#which meant I needed to be able to get off and on without a mounting block

[kelpeigh]

Yes you could, but I am extra,, and s t r e t c h

I’ve been working with draft horses for a long time. While I don’t think I’ll ever go blind to their size (you have to stay conscious for safety’s sake, if nothing else), it’s been long enough that the novelty is mostly gone. I say mostly because every once in a while I have a moment where I’ll see a draft next to a normal size object and bust out in a complete giggle fit.

Yesterday I was getting ready to ride with a friend and had one such moment, seeing our steeds tied next to each other:

On the right we have Jet, 15hh (5’)*. This is a perfectly average horse height.

On the left is Rosie, 18.2hh (6’2”)*.

*for the non horsey folks: we measure height at the withers. That’s the point where the horse’s neck meets its back.

[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 26. Stepping Up

Summary: The final part of Squad Battles is here, but an obstacle has been thrown their way. Can Third Squad step up and deliver the win they need?

Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)

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The calm before the storm. Within the hour, this place would descend into chaos as we prepared to defend this temporary outpost from Garrick and his squad. I had no doubt they’d throw everything they had at us. And I wanted them to, because we were ready to do the same.

The calm doesn’t last, Bodhi bursting out of the tent he’s sharing with Xaden, a piece of parchment clutched tightly in his hand. He starts towards the tent I’m allocated to, but he stops as his head pivots to the side he see’s me perched on the barrel I’d climbed onto. He rushes over to me, holding out the parchment to me.

”We’re alone.” He tells me as he rushes over.

”What do you mean alone?” I ask, taking the parchment he holds out to me.

*A change of plans.

Your leadership are gone, and so are your dragons.

Have fun.*

Of course they would throw us a curveball last minute. No leadership and no dragons meant we all had to rely on working together, using our strengths to our advantage. They probably want us to scramble and panic, see which squads fall apart without their leadership. I’m relieved when I reach out, still feeling the pull of power from Proth. But there’s a very solid shield I am unable to break through and communicate to him through. Seems he was fully on board with taking part in the Squad Battle.

”Go get everyone up.” I tell Bodhi, folding up the parchment as I hand it back to him.

He doesn’t even blink an eye as he pockets the parchment, nodding before running off to get everyone up. I turn back and scan the forest and horizon, unable to see anyone on foot or a dragon in the sky. Hopefully the attacking squads were also suffering the same disadvantage as us. And with no dragons on the horizon and probably less than an hour till they were on us, I felt confident we would all be on level ground.

Within minutes everyone is awake and standing in the centre of the outpost, everyone geared up and ready to go.

”So what’s the plan Dahlia?” Bodhi asks, smiling at me with a cheeky grin.

”Me? We have plenty of third years.” I say as I gesture to the third year standing across from me, all of which smirk and shake their heads at me.

”You’re an Aetos.” A third year called Han says as he steps forward.

”That doesn’t mean anything.” I tell him sternly with a pointed gaze.

He shrugs. “You might think it doesn’t but we’ve all seen you fight and fly, and you always know the right questions and things to say in Battle Brief. Hell you school half us third years in that class.”

”He’s right.” Liz says, smiling up at me. “You were made for this. You’ve been trained for this your whole life.”

If only they knew. I only got half the training that Dain did. Yes I still had teaching and training my father provided, but I know Dain got a great deal more than me. The rest I taught myself.

”So what’s the plan?” Austin says with a smirk, ganging up on me with the others who all nod their head in agreement.

”We stick to the plan we made last night. It’s good and solid if we all work together. We might have lost our dragons but we can still get some height advantage to see when they’re coming. One of you on each corner in a tree should do the job.” I tell them, gesturing to the four corners of the outpost. It wasn’t very big, so we should be able to see where they were coming from. My best guess would be the direction Basgiath was in.

”What about the flag?” Bodhi asks, nodding to the flag that was mounted in the middle of the clearing we were in.

On top of defending the outpost, once a horn was heard we had to take the flag to our designated spot to call for aid. Our outpost without a dragon was a good half hour run from here. I knew it had seemed too close yesterday when we had scouted the area. Should have been my first clue that they were going to spring something on us. I scan the group, trying to remember all our signets. There was a few I wasn’t sure on, but as my eyes land on Han, a third year in our squad, and I know exactly what we need to do.

”When the time comes, I need you to meet me at the flag.” I say pointing to Han who nods back at me. “For now go get something to eat and take your spots. We won’t have long.”

Everyone nods before rushing to grab something to eat and prepare for the fight ahead. If Second Squad had Garrick we would be at a disadvantage. We’d only just gotten on better terms, but it was clear he was skilled when it came to warfare. And if Xaden was anything to go off last night, we were going to have our work cut out for us.

”We’ve got this, right?” Bodhi asks as he scans the horizon I’d been watching earlier.

I nod. “If we stay calm, stick to the plan, we can do this.”

”And what if they have dragons and leadership?” He questions, knowing as well as I that if they do we have no chance.

”They won’t have dragons. Too much of an advantage and too much risk of death. They’d wipe out half the Quadrant in a matter of hours.” Which he seems to agree with as he nods again.

”That doesn’t rule out leadership though. You’re good, but Garrick is another level. If he’s here and he knows we don’t have Xaden-”

”Then we don’t let him know. We act as if he is here.” I tell him, cutting him off.

Bodhi looks at me like he’s not convinced, but it’s the only plan we’ve got. And I would do anything to make sure we get that win.

Around me grunts and cries carry around the outpost. So far we’d defended our outpost perfectly. Luckily we had the foresight last night to lay a few traps and obstacles on the ground around the outpost. Either Xaden already knew what was happening, or he just prepared for everything. Either way we were thankful for the idea. It had done wonders at keeping them away. Because just like us they didn’t have their dragons, and there was no sign of any leadership for their Squad. But that didn’t mean they weren’t here, watching and waiting.

But I knew Garrick, if he was here he would be in the thick of it. He’d be down there in the middle of the fight that was taking place between the majority of our squads. In the distance the horn sounds, meaning we now needed to move our flag. I launch my last arrow, knocking someone in the shoulder, sending them stumbling back.

“Go, I’ve got this.” Bodhi calls out as he rushes over to me spot.

I nod before turning and rushing over to the flag, Han rushing over to the point with another third year I think is called Lee. I rarely saw one without the other.

”So what’s the plan?” Han asks excitedly.

”You can turn invisible right?” I ask him, Han nodding in response as he furrows his brow.

I reach up, taking down the flag and passing it to him. ”Ok, now I have no idea what you’re planning.” Han says, looking at me like I’ve gone crazy.

”You are going to use your signet to turn invisible while you follow me up to the tower.” I tell him as I pull out a piece of a tent I’d cut out while everyone was preparing earlier. It was a slightly different white to the flag Han was holding, but from a distance I was sure no one would question it.

”You’re going to be the decoy.” Lee says with a knowing smirk, slowly nodding in approval.

”Exactly. We have no confirmation they are without leadership right now. They could be playing into the fact they know we don’t and are using it to mess with us. For all we know they’re waiting just outside the perimeter to surprise us.”

”Great plan, but the entire forest is covered in leaves and debris. They’re bound to hear me once they catch you.” Han states, gesturing to the leaf ridden ground.

”That’s where Kai comes in.” I say, looking over my shoulder as Kai runs over.

”Ready Dahlia?” He asks, holding out his hand to me.

Lee and Han look at me confused as I take his hand in mine, feeling my signet take his in. My signet was classified, but Kai had been smart enough to figure it out. Kai had a sound signet. To most, it wouldn’t seem incredibly useful. But for situations like this it was perfect. Not only could he make you hear things that weren’t there, but he could also muffle or disguise sounds.

Han shakes his head and laughs, the pieces clicking together in his head. “And you didn’t think you were ready for this.”

”Believing in myself doesn’t come easily. Now lets go, we have a Squad Battle to win."

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[monospaced0ut]

so sweet, like honey.

Oneshot ☽｡⋆ 

Pairing : Ben x Fem!Reader

Summary : Porn without plot.

Warnings 18+ : swearing, p in v, getting eaten out, overstimulation, A LOT of dirty talking, slight breeding kink, car sex, riding, I likely have missed some.

Word count : 3,011

Authors' notes : So um, hi! This is my first y/n fic. I really hope you guys enjoy! And I would love to hear some feedback! Btw, I'm writing this without sleeping for like a week straight, so... YAY.

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“Hey,” You raised your hand, “One whiskey please,”

The bartender just nodded, “Coming right up ma’am.” She soon came back with the whiskey, “For you.”

“Thank you. You’re quite sweet… I bet you’ll taste even better cupcake.” You winked, flashing a bit of your teeth.

She chuckled, “Thank you miss, however, I already have a girlfriend.” She soon left to cater to a group of girls who started climbing over the counter.

You drowned the glass of whiskey after she left. You heard someone settling beside you. You were about to tell him to go fuck themselves, until you realized… That it was Soldier Boy, aka the biggest fucking dickhead that you know. And sadly, love.

Without breaking eye contact, he whistled to get the bartender’s attention. “Get me beer and make it snappy.” The bartender was about to make a snarky comment until she bit her tongue, realizing that it was Soldier Boy. 

“Hello Ben.” You coldly say.

“What are you doing here angel? You’re supposed to be at home, in my arms, not flirting with bartenders.” Giving the bartender a side eye. 

“I don’t know, maybe you should’ve thought twice before announcing to the entire world that you’re dating that whore.” You meant to say Crimson Countess, but your mouth opened before your brain had registered what you wanted to say. 

“Oh come on doll, you know that Vought just wanted to promote —” Before he could finish his sentence, the bartender brought his beer. “Jesus, they need better service here. Obviously, the employees doesn’t understand when I tell them to make it snappy.”

“What do you want Ben? If you want a quick blowie, go to the group of girls who wants to climb you like you’re fuckin’ Mount Everest.”

He looked over his shoulder, and gave them a flirtatious smirk. Checking them out, from their ass to their tits. Then, turned back to you, “Listen doll. Vought wanted America’s couple, they’ve already got America’s Son. What about America’s family?” He scoffed, looking proud of himself.

You flicked him on his forehead with your fingers, he never once scared you, and it’s not going to happen anytime soon. Whether it was fighting, in or out of bed. He was clearly unaffected with a mere flick, especially by a human.

“Piss off Ben. I’m not planning to ask you twice.” As you turned away, he quickly grabbed your arm. “Ben! Fuck off.” You quickly shook your arm due to his grip not being tight. So, you were able to free yourself from him. You were about to run away until he picked you up, and threw you over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. Which weighed a feather to him.  

“Ben!” You started hitting his back, scratching his neck, and pulling his hair.

He turned around and paid for your drinks. Then headed for the door, but before he left. He approached the group of girls, “Sorry ladies, but this ass is mine.” With a low growl, and slapped your ass extra hard, making you squeak a bit.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Once he got to his car, he slammed you in the back of the car seat, and joined you. “Angel, you better fuckin’ strip. Or else those clothes are gonna be unwearable.”

You were pissed. What happened to his beautiful loving wife? Crimson fuckin’ Countess. You leaned in closer towards his face, “Bite me, Soldier Boy.”

He growled, and reached for your shirt first. You pushed him away quickly, you weren’t going down without a fight.

“If you put up a fight, you’re not gonna orgasm for a week, and I’ll purposely come outside your sluty little hole,” Grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger, keeping your head up to see him. Not letting your eyes look somewhere else, to avoid him. 

You slowly stopped, lowering your arms down. You knew he kept his promises in bed.

He chuckled, “There’s my angel.”

“Eat me,” You huffed underneath your breath.

“Oh, I plan to doll, but you know what they say… patience allows pretty little girls to come…” He grinned. 

You just rolled your eyes, knowing no one ever said that. But you’ll let go of this one, this time… You were about to strip, until he grabbed your hands. “Too late doll.” He ripped your shirt first, exposing your luscious firm boobs, hiding behind your bra. Which followed after your jeans got ripped again, leaving your clit open, exposed to the cool, fresh air. There was a wet patch forming in the front of your laced dark green panties, the bow on the front was the perfect touch. 

Ben then grabbed your thighs, and shoved you on his lap, after he ripped off his own t-shirt. 

“I’m still fucking pissed at you. Like - extremely pissed. You’re so insufferable, I hate it. I hate your stupid face, your god-like body, and your stupid fuckin’ Crimison Countess.” You grabbed a handful of his hair, and yanked it back, exposing his neck. He whined a bit. “But the things that you make me feel… you Ben.. have ruined me for other men. I don’t care if there’s other women, or men. As long as I get a piece of that dick, I’m satisfied.” You started devouring on his lips like it’s your last meal on earth, almost forgetting to breathe. Until you both backed away, while the string of your saliva kept you both connected.

There was a bulge forming underneath you, so you rolled your hips down. Which caused Ben to grab your hips which will likely cause bruises, but you couldn’t care less right now. And pulled you down even harder. “Ugh- Ben. Please, I need it.” You started undoing his belt, but he stopped you. And made you kneel around his hips instead, so he could lift his hips to pull down only his pants. 

“There we go princess.” You settled back down on the bugle, making you grind even harder on it to tease him a bit. “Wait –” and he held you still. “Do you not believe that I love you? Sure, Soldier Boy is dating Crimison Countess, but Ben? His heart belongs to only you, angel. My heart is forever yours, and only yours.”

You couldn’t look him in the eye, you could feel the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. 

“Christ on a cross, are you crying, doll?”

“No,” you said a little too quickly. Sniffling like a baby who’s pouting because they couldn’t get their lollipop.

He started chuckling, which caused you to take a small glance at him. That made him laugh ever harder. “Ah women.. I’ll never be able to understand you.”

You could feel the blush rising up on your cheeks. “What’s so funny?” You tried to sound confident, but a little kid instead.

“I mean, after all the time we’ve spent together in bed. You still doubt my love for you?” He leaned in closer to your ear, and whispered breathlessly, “After I’ve told you countless times that you’re mine. And I own you. That I made you repeat it so you could come? Or so that I would fill you up with my seed?” Then it was his turn to tease you back. His tongue lickin’ up your tears, while grinding against your soaked panties. Like a dog, dry humping in heat. 

You, feeling so overstimulated, you could tell that your brain was quickly becoming mush every second that passes, “Ungh, Ben. Please, I don’t care. Just get that dick in me,” That was a lie though. Your heart fluttered every single time Ben claimed ownership of you. Every bite, every possessive comment. Every. Single. Time. He. Said. I. Love. You.

“Ha! You see, doll. I know you secretly care. So, that’s why I’m gonna prove it even more.” He looked dead straight into your eyes, “Sit on my face.”

Your heart skipped a beat, “Huh?! I’m sorry, but –”

“Don’t fuckin’ make excuses with me, angel. Sit on my face and I won’t ask again. Or else.” 

You slowly got off his lap, until he couldn’t wait any longer. He laid down, across the seats, then lifted your thighs. Settling you down on top of his face. His bread scratching the inside of your thighs is one of the best feelings you feel when you’re with Ben, and he’s just preparing to eat you out. He first gave light kisses around your thighs and pelvis.

He slowly exhaled, “I’ve said this before, and I’ll always say it again, but you taste and smell like heaven, angel. So sweet, like honey.” He exhaled one more time, until you started to grind down on his face.

“That’s it, doll. You know that Daddy loves you, and he’ll always take care of you. Never once doubt that from me. Do you understand?” His voice was a bit muffled by your legs, but the silence of the car was loud enough. 

You just nodded. 

“I said, do you understand, doll?” He slapped your ass lightly, while stopping before full penetration with his tongue to your clit.

“I understand.” As you tried to give your best innocent voice, trying not to fall apart just yet.

“I understand, "Daddy". Did ya’ hear me?” One more time he slapped your ass harder than before.

“I -ah! Understand… Daddy,” You mewled.

“That’s my good girl.”

And finally, he stuck his tongue in between your folds, wide and flat. Making one long strip from your anal to your clit. He kept on doing that, non-stop. Stupid supe stamina. 

“Ah! —Ben. Don’t Stop. I can’t.” You pushed your hand against the fogging up window.

“Oh I don’t plan on stopping any time soon dollface, you’ll take whatever I give you,” And started devouring on your wet pussy like it was his last meal. Sucking and twirling his tongue all over it. He tilted his head to the side and brought your lips into his, sucking gently and sliding your tongue all over her. You could feel his smirk when you were moaning like a slut, so you tried holding back. Whimpering, and trembling against his face. You put your hand over your mouth, shaking your head. 

The sound of disappointment coming from him, that scared you. You didn’t want to disappoint him. You always looked for his approval, not that it was important to you. But it was probably to fill out that void that your absent father had made when he left for milk and never came back.  

He reached for your hand to pull away from your mouth, “Ben – I,” the words weren’t forming once you opened your mouth, nothing came out. You had the look of guilt on your face, you knew that once this was done, he’ll go back to being Soldier Boy. Being Vaught’s bitch. Being… Crimison Countess’ Husband.

He bit down gently on the insides of your thighs, “Now why the fuck are you thinking so much about this? I don’t fuckin’ love that whore, Crimison Countress, or whatever her name was. You’re fucking mine, I’m gonna fuck you until your brain is turned into mush, and the walls of your pussy will have outlines of my dick.” He growled, and wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face. Ben’s tongue had done this countless times, months of practice eating you out, knowing what makes you tick just right. Knowing how to make you feel pleasured, ruining you for other people. Not that he’ll allow anyone else to touch you. 

But something just clicked right there in you, something that tells you that he meant what he said. So, you reached behind you, wrapping your hand around his dick, and collected the precum that formed on the tip of his dick. The shiny liquid between your fingers, you brought your hand up to your mouth and started sucking. Making sounds that a porn star would make. Not even breaking eye contact once with Ben. “Mghh, Ben. You taste so good,” You mewled like a little kid.

His eyes darkened.

He quickly put two fingers in, finding your g-spot, having it memorised. After all, he owned it. Ben owned your pussy, your whole body, and even your heart… Then, he used his tongue gently teasing around until he found a familiar nub, flicking it with his tongue causing a reaction out of you. Your entire body jerked towards him even more. 

“Ben. Ben, Ben, I’m so –Oh God…” You were tapping his head to warn him. 

“No God here, angel. Only me.” He grinned and buried himself even more, starting what he was going to finish. But even deeper this time, more thorough. 

You could feel your body about to release yourself in his mouth. The overstimulation was just too much, with both his tongue and those blessed fingers, “I’m about to –Oh shit!” You gripped his hair, pulling his head closer to your dripping clit and grinding down onto his face. Your back arching and gushed heavily, it was one of the many things Ben liked about you, you squirted like the cumsult he talked about. Your cum was everywhere on his beard, his shiny lips, it even went up to one of his eyes. 

So, you did what any reasonable person would do. You shifted down further, so you were straddling his waist. Dragging your wet pussy across his abs which made it more glossy. And leaned down near his face to lick your own cum off Ben’s face. Lapping at his beard like a dog.

“There.” You got back up to inspect your work, “All nice and clean,” You gave him one of his favourite looks of yours, a gummy smile. And pressed a small kiss on his nose.

He sucked in a breath, “I need to be in you now, angel. Or else m’ not gonna last any longer,” Gripping your thighs, messaging the hickeys in between your legs. 

“Ben –” 

“Please, baby.” He looked up with a pleading face, and how could you not say no to it? His puppy dog eyes, and you swore you heard a whimper that didn’t come from you.

You wiggled down a bit further, kneeling around his hips. Your hands wrapping around his cock, aligning yourself with the dick that’s soon going to rip you in half. Ben’s hands covered your own, steadying the both of you. 

You slammed yourself into him, “Ah! Oh fuck me…” Right away, his dick’s hitting home, your g-spot. 

He had the guts to chuckle, like he wasn’t the one begging to be inside of you, “Isn’t that what we’re doing right now, angel?” He looked down, where his dick disappeared into you, “Yeah, that’s what you like, right? My little cumsult, soaking my dick with your wet pussy like the sult you are. I’m gonna fill you up with my seed. And we’ll have at least 7 kids.”

You couldn’t form words in your head. Hell, you couldn’t think, Ben was letting you go to town on him. His hands sliding up on your stomach, covering it entirely. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, arching your back. And pounding yourself into him. Your tits bouncing up and down with how hard you’re going. 

“Say it.” Ben said smugly. “Say that you’re mine, and you’re my little cumsult. You’ll be so full of my seed, it’ll be leaking out. And you’ll be able to smell me even when I’m not there cause I’ll be inside you,” 

“I– I’m. I’m your little cumsult! Please Ben,” You kneeled, so only the tip of his dick was inside you, then slammed yourself harder and deeper. You could feel yourself being split open. God, even fucking constantly for the past months, but yet it all still feels so new. You looked dead straight into his eyes, “Fuck me until I can’t even think, until I don’t know my name but only yours.”

That changed everything for Ben. He suddenly snapped, his hands going to your hips in a blink of an eye, “Yeah? That’s how you want it, angel? I’ll give it to you. Hell, I’ll burn the entire world for you if you asked.” Ben was lifting you, then slamming himself deep into your vagina. “You know what they say… Home is where the heart is. Or should I say… My dick is.” 

The sound of two slick bodies hitting against each other, finding a fast rhythm, neither of you miss a beat. Your breaths match the timing when he pounds up towards you. 

“Ben! I’m gonna –” But before you could warn him, you already reached your climax.

Not long after Ben had followed, he slowly pulled out. But as soon as nothing was able to stop the come. You could feel his warm, hot come leaking out of your used hole. Then two calloused fingers started scoping up the cum that came out, and started pushing it back in. Ben had just left the two fingers in there.

He managed to sit up, still has his fingers buried into your vagina. With you still straddling his hips.

“I’ll come clean to the world,” He said like it wasn’t a huge deal. He looked genuine, “I am in love with you, and I know that I have a strange… way of showing it. But it’s true, I’m not lying… And I know this isn’t going to be our last fight… but we’ll always make it up somehow” He smiled like a little kid. 

You could feel your tears prickling at the edge of your eyes, you gasped, “I love you too Ben… And I’ll support you, no matter what. I’ll always have your back. If you still wanna keep this relationship under the covers, I’m not going to complain.”

He just smiled, and used his free hand to push away your hair that was hiding your face, he lowered his head to reach your eye height. Then, you both leaned in, you both gave into the passionate kiss.

Thank uu for reading !! <33

[howtofightwrite]

So happy you're back after all this time! I have a question, do you happen to know how people fought in ancient rome? Particularly gladiators and soldiers? Sorry if this isn't the blog for this question tho!

I think we've covered both of these questions independently over the years.

Gladiators were a performance sport. It was more about glorifying the Roman Empire and its victories, than a conventional fight. As a result, most Gladiators were armed with specific variant, “loadouts,” designed to cosplay as various enemies that The Empire had conquered, and they only fought against specific countering variants. Specifically, the variants would be matched in such a way that it would be difficult for either combatant to have a decisive advantage over the other, with an eye towards creating situations that would result in a lot of visible injuries, without serious harm to either participant.

In case it needs to be said, gladiators were a significant financial investment, and they weren't casually killed in the arena. The point was for visible injuries, and a bloody spectacle, not a slaughter. Sometimes someone would die, but having them die on the field wasn't the intention, and they generated a lot of money, and on the rare cases when they were killed, it was meant to be a climactic moment, not someone taking a blade to the gut and collapsing mid-fight.

Obviously, I'm barely scratching the surface here, because it gets a lot deeper, but the simple answer is that in the vast majority of cases, gladiators were armed with weapons that were designed to make seriously harming their foe difficult to impossible. Also, the gladiators were something that evolved and became more complicated over time. When they first started in the Republic, it was a much more stripped down structure with prisoners of war being given a sword and shield and forced to face off against one another.

As for the Roman Legions. I'm not sure I've ever seen a comprehensive description of their training techniques. The Testudo, (or Tortoise) is one of the more famous examples of their specific combat style. Legionaries would create a shield wall, and the soldiers behind the front line would raise their shields to cover the formation against attacks from above (usually arrow fire, or thrown spears.) While being able to strike with javelins. In practice, the formation had issues, including being vulnerable to siege fire, and mounted archers were able to easily flank the formation. It's a neat story, but the formation had serious limitations.

One thing we haven't talked about before (I think) was the Roman's use of biological warfare. During sieges, they would load (locally sourced, I assume) corpses onto catapults, and then launch them into the besieged city.

Beyond, the major thing about the Legions was the extremely disciplined and orderly combat formations, with a lot of attention paid to managing battlefield movement. It wasn't so much about exceptional individual performance, so much as their ability to operate as a unit. This isn't a particularly mind blowing concept today, but in an era when professional soldiers were the exception, or limited to the elite forces, it had slightly more impact.

Regarding the details of their training, I've never seen any of that come up. Now, granted, I've really tried to research that degree of Roman history. So, if you're asking, “how, exactly, did they swing the gladius?” I don't know, and I don't remember ever seeing anyone credibly claim they had that insight. As far as I know, the only surviving Roman training manual was De Re Militari, (there's around 200 surviving Latin copies) which is far more concerned with overall strategic planning and command. If you're trying to write Roman era military fiction, it's probably worth reading. So, I'm not sure this is exactly what you were looking for, but I do hope it helps.

-Starke

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[chiasaaa]

—you know where to find me

hiccup haddock x f!reader oneshot

summary: it was a quiet day at the edge when hiccup began to notice that at times of rest, you were always nowhere to be seen.

— hiccup found it quite odd, especially since viggo grimborn is not one to give up so easily. after surviving by a slim chance once again from one of his ferocious traps, hiccup and the dragon riders were left alone for a good number of days. he knew he shouldn’t be complacent, knowing exactly how viggo likes to play. the moment they lower their guard, he creeps up from behind to bite them back.

“hiccup, maybe viggo doesn’t want to be found.” they all gather at the clubhouse after the third moon has passed without viggo’s presence in the midst. while hiccup was restless, the rest are beginning to feel accustomed the serene days viggo has allowed them to enjoy. astrid spoke for the rest, gesturing towards the twins doing yet again another of their unpredictable tactics.

“i think it’s time you take a day off too. you need it.”

that was how she phrased it, and he knew she meant it, but hiccup was sure that astrid is also falling into this curse of complacency. it was him against everyone on it, and so he decided to actually think of something else to do the next morning.

the first person he came looking for? you.

since he was a scrawny teenager, you were always there supporting him in anything he wished to do. it was quite the funny pair, the berkians pointed out. you were always the most promising warrior in your generation, the little orphan girl, and hiccup was the helpless fool who was only ever known as the chieftain’s son. he didn’t have any feats under his belt at the time, yet you stuck around as if he’s the most interesting person in the archipelago.

to his dismay, hiccup failed to find you after the meeting at the clubhouse. as if you were a ghost who wished to stay hidden, he began to grow more worried than confused. he rushes over to astrid’s hut in hopes of finding your location, but even your partner in battle didn’t know where you could be. though, he did gain something to work with.

“recently, we only get to see her in meetings and meal time. other than that, she’s nowhere to be found.”

has this been going on since the first moon? was he that preoccupied that he failed to notice your absence when he’s tinkering or cooking up plans at the clubhouse?

he could only scold himself at the thought. you always had a habit of disappearing when you feel like it. thing is, you’re not in berk anymore. he knows where to find you if you were back in berk, but in the edge? you didn’t even have the time looking for a hideout because of the never-ending adventures and dangers you get yourself into. in a hurry, he mounts toothless and decided to take his search to the skies.

as his eyes studied the geographical structure of the island, hiccup began to narrow down the possible spots in which you set your new hideout. he knows you like the palm of his hand, and nothing in the world will be able to stop him from ever finding you. may it be anywhere in the world, he will always, always find his way back to you.

and track you down, he did. he should have known that there’s a cave by the beach, the perfect place to dump all of your heap of junk. with toothless behind him, he enters the cave and found a torch that only confirmed his theory. deeper inside, he finds a large space arranged neatly from projects to sketches. familiar weapons hung on one side of the wall near a long table filled with mixed liquids—some looking like monstrous nightmare gel and changewing venom.

as he takes one foot over the other, hiccup eventually found just the person he was looking for. on the far end of the cave was you, standing in front of a map you’ve drawn on a large piece of parchment that enveloped the entire wall. you have been working on your own discoveries yourself.

“sketching the terrains, noting spotted dragons on each island.” he stands beside you, admiring your work. “pretty impressive. you even got the edge’s geography.”

“it took you four moons,” you snicker, folding your arms smugly. “must i be placed so lowly in your priority ranking, haddock?”

hiccup avoided your eyes, guiltily scratching at his nape where the tip of his hair falls. “it’s nothing like that.”

you laughed, nudging him lightly with an elbow. “relax, i’m kidding.”

then your eyes fall back on your map. “the world’s such a big place, isn’t it?”

“indeed, it is.”

“i can’t wait to discover each and every piece of land out there.” you hand reached on to the map, feeling the rough surface of woody parchment at the tip of your fingers. hiccup noted how your eyes held an excited glint, as if you could be bolting out of the cave to find another island right now.

that’s when he was reminded of her—of how drastically she can affect him without even trying to. hiccup feels the same burst of excitement you held in his heart upon seeing you so determined. since you were children, you have always been his inspiration.

people always had their idols, and you happen to be his.

so fierce and fearless. nothing could ever stop you, not even him, and that’s what he always envied you for. every time he looks at you—whenever he witnesses the beauty of your existence—hiccup always wondered how having such a strong sense of freedom felt.

“do give me a warning when you’re off to wreak havoc in yet another island.” hiccup joked, earning a hearty laugh from the latter. you knew that he tends to feel overly worried when he finds you nowhere in your usual spots. it was your fault he’s snappy at times, but through the years, you both outgrew it.

well, hiccup simply adapted to your volatile lifestyle.

“you don’t even need terror mails at this point.” you grinned. “you always know where to find me, haddock.”

“that i do,” he takes your hand in his, gently tugging you closer to him as his chest faced yours, “and i will always be with you.”

[crystalelemental]

Etrian Odyssey 5 completed. This was...a pretty effective run.

I mentioned in the last post about it, but the team composition this time was Chain Dancer Fencer, Barrage Brawler Pugilist, Hunting Hound Rover, Divine Punisher Shaman, and Elemancer Warlock. I wanted to make Chain Dancer work more effectively than the first time I tried it, and Elemencer Warlock wound up running Clever Strike over any of its actual spells, which it turns out is just far more effective.

Divine Punisher Shaman was the biggest improvement of the run. Previously, I had pegged Punisher Shaman as one of the worst units in the game, citing terrible magic DPS and the removal of buffs being too steep a price for many of its skills to be justifiable in practice. However, this neglected Dance Oracle, which only removes its own elemental buff to inflict a 50% debuff to that element's resistance on all enemies. This in tandem with Chain skills from the Fencer results in excellent damage, while also turning Clever Strike into an actual elemental attack that also retains weapon properties. With a Cannon, Elemancer is now doing tremendous damage that counts as any element and Bash, for the cost of 10TP. A level 5 elemental spell costs 12. This is a massive improvement, and the only reason for spells past this point is AoE coverage, which is seldom needed.

Hound Rover was also pretty decent. While the lack of revival is incredibly painful, it offers a lot of benefits through "passive" healing each turn as the dog acts, as well as interesting utility in Arm/Leg binds and a potential Stun effect, backed by a solid Def debuffing attack that keeps the rest of the team in play. It's not a heavy damage dealer, but it offers a lot of utility. Early on before the Shaman introduction, its bow being a Stab attack meant Chains were able to activate even without the elemental effect.

Barrage Brawler Pugilist remains extremely effective, though for different reasons in this particular composition. While the damage output of this form can be useful when an opponent is fully bound, what I found to be most effective this time was Clinch. A potential full bind on a target in one turn is extremely good, and it being usable regardless of your own binds makes it really useful lockdown. Since skills do not activate Chain effects due to their non-Stab properties and inability to function with the elemental buff, you don't miss the punching, but Breather into Leading Blow as decent damage output that could offset the Chain effects. I never really tried Lash Out. Maybe I should have, but it never felt relevant.

This team handled the bulk of the game, with various Mists for status being applied for conditional drops as needed. The only times we really needed to use Formaldehyde were "kill boss with status specifically." So like. Curse damage or Poison damage being the finishing blow tended to just not work. I will mention Clinch being absolutely ridiculous for the full bind conditions. It's so effective.

But let's get to the fun stuff: boss and random mob clears.

Encounters, by and large, were pretty easily handled by raw DPS off Fencer, Pugilist, and Rover. Clever Strike tended to one-shot something, and it was fun using the weapons that aren't considered "The best" to maximize Int for the Warlock, and survival features for the Shaman. Random encounters really didn't have too much going for them here.

Boss fights, in most situations, had even less. FOEs would get obliterated in one turn once set up. Chain Plus, Clinch, Target Arrow, elemental buff of choice, and Amplifier turn 1, then Dance Oracle, Chain element of choice, attack with Rover and Pugilist, and Clever Strike. By the time we were in Stratum 6, around level 70 and pushing that level higher, we could beat the Mounting Horror FOE in just those two turns. Taurus Demon could drop on turn 3, provided Shaman activated Ancient Memory to re-apply that elemental buff. Similarly, Dryad went down in three turns, which was...staggering.

Zombie Dragon and Lamia presented more of a problem for the usual reasons. Status (especially blind) and binds can really disrupt the chain order. Fortunately, neither was particularly scary offensively for us. But those are usually manageable.

The big threat is, as always, the Star Devourer. I hate Star Devourer. I think it's bullshit. This thing has way too many possibilities to just shut your entire team down, including Parry from the swords to block physical, some elemental shield, evasion boosting, accuracy debuffing, the tank's ability to heal 10% of its HP which is like 9.5k, and the fact that if you didn't charge your Limit on the Brouni specifically by the time all six pieces regenerate, you basically died. I am not a fan of its gimmicks. Previous teams have absolutely smashed the rest of the game to pieces, only to be hard walled by Star Devourer. I'll never forgive them for blanking Ephemeral Reap with "It can just remove all debuffs without warning sometimes." Previously, the most effective solution was raw offense, in the form of Cannon Bearer Dragoon, Impact Brawler Pugilist, and Sword Dancer Masurao. They take some time to get set up and really finish the job, but the raw power thrown around can succeed. This time we did not have that kind of offense, so the solution had to be a bit different.

Fortunately, it checks out. First thing's first: Chain All sucks. Hitting all targets is a garbage plan, Fencer only follows up against all opponents if an attack hits all of them, otherwise it only chains the parts that are hit. As a result, using an extra turn for the AoE was never once worth it. What was worth it was the raw single-target DPS on Star Devourer itself thanks to this setup. 20% of its HP was the threshold in a single turn. Every turn that Shaman re-applied the buff was around the same. It's honestly higher than that when we're lucky, because we had it under 50% once in just those three turns. That said, there were several losses, but I did learn some things.

First: binds are incredibly effective, because they prevent it from regenerating its parts. If it tries to regenerate a part that's bound, it completely wastes its turn. Clinch is a god-tier skill for this, and stacking as much Luck as possible on your Brawler feels like a very good play. Rover's Hunter Shot and Foot Pierce can also bind arm and leg, as complements to when Brawler fails. Should pieces materialize again, the order of priority, I felt, was tank first (it cannot regenerate HP), rocket boosters (damage dealing accuracy debuffs are a massive pain), swords (Parry will block all damage and waste one of our turns), then the other two. Eventually it will regenerate everything and hopefully the Brouni has max limit, because if so and you avoided the heal, we found ourselves in an immediately winning position. Another fun tidbit is that Dance Oracle hits all foes, so Clever Strike can deal its usual like 5k to a single target if you just need to snipe one of the components.

On the whole, this was pretty fun. Shaman still ranks lower on my overall effectiveness ratings, but it's nice to know it has an excellent niche. Similarly, Chain Fencer was very effective, but its compositions are extremely restrictive. Elemancer gets a massive boost with the realization of Clever Strike. This is a game changer, even without the elemental buffs. Barrage Brawler Pugilist was already one of my top meta picks, Binds rule, but knowing it shuts down Star Devourer regeneration is a massive W. Hound Rover is better utility than I gave it credit for, it's a much better alternate healer than I initially suspected, and the binds, Def debuff, and Stun effects are pretty nice. Also it can inflict Panic if you really want, certain conditional drops like that effect. It was a good comp.

Now maybe some day I'll actually main the Falcon. Sky Drop meta when?

[novacqnes]

omg could u write an au fic where both ellie and the fem!reader are detectives working on a case but like uhm, they’re also- married 🤭 and in one scenario they are undercover in a club and the reader has to act flirty with the bad guy and so ofc ellie is jealous…… that means yes. jealous s e x. uhm. please. i just- want to imagine ellie in a suit LMAO

poison // ellie williams

warning: angst, smut, jealousy, top!ellie, squirting, fingering, strap on usage (fem receiving), mentions of crime (prostitution, human trafficking, drugs)

pairing: ellie williams x fem reader

a/n: …..this is pure genius. i haven’t been able to stop thinking about this ask since you’ve sent it in. i definitely need to delve into detective ellie fics for my own peace of mind. also i don’t usually put a wc in requested fics but this one is kinda lengthy so keep that in mind—

ellie saw red. thick crimson splotches crept into the corners of her vision making it nearly impossible to see— let alone think clearly. green eyes narrowed into the sight on the opposite side of the bar. there, a man and a woman sat playfully bantering back and forth. their words were drowned out by the obnoxiously loud music, but the image was enough for ellie to get the picture. 

to most he was known as philip grant, a pompous ass responsible for running one of the largest prostitution and drug rings in the country. the man was balding, pale, and stocky— he couldn’t have been over 5’2, yet his arrogance preceded him. ellie observed silently. his lips, cracked and brittle, pressed into a menacing grin as he fixated on the woman before him. 

jealousy stirred inside ellie the longer she watched the woman— her wife flirt with grant. the long touches, dramatic laughter, and seductive eyes made her stomach turn, yet there was nothing she could do besides watch. any sort of interference would blow your cover, jeopardizing the lives of everyone in the club— including you. thus ellie opted for bitter jealousy, submerging herself in it as she did her best to trust you. after all, you needed to find some way to nail him or he’d walk free once again.

“i see him, it’s the last table to your right,” ellie whispered, adjusting the buttons of her coat. the two of you sat at a table just a few feet away, dressed to blend in with the elite to attend the club. she wore a jet-black suit that conformed to her body perfectly. yet your focus was pulled in the opposite direction.

 “el, we’ve got to get something from him tonight.”

“i know.” her breath hitched, pressure mounted onto both of your shoulders as time crept by with no true plan. by midnight philip grant would still be a free man and the possibility of changing that was growing scarce. you needed to act fast and without a call to action, ellie was without choices. she reached for her gun, sliding it into her jacket as she rose from her seat.

immediately you hopped up blocking her path, “what the hell are you doing?”

“…..i’m gonna go talk to him?” ellie muttered, her cheeks burning bright pink. shooting the man was not an option. the arrest needed to be swift and quick— which meant no guns nor endangering customers. you swiped the pistol from ellie’s hands, discreetly placing it in your bag. 

you pulled her back towards the table, “you can’t just walk up to him. the moment he sees you coming he’s gonna run— and it’ll be months till we get an opportunity like this again.”

“so what’s your idea?” she sighed, her hands thrown up in defeat. carefully your eyes lingered on the man for just a moment. dozens of girls swarmed, some from the club, others had come with him. they hung on grant’s every word— so much so that if he asked them to jump off a cliff they’d do it in heartbeat. 

“i’ll go.”

“you’ve gotta be kidding me,” ellie sputtered, her eyes doubling in size. 

“listen to me, philip grant is an asshole— a chauvinistic pig that gets off on exploiting women. all i need to do is stroke his ego a bit and he’ll start talking.”

you were right, and ellie knew it but she didn’t like it. she loathed this part of the job. the side that seemingly blurred the lines between reality and fiction. it required you to play a character, and put on a persona in exchange for just a sliver of information. it was something you were good at, yet ellie still detested it. 

“i can do this, alright? i promise if things start to go south i’ll signal and we’ll send the cops in— now tell me, how do i look?” despite your adamance ellie was more than hesitant. yet the plan was already in motion, and there was no time to stand in the way of it.  

“beautiful,” she whispered, allowing the pit deep inside of her to fester. you shot your wife a quick grin, placing a soft look on your face before adjusting your dress. then you whipped out a dark red lipstick that was sure to captivate grant’s attention. 

in one large breath, you sauntered over to the opposite side of the room. as you approached the man a sly grin took hold of your lips. plastering itself there the more he eyed you up and down. his gaze felt like venom. your stomach churned with nausea as it intensified, sending a cold chill through your bones. nevertheless you took the seat in front of him, outstretching your hand.

“mr grant, right? i’m elora.” 

philip grant was an asshole, in every sense of the word. simply seeing you with him was enough to evoke more than jealousy from ellie. she couldn’t hear anything over the loudspeakers so she had to rely on sight, which seemed to worsen her regret. she despised the way he looked at you— as if you were prey, something to be conquered. and you had no choice but to play into it. 

she watched as your arms wrapped around his, pulling him closer to your body. in a matter of minutes, you’d manage to blend in with his women seamlessly, cooing at the man’s words. ellie’s felt nauseated as you doted on the man, pushing the boundary in order to draw more information. she was sure that if she stood by any longer she’d vomit. 

desperately she sought out a sign— anything to signal that she could arrest grant but nothing came. the music ruined any possibility of eavesdropping so she had to opt for visuals and they only made her even more jealous. she fiddled with the silver band on finger, her gaze narrowing on grant’s hand. it trailed from her pocket and to your arm as he slipped you a paper, leaning in dangerously close to whisper.

ellie wanted to gag, his lips nearly brushed your ear. although it was small compared to what she’d witnessed it was enough for her to radio in the cops surrounding the small bar. within a matter of seconds, she stormed over to the two of you, whipping out her handcuffs. 

“wait el—“ but your protests fell on deaf ears. at that moment dozens of officers swarmed the building, closing in. philip tried to push past yet ellie’s hand sent him crashing back down. his face turned beet red and ellie towered over him, more powerful than you’d ever seen her. 

“philip grant you are under arrest for 18 counts of human sex trafficking and the murders of rose and ruby daniels,” she said sternly, locking the metal around his wrists. bewildered, his eyes found yours as if to plead for help yet he was baffled by the lack of surprise on your face. 

“elora? y-you know her? lying bitch you set me up,” he spat, malice laced in each word. he opened his mouth to continue yet you count register a thing. instead, your focus found its way back to ellie. you watched as she passed grant along to the cops, the solemn glare in her eyes remaining. this was a win for both of you, but it was quickly overshadowed by the looming tension that hung over your heads. 

“what’d you find out?” her words were short and she refused to spare you a glance for more than a moment at a time. 

“he told me where he keeps the rest of the girls.” you slipped a sheet of paper into her palm. in it was a full outline of grant’s businesses which was guaranteed to work against him in court. despite uncovering the piece of evidence that would bury him, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of annoyance radiating from ellie.

“what?” she asked, growing restless under your prying eyes.

“i told you to wait,” you faltered, “he was gonna tell me about murders before—“

“we got what we came for, y/n. i wasn’t going to sit back and watch you flirt with him all night.” the last thing you wanted to do was fight— especially not about philip grant. yet ellie wasn’t in a position to reason with you. she saw what she wanted too— and that was you flirting with someone that wasn’t her. 

“listen i’m gonna leave this in evidence… just meet me in the car.” with that ellie turned sharply on her heel not even allowing you the chance to respond. still, you did your best to remain cheerful, making a mental note to apologize once you got home. hopefully, the events of the night would be long forgotten for both of your sakes. 

however, this was the opposite of what happened— the car ride back home was dreadful. ellie hardly even looked your way. vivid details of the ordeal seemed to haunt her. the shameless image of you fawning over grant seared its way into her memory and it only upset her even more. it felt like a wall was being built between the two of you and you had no way of tearing it down. unfortunately, when you got home it was no different.

ellie stormed into the apartment ahead, leaving you trailing behind. she made her way into the bedroom and the anger was detectable even from the kitchen. 

“you hungry? i could make something or we could order in?” you called, only to be greeted by the distinct sounds of silence.

you tried a second time yet all of your attempts amounted to nothing. exasperated, you followed pervading noise all the way towards the room down the hall. there ellie sat on a large bed— the place the two of you shared your most intimate moments. on most days it acted as a safe haven but now it seemed more treacherous than ever. 

the air was thick, presumably from the budding tension that only seemed to stir as you approached your wife. her green eyes buzzed with a certain type of poison— jealousy.

“please don’t tell me you’re giving me the silent treatment because of philip grant,” you muttered, shifting under her fierce gaze. it ignited something inside of you that was utterly unfamiliar. it was ardent passion in a way that you’d never experienced. 

she rose from the mattress, stepping towards you until she was just a few inches away. the heat was palpable and it took shape right in between the two of you, blending in with the jealousy that oozed from ellie.

“you know what i hate most about this job?” she whispered, her voice light and delicate like a feather. you hadn’t realized it then but you were just barely touching the wall. and you feared if ellie stepped any closer you’d be right against it. 

“seeing you with other people.” 

you began, “but it doesn’t mean anything—

“did you see the way he looked at you? hm?” she moved towards you, gradually sealing the distance between your bodies. the cold surface of the wall pressed up against your back, offering you little comfort as ellie spoke. her words were pointed and direct, you could almost make out the hurt behind them but it was overshadowed by a more intense feeling. 

“he wanted to fuck you. jesus y/n….the guy was practically frothing at the mouth the entire time and i had to sit there and watch it.” ellie seethed. she placed each of her arms on the opposite of your body, caging you in as her body stood firm against you. thus with every movement, no matter how minuscule you were able to feel the muscles that lay under ellie’s heavy suit. each one molding against you just perfectly.

“can’t really blame 'em’ though, right?” ellie leaned into your ear, pressing her body against yours with much more fervor. she left soft kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck when you felt something prod at your thigh. you bit back a gasp, jerking against the wall as you looked down. 

“you’re just so beautiful….” she cooed, a sharp tinge glimmering in her eyes. her words were gentle although her body told an entirely different story— and you would soon experience the magnitude of it. she hooked her calloused hands under your chin pulling you into a heated kiss. your hands roamed her body stopping at her crotch where you felt a strong bulge. immediately you went to unzip her pants but quickly stopped by ellie herself. 

“n-no— not yet. get on the bed.” 

you followed her orders without complaint. you took your spot on the bed as ellie watched, slowly peeling from her clothes. you followed suit stripping down to nothing but your underwear. once again, you reached for her yet she remained planted in her spot, desire burning in her eyes. you ached to have her near you— to have ellie inside of you.

“i need you ellie— please,” you whined, slowly soaking the thin piece of cloth over your core. 

“yeah?” 

dazed from anticipation you nodded mumbling incoherently. your hands trailed to your pussy, circling over the soft flesh as your wife hovered over you blinded by intense jealousy. she wanted nothing more than to see you beg. more as a reminder to herself than to you. no matter what happened during a case— you were hers and the simple sight of you pleading was enough to confirm that. 

“where do you need me?” ellie teased, running her fingertips along the side of your thigh. she brought her index finger to your underwear, sliding it underneath.

“in—inside me.” you shivered at the cold contact, gripping the sheets as she continued. one worked on your clit, teasing the nub as one more made its way into your cunt. ellie couldn’t help but moan at the feeling— your walls clamped around her digits desperately as she curved them. pressing up into the spongy tissue that was your g-spot. 

“o—oh shit…..”

you pressed your eyes closed relishing in the warmth that spread across your entire lower body. thick beads of sweat formed on your skin the more it persisted. ellie’s hand was slick with your fluids but it wasn’t enough. she picked up the pace drawing intense pleas from your lips that replicated music— yet she wanted to do more.

“tell me what you want, y/n.” her tone was so assertive and it made your head spin. you opened your eyes, forcing yourself to look back. frenzied short hairs clung to the side of her face and her cheeks were flushed, it all read of sweet determination. like she had something to prove. 

“i want you to f-fuck me— with it,” you purred, your hands traveling back to the now-exposed dildo that sat in between her legs. ellie leaned down to kiss you once more before removing her fingers from your heat and bringing them to your lips. in one swift motion, ellie moved her body on top of yours, situating herself comfortably in between your legs. she kissed down your chest, cupping her hands over your toys as she brought each one to her mouth, feverishly sucking. 

she sat up, teasingly running the silicone over your pussy coating the tip. the sensation caused you to jerk back, sending a smirk to ellie’s plush lips. after moments she moved forward, filling you to the hilt.

“is this what you wanted?”

“yes—yes it’s fucking perfect el,” you cried, hot tears welling in the corners of your eyes. she pursued a relentless pace, slamming her hips against you. the rapid movement spread the pleasure all throughout your body, leaving you nearly speechless. 

strings of obscenities filled ellie’s ears as she sunk into you with each merciless stroke. your legs shook from the impact, desperately wrapping against her. the bed rocked along with the two of you, crashing into the wall as ellie fucked you.

you clasped onto her face, cupping it in your palms as you brought her face down. she pressed her forehead against yours, her pants mixing with moans and the filthy sounds of your pussy. 

“don’t stop, fuck me ha—“ your whines became caught in your throat as ellie pulled out, gently moving you into your stomach. she moved behind you, taking her place as she continued the fervent pace— this time with much more aggression. 

your cheeks rubbed harshly against the fabric of the blanket. you weren’t given much time to adjust to the next position before that same pit pleasure took shape inside of you. and it strengthened with each taunting thrust of ellie’s hips. 

she knew you were close, she could practically feel it in the way your body writhed underneath her. thus her movements had much more vigor and purpose behind them. she needed to bring you to unravel and she was going to be the one to do it. thus ellie placed a firm hand by your head to stabilize herself. using her free one to toy with your sensitive clit. 

“close aren’t you?” she hummed. 

“….please let me come” your voice grew weary and your body stiff. streams of pleasure rippled through your body and in a matter of seconds your vision was distorted by black spots. the sweet poisonous pit in your stomach unraveled, drawing deep loud moans from your lips. 

ellie moved from your body. watching in awe as you soaked the white sheets beneath you, drenching them in fluids. shockwaves tore through your body beautifully leaving you a mess on the bed you shared with your wife. she left soft kisses all over your face and neck, slowly easing from your high. 

“so beautiful…..”

as your vision cleared you gazed up at ellie, who hovered over you. the fierceness in her gaze was long gone, replaced with concern as she looked back at you.

neither of you said anything about the ordeal, in fact, you’d almost forgotten about it. instead, you were struck with fatigue. dozing off as ellie doted on you. she removed the wet sheets from the bed, replacing them with new comfortable ones for you to sleep on.

she took her spot snug behind you, burying her face into the crevice of your neck as she basked in your warmth. she adored these moments. especially the intimate one’s where she was able to see aspects of you that only she’d have the pleasure of experiencing. and it was all the reassurance she needed. 

[crellanstein]

Prodigious

I find it odd how the fandom focuses so much on Aang’s childhood being ruined when he learned he was the Avatar at 12, but there’s very little talk about how discovering she was the Avatar as a toddler affected Korra’s life and how she was raised.

But we’ll circle back to that...

Because this is a good starting point to talk about one of the most prevalent themes in the story, which the mainstream discussion of tends to only focus on a few characters -- That is the Child Prodigy. 

We’ll start with the two most obvious. The ones we always talk about.

Azula.

The clearest example of your typical child prodigy (if there is anything typical about a prodigy). Azula showed early mastery of very advanced Fire-Bending techniques, and is the only Fire-Bender to use blue flames, which was intended to make her stand out amongst the other villains but is also indicative that her Fire-Bending is more pure and powerful (blue flame is produced when burning pure O2 or fuel without contaminant at a very high temperature). 

All this lead to her being praised and favored by Ozai as a child, but as double-edged swords go, this also meant she had a lot of pressure on her shoulders to never fail, and she rarely did. Her ego matched her talent, and let’s be honest she was the baddest bitch the show had ever seen. Conquering Ba Sing Se, defeating the Avatar in combat, and dropping some of the most devastating lines of dialogue in villain history; she was a force nobody wanted to reckon with. 

And that become a problem for one asshole in particular...

Being jealous of his own child is just one item on a laundry list of reasons why this guy is the worst father in the history of fathers. Azula had begun to outshine him with her victories, and Ozai’s maniacal ego couldn’t handle that, so he left her behind to babysit the Fire Nation while he went out to burn/conquer the world, which also was her idea.

And while this wasn’t the only thing that aided in her demise, it certainly was the final straw which sent her spiraling down into this...

In the end Azula is a sad example of how certain unfair expectations are placed upon talented children, and the more they succeed, the more these expectations grow and weigh on the them until they either disappoint those looking down on them or surpass and embarrass their elders.

It is a lose-lose situation which inevitably destroys them.

There is a similar example of the child prodigy, but his story goes a little different.

Aang.

Even as a twelve/thirteen year-old boy Aang by far has the most impressive stats among any character in the Avatar universe.

Basically mastering 3 of the 4 Elements in less than a year, after mastering Air by the time he is twelve (not to mention inventing his own Air-bending move, the Air scooter). 

Aang is an example of a child prodigy who had too much thrust onto him at too young an age because of the talent he showed; because of this he panicked and ran away, and the world was worse off for it. 

Aang/Sokka/Katara’s story is all about how in times of War, responsibilities normally handled by adults are pushed onto kids who then have to grow up very fast in order to deal with it all.

The message is clear. War robs the young of their childhoods. 

Now, let’s talk about a different kind of child prodigy.

The Unacknowledged. 

Yes, of course I’m talking about Toph, the greatest Earth-Bender to ever live.

Because of her blindness, Toph’s family tried to keep her sheltered and safe by hiding her from the world. Refusing to believe she could ever be more than helpless. Anyone who has seen the show knows that is far from the truth.

But because her potential went unseen, there were some negative effects to her personality. Initially, she resented her parents, and rebelled; which established a certain level of independence, a bad attitude, and a hot-headed streak. Over time spent with the Gaang these behaviors subsided because she finally had friends and they accepted her for who she was. By the end of the series she was fully willing to accept aid from them when she needed it, like holding on to Sokka’s arm in environment where her bending couldn’t help her “see”. 

Toph’s story is a foil to Azula’s, both showed immense talent and badassery, but while recognition of Azula lead to ever-mounting pressure for her to succeed; the lack of recognition for Toph created a need for her to be acknowledged and set an undercurrent of frustration which leads to her acting out in the ways she does.

The lesson to take from Toph’s story is not to shelter your kid from the world out of fear for their safety, and to be open to recognizing their talents, not shun them.

Next are two more Unacknowledged.

Katara and Sokka.       

Their story, and the reason behind their circumstances, is one of the more complicated and nuanced ones in the series, so here we’ll focus on how it fits into the subject of discussion.

Because of the War, Katara was robbed not only of her mother but also of any Southern Masters to train her, and any role models Sokka could have looked up to left with his father to fight. Because of this Katara’s potential and Sokka’s genius went unacknowledged not due to neglect but rather due to circumstance. (Yes, I think Sokka is a genius, how many 15 yr olds do you know that can plan an invasion, design submarines, and spit poetry off the cuff?).

This is a further example of how War robs kids of necessary childhood experiences, and these two robberies had particular effects on both Katara and Sokka’s character developments.

Sokka had the responsibility of protecting his home put upon him at a young age. The men of his tribe leaving prevented him from completing his rite of manhood until the Gaang ran into Bato of the Water Tribe, and early on Sokka was constantly trying to prove himself as a man and a leader. Sokka is one of the smarter characters of the series, but he rarely got credit for it until the third season. Not to mention that because he wasn’t a bender he often seemed less useful than the others. The circumstances of war made his talent go unnoticed and because of that he often was unsure of himself and overcompensated to prove something.

Speaking of talent going unnoticed.

Katara is definitely one of the more talented benders of the series. After training herself for years with little progress, she essentially mastered Water-Bending in a few weeks under Master Pakku. While her anger towards the Fire-Nation mostly centers around the loss of her mother, it can’t be ignored that the delay in her training was a direct result of the Fire-Nations’ actions.  Toph’s anger and frustration vented itself as rebellion. However, the same frustration and anger is within Katara, but because she wasn’t as natural a bender as Toph she sought to learn and be respected, and when that was denied to her is when that anger bubbled to the surface in some terrifying ways. 

While Toph’s talent went unnoticed because of her families neglect, Katara and Sokka’s wasn’t acknowledged because there was nobody to acknowledge it. Because of that both brother and sister wanted to prove themselves to the world.

And then there is Zuko.

I know what you’re thinking. Zuko wasn’t a prodigy, his Fire-Bending skill didn’t catch up with Azula’s until the finale and he never mastered Lightning-Bending, but this section is about the Unacknowledged.

Zuko had many other talents besides Fire-Bending, he was a master swordsmen, and was able to successfully break into every secure facility he attempted in the show (which was almost every secure facility the show featured).  Unfortunately, these talents were never recognized, because the only thing the royal family cared about was bending ability (It’s possible the reason he learned the sword was because he lacked skill in Fire-Bending). 

As per usual with Zuko, this part of his tale is quite sad. Many can relate to being outshined by a sibling, and when it becomes all too clear that one cannot match another’s talent it’s quite understandable to focus on what they do excel at, but even then there is no promise of recognition for their own talent. Zuko was even mocked by his father during the solar eclipse when Ozai tried baiting him into attacking with his swords. 

This lack of recognition is one of many sad aspects of Zuko’s early life, but it is a definitive example of one of the hardest unacknowledged prodigy’s cross to bear. The Outshone prodigy, one whose talents are never noticed because a bigger and brighter star stands in the way of such recognition, and arguably the most frustrating type mentioned here. Toph/Sokka/Katara all came from situations were there was no recognition being given to them or anyone, but Zuko had to bear watching massive amounts of praise be piled on to his sister while he and his accomplishments went by the way side.

Ozai summed up the situation best.

“Azula was born lucky, Zuko was lucky to be born”

Alright now where have I been going with all this?

So, far we’ve covered a lot of wrong ways to treat a child, whether they show talent or not, and how the circumstances of war can also take many things from children.

But what happened to Korra?

(Before we get into to this I should state that I like Korra, and the purpose of this is not to bash her as a character or her arc, but rather to give a little of my insight into it.)

It’s well established that Aang was told of his heritage too young, and that was a detriment on his development into an adult, but what would have happened if he realized his powers himself not long after he could walk? We’ll never know, but we do get to see the effects it had on Korra. 

When she revealed herself as the Avatar, Korra set her entire life in a new direction, and because Aang tasked the White Lotus with finding and training her that direction was out of her control. There are two key differences between Korras’ and other Avatars’ lives.

1. She grew up in isolation on a White Lotus compound.

Every Avatar before Korra we know of spent a portion of their early lives traveling the world in order to master the elements; along this journey they not only learned how to bend the other 3 elements, buy also many things about the 3 other nations and the world they are tasked to protect as a whole. By confining Korra in safety and bringing the masters to her the White Lotus deprived Korra of this opportunity to learn and grow and understand the world and the people within in. It also deprived her of learning modern bending styles until she reached Republic City.

While this might have kept Korra safe from the Red Lotus, it grew within her a naiveté about how the world worked, and because of this when she actually did venture out into the world she was terribly unprepared for it.

2.  She was trained and mastered 3 of the elements by the time she was 16.

Most Avatars don’t know they have this power until they reach 16 and then they spend several years learning to control it. Korra’s natural talent in the bending lead to her training being expedited not by necessity like Aang’s, but due to her talent and eagerness. Korra excelled at the physical part of being the Avatar and because of this by the time she reached maturity she had become over-confident in her abilities and true to what her Fire-Bending master said in Ep.1 she lacked restraint.

I’m not saying her bending isn’t great, but rather because it is so great it’s her go-to solution to anything, and she enjoys that so she uses it with enthusiastic gusto and not a lot of thinking before striking.

This overconfidence coupled with her naiveté of the world is what lead to many of her rash decisions and actions, most of which had negative consequences, and I believe are the reason behind some fan are dissatisfied with her. Aang had been almost the complete opposite, even by the age of twelve he was an experienced world traveler and an incredibly humble guy. 

Some may have been dissatisfied by these character decisions, but they served a purpose, they are only the beginning of her arc. The internal challenge Korra must overcome through 4 seasons is to humble herself before the world, and learn from it. This was finally achieved in the 4th season when the metal poisoning in her body forces her to face others in the world as equals, only then had she completed her journey.

And why did it all go this way?

Because she is a very unique child prodigy, what she demonstrates in the first episode of LOK would be akin to a toddler playing the violin or hitting a three-pointer; she could bend 3 elements close to just after learning to walk. That is the kind of prodigious talent rarely seen because it is mostly impossible. How does a rational person handle a child like that? 

It’s a tough question, and something this essay has been circling around the whole time. Each example here is the wrong way to handle talented and different children, but what is the right way?

As always look to Iroh.

Who treated his surrogate son Zuko with both respect and compassion. 

Unlike Toph’s parents, Iroh worried over Zuko’s well being, but also allowed him to be independent, make his own decisions, and take his own risks.

Unlike the Nomad Leaders, he didn’t want Zuko weighed down by his position in the world and the responsibility that came with, and always encouraged him relax and take advantage of the moment.

Unlike Ozai, Iroh would always be there to support Zuko in his victories and his failures. Iroh shows him the right path but does not force him down it.

And even after Zuko betrayed and abandoned him.

Iroh was never angry with him, and embraced him upon his return.

He wanted Zuko to grow and be a better man. Even if Zuko wasn’t a prodigy like his sister. 

And that is the answer here. The way to raise a prodigy is the same way anyone should raise any child. Love, Support, a Guiding Hand rather than a Forceful Shove, Recognition of What Makes Them Unique, and Forgiveness When They Falter. The problem comes along when you start treating children differently because you see them as different or special. All children are different, all children are special.

Kids are kids, and they all deserve a proper childhood.  

[kitishsnzes]

I'd like to request a fic where Alex teaches Gabriel to ride a horse. Causing Alex to have a reaction to the hay/horses

Gabriel had been pestering his husband for the longest time to teach him how to ride a horse. He knew that Alex had grown up horseback riding and often talked about it. Alex even had his own horses and barn. But with how much he'd been traveling for work he hasn't really been able to ride in ages.

But finally Alex was home. He had a whole two weeks before he had to be back. Gabriel took this opportunity to beg his husband to teach him to ride horses. "Are you sure Gabe? You've never ridden before"

"I know" he playfully rolled his eyes, "that's why you need to teach me"

"Okay, fine" Alex smiled at his adorable young husband. And he pressed a kiss to Gabriel's forehead. "First I need to get the horses ready. You can come if you want" Alex explained. Gabriel was excited. He followed his husband out to their small barn. It was then that Alex realized he hadn't taken his allergy medicine yet that day. And his nose was already getting itchy. Alex went over to the stable that had his favorite horse, who was also the calmest and the one he would train Gabriel on. After Alex unlatched the stable door the horse, Dusty, came towards him. He pet the horse and smiled. He loves his horses so much. Especially Dusty. He held his hand out to Gabe, who took it, Alex pulled Gabe over to the horse, "let her smell you and get used to you. "in the meantime I'm going to get a saddle and a lead." he sniffled, he felt a sneeze coming on and wanted to get away from Gabriel before he sneezed. He went into the storage area of the barn, which thankfully was away from the horses and hay. He ducked towards his elbow, "heTchu! EhTchhu! HaTtchU!" The sneezes were harsh and forceful, as his typically were. He shook his head to clear the cloudy feeling. He sniffled, his nose had begun running. He took a washcloth that was hanging on a hook. Which he mainly used for polishing his fancier riding saddles. So he kept it very clean, and considering he hadn't been home for a while it was at its cleanest. Which meant it was pretty much hay and dander free. He used it to blow his nose, then tucked it in the pocket of his riding jacket. Knowing it wouldn't do a lot of good, but would at least be somewhat helpful.

Alex went back to where Gabriel was and was super proud to see how quickly Dusty became comfortable with Gabriel. The young man was truly a saint with a heart that could make any person, or animal love him. One of the many things Alex loved about his husband. "You ready love?" Alex asked, his voice soft, he placed a gentle hand on Gabriel's back. Gabriel smiled, "very ready" his smile faltered slightly when he saw his husband's face. "What's wrong love?" Gabriel asked, concern evident on his face. Alex shrugged him off, "nothing" Gabriel gave him a look. "Okay.."

"Ready to start now?" Alex asked, quickly and effectively distracting Gabriel. The younger man smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "So first, I think what I'll do is do a bit of riding, just to get her warmed up." Gabriel nodded, he was very excited. Alex adjusted the saddle on the horse, then mounted. He fought the blossoming tickle. "Ready Dusty?" He asked the beautiful horse. On the bright side, Dusty was often the causes of allergy attacks for Alex. So she was very used to hearing her rider sneeze, so Alex knew she wouldn't be as startled as the other horses.

Alex started guiding the horse in a lap around his field. As if the horse and hay wasn't bad enough he also felt his nose prick with the overwhelming grass pollen. Alex held to the reigns to keep them steady, without squeezing them too tight. He ducked towards his elbow, "heKTChu! EtchhU! HatCHu! Hhh- HKTchshu!"

"Bless you!" Gabriel called to Alex, he tried to hide the concern he felt, knowing how stubborn his husband could be. "Thanks," Alex called back. He finished the lap with Dusty, and decided that was enough. He was already going to be very close to her helping Gabriel, he didn't need to make it worse. He climbed off the horse. "Do you need help getting on love?" Alex asked, Gabriel glanced at the horse, "maybe a bit" he admitted somewhat shyly. "Sure thing babe" Gabriel glanced at his husband, "you okay honey?" Alex looked at his husband, not actually that surprised by his concern. "Yep!" Alex gave his husband a reassuring smile. Gabriel looked doubtful. "You sure? Your eyes are really red."

"Oh, maybe just a bit bothered from the grass pollen." Alex made up a quick excuse. Gabriel, thankfully, seemed to believe it. But it didn't really ease his concerns. "Have you taken anything yet?" Alex nodded, despite fully knowing he hadn't. But didn't want Gabriel to worry. "Probably just taking some time to work" Alex explained. He grabbed Gabriel's hand and led him over to the horse. "Alright love, you ready?" Gabriel nodded, very excited. Alex helped his husband climb up onto the horse. As soon as Alex could assure that Gabriel was safely on he turned away, and brought his fist up, "hkTchu! hh-ktchUH ketChu! HatChu!" He rubbed his nose with his knuckle. "Bless you" Gabriel politely supplied his husband. Something Alex noticed was that Gabriel never failed to bless him whenever he sneezed. Which, of course, Alex found adorable. "Thanks" Alex took the cloth out of his pocket and blew his nose. "You sure you're okay?" Gabriel looked concerned. "Yep!" Alex said confidently, Gabriel looked disbelieving. "Okay, so." Alex took the reigns in his hands, he began leading the horse in a slow lap, hoping Gabriel could get comfortable and more confident with being on a horse. "Nervous?" Alex asked Gabriel, the young man shook his head, a bright smile on his face. "I think you're better than I was after even a year of riding lessons!" Alex said with a soft laugh. Gabriel laughed at his husband, "I was so scared the first time I rode" Alex admitted, he had a shy smile on his face. "Honestly I'm too excited to be nervous," Gabriel admitted cutely. "You're doing great" Alex said, he continued to lead the horse around. His nose was itching badly, he knew he needed to get away from the horses asap. He was very badly reacting already. "Gabe, baby, do you think you're ready to go on your own?" Gabriel was, understably, shocked. "Already?"

"Dusty will go slow. Just hold the reigns steady." He pointed to the barn. "I'll be right over there" Alex handed Gabriel the reigns. "Ready love?" Alex asked, Gabriel nodded, "gently flick the reigns and say trot" Alex explained, Gabriel did as instructed. The horse began moving at a steady pace. Alex was proud of how fast of a learner his husband is. Once he was sure Gabriel was safe he went over by the barn. He used the hose to get the corner of the cloth wet. He used this to wipe around his eyes and nose, which tickled the sensitive appendage. "EtKchu! HeTtchuh! EhKtshu-hh- eh-ktChu" he blew his nose on the cloth. It felt his whole body was being attacked by allergens. His whole face was itchy.

While Gabriel was riding he heard his husband succumb to a fit on sneezes, which only elevated his concern. "Dusty? Can you go to the barn?" He didn't exactly know what to say to the horse. But he gently pulled the reigns hoping to guide the horse over to the barn. This thankfully worked. He messily lead the horse and sloppily dismounted. He gently tied the reigns to a post. "Alex? Baby what's going on? Your allergies are never this bad. Even after that time you, very stupidly, mowed the lawn." Alex avoided eye contact with Gabriel. "Let's get Dusty ba-hh-hKTcHu! HaKTchu! snf Back to the stable and I'll explain"

"Bless you"

"Thanks" he went over to Dusty and untied her from the post. His nose was so incredibly itchy. It was really a pain in the ass. He led Dusty to her stable and took the saddle and the lead off. He put the riding equipment back in the barn. "Shit, she needs hay" Alex said, "I'll be right inside." Alex said, he kissed Gabriel on the cheek. Gabriel moved towards the house but didn't go inside. He watched as Alex took a bale of hay and threw it into Dusty's stable. Almost instantly after the hay left his hands Alex took a cloth from his pocket. "Ektchu-HAKtchu! hh-ktchUH ketChu AktchHU! heKTChu- hh- hhh- HKTchshu!" Gabriel grew very concerned seeing his husband succumb to such an intense sneezing fit. He quickly moved over to Alex and put his arm around his husband. "Bless you" Gabriel led Alex inside. "Do you need to-"

"hh-ktchUH KTchHu! KTcHu! heKTChu-!"

"Bless you, times a million"

"Thanks babe" Gabriel led Alex to the kitchen table. Gabriel then grabbed a box of tissues from the bathroom, along with Alex's strongest allergy medicine. "Alright Lex, I know this isn't from the grass. Are you allergic to hay?" Gabriel asked, he ran his hands through Alex's hair. Alex leaned against Gabriel. "Not exactly. I mean, yes I am. My damn nose takes 'hay fever' very seriously. But um, ironically I'm actually allergic to horses. Well all animals but it seems horses are the worst. I'm just usually a lot better at remembering allergy medicine. So I'm usually just a little bit sneezy. Not like t-hh- HeKTChu! HEH- EHH- HH- ktChShu! Ektchu-HAKtchu!"

"Bless you! Oh my gosh babe" Gabriel took a tissue from the box and pressed it to Alex's nose. "Blow" Alex was embarrassed, not used to being the one who's getting taken care of. But he did as Gabriel asked. "You okay babe?"

"I'll be better now that I'm away from the horses, and hay"

"Hon, I hate to break it to you but…" Gabriel looked Alex up and down. Alex glanced down at his shirt, grains of hay stuck to the whole thing. "Plus both of us were on the horse. Maybe you should shower"

"Probably a good idea… join me?" Alex asked with a cheeky smile. "Sure" Gabriel said, hoping his voice didn't display his nervous excitement. Even after years together, Gabriel still got flustered when Alex wanted to do anything remotely sexual. And even though showering isn't exactly sexual, it still made Gabriel flustered.

Alex took his shirt and jacket off right in the kitchen and threw it in the laundry room. Gabriel stared at his husband's defined abs. "Are you just going to stare?" Gabriel looked away blushing. He followed his husband in tossing his shirt off. The two of them went upstairs to the bathroom. Where the rest of their clothes came off. The two moved to the shower together. "Alex?"

"Hmm?"

"Why didn't you tell me? At least we could have waited for you to take your allergy medicine"

"Because you were excited."

"Lex, I would have waited." Gabe wrapped his arms around his husband. Alex smiled and kissed his husband's head. "I love you"

"Love you too" Gabriel said, he sounded shy. "I know you like spoiling me and making me happy, but the thing that makes me happiest is my husband safe and healthy." Alex wasn't used to Gabriel saying such romance words to him. He was very flustered, usually Alex was the one to make his partner a blushing flustered mess, and yet, Gabriel's charms, as usual, won the usually stoic man over. Alex wished he could hold Gabriel close to him for forever, but sadly his nose had other plans, he unwrapped himself from Gabriel, and ducked away towards his elbow, Gabriel's hand on his waist keeping him steady. "hetCHu-! eKTChu! HeKTchu! kTChu!"

"Bless you, bless you, bless you, bless you!"

"Ugh, snff thanks"

"Did you take your allergy medicine by any chance?" Alex shook his head, blushing a bit under Gabriel's stern glare, an unusual thing for his husband. But it was strangely very attractive. "Let's finish up in here and then get you medicated, then I have a feeling you'll need a nap" he teased his husband lightly, knowing how much he was effected by the allergy medicine, no matter how supposedly, 'non-drowsy' it was advertised to be. Alex blushed a bit at his husband's teasing. There was no one who could make Alex as flustered as Gabriel could. And effortlessly as well. The two of them finished up their shower (which did included at least 3 makeout sessions, Gabriel making Alex blush at least four more times, and Alex sneezing 19 more times.)

Gabriel guided Alex to their room, Alex's eyes were still quite swollen. "Get dressed babe. I'll get your allergy medicine and water" Alex grabbed Gabe's wrist and pulled the younger into his lap, "love you so much! So so much!'" Gabe blushed, "love you too"

"Thanks for taking care of me"

"You always do the same for me" Gabe said, he was blushing and super flustered. Alex allowed Gabe to get off his lap, Alex pulled him in for one more kiss, and blushed feeling Alex smile against his lips. Gabe left the room to get allergy medicine for his husband, he almost tripped he was so flustered by his husband. He returned a few minutes later and found Alex doubled over with a forceful fit. Gabriel placed a comforting hand on his husband's back, once Alex's fit ended Gabriel handed him a tissue from the box he, very smartly, remembered to grab. "Bless you"

"Thank you" his voice was congested. "Here babe" Gabe handed Alex the allergy medicine and water. Alex swallowed the pill dry, causing Gabe to cringe. "it's beyond me how you can do that"

"Practice. Lots of years of allergy pills. Every time I ride I take one … well except today apparently" Alex said shyly, Gabe rolled his eyes, "next time, just tell me. I'd rather wait for you to take allergy medicine then have you suffer like this again"

"Thank you babe"

"No problem, how about you take a nap, your eyes are already droopy" Alex nodded, "feel tired" Gabe kissed his husband's forehead. The two for them curled up together Alex was asleep within five minutes.

[mountswhore]

Can you please write one with mase where you two get into a fight and he Donny want to go to sleep before solving this

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥— mason mount

summary: you and mason had been experiencing some tension recently, ending in an argument. but he refused to sleep on it.

notes: requests are CLOSED.

You and Mason hadn't been together long. Almost a year, so you were still getting used to each other's schedules and what it was like to be with the other. However, recently, tensions were high between the two of you. You found yourself getting annoyed at Mason's outbursts of attitude after a bad day, in turn, getting you riled up.

You decided to spend a few days back at your apartment to get out of each other's hair, but Mason was confused after coming home to an empty house after training on Friday night.

"Where are you?" He asked into the phone, after you'd picked it up between cooking dinner and tidying your kitchen.

You'd thrown the dirty knives and wooden spoon into your sink, sighing heavily into the phone. "Cooking dinner, at home. Why?"

"You're usually here for the weekend."

Mason could either take it one of two ways:

1) He could either be really moody about it and take it the wrong way.

2) Or he could be understanding and see where you're coming from.

"I just thought to get out of your hair for a few days, as we seem to be arguing a lot recently." You mentioned, trying to make it sound casual but failing miserably once you hesitated over the last few words.

There was a silence over the phone, and Mason had clearly chosen option 1.

"Have we? I don't feel that way. Just say you want to be away from me," Mason sneered, and you knew he didn't mean it. He had a shit day, and all he wanted was to come home to you. But instead he'd come home to a cold, dark house.

"What are you on about, Mase? Every night this week, we have argued. I don't want to be away from you, it's just to clear the air between us." You tried to reason with him, but that was like talking to a brick wall sometimes. The pair of you sighed, and this was the fifth night in a row you'd be arguing — only difference was, it was over the phone.

"Why are you throwing this 'argument' thing in my face? As if I'm the only one who started the arguments."

"Here we go again," you mumbled. And you knew it wasn't needed, but you weren't going to hold yourself back if Mason was going to take it completely the wrong way.

"And you wonder why we argue," Mason shouted, and you took the phone away from your ear, still able to hear him, "when you have stupid remarks like that."

Your dinner was ready, you were hungry, tired from work, and Mason wasn't someone you wanted to be arguing with right now. Your plans to have a relaxed evening were still on the table, despite your moody boyfriend on the phone.

"Look, Mase," you huffed, tired of this barely conversation, "let's just sleep on it. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Without letting him talk, you ended the call. You were adamant on enjoying your dinner, and getting into a nice, cozy bed.

But Mason was sat on his couch, head in his hands and breathing heavily. He just wanted a night in with you, he had a game on Sunday and planned to use his day off tomorrow to be completely with you. Whilst that was still in reach, it didn't seem likely due to the argument you'd just had. Mason was always told never to sleep on an argument, as you aren't guaranteed another day. He remembered that forever, and needed it in this very moment.

He decided to give you some time to cool down and relax, which meant he could make dinner of his own and get comfy in bed before texting you.

Can we please talk about this? He texted, throwing his phone onto, what would be, your pillow.

I said I'd see you tomorrow, you replied, but he wasn't having any of it.

I can't just sleep on an argument. I want to fix this with you, please. He texted you back, holding onto your phone as you had read it almost immediately. The three dots had disappeared after a minute, and Mason's heart deflated. Until your called ID appeared, and he was faced with a picture of the two of you last summer, having a picnic with silly hats on.

"Hey, you." You spoke, shuffling to your bedroom with a smile on your face. And Mason could practically hear your smile.

"Hey," he replied sheepishly, snuggling further into his sheets as he tried to hide a smile of his own.

"I don't mean anything malicious by staying at mine, I still love you, I still want to be with you," you began, "I just knew we'd been in each other's company for far too long, and we're still getting used to being in a relationship. It's normal."

"Thank you," Mason sighed, he didn't know how much he needed to hear that, "and I'm sorry for blowing up at you on the phone earlier, I have had a horrible day. And I know that's no excuse."

"I forgive you." And this was why the two of you were so good for each other, you resolved things in a healthy way and you were back to being joint at the hip.

"What do you say to getting in your car and driving in my general direction?" His tone was curious, and you couldn't help but giggle.

"I'm in my pyjamas, so you'll have to warm me up when I get there."

[not-a-space-alien]

Magnanimous Moonrise Chapter 10M

Please understand I need to write or I'll DIE from severe Blorbo blockage

Story masterpost

Complementary chapter

Little reminder...my stories gotta have a happy ending, it's the entire reason why it's fun for the characters to get dragged through the mud for me. so dont worry :)

Content/Content warnings for this chapter: Nonconsensual bondage/restraint/being trapped, gag/muzzle, aftermath of torture, starvation, heavy emotional distress, mind control, whump of a female character, blood blood BLOOD, unsanitary/vomit, brief eye whump, burns

The ride there was long and awkward.

Valen wanted to say something, to explain himself, to mount the defense he’d had locked inside ever since this whole nightmare started.

But he needed to save his voice.  He was terrified of the possibility of wearing out his newly returned defense mechanism, terrified that if he talked too much his frayed vocal cords would give out and he would no longer be able to use persuasion.

He was starving, unable to help himself, unable to even walk on his own, deep in human territory, when angry vampire hunters would be after him for vengeance.  He was keenly aware of how vulnerable he was, of what a razor’s edge he was on.  If he couldn’t use persuasion, it was over for him.

Still, he should say…something at least.  If not for his own satisfaction, then to reassure Lex he wasn’t the monster she thought he was.

“For the record,” he croaked, “I never killed anyone.”  This was true, unless you counted the lizard he’d had when he was 15 that’d died because his parents let him buy it without knowing how to take care of it.

She said nothing.  It wasn’t like she couldn’t; he hadn’t commanded her not to talk, and although it might be an uphill battle, she could definitely do it if she wanted badly enough.

He could tell she was not more at ease.  She wouldn’t believe me even if I tried to say more.  If I told you I won’t hurt you, if I told you what I was here for originally, you wouldn’t believe me.  You have no reason to.

Just like Valen hadn’t had any reason to believe her when she’d said he would be okay, which he hadn’t been.

The dark road whizzed by them, the needle of the speedometer resting perfectly at the speed limit.  Valen cradled his head against the window, watching the painted lines fly past.  He was glad Ari wasn’t here–there was only room in the cab for two people, and having Ari in the cargo space back there would have been nerve-wracking, trying to maintain control over both of them at once, for hours. He wasn't that good at persuasion, and doing it on multiple people made it even harder.

He turned on the radio.  The emergency broadcast signal came out, squealing and beeping.  “–issued for Marsh county.  Residents are advised to stay indoors until sunrise.  This is not a test.  A V alert has been issued for Marsh county.  Residents are advised to stay indoors until sunrise.  This is not a test.  A V alert has been issued for Marsh county.  Residents are advised to stay indoors until sunrise.”

A V alert, of course, meant that a vampire had been spotted.  As though he were a weather phenomenon everyone had to take cover from.  This was probably for him, right?

With shaking hands, he turned the radio off.

He wasn’t sure what time it’d been when they’d left the compound, but it became obvious soon enough that they would not make it back to his house before sunrise.  He whimpered as the sky started to lighten, clouds streaking beautiful orange and pink.

If they could pull over–

No, if there was a rest stop–

Maybe he could–

What if–

Moaning in terror, Valen undid his seatbelt and clambered over the center console, into the cargo space in the back of the van.  He curled up behind Lex’s seat, tucked against the wall, out of reach of the window.  The same place he’d been set the first time he’d been in the back of the van, in the coffin, being ferried to his place of torment.

He tucked his knees against his chest, pressing his face into them, rocking slightly.

He stayed that way for the rest of the ride.  He occasionally looked up to check the progress of the sunlight.  There were a few stray patches on the floor in the cargo space here and there, easily avoided, nothing compared to the cab.  Lex snapped down the visor that blocked the sun from her eyes, saying nothing.

Finally, they slowed down, with the sound of tires on gravel.  Then, stopped.  Silence.

Choking, Valen peered up, trying to get a glimpse of the outside.  He shrieked as an unexpected stray sunbeam reflected off the rear-view mirror into his eye, pain exploding in his head.

He dropped back down, both hands clamped over his left eye.  The pain was indescribable.  It rocked him down to his very core, grating on his bones, unraveling his DNA.  Even if Nick had gouged his eye out and then poured molten silver directly into his eye socket, it wouldn’t even be a fraction of this pain.  It blotted out all intelligent thought.

Gradually, the pain started to fade in intensity.  “You will–”  He whimpered, curling more tightly in on himself.  “You will go–go inside–into the house and–and you will–go into–the closet–and find–and bring to me my cloak–and boots–and–enough to cover myself.”

The door opened and the van rocked as her weight left it.  Valen panted in acute terror.  That had been just one ray of sunshine, for the briefest second.  He couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have his entire unclothed body in the sun for any amount of time.

He waited and waited, terrified that Lex had somehow managed to ward off the persuasion and was just going to leave him there to face the sun.

But no.  Her boots sounded outside eventually.  The back doors were thrown open, and he started, shuffling back, horrified that maybe the sun would reach him.

It didn’t, mercifully.  Lex stepped up and came to him.  She had a bundle of black clothes in her arms, which she deposited next to him.

He unfolded them with shaking hands.  Clothes, his clothes, his clothes from when he was a person and not a piece of meat.  He slid the pants on first, one hand on Lex for balance.  They were far too loose on him now, but it would do.  The boots came on next, precious coverage for his feet, which hadn’t touched anything but the bare concrete floor for months.  He had trouble lacing them up, with his uncoordinated hands, every motion aggravating his wounds and his broken bones, and now this new problem he had of being blind in one eye.

A t-shirt, something to finally, finally, finally cover his chest.

He pulled the cloak over himself, keeping an iron grip on Lex’s arm.  “You will–you will escort me into the house.”

Lex helped him down and supported him as they walked across the grass.  He kept his petrified gaze on the ground, on the vision of his boots moving in and out of the dreaded sunlight, afraid to look up, afraid to get a repeat of what had just happened, his left eye still residually burning.

His boots touched the familiar wood of the porch of his temporary house, then walked him into the shade.  He almost wept with relief.

As soon as they were inside, Valen shut the front door, then finally let himself look up.

His house.  It was still here.  The broken kitchen window had been boarded up–by who?  A neighbor?  The lights were all off–the electricity must have been shut off long ago when no one had been paying the bills.  He was too afraid to look out the window, but it would be a miracle if his car was still there.

“Close all the blinds.”

Lex walked around the first floor and shuttered all the windows.

He’d done it.  He was here.  He was safe.

Now what?

His roaring, angry stomach demanded his attention first.  He needed to feed.  Everything would be easier if he could feed.  He could get some strength back, he could heal faster.

He strode into the kitchen, where Lex was waiting obediently by the broken window, having pointlessly lowered the blinds over the plywood.  He ignored her and opened the fridge.

The light did not come on.  The fridge was room temperature.  Of course.  It probably had been for months.

Valen put a hand over his mouth, almost sick at the rotting smell released when he opened the door and broke the seal.  All the bottles of artificial blood had congealed into a dark sludge, rings rimming the insides to mark when they had been fuller.  Most of them also had mold blossoming in them.

He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t realized that the blood would, of course, be inedible by now.  Vampires were predators, not scavengers.  They drank fresh blood.  This wouldn’t do anything for him.

Maybe I can–

Maybe if there’s–

What if I–

He stumbled out of the kitchen, barking a command for Lex to follow him and help him down the stairs into the basement.  Into his workshop.

He let out a screech as something moved, a blur of motion across his workbench and down to the floor.  A ringed tail disappeared into the crawlspace….a raccoon.  A raccoon had made its home here in his absence.

The light wouldn’t come on, so Lex surely couldn’t see very well with only the light coming from the very small window up at ground level, but Valen could still see all right.

His equipment was mostly still there.  Some of it had been knocked over, apparently by his racoon lodger.  He braced himself against the workbench, clumsy hands swiping glassware off of it and shattering on the floor.

Were his supplies all still here?  He lit the bunsen burner, setting a glass flask above it.  He went to pour a glucose solution into it, only to find it’d all evaporated, a crystalline crust on the bottom of the jar.  Frantic, he looked around the workbench.  A few jars had been knocked over, shattered, their contents scattered.  Some of them were missing entirely–Lex and Ari had taken them, he realized suddenly, they had collected things from his workstation and taken them as evidence of his activities.

He lowered his head down onto the counter, crying.  He couldn’t make more.  He didn't have even half of the things he needed to do so. And even if he could, it would take a long time, too long for him to stay and wait for it to brew. The hunters knew where his house was.  And even if he could have waited, he knew, deep down, that it wouldn’t be enough.  The artificial blood had, at best, tided him over between real feedings.  He still needed real human blood a few times a month even with the most developed version of his product, and it’d been six months.  He needed to eat.

He pushed the glassware rig off the bench as he got up, smashing more glass across the floor, his boots crunching over them with each wobbly step.  He snarled at Lex to help him up the stairs, and she did so.

She stood by the basement door, watching him as he went back into the kitchen.  He opened the fridge, groping in it, knocking over bottles which tumbled to the floor and shattered, spilling sludge and mold and glass shards all over the floor.

His chest heaved in desperation.  He took a bottle, examined it, saw the black and green blooms of mold.  Threw it on the ground, adding it to the mess, took another.  Saw the deep, sickly color of the congealed blood that had never even been blood, an insufficient imitation even on its best days.

He staggered backwards, catching himself on the fridge door, and bottoms-upped the bottle into his mouth.

It tasted like dead meat and rot.  He spat it out immediately, the remnants of the bottle spilling down his front.  He let it fall to the floor, cracking and rolling away under the sink.

He knelt, the growing layer of blood and glass underneath of him painting his knees, and he reached further back into the fridge, knocking aside obviously tainted bottles, seized by some mad hope that somehow there would be something edible if he just looked hard enough.

The last bottle slipped out of his hand.  The dark desperation clawed at him again, the animal that had driven him to use persuasion, the thrumming, pounding fear and anger and hopelessness.

From his kneeling position, he raised his head to see Lex still standing idly in the doorway.

He scrambled to his feet, his front and hands and knees all slick with tainted blood.  “Kn-kneel down.”

Lex did so.  He could see the twinges of fear on her face, the panic pinned into place and unable to be released.  She knew what was coming.

He collapsed in front of Lex, blood-soaked thighs laced in her own, talons grabbing her shoulders.  He’d never fed from a human before, but he’d seen others do it.  It was awkward, a trick to get the right position.

He lowered his head down into the crook of her neck.  He felt her body trembling, fear racking her body even under the spell keeping her still.  He started to cry there, shaking along with her.

I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.

He pressed his lips gently to her neck, a hand threading through her hair and pulling her head to the side.  Tears slid down his cheeks as he planted a gentle kiss there.  This wasn’t how he wanted touching her to go, not at all.

He knew there was no going back once he did this.  But he didn’t care.  He couldn’t.  All that mattered was his own animalistic hunger, and the sweet scent of the human who would satiate it.

You did this.  You drove me to this desperation.  What was it you always comforted yourself with…You deserve it.

He bit down, his mouth filling first with the salty taste of skin, then the sweet, warm, heavenly taste of blood, real human blood, fresh from the source.  The feeling of his fangs in her neck was intoxicating, drawing out the stream of life, feeling the warm, sticky substance leaking out under his teeth.  He had never tasted anything this delicious, never in his decades of life.  He wanted to drown in it.

He lapped at it ravenously, drawing out more, going in for a second bite, tearing more of the skin.  He needed more, more, more. It would never be enough, it would never fill the bottomless hole in his stomach, in his blackened heart.

Lex trembled in his hands.  “You’re–” she choked out, her voice so, so small.  “You’re going to kill me.”

He was drunk on this feeling, the power, the hot gore in his mouth.  He grabbed her more tightly, held her more closely.  Her skin was starting to feel colder, her movements weaker.

He broke off.  Not because he’d heard Lex.  But because he suddenly felt so wrong.  Physically.

He’d gorged himself.  He hadn’t eaten in months, and he’d just gorged himself like a mosquito or a fat tick.  Except his body wasn’t designed to take in that much food at once and hold it.  Quite the opposite, in fact.

He felt sick.  Vomiting was a strange and rare sensation for most vampires, and Valen was no exception.  He could feel it coming, though, his body reacting violently to the sudden dump of mass into his stomach.  

He’d gotten carried away, he’d binged.  His abused, starved body no longer knew how to handle this much food at once.

Valen turned and staggered into the kitchen, aiming for the sink, but he collapsed midway there, onto his hands and knees, and retched.  All the precious blood he’d just swallowed came back up, spattering onto the floor, dribbling down his already saturated chin.

He heaved until his stomach had turned itself inside out to empty itself.  Panting, he knelt there, feeling the strength once again sapping from his limbs, the euphoria of feeding wearing off.

His blurry vision focused in on where he was, kneeling in a thick pool of blood spreading across the kitchen floor, the artificial blood and the human blood he’d just vomited up and the glass shards from the shattered bottles slicing his knees and adding his own dark blood to the pool.  Blood, blood, blood.  This is what he was, a creature of blood and pain and suffering.  He was born and bred to cause suffering and death.  It was in his bones.

Why did it matter how hard he tried to be otherwise, when this was the outcome either way?

Maybe he should just embrace it.  Maybe he should just be fine with being a creature of blood.

He shakily got to his feet, bracing himself on a chair, trying futilely to wipe the blood from his face.  Lex was now on her hands and knees as well, looking pale and weak and dizzy.  He walked past her to the phone on the wall.

He took it from its cradle with shaking hands, leaving bloody fingerprints on the buttons as he dialed.

It rang and rang.  It was morning, after all.  Everyone would probably be getting ready to go to sleep.

Finally, someone picked up.  “You’ve reached the Kithrara estate.”

“Hello,” said Valen, trying to stay dignified, but his voice cracked instantly.  “Is Priscus there?  Can I talk to him?”

There was a stunned pause.  “M-mistress Kithrara,” said the voice.  “It has been so long–”

“I want to talk to my husband.”

“Yes, yes of course.  One moment.”

He was put on hold.  He leaned down and put his forehead to the wall, face taut with anguish.

“My sweet?” said a man’s voice from the receiver.  It sent a shiver up Valen’s spine.

“Priscus,” he said, voice warbling.  “Please come get me.”

There was a long pause.  Then:  “My little turtledove, where are you?  It’s been so long.”

He hid his face in his hand, sobbing.  “Priscus, please, please, please.  Please come rescue me.  I’ll be the mistress of the house, I’ll bear your heir, I won’t demand to drink from blood packets like a commoner.  I won’t complain.  I even–I even have–”  He cast a glance at Lex, then hid his face again.  “I even have my own–my own human we can–to add to yours.  Please, please just come get me.  I’ll do anything.  Please.”

Utterly exhausted from his begging, voice starting to give out, he panted.

“This is an improvement,” the voice purred.  “Of course I’ll come get you.  Where are you?”

“I’m–I’m in human territory.”

“Why…are you there?”

“I can–It’s–forget about it, it doesn’t matter now.  Just–just please, please come–”

“You have been very disobedient,” said Priscus sternly.  “And I will have to discipline you, so you don’t wander off again.”

He swallowed.  “Yes–Yes, sir.”

“I will come get you at nightfall.”

Panic lanced through Valen.  “I won’t last until nightfall.  The hunters know where I am, they’re coming, they’re going to find me.  Please, Priscus, please save me, I’ll do anything, anything.”

His voice cracked, giving out from the force of his begging.  Mortified, he swallowed.

“Very well,” said Priscus slowly.  “Tell me where you are, and I’ll get to you as soon as is feasible.”

He moved his lips, trying to force words out of his mouth.  He finally managed to rasp out, “One minute.”

He didn’t remember the address anymore. If Lex hadn't remembered how to get there, he wouldn't have been able to give her instructions. But he had it written down somewhere.

He set the phone down on the table, moving towards the stairs.  He had some papers in the bedroom…if they were still there.

As soon as he crossed in front of the window, it exploded outwards with a huge BANG, glass shards tearing through the blinds.  Valen threw himself to the ground, covering his head.

He heard something banging open, the sound of plywood breaking behind him.  He scrambled backwards, unable to muster up the strength to jump to his feet despite the terror coursing through him.

A second bang quickly followed the first, and this time Valen realized what it was: gunshots.

They found me.  They got to me already.  He’d thought surely he’d have more time than this.

“Yoohoo,” said Nick’s voice from outside, and his silhouette appeared at the window.  “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

More sounds from behind him.  He was paralyzed with shock and fear at how fast it had happened, how quickly they’d followed him and how fast they’d appeared.  Footsteps were rapidly approaching from behind him, but all he could focus on was the terrifying visage of Nick clambering in through the window, a revolver in his hand.

“S-stop!” he choked out, trying to take command of the situation again.

It was too much.  He couldn’t keep up persuasion over three people at once.  He wasn’t good enough at it.  He’s already been stretching himself with two.  The command rolled harmlessly off Nick as the human grinned wickedly, and that’s when the force from behind him barreled into him.

Something slammed him into the ground, a full body press, cracking bones and knocking the wind out of him.  He opened his mouth to try again, but a hand clapped over his lips.

“You’re dead, fucker,” Ari’s voice snarled from on top of him.  “You’re so fucking dead.”

Valen yanked his head back just enough to get some leverage and sunk his teeth into the meat of Ari’s hand, more blood exploding into his mouth, feeling the tissue and bones crunch beneath his jaws.

His bite was pathetically underpowered.  There’d been a time when he might have been able to just bite clean through Ari’s hand.  Even still, Ari yowled in pain.

But she didn’t let go.  That…wasn’t what he’d expected.  He’d expected her to yank her hand back as a reflex, giving him an opening.  If anything, she seemed to lean into the pain.

“Give her back!” Ari growled, Valen’s teeth sinking deeper into her flesh, forcing his jaw closed as much as he could get it.  

“Ari…” said a weak voice.

There was a silence as Ari presumably saw Lex, limp on the floor.  Saw what Valen had done.  He swallowed the mouthful of blood he had.

The room tumbled over as Ari rolled him onto his front, still keeping her bleeding hand wedged in his mouth.  Her face was full of frightening anger.  He’d never seen any human this angry before.

She planted a boot on his chest.  He uselessly grabbed her ankle with his hands.

She reached into her pocket and withdrew a wooden stake.  “I’m not asking this time.”

“Wait!” said Nick’s voice.  “Don’t kill it!”

“Fuck off!” said Ari, but Nick’s hands had appeared and tentatively blocked her from plunging the wooden stake into Valen’s heart.  “I’m killing this monster!”

“Just let me–You’ve already–!”

“Fine!” Ari snapped, tossing the stake aside.  “Just hurry the fuck up!”

Nick grinned evilly and withdrew another muzzle.

Electric, full-body fear surged through Valen instantly.  Not again.  Not again.  NO.

Ari removed her hand, and the muzzle went in and on, too fast for him to put up a struggle.

It burned.  Why did it burn?  He waited a moment for it to subside, then when it didn’t, realized with horror why:  The muzzle was made of bare silver.

He thrashed and screamed and kicked out to the full limits of his destroyed body, desperately trying to keep his hands free so he could remove the burning metal that had been forced into his mouth, onto his tongue, around his jaw.

Ari turned her back on him, kneeling and helping Lex instead.

Valen howled as best as he could, crying out for mercy, unable to fight off the silver chains that Nick had wrapped around his wrists, cinching them together.  The chains burned too.

“Come help me,” Ari snapped at Nick.

“What about–”

“Just toss him in the basement and lock the door for now.”

Valen watched Nick through his one good eye, blurred with tears, as he kicked the basement door open and dragged Valen over by the ankles.

“Good night, you piece of shit,” said Nick, and threw him down.  Back into Hell.

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It’s Been A Long, Long Time | Alpha!Bucky x Omega! reader Part 2

Summary: When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!

Part one | Part two | Part three |

Warnings: NSFW, Knotting, ABO

Tags: @kyrah-williams @oceanmermaidwitch

The soldier’s rut seemed to come around on a perfect schedule. Like clockwork, every few months Amoretta would be pulled out of her usual living space and sent to the rutting cell to wait for him. Sometimes, he came in smelling fresh and clean, like they had just hosed him down. Other times, he was covered in dirt and blood, most of which didn’t seem to be his own. She didn’t care; her heart soared every time she heard his heavy boots stomping towards her, and she always faced him with a confident, even gaze. 

They would spend his rut together, the soldier knotting her over and over until it passed. He grew bolder with her, showing her affection she never thought he was capable of. He would carefully lay her down on her side so that he could curl around her, waiting for his knot to go down so that he could start all over again. His hands became increasingly gentle, calloused fingertips brushing over her folds carefully as he tried to pull those beautiful moans out of her throat. 

He often succeeded; Amoretta woke up to his touch more times than she could count, her thighs already trembling as he played with her clit. The soldier was good at getting her ready for him, though she was almost always prepared to take his cock anyways. Her body responded to him eagerly, slick always pooling between her legs whenever he was nearby. She couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like if HYDRA didn’t have her on so many heat suppressants. 

Even without her hormones raging, she was falling for him. He was big and strong and protective, always putting himself between her and the guards whenever they appeared in the doorway. If it weren’t for his trigger words, Amoretta was positive he would tear them apart before they even got close to her. Did that mean he felt the same way about her, too? Or was she just being a silly omega, stuck in a cold series of tunnels, latching onto the only alpha she was ever permitted contact with? 

She couldn’t tell. 

She didn’t really care.

All she knew was that she wanted him. She had begun looking forward to his ruts, and by the end of her first year in captivity, her body had begun being able to predict when they were coming without the use of a calendar. It was like waking up on Christmas Day, excitement flooding her while she waited for the guards to come let her out of her cell. It always put her in a good mood, knowing that she was about to see the one person who seemed to care about her in that godforsaken place.

And he did. 

He cared.

Whenever he saw her, the soldier felt his chest swelling with happiness. There were no bond marks on either of them, but she was his, and she knew it. His omega knew that he was there to keep her safe. He was driven by a simple urge to take care of her whenever he saw her, his need to protect her always taking over his mind. She was so much smaller than him, but she took him so well and fit so perfectly against his chest when they laid together. He never wanted it to end. 

“Alpha?” She asked one night, voice barely louder than a whisper. 

His knot had gone down a little while earlier, but he was too exhausted by a full day of fucking to go at it again yet. Instead, he was dozing, an arm draped over her protectively while she snuggled up against his chest. 

“Hm?” He grunted, cracking an eye open. 

“Do you…” she sighed. “Never mind.”

He was fully awake now, both eyes open as he looked at her. “Do I what?”

She bit her lip, feeling stupid. “Do you think we would be together outside of this place?”

He was silent as he thought about it. He didn’t know anything other than HYDRA. Shit, he had never stopped to wonder if there was anything other than HYDRA. Did he have a life besides killing? He had no memory of it, if he did. 

“I’m sorry, it’s dumb.” Amoretta said, burying her face against his chest. “Forget it.”

“‘Mega,” his chest rumbled with the word. “It’s not dumb.”

“Then why didn’t you answer?” She huffed. 

He snorted quietly. There it was again. That brazen attitude she always had. 

“Because...I don’t remember anything outside of this.” He finally said. 

Amoretta looked at him. “Nothing at all?”

“It’s always been HYDRA.” He didn’t sound too concerned.

She frowned. “Well...if it wasn’t. If we were just two normal people.”

“Normal?”

“You know.” She couldn’t help but smile a little. “Just...two people, living in a city—“

“New York.” He interrupted quietly.

She paused. “New York?”

“A city. To live in.” He said. “New York.”

Her brow furrowed slightly. Why would he choose New York? It was a large city, to be sure, but it seemed out of character for him to interrupt with something like that, especially considering that they were currently being kept somewhere under Eastern Europe. They were as far away from the States as they could get, and she had expected to be talking about someplace like Paris, or Moscow, or Berlin. 

She knew the soldier was someone HYDRA had captured a while ago, which meant he had to have had some sort of life before they pumped him full of the serum. Could this be part of it? Was he...remembering? If he was, she wanted to know more. All HYDRA used her for was getting their asset through his ruts, so she had plenty of time to think, and plenty more time to be curious. The most interesting thing in the compound with her was him, and she had spent hours just wondering about him. This could be her chance to actually get him talking about something other than rutting, and she wanted to encourage more.

“Okay, New York.” She said, a reassuring hand on his arm. “What part?”

He thought for a moment, trying to concentrate. “Brooklyn.”

“Why Brooklyn?”

The soldier shrugged. “Heard about it. I think.”

“Never been there?”

“...I don’t know.” 

“Hmph.” She played with a strand of his dark hair. “If we lived in Brooklyn, what kind of life would we have?”

“A house,” he said. 

“We’d have a house?” 

He nodded, his nose finding the scent gland on her neck and rubbing against it. “Filled with lots...and lots...of pups…”

Her heart skipped a beat and she immediately felt heat coiling around in her belly. She couldn’t help it; she was pre programmed to get excited at the concept of being bred. Even without her heats, the thought filled her chest with butterflies. 

“Wanna breed you…” his voice pulled her back to reality. 

Amoretta licked her lips, grinning. “Then breed me, Alpha.”

He let out a playful growl, somehow finding the strength to roll her onto her front and grab her hips. He held onto her tightly enough to leave little red marks, but he never had to worry; she was strong. She was made for him. He knew that she could take whatever he gave her.

“Want my knot?” The soldier asked, toying with her wet folds for a few moments before he shoved his cock inside of her. 

“Y-yes, Alpha!” She squealed, pussy immediately tightening around him. She had grown so used to his size by now, she hardly even needed any preparation to take him. Her body accepted his girth eagerly, wanting nothing more than to feel his knot catching on her.

He groaned appreciatively as he began thrusting in and out of her, setting a lazy pace for himself. “‘M gonna fill you up, Omega...gonna fill you up, get you nice and pupped…”

Her cheeks were flushed as she listened to him, skin burning as her alpha fucked her. She loved the sound of his voice. She loved everything about him. 

“Please,” she moaned, melting down against the sheets. 

“Yeah?” He let go of her hips, moving both hands to hold her ass. He gave it a squeeze, chest rumbling happily at the feeling of so much supple flesh in his grip. “Fuck, omega...my pretty ‘mega…”

She sighed happily, her pussy squeezing his cock as a little orgasm fluttered through her. He was good at that, and giving her those tiny little ones every so often with nothing but his words. 

He snarled at the feeling. He wanted more. 

A metal hand snaked around her front, finding her clit and rubbing it roughly. She immediately cried out, surprised by the sudden stimulation, and it wasn’t long before her thighs were shaking and she was a moaning, crying mess underneath her soldier. How did he know what to do? Why did he even care if she got off, when she was only there to please him? 

He had to be more than just a flesh and bone HYDRA machine. She knew he had to be.

As she tipped over the edge, he followed close behind, his breath hot on the back of her neck as he bit into her shoulder. The pain felt dull, despite his massive fangs tearing into her. It always did; Amoretta was never worried about it, often sporting bruises and bite marks after her soldier mounted her. With the quickened healing abilities her body now had, nothing lasted very long before fading anyways. 

She wished they would stick around, though. She wanted to feel claimed. 

She felt his knot swelling and she sighed happily, slumping down onto the cot as he pressed his chest against her back. He began lazily licking at her shoulder, swiping his tongue over the bloody wound to soothe it. 

“One day,” he grumbled, “One day, ‘m gonna mark you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. 

“Wh-what?” She asked, looking back at him. 

He nodded, sure of himself. “You’re my omega. An’ one day, I’m gonna make sure everybody knows.”

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How many years did she spend there, in HYDRA’S compounds? After the first, it was easy to lose track. She was kept on a monotonous schedule that consisted of a few feedings a day, exercise sessions, and the occasional “doctor’s visit.” Those always just meant that her suppressants were being increased, as her body was growing steadily angrier about them. She was building up a tolerance, the doctor said, and they would simply have to keep ramping up her dosage. 

She dared to ask why they couldn’t just let her have heats like normal, and the answer was simply that they didn’t have the facilities ready to raise super soldier pups. The thought of being separated from her own offspring mortified her; it was bad enough that she was always so far away from her alpha, and she knew she couldn’t bear to give up her pups for some twisted HYDRA program. 

So she shut up, and learned to deal with the side effects of the suppressants. They made her constantly nauseous, not enough to make her vomit, but definitely enough that she was uncomfortable all day. As her dosage increased, so did her headaches, and there were moments she considered begging the doctors to take her off of them so that she could feel at least some relief. 

But she knew that would be a bad idea. She had to continue acting like she had absolutely no interest in returning to her normal heat cycle, or else risk HYDRA thinking about how quickly they could get things ready to start a new super soldier program. Amoretta wanted to keep their minds off of it for as long as she possibly could, and it seemed like she was successful; it never came up during her visits to the lab, the doctors seeming much more focused on how to keep her from getting pregnant at all. 

It was for the best. She knew that. But part of her whined and yearned to be allowed to start a little family with her alpha, even though he hadn’t given her a bond mark. With every rut she spent with him, she felt herself growing more and more comfortable at his side, wishing more and more that they were normal people. She wanted to live that life in Brooklyn with him, to smell fresh air again instead of the recycled oxygen they pumped through the compound. 

Sometimes, Amoretta was moved to different facilities. They were always underground, always just as gray and dingy as all the others. The guards always tranquilized her in order to transport her, and she would wake up in a similar, yet different cell from the last, groggy and even more nauseous than usual. She figured they were moving both her and the soldier around, depending on where they wanted to send him off on missions. She just wished that she could go outside once in a while, too. 

One night, she got her chance. 

She woke up early, her body fighting off the tranquilizer she had been given. She could tell that she was in a cramped, dark transport crate, moonlight filtering in through the air holes on the top of it. Fresh air was coming in, too, the scent of grass and pine filling her nose. It smelled so delicious that she was gulping in lungfulls, immediately shifting to press her face up against one of the holes. 

It was small, barely large enough for her to see out of it, but she could spot a few twinkling stars up above her. 

She wanted more. 

The crate was heavy, reinforced with metal bars meant to keep her in and the soldier out, but she was determined. She hadn’t seen the outdoors in...shit, decades? 

A few good kicks was all it took before she was scrambling out, bare toes digging into the dirt as she stood and looked around. She was in the middle of nowhere, it seemed, a few trucks idling nearby as HYDRA workers moved supplies into the compound. 

As soon as they noticed her, she ran, sprinting off into the trees. She could hear shouting behind her, but she didn’t stop, too excited by the feeling of the wind against her bare skin. The night air was cool and refreshing, and as she skidded to a stop at the edge of a field, she could hardly believe she was really outside.

Turning her eyes up to the sky, she let out a happy gasp. The moon was full and bright, an entire galaxy of stars twinkling in the inky blackness of space. Amoretta hadn’t realized how much she missed it. 

Heavy footsteps drew her attention away from the stars, but she didn’t turn to look. She could smell her alpha approaching, his scent seeming more curious than angry now that he had found her. He was alone, free of the entourage of guards she had expected to come after her. 

“Omega,” he growled, his low voice rumbling. 

“Look at them,” she sighed.

He stepped up next to her, his side brushing hers. “At what?” His blue eyes were scanning the treeline, searching for anything that could be threatening his omega. When he found nothing, he tilted his head to look down at her curiously. “What is it?”

“The stars,” she sighed again.

Stars? 

He watched her face for a moment, surprised to find her smiling up at the sky. When he finally followed her gaze, he paused to admire the stars. He never really did that, did he? Whenever HYDRA let him out, he was sent with strict orders. There was never any time for stargazing. Though...it was nice, and the look on his omega’s face was even nicer. 

“That’s Ursa Major,” she said, pointing up to a collection of stars. “See? It’s a bear.”

The soldier snorted. “I don’t see a bear.”

“Then look harder.”

She glanced over to see him actually squinting, the lower half of his face obscured by the black mask he wore on missions. The sight made her laugh, quiet giggles quickly turning into full, hearty laughter that had her gripping her sides. There he was, a huge, terrifying super soldier, the most dangerous assassin in the world, and he was trying to figure out constellations. 

“What?” his head whipped around to look down at her.

“N-nothing,” she giggled. 

He gave her an exasperated look. “Are you laughing at me?”

“I might be.” she nudged his side with her shoulder. “You’re just...cute. That’s all.”

She could see him raise an eyebrow. “Cute?”

“Mhm. You know, this is the first time I’ve seen you outside of a rut.” she leaned against him, looking up with big doe eyes. “I like it.”

His chest puffed up a little as he looked down at her. “You do?”

“Of course.”

“Good,” his throat rumbled with a low purr. “I have to take you back now.”

She deflated with a sigh. “Already?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Not safe out here.”

“There’s nothing out here scarier than you, Alpha.”

His purr grew louder, a little more smug. “You’re right. But I have orders.”

“Can we stay for just another minute?” she pleaded. “Then you can drag me back.”

The soldier considered her offer. He really did enjoy watching her gaze up at the stars, and he had no idea when he would get this chance again. “...Fine.”

Amoretta smiled. “Thank you, Alpha.”

His arm found its way around her waist, pulling her up against him. “You like stars, omega?”

“I used to sit outside and look at them every night back home,” she said. “Well, when it was clear.”

“Back home?”

She nodded. “I grew up in this quaint little village, tucked away in the mountains...at the foot of the alps.”

He cocked his head. Something about the alps...it felt like there was a memory nudging at the back of his mind, but he didn’t know why. Maybe he had gone there on a mission? HYDRA was good at always wiping his memory between outings. It was hard to tell where he had been. 

“Let’s go.” he said, suddenly uncomfortable. 

Amoretta didn’t resist as he scooped her up, instead resting her cheek against his chest and trying to surround herself with his scent while he walked. She could tell that something was bothering him, but with no idea what, and with him nearing the HYDRA base, there was little she could do to try and pry it out of him. 

She would just have to wait and try again during his next rut.

[bad-boy-halo-simp]

soft sex with dream (female reader|she/they pronouns too please:) just lots of praising and fluff you can ignore this but I'm just craving some love🤧

Yes yes yes absolutely❣️ :D

Anything for you @egirlmelody my beloved❣️

I was halfway asleep while writing this so I’m sorry if it’s not great😅

Dream x afab!reader

18+

Warnings: smut, vaginal penetration, smut

It was about 6 o’clock in the evening and you hadn’t seen your boyfriend very much since you two had woken up. Just the occasional bathroom break and the couple of times you checked on him throughout the day to see if he needed anything to eat or drink but other than that you really didn’t want to bother him in case he was filming or editing. At one point you had enough, getting desperate to feel Dream’s arms tight around you, so you decided to order a pizza for dinner because you knew it was his favorite before tiptoeing up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

Pressing your ear to the door, you heard a long sigh and a pop of some kind before knocking ever so softly, just loud enough to get his attention. “You can come in,” Dream said while mid-yawn. The door creaked on its hinges as you pushed it open just enough to peek in and see him stretching. “Hey, how are you feeling?” You asked as you approached your lover from behind before draping your arms over his shoulders. “I’ve missed you,” you pouted while giving him a quick squeeze.

“Oh, ha- I’m sorry about that. I guess I sorta lost track of time, ya know? I got a lot done today though,” you could hear the pride in his voice from the days accomplishments. Something you had noticed while dating him was how if he started a project he wouldn’t stop it until it was complete even if it wore him down more than it should. You could feel him reach up to touch your arms as he tossed his head back to rest on your shoulder, a long satisfied sigh escaping his lips as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Well, I’m very proud of you. You did great today Dream. I love you,” you whispered, holding your boyfriend securely to your chest. His eyes quickly shot open and he sat straight up before spinning around in his gamer chair to face you. “You mean it?” He asked, his eyes wide and bright with excitement. All it took was a nod and a quiet giggle from you to have him pull you onto his lap by your hips, straddling his waist and facing him.

“How did I get lucky enough to have a woman like you in my life?” He asked as he began to press kissed all over your neck and collarbone as his hands remained steadily on your hips. “I should be asking you the same thing,” your voice came out a bit more shaky and breathy than you meant for it to. His lips felt warm against your skin, something just so loving and comforting about the way he held you. His rough hands began making their way up and down your sides as he continued to attach your neck and jawline with kissed, each one getting sloppier and more intimate as he progressed.

At one point, your foggy mind beginning to clear, you had noticed how he started giving you feint hickeys all over your neck which you didn’t mind in the slightest. “Are you okay with this?” He panted out as his hands stilled while holding the end of your shirt, waiting for your consent before removing it. A quick nod was all it took from you before your shirt was removed from your body and bunched up on the floor in the blink of an eye. You could feel the arousal between your legs growing more intense with every one of his actions.

Unclipping your bra had become an easy task for him considering how many times he had done it in the past, seeing himself a borderline expert on bra removing. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled as he cupped your breasts in his hands, feeling and groping at the jiggly, warm flesh. “Thank you,” your response felt awkward and embarrassing to say out loud but he didn’t mind one bit, offering a sweet smile in return.

You stood up just for a second as you slipped your shorts and panties down your legs and onto the floor near where your shirt and discarded bra were sitting. While you were up and off his lap, Dream was quick with pulling his sweatpants and boxers halfway down his thighs, exposing his erect cock as a bead of pre-cum began to form on the slit of the tip. His hands returned to their place on your hips as you mounted him once again, your cunt aching to be stuffed by him.

He rocked his hips back and forth while smearing the pre-cum all over your opening, lubing you up and preparing you to take him inside. “I’m gonna put it in now. Is that alright?” He asked as his tip caught on your entrance causing him to let out a shaky gasp. “Yes, please yes,” the mild desperation in your voice was quickly picked up by him as he slowly and tentatively pushed the head into you, watching for any reaction from you. After a few seconds of letting you adjust, he began to push deeper inch by inch until you couldn’t take anymore.

“Mmm good girl, taking my dick so well. Fuck, you’re so god damn sexy,” his words echoed in your head as he bit his lip firmly to keep himself from thrusting up into you before you were ready. His arms wrapped around your waist before pulling you into a tight embrace, letting your face bury itself in his neck as he whispered how uh he loved you into your ear.

“You feel so good around me, baby. So tight and warm, shit-,” his words cut off as you felt his hips jerk, testing a small thrust and gauging your reaction to see if you could handle it yet. A gasp escaped your lips, followed directly by a harsh moan as the pleasure from the sudden thrust upwards crashed over you. “I’m gonna start moving now, alright baby?”

“Mhmm, yes. Fuck me Dream. I need you,” your voice was somewhat muffled into his neck but he understood you just fine. His thrusts started off slowly and much more sensual, thrusting up into your tight wetness at a gentle and steady pace while holding your body close to his own. “You always make me feel so fucking good y/n. Always squeezing my dick so tight in your pretty little cunt. God, you’re so perfect,” the sound of wet skin against itself started off as being barely audible quickly became louder in volume as he bounced you on his cock.

“Good girl angel, such a good girl for me. So beautiful,” his words faded into grunts and breathy moans as his hips sped up their pistoning motions. He didn’t want to admit it but he was already starting to get close to his own climax, but so were you. “I’m- oh god. I’m gonna- getting close,” your voice was wavering and your grasp on him got tighter as the coil in your lower stomach began to tighten at an alarmingly fast pace. “Yeah? Are you gonna c- ahh... cum for me like a good girl?” A nod was all you could manage as your eyes stayed screwed shut. Within a matter of seconds the coil snapped and the rapidly approaching orgasm ripped through your body violently, causing your body to arch and tremble in his tight grasp. A white hot sensation of ecstasy shook you to your core without you being able to prepare yourself. “Oh fuck baby, can- shit. Can I cum inside?” His hips didn’t stop thrusting upwards even for a second as he awaited your response. Tears had formed in your eyes and you felt dizzy as you came back down from your high.

“Please yes!! Cum inside me, baby!! I want to feel it inside!!” You yelled out as the sensations all began to be too much, your body feeling exhausted and completely drained. With a harsh grunt and a few shaky moans your boyfriend had finished inside of you, his cock keeping the hot white liquid plugged inside of you. You felt weak as you caressed his cheek and looked into his eyes, your legs aching like hell but you didn’t want to say anything to ruin the moment.

“Fuck,” he panted. “I love you so fucking much,” he panted as he found a comfortable place for his face to rest between your breasts. The two of you rested in each other’s embrace for about 5 minutes to catch your breath. “I know right now isn’t the best time but there’s pizza downstairs,” you mumbled as he held you close. A husky chuckle escaped his lips as he looked up at you. “You keep proving my point about how perfect you are.”

[swanimagines]

Hi, it's me again! If it's ok, can I ask for D11 + Pin for the Freddy Carter event, please? And if you don't mind, can it be platonic, please? I always have a soft spot for platonic fics (I think you noticed this by now...) and I love how you write those!

FREDDY EVENT, send in requests for any of Freddy Carter's characters (NOT the man himself (= no Freddy Carter (the real person) x readers), only his characters)!! The event will be on for an indefinite time, if you're unsure, see if the event post is pinned. If it is, then it's still on. (Other requests are open too, but they go to my normal to-do list which I'm not able to start doing til March at earliest)

I bought 16 books at the start of the year so it's a relevant topic XD My head pounded as empty though when I tried to start this so this might feel a bit random, but I hope you like it anyway! It wasn't all about books in the end anyway, my first idea was them being in a bookshop together and Y/N buying a big pile of books but it didn't carry.

Prompt: D11. Books

Word count: 818

Your favorite way to past time, beside horses, had always been reading. You'd found a book in the library you had been drooling for months, but it had been sold out everywhere, and now you were quick into devouring it. You snuggled up at the hay shelter with a blanket as you read a few chapters more. At least you meant for it to be just a few chapters, but you suddenly snapped into reality when you realized that sun had already almost set and that you should have probably headed back to Pin's house hours ago. You hoped that his father wouldn't be mad at you, after all, he had kindly took you in when you came to visit the island from the mainland, despite not seeing you since you were no taller than a fire extinguisher. You and Pin had been best friends until you had to move to the mainland, but you had come back to visit once you saw the picture of the new Duke of the island and recognized the name.

Your stomach let out a loud growl in protest of not eating anything since lunch, and you groaned, climbing down from the hay pile.

"Y/N? What are you doing here this late? We thought you went home, almost everyone else did too," you heard a voice say from the left and you turned to see Pin. You smiled sheepishly.

"Got lost into a book again..." you replied, waving the said book in front of him. "I just get so invested in them, I didn't look at the time, and now I'm hungry. I know missed dinner, sorry."

He chuckled. "Don't worry about it, we all know how it is. I think there's some snacks in the fridge in the tack room, you'll manage with them until the morning. Come on."

You followed him to the tack room, and soon you had a sandwich in your hand and a bottle of fresh juice in the other, gratefully munching away and sipping the cold drink. Pin waited around until you had finished eating, making notes of all the work the team had done that day and after that, you mounted your horses and began riding towards Pin's castle.

"So... any exciting stuff in your book?" Pin asked after riding for a while and you snorted.

"If you keep asking for spoilers, you have soon read the book without reading it. You have to read the book, I refuse from giving away any more."

"Fair enough then," he chuckled.

The sun was setting by the time you reached the castle and you dismounted your horse and led her to the stable, taking off her equipment and giving her some hay and fresh water, before you kissed her goodnight. Pin waited you outside the stall, already having done it with Elvis. You yawned and stretched, trying to find the energy to go upstairs, change into your pajamas and brush your teeth. The thought of that all felt very unpleasant while being so tired. At this point, you weren't so sure anymore if you had been the hero in the story instead of the protagonist, at least she had done a lot during those chapters you had read.

Pin looked amused when he saw how tired you were. "Do you need me to carry you?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Oh stop it, I'm perfectly capable of going upstairs by myself."

He grinned and nodded towards the front door, where Arthur was already waiting for you. He gave you a friendly smile as you passed him, and you went straight to your room, brushing your teeth and changing into your nightwear. You went to bed and closed your eyes - but suddenly you weren't sleepy anymore. Your eyes automatically drifted to the book peeking out from your bag, and you sighed.

No. You're sleeping. You are not picking up the book, you'll read the whole night again. You nodded at yourself determinedly, pursing your lips and rolled over to forget about the book.

But like many mornings before, when Arthur came to wake you up for breakfast, he found you with your book lying beside your pillow, you having fallen to sleep while reading your book. So he closed the door, deciding to let you sleep for a while longer, already knowing that Pin would agree on that too. They all knew about your severe case of bookwormness, but it wasn't a bad thing. Pin liked hearing you rambling about your favorite characters, and everyone else at the stables had so gotten used to you sitting somewhere quiet with your book that it would feel weird not seeing you like that for longer than a week.

You just were part of their days, even when you hadn't been on the island for a long time now, but you had quickly grown to be one of them.

Pin taglist for Freddy event: @scandalous-chaos @brekkers-desigirl @mentallynotstableghost // send in an ask to be added, and specify which of Freddy's characters do you want to be tagged on! (This taglist is for Freddy event only, I won't take character taglists for anyone else than Freddy's characters)

[i-became-the-lady-of-the-blog]

Here is an idea for yandere Dire Crowley, as expected from thot blog, it has sex in it. Read more is added because the length. No beta

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MC had been asking the same questions over and over again, when she can go back to home, what’s his progress in finding a way to home, ya da ya da ya da

Dire had it enough. But that’s not all. He had MC, gave her clothes and a place to sleep. Instead of worshipping the he walked in, she wanted to leave! How ungrateful she was!!! On top of that, she was wasting the things he gave to her on her friends

This had to end...

Dire cooked up a plan and was sure it would work

Dire said “I have found a way for you to return home but there is an issue with one of the ingredients.”

MC was elated to hear she could go back home “What’s the ingredient? I’d climb Mount Everest to get it!”

He didn’t understand what she meant but she walked in his trap “One of the ingredients is the mixture of body fluids of spell caster and the user”

MC was embarrassed to hear but also so desperate to return home “I can bring some next morning”

“It cannot be mixed outside the bodies. If you do it, the spell won’t work and it has to be done by fortnight. And we need to gather as much as we can for spell to work” The magic was crazy for her and it didn’t have to make sense as he made her rush to the decision

MC was reluctant at first but she had no other choice. Dire was not going to ravish her in the dorm where ghosts would know what they do. He teleported them to his room.

He took off his gloves, hat and jacket leaving them on his dresser. He turned to see how nervous MC was which excited him even more. He grabbed a bottle from his drawer and handed it to MC, telling her it was just contraceptive potion. After drinking the potion, she told him she is ready.

He could have taken out all of their clothes with magic but he wanted to savour the moment. He slowly took off her clothes, his hands grazing her skin as the article of clothing fell to the ground one by one, leaving her in her underwear. Then it was his turn.

“If you please help” She nodded, her hands found their way to his vest and stated to unbutton him, followed by his shirt. Another time she might have enjoyed the appearance of his toned body but as of now it was nerve wrecking and it was about to become worse since she had to remove his pants too.

Dire already took off his shoes, was waiting for her to unbuckle his belt and take off his pants. He felt himself harden when her hands unzipped his pants and she knelt on her knees to remove the rest of it. When it was done, he saw her face his clothed cock, seemed surprised to see the bulge. He barely held himself from thrusting forward. She got up and reached to his mask, was stopped by his hand. “Later” he said before reaching towards her bra “We need to normalize seeing each other’s naked body or this week won’t pass” She nodded, letting him do as he pleased.

He unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts. He let her bra fall to the ground as he admired her chest, how good they would feel if he were message them and lick her nipples. It would be real in a few minutes. He then took off her knickers and told her to remove his. They had plenty of time to admire those parts later.

He removed the duvets with magic. “This might hurt but as kind person, I’ll be as gentle as possible.” Dire said, pushing her down on his bed.

“I had sex before. Yet, we still need to have foreplay so I won’t be harmed” Well that was bummer but her past doesn’t matter.

He dimmed the lights with his magic before he took off his mask and threw somewhere in the room. He didn’t want MC to see his face yet while thanks to his nature he would see all of her reactions. She would feel his face soon either way.

“Call me Dire when we are alone, MC” He said wanted her to sing his name as he brought pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. He pressed her to the bed, giving her a deep kiss and leaving her surprised. His lips move from hers to her jaw, her neck then her chest. Taking one nipple to his mouth, his hand moves to message the other one. Her breathing hitched, unintentionally pushing her chest forward Dire, letting out a soft moan. His ear picked it up as a smirk formed on his face. His stimulation was working and her moan just encouraged him further. He suckled her nipple more until moving on to the next one, giving the same attention to it.

He could smell her arousal but he was not done yet. MC asked for foreplay then Dire shall deliver it. When he deemed it was enough nipple play, he kissed his way down to her crotch. Spreading her legs further for better access, he took a good look at her cunt. What a pretty little thing, he thought. He started to kiss from his inner thighs to the main dish. He sucked her thigh, leaving hickeys that no one but them would see, he graze his fangs along her skin, he felt her tense whilst thrusting her hips. He continued to give attention to her thighs all while looking at MC’s face. She was covering her mouth with her hand, suppressing her moans. That was not going to do so he pulled her hand away “There is no shame here. Let your body sing” She nodded, letting out loud moan when he continued to kissing her thighs, moving towards her vagina.

When he reached her slit, he slid his nose like credit card before his tongue playing with her clit. He moved down to her vagina and without wasting any time he slammed his mouth on her vagina, his tongue exploring it while his nose brushed her clit. With one hand he was gripping her leg, moving it for better angle while with the other one he was messaging her breast. Soon she tried to clamp her legs together, squeezing Dire in between but that didn’t stop him. His tongues dwelled as much as it could, touching as many places it could. His fangs was brushing against her pussy time to time but it was just making her more excited. Her hand dangled in his hair, pressing her further while her hips her thrusting against him. It was euphoric and soon she felt her orgasm coming, her toes clenched as her back arched.

Dire did t want to waste time by waiting for her to come down from her high. Normally, he would expect oral in return but right now, he just wanted to cum inside her. He crawled over MC, positioning her legs for deeper penetration, her legs clasped around his chest. He looked at her face, how needy she looked, he was such a kind person to fulfill her needs. Without further ado, his cock penetrated her vagina. A deep moan left his lips as he felt her vaginal walls around his cock before he could stop himself. He just wished he could have felt this divine feeling before.

Dire was not alone in the pleasurable feeling as MC moaned as well. He brushed her hair out of her face before kissing her as he started to thrust forward. He didn’t stop thrusting his hips and soon he and MC were in synch. He was kissing her neck and jaw then mouth when she let another moan out which was silenced by his mouth.

Dire felt MC arching her back as her walls started to tense, understanding that she is close to her release, he sped up. Her walls clenched around his cock as she cummed, making him release too. Both were panting, trying to catch their breaths but Dire recovered faster.

“Sh-should we gather our cums now?” She asked.

“It’s better to gather when there is more. I am not taking my cock out so our cums won’t leak out” He reasoned with her and she nodded in agreement. When Dire recovered enough for second round, he started to move again. It had been so long since he had had sex. He is unsure if he had ever felt this way before. It had to be MC’s doing and he was glad for every moment of it.

The next two weeks went the same way. The only difference was MC was less embarrassed to be naked in front of Dire. When it was the day to cast the spell, Dire convinced her to have more sex as to get more cum mixture for the spell.

MC was so tired after so many rounds that she just closed her eyes for 5 seconds.

—

She opened her eyes, it was dawn, the sunrise was lightening the room. Where she was didn’t register with her at first. After blinking a few times, she realized she was still in Dire’s bed. She turned to her side and saw him facing the other way while his hand was thrown over her. Did he forget that he was suppose to cast the magic at dawn?

MC shook Dire awake, he was being mumbling under his breath, telling to let him sleep. There was no time to waste so she shook him more harshly.

Dire turned to face her, he was not wearing mask nor the dark was covering his face. His eyes stood out as a confirmation of his fae genealogy. She didn’t expect him to look this good but she couldn’t focus on that now. “What is it, my dear?” She was baffled to be called my dear but there was no time now.

She changed to sitting position, readying to leave the bed “You have to cast the magic before sun rises completely!” She tried to get up from bed but his arm over her didn’t budge. “Dire! Hurry!”

Dire chuckled, standing on his elbow. “Oh my dearest,” he took the hair in front of her face and tucked behind her ear with his hand that was over her. “Did you really think there was a spell such that?” He smirked as he brushed her cheek.

“B-but”

“You brat are not going anywhere. Now go back to sleep.” He swung his arms over her, pushing her back to the bed. She tried to remove his arm and get away but it was no use. “Besides why would I let the mother of my child get away?”

That shocked MC. “WHAT?! You gave me contraceptives!”

Dire laughed cruelly. “That was to increase fertility and stamina.” He lifted himself up lightly, moving the sheet and getting closer to her belly. “Maybe you are already pregnant from our first night together. It takes 2 weeks for impregnation of your kind.” Kissing her belly, “Hey little one!”

Dire straighten himself on the bed and pulling her harshly, he spooned her. “You should rest, my love. This might be the only time you’ll be able to rest.” He kissed her cheek and let his head fall to the pillow.

MC struggled to get away from his grip but it was impossible and was tiresome. Her nails dug into his hands, thinking that pain would cause him to let go but it was impossible.

All MC wanted back was the big house with red door, the lemon tree outside her window...

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Kudos if you understand the last line’s reference.

[topazy]

Silent bloom

Pairings: Bellamy Blake/reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood and vomit

Chapter: 2.04

You sat inside the commander's tent shaking, as you stared at the blood on your hands. Raven’s scream echoes in your ears.

Clarke sat down beside you, "Y/N … I don’t know what to say."

You began to frantically wipe the blood off, rubbing your hands against your trousers until Abby and Kane entered. Abby immediately pulled her daughter in for a hug.

Clarke stepped back from her mom and looked at you sympathetically. "They would have tortured him. You did what you thought was right."

"What did I do?" You sobbed.

Before Clarke had a chance to say anything else, Gustus entered. "The commander will talk now."

"Blood has answered blood." Lexa said, stepping forward. "Some on my side say that's not enough; they want the murderer to suffer as our tradition demands. But they do not know that your suffering will be worse. What you did tonight will haunt you until the end of your days. Still, there will be restitution. The body will be given to Tondc. The murdedered and the murderer will be joined by fire. Only then can we have peace."

Kane shook his head, "No, no, we've done enough. The boy should be buried by his own people-"

"Enough? We were owed the pain of 18 deaths, we were owed the righteous kill my village deserves justice." Indra spat.

Your heart hammered in your chest. You kept thinking of the last real conversation you had with Finn. His voice was so clear inside your mind, he could have been standing beside you.

‘I was scared... when you disappeared. I thought I’d never get the chance to say I’m sorry, and I needed you to know that I love you.’

Why didn’t you see the signs then? He was saying goodbye. Thinking back, you knew Finn must have already made his mind up to hand himself in.

It was all too much for you. You jumped up and ran outside the tent to throw up, ignoring the dirty looks you were getting. Nobody could hate you more than you hated yourself at that moment. Once you had composed yourself, you noticed Raven crying over Finn’s body, and slowly made your way over to her.

"Go away."

"Raven," you sobbed. "I'm sorry."

"I said go away!"

The brunette couldn’t even look at you, and you didn’t blame her. "I’m so sorry. They were going to torture him. I couldn’t let him suffer."

"He loved you! He loved you, and this is how you repaid him!" Raven eventually lifted her head to look at you. "He was the only family I have, and he’s dead because of you."

Hearing the words coming from her mouth made your body physically ache.

Clarke placed her hand on your shoulder as she stood beside you. "The commander had now agreed to help us," she said quietly before facing Raven. "I know how hard this must be for you, but I'm leaving with the Grounders and I need you to work on the radio."

The brunette stood up and glared at you. "You agreed to this? Is that why you killed him? For some deal?"

"What? No," you pleaded. "I just … I couldn’t let him suffer."

"We're taking him back to the village where the massacre took place. There's a death ritual." Clarke cleared her throat. "It's the only way to get our people out of Mount Weather."

As the grounders began to move Finn’s body, you jumped back when you saw his eyes open wide. You rubbed at your eyes and then they were closed again. You were going insane.

"Daisy?"

You turned to face Clarke. You knew by the look on her face that whatever she was about to say wasn’t good. But then again, things couldn’t get any worse. "What’s going on?"

"I think you should stay."

"Wait … Have you decided that I'm going to stay here as some kind of punishment?"

The blonde let out a sigh. "No. Look, Daisy, I’d be lying if I said the thought of doing what you did didn’t cross my mind. I understand it, I really do."

"But?"

"I spoke to my mom and she agreed it would be for the best. A lot of the grounders still blame you for what Finn did, and now-"

You finished the sentence for her, "now our own people hate me."

"I can walk you back to camp before I go? I don’t think you should go back alone."

You declined Clarke’s offer. "It’s fine, thanks though."

If anything happened to you, you’d deserve it anyway.

—

"I know why you're hiding."

You glanced up at Murphy as he sat down beside you. You had been hiding out in your room since you thought Finn was sitting across you in the canteen. He was everywhere. Screaming at your dead friend and telling him to leave you alone definitely drew some unwanted attention.

Shrugging, you looked away from him, "I don’t know what you mean."

"When the grounders first took me … no, actually even before that. When I was banished and alone, I used to see her while wandering the forest."

You finally turned to face him. He looked so broken compared to his usual smugness. "Charlotte?"

Murphy nodded.

"I see Finn everywhere I look. A part of me is glad that I’m seeing him; it’s keeping him alive." You stopped talking when you saw the look on Murphy’s face.

After a few moments of silence, you let out a laugh. "Why are you here?"

"Well, the council decided to send a bunch of teenagers to earth-"

You let out a soft laugh. "Don’t be a smartass. I meant in my room, not on earth."

He shrugged. "Like I said, I know how it feels."

You gripped your knees into your chest tighter as you let out a shaky breath. Never in a million years did you think John Murphy would be the only person able to comfort you.

"Why did you come back here? I thought you would have stayed with Finn’s body."

"Clarke and Abby didn’t want me to," Murphy frowned, letting out a scoffing noise. "It would have been more difficult to get the deal to run smoothly with me there, and I think they are right." Raven would have been so consumed by anger towards you that she wouldn’t have been able to focus on the radios. "I just wish I’d gotten to see Octavia before she left."

But not Bellamy. You wouldn’t have been able to look him in the eye.

"You know, I actually wish the mountain men took me instead of the grounders," you sighed. "Finn would be alive, and I wouldn’t have destroyed Raven."

"You're wrong," he replies. "Finn would still have needed to pay the price for what he did. We all do eventually. But one thing would have been different."

"What?" You asked.

"Raven might have traded me. You think you destroyed her? I shot her. I’m the reason she almost died."

"Was it an accident?"

Murphy frowned, "Of course it was."

You let your legs go straight because you're feeling them start to cramp. "You shouldn’t punish yourself for it; what’s done is done."

"You're such a hypocrite!"

"No I’m not!" You yelled back. "You didn’t mean to hurt her, I meant to kill Finn. I meant to kill my best friend." Shaking your head, you stood up. "Thanks for the company, but I need some air."

—

His blood on the ground was still surprisingly fresh looking.

I’m so sorry Finn.

The whole area seemed eerily quiet now that all the grounders had packed up and gone. It was as if nothing happened.

Sighing, you placed your hand against your chest, which now felt bare. You’d lost the daisy necklace that Finn made you years ago, and without it you felt naked.

How would you ever move on from this? You would need to eventually. It would be difficult, but Monty and Jasper still need your help. You would need to push your heartache to one side until your friends were safe.

Hearing a rustling sound, you glanced over your shoulder. Shit. You were stupid to think it was safe to leave camp yourself. Quickly, you started to run towards camp Jaha when a cloud of thick smoke appeared around you. It wasn’t acid fog, it was something else. It was thick, red, and caused you to choke.

—

"Y/N?"

You blinked a few times as your eyes adjusted to the harsh light. You tried to sit up but were unable to. Fuck. White leather straps covering your wrists attach you to a bed. You gave up fighting against the restrictions. You looked to your left and recognized the blonde in the bed next to you.

"Harper?"

Her hazel eyes were now bloodshot red, and her face was puffy from crying so much. "There’s no point fighting, it just makes it worse."

You took in the rest of the room. It looked like a hospital, judging by all the monitors and IV drips. "Mountain men?" Harper nodded. You looked at her worried, "What do they want with us?"

"Our bone marrow."