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[chicago-pd-is-weird]

0_0 >:(

@creativeimagination206

[holylulusworld]

Second Hand (2)

Summary: He only wants you.

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega (fem) Reader

Warnings: mentions of rejection/former abusive relationship, scenting, a/b/o, cuddling & snuggling, hurt & comfort, fluff

Catch up here: Second-Hand

Steve never left you out of sight since that fateful day.

He cradled you in his arms for a few more hours, letting his alpha calm down. He scented you and nuzzled your neck. His teeth nipped at your marred mating gland.

The alpha wanted to mark your neck and call you his omega. But Steve is a gentleman, and old-fashioned alpha wanting to court for you instead of claiming you in a hurry.

Unlike everyone expected, you walked out of the room, unharmed. Steve held your hand and growled at Tony and Bruce. He guided you out of the room, and toward his apartment, where you would spend the rest of the night, cuddling and scenting each other.

Steve made you feel safe and warm. Even more important, you felt content for the first time since your mate broke your bond.

While you slowly got used to having an alpha watching your every move, Steve tried to find a way to show you that there are alphas who treat their omegas with respect.

One night he sneaked into your home to surprise you with flowers and take-out, only to find you curled up in your wardrobe. You were close to your heat and tried to not nest on your bed.

Steve asked you about it, and you broke down in his arms, crying. You told him everything that your mate did to you, from the abandonment for weeks to partying with his friends to leave you alone during your heat for a business trip.

You even admitted that your former mate didn’t like it when you nested on your bed and that he yelled and screamed when you did it either way.

Steve growled low in his throat hearing that your mate hit the wall next to your head when you nested on the bed. You broke down, whimpering and crying.

Since that day, you nested in your wardrobe, or the corner of your small office at your apartment. You didn’t want to anger him even further. It didn’t stop him from breaking the bond. He blamed you for not being the submissive and sweet omega he always wanted.

“You stared at the wall again,” Steve softly said. He stroked your cheek, making you feel warm. “What is on your mind, Y/N?” He sat next to you in silence. Steve knew that his presence always calms you. “If you want to talk about it, I’m here.”

Taking a deep breath, you looked at Steve. You grabbed his hand and held it tenderly.

“Today I was at the grocery store. I wanted to make dinner for us,” you sniffed and dropped your gaze. “He was there. Out of the blue my former—” You bit your tongue and shook your head. “That man stood in front of my shopping cart.”

Steve swallowed thickly. He didn’t say a thing but moved a little closer to offer his warmth.

“He wasn’t alone,” you wiped your eyes before leaning your head against Steve’s shoulder. “All those years he told me that he doesn’t want a baby. Every time I was in heat, he refused to breed me.”

A snarl escaped his lips. Steve doesn’t want to hear that you wanted someone else than him to breed you. “It’s okay, you can tell me everything. I’m here, as always. You’ve been there for me too.”

“His new mate, the woman he left me for, she’s pregnant,” you huffed. “Can you believe that he led me on only to give that woman what I always wanted? A loving mate, and a baby.”

“Hey, come here,” Steve murmured your name. He carefully helped you sit in his lap and wrapped his arms around you. You immediately buried your face in his neck to scent him. “Fate has a funny way to bring people together. You believed he was the one, and I believed Peggy was the one for me. Now we both know better.”

You nodded against him and sniffled.

“You’re my mate now, and you will never be alone again. I want you to nest on our bed, and to feel safe to do whatever you want at our home.”

He held you tightly and whispered your name in your ear. “I was frozen to the spot. All these times I imagined seeing him again, and the speech I held in my mind was just gone. My mind was blank.”

“It’s okay. Sometimes we can’t bring the words we want to say out.”

“I wanted to scream at him, and kick his balls,” you muttered under your breath. “His new mate grinned at me and rubbed her belly. She wanted to say something, and that was when Thor walked in. They blanched when he happily added things to my shopping cart.”

“You went shopping with Thor again?” Steve chuckled. He wasn’t jealous of Thor, knowing you helped Thor adapt to his new life on Earth.

“He was in his armor because he saved a cat from getting run over. They just stared at him, asking if he’s my mate,” you laughed against Steve. “Thor said no, and that he wouldn’t dare touch Captain America’s mate.”

Steve’s chest swelled with pride hearing your former mate got jealous. “I wouldn’t let him touch my mate,” Steve purred against you. “I’m already planning on giving her all the babies she wants.”

He pressed his lips against the mark he left while thinking about visiting your former mate. Steve decided against it, but he later asked Tony to keep tabs on your former mate. Just to be sure he stays away from you…

Tags in reblog.

[chaos0pikachu]

it's funny because back in the day people used to say they couldn't/didn't ship characters of color because they were "boring" or "under developed" compared to gringitos but now that we have a slew of well developed, interesting, and prominent chars of color people just say you can't ship them because of [insert problematic bingo square] and idk man I find all that cardi b that's suspious dot gif

[zipora666]

deepest apologies if this was already answered cuz i kinda just got here but is there a Barnaby in your AU?

OF course! After all everyone is welcomed to the carnival!

Barnaby and the bird he have is a plate billed mountain kind of toucan bird! The name of the bird is pineapple lol (Bc he always try to sneak into howdy store to get those 😂) and yea

a new outfit try I did for @cutepotatook with their WH o’’c ...sunny! Yup! (Sorry I rarely give ya fanarts Bc I do remember I did once and thought it was a bit sucks lol so I got a bit shy to show ya my art but I OVERCOME MY FEARS HAHAHA *cough*) anyway here ya go!

enjoy the caique bird! Such silly birds matching for sunny personality (i still can’t get over that one old drawing you did of her killing poor watermelons in magma- 😂

Yup I did try to do an fire feathers outfit- not the best but enjoy!

And some ask (I lost it) want me to answer if I do doodles of the birds in carnival au on school in my sketchbook and show the others au’s of welcome home so-...here ya go..

I did it today it was fun to do but hard Bc I needed to do by memory (I wish my memory was like that on exams-)

And poor @cloudy-dreams I’m drawing to much for you lately I get u suffering with me lol-

Silly bird-

Yup I love tone new pens I use! So good so many sizes!

[frickingnerd]

A2 & 2B dating a human

pairing: 2B x gn!reader x A2

tags: wholesome fluff, established relationship, physical affection (cuddling), human!reader, spoilerfree

A2 and 2B both are happy to date a human, yet their opinions on humans and androids do differ

A2 views you as more pure, as you aren't an android created to kill and destroy, nor as a machine that fulfills the same functions

meanwhile, 2B sees you as weak and fragile due to being a human, as you only have one life, which needs to be protected!

both women are reserved and rarely show their feelings, yet 2B has an easier time showing a softer side to you

A2's walls are much higher and take a lot longer to slowly tear down, until she'll show her soft side to you

despite how distant A2 and 2B can be, the two of them do long for a meaningful connection and to be near you and able to touch and hold you as often as they can

A2 is like a cat when it comes to physical affection: if she wants it, she'll come to you, but forcing it won't work on her!

she'll quietly come over and not say a single word, as she wraps her arms around you and enjoys your warmth for a few minutes, before disappearing as quickly as she showed up

2B on the other hand will always ask to be held and can cuddle with you for hours, often even falling asleep while doing so (which she believes to be a missfunction of her android body)

neither A2 nor 2B are jealous of each other, as neither of them needs your attention at all times and both do appreciate their alone time as well, while you're with the other one

A2 isn't always around you, as she tends to wander off and do her own thing. yet she always returns to you, no matter where she's at

2B is a bit more clingy, wanting to be near you at all times to protect you and she enjoys being around you more than she does enjoy being alone

[aoitakumi8148]

𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓤𝓹 𝓐𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓷... 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓖𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷...

𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒 ‹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅› 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃? 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 ‹𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃› 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶 ��𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜?

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to eventually be bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are ‹clawing› at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...

The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.

Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of ‹insult-betrayal-contempt›. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is merciless a priori, დ/დ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a 𝓟 son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉... 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊... 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈... 𝒮𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝒮𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈...

While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is ‹cut open› too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brim with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.

I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the ‹strings of abuse/child neglect/lies› are finally cut. Tell me to ‹celebrate›. Tell me that both 𝓟inocchio/I are wrong x naive, ‹fix› me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.

Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.

Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me ‹feed on› the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not to allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been ‹roused› again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The ‹lash› of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃... 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈. 𝐿𝒪𝒫 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟙/𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇.

...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to ‹merge› with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your ‹dehydrated› pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and ‹unmasks› the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. ✒

[drunkbeefstudio]

What's up my handsome British boy😌🫶🏻 I have another idea >:] male y/n or trans masc y/n on the couch and any slasher you'd like 😘🫶🏻

I AM SO SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT MY IMBOX BUT AAAA HERE YA GO

[nerdyspies]

netherelm studios better not expect me to memorize these button inputs like nah im button spaming and going "wow howd i do that"

[f1nalboys]

Hiiiiiii I love ur Randy stuff so like…. What if Randy and reader were trying out role playing their fav horror characters (reader as final girl, Randy as the slasher) but he keeps calling out reader for being ooc, so reader gets annoyed and makes them switch roles. And Randy is like,,,, INTO it 🫣

anon. anon..... u r the love of my life i fear we are to be married in three days time bc omggggggg THIS REQUEST DID SOMETHING TO ME...... thank you. anyways i rlly hope you like this!!!!! i had sm fun writing it hehe >:) and maybe perhaps ill do a part two for this later on but for now hehe

Randy Meeks x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1482

WARNINGS: nsfw, roleplay (killer/victim,) predator/prey dynamics, knife play, degradation, dom!reader, sub!randy, dry humping, premature ejaculation, implication of oral (reader recieving), lot's of 'victim's and 'slut's are said, mention of having a safeword but it's not used, sorta kinda proofread yall know me at this point

“They wouldn’t do that!” Randy’s voice calls out again, back to his usual tone with a hint of annoyance. You pause, grinding your teeth as you turn around. You had just reached the front door of the cabin you and Randy had rented for the weekend for your little roleplay and he had dropped the act in an instant, huffing from behind you. His mask is off and held in his hand at his waist, his eyes narrowed. “You should’ve run up the stairs.”

“Randy, c’mon-”

“I’m serious! Why would you run outside?”

“Because that’s what I’d do if a masked killer was chasing me!” You huff, tugging at the pajamas you were wearing. “Are you sure you even want to do this? You say you want the whole ‘thrill of the chase’ and then keep stopping to tell me I’m fucking it up.” Randy sighs, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in close to him. 

He kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m being a dick, I know.” You hum, agreeing, and he snorts. Taking a deep breath, he pulls back from you and shrugs. “Maybe I’m just not gonna be able to get the vision out of my head… I don’t know, let’s just… stop for the night, okay?”

“No, no, I want to do this with you,” you say, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You stare at him for a moment, your mind searching for a solution, when an idea hits you. Your soft smile turns slightly sinister as you reach down, taking the mask from him and running your finger along the white ghostly face. “I have an idea… if you’re up for it.” You say quietly, looking up at Randy.

He cocks an eyebrow at you, noting your change in demeanor. “Alright… I’m intrigued. Can’t tell if I’m more scared or turned on by your smile… I think it’s sexy how scary and cryptic you’re being.” You snort at his words, rolling your eyes. “So… what’s your idea, baby?”

“Let’s swap places. You’ll be the sexy guy home alone…and I’ll be the killer.” You palm him, the fabric of both his jeans and his costume impeding most of your touch, but you get the desired result; Randy groans under his breath, eyes fluttering closed for the briefest of moments. “That way you can be the perfect victim for me, won’t you baby? Get your adrenaline running… get the chase you’ve always wanted… but you’ll just be the one getting chased.”

You can see the gears turning in his head as he considers it, his eyes flicking upwards towards the ceiling before he shrugs. “Fuck it, why not.” Randy takes a slight step away from you and pulls the costume off of him, bundling it up and passing it off to you. He watches with an eager smile as you pull the robe over your clothes. “Might need this,” he hums, passing you the large hunting knife and the sheath from his belt, and you grin, holding it tightly before you pull the mask onto your face. “You look sexy.”

Grinning, you tilt your head to the side in silence. Randy’s eyes have a flicker of recognition of you taking your role seriously. He gives you a wink. “Right, right. Silent killer, only taunting when they’re ready…” He looks around the dim cabin and shrugs. “Wanna start back up where you and I left off, then?” You answer by slowly pulling the knife from its sheath, the blade bright against the dark background. Randy turns on his heel and runs, bolting up the steps. You follow quickly, hot on his trail. 

Randy puts up a pretty good fight. He’s faster than you and he dives into the character of ‘final boy’ with ease, kicking you off of him when you finally catch up and grab ahold of his shirt. He curses, breaking character to reach over to you and ask if you’re alright. You respond with a slice of the knife, grazing his arm. 

He yelps, stumbling back onto his ass as he clutches his arm, staring at the thin cut across his arm before you jump on top of him, pushing him onto his back and pinning him to the floor. “Get off me!” Randy says, struggling underneath you, but the sight of the blade waving in front of his face causes him to still. You sit back onto his stomach, your legs on either side of him. Carefully and silently, you drag the tip of the knife down his face. 

“Pretty little Randy,” you coo, an edge to your voice he had never heard before. “So desperate to get chased around and fucked, right?” He swallows heavily, flinching away from the knife as you drag it along the side of his face. His lips part, ready to say something, wincing when you dig the knife into his cheek a little harder. “Don’t fucking talk.” You fix the mask on your face, allowing you to see a bit better, before you remove the knife from his face. Scooting backwards, you grind against his clothed cock and laugh cruelly at the bulge you can feel. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”

Randy shakes his head, his cheeks flushing, but he can’t deny the way he lifts his hips to grind against you harder or the small gasp he lets out. “N-No, I’m not,” he says, his voice catching at the end as you grind down against him harder. “Fuck, fuck, o-okay…” Randy swallows hard, closing his eyes. “I kinda am.”

“Isn’t that just pathetic.” You hum, setting a slow pace against him. The movement of your hips was driving him crazy, whimpers spilling from his lips despite his best efforts to hold them back. “Aww, is it feeling good? Your heart’s beating like crazy,” you say as you lay your hand flat against his chest, the knife in your other hand coming to rest against his neck. “I can feel it. You know what else I can feel?” 

“Wh-what?” 

“How much of a slut you are.” You leer, digging the knife into his neck, just enough to scare him. Well, scare a normal person. Instead, Randy’s eyes shut and he lets out a loud groan, his hips sputtering slightly against your still-grinding hips. You grin, tilting your head again. “See? Only a dirty, disgusting, depraved whore would like this. Bet you’re close, too, aren’t you, Randy?”

He shakes his head, gulping, his eyes still squeezed tight. “M’not, fuck, I’m not close.”

“No? So if I stopped, you’d be alright with that, then?” You question, purposely slowing your hips down. Randy whines, shaking his head despite the threat of the blade, and you grin. “See? You want me to keep going so you can cum in your pants with a knife to your neck.” You grind down harder, rolling your hips, biting your tongue to keep from moaning. You had to pretend you weren’t into this just as much as he was. 

Randy's eyes roll into the back of his head as he cums in his jeans, his hips thrusting upwards to gain even more friction against you. “Fuck,” he pants as you finally slow your hips down, still positioned on top of him. He blinks up at you, letting the mask come into focus when he laughs, reaching up and pulling it off of you. “That was fucking amazing. You did way better at being the killer, honestly.” 

You snort, leaning down to kiss him briefly before sitting back up. “You don’t think we’re done, do you?” You ask with a tilt of your head, your smile growing at the confusion on his face. You drag the tip of the knife down his chest gently, wetting your bottom lip with your tongue before slipping the blade under his shirt and slicing. Randy flinches at the sound of the cutting fabric, his heart hammering in his chest.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?” He asks, looking down as he watches you trail the knife over his stomach to his freckled chest. “C-come on, knock it off.”

“You know what to say to get me to stop,” you say harshly, though your eyes are a little softer, searching his fear-filled eyes to see if he needed a break. When he doesn’t respond with the safe word, you grin, standing up. “Stay fucking still,” you grunt, putting the knife inbetween your teeth as you pull your shorts and underwear off, tossing them to the side before settling back down over his lap. “Be a good little victim and do what I want and maybe, just maybe,” you coo as you slide up his body, hiking your costume up over your hips, and it’s clear by the glint in his eye that he understands what you want. “I’ll let you live."

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[holylulusworld]

Rise from the ashes (2) – Out of the woods

Summary: You’re abandoned, but the woods offer more than trees.

Pairing: Alpha(dark king) Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, betrayal, a/b/o, scenting, protective Ari, werewolf au, fluff

A/N: In my story, they live in a strict a/b/o verse. If an omega is rejected, she’ll be banned from the pack and left to die.

Catch up here: Rise from the ashes (1) - Into the woods

Rise from the ashes masterlist

His words still ring in your ears when Ari carefully cuts the ropes binding your wrists open. Ari’s features darken when he tugs the ropes into his pocket.

He cannot risk leaving any trace of you behind. A skilled alpha could easily find you after catching your scent on the ropes.

“How could they do this to me, and the others?” You murmur while he gently rubs the sore skin. “We followed the rules and tried anything to be good omegas.”

“I don’t know,” he replies, concern coloring his features. “For years, they sent an omega into the woods. Every year, at the same time.” Ari runs his hands up and down your arms to warm you up. He curses himself for not bringing his jacket.

“I—” You sniffle, remembering how Alpha Prime betrayed you. “They said something about a forest god. I never heard anything about them before.”

“I assume it has something to do with an old legend. It was said that in the depths of the woods, a forbidden god is fulfilling your darkest desires. I never believed in fairytales, though,” he recalls what he remembers. “If I remember right, there was a catch. You must sacrifice something innocent and pure to fulfill your wishes.”

Ari crouches down. He carefully lifts one of your legs to take your shoe off. You hiss as the blisters only got worse, and your feet are bleeding now.

“It hurts,” you whine. “I shouldn’t have chosen these shoes.” You glance at the pretty but uncomfortable shoes you chose for the ceremony.

Ari helps you sit down to take your other shoe off. “Give me a minute. Stay here, omega. I’ll be right back to help you with your feet.”

You nod and wrap your arms around yourself to protect yourself from the cold. “I’ll be waiting here.” Ari is still a stranger, but somehow you know he doesn’t mean any harm to you.

“Here, take this.” He takes off his shirt. “It’s not much, but my scent will keep the animals and rogues away.”

You lift your arms, allowing Ari to help you put his shirt on. “Thank you,” you murmur. “Not only for the shirt. You’ve saved me.”

“How could I not save my mate?” He laughs before disappearing into the darkness. You hold your breath, trying to follow him with your eyes, but the moon doesn’t provide light any longer.

You gnaw at your lower lip, praying to whoever is listening for the alpha to return. If not, you’d be lost forever in the woods, a feast for the rogues or any animal.

“Hey, you need to calm down,” Ari softly says as he returns. “I’m here. No one is going to hurt you with me by your side.”

The alpha crouches down, his eyes fiery red again, to help him see your feet. He chews something before spitting it into his palm. “Angel, this will burn for a moment, but your feet will heal faster.”

Ari carefully rubs the mixture of his spit, herbs, and grass onto your feet. You whimper when the mixture touches the raw flesh. “I promise it will help with the pain too,” Ari murmurs. He makes quick work, rubbing the mixture into your skin. “All done. You can’t walk anymore.”

“We can’t stay here.” You panic. What if Ari decides to leave you here because you cannot walk? “I need to bring you somewhere safe. I scared the rogues off, but this doesn’t mean that others won’t try to get their pound of flesh.”

You grab your shoes, trying your best to get up. “What are you doing?” Ari is fast to stop you. He brings you into his arms, pressing you close to his warm chest. “I said you cannot walk. I’ll carry you.”

“You can’t carry me around the woods! It’s pitch black and monsters are lurking in the dark,” you sniffle. “You’ll be an easy target.”

He laughs, deep and rich. “Trust me,” he snarls, eyes dropping to your chest. “The only monster within these woods is me. And I’ll always find my way back home in the dark.”

Ari didn’t lie. He ran through the woods for what felt like hours, only stopping to listen to the noises in the woods.

He snarled now and then before running again. You could only press your head against his shoulder and let him carry you around.

“Almost there, angel. Hang on. I know it’s cold, and you must be exhausted,” he murmurs, sniffing at your hair. Ari inhales deeply, purring low in his throat. “I’ll bring you home.

You nod against him, too worn out and tired to speak. Ari starts to run again, but this time he doesn’t stop until you reach a considerable cabin, nestled deep in the woods.

He carries you inside, immediately placing you on a comfortable couch in front of a fireplace. “I’ll get you food and water, angel. I know you’re tired, but you need to eat and drink something before I clean your feet and bandage them.”

You snuggle into a pillow, sighing as you are about to drift into sleep. “You need to stay awake for now.” Ari softly says. “Here, eat and drink something first. I’ll take care of your feet now.”

Just now, you realize you’re starving. Your stomach growls loudly when you look at the sandwich Ari made for you. Without thinking twice, you grab the sandwich and dig in. Whatever happens after is out of your control.

While you eat, Ari gently cleans your feet and bandages them. “I know you’d love to take a bath after running through the woods, but you need a rest now. I’ll help you bathe tomorrow, promised.”

“Where are we?” You finally dare to ask.

“My home,” he replies. “I won’t hurt you.” Ari cups your face with one big hand. “I promise to answer all of your questions tomorrow, too. For now, you need to sleep.”

“Sleep,” you mumble, half-asleep. “I’m so tired.” He hums and picks you up again to carry you upstairs.

“You can rest now. I’ll make sure they don’t follow us.” His eyes flash red for a moment, and you sigh again. Content for the first time since you left your pack…

[deus-ex-mona]

gee chizuutan who let you have 2 love interests when you’re delusionally obsessed with yujiro’s bf

[frickingnerd]

love triangle with 2B & A2

pairing: 2B x gn!reader x A2

tags: friends to enemies to lovers (A2 & reader), co-workers/friends to lovers (2B & reader), rivalry (2B & A2)

2B and A2 are already enemies, due to A2 deserting from yorha, but when the two androids notice that they're both in love with you, things become even more complicated!

A2 had once started out as your co-worker, before deserting. you're one of the few who still remembers how things used to be when you and her were partners, wanting to save the world together!

but when A2 deserted, you got a new partner; 2B. and while you were reluctant to replace A2, you eventually formed a real connection with 2B

A2 already disliked all yorha units, excluding you, but when she saw you with your new partner for the first time, her loathing turned even stronger!

meanwhile, 2B knew all about your history with A2. she was tasked to keep you away from her while you were on earth, but as time passed, that desire became more personal, as she fell in love with you and wanted to keep you away from her biggest rival!

under different circumstances, A2 and 2B maybe could've been friends or find a mutual understanding. but their love for you was what drove a wrench between them and both of them knew this could only end one way; you'd have to choose one of them and abandone the other!

while A2 was the one you missed the most, it was hard to see her. even if you could've had the chance, 2B was always around you, so you couldn't just sneak off and look for A2

the few times you actually got to reunite with your old partner were when she found a moment to steal you away from 2B, during turbulent times. while 2B was busy with the mission, having to take on your work as well, you managed to find a few minutes or hours with A2

A2 makes it very clear how she feels about 2B! she doesn't like her and she tells you to be careful around her. afterall, you don't even know the true nature of 2B…

but 2B often tries to sway you to her side with the same arguments! you might've known A2, but she's a deserter now. can you really claim she's the same girl who was your partner and who you loved? or is that person gone forever…?

[franceanon]

Audio-grabbed + Cap'd by Me.

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[aggressionbread]

finally going to pursue my dream of making custom gamecube controller buttons!

[warncdandwiles]

// tag dump!