#Omega thanks you for your generosity

[kathaynesart]

Poptart: "So... no candy?" Omega: "Not unless you want a dead rat for a snack." Poptart: "Hard pass."

Happy Halloween everyone! (and thank you for the cute house call @elliwoods)

To anyone else who might come a knockin' expect to also be handed an orphan child from the apocalypse to take with you. We don't have any candy here.

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE (boarding school au!) ☆ part. 1

୨୧ yandere! alpha! tokyorev x omega! f! reader (harem : mikey, draken, mitsuya, chifuyu, kazutora, baji, ran, rin, izana, kakucho, kokonoi, inupi, sanzu, kisaki, hanma)

— you're joining an elite all-boy (and alpha) boarding school and they all turn out to have a very dark affection for you.

cw : reverse harem, yandere themes, harassment, bullying, blackmailing, stalking, possessive and controlling behaviour etc.

a/n : I had the idea thanks to this post and from the kdrama hierarchy I just finished watching + I hope it's not messy + they'll be multiple parts to it I think...

MY MASTERLIST : ☆

having a girl attend an all-boy school is unusual, but an omega enrolling in a place filled with alphas is almost unheard of.

let's simply say that your father was suddenly transferred to another school, forcing the both of you to move in tokyo in the course of a week only. your dad is offered a room directly inside the building with other of his colleagues and for convenience, his only daughter was allowed to reside here as well.

the school is pretty far away from the rest of the city too, and with all the wealth this school has accumulated, they find the generosity in themselves to let you attend classes with the others in exchange for your father's appreciated hard work.

there aren't a lot of students you point out, but they seem to all stand out in their own way. your class is composed of the elite, boys all born with a golden spoon, privileged lifestyles and a brilliant future.

you're intimidated at first, scared even, not used to being surrounded by so many alphas at once. you feel like a prey once you enter the classroom for the first time, the news has passed around quickly and the students grew very curious of the sweet faced omega who was going to join them soon.

you quickly got to learn the name of the rep, who has been nothing but welcoming to you and made your arrival as pleasing as possible. mitsuya made sure to show you around, he was kind and reliable, giving you his number almost immediately after your first encounter.

you had spent the day glued to his side, shyly smiling to his friends and listening attentively to the advices he gave you. the next morning, you came a bit sooner, rushing over to the empty seat he had kept for you right in front of him, happily thanking him for his kindness.

mitsuya is quick to present you his closest friend draken, a big and strong alpha who's just that tall you can't help but notice him. despite his menacing appearance, draken is calm and collected and keeps his pheromones in check. you even notice how pleasantly odourless the whole classroom has been since your arrival. you had expected to feel your nose burn from the intense pheromones and testosterone alphas usually emitted, but you had to admit they were rather well behaved and you mentally thanked them for their thoughtfulness.

draken helps you out during sport lessons, shows you how to score when playing basketball, catches the ball for you before gently handing it to you and makes sure the others are being careful around you.

mikey's the one who offers you his sweater once it gets cold during the late night classes or when it gets dark outside and going back to your rooms through the immense garden is a bit of a challenge. he doesn't really let you argue and throws it over your shoulders, he doesn't give room for discussion and you're too cooperative to refuse anyway. you notice that the others instinctively act a little less clingy when he's interacting with you, you find their group dynamic quite interesting and you like how comfortable they make you feel.

his scent often lingers on you for hours afterwards, even going the next day with a tiny patch of mikey's distinctive aroma on your shoulder. you sometimes see him eyeing that exact spot with a lot of intensity that if often destabilises you. when you look up at him with a puzzled look, he simply gives you a kind smile, hiding behind it how possessive you make him.

you later meet kazutora, who doesn't waste time introducing himself to you. you notice that he's pretty popular, always in the middle of all conversations, laughing loudly with the other boys and receiving every invitations to every parties. he always tries to get your attention one way or another, bragging about his good grades, casually flirting with you before someone else reprimands him for that. you should come and see one of his game soon ! he's in the basketball team with draken and the both of them would love to see you cheer on them in the bleachers.

chifuyu's room's right next to yours. when mitsuya first showed you your room, he had called him to help you unpack and settle here comfortably. chifuyu's awkward but he's got the spirit, almost choking on his own saliva once he catches a sniff of your sweet scent for the first time. were all omegas supposed to smell this good or are you just the exception ?

then there's kisaki, who visits you quite often, pretending that he likes it better to be in your room after classes only because it's easier to talk without the hubbub of other students. you notice how sweaty his palms are, nervous gaze desperately trying to find something to look at if not your chest, and hands fixing his glasses every minute or so. he helps you out with your homework, of course your level is nowhere near theirs. they're the elite, born and raised in the best conditions possible to rise and become part of the top of society. he's sighing a lot, slightly mocking how hard you find your homework even though all of them are able to finish them with ease. he explains it all, shaking his head at how cutely dumb this pretty omega is and how helpless she'll be once thrown into the big wide world. will you be able to survive on your own ? kisaki is skeptical...

by hanging out often with kisaki, you're naturally bound to meet his best friend, hanma. he's exactly what you would think of when imagining a "privileged delinquent". he smokes behind the building, skips classes but still manages to score high and doesn't take shit from anyone. you would find funny how easy life is for them if the power they hold over the teachers and their school headmaster wasn't pretty horrifying. the hierarchy clearly wasn't anything close to normal, as every family of those students were very influential, a tantrum from one them is all it would take to have a teacher fired on the spot. you quickly learned that when a new professor tried to teach hanma some manners and reprimand him for carrying cigarettes with him. the poor man didn't get the justice he should have had and instead was gone the next day.

but no matter he says, hanma is actually pretty thoughtful. he always tells you to stay away from those toxic garbage and that only he is allowed to do that. he makes sure to never smoke near you and sprays perfume before coming over to you. you can scold him all you want as well, he likes to hear you nagging him. but that's just you, nobody else.

anyways, hanma warned you that if one of those assholes (students and teachers alike) were to bother you, you should simply talk to him about it. he seemed very adamant about making your year here very pleasant and you thank him for that, even if you don't necessarily approuve of his methods.

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lately you've been feeling like somebody's following you... but you simply shrug it off as baji is always with you. he's confident and assertive, you don't feel nervous around him. he's part of the swimming club and invites you over during his competitions. he drags you to one of the privatised pool under his name at your school and helps you out in the water, enjoying more than he should how you cling to him whenever you get too tired and he won't let you go back to edge. he feels your soft boobs pressing against his firm skin and sees the sweet panic in your eyes and his instincts jump out immediately.

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saint valentine's near and you can practically hear them all whine with impatience. of course their adorable omega was going to bake something, isn't she the best ? tight apron tied around your perfect waist, you're trying hard to make as many chocolate as possible, putting them in small boxes and decorating them with a pink ribbon.

you're glad they let you use their own kitchen, the one you and your father had along with his colleagues was nothing sort of dreamy, used and damaged. theirs was huge, clean and filled to the brim with the latest and most sophisticated tools you could only dream of. they told you to use it whenever you had something you wanted to bake instead of that poor excuse of a kitchen, living inside that garbage was a crime they thought, they couldn't let their precious omega walk around in such filth...

sanzu almost begged you to bake some chocolate for him, you even thought he was gonna end up on his knees from how hard he was pleading... you laughed a bit at his antics and gave him his holy grail with your usual smile that never fails to make him want to bite your cute cheeks. mikey's eagerly waiting for his own share of chocolate and you promptly give them all theirs without forgetting to thank them for how kind they all were since the beginning of the year.

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that's... weird. you never thought you would've felt unsafe inside the buildings of this school with how protective they all were. but again, you should have expected that from at least one of them, you're in an all-alpha school after all...

but now you're all alone, the late night snack you left your room for tightly held in your fist and frantic eyes searching around you for anyone awake at this hour too. you didn't think someone would actually assault you in such a place, but here you were...

the corridor is empty, dim lights don't help your vision at all and the foul scent of an alpha is invading your nose.

the boy starts to dig his nose inside the crook of your neck and you physically recoil at the intrusive action, shaking at how forcibly submissive it makes you.

lucky for you, the lights turn on and a familiar small group of alphas arrive after a minute only. mikey's the one to give the first blow before leaving the rest to baji and sanzu. kakucho is as kind as ever, the most reassuring person you could wish for and softly makes sure you're alright after the small scolding of mitsuya. of course you should've called one of them if you were hungry ! only a helpless omega like you would have done that, so vulnerable and in need of a saviour... how did you even survive on your own before meeting them ?

you honestly can't answer nor think straight anymore next to the pleading of the beaten up boy, the two angry alphas spreading pheromones you wish you didn't smell because of how strong they are...

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— second part coming soon...

[andypantsx3]

andie's wips for gaza — ˖˚˳⊹

hi all! i'm not sure if this is something anyone would be interested in but i'm giving it a shot. i have a little capacity to contribute to fics for gaza's option to sponsor a wip. below are a couple of my wips i think i can realistically deliver all or most of before end of year, divided into current wips + a few smutty one shots i hope you might be interested in. if any more of my time clears up i can add more & let y'all know!!

i'm setting the threshold at the standard rate of $1 donation per 100 words, any extra would be sooo incredibly appreciated but obviously not at all required! notes on how this will all work below my wips.

update 5/29 — ˖˚˳⊹

All of my WIPs have been fully funded! I am so deeply grateful to everyone who donated and/or helped spread the word. I promise to work hard and write fics that live up to just how much this means to me. If you still have capacity to donate, I encourage you to check out the other authors participating and help fund their WIPs too. Thank you so much; your generosity means the entire world to me.

current wips — ˖˚˳⊹

something in the water : todoroki shouto x reader

As a future marine biologist, you’ve scored big on your final internship: a summer in the tropics, researching the waters off the coast of a lush, sunny island. But what you thought would be all beach days and piña coladas turns out to be the revelation of a lifetime when you haul in a handsome merprince, and discover not everything in these waters is quite as it seems. — estimated remaining wc: 3 chapters @ 3k each (9,000 total words) — donated wc: 9,000/9,000 words fully sponsored! — progress tracker: 3,800/9,000 words

ready or knot : todoroki shouto x reader

Todoroki Shouto is so unsettlingly beautiful, you’re certain he has to be an omega. That is, until a chance encounter with a pushy alpha reveals you were incredibly mistaken—and the surprises don’t stop there. Shouto's suddenly mystifying behavior adds another layer of complexity to an already confusing inter-agency investigation. It would be so much easier to figure things out—and suppress your growing feelings—if only Shouto would stop being so strangely attentive to you... — estimated remaining wc: 5 chapters @ 2.5k each (12,500 words) — donated wc: 12,600/12,500 words fully sponsored! — progress tracker: 200/12,500 words

new wips (smutty one shots) — ˖˚˳⊹

title tbd : midoriya izuku x reader

When your pro hero boyfriend comes home to find you studying, he suddenly takes a great interest in helping out. You find his methods... questionable. contents: nsft, hysterical literature (reading out loud while sexually stimulated), pro hero deku, slight intelligence kink, gn + afab reader, cunnilingus, established relationship, fluff — estimated wc: 2,500 words — donated wc: 2,500/2,500 words fully sponsored! — progress tracker: 300/2,500 words

loads of fun : todoroki shouto x reader

After moving into your first apartment together, Shouto seems more amorous than ever. You're not sure why—but when he catches you doing a load of laundry, more than your clothes are about to get tumbled. contents: nsft, pro hero au, domesticity kink, gn + afab reader established relationship, fluff, emotional sex — estimated wc: 2,500 words — donated wc: 2,500/2,500 words fully sponsored! — progress tracker: 2,800/2,500 words completed!

filling in : bakugou katsuki x reader

A production assistant for an erotic arts studio, you think you've seen every ridiculous plot line under the sun. But not even porn tropes can compare to the absurd reality you find yourself in when the on-screen talent goes missing, and you're asked to fill in opposite the studio's number one star Bakugou Katsuki. contents: thee classic oh-no-the-porn-talent-has-gone-missing-let's-sub-a-rando-in trope, no quirks au, pornstar bakugou, soft dom bakugou, gn + afab reader, unrequited-requited crush — estimated wc: 3,000 words — donated wc: 3,000/3,000 words fully sponsored! — progress tracker: 300/3,000 words

notes — ˖˚˳⊹

rate: $1 (USD) donation per 100 words, any extra would be sooo incredibly appreciated but obviously not at all required!

how it works (you): send me an ask with the wip you're donating towards and a screenshot of your donation to any fund from this list, a charity of your choice (please make sure it's verified), or my preferred one here! please do not send the same screenshot to multiple authors, and please make sure any personal information is scrubbed from your screenshot as i will be supplying @ficsforgaza with the proof of your donation!! i will aim to update the donated wc section of each wip in this post so there's not overlap in what people are donating for.

how it works (me): i will log my progress below each wip (the progress tracker section of each) & will commit to updating that count weekly. i will work in the rough order of donations received, by adding that number of words to each wip. this also means that for $5 i could add 500 words but not publish until the chapter or oneshot is completed, so please be aware of that!! my goal is to at least publish every single word people have donated for by end of year, but obviously things can happen & i will provide updates if anything gets in the way of that!

if you have any further questions please let me know!! i've never done something like this and it's very probable i've left something unclear lol.

lastly i'd like to thank you in advance for helping out if you can, but no worries if not! i also know times are tough and money is tight, and i'd encourage you to check out the other writers on @ficsforgaza's list of participants when published to see if you'd rather spend your money on one of their wips (or their custom requests!) before selecting mine!! the money goes towards a good cause either way.

[skellymom]

hiii can you do a story about after a long mission, Hunter and Fem reader are about to make out but Omega interrupts and just keeps asking about what they were doing

I’ve been dreaming of this thing for a long time

HI! Thanks for the ASK!!!

Sorry this one took awhile. Been working a LOT lately.

But, here it is! Hope you like!!!

(Pinterest pic credit: Maulia)

"LITTLE INTERRUPTIONS"

HUNTER X FEM READER ASK FIC

Background: This is set after Tantiss when the remaining characters settle on Pabu. My headcannon is they take off for missions to help Rex and the Clone Rebellion. Omega stays with Auntie Phee who keeps her busy with treasure hunting and (mostly) out of danger. She gets to still be a child with fun adventures.

Word count: 1K

Warnings: Swearing, mention of male erection, implied inevitable sexual activity

“Movies over. Time for bed, Omega!” Hunter promptly popped up off the sofa, nudging her to get up. 

“Aww...I’m not tired. Can we watch a couple holoshorts? THEN I’ll go to bed.” 

“Nope, off you go.” Finally dislodging her off the edge. “Brush your teeth first.” 

“Jeez...why are you in a hurry???”  

I couldn’t help but giggle at her persistence and sass. Little smarty pants. She suspected something was up. Usually, Hunter would let her linger a bit longer after the show was over. 

Hunter and I have been seeing each other in-between missions. Him with Clone Force 99 and me with my little band of Rebel Cell “Missfits” (an unruly group of women from planets all over the galaxy). Usually, our squads worked separately and had never heard of each other until meeting on a mission planned by Rex. 

He and I hit it off right away. 

From then on, we conveniently kept running into their squad. Even when we didn’t necessarily need help. And at times when we DEFINITELY needed it. They saved our asses on quite a few missions.  

The Missfits never forgot CF99’s generosity. We saved their cute butts too. After all, we support our allies. 

Eventually I just came out and confronted Hunter. And in front of both squads. Sometimes a woman’s gotta put a man in the hot seat to see what he says. 

“Hmm...we meet AGAIN! Are YOU keeping tabs on us?” Stated it loudly while staring him down...giving my devil may care expression. 

Hunter tried to hide his amazement at my bold statement. Keeping a neutral expression. He really did. But I could see the small barely perceptible grin at the corners of his sweet mouth. 

Kriff, I like to watch him lose his composure! Letting go of the control he tries so hard to keep in check... 

Wrecker couldn’t contain himself, slapping his brother’s shoulder HARD. “He’s keeping tabs on YOU! MAHAAA!!!” 

Hunter turned three shades of red while OUR entire squad erupted in wolf whistles and cat calls. The ladies COULDN’T let THAT go without making a big deal out of it. 

Of course, Wrecker’s statement was partially true. It was no secret he, Echo and Crosshair had a thing for the ladies in our squad. 

Then things got sticky with The Empire and we had to lay low for a while. Being seen together in the same place at the same time proved too risky. Our squads parted for quite a few months. We missed our men. They missed their women. 

But I digress. Back to Movie Night... 

Little Miss Omega really had our number. She glanced from Hunter to me.  

Surely, she suspected SOMETHING, just unsure of WHAT. 

“Goodnight kiddo. We’ll plan to do something fun and stay up later another night. With or without your brother.” I reached out with my foot and playfully kicked Hunter’s leg. 

He’s giving me that hungry look he gets when I’m sassy and physical with him... 

Omega smirked “Goodnight Y/N.” 

Then off she went to brush her teefies. 

Hunter settled back on the sofa, slid up close, arm up on the back of the couch around me. He expertly turned off the lamp on the table behind us. Smooth. 

We stared deeply into each other’s eyes in the semidarkness of the holoprojector. 

“Missed you. All I thought about for months.” His smoky voice so low. So deep. So...sexy. 

“Mmm...did ya now...” 

Maker, he’s so beautiful and sweet it makes my heart ache. Gonna tear him up tonight...quietly of course...we don’t want to wake up... 

“OMEGA! Go back to bed.” Hunter, doing his best to NOT sound annoyed. Didn’t even move from his position on the sofa. Still gazing in my eyes. 

The tiny, barely perceptible shadow in the hallway turns and scurries back to bed. 

“Damn Hunter. You’ve got kid radar.” 

“Not the only thing I’ve got.” He sensually runs his hands up my arms, shoulders, neck, caresses the sides of my face... 

...we close the gap between each other. Gently touching noses, foreheads. My arms slide up his stomach, chest...finally gripping his strong shoulders...and just as our lips meet... 

“HOLY KRIFF!” I just ‘bout lept off the sofa!!! 

Omega stood 5 ft in front of us...watching... 

“Hunter...did YOU teach her to be THAT quiet???” 

“What did I TELL YOU?!” He’s trying to be patient. Trying REALLY hard. 

“I’m thirsty...” Her expression is uncertain. She’s a good kid and certainly not trying to be disobedient. 

“You know where the sink is.” He’s the kind of guy who would get the water for her.  

But he CAN’T right now. I can feel his hardness against my thigh. Hunter shoots me an uneasy expression.  

He anticipates she’ll ask to be tucked into bed next...and he CANNOT support that action right now. 

I quietly giggle. 

He slowly shakes his head at me. 

Omega bounces into the kitchen and we can hear the sink running. 

The tap turns off. 

Sounds of a tiny person drinking. 

The rest of the water gets dumped into the sink.  

Clink of the glass being set on the counter. 

She’s quickly back in front of us. 

He inhales with the anticipation of her request. 

I’m watching all of this with bated breath...ready to bust out laughing. It’s NEVER a dull moment in The Batch household. 

“Will you tuck me...?” 

“OMEGA!” She jumps out of her skin. 

Echo emerges from the darkened hallway. A serious expression on his face, and a contrast to the #1 MOM t-shirt he’s wearing with his sweatpants. 

“Leave them alone and come to bed.” His expression softens. NOBODY can stay mad at Omega. 

“But...” She’s stalling. 

“Now, young lady.” Echo raises an eyebrow and holds his hand out to her. 

Omega glances back to Hunter. 

“Go on with Echo. We’ll talk more tomorrow. I know you have questions.” 

She nods and takes Echo’s hand. Before they disappear down the hall, Echo glances over his shoulder and winks at us. 

Hunter and I wait... 

The door to Echo’s room closes. Clearly, he’s running interference for us tonight. Providing privacy. Otherwise, Omega will keep sneaking out. 

Waiting a minute more...Hunter cocks his head like a dog...listening... 

While reaching over and pressing a button on the holo-remote. Slow, sensuous Jizz music starts to play. 

Then that handsome man turns back to me with an intensity in his eyes that makes my whole-body ache.  

“Now...where were we?” 

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

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[charmstwit]

Feels like I'm /really/ testing your generosity at this point but- a drabble of Lionkingstar post sex, Regulus' knot up Sirius and King looking at them like Wow this is divine (or whatever you think his thoughts would be)? Pretty please thank you!! 🥺

Kingsley kicks his shoes off when he walks through the front door. Kreacher takes them and his robes with a Master Kingsley.

“Kreacher, where is Regulus?” Kingsley asks. “Is he already sitting down to dinner?”

“No, sir,” Kreacher says. “Master Sirius arrived about an hour ago, and Master Regulus asked me to hold dinner until he was done. If Master Kingsley would like to eat now, I can prepare a plate?”

“No, thank you, Kreacher,” Kingsley turns toward their playroom where he knows he’ll find the brothers. “I’ll check on them first.”

Kingsley rolls the sleeves on his dress shirt as he walks toward the door. He wonders what he’ll find. What sort of moods are his Little Prince and his omega in tonight? Perhaps they’re on the bed, simply devouring each other. Or, perhaps, Sirius is strapped down to the breeding bench with Regulus filling his arse. Maybe Sirius put Regulus on his knees tonight, filling his mouth until his lips and cheeks are flushed red. Or–

He opens the door before his mind can come up with another scenario, instead taking in the real one in front of him. Regulus is fully dressed, slacks and a dress shirt, though his feet are bare. His shirt hangs open to his naval, his chest and stomach covered with blooming bruises from Sirius’s lips. Sirius, on the other hand, is naked except for the cage around his cock and the ties around his ankles and wrists that hold him to the X-frame. And, of course, except for the tattoos and red welts matching the size of the whip in Regulus’s hand that are decorating his body. They must have been at it for a while given the glaze in Sirius’s eyes and the sweat on Regulus’s brow.

Kingsley walks up to Regulus, who turns to him. “King, my pet showed up for dinner.”

“I see that,” Kingsely says, accepting the kiss Regulus leans up to give him. “It seems that you’ve made a meal of him instead.”

“Quite,” Regulus says. He holds his hand out, offering the whip. “Would you like a turn? He’s great for stress relief.”

“No,” Kingsley says. “Have your fun. I want to watch.” He kisses Regulus again, one hand on his jaw, and feels him smile into it. Instead of retreating to the couch, he approaches Sirius, who has steely grey eyes fixed dozily on him. “Little Omega, you look like you’ve gotten yourself into quite a situation.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Kingsley cups his chin, running the pad of his thumb down his full lower lip until it pulls open and flops back. “May I kiss you.”

“If Maître permits it, yes, sir.”

Kingsley glances back at Regulus, who has his own dazed expression as he watches his two lovers together. “Baby?” Kingsley asks, and Regulus’s attention snaps to him. “May I kiss your omega?”

“Ye–” Regulus coughs, clears his throat. “Yes, you may, King.”

Kingsley turns back to him, claiming Sirius’s mouth in a harsh kiss. He doesn’t fight it, letting Kingsley deepen it, lick into his mouth. Kingsley takes his time exploring before he releases him again. “You taste of Regulus,” Kingsley says.

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Good,” Kingsely says, kissing him softly again.

He retreats then, finding his way to the long leather sofa that sits in front of the X-frame. Kingsley settles into the corner of the sofa, loosening his trousers enough to pull his own cock out.

Kingsley idly strokes himself as he watches Regulus work over his brother. He delivers sharp cracks of the whip to Sirius’s thighs, arse, stomach and arms, letting the bite of the whip sting him, then soothing it with his own hand coated in delicate magic. Sirius cannot take his eyes off of Regulus, such complete and eternal devotion contained in them. Sirius would jump off a cliff if Regulus asked him to right now, not that Regulus would ever ask. He would rather throw himself off than ask Sirius to.

Regulus grips the cage over Sirius’s cock roughly, pulling a whimper from his lips, and Kingsley considers what an unusual pair they are. Utterly besotted with each other, and finally at a place where they can admit their feelings, where they can act upon them. Kingsley knows that he is fortunate to be part of this. He’s not under any mistaken impression of his place here. He is here because they allow him to be. If Regulus were any other alpha, if Sirius were any other omega, they would demand each other’s undivided attention, and he would be, at best, left outside.

“Color, mon chien?”

Sirius inhales a ragged breath. “Green. So, so green.”

“Good.” Regulus flicks his wand, and the bindings on Sirius’s arms and legs release. “Are you prepared to show me how grateful you are?”

“Yes,” Sirius replies.

It earns him a smack on the thigh, and he jumps for it. “Try that again,” Regulus says, his voice deep and dangerous.

“Y-yes, sir!” Sirius replies. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Make it up to me,” Regulus says. “Get on your hands and knees and crawl to King. Kiss his feet and beg his permission to suck his cock. You may only do so once he says okay.”

Sirius sinks to his knees and begins to crawl across the space, his hips swaying slightly, the little minx. Kingsley glances up to see Regulus roll his eyes, fondly exasperated. With a flick of his wand, a buzzing fills the air, and Kingsley realizes the plug he didn’t know was in Sirius’s arse has just started buzzing.

“Keep moving, pet,” Regulus says. “If you want that cage off before I fuck you, you had better make Kingsley come quickly.”

“Y-yes, Maître.” Sirius resumes crawling, this time without the jaunty sway.

Regulus disappears somewhere behind him, but Kingsley watches Sirius as he reaches his feet. He bends low to the ground, knees together and arse pointed up, and kisses the tops of Kingsley’s feet. “Alpha, may I please suck your cock?”

“Mmm,” Kingsley hedges. “I don’t know you don’t seem like you particularly want to.”

“Oh, Alpha, I do,” Sirius says. “I want to suck you off very much. I want to taste your come on my tongue. Please, sir, I want to make you feel good. I can make you feel good with my mouth, yes? May I, please?”

“You’re so pretty when you beg,” Kingsley says. “Alright, go on then. You may have my cock.”

Sirius crosses his hands neatly behind his back, as Regulus has trained him to do, and takes Kingsley’s cock without using his hands. Kingsley groans, sinking into the hot heat of his mouth. Sirius works his way down Kingsley’s cock, swallowing until Kingsley is lodged in his throat.

Regulus sits on the arm of the sofa, leaning against Kingsley’s shoulder. “He looks good on your cock,” Regulus says, and he hands Kingsley a sniffer of merfolk brandy.

“He does,” Kingsley says, taking a sip. “You look better.”

“Obviously,” Regulus says. He grabs Kingsley’s cup and takes a drink. “How was your day?”

“Long. Exhausting,” Kingsley says. He threads his fingers into Sirius’s hair, pushing his head lower on Kingsley’s cock. “Better now.”

“Good, I’m glad we could be of service.” Regulus passes Kingsley the glass, then tilts his face up to kiss him with a finger under his chin. As they kiss Regulus flicks his wand, and the buzzing noise gets louder.

[santoschristos]

Winter Solstice/Yule Blessings!

Yule or Winter Solstice December 22, 2023 It’s the longest night of the Year when the Goddess - the womb of the cosmos - generates light.

The Sun is reborn from this day and, until the Summer Solstice, the light increases. Rejoice for the return of the Light, honor the Great Mother, infinite womb that transforms every potential into being, including dreams.

Name and honor the dream of a new life you discovered in Samhain. Colors: White, Red, Green & Gold or Yellow.

Altar: Dedicate the altar to the Great Mother and the light that returns.

Put a large yellow/gold candle symbol of God, the Sun returning or reborn, inside a bowl, symbol of the Goddess, Mother and Womb of Creation.

Celebration: Write on a candle in the color of your dream/goal your name is your goal. Place it on the altar. Light the yellow candle of the Sun in the bowl of the Goddess, recognizing that you are capable of turning your dreams into reality. Feel the love and generosity of Mother all around you. Feel the light of a new project shining within you.

Sing and dance around the altar holding the candle in hand and charging it with all your good energy. When you feel energies are at its peak light the candle and hold it high, declaring your wishes/dreams/goals for the new year. Place the candle on the altar and let it burn until the end. That yellow/gold candle can be switched off and reused in Imbolic. Rejoice and give thanks when you come full circle.

Canto: "Blessed be the Mother who gives us life, blessed be our lives on Earth, the reborn Sun shines on us, we feel the fire burning inside". extracted from the Essential Book by Phyllis Curott

Happy Yule and Sol Invictus Edited by--Alfa Omega

Crystal Solstice art: Mahaboka

[springdandelixn]

The Yellow Shirt

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42759351

Alpha!Jorah x Omega!Daenerys

Summary: Jorah searches their chambers for his favorite yellow shirt only to find it somewhere unexpected.

Warnings: nothing really. All fluff

As always, your comments and likes are highly appreciated though re-blogging would help my story flourish better. I hope you guys enjoy this little piece! 💛

He cannot find it. 

Jorah has searched almost everywhere in his chambers for his favored shirt, the yellow tunic he’s worn since his time at the red waste which has brought him good fortune since then. 

He’s looked in the chest sitting at the foot of the bed and it surprises him even further that more of his clothes have gone missing. 

He growls low in frustration at the thought of a thief entering his chambers, the chambers he shares with his queen yet it baffles him just the same for he’s not scented anyone in the room, other than him and Daenerys. But a beta could be the culprit and he makes a mental note to consult Grey Worm about adding guards in the castle. 

If a thief truly is among them, and they’ve got plans to hurt his queen, his omega, then he shall have no choice but to bestow upon them a just punishment. 

“Ser Jorah,” Reynald, his squire, calls behind the door and he slips on the shirt he’s slept in that night and opens the wooden barrier to meet the boy. “Our queen requests your presence in the throne room.” He says politely, eyes cast down to the floor. “She’s to entertain the smallfolk's request for an audience.”

“I shall be there soon.” He simply says and closes the door as his squire leaves. 

This shall make do. He says to himself, looking down at his nightshirt and tying the strings closed before putting on his armor and fastening the gold cloak on his shoulders. The dilemma of the unknown thief shall be dealt with later. 

As he picks up Heartsbane and ties it around his hip, his eyes catch sight of a pile at the other side of the bed, pillows and a fur quilt nestled at the corner that his eyes open wide when he sees his clothes strewn on the ground. 

“Seven hells!” He grunts and walks towards the small mound but stops when he’s hit by the scent of Daenerys. He observes the burrow and tries to remember what it could mean when the corners of his mouth lift, his knees bending to a crouch, picking up an article of clothing and pressing it against his nose. 

Could she be nesting? He thinks and the feeling slowly warms his heart at the possibility of it. 

“Seven hells.”

 -

 “A share of our harvest, my queen.” Jorah watches from Daenerys’ side as the elderly man bends his knee at the steps of the throne, laying down a basket of crops and a sack of grain on the pavement. “For your table.”

“Thank you,” Daenerys says with a genuine smile and Jorah nods his head at the servants waiting at the side, the women taking the gifts and stowing them away in the kitchen. 

He listens to what the man is saying, thanking their queen for her guidance and generosity that has made his crops prosperous in the year. How he wanted to give back to the person that has saved the city and he cannot help but smile and be proud of the changes she’s done to the capital.

Another, a woman, with two boys, one a child and the other older, steps forward. They’re of age to present and Jorah’s nose flairs when he senses one of them to be an alpha. The three of them bowed in respect before laying down what looks to be a small chest of children’s toys. 

“My sons have taken a liking to carve, your grace.” The woman speaks. “And they’ve made you these pieces for the future heir of the throne.” Her eyes then land on him, a smile on her lips, and Jorah fights the urge to look at her in shock, choosing to nod instead in acknowledgment. 

“Will you take them closer?” Daenerys asks and by instinct, Jorah steps closer to her, his hand resting on the back of the iron throne as the boys climb the steps.

“Only the younger one.” Jorah intones strongly and the woman nods at his words, pulling back her older son and urging for the younger to bring her their gift. 

He senses Daenerys looking up at him but he keeps his eyes trained on the boy as he lays down the box at her feet. He observes the gifts, his eyes blinking in wonder at the craftsmanship of the wooden toys and a soft smile graces his lips as he recalls his time as a lad, sneaking firewood up his chambers to practice his skills with the knife. 

“They are beautiful.” His queen says and the boy smile when she touches his cheek, seeming affectionate to the child. “Send these immediately to my chambers.” She instructs and the servants appear once more, taking the chest away. 

The audience leaves and she calls for the second set to come forward when Jorah notices Daenerys fiddling with a cloth on her lap, the color striking and familiar to him that he cannot miss it. 

His shirt! The one he’s been looking for since the morning. And realization slowly hits him when he sees her lift the fabric to her cheek, nuzzling against it before setting down at her side yet keeping a grip on it as she greets the row of her subjects that bow at the foot of the throne. 

His speculations could be true but it would be a while til he confirms it as another man stands forward and says praises to his queen, Jorah keeping closing and eyeing the yellow fabric on the seat.

 -

 It’s midday when they finish, Jorah immediately stands by Daenerys’ side when she stands from the throne, her hand caressing her backside possibly from the ache of sitting still for long periods. He rests a hand on the small of her back and pulls her into an embrace when the doors of the throne room close. 

“I shall request more cushions for the throne.” He says and Daenerys releases a small laugh as she rests her cheek against his chest plate. 

“I’m fine, my bear.” She hums. 

“Omega.” He rarely uses this name as it toes the line of her leadership in the kingdom and his authority over her. But he has to know the truth and Daenerys has always been stubborn despite her devotion to him. “I ask that you tell me the truth.” He says softly and smiles when Daenerys nods at his request, his hand reaching up to cup her face, his gloved thumb caressing the apple of her cheek. “I saw my clothes at the side of the bed and they smelled strongly of you.”

He sees her eyes grow wide and he keeps his hold on her cheek, not wanting her to look away when she answers him. 

“Are you nesting, my love?” He asks. “Are you with child?”

Her eyes cast down briefly before she raises them to meet his once more, a tinge of pink scattering at her cheeks as she says, “Samwell confirmed it last night while you were patrolling the castle.” Her eyes grow wide and she pulls her face away only to rest her cheek once more against his chest plate. “I couldn’t sleep. Something felt wrong and I asked Samwell for an elixir to help. But he asked when my blood last came and he examined me.” 

“And?” 

“I’ve been with child for two moons.” He hears her smile and Jorah leans down to wrap his arms around his omega, loving the way Daenerys sighs as she buries her face in the crook of his neck. “I wanted to tell you when you came back but Missandei woke me up and you were asleep.” 

Oh, how elated Jorah feels. A child! He’s to be a father after such a long time. To have a child with the woman he loves, the woman he’s devoted to and he can’t wait to see her grow round and plump, to caress the babe within her womb and protect it, them, from any harm. 

“Are you happy?” Daenerys whispers against his neck and Jorah presses a kiss on the junction between her shoulder and neck, where his mark sits for all to see and witness that she is his is enough of an answer he gives. 

 -

 He watches Daenerys peruse the gifts she’s received for the day, her hands running through fabrics and a dress made by a seamstress in the city that she presses against her frame with a smile. 

He takes off his boots and his armor, sitting them at the table at the side of their chambers and draping his cloak on the chair where he sets down Heartsbane and leaving himself with his nightshirt and breeches. 

As he makes to climb into bed, tired from the activities of the day, his eyes catch wind of Daenerys holding out the fabric from earlier to him and he lets out a hearty chuckle before taking it from her hold and pressing it against his chest. 

The joy on her face is enough to warrant him a wide smile, handing her back the cloth and watching her set it on the nest she’s fixing at the side of her bed. 

“Do you plan on sleeping there tonight, my love?” He asks. 

And Daenerys gives him a knowing look as she settles herself on the ground cushioned by the quilt and one of his pillows. “Do you not plan to sleep here, my bear?” She inquires back. 

Jorah laughs once more, moving the bed aside to give himself room, blowing out the candles in their chambers before joining her in the nest, his arms wrapping around her frame as she covers them in the quilt and nuzzles her face against his chest. 

[omegaversetheory]

Hello! I would like to ask about headcanons of superstitions or cultural practices that aren't neccesarily superstitions but based in folklore or history. Like items worn for protection, that kind of thing. Thank youa

YES yes you may ask for this. Again and again and again.

1. Keep rice in your pocket or close to your heart: people will often have lockets with a single grain of rice in them or have sewn a small pouch (tiny) of rice into their left pocket. This comes from the fear in ancient times that when one would travel, they would run out of food, or that they may meet another hungry voyager. Giving other people food is a big part of their honor culture, it is seen as very honorable and it's rude to not accept food from another. So, rice symbolizes protection, generosity, and virtue. Those who are very traditional may carry a large handful of rice in their pocket at all times.

2. A drop of your mate's slick: This one is for protection while away from your mate, and to keep your bond strong. You will take a drop of your omega's slick and dab it on the back of your neck. Not only will this put their scent on you for others to smell, but it will protect and bond you wherever you go.

3. A bead made from your mother's wedding ring: When the eldest child in the family turns eighteen, the mother will melt down her wedding ring and made small golden beads, one for each of her children. When they come of age they will be given a bead on a small golden chain to wear around their neck as a symbol of heritage, a mother's protection, the unity of a pack and family.

Let me know if you want more! These were fun!

[iam93percentstardust]

Hello. I am very interested with WinterIron. Enemies to Lovers, abo with omega Tony, accidental bonding, mutual pining, a lot and a loooootttttt of kissing and touching (with "I do it because of bond" excuses).

Please feel free to cross anything you feel uncomfortable with.

Hi there! I wasn't able to get everything in there, but hopefully there's enough? I loved this prompt so much, it was a fun verse to write in 💙

CW for omegas having few rights in this verse and for creepy Aldrich Killian

As always, everything I write can also be found on ao3

~

mate bond: [meyt bond] noun

1. A mental and physical connection that ties two people together following a mating bite

2. A pair bond between spouses

~

[An excerpt from The Other Half of My Soul: An Exploration into Unconventional Bonding Methods by Anderson-Lopez et al, 1972]

“While rare, it is important to note the existence of mate bonds in individuals who have not exchanged bites. These instances have notably occurred during times of high stress for one or both individuals, and are sparked by an inciting incident of some kind, usually a traumatic event. While these types of mate bonds, dubbed soulmate bonds by the media, frequently occur between individuals who are highly compatible, it is not necessary. Curiously, however, it does seem necessary that the individuals are scent matched for a soulmate bond, even though compatible second genders are not a requirement.”

~

Bucky maintained that it was an accident.

Tony had been meant for Steve, after all. That was the arrangement Howard Stark had decided on with Fury. Bucky had only come along as moral support for the first meeting between Steve and Tony. He wasn’t even supposed to meet Tony first, but the crowded ballroom had been too much for him, so he’d ducked out into the hallway, only to come across two alphas menacing an omega. He supposed that some of Steve’s fiery nature must have rubbed off on him, as he normally would have never taken on two alphas by himself, not when he was down an arm. But he’d taken one look at that omega, pretty brown eyes wide with distress, and leapt into action. It hadn’t been until both alphas had been sent off running with their tails between their legs that he’d realized the omega he’d rescued was Tony Stark, Steve’s arranged mate.

Unfortunately (fortunately? No, definitely unfortunately), the arranged match would never come to fruition as Bucky and Tony had looked at each other and immediately bonded without a shared word or bite between them.

Howard was furious, Fury less so—Bucky was still a SHIELD agent, even if he wasn’t the great Captain America, so the planned union between SHIELD and SI would still happen—but both Bucky and Tony insisted that it hadn’t been done on purpose. And, as neither had a mating bite but could still feel the other at the back of their mind, it was hard to disprove the existence of what had once been called a soulmate bond, though was now called the rather unglamorous name of Mate Bond Subtype C, which Bucky thought sounded like an illness.

The media thought it was the most romantic thing they’d ever heard. Steve, who was slowly courting another alpha from SHIELD, thought it was a relief. Bucky, who didn’t want an omega while he was still recovering from the surgery on his arm, thought it was a nightmare at first.

He didn’t know what Tony thought.

They might have shared a bond between them, but Tony had quickly figured out how to shield his feelings. It had taken Bucky a little bit more practice but he too had worked out how to keep his thoughts and feelings private, which was good, because he doubted Tony would like to know what he was thinking.

They’d been bonded for three months and, while Bucky had moved into Tony’s penthouse apartment, they didn’t share a room, let alone a bed. He still took long missions that took him away for weeks at a time. Tony spent more time at SI’s research labs than he did at home. Bucky hadn’t shared Tony’s heat, nor had Tony shared Bucky’s rut, though neither of them had invited anyone else into their beds. And other than their planned public outings where they had to touch to put on the façade of a happily bonded couple, they didn’t hold hands or kiss or lean into each other, giggling.

The problem was—Bucky wanted all of that. He wanted to sleep curled around Tony. He wanted the two of them to be home long enough to share more than one dinner together at a time. He desperately wanted to share cycles, but even more badly than that, he wanted to touch Tony as often as the omega could stand it. Because the problem was also this—sometime in the course of three months, he’d fallen in love.

~

Tony slid his hand into Bucky’s as they stood in the elevator. “It’s just a quick walk around the ballroom, say hi to a couple investors, and then we can leave,” he said reassuringly, giving Bucky a quick smile. “I know how much you hate these shindigs.”

This was true, Bucky did hate them, but he knew that Tony hated them just as much, though he hid it much better than Bucky did. “Don’t worry,” he replied, squeezing Tony’s hand quickly. “I’ll stick to you like glue.”

“Well, maybe not like glue. Like Velcro, maybe. Howard’s got a couple investors that I know he wants me to meet and that I know you’ll hate so you’re more than welcome to go off and find people more to your liking then. I heard Steve’s coming.”

Bucky had to fight to hide a frown. He knew Tony didn’t mean any harm by the comment, but he hated how Tony thought he wouldn’t want to be by his side even when meeting people he didn’t like. So what if he didn’t like them? He’d still prefer to be giving Tony silent support instead of wandering off and leaving him alone for that long.

Before he can respond, the elevator came to a smooth stop, the doors opening on a soft ding to reveal the glittering ballroom Maria Stark had chosen to host the Annual Stark Foundation’s Shareholders’ Ball, meant to honor those who had given so generously to charity over the last year. The room was decorated in delicate ice-like structures, calling to mind the snow blanketing the city outside, though it wasn’t nearly as cold inside. Golden chandeliers reflected off the dark windows, giving the impression of a never-ending stretch of light. It was all so very glitzy and glamorous. Bucky hated it. It was an obscene display of wealth, meant solely to remind everyone that the Starks were richer than anyone else in the room.

“One hour, Bucky Bear,” Tony murmured like he could hear Bucky’s thoughts. “And then we can go get burgers.”

He dropped Bucky’s hand in favor of sliding his own into the crook of Bucky’s elbow, gently steering him towards the first group of investors. Like every other rich person he’d met since bonding with Tony, they were simultaneously smug of their own “generosity” (mere pennies compared to their bank accounts) and jealous, both of Tony’s wealth and Bucky’s luck in landing a Stark (not his words). The smugness was blatant, the jealousy only slightly hidden in the way their eyes lingered as Bucky took the opportunity to brush his lips across Tony’s cheek, quietly telling him he was going to go get them drinks.

“I’ll be back before you even have time to miss me,” he promised, understanding the minute tightness at the corners of Tony’s eyes.

Tony smiled and nodded, attention already turning back to the investors—or, more likely, to his latest project, however much it might have looked like he was paying attention to Hugh Worthington IV. Bucky slipped through the crowd to the bar. Fortunately, it wasn’t crowded yet and he was able to order a whiskey for himself and a scotch for Tony, who always refused to drink the fruity drinks he actually preferred at these parties, almost immediately. As he waited, he turned back to the crowd, idly scanning it. Steve wasn’t there yet, if it was indeed true that Fury had managed to stuff him into a suit and send him off to schmooze. His eyes sought out Tony, who was laughing as he excused himself from the group Bucky had left him with, moving on to another small throng of people.

He smiled despite himself. Tony was lovely like this, despite his discomfort. Bucky got to see him laugh so rarely at home that he cherished every moment he got to see it while they were out in public.

“Sir, your drinks,” the bartender prompted. He thanked them absently and left a tip on the bar before making his way back across the ballroom to Tony’s side.

Tony wasn’t laughing now. In fact, if his pursed lips were anything to go off of, he was pretty furious, and Bucky wondered what had upset him between him leaving the bar and him returning to Tony’s side.

“Doll,” he said, letting Tony know he was there. Tony turned and took his drink, thanking him with a quick kiss that Bucky desperately wanted to turn into a longer, sweeter one.

“Honey, Senator Stern here was just telling me about an omega’s rights bill he filibustered so it wouldn’t pass,” Tony said, irritation bleeding into his tone.

“Now isn’t that interesting,” Bucky drawled, irritated himself. The bill in question was a law that he knew Tony had backed, as it would have put a stop to the arranged bondings the wealthy were so fond of. They’d both known it would be a longshot to pass, but they’d remained hopeful. “That’s the one that Stevie supported isn’t it?”

“It is,” Tony agreed. “My alpha here—” He patted Bucky’s chest. “—is close friends with Captain Rogers. They grew up together, you know. Steve spends nearly every Saturday evening with us. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to hear about this bill failing to pass. Isn’t he supposed to be putting in an appearance at the Senate hearing next week? It would be such a shame if he couldn’t make it.”

Tony’s statement was only partially true. Bucky mostly saw Steve at SHIELD, as Steve, despite being always welcome at their apartment, didn’t want to be reminded of how close he’d come to an arranged bonding of his own. But Steve, who had been an omega before receiving the serum, had always been an outspoken supporter of omega’s rights, and now that he was an alpha, and Captain America to boot, he used every bit of that privilege to push as much pro-omega legislature through Congress as he could. He was a thorn in conservative senators’ sides, like Stern, and it was a minor miracle that they’d gotten him to appear in front of Congress to talk positively about a Republican bill supporting an expansion of benefits for veterans, when he normally disagreed with anything Republican just on principle. Steve’s support would go a long way toward getting that bill passed.

Tony’s veiled threat was effective. Stern, one of the authors of the bill, blanched, making Bucky smile. He loved watching Tony do his thing. There was really nothing better than Tony putting bullies like Stern back in their place.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Stern stammered out before hurrying away.

As soon as he was gone, Tony drooped, leaning back against Bucky. It was nice, being able to lend his support to his omega, but Tony was standing up straight again after only a moment, the façade falling back over him.

“I really hate that guy,” Tony said softly. He looked up at Bucky. “Sorry about using your friendship with Steve like that. I was just so angry. Saw red for a second there.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Bucky said. Impulsively, he reached out to clasp Tony’s shoulder, running his thumb soothingly over the soft skin just above his shirt collar. “You guys got a bad lot in life. You do what you gotta do to make it right.”

Tony hummed. “I really wanted that bill to pass. It wasn’t right, what Howard and Fury wanted me to do. I don’t want anyone else to have to go through that.”

“Sorry,” Bucky offered up. It was a lame apology, but he didn’t know what else he could say to make it better. He knew very well that if he and Tony hadn’t bonded that night, Steve would be Tony’s alpha.

To his surprise, Tony smiled and nudged his shoulder, teasing, “I don’t know, you’re not so bad.”

Bucky sputtered, nearly choking on his whiskey.

“Oh, look, Steve’s just arrived,” Tony said airily, like he hadn’t noticed the effect his words were having on Bucky. “Let’s go say hi.”

Talking to Steve at these events was always awkward. Tony and Steve were both aware that neither of them wanted anything to do with each other as mates, which made having to see each other a study in unspoken tension. He didn’t think it was that either of them had a problem with the other, and he suspected that they could even manage to be friends eventually, but it was that knowledge that they’d nearly been forced to mate that made things so tense between them. Still, he appreciated that Tony was willing to put up with it so that Bucky could see his best friend. It was the sort of small kindness that Tony unthinkingly did that had made Bucky fall in love with him so easily.

Tonight was no different. Tony and Steve exchanged no more than a few awkward words before Tony excused himself to go meet with Emma Frost. He didn’t bother kissing Bucky this time, as Steve was one of the few people they didn’t have to pretend with and it didn’t seem like anyone was watching them at the moment. It would have been different if they’d met up a few months ago. There’d been more than a few people who’d somehow got it into their heads that Steve and Tony’s proposed bond was a love match instead of arranged, and they’d all watched eagerly to see how Steve, Tony, and Bucky interacted in those days following Bucky and Tony’s bonding, clearly wondering if Steve was going to pick a fight. They’d been sorely disappointed, of course; Steve and Bucky didn’t fight over anything, let alone an omega that Steve hadn’t wanted.

“So Fury roped you into the dog and pony show, huh,” Bucky asked, eyeing the stiff collar of Steve’s shirt. He’d be willing to bet that it was brand new. Steve was much more at home in a pair of khakis and a flannel shirt than he was in a tuxedo.

“Senator Brandt actually,” Steve said, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “He thinks it’s good for me to make appearances and drum up support for SHIELD.”

“Sucks.” There was a niggling worry growing at the back of his mind, unrelated to Steve’s complaints about the brass, but Bucky didn’t know what it was. He glanced around the room, but was unable to spot anything amiss. He tried to put it out of his mind by asking, “How’s working with the Commandos?” He couldn’t entirely keep the bitterness out of his voice. Bucky had been moved out of the Commandos unit a few weeks before meeting Tony, and it wasn’t that he didn’t like being on Strike Team Delta, but he was still irritated that he hadn’t had a choice in the matter.

“Not the same without you,” Steve said, grimacing at him like he knew what was going through Bucky’s mind.

They continued talking about SHIELD as they slowly circulated the room and all the while, that worry was growing stronger, slowly morphing into fear, but it wasn’t until he happened to catch a glimpse of Tony standing in the corner and looking tense and unhappy that he realized they weren’t his feelings. They were Tony’s. Tony was worried and scared and had brought down his shields so that Bucky could feel his emotions and Bucky was standing on the other side of the room like an idiot.

“Excuse me,” he said brusquely, cutting Steve off. “Tony’s in trouble.”

He headed straight for Tony, pushing through the crowd without sparing a thought to anyone he might be offending as he shoved them aside. For once, it was Steve who was trailing after him, offering apologies to everyone who looked offended.

There was a look of naked relief in Tony’s eyes as Bucky marched up behind the alpha Tony was talking to. It was a look he’d never seen on Tony’s face before, at least not directed at him, and he wasn’t sure if he liked that his omega was happy to have him there or disliked that Tony had to be relieved at all.

“Something wrong, doll?” he asked, hand clamping down on the alpha’s shoulder.

“Bucky,” Tony breathed. He sagged back against the wall. “This is Aldrich Killian. He’d like to propose—” Tony’s mouth twisted unhappily. “He’d like to propose an omega trade. I told him I wasn’t interested, but he insisted on talking to you.”

Anger flared in Bucky’s chest, hot and furious. Omega trades weren’t common anymore, used mostly in backroom deals to secure a transaction. You treat my omega right and I’ll treat your omega right, and maybe we can have a deal. He knew the rich, traditional alphas Tony had grown up with still occasionally used them, but he hated them. He’d always hated them. The very concept treated omegas like property, like hostages, and the thought of seeing Tony—his Tony—under someone else had his vision shading red.

“Is that so?” he hissed.

Killian, the idiot, didn’t seem to notice Bucky’s growing anger. “Maya’s a great—” he began to say.

Bucky cut him off with a hand around his throat, slamming him into the wall.

“Bucky—” Steve started, a warning in his voice.

“Tell them it’s SHIELD business,” he snapped. “Isn’t that the usual excuse?”

What Steve did to placate the crowd growing around them, he didn’t know; he was too intent on Killian to care. “Let me get this straight,” he growled. “You asked Tony for a trade and when he told you no, because I know him, he wouldn’t ever want that and he wouldn’t be quiet about it, you cornered him and insisted you’d only listen to a no from me.” It wasn’t a question. Tony’s thoughts and emotions were flooding him with what Killian had tried to do to him. He growled again at the image of Killian’s hand on Tony’s arm, removed after only a moment. This—this—alpha had tried to put his hands on Tony, had ignored his clear no, and was still babbling on about whatever business deal he wanted out of Bucky—or, more likely, Tony, though as an omega, Tony wouldn’t be able to make that decision.

“It’s a yes or no question, Killian,” he finally snapped, losing his temper. “Did you or did you not ignore Tony’s answer—"

“He’s an omega,” Killian tried.

“He’s a person. He’s a person who was clearly uncomfortable with you and you should never have ignored that. The only reason you’re still standing and not laid out on the floor is because he cares about making a scene, but guess what, I don’t.” His hand tightened on Killian’s throat, making the man wheeze. “Do—”

“Bucky,” Tony said quietly, cutting through his anger.

Without removing his hand from Killian, he looked at Tony. Tony still looked a little shaken, but there was something else in his eyes, something that Bucky didn’t know how to describe.

“Let him go,” Tony continued. “You made your point.”

“He—”

“Yeah, he did,” Tony said, knowing what he was going to say. Bucky wondered if his own shields were down, letting Tony read his thoughts and feelings. “And you were here to stop it, so it’s okay. Let him go, we can go get burgers.”

He didn’t want to. He wanted to make sure Killian never laid hands on someone unwilling ever again, but then Steve was there, carefully pulling Bucky away as he muttered to him about seeing what Fury could do about Killian. And that wasn’t exactly what Bucky wanted, but it was better than nothing, and taking care of Tony was his priority anyway. So since Tony wanted burgers, he would go get burgers.

He spun on his heels, intent on heading to the elevators, only to freezes as soon as he saw Tony. They were supposed to be faking it, which meant that he should do something—wrap an arm around Tony’s waist or kiss his forehead or—or something. But Tony had just had to deal with an unwelcome touch. He shouldn’t have to deal with another one so soon afterwards.

Tony surprised him though by stepping forward and sliding his hand into Bucky’s, interlacing their fingers. “Come on, alpha. Let’s go home,” he said, leading Bucky through the crowd watching them. Bucky ignored them in favor of drinking in the sight of Tony whole and healthy, if not happy.

They were quiet in the elevator ride back down to the parking garage, quiet as they climbed into the back of the car, quiet as Happy pulled out onto the road. Then Tony slid across the backseat to tuck up against Bucky’s side. He rested his head on Bucky’s shoulder, and, after a moment, Bucky rested his cheek against Tony’s curls.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” Tony said. Bucky could feel the truth in his words through their bond, and he realized that Tony hadn’t put his mental shields back up. “I wouldn’t have asked for your help if I hadn’t been expecting something like that.”

“Shouldn’t have taken it so far though. I know you’re not—we’re not—” He grimaced as he fumbled over the words. He’d been able to admit for three months that he and Tony weren’t in a relationship, why was it so hard now?

Tony hesitated before carefully saying, “We could be.”

“We—what?”

“Bucky Bear,” Tony said warmly, sitting up so he could look him in the eyes. “You have to know—people don’t just do what you did tonight or the night we met, for that matter. Not for me. I—I don’t know, the way we bonded, it threw me off. I wasn’t expecting it and I reacted badly. But—then the way you reacted to Killian got me thinking—maybe we could try?”

“Try?” Bucky whispered.

“Try us?” Tony asked, leaning back in slowly, giving Bucky enough time to move away if he wanted to.

He didn’t want to. “Yeah,” he breathed. “We could try. I—I’d like that.”

Tony smiled at him, bright and lovely, and closed the distance between them.

[falsegoodnight]

hello, hope you’re alright! i was wondering if you could recommend me some of your favorite fics? preferably new ones? thank you in advance!

hi! i'm doing alright, thank you :) all of these fics i picked out are from this year (the past seven months) so hopefully that's new enough. i'm also only doing a few because i'm short for time, sorry!

✰ don't want no other shade of blue by @louisisworthit | E | 43k

“I know you’re putting on an act,” says Harry after a moment, and Louis scowls when he realises the prince is actually amused.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Louis.

“All I’ve heard over the past couple of years are rumours of Prince Louis’ kindness, and generosity, and oh, he’s so handsome I can barely pour his tea without shaking!” says Harry, putting on a silly, high-pitched voice for the last bit. Louis’ scowl deepens. “I would already know if you were just another selfish, bratty omega prince. You can’t fool me, darling, but I admire your efforts.”

“As you said,” Louis grits out, “those are only rumours. I assure you, I’m a terrible person.”

✰ no good unless it's real by @fackinglouis | E | 17k

Louis is a very busy farmer who’s just trying to make it to his next nap and Harry’s the new hot vet that’s determined to infiltrate every area of his life.

✰ Pink in the Night by orphan_account | E | 32k

His finger was tapping on Louis’ chat before Harry could even think about it, eyes reading over the last text he’d sent Louis. I miss you. Do you miss me?

Harry had felt so pathetic that December night, alone in the dark room of the Japanese apartment he’d been staying at, the strong smell of alcohol clinging to his clothes.

Louis hadn’t replied, but Harry wasn’t surprised; he had texted Louis a few times before while he’d been away, but there had never been a response.

It pained him to admit that this was their new normal.

✰ my ugly mouth kept running by @cosmicues | E | 4k

sometimes second chances are more important than the first.

✰ let’s shack up by @breadylou | E | 11k

In which Louis wants to wake up in Harry’s arms forever. So he makes a list.

✰ the entertainment by @tllthesundies | E | 95k

For Harry's upcoming album release, his team dreams of hiring him a PA to help assist with the burden that comes with a launch. Louis Tomlinson is a highly sought-after PA who's worked with many A-listers.

✰ Memory of a Dream by @afterglowslouis | E | 65k

Harry hums. “Why else do you think I brought you here? It's our place now," the alpha smiles, gentle. "Have you always lived with your godmothers?”

He nods, gazing at the leaves as the breeze comes to ruffle them. “As long as I can remember. And if you’re wondering what happened to my parents, I don’t really know. Apparently they died when I was still a baby.”

“I’m sorry,” Harry tentatively reaches over to put his arm around him; he doesn’t protest. Instead, he snuggles closer and closes his eyes.

There seems to be a barrier between them, or some kind of deep gulf that can’t be crossed. He feels it right now even though he’s never been so close to Harry before. Harry’s entire body is kissing his curves, in a place remote from everything; and yet… and yet he can’t connect with Harry. Maybe it is for the best — getting attached to somebody he can’t have sounds like torture. At one point, Harry moves so that he is sitting right behind Louis, allowing for the omega to lean against the alpha’s chest; it feels good, he feels safe. He is succumbing to illusions; he will get hurt.

Somewhere behind them, a raven croaks.

✰ maybe i could meet you there by @cosmicues | T | 4k

there are too many things unsaid and a rooftop might just be the place where they finally say everything.

✰ tender is the night by @raspberryoatss | E | 41k

“Louis... it’s not like you can do anything about it anyway, right?” Harry asks.

And—that. That is enough for Louis to pull the door open with an angry crease between his eyebrows, a frown pulling at the corners of his lips. “Are you threatening me, Casper?”

“We’re both friendly ghosts, I’ll give you that,” Harry grins widely, leaning against the doorframe. “Besides, what are you gonna do?” He lolls his head to the side, a stupid, cheeky grin inching on his lips. “Kill me?”

And, oh, Louis wishes he could.

edit: am adding this one even though it’s not 1d (it’s a red, white & royal blue fanfic and it’s just too cute not to include jic):

✰ in wildest dreams (i never dreamed of this) by @millsxwriting | T | 8k

It’s Alex’s birthday in New York City, and life is just a little bit better than he would have ever imagined.

let me know if you want recs even more recent than this! and enjoy :)

[allwaswell16]

hi hi again im sorry its not that one:( it looks good though im gonna read that one! also i think the fic might be set in abo universe and louis was in a ball before the attack happened? thank you again <333

Okay, I did a search and it's maybe this one I found??? Let me know!

don't want no other shade of blue by padfootyoudog

“I know you’re putting on an act,” says Harry after a moment, and Louis scowls when he realises the prince is actually amused.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Louis.

“All I’ve heard over the past couple of years are rumours of Prince Louis’ kindness, and generosity, and oh, he’s so handsome I can barely pour his tea without shaking!” says Harry, putting on a silly, high-pitched voice for the last bit. Louis’ scowl deepens. “I would already know if you were just another selfish, bratty omega prince. You can’t fool me, darling, but I admire your efforts.”

“As you said,” Louis grits out, “those are only rumours. I assure you, I’m a terrible person.”

—

prompt 339: it was foretold that Alpha Prince Harry would be mated to a beautiful male omega with eyes that could rival the stone amethyst, but Omega Prince Louis refuses to believe it.

[nessinborderland]

Be Mine (05)

Pairing: Niragi x Reader / Chishiya x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Omegaverse

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: You were able to stay unbounded throughout your life. You didn’t want an Alpha; you didn’t need one. You would rather die than to give yourself to some random male. But the man that saved your life thinks differently.

Warnings: Alpha/Omega, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Finger fucking, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding, Pregnancy Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Drama, Developing Relationship, Past Abuse, Scars, Death, Blood and Gore, Animal Death, Trauma, Bath Sex, Blood and Injury

Notes: Here is the so awaited chapter nº5! It’s pretty much just Niragi’s funeral, but I think you’re gonna enjoy it either way :) I’m kidding lol, there’s no funeral.  Also if ya'll want some music recs, I had Kai's first mini-album on repeat as I was writing this chapter. Is just so damn good. Enjoy <3

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“He’s dead,” Chishiya says like he’s announcing the weather. It’s so cold and impersonal that you feel yourself getting angry at him. It doesn’t last more than a second though; his words hit you like a ton of bricks. He can’t be dead; you would feel it. You don’t know how or why, but you would know. Your legs go weak again under you, but this time you lean against a stone pillar. That’s where you absently notice you’re on the front steps of a big red house.

“N- no,” you gulp, trying to control the tears that threaten to fall. No, he can’t be dead. “You’re lying…” you whisper that last part.

He just looks at you for a moment, without saying a word, before walking to an information board you haven’t noticed before. A card is stuck to the board by a pin. The Ten of Spades. He takes it and approaches you before putting the card in your hoodie’s pocket. Then he speaks.

“Why would I be lying, Y/N?” his tone is so condescending. Anger rises inside you again. “And why do you care so much?” 

“Why do I care?...” you repeat his question to yourself. Why do you care? You don’t know. You barely know Niragi. But he saved you and was weirdly sweet to you on your first night together and he...you...you just care. You’re like eighty-five percent sure that this is your wolf talking, but you don’t care either way, “I’m going to find him,” you say as you practically drag yourself down the stone steps, cursing your injured foot.

“No, you’re not. Stop,” the order makes you stop on instinct, and your mind fogs for a moment. Your eyes go wide as you realize what he’s trying to do.

“Fuck you,” you hiss in his direction, “Go manipulate someone else.” You turn and continue limping down the path. You hear a growl, and he’s suddenly in front of you, now back in his wolf form. His teeth are bare, but you ignore him and walk right past him. “If you’re not going to help, just go away,” you say over your shoulder. “I will find him and bring him back by myself.”

You can’t hear him behind you anymore, but you can smell him close by. You ignore his scent to focus on Niragi’s, trying to find your way back to where you last saw him. You groan in pain at your ankle; it hurts more at every step. The blood seeping through your makeshift bandage doesn't make walking any easier.

You finally catch his scent and try walking faster. Part of you is thankful for the park lights that are now on, almost giving the impression of daylight; it makes the path so much easier to walk through. The con is that you can also undoubtedly see the bodies and blood. You see them everywhere in the open field you were just moments ago; animal and human. It's a bloodbath. You ignore the blood, and the ripped limbs, and the open wounds.

“Niragi!” you can’t help but scream when you see him.

He’s face down on the ground, still in his human form, like he had tried to crawl before passing out. You ignore the possibility that he might be dead. You finally get to him, falling on your knees to assess his condition. He’s covered head to toe in blood, and you hesitate to touch him. You’re afraid to hurt him more if you try to move him.

“Niragi?” you call in a trembling voice, “Niragi, can you hear me?”

No answer.

“I told you he was dead,” Chishiya says, right behind you. You ignore him and finally touch Niragi’s skin. He’s warm to the touch; way too warm to be considered dead. A grunt coming from him startles you.

“Oh my God! ” you exclaim, maybe a little too loudly, “Niragi, can you hear me? Can you move?”

“That’s just gas leaving the body,” Chishiya again, “C’mon, let’s go.” You roll your eyes and keep ignoring him, focusing on what matters. 

Niragi’s hand moves as he grunts again, this time louder, and you realize he’s trying to talk.

“What-”

“Stop saying I’m dead-” he turns his head to the side, and you can finally see his face as he mumbles. “You fucking dog-... I hope you get leishmaniasis-... and die.”

You can’t help the sudden laugh that leaves your lips before you can stop it; people dying don’t talk like that. He opens one eye at hearing you, and you see his brow furrow even with all the blood on his face.

“Me dying is funny to you?” he asks in a croaky voice.

You shake your head and quickly wipe the tears that had started to fall. “No, I- I’m just glad you’re alive.” You turn to face Chishiya, a stern expression on your face “Will you help me, or I will have to do it by myself?”

The man rolls his eyes and grunts, before turning back into a wolf without a word. You help Niragi onto Chishiya’s back, ignoring the wolf’s snarl and the man’s constant complaints. You think most of the bleeding has stopped, but you still fear the open wounds, especially the arrow that made one on his chest. Thankfully, it had hit far from the heart and lungs. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t cause for concern.

You finally got to the front gates without much difficulty; Chishiya had dropped Niragi only once, and you considered that a win. Your own injured leg shot pain through you every step, but Niragis' condition put that out of your mind. You noticed the bundle of clothes both of them had left on the ground before turning, so you limped to grab them before joining them by the car. You also get Niragi’s rifle as you pass by the entrance. You put it in the trunk before helping Niragi inside. Chishiya turns back and puts on his clothes before getting in the car without a word.

“My shirt?” Niragi asks as you’re about to close the car door.

“Oh- Oh right,” you forgot he was naked. You didn’t think you could possibly get him dressed in his state, but it’s obvious he wants to cover up. You pass him the shirt and stare in confusion as he puts it on instead of covering himself. “Niragi, you shouldn’t-”

“I don’t give a fuck if anyone sees my dick,” he says with a grunt as he tries to pass his injured arm through the armhole. You’re about to say something when it hits you; his back. Of course, he doesn’t want anyone to see it. You nod and take off your jacket, now in only your swimsuit top, and cover him with it. He looks at you but says nothing. Lucky for you, you’re able to cover your own back with a scarf before Chishiya notices.

You drive back to the Beach in silence. Chishiya drives as you sit next to him, absently biting the nail of your thumb. Finally seated, you addressed your own injury. The holes the trap made were deep and still bleeding. You can hardly move your ankle now the pain has set. You hear Niragi moan in pain in the backseat as the car runs over bumps that Chishiya purposefully ignores. Besides that and the occasional sigh, the air is filled with awkward silence. Now that the game and fear and adrenaline has passed, you know that is only a matter of time before they’re at each other’s throats again.

You let out a sigh of relief when you get into the Beache’s parking lot. Chishiya is out of the car and gone before you can even say a word to him. Well, it seems like his generosity has come to an end. You sigh and get out of the car, helping Niragi get out as best as you can. He tries to stand by himself, but his mangled foot quickly gives up on him. You both almost fall before three militants nearby see you and decide to help. He looks on the brink of passing out, and his skin burns like it’s on fire.

“Take me to my room,” he says to the men in a faint voice. You’re about to say something against it; he needs special medical care. He stops you like he knows what’s going through your mind. “I don’t-... I don’t need no nursing student-... putting his hands on me. Room.”

You limp behind them in silence, wondering if he will want you in his room. Probably not, but you’ll at least leave his gun there before passing out in your bedroom. You fear a fight, but you’re honestly too tired for that. You do feel guilty for sleeping with Chishiya, but Niragi is at fault here too. He left you alone and purposely ignored you for a damn week. Besides, it’s not like you can control any of it; not anymore. Whatever self-control you had over your wolf seemed to have evaporated the moment Niragi’s hands were on you that first time.

You stand by the door as the men lay him on the bed before he orders them to leave. You lean his gun against a corner and stand there for a moment, considering what to do next. It doesn’t take you long before you decide. You leave the room and walk around the hotel until you find what you need, returning to his room with arms full of medical supplies, a basin, and some clean rags. His eyes are on you as soon as you open the door, a surprised expression on his face. It’s quickly replaced by a scowl.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks. You ignore his tone and focus on organizing the stuff you brought on the bedside table.

“You say you don’t want a specialist looking after you, so you’ll have to settle for me,” you answer as you limp towards the bathroom to fill the basin with warm water. You can feel his eyes on your back as you wait for the bowl to fill. Going back to his side, you start cleaning his skin, starting with his face. You don’t even try cleaning and detangling the mess that is his hair. You keep your gaze on specific points of his face, avoiding his eyes. You’re actually surprised he hasn’t tried to stop you. You clean his face until the water is pink, the gash on his forehead now clearly visible. It has stopped bleeding, the fast Alpha healing clear in the way the wound has started to scab. You stand up to change the water, and again his eyes are following you as you walk to the bathroom.

“How’s your ankle?” you hear him faintly ask over the sound of running water.

“It’s going to heal,” you answer as you go back to his side. You move to unbutton his shirt, but his hand lightly grabs your wrist. Your eyes lock. His eyes have a strange shine to them, and you wonder if he has a fever. By his body temperature, you wouldn’t doubt it. “Can I open it?” 

He stares at you for a moment before nodding. You resume unbuttoning his shirt, opening it to reveal his chest. You keep doing the methodical task of rubbing his skin clean, barely noticing when he falls asleep. There are several lacerations and bite marks all over his chest and sides, but those seem to be healing properly too.

You also notice, to little surprise, that he has several tattoos adorning his pale skin; a tangle of thorns rise from his hip to his ribs, a single black rose in the middle of the artwork; an open winged raven stares at you from his pectorals, the kanji for power in the eyes of the animal; a smaller tattoo of a howling wolf marks his hip. They’re beautiful, and you wonder what their exact meaning is. It’s a shame that they will be covered in scars when he’s finished healing. You wonder if he has more tattoos on his body.

An hour goes by before you finish cleaning and bandaging his front. His foot is by far the worst injury, and you wonder for a moment if he will be able to use it again at its full capacity. You haven’t tried to take off his shirt or turn him around; you know he probably wouldn’t want that. Your eyes are heavy, and you almost doze off several times. You cover him with a blanket and stand up to clean things up. Your now swollen ankle reminds you you have yet to care for it, so that’s what you do, after making sure that Niragi hasn’t stopped breathing in his sleep.

You crash beside him with a tired sigh, eyes closing as soon as your head hits the mattress.

You wake up hours later, startled by the sound of hushed voices right next to you. You stay still, hoping they won’t catch on the fact that you’re now wide awake.

“I know it was you,” Niragi’s voice, faint and rough, “You pushed me into that fucking trap.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chishiya. “All I did was play the game.” 

“So now what, you’re here to wish me a fast recovery or to finish the job?”

“Just came to check on her.” You can feel both of their gazes on you. You know they know that you’re awake, but neither of them says anything about it. You hear Niragi exclaim a rushed ‘hey’ and some rustling. “And to get this,” Chishiya adds. You know he’s talking about the card, still in your jacket pocket.

“She’s never going to be yours,” Niragi says in such a low tone you can barely hear him. You can feel the growl in his chest vibrating the mattress. “So fuck off my room.”

“Hmm, guess we’ll see about that,” Chishiya says in his usual unbothered tone. You hear him as he walks away and gently closes the door behind him. Niragi shifts next to you with a grunt of pain. You can feel the heat radiating from him in waves.

You stay still for a few more moments, trying to understand their conversation. Had Chishiya really tried to kill Niragi? You wouldn’t doubt it, but still, the idea scared you; he had been so close to succeeding. 

You realize something. These are dangerous men; of that, you have no doubt. You’re sure that if it wasn’t for you being an Omega, they wouldn’t think twice about hurting you badly or even kill you. In what mess did you get yourself into? Why these two, of all the Alphas in the world?

“Why did you fuck him?” Niragi’s question breaks you out of your thoughts. You say nothing for a beat or two, before shrugging.

“For the same reason I fucked you, I guess,” you say with a sigh, “I couldn’t control my wolf from getting what she wanted,” he says nothing for several moments, so you decide to just say what else is on your mind. “He also was there when I needed. These guys were messing with me and he just...he was there. I- I did try talking to you several times but you just kept avoiding me so… when Chishiya appeared I… I didn’t even think twice, to be honest.” 

“Would you bond with him?” he asks in a hesitant tone. This makes you turn to him. His eyes are focused on the ceiling, and you notice how heavy his breathing is.

“No,” you say without a second thought, “If I’m going to be bonded with someone, it’s not going to be with him,” it’s true. You really don’t want to be bonded with that man; not after how he acted with you. “Not if I have any say in it.” Which you fear you may not have. But you don’t want to put that into words.

Niragi takes a deep breath and nods, before closing his eyes again. His fists are closed by his side, and you know he’s trying to control his emotions, whatever they may be. He opens his eyes after some time and locks his eyes on you. They still have that weird shine to them. 

“Would you bond with me?” he asks before you can ask how he’s feeling.

“I- I don’t know,” you really don’t. You don’t know anything about him, and you have the feeling that you wouldn’t like him even if you knew him better. “We don’t know each other. The last thing I want is to be bonded to someone I’m incapable of loving. I know everyone thinks I must be insane for refusing to accept my own biology but I- I would rather die than make my future children go through the same shit I went through.”

Niragi just hums in response, processing your words.

“Love is a myth.” he finally says, “The faster you accept your nature and that little fact, the easier life will be for you.” He moves to sit up, before making a sound of pain and falling back down on the mattress, “Fuck-”

“Don’t move!” you order, afraid he will just hurt himself further, “What do you need?”

“I’ll be damned if I need your help to take a piss,” he tries to sit up again, grunting as he successfully rests his back against the wall, “I’m not a fucking invalid.” You ignore his words and stand up to support him as he slowly makes his way to the bathroom.

You’re waiting on the other side of the door when you hear a sudden ‘thud’ from inside. You open the door to see Niragi on the floor, curses streaming from his lips as he tries to stand up. You run to his side, but his hand swats at you.

“I can stand up by myself, goddammit,” he mumbles to you. He suddenly drops against you with a groan. You start to panic; his skin is damp and hot as a furnace.

“Niragi, you have a fever,” you try to think of what to do, and your eyes fall on the jacuzzi bathtub in a corner of the large bathroom. “C’mon, I’m going to give you a cold bath.”

“No- Don’t you try to bathe me...damn woman,” he says, still trying to stand up by himself. You sigh and half-drag him half-support him to the bathtub. You lean him against the wall as you turn on the faucets, trying to get the perfect water temperature. You move to take off the bandages you had put on him just hours before, leaving only the one on his foot. He’s still naked except for his black and white shirt, just like the one he had given to you. You try to take it off of him, but he vehemently shakes his head no.

“Don’t- don’t you fucking try to take this off me,” he manages to say, eyes closed as he takes labored breaths. You don’t even think twice as you take the scarf off your shoulders and pull down your swimsuit, turning so your naked back is in full view to him.

“My father did this to me when I was eleven years old,” you talk fast, and your voice trembles, but you still force yourself to say the words. “He was drunk all the time, and I did something that made him mad, and he snapped.” you pull your swimsuit back up and turn around to face him. “I’m not asking to see your back or for you to tell me how you got them, I just want to put you in that goddamn bath! I couldn’t care less about your scars!” you’re not being completely honest, but your words apparently work. Niragi’s scowl lightens a bit, and he gives you a small consenting nod. You brush off the knot in your throat, focusing on getting him undressed of that crusty bloody shirt before helping him get in the tub.

He gasps as his trembling body hits the water, teeth chattering as he grips the side of the tub which so much force that his knuckles turn white. You take that time to focus on cleaning the rest of his body, including his matted hair, the water immediately turning pink. He visibly flinches when the rag touches his back, before leaning forward to give you better access.

You can’t help but look; of course you can’t. While your scars are just a slash of claws that go from shoulder to hip, his are...messy. They cover his whole back from shoulder to tailbone, some fine and silver, others wide and red. You have a sudden urge to cry, but hold it in; you know he wouldn’t react well to pity. Not that you pity him; not exactly. It’s more like it triggers your memories of the happening, and you remember how much it had hurt; how much that had been a turning point in your life. How much it still hurts, even though they’re no longer open wounds. You fear it’s the same for him.

You can’t resist passing a light finger over one of the deeper scars. You hear him gasp before fully accepting your touch. The sensation of your skin against his never loses that spark of electricity, doesn’t matter how many times you touch him.

“You smell like him,” he snaps. You can’t place his tone, but his sudden reaction makes you freeze and widen your eyes. His hand grabs your wrist, and he pulls you slightly against him. You have to brace yourself not to fall inside the large tub. “Get in here,” he orders. Your surprised expression is replaced by a raised brow; he sure sounds good enough to order you around now.

“I’m not getting in there,” you say as you try to release yourself from his grip.

“Oh yes you are, you fucking stink,” he retorts, pulling you even closer.

“How dare- “ 

You’re falling in the cold water bath before you can finish your sentence. He grunts in pain as you fall on top of him, and you don’t know if you should worry or be happy about it. His hands go to your hips as you try to get out, pressing you against him.

“You idiot, you’re going to open your wounds!” you decide to worry. You put your hands on his shoulders for support, and you notice you’re now nose to nose.

“I don’t care,” Niragi says, eyes locked on yours. “I just can’t stand you smelling like him anymore.” he tugs at your shorts, “Take this off.”

“Niragi, no,” you say as you try once again to get out of his grasp, “You’re sick and this water is dirty from your blood. I’m not bathing in here”

“I want you to smell like me,” he says like he hasn’t heard you. “Take it off or I’ll take them off for you.”

“Niragi-”

“I’m not repeating myself,” 

You comply after a moment of consideration, sighing as you struggle to take off your wet shorts. His body is still hot under you, and that’s what’s stopping you from shivering in the cold water. There’s an uncomfortable moment where you just stay there, straddling him and so close to his face that you can see the specks of gold in his dark eyes.

Then he’s kissing you, and you’re kissing him back with as much ferocity. His hands rise from your hips to the straps of your swimsuit, and you let him pull them down to reveal your breasts. His mouth is on them in seconds, pierced tongue playing with one of your nipples as a hand gropes the other. Your arms go around him, pulling him closer as you moan in his ear. It feels so good. You can feel the growing wetness in your cunt as he keeps sucking on you, his hardening member pressing against your center.

You desperately want him. You don’t even try to fight it. You just want him in you as fast as you can. His mouth never leaves your breasts, but his hand moves down, pushing your swimsuit to the side. He’s inside you with a swift push, and you almost scream at the stretching sensation; he makes you feel so unbelievably full. You start moving almost immediately, chasing that indescribable sensation of pleasure that he provides. 

Your joined moans echo in the large bathroom, mixing with the sound of skin splashing on water. The tip of his cock hits your g-spot at every thrust, the angle only allowing him to fuck you even deeper. Neither of you speaks, involved in each other’s embrace, lips kissing and sucking every inch of skin you can reach on each other.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this; you’re both injured, exhausted, and you had fucked a different guy just the day before. But none of that matters. You’ve been wanting this since the first time he came in you.

“You feel so good inside me,” you can’t help but moan as you ride him. You can feel your orgasm growing, your pussy clenching around him every time you impale yourself on his shaft. He just kisses you harder in response, tongue pressing against yours as you moan into his mouth.

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, the pleasurable sensation running over you from head to toe. You lean against him, your limbs feeling like jelly. He’s coming inside you not long after, teeth grazing the skin of your neck, so close to your marking spot that you think you can come just from that. You whine in satisfaction at the warm sensation his cum leaves inside you.

Neither of you moves for several minutes, gathering your breath while still connected and in each other’s arms. You don’t want to move; it feels too good. It feels right. You’re also extremely tired, and your eyes soon close, lulled by the fast beating of his heart under your palm. You doze off for a moment, before the feeling of his fingers on your back jerks you awake. You tense for a moment before relaxing to his feathery touch; his fingers are so soft. 

“Now you smell like me,” he says in a gruff voice. There’s undoubted satisfaction in his tone.

You smile, snuggling even more against him.

Maybe Niragi isn’t such a bad choice.

Next Chapter

[authoressofdarkness]

Fill: Sugar Daddy

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@snowstark 👀

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Tony always buys his princess the finest things.

Designer suits, tailored to his lithe body. Expensive cufflinks that fit around his wrists just as perfectly as the leather cuffs Tony used to tether his dove wherever he wanted him, whenever he wanted him. Long, silky nightgowns for him to hike up to his hips when he wanted to taste him. Custom lingerie, clinging to his toned legs and chest in all the right places, and highlighting all his curves, making the soft hump between his thighs look all the more tantalizing, a variety of colors and see-through fabrics to taunt him from afar.

And he is far away all too often. It’s half the reason why he likes buying Peter things so much. To give him a piece of him while he’s away, something to wear in place of Tony’s marks that still mark him as his. It also makes good pictures and videos to keep him entertained while he’s away.

Not that he’s far away now.

He had been, for a few days. But today he had arrived home. Peter had been waiting for him in the living room. Sweet smelling candles and flower petals all across the penthouse, and a nice warm meal fresh out of the oven for him. The alpha had enjoyed it all and thanked him, easily pleasing his sweet omega with a few simple thanks and kisses. And then...

Then he’d taken what he really wanted.

The romance was all fine and good. He loves that Peter tries so hard for him. Loves Peter. But they both knew what had brought them together, and the payment Tony expects for his generosity.

Luckily, Peter is always so happy to give.

Now, his baby is spread out underneath him, covered in all the fine things he’d bought him. Fluffy handcuffs securing small wrists to the headboard, delicate red and gold lingerie clinging to slim hips and chest, silky blindfold covering those pretty doe eyes. His soft lips are painted the same color red as the lingerie. His eyes are highlighted with gold glitter, though that bit is hidden by the blindfold.

Tony wants to take a bite out of him. So he does.

“Ahh— oh god, daddy, please—“

He growls, tongue and teeth buried deep in his sweet omega’s soft bits. He leaves a perfect red imprint in his thigh — Peter’s pale flesh bruises so easily, perfectly, and god does he love marking his ownership of him under all of those pretty clothes he bought for him. He staked his claim all over him, but Tony was possessive, and Peter was just so tempting. It was never enough, not in his book.

The sweet thing’s thighs tremble from the sting of it, but his leg’s are tied wide open with Tony’s ropes. He’s not going anywhere. Not when Tony bites him. Not when he moves up nips at his clit, not when his tongue slides deep inside of him, when he sucks at his entrance, teases his folds, laps along his slit, and on and on — relentless in the giving of equal parts pleasure and pain.

It’s Tony’s reward, his payment from the poor thing, the dependant, soft, needy toy he owns. It’s Peter’s penance, punishment and salvation all in one.

It’s delicious torture. But they both love every second of it.

Even as the omega wails under him, body straining against the bondage when Tony pulls away again. His pleasure, and the impending orgasm curling in his stomach, fades away.

“Daddy! Please! Please, daddy, alpha, is not fair— no! Not the toy, please—“ he sobs, squirming under him as best he can in his bondage. Tony doubts even Peter knows whether he’s trying to get away or get more.

But he just chuckles, pressing the wand against the omega’s swollen clit. Peter knows that toys mean longer play, and probably more denials before his orgasms — if Tony decides to let him come. He’s conditioned by now to know what the feel of the vibrator means.

“Not fair?” He pretends to be surprised. “You think so?”

Peter sniffs, body straining under him. He feels it all, his chin resting against Peter’s thigh, right above the bite mark — watching, his body settled between Peter’s legs, looking up the length of his body at his prize, totally relaxed and comfortable as he takes his time taking him apart. “Yes!”

“You know what I think, Peter?”

“Wha-“

Crack. Right across the face. He gets a shocked gasp in response, and then a startled cry when Tony lifts the toy, hitting him right on the pussy. “I think you’re ungrateful. This?” He spanks his pussy again, twice. “This is mine. You are mine. To do whatever I want with. Remember? Remember promising me that?”

Peter sobs again, his whole body shuddering as Tony presses the toy back against him. “Y-yes, but—“

“No buts. But what, hm?” His voice is a near growl, deep in his alpha register. “Why would you want to take that back? Aren’t I good to you? Don’t I buy you everything you could ever want or need? I feed you and water you. I clothe you. I pay for this bed your horny, slutty little self is stretched out on. I pay for all your stuffies and blankets and your play dates with your little friends and your cars and your makeup and everything. Aren’t I a good daddy? Don’t I deserve this? Wasn’t I away all week, working, just to pay for your silly habits and your comfort? And you would deny me this? What’s really more unfair, hm?”

He plays with the settings on the toy the whole time he talks, moving it up and down, watching and feeling the way he arches, the omega’s body straining and shuddering as his body tries and fails to handle all the pleasure the alpha is forcing on him.

Tears soak the blindfold as Peter cries above him. “‘M sorry— please, alpha— daddy, I just— it’s so much, I need—“

“You always need,” Tony interrupts, feigning disgust. “I always give you what you need. It’s your turn to give me what I need for once.”

And he does. Just like he always does, all whining aside, Peter lets Tony play with him as long as he likes. Eventually, Tony gets his fill of toying and gives him what they both really need.

Later, as the bondage comes off and their bodies cool, his knot still keeping them firmly locked together, he holds his omega close — helps him take little sips of water and reassures him. Of course you’re not slutty. You always give me exactly what I need. I know you’re grateful. You’re perfect. Always perfect.

They sleep in each other’s arms. And the next day, after a frankly dirty shower together and a sweet shared breakfast, Tony sends Peter off to the mall with a new shiny black card — and a new vibrator tucked in his panties.

He heads off to work with the remote in his pocket and a grin on his face, unable to wait to get home and do it all again.

[oops-prow-did-it-again]

I’m back!

So, I kinda quit using this blog a while back. There are some notes about it in my old pinned post and probably on my fanfics, lol, but basically, I felt overwhelmed by fandom and everything going on irl and I crashed. I just withdrew from like, everything. I still logged in on Tumblr but I just liked things to later view them with the boyfriend or laugh at them again myself.

Honestly, it’s not that fun, just doing that, and not really that fair to people who put effort into their posts like art, music, writing, etc., or even just people who are very passionate about a subject and may want it to reach others that are the same. Because I know I’m like that!

But anyway, this is going to be my new pinned post. So! (More under the cut, please keep reading!)

About Me

You can call me Prowess, I’m a FtM transmasc (he/him please)! I use this space to elevate my personal works, such as art or writing, while also occasionally posting about topics I am passionate about. I realized I was trans in 2020 at the age of 19 years old, in the midst of a pandemic and college fallout, so as you can imagine, I’m still riding the rollercoaster of emotions that come with that. I’m also ADHD... so expect some posts about those sort of things.

But that is hardly the focus! I am big on art and writing. While I am mostly obsessed with Pokemon, I am a lover of stories, and so generally, I love most fiction, even the really bad stuff. Along with my Pokemon stuff, you can expect posts involving ARK: Survival Evolved, The Tales of Miraculous Ladybug & Cat Noir, animated movies (Luca, Toy Story, Spirit - you name it, I probably love it), and plenty of other stuff.

While I have too many older posts to go through and try to sort out the unclean tags, going forward, I am going to use these sort of tags: subject (whatever the post is about, for example, Pokemon), characters depicted, media (whether it’s art, writing, animation, or a mix), and any warnings that may need to go with it (for example, cussing when stronger language is involved, or racism if racism is getting discussed, etc). Memes or one-off posts will likely be tagged with simply “memes.” While this is pretty true for most any blog, this is so you know if you need to block certain tags! For example, if you hate Miraculous Ladybug, you’d just blacklist ‘Miraculous.’

I will also reblog a lot of posts asking for help or boosting awareness. I will try not to inundate the blog with these, but as I will likely have to make a post asking for help at some point myself due to unfortunate irl circumstances, I want to pay it forward in advance. These will be tagged with simply “help needed!”

Below are some projects I’m working on + what you can expect from this blog.

Pokemon Retold

By far, my biggest project to date, is Pokemon Retold.

This is an expansive written anthology of all the pokemon mainline games as far as generation 8. Red, Heart of Gold, Omega Ruby, Platinum, Black, Black 2, Y, Ultra Sun, and Sword are all intended to get rewritten and posted on both my FanFiction.Net and Archive of Our Own accounts. I may also post some chapters here, but I admit Tumblr makes that difficult sometimes.

These stories are very personal to me, as I started writing them when I was struggling in college with undiagnosed ADHD, and felt like my life was falling apart and I was alone. I started writing a retelling of Sword, but the more I wrote, the more disappointed in it I felt, so I started writing Black instead and scrapped Sword altogether.

I’ve had some rough road since, but Black is complete, Black 2 is also complete, and Ultra Sun is (mostly) complete (but with plans to be heavily altered), while Red is underway!

WARNING: These stories can get DARK, and I would rather my readers be over 18. They are not dark with the intent to squick out or upset people, however; they are dark with the intention of exploring thoughts and ideas I find too difficult to think about directly. There are more personalized warnings at the beginnings of each story. With that out of the way, please just try and move on if you find yourself disliking a specific story or part of a story of mine... If you want to give constructive criticism, you are more than welcome, but tearing into me and my writing just because you didn’t like something helps nobody. Keep in mind I write these for fun and as a form of self-therapy throughout some of the worst years of my life.

Furthermore, I edit them a lot. And I do mean a lot. My FFN profile acts as a “changelog” for what has changed in the stories over the course of the time they’ve been posted.

Pokemon Retold posts are tagged “Retold.”

My FFN Profile

My AO3 Profile

Pokemon Retold: Black has been added to TVTropes! I honestly don’t even care that this person digs into it a couple of times, I was so incredibly flattered they took the time to do that at all. (But be warned the page does have some spoilers!) I have no idea if you enjoyed the story or not upon reading over that page, kind stranger lol, but I really appreciate that you took the time to do that nonetheless! <3

Creatively Destructive

This incredibly well-titled story is an idea I have for a retelling of Miraculous Ladybug. I know, I know - absolutely never been done before /s

While I know there has got to be a thousand retellings of this show by now, based on just how.... terrible, the writing is, I want to try anyway. Because I genuinely love the premise of the show! I’m just constantly disappointed by how it seems to never go anywhere with its plot or characters.

So, Creatively Destructive will be a fanfic, and when I have more information on it, I’ll post it under the tag “creatively destructive.”

Roleplays

Me and my boyfriend love to RP a lot. From Monster Hunter to Pokemon, we do a lot of different stories. Sometimes, I really get inspired by what we come up together and I want to share it with others! Be it quick art based on a scene from the RP or a quick rundown of what occurred in an RP, you can catch these in the ‘Prow RP’ tags.

Currently, we are having a lot of fun with an RP based on the Hoenn pokemon games that I am sure I’ll be posting about!

I may also be open to RPs with others in the future :> Don’t be offended that I’m not open to them already... I’m just a very easily overstimulated person.

The Ballad of the ARK

ARK: Survival Evolved is a lot of things. It’s an amazing concept, an open-world game where you befriend dinos and fight alongside tribemates against other tribes, or work together to survive the hostile environment. But the true tragedy of this game goes so much deeper than that, and I want to explore that in writing, starting with my story, my experience, and then graduating to where I think the issue primarily stems from. 

This strange memoir will be posted under the tags of “Ballad of ARK.”

Commissions

I hope to take commissions for art and writing in the future!

However, I need to figure out the parameters of what I’m willing to draw (and what I can feasibly draw), as well as what I can promise when it comes to writing, not to mention pricing.

That’s not to say I’m not open to ideas though! Feel free to message me/send me asks anyway and we’ll see if we can work something out. :)

Although I am not in a financial disaster just yet, I feel like I am not far from one. This is why I hope to try to build on commissions in the future. I know they will never support me, but I would still like to try to be useful and helpful to some. I currently live with my grandmother, having left my abusive home with my father, and although she generously allows me to live with her for the low cost of merely helping with some electricity and my own food, I struggle to remain abovewater financially due to difficulty finding work (thanks to issues with ADHD and physical problems following a bout with COVID in early January 2021).

If you would like to help anyway, feel free to subscribe to my Patreon, or make a one-time payment via PayPal. I promise no matter what or how much it is, your generosity is greatly appreciated!! <3

My Patreon

My PayPal

My Ko-fi

(Note that my Patreon is... very outdated and needs to be updated. I will do that soon!)

[childofchrist1983]

And we know that the Son of God is come, and hath given us an understanding, that we may know him that is true, and we are in him that is true, even in his Son Jesus Christ. This is the true God, and eternal life. - 1 John 5:20 KJV

Through the miracles and generosity of Jesus, we came to know the Lord God our Almighty Savior better.

Through His teachings and ultimate sacrifice, we enlarged and deepened our understanding of Our Lord.

Praise be to Him, within whom everything is contained! The one, the only Lord. Hallelujah and amen!

Father God in Heaven, I thank You for bringing Your only begotten Son and Word to all of mankind.

For revealing Yourself to all so they may hear Your name, and accept You into their hearts and receive You and Your free gift of grace that is eternal salvation.

I also praise the name of Your only begotten Son, Jesus Christ, who is the manifestation of You, Your grace and perfection.

All things in You, O Lord, the Alpha and the Omega! All praise and glory be to You and Your Kingdom in Heaven forevermore! In Your name I humbly pray, Amen and amen

[friendofhayley]

I posted 13,372 times in 2021

102 posts created (1%)

13270 posts reblogged (99%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 130.1 posts.

I added 4,135 tags in 2021

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#1d - 700 posts

#q - 499 posts

#larrie hijinks - 456 posts

#p: cupcake - 362 posts

#me - 321 posts

#fanart - 220 posts

#n <3 - 181 posts

#mcu - 162 posts

#fic rec - 159 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#something just couldn't pass the last rounds of editing. the creative team did their best for you. they gave all the hints they could. they

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Last Hope | 1K

By @slytherinzouis | friendofhayley

♥️♥️

Louis Tomlinson just wanted to go to sleep until Hot Neighbor Guy asked him for a very mysterious favor. Now he has to stay awake while convincing the most sought out couples therapist that he is in love with Harry Styles.

This is a gift for @merrrrrrrrry for the @secretlarryvalentine event! I enjoyed the freedom of you prompt (fluff, and the author’s choice) and would have elaborated more if it wasn’t for those awful Texas storms! I hope you enjoy this fic just for you <3

63 notes • Posted 2021-03-01 02:03:34 GMT

#4

if you can see my reflection on the snow covered hills

by friendofhayley (me)

Length: 16k

“Louis. Seriously.” Lottie stopped Louis’ pacing, taking hold of her shoulders. “You know it’s all based on looks and personality anyway, and you’ve got both to spare.”

Louis nervously nodded her head. Fuck, this would be so much easier if she was a guy. At least then they wouldn’t be judging whether she was too fat or annoying before she even opened her mouth.

Or, the story of five queer girls against the world.

Girl Direction, X-Factor to Hiatus, Explicit

💗Thank you @dryourtearsaway for making this beautiful moodboard! 💗

65 notes • Posted 2021-01-08 15:36:12 GMT

#3

Fans, creators, lend me your eyes! This month was very larrie-focused for me (fics wise) because I was introducing my sweetheart to this wonderful world. So congratulations! Here is my monthly fic rec just for larry fics! 

1. i must admit i thought i’d like to make you mine by @disgruntledkittenface | girl direction - past-Zouis but Zayn isn’t a villain !! - fake relationship (and all that entails) - ✨queer ✨culture - 50k

Louis fell apart when her ex broke up with her and moved across the country. Just as she’s starting to move on, Zayn comes back to town for their mutual friends’ wedding – with a new girlfriend as her plus one.

Blindsided and scrambling to save face, Louis lets herself get talked into a fake relationship with her new friend Harry. Their arrangement makes Louis feel pathetic and embarrassed, but it’s only going to last a few weeks. She just has to get through the wedding – what could happen?

2. don’t want no other shade of blue by @louisisworthit | i love when omega!louis is just mad about everything because #relatable - strangers to enemies (in louis’ mind) to lovers - fantasy royal AU - somewhat arranged marriage - 43k

“All I’ve heard over the past couple of years are rumours of Prince Louis’ kindness, and generosity, and oh, he’s so handsome I can barely pour his tea without shaking!” says Harry, putting on a silly, high-pitched voice for the last bit. Louis’ scowl deepens. “I would already know if you were just another selfish, bratty omega prince. You can’t fool me, darling, but I admire your efforts.”

“As you said,” Louis grits out, “those are only rumours. I assure you, I’m a terrible person.”

3. Per Aspera by sedfierisentio | it’s sad boi hours, y’all - takes place 2016-2019 -  light bdsm - great character/relationship study - lots of references, so it hurts - 10k

Harry hums, but doesn’t say anything for long minutes. Then, still looking away, just a random, indefinite spot on the floor, he whispers, “I like all moments with you, even the nasty ones.” He inhales deeply and adds, voice thin like paper, light as a feather. “I know your bad taste. I know your bitterness and your hurt. I know everything. I love you still, and I can swallow that down.” He turns around to look at him, reaches out, fixes his soft fringe. “Thank you for swallowing mine.”

Louis’s throat feels tight, his heart like a hammer in his chest. You know my rot, he thinks, and I know yours. I love you still.

4. Don’t Have to Be Good to Be My Girl by @homosociallyyours | girl direction - hey megan? thanks for making me realize things while reading this - kink exploration - mild sub drop - daddy Louis - 12k

When Harry discovers her daddy kink quite by accident one night, she's surprised that it's something both she and Louis want to explore further. It takes a lot of talking and some doing, but when it works, it's oh so good.

5. Canyon Moon by @eeveelou | I absolutely loved the world building in this one ! - werewolf AU - arranged marriage - playing with gender - Lion King and thus Hamlet AU - 40k

For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

6. one Sole will Survive by @lt2soon | my knowledge about Survivor is just that Potterless live episode and I was able to follow it! - Survivor au - fake relationship - some great strategizing on what each person would probably do - the amount of times I just wanted them TO JUST KISS AND TALK was astronomical - 70k

Louis would like to believe that nobody witnessed that moment; that it was just for him and Harry. But Louis also knows better. Harry is playing a role that Louis forced him into.

And in a few months, it will be broadcasted to millions of people on their televisions.

7. Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat by @angelichl | this fic was very hot and very feel-y - misunderstandings - a/b/o - these boys need to learn communication!! - I really liked the dynamics between the two, it felt very real and aaaaa!! - 34k

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

8. Bigger Ain’t Always Better! by lovelarry10 | this was !! so incredibly cute -  everything i never knew I wanted - friends with benefits - birthday sex - I’m trying to not add spoilers - 10k

Harry buys Louis a rather naughty birthday present, and they eagerly hurry back to Harry's flat, eager to try it out. Neither of them expect what happens next....

93 notes • Posted 2021-01-28 18:38:04 GMT

#2

I did a lot of rereading this month, so get ready for some classics! Thank you to all fic writers, new and old to their fandoms, for creating worlds for us to run away to! This fic rec includes 6 fics from the Teen Wolf and the Witcher fandoms!

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

1. Together, Unfold by vipertooths | everyone lives AU - idiots in love - oblivious Stiles - 5+1 format - 3k

“Everyone thinks we’re dating.” Derek blinks at him once, twice, thrice. “What?” “Dating. Going steady. An item. Courting. Seeing each other. Romantically ent—” “I know what dating is."

2. #omegaproblems by subnivean | a/b/o - stiles babysits a kid - omega Stiles - Derek is a deputy who doesn’t know how to interact with hot omegas - 12k

Stiles didn't need an alpha. He might want one, though.

3. “Bunnies are cute, Stiles.” by limesnapdragon | werebunny Stiles - Derek is a toasted marshmallow - Scott isn’t a bad friend! hooray! - better S1 - 56k

A season one rewrite where Stiles is the one who gets bitten, not Scott. It doesn't exactly pan out as planned but Stiles has Derek to help him through the weirdness.

4. Sweet Buns by @pantstomatch | aaaaaaaaa this always warm and fuzzy to reread - omega Stiles - misunderstandings (about everything) - childhood enemies to lovers - 17k

Stiles hasn’t seen Derek Hale this close up for over a decade. He looks almost exactly the same, except somehow he seems even bigger and broodier—criminally handsome, with soft-looking dark scruff, heavy brows, light hazel eyes. His gaze zeros in on Stiles almost immediately, and his scowl lightens minutely in what looks like surprise.

Stiles is acutely aware that he has melted butter and cinnamon all over his face, and tries to surreptitiously wipe it with the ends of his sweater-sleeve.

Geraskier (The Witcher)

1. With a Conquering Air by @inexplicifics | Geralt killed some corrupt (monster) kings AU - strangers to friends to lovers - dad Geralt feels!! - found family - 27k

Jaskier arrives at Kaer Morhen knowing his family gave him up without a second thought, and absolutely sure that the dreaded Warlord of the North will value him even less than his own blood did. But the White Wolf and his pack are not what Jaskier expected...and if he's unreasonably lucky, Kaer Morhen might become far more of a home than Lettenhove ever was.

2. Kingdoms Come and Kingdoms Go, Rivers Run and Rivers Flow by @dancinglassie | aaaaaaaaa I will never shut up about how good this AU is!! - river god Jaskier - Geralt please assess situations better!! - river god family dynamics is tbh the best part -  62k

Jaskier's start in life was unfortunate, but sadly not unheard of. He was put in a sack, less than an hour old, and chucked in the river. For many in his position that would of been the end of it, but the Yaruga heard his cut off wail and swept him into her loving embrace.

Less than an hour old and Jaskier had already died and been reborn as the newest child of Mama Yaruga.

125 notes • Posted 2021-03-28 19:07:11 GMT

#1

Sorry for the wait! I feel like I fell into a pit last month...a Marvel pit, that is. Sorry y'all, but in August all I read and rec was Tony-centric stories! Thank you to all the Team Iron Man writers out there! This fic rec includes 17 fics starring WinterIron, IronStrange, FrostIron, and Misc.

WinterIron

1. Still Waters by @tsuki-chibi | i love this author so much - Tony is a silver fox - why do people stand up for Wanda again? - AU of Ultron - 12k

James didn't know what to think when he stumbled across an older version of Tony Stark who claimed to be from the future. He had no idea that agreeing to help Stark to stop the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver would change everything.

2. Classic Sci-Fi by @notdoingsohot | Steve is a bad friend, but we knew this - Loki's a bro but not at all - '40's Bucky is cute af - all the feels - 18k

Bucky wakes up to Steve telling him he's lost his memory, but not to panic, it'll only last a few days. Easier said than done when the last thing Bucky remembers is fighting Hydra with the Howlies in WWII.

He tries to make the most of it however, and there's this guy... Tony Stark. It's pretty clear the guy hates Bucky's guts, which is unfortunate because god damn is he a sight.

He tries to figure out what he did to wrong Stark, but everyone just tells him he doesn't want to know.

3. Changing Fate by Wix | time travel - it's technically pre-slash but it's gay - everyone needs a hug - tried but true trope - 27k

Tony dies in Siberia under the hands of Captain America, but fate doesn't leave it there. He opens his eyes several years earlier amidst the threat of Loki's invasion and the first assembling of the 'Avengers'. Tony may not understand why he got this second chance, but he's going to do better with it - and he's decided that he's going to share it. With a Winter Soldier who could really use a different hand than he was dealt.

Never let it be said that fate doesn't have a sense of humor.

WinterStrange

4. List of Questions (Civil War Team Iron Man) series by izumi2 | this series is so fucking good - there are so many things that did not make sense in any universe that this fic fixes - listen, I wouldn't trust Team Captain America with anything - 28+ parts

Unrelated (or not) one shots. You can read separetely or as part of the same 'universe'.

'What if' situations where questions are raised and answered in an AU.

5. Another Way by @respect-tony-stark | this is literally such a slow burn and it's fucking great - this fic is a balm to my soul that never stops giving - Tony has mental illnesses that needs to be treated!! - #teamironman - 85k+

Everyone assumed things started to fall apart during their Civil War, but Tony could tell dynamics were off way before then. It started after Ultron. Tony was trying to hold onto the pieces just as much as everyone else, but maybe the team didn't want to as much as they thought they did. Tony just hoped that Steve and everyone else would get over Ultron.

Then Tony found out about a certain Winter Soldier and December of 1991. Tony wasn't irrational. He'd give Steve a chance to confess, but there were a lot more things wrong with their team than secrets. It was time for Tony to realize that.

6. A Second Chance (To Get It Right) by DobbyRocksSocks | this is what I wish Endgame had been - hindsight is 20/20 and it's delicious - the Steve & Tony interactions hurt - just crying about Aunt Peggy - 22k

Stephen knows there's only one way to win the war against Thanos. Tony wishes he knew what the hell was happening, and just how he's waking up in 2010 with JARVIS telling him the time and date.

7. Poison in My Veins by ArcticVulpix | listen, watching the What If...? episode right after this made me feel justified - JARVIS loves Sir so much - not SHIELD friendly because fuck them - also the reason why I went on a tangent while showing my partner Iron Man 2 - 2k

What if injecting Tony with an unknown chemical during the Palladium poisoning incident had more realistic consequences? After all, they couldn't know what medication Tony was on. And how it would react to their 'cure'.

JARVIS is not happy.

8. ironstrange vs. the rogues series by imposterhuman | feat. some juicy past-Stony - it's just great to see peeps take Tony's side - Rogues didn't realize how much shit Tony put up with to help them not fail as a team - #teamironman - 13+ parts

the rogue avengers return, only, tony isnt alone this time

9. Tony and the Neurosurgeon by ArcticVulpix | part of a great series [Anyone But Steve Rogers] - cw: mind control and sexual harassment - Clint is a bro - protective JARVIS - 10k

JARVIS would only accept the best for sir. So a doctor who can keep up with Tony's banter and with a high enough intelligence to understand him was pretty high up on the list.

FrostIron

10. Tears by Arabesqueangel | dying after getting rejected from soulmate AU - enemies to lovers - Thor: Ragnarok canon-divergent - Jotunn Loki is best Loki - 11k

Thor says they are headed to Earth. Loki is understandably dreading their arrival. It's not just his own actions on Earth the last time that are causing him pause. It's the knowledge that Tony Stark is his soulmate and he can never know... no matter how much it hurts.

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227 notes • Posted 2021-09-09 02:25:38 GMT

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