#grumpy wolf J

[copper-9spurgatory]

Null: WELL? my deal? dad wanted to create the perfect- superhero! cooked up the MOST advanced android powered by an endless energy source you've ever seen! and once he got a hold of some alien tech! built ME and my baby bro Wrai- ugh... 9... to use'em! I wanted a normal life- he was a good intention pushy jerk... so I took my half finished brother'n fled! and to shorten a long story! I was SUPPOSED to be a guy's "evil counter part" in another universe! so, someone decided to write my destiny- and drove me insane! made me the evil, COMIC book trope-! "I was meant to be!" if it wasn't for the fact the guy I was based on, had a heart! i'd be- I don't wanna THINK about WHAT i'd be! so I'm on a life long repentance tour basically! screwing over the guy'n THING that ruined my life! lol-! as for armed? uh- I have these rings! and several things I PHYSICALLY can't remove from me! unless I can remove ALL my cells- can I put my arms down? now?

Yeah put your arms down, but if you do anything I’ll …I’ll do something. What’s up with people forcing their plans onto their kids, it’s so common it’s concerning me. I’d have two nickels by now.

I got a few ground rules for this planet: one, don’t go near any caves, two, don’t destroy abandoned buildings..it hurts my ears and frankly makes this planet a mess, three don’t get in my way. Am I clear?! Good news, this planet is mostly safe. The only things you have to worry about is me and my squad…and maybe the hostile environment. Blizzards are frequent and the sun is practically nonexistent. Just telling you this now so you don’t expect me to guide you anywhere, I mean this planet is still underdeveloped aside from the colony.

She sighed, the X across her visor disappeared and her eye lights returned. She still had her claws out, still stained with oil. She didn’t dare to look off to the side, by how close she was, taking her eyes off him would make her vulnerable to an attack. According to her.

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tiny exception [pt. 2] - stellaron hunter crew

summary; there's one little exception to the rules of the stellaron hunters...

genre/extra tags; one shot, fluff, a lot of fluff, comedy, children are menaces but it's okay, blade will be punting a kid (/j), rich aunt kafka, silver wolf doesn't know how to handle kids

[platonic] [5-7 year old reader] [gender neutral reader]

[buy me a kofi to support!]

word count; 615

a/n; finally i have finished the part two of this iconic work bc someone requested it. hope you enjoy!

[rule 1; don't bother blade]

this rule really should be obvious. it really should, but kids don't listen to obvious rules.

"why are you so grumpy?"

"because of you."

"that's mean. you're really mean." you sit right on his lap because you felt stubborn today. "and you're stupid." silver wolf stifles a laugh at the sight before her. you and blade glare at each other as you poke at his face like a cat. "and ugly."

"i think you're talking about yourself." anyone who didn't know blade would think, man, he doesn't like this kid. but from the way he holds you gently and the tiny glint of playfulness in his eyes as he talks to you.

"you're so rude! i'm gonna tell kafka!"

you push yourself against him in a weak attempt to tackle him. he only carries you, hands under your armpits as you struggle in his hold.

"you're a little snitch, you know that?" he holds you like a baby this time as you're still kicking your legs and trying to squirm out of his grip to get a chance to get to kafka.

"because you're a big meanie! a big butthead!"

"yeah, yeah."

[rule 2; don't go in kafka's room]

there wasn't really anything incriminating in there. she just didn't like people invading her space and it was normal. but there's always those little exceptions.

"auntie!" you knock on her door, almost a little too loudly. she does open the door, not really fazed since she knows your loud knocks from anywhere.

"what is it, dear?" she's tiredly picking you up, it's clear that she's had a long day but by aeons, she wasn't gonna let that stop her from caring for you.

"can i sleep with you tonight.." you're a little bit embarrassed. you usually stay with silver wolf as her late night working sessions usually help you fall asleep but you haven't seen kafka in the past few days.

"of course you can. i would never say no." her hand pats against your back, comforting you and starting to lull you into a sleep. she lets you rest your head on her shoulder, humming, "i'll be doing a little bit before we lay down. just sleep, baby."

"i like your room, auntie.. i like being with you." you mumbled tiredly. you rest against her as she sits down at her desk, still holding you.

"i like being with you too."

[rule 3; let silverwolf focus when she's playing her games]

something about children and always wondering what games you got on your phone always has silverwolf reeling away from you when she goes to play her games. it took her longest to get used to your bright presence. honestly, children were not really any of their forte. you were an unexpected (yet expected) part of the crew even if you didn't do much (yet).

she usually kept herself away but today was different. she offered to play with you. as it was almost out of character of her, you immediately accepted. and you played a two player co-op game. she was more focused than you were but you didn't mind.

you weren't doing well in the game as your character died multiple times during this boss battle (that was set to medium for you but co-op gave it more health and different battle patterns). you watched as silverwolf tried her best to pull through.

"you can do it!" you had said in the heat of the moment, but her finger slipped and you both lost. "i'm sorry!"

she's a little bit frustrated being so close to the end but she lets out a tired sigh. "it's okay."

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfic - Stronger

Words: 627

@wolfstarmicrofic

This was written as a response to multiple people asking what Remus did in fourth year after the Moon-Grumpy fic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/58156276) but it can also be read as a stand alone!

🌙✨🌙✨🌙

The first time Remus tried firewhisky, he hated it. It was stronger than he expected, and within half an hour he was good and tipsy, and tipsy Remus liked to talk.

James, equally tipsy, found this fascinating. He was so used to Remus holding himself back. It was like getting to see a whole new side of him, and it was so endearing.

“What are we doing for Hogsmeade next week? I need to go to Honeydukes. Need.” Remus said, lying on his bed with his eyes closed. Pete had gone to throw up, and Sirius had been dared to sit on Marlene’s lap for fifteen minutes, half an hour ago.

“You not going with Em?” James was propped against his trunk, grinning.

Remus laughed softly, “No, I’m not.”

“Is she busy?” James asked. “Too busy for you?”

“Nah.” Remus paused, “We broke up.”

“You what?!” James yelled. “When did this happen?”

“About two hours ago.” Remus wanted to curl up into a ball, roll off the bed and roll away into the distance where James wasn’t about to interrogate him about his failed relationship.

“Moony! What the fuck?” James crawled across the room to sit next to Remus’ bed. “Are you alright?”

Remus shrugged, “Yeah, I think so. I didn’t see it coming, but I’m also… I don’t know. I thought I’d be more bothered.”

James studied his face, “So, what happened?”

“Oh, we just… drifted apart, I guess.” Remus wished he was having this conversation sober. It would be so much easier to lie sober.

“Well, that’s bullshit, because she was up here reading with you last night.” James continued to stare at him. “So what really happened?”

“She noticed something about me, and it bothered her. When she asked me about it, I didn’t deny it, so she broke up with me.”

“Is this— Moony did she— She dumped you because you’re a werewolf?”

Remus spluttered and sat up, “No, of course not! Jesus Christ, Prongs! She dumped me because I’m in love with Sirius.” James blinked at him, as the realisation of what he’d just said dawned on Remus’ face. “Oh. Oh no, no. Wait—”

“You are?” Remus didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’t James looking at him like he’d just announced the birth of a child. He said nothing. “Moony?”

Remus nodded slowly, “I think so.”

“Since when?” James looked way too happy about this. Remus had so many regrets. He wondered if there was a nomadic tribe in Mongolia that would accept a werewolf. Probably not. They’d never trust a wolf around the sheep.

“Maybe since forever. I don’t really know.” Remus rolled his eyes as James let out an excited yelp. “It doesn’t bother you?”

“That you fancy Pads and not me?” James grinned, “Well, there’s no accounting for taste, mate.”

“Tosser.” He muttered, “No, that I’m … queer?”

“Oh, that? No, of course not.” James tried to stand up unsuccessfully.

“And you won’t tell him, right? You won’t tell anyone?”

“I reserve the right to tell this story on two occasions. When you start dating, and when I’m the best man at your wedding. The two of you have to duel to see who gets me.” James managed to hold onto the bedpost and was finally on his feet.

“When?”

“Pads could do a lot worse than you.” James shrugged. “And you could do a lot better than Pads.”

“Thank you?” Remus squinted at him. “Firewhisky is fucking lethal.”

At that moment, Sirius burst into the room with a purple hickey blooming on his neck. “Good evening!”

James looked at Remus sympathetically before turning to indulge Sirius in whatever bullshit he was about to announce. Remus sighed, back to pretending.

[remuslupinsdaughter]

Christmas

Dad Remus x daughter

Christmas fluff with the family

It’s cold here today so I’m going home instantly festive

It was a cold Christmas Eve at Grimmauld place, Iris was decorating the tree with the twins, Ginny and Hermione, she carefully placed the glass baubles on the branches of the tree, “ok now we just need to get the star on top” Iris said picking up the star and reaching up, stretching on her tip toes but not being quite tall enough to reach. “I need a chair” Iris said turning to grab one then was stopped by Remus, “nonsense we just need a bit of teamwork” he said smiling, Iris laughed and climbed onto her fathers shoulders squealing and laughing as he stood up and she tried to keep her balance, Hermione quickly snapped a Polaroid as Iris placed the star on the top of the tree and Remus put her down again. “Now that is a good looking tree” Fred said looking at it, “still think it would’ve been quicker to just use magic” Ron grumbled, “now where’s the Christmas spirit in that?!” Iris said smiling, Ron just rolled his eyes.

“I’m home troops!” Arthur shouted as he walked through the doors, “and I bring muggle gifts!” Everyone gathered round to see what Arthur had brought home with him, George picked up a case of four drinks, “woah what are these” he said, “J…2…0? What a weird name” Fred said reading the label, “it’s shiny!” Ginny said pointing at the liquid inside the bottles, “is it a potion dad?” Fred asked shaking the bottle, “it’s glitter guys look” Iris said looking at the label, “glitter berry” “these are really good I stole one once when I was at the Dursleys one year” Harry said, “right you lot move out the way, go and set the table” Molly said shooing them out the kitchen.

Iris snuck upstairs with Hermione to finish wrapping presents, “hi Kreacher” Iris greeted the grumpy house elf as she skipped up the stairs, she often felt sorry for the house elf and tried to be nice to him whenever she could, even if she only got a growl in response. Just as Iris began wrapping up her dads present the door opened, “DON’T COME IN” Iris and Hermione shouted in unison, “why what are you up to in there? Are you ok?” Remus said as he started to push the door open more, Iris jumped to her feet and pushed the door back, “we’re wrapping presents and you’ll ruin your surprise so shoo” she said pushing the door fully closed, Remus scoffed a laugh and walked back downstairs.

After dinner everyone was settled in front of the fire talking and laughing, Fred and George were stealing wine from the kitchen and Hermione was plaiting Ginny’s hair. Iris sat next to her dad and leant into his side, Remus put his arm around her and carried on chatting to Sirius and Arthur, they started talking about the order to which Iris groaned and rolled her eyes, Remus looked down at her “everything alright?” He asked, “no order talk it’s Christmas for gods sake! I bet even you know who has a little tree and a mulled wine in whatever creepy hole he’s hiding in” she said to them in an irritated tone, Sirius stifled a laugh, “sorry little wolf, I promise no more order talk” he said with a wink.

“Right you lot! It’s late off to bed” Arthur said clapping his hands, everyone groaned, “come on dad it’s Christmas Eve” Ginny whined, “yeah come on Arthur half an hour longer please” Iris pleaded, “I gave you that nearly two hours ago” he said, Ginny and Iris slouched in their seats, Remus chuckled, “come on do as Arthur says, off to bed”, Iris grumbled up at him and stood up following the others up to bed, “goodnight, and lights out! If you start talking we’ll hear you!” Molly called after them. Iris, Hermione and Ginny walked in their shared room giggling excitedly about tomorrow, “I’m so excited I can’t sleep!” Ginny said changing into her pyjamas and climbing into bed, “me too” Iris said sitting up in her bed, “I hope it snows tonight” Iris says smiling, Hermione gasps “oh I hope so! I’ve never had a white Christmas”.

Soon enough Christmas Day rolled around, Iris and Ginny woke up first and were whispering excitedly, they checked the time, seven am, “that’s not too early right?” Ginny whispered, “I think we’re being quite generous” Iris replied laughing, “I’ll wake my brothers up you wake up your dad and uncle” Ginny says then throws a pillow at Hermione, “what” she groans, “wake up sleepyhead it’s Christmas” Iris says giggling, Hermione laughs tiredly, “come on we need your help waking everyone up” Ginny said pulling on her slippers.

They tiptoed out the room, Hermione and Ginny creeping up the stairs to the boys rooms and Iris snuck into her fathers room just down the hall from hers, she leapt onto his bed and hugged him as tight as she could “merry Christmas dad” she said giggling, Remus smiled, his eyes still shut and wrapped his arm around her, “merry Christmas sweetheart” he said his voice still thick with sleep, he squished her close to his chest and faked a snore, Iris laughed “noooo I still need to wake up uncle Pads” she said trying to break out of his grip, Remus reluctantly released his grip on her and Iris leapt out the bed before he changed his mind, “meet us downstairs” she said and ran out the room, she was greeted by a yawning Ron thumping down the stairs, “dads awake, just getting Sirius now” she said grinning at Hermione who smiled back and nodded.

Iris carefully opened the door but Sirius was already awake, “oh uncle Pads you’re awake” Iris said as she saw Sirius sat fully dressed in the large armchair in the corner of his room by the window smoking a cigar. He smiled up at her and extended his arm at her, she skipped over and sat with him in the armchair snuggling into his side, “are you ok uncle Pads?” She asked looking up at him, “Christmas wasn’t as fun for me when I was a child, brings back some memories which aren’t as nice” he says looking out the window and tapping the excess ash off his cigar. “Well this Christmas is going to be your best one ever, we got you a stocking and presents” Iris said grinning up at him, Sirius smiled back and ruffled her hair gently, Iris stood up, “I’ll see you downstairs I need to organise the presents into piles” she said and ran out the room.

Iris sprinted down the stairs and was pulled to a stop by her dad, “Iris don’t run you’ll hurt yourself” he said sternly, Iris took off running again shouting a “sorry!” As she sped off towards the living room where the tree is, Iris started to organise the presents into piles for each person laying their stockings next to them, “breakfast everyone!” Molly shouted from the kitchen, Iris finished the piles and went to the kitchen, everyone except Sirius was there, Iris made sure to set aside a cup of tea and some eggs and bacon for him, everyone wolfed breakfast down as the parents were dragged to the presents by their children. Iris told everyone where to sit in front of their present piles, she frowned when Sirius still hadn’t appeared.

Everyone began opening their stockings that were full of sweets and chocolates and small zonko products. Just as Iris was about to lose hope and put Sirius’ things back under the tree, he appeared, Iris grinned and grabbed the tea and plate of breakfast off the side, she gave them to him, “I saved you some breakfast before the twins scoffed it” Sirius smiled and took his spot next to his pile, he teared up slightly but shook it off. “Merry Christmas uncle Pads” Iris said smiling at him, “merry Christmas little wolf”.

[tdp-fandom]

Ship List

The current, up-to-date ship list in alphabetical order (the excel is still a WIP)

A

Aarabeia (Aaravos x Zubeia)

Aaradael (Aaravos x Kim'dael) → alt. Aavadael

Aaraditi (Aaravos × Aditi)

Aarajanne (Aaravos x Lujanne) → alt. Lujaaravos

Aarasordia (Aaravos x Soren x Claudia)

Aarathari (Aaravos x Ethari)

Aaravessa (Aaravos x Khessa)

Aaravum (Aaravos x Callum) → alt. Callumvos, Callavos, Aaralum

Aarazandum (Aaravos x Avizandum)

Aarrow (Aaravos x Harrow)

Aaruthari (Aaravos x Runaan x Ethari) → alt. Arunari

Aaviruthari (Aaravos x Viren x Runaan x Ethari)

Ameli (Amaya x Opeli) → alt. Opaya

Ameleeda (Amaya x Opeli x Fareeda)

Anneha (Annika x Neha)

Avibeia (Avizandum x Zubeia)

B

Barianne (Barius x Lujanne)

Barpeli (Barius x Opeli) → alt. Oparius, Opelius

Bayla (Bait x Rayla)

Bella (Bait x Stella) → alt. Baitella

Bladeship (Allen (Big Sword Guy) x Tristan (Sunforge Dagger Guy))

Bloodfeather (Bloodmoon Huntress x Redfeather (Moonshadow elf from Scumport) → alt. Redael

Breakfast Guards (Grumpy Guard Lady x Two Eggs and a Sausage Man) → alt. Grumpy Sausage

Bym (Bait x Zym)

C

Calbis (Callum x Ibis)

Calcos (Callum x Marcos)

Caljanne (Callum x Lujanne)

Callaanya (Callum x Aanya)

Callis (Callum x Ellis)

Callow (Calum x Harrow)

Callyx (Callum x Nyx) → alt. Nyum

Calmaya (Callum x Amaya)

Calrai (Callum x Sarai)

Calren (Callum x Soren) → alt. Sorum

Claarasef (Claudia x Aaravos x Kasef)

Claaravos (Claudia x Aaravos) → alt. Claravos, Claudivos, Clauravos

Claudiez (Claudia x Ezran) → alt. Ezdia, Claudizren

Claudium (Claudia x Callum) → alt. Calludia, Claullum

Clazi (Claudia x Kazi)

Clyx (Claudia x Nyx)

Corjanne (Corvus x Lujanne)

Cormaya (Corvus x Amaya)

Corpeli (Corvus x Opeli) → alt. Corveli, Copeli

Corstan (Corvus x Tristan (Sunforge Dagger Guy))

Corvia (Corvus x Claudia)

Corviren (Corvus x Viren)

Corvyx (Corvus x Nyx)

Crowbis (Crow Master x Ibis)

Crowcos (Crow Master x Marcos)

Crowdia (Crow Master x Claudia)

Crowgren (Crow Master x Gren)

Crowlum (Crow Master x Callum)

Crowvus (Crow Master x Corvus)

Crowyx (Crow Master x Nyx)

Crowzi (Crow Master x Kazi)

D

Doctorjanne (Animal Doctor x Lujanne)

Domigrin (Domina Profundis x Finnegrin)

E

Elavos (Elarion x Aaravos)

Ellaanya (Ellis x Aanya) → alt. Aanellis, Aanyellis

Elva (Ellis x Ava)

Ezclaarafinlis (Ezran x Claudia x Aaravos x Finnegrin x Ellis)

Ezraanya (Ezran x Aanya) → alt. Ezranya, Enya

Ezraanellis (Ezran x Aanya x Ellis) → alt. Crown Wolf

Ezravos (Ezran x Aaravos)

Ezrayllym (Ezran x Rayla x Zym)

Ezllum (Callum x Ezran) → alt. Calran, Bromance

Ezrayla (Ezran x Rayla)

Ezrex (Ezran x Rex Igneous)

Ezris (Ezran x Ellis) → alt. Ezlis, Ellizran, Ellran, Ellzran

Ezrym (Ezran x Zym)

Ezthan (Ezran x N'than)

F

Fareli (Fareeda x Opeli) → alt. Opereeda

Fengren (Fen x Gren)

Findivos (Finnegrin x Claudia x Aaravos)

Finraydiumvos (Finnegrin x Rayla x Claudia x Callum x Aaravos)

Finnaudia (Finnegrin x Claudia)

Finnavos (Finnegrin x Aaravos)

Finndael (Finnegrin x Kim'dael)

Finnlum (Finnegrin x Callum) → alt. Callgrin

Finnyx (Finnegrin x Nyx)

Floling (Florian x Ahling)

G

Grazi (Gren x Kazi) → alt. Karen, Grezi, Kazen

Gremaya (Gren x Amaya) → alt. Grenmaya

Gremayavus (Gren x Amaya x Corvus) → alt. Corvamagren

Grenavos (Gren x Aaravos) → alt. Grenvos

Grenius (Barius x Gren) → alt. Strawberry Tart

Grenpeli (Gren x Opeli)

Grenpelvus (Gren x Opeli x Corvus)

Grenvus (Gren x Corvus)

Grinwood (Finnegrin x Elmer) → alt. Deadgrin

Gryx (Gren x Nyx)

H

Harius (Harrow x Barius) → alt. Harrius

Harrai (Harrow x Sarai)

Hennyx (Hendyr x Nyx)

I

Ibia (Ibis x Claudia)

Ibisoren (Ibis x Soren)

Ibyx (Ibis x Nyx)

J

Jamayen (Janai x Amaya x Gren)

Janaya (Janai x Amaya) → alt. Jamaya

Jandael (Janai x Kim'dael)

Jarim (Janai x Karim)

Jazi (Kazi x Janai)

K

Kardael (Kim'dael x Karim) → alt. Kimdim

Kariyana (Karim x Miyana) Kasren (Kasef x Soren)

Kasyx (Kasef x Nyx) → alt. Nysef

Kaudia (Kasef x Claudia) → alt. Kadia, Clausef, Casef

Khessamaya (Khessa x Amaya) → alt. Khemaya

Khessarai (Khessa x Sarai)

Kimaaraditi (Kim'dael x Aaravos x Aditi)

Kimaya (Kim'dael x Amaya)

Kimditi (Kim'dael (The Bloodmoon Huntress) x Aditi) → alt. Adael, Bloodsun, Kaditi, Hotblooded, Boundblood, Bloodfire, Kimaditi

Kimjanaya (Kim'dael x Janai x Amaya) → alt. Janayel

Kimrayvos (Kim'dael x Rayla x Aaravos)

L

Laidrin (Lain x Tiadrin) → alt. Tialain, Laindrin

Laidriruthari (Lain x Tiadrin x Runaan x Ethari) → alt. Polymoon

Lainaanthari (Lain x Runaan x Ethari)

Leolavos (Leola x Aaravos)

Leolia (Leola x Claudia)

Lirai (Lissa x Sarai)

Liren (Viren x Lissa (Viren’s Ex-wife)) → alt. Vissa, Virex

Lunbeia (Luna Tenebris x Zubeia)

Luditi (Luna Tenebris x Aditi)

Lujallen (Lujanne x Allen (Big Sword Guy) → alt. Swordjanne

Lujoren (Lujanne x Soren) → alt. Sorjanne

Lupeli (Lujanne x Opeli)

M

Marayla (Marcos x Rayla)

Miyanai (Miyana x Janai)

N

Nthellis (N'than x Ellis)

O

Orphavos (Orphan Queen x Aaravos)

P

Pharavos (Aaravos x Pharos (Sunfire Priest)) → alt. Aarafire

Pharessa (Pharos x Khessa) → alt. Khessafire, Kheshevi (based on Zahevi, Sunfire Priest’s fanon name)

Pyrraanya (Pyrah x Aanya)

Pyrren (Pyrrah x Soren) → alt. Sorrah

R

Raydia (Rayla x Claudia)

Raydimaya (Rayla x Claudia x Amaya)

Raydium (Rayla x Claudia x Callum)

Raydivos (Rayla x Claudia x Aaravos)

Raydrin (Rayla x Tiadrin)

Raylagrin (Rayla x Finnegrin) → alt. Raygrin

Raylavos (Rayla x Aaravos)

Rayllum (Rayla x Callum) → alt. Cayla

Rayllumgrin (Rayla x Callum x Finnegrin)

Rayllumnaan (Rayla x Callum x Runaan)

Rayllumyx (Rayla x Callum x Nyx)

Raylon (Rayla x Warlon)

Raylym (Rayla x Zym)

Raylyx (Rayla x Nyx) → alt. Nyla

Raymaya (Rayla x Amaya) → alt. Rayaya

Rayvus (Rayla x Corvus)

Regicide (Thunder x Harrow)

Rugren (Runaan x Gren)

Rexavibeia (Rex Igneous x Avizandum x Zubeia)

Rexbeia (Rex Igneous x Zubeia) → alt. Zubex

Rexla (Rex Igneous x Rayla)

Runaavos (Runaan x Aaravos)

Runallum (Runaan x Callum) → alt. Calnaan

Runaudia (Runaan x Claudia)

Runayla (Runaan x Rayla) → alt. Raynaan, Rayaan

Runeli (Runaan x Opeli)

Ruren (Runaan x Soren) → alt. Sornaan, Rusoren

Rubithari (Runaan x Ibis x Ethari)

Ruthari (Runaan x Ethari) → alt. Runari, Ethaan, Tinkaan

Ruthless (Villads x Ruth)

Ruthlyx (Ruth x Villads x Nyx)

S

Sabos (Sabah (the sunfire elf who helped Marcos get up) x Marcos) → alt. Sabcos

Sabozi (Sabah (see above) x Marcos x Kazi)

Salvir (Viren x Saleer)

Saradrin (Sarai x Tiadrin)

Saravos (Sarai x Aaravos)

Sarex (Sarai x Callum’s father)

Sarmaya (Sarai x Amaya) → alt. Amarai

Sarpeli (Sarai x Opeli)

Solard (Sol Regem x Ziard)

Solarstorm (Sol Regem x Avizandum)

Solregnius (Sol Regem x Rex Igneous) → alt. Sol Igneous

Soravos (Soren x Aaravos)

Sorayla (Soren x Rayla)

Sorayllum (Soren x Rayla x Callum)

Sorbeia (Soren x Zubeia)

Sorcos (Soren x Marcos)

Sorcrow (Soren x Crow Master)

Sordia (Soren x Claudia) → alt. Clauren

Sordianyx (Soren x Claudia x Nyx)

Sorez (Soren x Ezran) → alt. Ezoren

Sorezravos (Soren x Ezran x Aaravos)

Sorgren (Soren x Gren) → alt. Sogren

Sorgrenvus (Soren x Gren x Corvus)

Sorgrin (Soren x Finnegrin)

Sormer (Soren x Elmer)

Sorpeli (Soren x Opeli)

Sorrow (Soren x Harrow) → alt. Harren

Sorvir (Soren x Viren)

Sorvirdia (Soren x Viren x Claudia) → alt. Virsordia

Sorvus (Soren x Corvus)

Soryx (Soren x Nyx) → alt. Sornyx, Sorenyx, Snyx, Sonyx, Nyxren

Sorzi (Soren x Kazi)

Sorzym (Soren x Zym)

Stayla (Stella x Rayla)

Sunny Eggs (Two Eggs and a Sausage Man x Lux Aurean Guard who is impressed with him) → alt. Solar Breakfast

T

Tayllum (Taylor x Callum)

Terllum (Terry x Callum)

Terraydium (Terry x Rayla x Claudia x Callum)

Terrezran (Terry x Ezran)

Terridia (Terry x Claudia) → alt. Clauderry, Clerry, Clarry, Darkoak, Darktree, Terria, Claudry, Darkblood, Clauterry, Clauterria, Claudy, Clauerry

Terridium (Terry x Claudia x Callum)

Terryvos (Terry x Aaravos)

Tervirdia (Terry x Viren x Claudia)

Tijato (Tijana (Katolian soldier stationed near Lux Aurea) x Osato (Karim’s childhood friend))

Tressef (Tressal (dark mage from ToX) x Kasef)

Tristayla (Tristan (Sunforge Dagger Guy) x Rayla)

V

Varrai (Viren x Harrow x Sarai)

Vibis (Viren x Ibis)

Vilaidrin (Viren x Lain x Tiadrin)

Villanne (Villads x Lujanne)

Villen (Viren x Villads) → alt. Virrads

Villyx (Villads x Nyx) → alt. Villnyx

Vilruthyx (Villads x Ruth x Nyx) → alt. Villuthyx

Vinaan (Viren x Runaan) → alt. Virunaan

Vinnegrin (Viren x Finnegrin)

Vipp'ar (Viren x Kpp'ar)

Viranya (Viren x Aanya) → alt. Aanyen

Viravos (Viren x Aaravos)  → alt. Virravos, Aaraviren

Viraydia (Viren x Rayla x Claudia)

Viraydium (Viren x Rayla x Claudia x Callum)

Virayla (Viren x Rayla) → alt. Raren

Virayllum (Viren x Rayla x Callum)

Virayvos (Viren x Rayla x Aaravos)

Vircos (Viren x Marcos)

Vircrow (Viren x Crow Master)

Virdael (Viren x Kim'Dael (The Bloodmoon Huntress) → alt. Virblood

Virdia (Viren x Claudia) → alt. Clauren

Virdirayllum (Viren x Claudia x Rayla x Callum)

Virdisoravos (Viren x Claudia x Soren x Aaravos)

Virdivos (Viren x Claudia x Aaravos) → alt. Virdiavos, Aaravirdia, Viraaudia, Claviravos

Virenpuff (Viren x Sir Sparklepuff)

Virezandum (Viren x Avizandum) → alt. Thiren

Virkhessa (Viren x Queen Khessa) → alt. Viressa, Kherren

Virpeli (Viren x Opeli) → alt. Vireli, Opiren, Viropeli

Virry (Viren x Terry) → alt. Virestrius

Virsef (Viren x Kasef) → alt. Viref

Vireeda (Viren x Fareeda)

Virez (Viren x Ezran)

Virgren (Viren x Gren) → alt. Vigren

Viriard (Ziard x Viren)

Virrai (Virren x Sarai)

Virrius (Viren x Barius)

Virrow (Viren x Harrow) → alt. Varrow, Harren

Virrowvos (Viren x Harrow x Aaravos) → alt. Virrowavos

Virsoravos (Viren x Soren x Aaravos)

Virum (Viren x Callum) → alt. Caren, Virenum

Virumvos (Viren x Callum x Aaravos)

Virunavos (Viren x Runaan x Aaravos)

Viruthari (Viren x Runaan x Ethari) → alt. Virunari

Vissaharrai (Viren x Lissa (Viren’s ex-wife) x Harrow x Sarai) → alt. Virexarrai

Vissavos (Viren x Lissa (Viren’s ex-wife) x Aaravos) → alt. Virexavos

Vithari (Viren x Ethari)

W

Warthari (Warlon x Ethari)

Z

Zarex (Avizandum x Rex Igneous) → alt. Rexandum

Ziarditi (Ziard x Aditi)

Ziravos (Ziard x Aaravos) → alt. Ziardavos, Ziarvos

Zumina (Zubeia x Domina Profundis)

[nanowired-lover]

LUPIN III's Pokemon Teams

Okay, I'm having thoughts about Lupin III and Pokémon, so I tried to make some Pokémon teams / lore with my sweet Pokémon nerd girlfriend.

There are probably a few Pokémon lore mistakes bc I tried to synthesize and my gf knows more than me, plus probably a few mistranslations since I mostly know Pokémon in french, but bear with me !

Aipom : It's just. It's just Lupin. There are a LOT MORE monkey Pokémons than I thought, but Aipom matches the most. It's his best friend. He probably got him a matching suit because it's cute and fun and Aipom loves this.

Even if Gholdengo has been here the longest time because he inherited it, Aipom was his first real pokemon. He just found it as a kid and they became friends because they “recognized” each other, to his father dismay.

Klefti : The whole escape thing. I hesitated to give it to Zenigata, bc of the whole prison cell vibes, but I loved the more whimsical idea of Lupin having the key to every door : his Klefti.

He got it during his heists ! The lil thing probably followed him around after an adventure because it helped Lupin escapes, and Arsène just took it in since he got attached. (I also just really like that pokemon)

Gholdengo : It's a treasure pokemon really. It's made of gold and it looks silly. Fujiko probably tried to steal it from him sometimes until at one point where Lupin got genuinely upset about it, much to her surprise, and she stopped. She still makes jokes about it, but Lupin knows it's jokes. It was there before Aipom, so it's more like an old friend.

Lupin probably inherited from his grandpa of Gimmighoul and got attached to it, and later in life, as he started to travel, tried to find others to have a Gholdengo. And he did it :) He was so happy when it was finally evolving, because it meant that his friend grew up with him, and he did better with it than his grandpa.

NOT PICTURED HERE : Lupin is linked to Ho oh. He's a lucky bastard and the main character. Ho oh probably saved him in situation where Lupin's intelligence and talent couldn't save him anymore (think the scene at the end of Lupin III : The First where he could've died in the Eclipse explosion). There's a strong mutual respect between them, but Lupin, being silly, want to pet the bird, which get him to get pecked in the hair for being annoying. Ho oh never stays but look after him.

(I have no/less lore for his team but anyway)

Clawitzer : AKA a shrimp with guns. Its name in French is literally Gamblast. It's the first pokemon that came in my mind when I was thinking guns. Probably his first pokemon he caught with Lupin. I just pictured young Lupin being like "CATCH IT. IT'S LIKE YOU FR" "BUT I DON'T HAVE A POKEMON" "OKAY I'LL FIGHT IT FOR U" "WHAT."

Honchkrow : Jigen Pokemon sona ? /j No but really, it's the hat and the chest looking like a beard and the color palette that made me think of Jigen. The thing is probably as grumpy as he is, but like Jigen, actually a fucking softy. Jigen passed out in its feathers multiple times because it's so good. Hug a big bird, I beg you, it's so warm.

Lycanroc : Listen. If you know me irl, you know that I'm insane about the allegories and metaphors about wolves / wild dogs. I love people writing Jigen like an old feral dog, so loyal and so angry, like. Gah. So of course I had to give him a wolf/dog pokemon. What's better than literally a Lycanroc. He probably met it when they were staying in Alola for a heist, a night he couldn't sleep and just. Stared at each other. A weird recognition happening.

Lupin probably found him multiple times, treating that edgy looking dog like a good lil doggy when none is looking, bc that's what both Jigen and Lycanroc deserve. He loves it and took pictures because it's adorable.

NOT PICTURED HERE : we had a thought with Micka (my gf) how he was linked to Raikou. It's mostly because Lupin is linked to Ho oh, and I'm sorry, but I don't know the lore enough to really explain it, I just believe my wife. But they probably don't really get along, in a funny way. We had a whole scene where they were yelling at each others, Raikou roaring and at one point Jigen roaring back, Lupin wanted to interrupt bc what the fuck Jigen, and Jigen just "roared" at him, making him jump LMFAO. Jigen then disappeared in his hat of shame because yes indeed, what the fuck Jigen. (Raikou was pleased)

(okay, not too much lore either, I think. But I wanted a team that was Combat and/or Dragon based for Goe)

Magikarp : *sigggggh* Listen… I was going to give him Gyarados, but I had a laughing fit about him finding a Magikarp and getting weirdly attached to it. It's the only pokemon he keeps in a pretty and high quality pokeball bc he wants to keep it safe. He loves his weird pathetic red fish but gets quickly flustered and embarrassed when someone noticed that it's his fav baby. He tries to train it to become a Gyarados, bc Magikarp wants to be a Gyarados (and make papa proud !) but... it sucks so much it's funny.

Greninja/Lucario/Sawk : he had them in his samurai training and adventures. Honestly, a lot of pokemons would have fit Goemon too but those 3 were the ones that stand out to me. There's a whole respectful dynamic between them, and they don't have any pokeballs, so they wander a lot. He rarely has the 3 of them together, most of the time he has one, but they will always come if he needs them.

(also Greninja is one of my favorite pokemon and starter and idk why I really like Sawk)

He can make his Lucario Mega Evolve, but he doesn't do it much out of respect and trust since it's always a mess. (also if Magikarp ever evolves… he would definitely be able to Mega Evolve it)

Drampa : it's an old Asian dragon, it fits him. Probably also a comfort pokemon since Drampa is very calm and placid, so it wraps around him to calm him down when he feels like exploding (think also about the autistic HC for Goemon and Drampa being a fucking. weighted blanket)

NOT PICTURED HERE : Goe is definitely linked to Rayquaza. The mental image is way too cool to let it pass. The first time Rayquaza appeared during a fight, Lupin (being Goemon biggest hypeman) cheered so loudly that Goemon was quickly red of embarrassment.

(I really don't have much for Fujiko my bad)

Nickit : okay, I haven't played to Pokemon SW/SH at ALL, so I don't know much about pokemons from Galar (except Runerigus being one of my favorite pokemon), but when I saw this fox ? I knew it was for Fujiko. It's a thief fox. She actually deserves all the foxes of the game, and I hesitated to give her Vulpix or Ninetales, but Vulpix is too… cute. And Ninetales is related to yokai and even if it's basically Fujiko as a yokai, I didn't want to go for this vibe. Also, I hesitated to give her Braixen/Delphox bc I called mine Fujiko as I restarted Pokemon X/Y, but. heh. It doesn't really match.

Cofagrigus : My gf told me to put this one to remind the fact that Fujiko loves gold and treasure… but she can be scary powerful sometimes. And she would love to have a partner that can remind people of that. A bit like when she grabs Goemon around to be her scary bodyguard.

She takes really good care of it, and it LOVES her so much. A bit too protective, and scary, but also very silly since it's following her like her shadow and obey her to the spot.

Mienshao : I want a ""lady"" pokemon since Fujiko's hyperfeminity is important to her character (even if it's been used grossly too many times. Fujiko sweetie i'm so sorry you've been written by a misogynistic man). But also one that fitted her fighting style and presence. She probably trains with it, not only for pokemon fights, but for actual martial combat technics !

NOT PICTURED HERE : As Jigen is being linked to Raikou because Lupin was chosen by Ho oh, Fujiko is linked to Suicune. And if you want to know where Entei is, it's linked to my gf's OC Zack who made his way into the polycule in the RP we're doing 😔

Stoutland : This is basically him a Pokemon. The police force insisted he take an Arcanine since it's basically the police's pokemon in the pokemon world, but Zenigata still felt icky about being associated with the police all the time (this is an ACAB blog. Zenigata is just fucking naive and old-fashioned and fixated on the Lupin's chase). But he still had to have a dog pokemon to work with him. So he just. Insisted on having his family dog.

The Stoutland is an old, silly, determined dog. A bit like Zenigata and very loyal to him BUUUUT can be bribed with good food and pets, much to Zenigata exasperation, because Lupin managed to befriend the doggy.

Honedge : LISTENNNNNN AEGISLASH IS MY FAVORITE POKEMON. AND I LOVE ALL OF HIS EVOLUTION CHAIN. But !! To me, he has an old Honedge who never got to evolve because his previous owners (Zeni's family) didn't take care of it and just. Exposed it as a trophy. Then when Zenigata got him, the poor thing was too tired and old to actually fight and gain experience. But it still wanted to go on an adventure with Zenigata !! And Zenigata did give him some fantastic adventures.

And it's an obvious reference to Zenigata's jutte, bc I really picture him holding Honedge like his jutte.

NOT PICTURED HERE : as the rest of the gang, Zenigata is linked to a legendary pokemon. And it's Lugia. Mostly because it's the complimentary legendary pokemon of Lupin's Ho oh ! When they found out, it was when Lugia saved Zenigata from drowning during a chase happening at sea. While he was in awe and being emotional about it, Lupin was VIBRATING with excitement when he saw that. Because !! Zenigata was right !!! It's fate that they are rivals !!! It's amazing !!!

Anyway, I could go into a bigger rant about it, but it's already very long !

[ncisfranchise-source]

Gibbs’ Rule #8: Never take anything for granted. That one hit us hard when Leroy Jethro Gibbs (Mark Harmon), the sometimes grumpy but always gutsy special agent in charge of NCIS, unexpectedly retired to go fishing in Alaska in 2021. We’ll get another chance to appreciate the “grab your gear” guy in NCIS: Origins, a 1991-set prequel in which the young Gibbs (Austin Stowell) starts work at what was then known as NIS at the Camp Pendleton office in California. The icing? Harmon returns to narrate.

“Mark Harmon has done a job that actors dream to do. He’s captured the world and so that is just slightly daunting,” says Stowell who watched numerous episodes to prepare. “But getting to know Mark has really been paramount to me stepping into these shoes and trying to fill them.”

Harmon’s key words of advice to Stowell were “trust yourself.” Harmon also acknowledges the challenge for an actor to play an existing character, saying, “This is a little different because some things are already in place and an audience knows where this leads years ahead.”

The idea for the series came from Harmon’s son Sean, who’d played the younger Gibbs in NCIS flashbacks.  “I believe that very few people are actually ‘born leaders’ and are instead forged into them, and Gibbs is no exception,” says Sean Harmon. “Digging into the backstory of ‘the boss’ seemed like a good opportunity to find out why Gibbs turned out the way he did and who was around to influence him on that journey.”

Mark Harmon suggested the best people to create the series would be longtime NCIS writers David J. North and Gina Lucita Monreal who executive produce and are co-showrunners. They asked the senior Harmon to narrate.

The two-hour premiere introduces a Gibbs fresh back from Desert Storm, grieving the loss of his wife and daughter and trying to get his bearings with a new team. One of them is a younger version of a face familiar to NCIS fans, Gibbs’ confidante, Special Agent Mike Franks (Kyle Schmid, Six, in a role originated by Muse Watson as the older Franks).

“Franks is the one who brings Gibbs into NIS. It was an opportunity to perhaps save a lost soul,” says Schmid who emailed and spoke with Watson as part of his preparation. “Taking on a character played by such a wonderful actor is a bit of a challenge. You have to play by a certain set of rules. The mustache is a trademark of Muse’s. I wear dark brown contacts every day at work. I took on a dialect coach, so Kyle Schmid now sounds like Mike Franks all the time.”

The rest are new characters including Special Agent Cecilia “Lala” Dominguez (Mariel Molino).

“I’m interpreting someone who’s a former Marine, now a female agent at NIS and I’m excited to jump into that, especially in the Nineties, which is such an incredible era,” says Molino. “I love that there are no [cell] phones, no internet, no social media. Everything we portray is direct contact.”

So will any romance develop between her and Gibbs? “I’m trying to prove myself. It’s not a romantic vibe,” Stowell says. “They are kindred spirits, both bullheaded, stubborn and smart. They say opposites attract. So, what happens when people are the same?”

Gibbs’ first friend on the force is someone who’s not much like him at all: Special Agent Bernard “Randy” Randolf (Caleb Foote). “Gibbs is a bit of a lone wolf. Randy’s a bit of an extrovert. In this naval investigative setting, there’s hundreds of people, half of them in camouflage because it takes place on Camp Pendleton, and Gibbs is a deer in the headlights.  Randy sees that and immediately goes out of his way to make this person feel welcome. We create a friendship pretty quickly,” Foote says. “It’s cool to create a character that helps Leroy Jethro Gibbs to become the great detective that he is.”

Not in the field but equally important in solving cases are the assistant medical examiner Dr. Lenora Friedman (Lori Petty, Orange is the New Black), and the head of the NIS forensics lab, Woodrow “Woody” Browne (Bobby Moynihan, Saturday Night Live).

“I’m the goofy scientist who figures out weird stuff. It’s like working with the Muppets, you immediately realize you are not the important part. You’re just there to make the Muppets look awesome,” says Moynihan, of supporting the NIS team. “I’m splicing a lot of videotape. I have a hundred million [paper] files. I don’t have a laptop. They show the old tech.”

The first case will focus on a series of interconnected murders “that bounce off of our characters in a really emotional way,” North says. Adds Monreal, “Gibbs is thrown into this job and he’s in over his head, but in a way, this case is tailor-made for him, so he has an opportunity to shine.”

We’ll see a lot more emotion from the younger Gibbs than we’re used to as longtime NCIS fans. “The Gibbs that Gina and I wrote for so many years had learned to push it all that emotion down. This Gibbs hasn’t learned that yet,” says North.

[titanic-officers]

MEET THE TITANIC CREW

Captain Edward Smith:

-> Captain of the Titanic. Has a lot of authority, but also a forgiving nature... which is a good thing, considering the many antics of his crew. Gets tired of them sometimes.

Chief officer Henry Wilde:

-> Chief officer of the Titanic. The most mature and sane one of the group. The other officers can really get on his nerves, especially second officer Charles Lightoller and sixth officer James Moody. Always keeps an eye on them and tries to keep them in check, but fails every time.

First officer William Murdoch:

-> First officer of the Titanic. Nicknamed "Will". Best friends with second officer Charles Lightoller, despite the many pranks and antics of the latter. Secretly has a good sense of humour, but also doubts himself sometimes and can have an existential crisis.

Second officer Charles Lightoller:

-> Second officer of the Titanic. Nicknamed "Lights". The prankster of the group who always gets involved in some kind of trouble (which, in most cases, he accidentally caused himself). Tends to give the captain and chief officer Henry Wilde a headache with his mischievous and cheeky behaviour. Best friend of first officer William Murdoch.

Third officer Herbert Pitman:

-> Third officer of the Titanic. Quietest of the group. Is often a witness to all the antics that happen on board of the ship. Quite innocent, doesn't swear and never really gets involved in any trouble.

Fourth officer Joseph Boxhall:

-> Fourth officer of the Titanic. Good-hearted, basically everyone's friend. Always laughs about the pranks of second officer Charles Lightoller, and sometimes gets dragged along in them as well. Would love to have a girlfriend.

Fifth officer Harold Lowe:

-> Fifth officer of the Titanic. A bit of a lone wolf and "no-bullshit" person. Can come across as stoic, but cares a lot about the people he loves. Good friends with sixth officer James Moody, whom he likes to tease a lot and is also fiercely protective about. Swears a lot and has a fiery temper. Dislikes Bruce Ismay.

Sixth officer James Moody:

-> Sixth officer of the Titanic. The youngest and smallest one of the group. Often joins second officer Charles Lightoller in his many antics. Often creates some kind of trouble, even though he doesn't mean to. He just can be a bit of an airhead and doesn't always think everything through, resulting in him saying or doing something dumb. Likes to stay positive. Good friends with fifth officer Harold Lowe.

First wireless operator Jack Phillips:

-> First wireless operator of the Titanic. An extravert with a good sense of humour. Is secretly in love with his coworker, second wireless operator Harold Bride. Is mainly the one who does te flirting, both knowingly and unknowingly. His real name is actually "John", but everyone always calls him "Jack".

Second wireless operator Harold Bride:

-> Second wireless operator of the Titanic. An introvert who likes to stay in the background. Is secretly in love with his coworker, first wireless operator Jack Phillips, but is often too insecure to make any advances or does so quite clumsily.

Lookout Frederick Fleet:

-> One of the lookouts of the Titanic. Not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. Often clumsy.

Lookout Reginald Lee:

-> One of the lookouts of the Titanic. Tends to get annoyed by Frederick Fleet's behaviour, but still considers him a good friend and always keeps an eye on him.

Quartermaster George Rowe:

-> One of the quartermasters of the Titanic. A kind man who befriended the not so popular quartermaster Robert Hichens. Ships Jack Phillips and Harold Lowe and often tries to get them together.

Quartermaster Robert Hichens:

-> One of the quartermasters of the Titanic. Always seems grumpy and extremely negative about life in general. Not very well liked by most of the crew, but is secretly protective over his friend and coworker George Rowe. Has a dark sense of humour.

J. Bruce Ismay:

-> Chairman and managing director of the White Star Line. Likes nothing more than talking about the Titanic and his successful career. Can come across as arrogant, but he doesn't seem to notice it. Not as brave as he often wants others to believe.

Thomas Andrews:

-> Master shipbuilder of the Titanic. A sweet, kind and hardworking man who's always willing to help others. Is often seen as the father of the group. Loves working on his blueprints, but often loses track of time while doing so and accidentally works 'till late in the night, causing him to have a lack of sleep.

Others who might be mentioned:

-> Ada Murdoch: wife of first officer William Murdoch

-> Sylvia Lightoller: wife of second officer Charles Lightoller

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*DISCLAIMER*

I don't mean any harm or offence to the real Titanic officers, passengers or other people who were on the ship during that fateful maiden voyage. My interpretation of the officers, wireless operators and other crew is completely fictional and not based on real life. If you want historical information about them, then this isn't the place to be. This page is meant for fun and the hopes of making you laugh about the many antics of the Titanic crew. My inspiration for this came from the many (funny) Titanic officers fanfictions I always used to read in the past.

Be respectful, and together we must make sure that we never forget the victims of the Titanic. Thank you ❤

[sobirp]

i made a whole new blog just to post this, bear with me

i'm looking for 1x1 rp partners for discord !! i exclusivly play male character and i can do mxm or mxf! i put general info + a few face claim cravings under the cut!! i'm very open to other faces tho. Send me a dm or like this post and I'll message you!!!

>> full face claim list << >> full plot ideas list <<

"We've been playing this online game together for months and I guess we're kinda online dating now but... I'm a catfish, so..."

(Same as the one before, but inspired by the episode "Striking viper" from Black Mirror where the game is a realistic VR where you use all your senses)

"Why am I in this prison? I just did [really minor crime] and everyone else are pure evil. I know you're a grumpy, lone wolf, but can you protect me?"

(Same as above but guard x inmate)

"I just switched bodies with my sworn enemy, how the fuck is that even possible and how do we switch back?

"I know you have a reputation to uphold as a celebrity/royal, but it hurts that we can't be together in public because you're not ready to come out yet"

"of all the people i could get stranded with on a deserted island, why did it end up being you? we're so different."

GENERAL INFO

only 21+ as I'm 25+!

I'm GMT+2, but time zone isn't a problem for me!

I love comms/sms/text/chat (whatever you want to call it) rp's but I do love threading/main rp too ofc !

I usually lean towards shorter replies (half-ish paragraph), but if I'm vibing I can write 3-4 paragraphs.

I'm ok with NSFW, but it does not have to be a huge part of the plot

At this moment, I only play male characters (or nb if you have any suggestions!!). I can do either mxm or mxf!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

CRAVINGS (the bold ones are the ones i crave the most)

TO PLAY: boun nappanut / bright vachirawit / choi yeonjun / john krasinski / jake sim / jung hoseok (j-hope) / kim mingyu / min yoongi (suga) / tom holland / xiao dejuna (xiaojun)

TO PLAY AGAINST:

m: boun nappanut / choi yeonjun / han jisung / kim mingyu / lucas wong / omar rudberg / xiao dejuna (xiaojun)

f: alycia debnam carey / bae joohyun / dove cameron / huening bahiyyih / im nayeon / jang wonyoung / jenna ortega / kiernan shipka / kim jisoo / rebbeca marie gomez (becky g) / sabrina carpenter

[jolikmc-stuff]

Did I ever show these off here? Maybe I did in bits and bobs… Maybe I didn't. I don't remember. In any case, these are a bunch of my characters, in no particular order, from Essence of Ragnarok, an ongoing story that I sometimes add stories to. They're all drawn in the style of Mega Man 7 sprites. That's kind of my thing.

03/18 Edit: I added a little more info. Doesn't help the already-circulating reblog, but eh.

In order, they are:

Carlos Magnus He's a grumpy wolf who doesn't like Joseph. He's highly skilled with alchemy. He later dates and marries Kris.

Joseph Lithius A flirty fox who's unusually lucky in love. He gets around… whether he intends to or not. He creates music professionally.

Kristian Sanders A fox who likes to maintain distance. She can be unapproachable at first, but if she likes you, she'll offer a smile. She teaches Language Arts ("English", basically) at Masamune High.

Hope North An android who's seen it all. Calm and friendly, never swears. Gave up being a nurse to work on cars. Hates her robot body, sometimes.

Professor Marcus A stern man with a dark past. Knows magic and knows it well. Always wears the same outfit with different colors. No one knows if "Marcus" is his first or last name.

"J" A "bunnycoon" with seemingly no name. Always friendly, sometimes cuddly. Completely mute, even when excited. Creature of chaos. Also serves as the mascot for my stuff (as one can see) outside of the story. And yes, she's dressed similarly to a certain Crimson Demon mage on purpose.

Jessica Ingmann (sprite by Jessica U. Ingmann) Bat lady extraordinaire. Likes pretty much everybody. Loves tacos and flirting – both quite shamelessly. Enjoys punching things and teaches boxing in Muramasa City.

These aren't all the characters of my story. Just the ones that have sprites drawn. Incidentally, some of these sprites are quite old and could probably use a redo. I'm not sure the heights are what they should be, for one… (Carlos is 6' 2" while Hope, Marcus, and I thought J were all 5' 3".)

Anyway, yeah. Maybe one day, I'll fix the sprites that need it and do more pixel art of other characters. If you're interested in the characters based on this small glimpse into their personalities, though, there's a whole butt-ton of stories on my literature site.

Cheers, J (but not that one)

[displayheartcode]

A, F for dear fellow traveler under the moon, H, J, and K!

A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

You are to stand in the corner with Mia! (Also, you should totally buy her debut novel. I am not biased whatsoever.)

this love left a permanent mark because I wrote a multi-chaptered fic for the first time in literal years. No plot, only vibes and coming of age! aNow let us have a moment of silence for my poor therapist who had to hear me rant variations of: "I'VE DON'E THIS BEFORE SO WHY IS IT HARD NOW?" and "WHY AM I GIVING MYSELF UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS FOR A SILLY STORY THAT I'M WRITING IN MY SPARE TIME FOR FREE?"

F: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with dear fellow traveler under the moon?

Yes! The title comes from the sea wolf song!

H: How would you describe your writing style?

Shows clear signs of someone who never shut up in creative writing workshops when back in college. Erratic. Funny. Uneven. Likes to use the word glint too many times.

J. What’s your favorite fanfic trope?  Have you written it?

Came Back Wrong, grumpy girl characters accepting love that she doesn't think she deserves, queer girls taking over the narrative, it's you and me in every universe, the dreamspace between life and death, anything can be a retelling of the ballad of tam lin if i try hard enough... Yeah. I am a deeply self-indulgent writer.

K:  Do you have a guilty pleasures in fic (reading or writing)?

God, I love messing around with gender. I can probably write whole essays on gender in fandom through the lens of internal misogyny - or let the subtitle do the talking: DO PEOPLE ACTUALLY DISLIKE THIS CHARACTER FOR HER PERSONALITY OR BECAUSE SHE'S A GIRL?

And sometimes you can't help but look at a cis male character performing masculinity, thinking, "They would make such a great butch lesbian."

fanfic writing meme

[the-book-queen]

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Grumpy wolf shifter + his new human receptionist.

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[emmethorne]

Gimme a break

So I was right, things are not only not changing, they’re worse:

- Invisible Prince Charming=gone for good

-Grumpy Dwarf = gone for good

- Lanky Boy= gone for good

- Wandering Eye=gone for good

-Wolf of the North=  gone for good

-Mr. Intense= gone for good

- My Ring= gone for good

- Big B= gone for good

-Renegate & Reject = gone for good

-Baby Girl= gone for good

-Sheepwolves= gone for good

-J= gone for good

-MIAmi=gone for good

-Single= gone for good

-Single’s partner= gone for good

-Hot= friends

-Pav= gone for good

-My 97 = gone for good

-Base= gone for good

-Father of my children= gone for good

-Yay & Nay= gone for good

-Muscly Boy = gone for good

-Mr. Smooth= gone for good

-Little J= gone for good

-D= gone for good

-Dr. Marten= gone for good

-Czar = gone for good

-Boy next door = gone for good

-A = gone for good

- Hot Bad Boy = became friendly, asked for my number, asked for my IG, told me he has a GF and STILL asked me out to lunch, then proceded to move out of the floor. All in 1 week. Awesome.

- Hot Smiley Boy = my last card.

- Hot Gym Boy = haven’t seen him since I last said hello, great.

NEW IN

- L = putting him here just for the fun of it. We have our friend’s blessing, now all I need is for him to want it too.

[elizabeth--reads]

2022: A Reading Retrospective

I'm going to try and list my favorite book from each month of 2022. This is not necessarily my top 12 books of 2022--because what if every book I read in May was better than anything I read in August?--but picking a favorite from each month seemed like an easier task.

January

Highland Wolf by Lynsay Sands

February

House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J. Maas

I wasn't so sure about this book when I first started it, but the ending made it a memorable read.

March

Cinder by Marissa Meyer

This was a re-read, but since I only read two books in March, this was an obvious choice.

April

Cress by Marissa Meyer

Another re-read, but Cress was always my favorite book in The Lunar Chronicles.

May

Half a Soul by Olivia Atwater

I loved this blend of fantasy and regency romance.

June

The Brightest Star in Paris by Diana Biller

I don't normally like second-chance romances, but Diana Biller knows how to write a great story. This novel has even more paranormal/supernatural elements than The Widow of Rose House.

July

Eclipse the Moon by Jessie Mihalik

I love Mihalik's sci-romances, and this grumpy x sunshine was a fun read.

August

The League of Gentlewomen Witches by India Holton

Holton's Dangerous Damsels books are an enjoyable blend of fantasy, humor, and romance.

September

Mr. Impossible by Loretta Chase

This novel reminds me of The Mummy (1999) movie in the best way.

October

Babel by R. F. Kuang

Probably the smartest book I read all year. Kuang uses a fantasy Oxford to craft an incisive critique of British colonialism.

November

The Heretic Royal by G. A. Aiken

Fantasy + Humor + Grumpy x Sunshine Romance = A Happy Reader

December

A Kiss for Midwinter by Courtney Milan

A well-crafted historical romance novella makes for the perfect holiday read.

[eugenedream]

i took notes while reading so here are my as experienced notes…

NESTING - I actually stopped and did a lil silent scream

we gotta work up to it that’s all good my lil cutie we fine baby

SNUGGLES YAAAAAAAS

YES LET ME TRACE THE TATTOOS - i swear i could sit there and trace and examine a tattoo sleeve all day - im not a physical touch girlie but something about that casual gentle intimacy makes me feel all warm and fuzzy

What are the images that represent each member? or is it just three lil wolf side profiles?

A TATTOO FOR EACH MEMBER A TATTOO FOR US???? SHUT THE FRONT DOOR OH MY GOD he’s a big softie

REARRANGE MY GUTS SIMON YAAAAAAS

THE PANTIES??!!!??

not simon doing the caring and providing shit for us, si confirmed softie™️

i love the grumpy/sunshine dynamic happening bc that’s what i would be doing - practically vibrating with excitement and happiness to see him and holding hands and leaning on him and fussing overhim

A PARTY TRICK SIMON???!!!! stop it stop it right now

Of course johnny has drawings of us, he’s feeding my muse fantasy - i wonder if he’s drawn some of si’s tattoos?

we love treating simon gently big man deserves it

also where is kyle? he out doing something or is it that kyle probably couldn’t take on simon?

the fucking liner on the bed - KYLE BRING THE GATORADE HUN

im a lil nervous…like yay vibes but im a lil scared is he going to be able to stop? I don’t wanna deal with the aftermath of that.

can you imagine the look on everyone’s faces when they see the actual wounds that have been left?! I feel like j and j might have some words - we might need to practice under some supervision

johnny is losing his actual mind right now, he’s being occupied by kyle and john hands down. like he probably knows better than to interrupt , bc it won’t end well, but he just wants a lil peek

Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 24: The Last First Time

Summary: You and Simon both get what you want.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 15,019 words

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, p in v sex, rough sex (it's like straight animalistic y'all), grinding, mutual masturbation, fingering, slightly violent imagery, scratching, biting, hair pulling, dry humping, blood (only a little), slight BDSM vibes, licking, squirting, praise, fluids (so many fluids), choking (only for a second), Simon's oral fixation, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, slight fluff, language, Simon being Simon, excessive use of the word "fuck", it's basically porn with very little plot.

A/N: This...this thing is a beast. It beat me up and stole my lunch money. I may have been a bit ambitious with it, but I've denied the Ghosties long enough and so I'm making up for that. Anyway...this might be one of the most depraved things I've ever written (not really, but you get the point). He'd the warnings, and I don't recommend reading this in public. Or standing. Or in underwear you care about. It's a good thing today is Sunday because y'all are gonna need Jesus after this.

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Your teeth sink into your lip as you slowly draw your gaze back to his face. He’s still looking at the bear, and once again, you wish you could see his face so you could guess what was going through his head. 

“I missed you.” You say quickly, ready to explain away the shirt and why you put it on that bear specifically. “A lot.” 

His eyes turn back to you, the intensity in them almost forcing you to take a step back. Any words trying to explain your actions die on your tongue as you hold his dark gaze, your heart thumping in your chest so loud you’re surprised he can’t hear it. A quiet sound rumbles in his chest as he looks at you, his eyes darkening just slightly. He takes a step closer, your head tilting up so you can hold his gaze. 

“Then I best make up for it.” He says, his hand moving to your side. His fingers bunch the fabric of the dress at your hip, lifting the hem a couple of inches. “Yellow sundress?” He asks. 

“Johnny bought it for me.” You say, your voice wavering from the anticipation of his touch. “I-It was nice out today, so I wanted to wear it.” 

“Fucking hell.” He breathes, releasing the fabric to drag his hand up your side, stopping just under your breast. 

You want him to continue, to push his hand higher, to finally touch you. You feel electric, every nerve fiber in your body alive as you stare up at him. Yet, you can see the hesitation, the conflict in his eyes. 

“We don’t have to.” You say, leaving that option open for him. Sure, it might be a little difficult after being so worked up, but the last thing you want is to push him too far. You can always get one of the other members of your pack to help ease that ache. “You just got back. There’s...there’s no need to rush it.” 

His fingers tighten around your side for a moment before he releases you, turning his back to you. You begin to panic, wondering if you pushed too far, made too many assumptions, made him too uncomfortable as he walks to the door. You’ve done it, you’ve messed things up and now it’s all crumbling down around you. 

His hand wraps around the knob, slowly pushing the door closed until it clicks. He stands there with his back to you for a moment before he turns back around. You let out the breath you had been holding, trying to calm the panic. Of course he’d want the door closed. This is just between you and him right now. 

You hold a hand out to him, trying to fight the tremble of your fingers. Your emotions are swirling and you need his reassurance. You need his grounding presence. 

He approaches you again, each step slow and calculated as he reaches out, his fingers brushing your palm before he wraps them around your hand. You close your hand around his as best you can with how big it is. You lift your gaze to his, the temptation to fold under the intensity strong, but you refuse. You need to be strong for him, for both of you. Your gaze doesn’t leave his as you slowly turn, walking backwards towards your bed, leading him by the hand with you. 

Your gaze finally leaves his as you turn to face your bed, stopping dead in your tracks. Simon’s chest brushes your back, obviously not expecting you to stop so suddenly. Something tickles in the back of your mind as you stare at the mess that’s become of your bed. The blankets and pillows are still a bit rumpled and misplaced from your lounging earlier, but something’s wrong. Something’s off, something’s not right. 

“Wait.” You say, dropping Simon’s hand before taking the two steps to the edge of your mattress. 

You move the giant bear to the floor next to the bed before you fix the blankets, smoothing them out and making sure they’re just right. You rearrange your stuffed animals and pillows, the need for them to be perfect taking over your mind. You can’t control it, can’t stop it until everything is perfect. 

You take a step back, staring at the nest you’ve made. 

Nest. 

You’re nesting again. 

You turn to face Simon, blinking up at him as the haze clears. He’s staring at you intensely, hands curled into fists at his side. “Sorry.” You murmur, hands closing around the fabric of your dress nervously. “I-I don’t know what-” 

“Don’t.” He says, the word sharp and biting. “Stop apologizing for your instincts.” 

“Sorry.” You say again, wincing at the instinct to immediately apologize. 

He rolls his eyes, closing the distance between you. You take half a step back, your legs hitting the mattress and you’re ready to sit on it when he grabs your hand, flipping your positions so fast it nearly makes you dizzy. He seats himself on the mattress instead, staring up at you. The look in his eyes takes your breath away as he tugs you to stand between his parted thighs. 

He tugs the bottom of his mask up and you don’t even have to be told, your head immediately lowering to kiss him. You rest your hands on his broad shoulders, feeling the muscle beneath them. His hands close around the back of your thighs, calloused skin biting at the softness of your own. Goosebumps rise on your skin, covering your body from the sensation. It’s nothing new to you, but he’s new to you. You’ve never been in this position before with him, never under these circumstances. 

His kiss is searing, just as the first one had been. He kisses you like a man starved, like he wants to devour you. It’s sloppy and wet, his hands squeezing around your thighs until your lips part in a gasp, and he takes advantage of it, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You press closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands begin to crawl up the backs of your thighs, warmth blossoming in your stomach again as they slip under the hem of your dress, continuing higher and higher. 

His fingers brush the skin where your thighs and ass meet, before continuing upwards until they brush the fabric underneath your dress. He groans into your mouth, pulling away from your lips. “Turn around and show me.”  

You shiver at the growl in his voice, turning slowly between his knees until your back is to him. You slowly lift the hem of your dress until it’s bunched around your waist, the cool air in the room brushing your exposed skin. You hear the sharp inhale as he stares at you, his fingers twitching against the sides of your thighs. 

“Fucking hell.” He breathes, his hands gripping the sides of your thighs as you bend over just slightly, causing the fabric to ride up slightly higher. 

You sink your teeth into your lip as you stand there under his critical gaze. You had planned this after Johnny’s hint that you should wear the dress since the weather was going to be nice. You knew there was more to it than that, the subtle hint that Simon would enjoy seeing you in it. The panties had been a deliberate choice just on the off chance that something like this would happen. You’re glad you made that decision now, half bent over with your ass in Simon’s face, showing off the black, skull print fabric adorning your skin. 

Simon curses again, his hands gripping your waist to tug you back into his lap. Your back collides with his chest, but he offers no complaint as he wraps his arms tightly around your middle. You can feel him, the bulge in his pants as you press back against him, the knowledge that he’s turned on by just the sight of your ass in skull print panties sending heat rushing between your own thighs. 

You tilt your head to the side, meeting his lips as you press back against him, his hands hot against your stomach. You need him to lower his hand, press it between your thighs, relieve some of the ache. 

His arms release around you and you turn in his lap, straddling his thick thighs. His hands settle on your own thighs, rocking your body against the prominent bulge in his pants. You continue to kiss him, gasping into his mouth as your clothed slit drags against the rough fabric of his jeans. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers brushing the sensitive skin below his mask. You can feel the hair at the nape of his neck, the short strands prickling your fingers. 

Simon pulls away from your lips, releasing his hold on your thighs. You freeze, holding your breath as you wait for what’s going to happen next. You’re worried perhaps you went too far, or perhaps he’s having second thoughts. He drops his head to your chest, pressing his face against your clothed breasts. He holds himself there, taking a shaky breath in. 

“We don’t have to.” The words come spilling out. “We can stop any time.” You rub his upper back, trying to release some of the tension in his shoulders. 

“‘S not fair to you.” He murmurs, his breath hot through the thin fabric of the dress. 

“I’ll be fine.” You say, moving off his lap. 

He lets you, releasing his hold around you. He doesn’t lift his head, still bowed almost in shame. You sit next to him, close enough your arm is pressed against his. 

“Like I said, there’s no rush.” You say, trying to reassure him. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He says, closing his hands into fists. There’s more emotion in his voice than you’ve ever heard before, the sound almost startling compared to the usual gruffness and bite to his words. 

“You won’t.” You shrug. “I can handle Johnny just fine, and John.” You put your hand over one of his. “I would tell you, if you hurt me, or if I got uncomfortable. I’m not as breakable as you think. You’ve thrown me around in training and I’ve been fine.” 

A low sound rumbles in his chest at your words. It sends a shiver down your spine, half of your brain telling you to run, and the other half sending heat between your thighs. He sits up straight, pulling his mask down as he turns to look at you. “Touch yourself.” 

“W-What?” You ask, taken aback.

“Touch yourself for me.” He repeats himself. 

You hesitate for half a second, before you nod. “O-Okay.” You reply, thrilled and nervous at the idea. 

You push yourself up further onto the bed as Simon adjusts himself so he’s against the headboard, lounging in your bed. You ignore the feelings rushing through you at the sight of the big alpha in your nest. It’s almost comical, seeing him in his dark clothes, an imposing figure surrounded by soft blankets and stuffed animals and colorful pillows. You lean against the footboard at the end of your bed, adjusting yourself so your thighs are spread, giving him a perfect view of your fabric covered pussy. You slip your hands under the waistband of your panties, but he stops you. 

“Leave them on.” He growls, eyes glued at the slightly darker patch of fabric between your legs. 

You slowly release your panties, tugging the hem of your dress up higher before you slip your hand into your underwear. You’re soaked, your fingers slipping along the slick skin. You stare at Simon’s face, his eyes glued to the movement of your hand under your panties as you begin to tease your clit. There’s an obvious tent in his pants, a painful looking bulge in his jeans. 

A quiet sigh leaves your lips as you circle your clit slowly, spreading your legs even further, draping one over his. His hands settle on his stomach as he watches, his breathing slow and even. 

Your breathing has picked up as you continue to tease your clit. Between the moment shared with him and the intensity of his gaze on your clothed pussy, it’s almost too much. You could cum just like this, barely touched, shivering under the gaze of your pack’s second alpha. It’s the most intimate you’ve ever been with him, and you’re not even naked. 

You slip your fingers lower, gathering slick on them before pressing two into your throbbing pussy. You moan softly at the slight stretch, your eyes focusing on his hands and where they rest on his stomach. How full you’d be on his fingers. Yours are nothing compared to his. The depths he could reach, the delicious stretch of them. You sink your teeth into your lip, biting back a moan as you begin to thrust your fingers in and out of you. 

His scent is intensifying, growing muskier in his arousal as he watches you. For once he doesn’t complain about the sweetness of your scent, the two mixing in the air, the perfect blend of alpha and omega. 

“A mixture someone could get drunk off of.” 

That’s what John had said. You want to, let it flow straight into your brain and numb your senses until there’s nothing but the two of you. Until you’re full of giddy happiness and warmth as your limbs go lax and all tension and stress leaves your body. Until you forget where you are, lost in some far away land where there’s nothing but you and the overwhelming scent of alpha, of Simon. 

A shudder wracks through your body, your scent intensifying as pleasure begins to sear through your veins. Simon’s nose twitches beneath his mask, his pupils dilating as your scent goes straight to his brain. You wonder what kind of iron grip he’s keeping on himself, how he’s managing to hold himself back. You’d jump his bones right now if he hadn’t set this boundary between you. Perhaps it’s that boundary keeping him still on the bed. There certainly wouldn’t be any complains from you if he crossed that boundary, ripped your hand from your panties and fucked you until you couldn’t move. 

“Fuck.” He growls, almost as if he could read your thoughts, as if there was some sort of telepathic link between the two of you giving him a glimpse into your mind. It would explain how in tune he is with you, how he always seems to know, how easily he can read you. 

Your movements falter as he slides his hand down his stomach, tugging at the button on his jeans. You watch, enraptured as he slips his own hand into his pants, palming at his bulge. Your mouth waters at the thought of finally seeing him, of getting a glimpse of what lies beneath. He’s big, you know he has to be. Alphas generally are, thick and long to match their build.

Your pussy clenches at the thought of the stretch, how he’ll have to open you up with his fingers first so it doesn’t hurt. He’ll take good care of you, making sure you’re nice and slick and ready for him before he sinks into you, still stretching you with his cock. 

A needy moan falls from your lips as slick gushes around your fingers, increasing the wet squelch of them with every thrust. Simon’s hand slips under his briefs, wrapping around his cock. You keep your gaze on the movement of his hand beneath the fabric as he pumps his length in time with the movements of your hand. 

Your free hand grips the sheets under you as you adjust the position of your fingers, pressing your palm against your throbbing clit. The coil in your stomach is tightening, your thighs beginning to shake as you get closer and closer to the edge. 

“Gonna cum?” He rasps, his hand pumping his cock faster as he chases his own high. “Gonna cum for me?” 

“Yes!” You gasp out, curling your fingers against that spongy spot inside you. “Yes!” 

He curses, the word a drawn out rumble in his chest as your thighs close, squeezing around your hand as you cum around your fingers. Your back arches as you nearly spasm from the pleasure, working yourself through the orgasm as he grunts in pleasure from his own approaching orgasm. 

Your body settles, still shaking slightly as you withdraw your fingers from your underwear. They’re shiny with slick and your cum and you lift them to your mouth, letting your tongue dart out to lick at your own juices. 

The sound Simon lets out is nearly animalistic, the pace of his hand frantic as his head tilts back, his hips jerking. You watch him cum, the muscles in his arms flexing as he spills into his underwear. It’s beautiful, the sight of him lost in pleasure. You wish you could see his face, see the way he looks in this moment, but you can’t. Instead you focus on the way his eyes flutter, those long blonde lashes golden in the light from your lamp. 

His breaths are heavy, chest heaving as he comes down from his own high. Your own breathing has settled as you lay there lax at the end of your bed. It’s quiet between you for a moment, his gaze locked on yours. How far things have come just from a couple weeks of distance from each other. It’s impossible not to wonder if something happened, if there was a close call that caused him to think of all the things he’d regret not doing. Or perhaps it was just the distance, the realization that holding himself back was foolish and pointless. You’d welcome him with open arms, just as you had when he walked down the ramp and onto the tarmac. 

He had been the one to make that first move, kissing you when you least expected it. What had gone through his head to cause such a reaction? Had he panicked just as much as you would have, overthinking it until he convinced himself you wouldn't want it? Did the emotions of the moment take over and he couldn’t stop himself from giving in to those desires? Or had he simply faced those fears head on and did it because he wanted to? 

He knows how you feel. The kiss in the car had confirmed that, and you inviting him into your space was the gavel strike that sealed your fates. You don’t want to turn back, you wouldn’t turn back, not after everything. 

Simon moves first, pushing himself up to sit on the edge of your bed. You desperately want to know what he’s thinking, what’s going on in his head. He doesn’t regret this decision, does he? You’ve leaped over the boundaries he’d once set, sharing such an intimate, vulnerable moment with each other. You’d let him go if he wanted to leave, no matter how desperately you’d want to cling to him and beg him to stay. 

He pushes himself up to stand, jeans still unbuttoned as he turns to face you. “Be right back.” He says, leaning down to press a kiss to your head through the mask before he heads into your bathroom, closing the door. 

You let out a quiet breath, sitting there for a moment before you get up, tugging your sundress off. It’s late, the others likely in bed already, or heading that way. You wonder if he’ll be permitted a day off tomorrow, or if he’ll even want to take one. You know how strictly he likes to keep to his schedule, even when he has to be utterly exhausted. 

You’re tempted to pull his shirt off the bear and wear it as you stand there in nothing but your panties, but you’re not sure if that will be pushing too much at once. You decide against it, instead digging out a baggy shirt from your dresser, pulling it over your head. 

You rearrange your nest as water runs in the bathroom, pushing most of the pillows and stuffed animals to the end of the bed before you turn down the blankets, climbing in. Simon’s scent wafts up around you as you lay down, unable to stop yourself as you press your face into your pillow and inhale deeply. Your tongue darts out, pressing against the fabric before you can stop it. It’s musky and slightly tangy, making your mouth water. You want to lick it from the source, wrap your teeth around Simon’s scent gland and devour him. 

Your mind is hazy as you push yourself away from the pillow, blinking away the animalistic thoughts seeping to the front of your brain as the bathroom door opens. Simon steps out, taking a couple slow steps to the middle of your room. He stands there like he’s unsure of what to do next. Should he offer to leave, or ask to join you in bed? You can see the hesitation, the conflict as he tries to decide which is okay, which one might be the best decision. 

“You could join me, if you want.” You say, giving him an offer, a chance at a decision. You wouldn’t be upset if he left, well, not entirely. He’s shown a lot of vulnerability tonight, and you wouldn’t blame him if he wanted space to think over things. You don’t want him to leave, but you’d understand if he did. 

“Is that what you want?” He asks, shifting on his feet. 

“I did offer.” You shrug. “It’s up to you. I can always cuddle the bear.” 

His gaze drops to the bear seated on the floor next to the bed, still wearing his black t-shirt. His hands curl into fists before he looks back up at you. “Move over.” 

You try to hide your grin as you press yourself back against the wall, watching as he unbuttons his jeans again. He pulls them off, folding them in half before draping them over your footboard. This is the most exposed he’s been in front of you, the most skin you’ve seen at one time. You can’t help but stare at his legs, thick thighs dusted with dark blonde hair and covered in scars. They’re not surprising to you, not after seeing the others, though he has the most by far. Small lines, pink and white speckling the skin. There’s a puckered scar on one calf, a bullet wound you now know. There’s a long, thick scar on the other thigh cutting from the side of his knee, up his thigh until it disappears under his briefs. 

You quickly avert your gaze as you realize he’s standing there, watching you. He quickly crawls under the blankets, a nervous sweat starting to form across your back. You don’t mean to make him uncomfortable, but it’s hard not to stare. You want to know, you want every story that explains every scar. You can’t even begin to imagine the horror of the big one on his leg. So far John has been the only one to tell you about all of his scars, as much as he could at least. Johnny had relayed a couple dramatic stories about his, and Kyle has told you about a couple when you’ve asked. You’re not even sure you could ask Simon, much less how you would go about it. 

You’re pulled from your thoughts as you’re suddenly yanked down against Simon’s chest, his arm wrapped around your back. 

“You’re thinking too much.” He says, shifting just slightly to get comfortable on the small bed. It’s a tight squeeze with the two of you, forcing you to nearly lay half on top of him. You’ve never wanted that dream of a bigger bed to be more true than in this moment. 

“Sorry.” You say, wincing at your instinct to apologize again. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“Not uncomfortable.” He says, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Just not used to it yet.” 

“Is that why you keep yourself covered as much as possible? The scars?” You ask, biting your lip as soon as the question comes out. You hadn’t meant to ask it out loud, but you can’t stop your curiosity. 

“Partly.” He says, his thumb stroking your back. “People like to stare, they like to talk.” 

“I don’t care about the scars.” You say quietly. “You all have them. Just...makes me worried thinking about the things that caused them.” 

He hums quietly, the sound vibrating in your ear. “Some scars are symbols of survival. Things that almost killed us, that should have. Some are old wounds the body won’t let go of.” 

“That’s very poetic.” You murmur. 

His hand squeezes your side. “Don’t tell Johnny. He’ll never let me live it down.” 

A sleepy smile tugs at your lips, the exhaustion of the day and the bliss from the events of the last hour begin to drag your mind into the realm of sleep. Simon reaches for your lamp, shutting it off, bathing the room in near darkness.The dark doesn’t scare you anymore, not with Simon here. His violence and brutality should scare you, but instead, it only makes you feel safe. He’d make anyone who dared to try and hurt you pay. 

“Sweet dreams, Simon.” You murmur, a quiet purr rumbling in your chest, content as you drift off to sleep. 

It’s light out, the first rays of sunlight streaming through your window. You rub your eyes from the offending light, reaching for your sheets to tug them over your head but they’re caught around something. Your elbow knocks against something solid as you try and pull them up, a quiet grunt sounding beside you. 

Arms wrap around you, pinning you against a solid warmth. “Stop movin’.” Simon grumbles, tossing a leg over you to keep you still. 

You’ve traded places with him in the night, his back against the wall as you lay stretched out on your back. A quiet purr starts rumbling in your chest as the memories from last night begin to seep through your half-awake brain. He stayed the whole night with you. You had half expected him to get up, to leave, to wake up early, stick to his normal routine. Instead he’d stayed, even far later than he usually would. 

You turn your attention to the arm wrapped around you, your eyes trailing his tattoos. You’ve never seen them this close, able to make out the details of them now. Your fingers begin to trace his tattoos, working your way up his arm until you reach his sleeve, pushing it up as you continue to follow the tattoos all the way up to his shoulder. It’s when you get there you see something familiar. You hold his sleeve out of the way as you trace over the three images. 

“You got a tattoo for each member of the pack.” You say quietly. 

“Almost.” He says, tightening his hold around you. “Missing one.” 

You turn as best you can to look up at him, the meaning of his words not lost on you. His eyes are still closed, and had you not known better, you might have guessed he was still sleeping. His breaths are slow and even, his body still and relaxed. 

“What are you going to get?” You ask. 

“Haven’t decided yet.” He says simply. 

You turn in his grasp, managing to free one of your legs so you can toss it over his hip as you snuggle in close to him. “You could get a kitten, since that’s what Johnny calls me.” 

He snorts. “Absolutely not.” 

“Why not?” You say. “A fluffy little kitten would be cute!” 

“It would throw off the aesthetic.” He says, squishing you up against his chest. 

“Can I go with you when you get it?” You ask. 

“We’ll see.” He sighs, adjusting his leg between yours. 

You bite your lip as it presses against your mound. How easy it would be to press your hips down, grind against him. There’s still a warm electric current thrumming through you from the events of last night. Things have moved fast between you. You’ve gone from thinking he hates you to masturbating in front of each other in a matter of weeks. The leaps you’ve made between the two weeks he was gone almost seem surreal. Does he regret last night? Will he change his mind, retreat back into himself once the reality sets in? You had thought there was no going back once he stepped into your room, but in reality, he could decide to pull back, he could decide this isn’t what he wants after all. 

You’d let him. You’d watch him revert back into himself, face the pain of rejection and acknowledge that what you wanted turned out to be nothing but a dream. His comfort matters more than your needs. You’d fight to cling to the fraying bonds for nothing else besides the sanity and stability of your pack. His rejection would slice clean through those supposedly indestructible bonds, disrupting the dynamic of the pack. It would fracture, crumbling like a building with a structural failure. The bonds that they built with each other, the bonds they’ve built with you will snap leaving decaying waste with you and Johnny caught right in the middle of it all. 

You’ll do everything in your power to cling to those decaying edges, frantically gluing them back together like omegas are supposed to. Fight to hold the pack together while the betas desperately try to resolve the tension and keep everyone sane. It will be the end of the pack, the initiative will be a failure. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have pushed so much. It’s all going to go down in flames because of you. 

“You’re thinking too much again.” 

The quiet rumble of Simon’s voice pulls you from your spiraling thoughts. It drags you back to reality, back into your body from the quickly deepening hole of worry and fear in your mind. Your eyelids flutter as you take a deep breath, the musky scent of alpha clearing away the haze that had come over your mind. You’re still laying in Simon’s arms, pressed up against his chest, his thigh pressed between your legs. 

“How do you always know?” You murmur, snaking your arm around his side. 

“You have tells. You freeze, staying so still even the best snipers in the world would be impressed. You get this glazed over look in your eyes, and your scent changes depending on what you’re thinking about.” He says, tightening his hold around you. 

“You notice all of that?” You ask in amazement and embarrassment that he can read you so easily. You’re still not used to it, his uncanny ability to just know things when it comes to you. 

“‘S part of my job,” He says, shifting slightly closer to you. “What makes me so good at it.” His face presses against the top of your head as his thigh shifts between your legs, putting even more pressure against your clothed pussy. “You’re overthinking this, aren't you.” 

“I just...” You let out a shuddering breath, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs. “I need to know if you regret last night.” 

A low grumble vibrates through his chest before you find yourself suddenly on your back under him. It happened so fast your brain can’t even register it completely, his hand is gripping your thigh, the one you had thrown over his waist, keeping it hooked over his hip. He’s pressed between your legs, body slotted against yours like he was made to fit there perfectly. Hard edges pressed against your soft curves. 

“Does this feel like regret to you?” He says, voice rumbling deep in his chest as he presses his hips into yours. 

You can feel him...all of him through his briefs as he presses against you, nothing but thin fabric separating you. He’s just as big as you imagined, long and thick and throbbing. He drags his hips along your covered slit, closer than he’s ever been to you. The electrifying moment during training is almost nothing compared to the feeling of him pressed against you. 

“No.” You squeak out, wrapping your arms around his back as he continues to grid against you. You can feel every inch of him against your quickly dampening underwear, the fabric sticking to you and providing delicious friction with every roll of his hips. 

Your hands slip under his shirt, your palms pressing against the warm skin of his lower back. A shudder runs through him, dragging a low growl from his lips. He releases you just long enough to tug his mask up over his mouth before he descends on your neck, your head tilting to the side to give him room. 

The front of his briefs are quickly getting wet from the slick coating your thighs and his precum. Your nails sink into his skin as his teeth scrape across your throat, his tongue following to ease the sensitive, stinging skin. 

“Simon,” You whimper, pressing your hips up against him, desperately seeking relief from the ache building in your core. 

He lifts his face from your throat, your lips clashing against his in a mix of teeth and tongue. His hand slips up to cup the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He uses his hold on you for leverage as the drag of his hips becomes almost violent. You can imagine it, the feeling of his cock thrusting into you, reaching so deep you can feel him in your stomach, the way you’ll ache for days after he’s done with you. 

“Simon, fuck...” You whine against his lips, your legs shaking as you get closer and closer to the edge. “Please!” 

His grunts and moans have turned into growls, low and deep in his chest. It sends a shiver up your spine, your omega rolling in your mind, scratching to be free. You sink your teeth into his lower lip until you taste blood, the air between you quickly becoming primal. His hand tugs on your hair, pulling your head back until your throat is bared to him. He sinks his teeth into the skin, biting until you yelp. He eases back, dragging his tongue over the sore spot. 

Your moans get louder as you get closer and closer to the edge, every sharp bite of his teeth into your neck sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to where his cock drags against your clit. You feel alive, your vision getting sharper as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. 

“Simon....Simon please.” You whine, clutching him to you so tightly it almost hurts. “I need you. Need you to rearrange my guts, fuck me until I can’t stand. Make me hurt, remind me that I’m yours.” 

A low growl reverberates in his chest, vibrating through your entire body. Your thighs squeeze around his hips, hanging onto him for dear life as he ruts against you like an animal. “Say it again.” He growls, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin of your ear. 

“I’m yours.” You gasp, your back arching. “Have been since the first day.”

“Fucking hell.” He grunts, grinding his hips against yours with so much force the headboard bangs against the wall. 

You cum almost instantly, soaking your underwear and his briefs. He shoves his face into your throat, inhaling deeply against your scent gland. His hand grips the pillow next to your head, his body tensing as his hips jerk against yours. Warmth coats his briefs as he spills into them for a second time in the last day, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as he nearly goes limp on top of you. 

Both of you lay there, shaking and twitching in the aftershocks of your orgasms. It’s hot and stuffy in the room, the heat from Simon’s body not helping any. For a moment you wonder if he’s fallen asleep again from how still and relaxed he is, but the twitch of his body as you soothe your hands over the marks you’ve left on his back says otherwise. 

“Simon?” You speak his name quietly in the sudden stillness of the room. 

“Soon.” He says, slowly beginning to untangle himself from you. “I’ll give you what you need soon.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, shockingly soft compared to what had just transpired. 

He slips a hand around your back, flipping the two of you again as he flops on his back on your bed. You fall against his chest, resting your head over his heart. Despite the exertion, it’s thumping steadily and evenly. Your pussy clenches at the thought of his stamina, how long he’ll be able to go. You’ll tire before him, nothing but a boneless, babbling omega as he fucks you blind and unconscious. 

The moment is ruined by the knock at the door, both of you tensing for a moment. 

“If you don’t hurry, you’ll miss breakfast.” John’s voice sounds from the other side. 

Your cheeks warm at the idea of him hearing what had just transpired. How long has he been standing out there, waiting for you to finish? Does he think Simon was just fucking you, or does he somehow know you had just been rutting away like two eager pups? You can picture the tent in his pants, the way he adjusts the painful bulge at the thought of you being taken by his second alpha. He’s been waiting for this, for the walls to finally come down, for you and Simon to finally release that pent up energy and remove the weight that has been hovering over everyone’s heads. 

“Come on,” Simon says, sitting up with you in his arms. “Need to get some food in you.” He stands, still holding you like it’s nothing to him. It probably isn’t, but the thought has your face nearly bursting into flames. 

He sets you back on your feet, his hands lingering on your sides. You stare up into his eyes, getting lost in the beautiful brown irises. He holds your gaze for a moment before delivering a sharp swat to your ass. 

“Get yourself cleaned up, then we’ll go.” He pulls away from you, grabbing his jeans off the end of your bed. 

You stare at his ass as he bends over to pull them on, an idea popping in your head. “Wait,” You say before he can leave, pulling off your panties. You tuck them into his back pocket, giving it a firm pat. “Keep them.” You stand up on your toes, kissing his cheek before scurrying off to the bathroom before you get distracted again. 

You’re still shaking as you tug your shirt over your head. You look like you’ve been mauled by an animal as you stare at yourself in the mirror. There’s marks across your neck from Simon’s teeth, and your hair is a tangled mess from his hands. Your thighs are trembling a bit as you stand there, your slick drying uncomfortably on your thighs. Your lips feel bruised as you quickly brush your teeth before stepping into the shower. 

The excited tremble of your hands makes holding the body wash a struggle. You still feel electric, your mind rushing from not one but two very intimate moments between you and Simon. If this is how you feel now, you can only imagine how you’ll feel after actually having sex.

You feel a bit sore as you get dressed, doing your best to hide the scattering of marks across your skin. You don’t really have to hide them. Everyone knows you fuck the members of the 141. The images that must flash through their minds when you walk around with them. Do they think you take all of them at once? On your knees as they stand around you, being a good omega for them like in some cheesy porn video? Or bent over, presented for them as they make a mess of your pussy, fucking each other’s cum into you until you can’t hold anymore and it seeps out, leaving you laying in a puddle of it?

Your pussy clenches at the thought, warmth starting to pool in your stomach again. 

“Down girl.” You say, talking to yourself as you slip on your shoes. “We’re not there,” You straighten back up, smoothing your hands over your shirt. “Yet.” 

You take a deep breath, trying to steady the excited thrumming between your legs as you step out into the hallway. Simon is waiting for you, having changed clothes, or at least you think so. He’s in a black t-shirt and jeans still, his most common uniform when he’s not in training. 

“Come on, let’s go.” He says, motioning towards the door with his head. 

He didn’t change his shirt. 

The overwhelming scent of alpha and sex and you is wafting off of him. He might as well be wearing a bright neon sign declaring what you were up to this morning. Your omega purrs at the idea of him being coated in your scent, staking your claim over him. Maybe you shouldn’t have showered after all, wanting to wear a matching scent projecting his own claim over you. 

The mess is sparsely occupied this late in the morning, something you’re silently grateful for. Had you walked in during the peak breakfast time, you might have died on the spot. Most don’t pass a glance your way, only those you pass by directly giving you both a second look. 

Simon yanks your tray from your hands as you grab one, setting it down on the counter next to his. He begins spooning food onto it, adding the things you like. You stare at your tray wide-eyed as he fills it, your omega practically preening. 

He doesn’t even let you carry it to the table, setting it down next to his. You beam up at him as he stares down at you, unable to hide your smile. 

“What?” He asks, his eyes scanning your face. 

Your smile widens. “Thanks for making my tray.” 

He glances down at your full tray before looking back at you. “Sit down and start eating.” 

You can’t stop smiling as you sit on the bench, Simon going to get you something to drink. The activities this morning have left you hungry, hungry enough that the mess food looks appetizing. Simon returns quickly, setting a cup of tea down in front of you. 

“Tea?” You ask, staring at it.

“Yeah. ‘S good for you.” He says, starting in on his own breakfast. “Better than that sugary milk you call coffee.” 

“But you put sugar and milk in your tea.” You say, looking up at him. 

He turns to you, giving you an exasperated look. “Anyone ever tell you you’re annoying?” 

“Yeah. All the time.” You say, taking a bite out of the sausage on your fork. 

“Little shit.” He murmurs under his breath, turning back to his own tray. 

You both eat in comfortable silence, no awkward or tentative energy between you like you had worried there would be after the events that transpired over the last few hours. There’s no dancing around each other anymore, the forced distance dispersed between you. It makes you happy, your omega satisfied as your pack now feels complete. 

You almost feel like skipping as Simon leads you back to the barracks. You slip your hand into his, swinging your arms back and forth. He doesn’t pull away or even complain at your actions, letting you have your moment. Who knew he was such a big softie underneath all that armor? 

Well, you sort of knew the whole time. He could have been mean. He could have been nasty towards you, forcing you into a corner made up of only you, John, and Kyle. He could have kept Johnny from you, drawing that line in the pack and keeping you on one side. He could have let you face the consequences of punching that alpha on your own. So many times he could have left you on your own, been rough with you, let things escalate until he was violent, let his anger win and use it against you as many alphas do. 

But he didn’t. 

Even in his early avoidance of you, he was never a bad alpha towards you. He might not have liked you at first, or approved of your presence, but he never took it out on you. He put up with you because he had to, until his hesitant tolerance grew into more. You had wiggled your way in without even knowing it, long before you started trying, long before you became determined to win his approval for your sake, as well as the rest of the pack’s. 

Look at you now, holding his hand after he made you orgasm an hour ago. You would have never thought you’d get to this place with him back then. You’ve surpassed the point you wanted to get to, but you’re certainly not going to complain. You’ve gotten what you wanted, and from the sounds of it, so has he. 

It’s been two days since Simon’s return, and he has yet to fuck you. The marks on your neck have begun to fade, and you wonder if he’s waiting until they’re gone so he can make new ones. He certainly hasn’t been ignoring you, no he’s been quite clingy. He sits close to you, holds your hand every chance he can. He’s been filling your trays at meals when he takes you to the mess, something John is content to let him do. 

Your omega is satisfied, still preening at the idea of him courting you. You certainly won’t complain, nor will you try to stop him. He could claim you too, if he wanted. He could have claimed you from the start and you would have let him. Back then it would have been because it was your duty to do what your pack wanted. Now it would be because you want him to. You want to be his, just as much as you’re John’s. 

You won’t tell him that, though. Not yet. You don’t want to push him, to seem like you’re trying to move too quickly. You don’t want to scare him off now after making so much progress. That can be a conversation for later, once the two of you have adjusted to this new development in your relationship. 

An excited shiver trails down your spine as you stand outside the door. It’s early, but the world outside is grey with the coming dawn. Your heart jumps as the door in front of you opens, Simon pausing as he exits his room. He blinks down at you as you grin up at him, obviously not expecting you to be up and ready before him. 

“Ready to go?” You say, bouncing excitedly on your toes. 

He rolls his eyes at you, pulling his door closed behind him. “You’re in far too good a mood for 4:30 in the morning.” 

“I’m excited.” You say, taking his arm as you walk down the hallway. 

“And far too happy.” He says as you step out into the cool morning air. 

“I am happy.” You say, leaning your head against his arm. “You make me happy.” 

He lets out a sigh, and you can almost hear him rolling his eyes at you. “Don’t make me regret this.” 

You pause outside the door to the gym, looking up at him. “You don’t, do you?” 

He stares down at you for a long moment, your heart beating in your ears. You don’t want to scare him off with your happiness, the glee you can’t control at the relief of finally being accepted by him, of finally feeling like your pack is complete. 

“No.” He says, opening the door for you. “Now get your ass inside.” 

Relief floods through you, a smile tugging at your lips as you step into the gym. It’s quiet inside, quieter than normal even for 4 AM. 

“Most of them are out running drills today.” Simon says as he leads you down the hallway to the training room. “Base will be quiet.” 

“Won’t catch me complaining.” You say as you step into the training room. 

Simon locks the door behind you, setting his things on the bench and kicking off his shoes. You stare at him shamelessly as you follow him onto the mat, unsure whether you should thank or curse the grey sweatpants hugging his ass. 

He turns to face you and you decide to curse them, warmth flooding through you. Your mind flashes back to the morning after his return, the feeling of his cock grinding against you, his teeth sinking into your skin, leaving marks all over you. 

Fuck this is going to be a long training session. 

You’re half distracted as he runs you through combinations, most of your punches missing, your kicks almost half-hearted as most of your energy is pulsing between your legs. You keep messing up, punching at the wrong time, the order getting messed up in your mind. Agreeing to train today was probably a bad idea, given the uncontrollable lust that’s been plaguing you. Being so close to Simon and his scent isn’t helping either. 

You mess up another combo, half distracted, half dazed as you throw a punch, missing the mitt entirely. Simon lets out a frustrated growl, moving before you can even think to block yourself as he drives his shoulder into the center of your chest. You fall flat on your back, the air leaving your lungs with a sharp gasp. 

You lay there, coughing and gasping as he comes to stand over you, staring down at you disappointedly. “You’re distracted.” 

“Yeah,” You cough out, trying to catch your breath. “You keep fucking with my head.” 

“Half of fighting an alpha is a mind game. They’re going to fuck with you, because it will work.” He says, lowering himself to his knees over you. 

“Yeah, but this is different.” You say, your breathing finally returning back to normal. 

Or it was. Your inhale catches in your throat as he leans over you, his hands settling on either side of your head. “How?” He asks, his voice rougher than it had been. 

You take a deep breath as you stare up at him, feeling very small in this position, but you know he’s doing it on purpose. “I don’t want you to fuck with my head,” You say, trying to gain the upper hand. “I want you to fuck me.” 

Your words stun him for a moment, and you take the opportunity to try and reverse your positions. You swing your fist towards his side, aiming for the spot below his ribs. He recovers faster than you thought he might, catching your hand before you can make contact. He pins it to the mat beside your head, pinning your other hand on the other side. You try to use your knees to hit him, but he settles his weight over you, effectively pinning you to the mat. 

The position is reminiscent of the morning after he returned, his body pressed into yours, clinging to you as you both chased your orgasms. It sends a shiver down your spine, your body shuddering under him. His grip around your wrists shifts, pulling your hands over your head. He holds them with one of his own hands, keeping them pinned to the mat. A thrill shoots through you as you stare up at him, his body shifting to the side. 

“You want me to fuck you?” He growls, lifting his mask up to his nose. “Want me to take you right here where anyone walking by could hear you screaming my name? Where they could stand at the door jerking themselves off like needy pups, hoping to get just a whiff of your scent?” 

You would let him. He could take you right now on this mat and you wouldn’t care. Heat is pulsing between your legs, slick soaking your underwear and quickly beginning to seep through to your leggings. 

“Yes!” You whine, clenching your thighs together, seeking out any kind of friction you can get. “Please!” 

His free hand grips your chin, fingers pressing into your cheeks to force your mouth open. He leans over you, holding your gaze as he spits into your mouth. Your whine is cut off as two of his fingers follow, pressing against your tongue. They taste salty from the sweat on his hands, yet you don’t care, licking the sweat from his skin. The pulsing of your pussy is starting to get to be too much, your thighs rubbing together in a desperate attempt to ease the ache. 

You moan around his fingers, laving your tongue over them as he shifts his gaze to your legs, watching you squirm and writhe. You can hardly stand it, his scent getting thicker and thicker in the air as he begins to get aroused as well. You nip at his fingers, trying to get him to pull them from your mouth. 

“Please!” You gasp as soon as your mouth is free. “Fucking touch me, Simon!” 

It’s like he had been waiting for your permission as his hand slips between your clenched thighs, cupping you over your leggings. You press your hips into his hand, grinding against him in desperate need for release. 

“What, you want this?” He says, rubbing his hand along your clothed slit. 

“Yes!” You almost sob, squeezing your thighs around his hand. “Please, Simon! Please!”

You lift your head as he slides his hand up your pelvis until it’s resting right at the waistband of your leggings. His eyes are on your face as he slowly pushes his fingers under the fabric, trailing lower and lower until he reaches the top of your mound. Your breath hitches in anticipation, lips parted as your chest heaves with every breath. So close. You’re so close to finally being touched by him. So close to getting relief. 

Your head falls back against the mat, a loud moan slipping from your lips as he finally slides his fingers lower, the rough pads brushing over your clit. “Fuck...” You whine, letting your legs fall open as he begins to circle the sensitive bud. 

It’s more than you could have imagined, better than you would have ever thought, and all he’s done is rub a few circles over your clit. His touch is electric, lighting a fire in you again, sending shocks straight through your nervous system and into your brain. You push against the hand holding your wrists but he doesn’t relent, not letting you touch him like you so desperately want to. 

His fingers leave your clit, sliding lower until they’re pressed against your hole. You shift your hips against his hand, trying to get even some relief from the ache that’s been throbbing between your legs for two days. You’ve avoided even touching yourself, wanting to make sure you were still sensitive and ready for when Simon decided he was ready. You’re glad for that now as Simon presses two of his fingers into you, your walls clamping down around them tightly. 

“C’mon,” He groans in your ear, his tongue darting out to lick at the sweat dampening your face. “Relax for me.” 

You breathe deeply, trying to get yourself to relax as he pushes his fingers further into you. His fingers are so long and thick, his knuckles catching at your entrance. 

“This tight around my fingers, how are you gonna take my cock?” He groans, thrusting his fingers gently to try and open you up for him. 

“I can take it.” You pant, bucking your hips against his hand to take his fingers deeper into you. 

“Been a while since someone fucked you, huh?” He says, beginning to thrust his fingers in and out of you. 

“Weeks.” You whine, your pussy fluttering around his fingers in relief. “Not since before you left.” 

“Oh?” His brows raise in surprise. 

“Missed you too much.” You gasp as he speeds up the movements of his fingers. “Didn’t want to.” 

“You were hoping I’d fuck you when I got back, huh.” He says, curling his fingers inside you. “Give this poor neglected cunt some attention.” 

You let out a moan that’s almost a sob as he finds that spongy spot inside you, directing the movements of his fingers directly against it. Your hands close into fists, pushing against his but he doesn’t let you go, starting to nearly pound his fingers against that spot. 

It’s too much and not enough all at once, your body starting to shake almost violently as pressure builds in your stomach. You’re being loud but you don’t care, unable to hold anything back as pleasure ripples through you, nearly blacking out your vision. You writhe on the mat, legs shaking as your feet plant on the floor, lifting your hips up against his hand. 

“That’s it.” He groans, the wet squelch of his fingers obscene in the quiet training room. 

Your body writhes from the intensity of your pleasure, tears leaking from your eyes uncontrollably. You can’t tell if you’re moaning or sobbing or both as pleasure cuts like a knife through you, toes curling and uncurling in your shoes. It’s like you’ve lost all control, your body given over to the pleasure as his fingers are pushed out of you from the force of your orgasm, fluid soaking your underwear.

You’re shuddering and shaking under him as his fingers return to your clit, rubbing it harshly. It’s almost too much, your pussy contracting almost painfully. A second orgasm is forced out of you, your thighs clamping together, your leggings soaked with fluid between your thighs. 

Simon finally relents, pulling his fingers from your pants. They’re soaked, shiny and slick with your release. You’re gasping for air, body still shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

“Good girl.” Simon praises you, wiping his hand on his sweatpants as he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. It’s strange, the tenderness after what he had just done to your body. 

And that was only with his fingers. 

He eases you up to sit, your legs trembling uncontrollably. You’re not sure how you’re even supposed to stand on them, much less walk. There’s an uncomfortable wetness between your legs, your panties and leggings sticking to your skin. 

“Easy.” He says, supporting your body as you try to rise to your feet. 

There’s a small puddle where you were laying, the outline of your body in sweat on the mat and then more fluid beneath where your ass had been. Simon lifts you into his arms, carrying you over to the bench before sitting you down. He wipes down the mat, cleaning up the mess you left before he approaches you again. 

“What was that?” You ask, shifting uncomfortably in your wet underwear. 

Simon smirks, slipping his phone and keys as well as your phone into his pockets. “Made you squirt, love.” 

Your mouth falls open, your thighs subconsciously clenching together. “You-what?” You blink in surprise. “Didn’t know I could do that.” 

He chuckles, lifting you into his arms again. “Gotta know what you’re doing to make it happen.” 

Warmth floods your cheeks as the double meaning of his words aren’t lost on you. You’re glad for the cool air outside as he carries you back towards the barracks, your legs still trembling a bit from the intense orgasm he had just given you. You’re glad the base is mostly empty, the thought of others knowing what he had just done to you is almost too much. 

“What happened?” Johnny asks as soon as Simon enters the door of the barracks, his eyes flickering back and forth between you. “Didnae hurt her, did ye?” He asks, getting defensive. 

“Quite the opposite.” Simon says, walking past him towards your door. “Taught her a little party trick.” 

Johnny’s nostrils flare as your scent finally hits him, his eyes going wide. “Fucking christ, Simon.” 

He starts towards your door as Simon sets you on your feet, but the alpha pushes him back, keeping him from entering your room. “Easy, mutt. She’s had enough this morning. Let’s get some food and liquids into her first.” 

Your pussy clenches in anticipation at his words and you quickly close the door before you, or they, change their minds. 

You’re not quite sure what to do as you stand in front of the open door, peering into a space you’ve never been in before. It almost feels wrong to take the step, to enter into sacred ground you’ve been kept out of until now. The space is plain and laid out not entirely unlike your own. There’s books lining the back of the desk, a box with what looks like records sitting on the floor next to it, and what looks like a painting hanging on the wall. The wardrobe is exactly where yours is, and you can assume there’s a dresser behind the door. 

“You going to come in or do I have to drag you?” 

You startle at the voice, lifting your gaze to Simon’s. He’s standing in the middle of the room, staring at you as you hesitate in the doorway. You swallow the lump in your throat, taking a step into the room, and then another. 

All feelings of plainness go out the window as you step further in. His bed is the same as yours, sheets blue instead of black like you might have assumed. There’s a nightstand next to the bed with a lamp and his phone, but that’s not what’s surprising to you. 

Across the wall behind his bed is a black and white mural of skulls stretching wall to wall, ceiling to floor. You stare at it in awe, taking in all the details, the shading, the realism. 

“Johnny did it for me.” Simon says, stepping up next to you. “Not long after I claimed him.” 

“It’s incredible.” You say. “Very fitting.” 

“Might need to commission him for another piece, one of the ones he’s done of you.” 

Your cheeks warm at his words, very aware of Johnny’s stash of drawings of you from pictures he’s snapped while you weren’t looking, and some while you were. You’d flipped through his sketchbook, just happening upon a rather detailed drawing of your tits when he’d grabbed it and quickly shoved it on top of his wardrobe. 

It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what filled the rest of the pages in that book. 

“I’m sure he’d be happy to do one for you.” You say, turning to face him. “Maybe if you ask nicely, I could be convinced to do a custom reference for him.” 

His eyes darken as he stares at you, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Your teeth sink into your lip as you stare up at him, refusing to look away despite the strong musky scent rolling off of him. You stand your ground, pushing back against his attempts to make you yield, to make you submit. 

A shiver runs down your spine as he takes a step closer, and then another. You can feel the warmth of his body as he looms over you, his hand lifting to settle on your waist. His thumb brushes your side through your shirt, the heat of his palm radiating through the fabric. 

“You want me to fuck you?” He asks, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. 

“Yes, sir.” You respond. 

His hand tightens around your waist, his scent intensifying at your words. “Fuck,” He hisses, the front of his pants suddenly getting tighter. “Brazen little shit.” 

A smile tugs at your lips. “You love it.” 

“Mmm, you seem so sure of that.” He says, tugging the bottom of his mask up. 

“Because I am.” You say, lifting yourself up onto your toes. 

He bends down, meeting you halfway. Your lips clash in a fiery kiss, your hands lifting to grip his shoulders. His own slide down your sides to grip your thighs, lifting you into his arms. He walks backwards, kicking his door closed before pressing you up against it. 

You moan as your back hits the door, Simon’s tongue sliding into your mouth as soon as your lips part. The kiss is messy and rough, his fingers digging into your thighs as he pins you against his door. It’s finally happening, what you’ve been waiting for. Two long days you’ve been waiting and wishing for this moment. Simon’s bruising grip on your thighs, and the low rumbling growl echoing in his chest speak volumes of his own desire. 

His grip tightens on you, almost becoming painful as his teeth sink into your lip. You let out a surprised yelp as he breaks the skin, the coppery tang of blood filling your mouth. 

You nearly hit the floor as Simon wrenches himself away from you, stumbling back a couple of steps. He wipes the blood from his lip and you quickly purse your own lips to try and hide the blood. He turns his back to you, his shoulders tensed and slightly hunched. 

“Simon?” You take half a step forward, but he lifts his hand, making you pause. 

You stay where you are, staring at his back. You don’t want this to ruin things, to push him away from you. A little blood hasn’t stopped you so far, nor has a little pain. You can tell he’s nervous, though, on edge, and you know exactly why. 

“Simon?” You say quietly, approaching him slowly. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He says, repeating the words he’s said over and over the last few weeks. It’s almost like a mantra now, and you can imagine it echoing over and over in his head. He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder as you reach him. 

“You won’t.” You say, putting your hands on his back, turning him slowly. “You haven’t so far. His eyes flicker between the healing marks on your neck, and your bleeding lip. “I trust you, Simon.” 

“You shouldn’t.” He says, his hands closing into fists. 

“Don’t be stupid.” You say, rolling your eyes. “We both want this. Denying it isn’t going to make anything better. I trust your ability to control yourself, and you have to trust that I’ll tell you if you go too far.” 

“What if I can’t stop?” 

“Johnny’s next door, and John is across the hall.” You say simply. “If nothing else, I’ll scream. They’ll know the difference.” You take his face in your hands, pulling him down slightly so you can look him in the eyes easier. “Let me be in control if you’re so worried.” 

A rumble vibrates deep in his chest at your words, his eyes flashing. Your thumbs stroke his cheeks, ghosting over his five-o’clock shadow. 

“The mask can stay on, hell all of your clothes can stay on.” You shrug. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” 

He stares down into your eyes for a moment before leaning forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. It’s softer this time, less heated and animalistic than before. 

Simon releases you, taking a step back. He unbuttons his pants, letting them drop to the floor, leaving him in just his briefs. He picks them up, folding them like he did two nights ago, draping them over the back of his desk chair. He hesitates for a moment so you take the lead, pulling your shirt up over your head. You drop your shorts as well, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. 

Simon’s eyes scan your body and you fight the urge to cover yourself under his intense gaze. He steps forward, his fingers reaching for you. They’re surprisingly soft as they trail up your arm, goosebumps forming on your skin. His eyes follow the path of his fingers before they reach the strap of your bra. He slips his fingers underneath, pulling it up before he releases it, letting it snap against your skin. 

“Take it off.” He says, a subtle growl underneath his voice. 

It sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps forming all over your skin. “Thought I was in charge, Mr. Big Alpha Man.” 

“Little shit.” He breathes, letting out a long sigh. 

You reach behind you anyway, undoing your bra and letting it fall to the floor. 

“Christ.” He breathes, his eyes glued right on your tits. 

“Understanding all the hype now?” You smirk. “You can touch them if you’d like.” 

He curses under his breath but lifts his hands anyway, cupping your breasts. You bite your lip as he squeezes them gently, his eyes glued to your chest. 

“Didn’t take you for a tits guy.” You say, biting back a moan as his thumb brushes over your nipple. 

“I'm just full of surprises.” He says, earning a surprised yelp as he tugs harshly on your nipple. 

He leans down, dragging his tongue over the sensitive skin to soothe it. You let out a soft moan at the sensation, your hands lifting to grip his biceps. 

“Fuck,” He groans against your skin, straightening back up. “On the bed.” He says, motioning with his head. 

“Thought I was in charge.” You sass. 

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you.” He retorts. 

You open your mouth to argue but you can't. You know he's right, so instead you make your way to the bed, crawling onto the mattress, making sure he can see the damp spot on your underwear as you do. 

You pause when you hear crinkling, running your hand over the sheet. “A heat liner?” 

“Gotta protect the mattress.” He shrugs, approaching the bed. 

Your eyes widen as your face warms, the implications not lost on you. You think back to earlier in the gym, your face only warming even more. “Oh.”

He grips the back of your knees, tugging you to the edge of the bed, pushing your knees up. You're spread open in front of him, the damp spot on your panties only getting bigger as he stares down at the only barrier left between you. 

“You could take a picture.” You say as he stands there, frozen. “Something to remember me by.”

“Little shit.” He says under his breath, his hands sliding up your inner thighs until they reach your hips. 

His fingers curl under the waistband of the lacy black fabric, slowly dragging them down over your ass and then down your legs. He tosses the fabric behind him before parting your legs again. He's shamelessly staring at your glistening pussy, bare and spread open for him. 

A moment passes as he stands there frozen, and for a second you wonder if he's ever seen a pussy before, much less a naked woman. Obviously he has, based on what happened earlier. He’s experienced, and you try not to let the thought bother you, jealousy rising at the thought of his hands on another woman. Did she get to see his face? How vulnerable was he with her. 

You bring your attention back to Simon as he stands there frozen. “You okay?” You ask, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. 

He nods, eyes still glued to your pussy. 

You sink your teeth into your lip as you stare up at his mask-covered face. “Why don't you show me what you did in the gym earlier.” You suggest, finally getting him to react.

His eyes flash up to your face, his grip on your legs loosening. He stares at you for a second before letting them go completely. “Wait here.” He disappears into the bathroom for a moment before he comes out carrying a towel. 

He lays it on the floor beside the bed, looking between you and the towel for a moment before nodding in approval. You watch him as he grabs a pillow, slipping it behind you to prop you up before sinking onto the mattress next to you. He pulls one of your legs over his lap, and you hook an arm around the other one, getting the idea. 

Your eyes are glued to his hand as he drags it across your stomach, letting his blunt nails scrape across your skin. You shiver in response, goosebumps covering your skin again. His hand slips through your folds, gathering some of your slick on his fingers before he returns to your clit, circling it like he had earlier. You let out a sigh, relaxing back against the pillow as he teases the sensitive bud. 

Simon leans closer to you, pressing gentle kisses to your jaw. “Fucking beautiful omega.” He praises you, his teeth scraping your skin gently. “Been working me up for weeks, laying in here listening to you fuck the others, those sweet little sounds coming from you.” He groans into your skin, his fingers applying more pressure to your clit. “Had me in here wanking like some needy teenager, imagining it was me making you scream like that, like it was your hand on my cock.” 

His words make you shiver. You know he’s heard you, it was impossible not to, but you had always pictured him with ear plugs in or headphones on, trying to drown out the noise. Or maybe he always chose those moments to shower, trying to drown you out with the water. 

You hadn't considered that he'd be in here masturbating to the sound of you being fucked by the others. You certainly wouldn’t have guessed it was you he was jerking off to. You would have assumed his focus was on the others and the sounds of their pleasure. Your pussy clenches at the mental image of him in bed, fisting his cock, trying not to cum until you do. He knows what you sound like when you cum, he'd have figured that out quickly. He'd use that knowledge, edging himself until you came so he could cum with you. 

“Fuck...” You moan, slick dribbling out of you at the thoughts flashing through your mind. 

“Nearly blacked out when you let Johnny fuck you from behind the first time.” He groans, circling your clit faster. “Imagining you bent over his bed, split open around his cock,” He shakes his head. “Wanted to be in there, bend him over you and fuck him into you, get both of you desperate and needy, begging me for release.”

Your head tilts back, your legs shaking as his words nearly send you over the edge. The mental images are almost too much, the possibilities now that you've opened this door. 

You whine as his hand leaves your clit, his fingers closing around your jaw and pulling your head back up. “Keep your head up.” He says. “Want you to watch.”

You whimper as he returns to your pussy, dragging his fingers down your slit before pressing two into your slick hole. They slide in easier than they did this morning, your body opening to him in anticipation. He thrusts his fingers slowly, teasing you as he continues to work you up. 

“Wanna fuck you so full of cum you're almost bursting then let Kyle eat it out of you. Might let him fuck you after just to see the two prettiest members of the pack together.” He continues. 

You squeeze around his fingers, a loud moan leaving your lips. You could cum from his words alone and the mental images flashing through your mind. All the possibilities, all the opportunities that are now in front of you. 

He curls his fingers, finding that spongy spot again. You know what's coming, the anticipation building in your stomach as he begins to thrust his fingers against that spot. 

“Want Price to bend you over my desk, watch as he fucks you until you're a crying mess, and then it will be my turn.” He growls, pounding his fingers against that spot. “Make you forget your name, forget how to do anything but whine in pleasure.

You desperately keep your eyes on his hand as that overwhelming pressure begins in your stomach again, your moans getting sharper and sharper the more it builds. Your hips jerk uncontrollably as you nearly black out again, fluid squirting from you and into the air. Simon's fingers are forced out of you from the intensity of the orgasm, but he's not done as he begins frantically rubbing at your clit. Another orgasm is forced out of you from the hypersensitivity as you squirt again, soaking your pussy and the side of the bed. 

You let your head fall back as you gasp for air, your body shuddering uncontrollably in the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm. Simon leans down, kissing you like he wants to devour you as he slips his fingers back inside your spasming pussy. It’s almost painful, the sensations too much as he stretches you open again. 

“One more.” He groans against your lips as he starts bullying that spot inside you with his fingers again. “Give me one more.”

“Simon,” you grip the front of his shirt, the feeling almost too much as it builds faster this time. “Simon!” You let out a high pitched shriek, squirting again all over his hand and the floor. 

“That's it.” He groans, finally relenting as his wet hand comes to rest on your clenching stomach. 

Tears blur your vision as you lay there shaking, nearly having an out of body experience from the pleasure. It's painful, but not in a bad way. 

His hand slides up your body until he's gripping your jaw, turning your face to his. He kisses you roughly, forcing his tongue past your lips as he holds you there, your release dripping from your pussy onto the sheets. His kiss is all tongue and teeth, bordering on the animalistic violence that had almost taken over you both two days ago. It had thrilled and terrified you, how easily both of you got lost in the moment. 

You hadn't even been naked then. 

You don't ponder on it long as he pulls away from you delivering a slap to your pussy before he stands, watching the way you jerk from the sharp sting on the sensitive skin. You nearly cum from it, pussy clenching from how sensitive you are. 

He reaches into the top drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a bottle. He moves to stand between your legs again, letting them fall to the sides for a moment. You're limp as you stare up at him, not sure you could move your body at all if you had to. You're beginning to understand why he was so worried.

He palms at the very prominent bulge in his briefs, an excited thrill running through you as he slips his hands under the waistband, slowly sliding it lower and lower. You lick your lips as more skin is revealed to you, a trail of light hair leading to the thick shaft of his cock. It keeps going and going as he lowers his briefs, thick and long and an angry red color as the fabric finally drops out of sight. 

“Fuck...” You breathe as you stare at it, looking big even in his large hand. 

He moves closer, lifting your legs from where they're hanging over the side of the bed, pushing them up as close to your chest as they can get, essentially folding you in half. His cock drags through your folds, the head catching on your clit. It makes you twitch with every pass of his hips, your lips parting in anticipation. You could cum like this, your pussy still oversensitive from your three orgasms already. Four, if you count the one in the gym earlier. 

“You said you could take it.” He teases, his hands keeping your legs pressed back. 

You nod. “Uh huh.”

“Having second thoughts?” He smirks. 

You're not sure if it's your ego or your pride or just sheer determination that has you shaking your head. “Nope.” 

His smirk widens as he reaches for the bottle, popping the cap before squirting some lube on his cock and onto your hole. He tosses the bottle back onto the bed before rubbing the lube on his cock, dragging the head through your slick folds, spreading the cold lube against the heated skin. “Good girl.”

You shiver from the praise, your breath catching in your throat as he begins to press into you. The burning stretch is almost too much for your oversensitive walls despite the preparation he had given you. His fingers were nothing compared to his cock, and for a moment you regret not fucking one of the others in the two weeks he was gone. 

Your breaths are coming in high pitched gasps, broken by moans as he sinks into you, your legs shaking and he hasn't even fucked you yet. You could cum just like this, just from the stretch. You can feel all of him, every inch of his length, every inch of his circumference as your pussy gapes around him. 

“Wait,” You grip his wrists, his movements pausing. “Fuck, gimme a second.” 

His eyes are on you as you lay there, trying to relax around him, fighting desperately not to cum like this. He might as well be in your guts, and you're beginning to think you had been right in asking him to rearrange them for you. You lift your head, staring down between your legs. A low groan of astonishment leaves your lips. He's only halfway in. 

You let out a keening moan before you nod. “Okay, okay. Keep going.” 

If his cock is this big, you can't even imagine taking his knot. 

He sinks even deeper, moving slowly as he watches your face. Your eyes are on the ceiling, the stretch seeming almost endless as it keeps going and going. 

Finally he's seated inside you, practically snuggled up against your cervix, or at least that's what it feels like. You could cum just like this, laying here with your knees by your ears, stuffed full of Simon's cock. He wouldn’t even have to move, just stand there as you flutter around him, soaking his cock with your release. 

“Fucking hell.” He groans as you squeeze around him, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath in. 

“Can't help it,” You moan, squeezing around him again. “So big.” 

He lets out a low groan, his hips twitching. “Tell me I can move. Let me fuck you.”

You're half tempted to stay silent, to lay here and see how long he lasts, how long he'll let you hold control before he takes over. A battle of wills, just as everything seems to become between you. Alpha versus omega, instinct versus instinct, willpower versus willpower. Just like every battle, though, you find yourself bowing, giving in, unable to fight the power he holds over you. It’s for a different reason this time, though, your desperation and neediness is just as strong as his. You’ve both been waiting for this, neglecting yourselves for far too long. 

“Fuck me, Simon.” You breathe, fingers gripping the sheets for dear life. “Fuck me till I can't remember anything but your name.” 

He lets out a low growl as he pulls back, drawing his cock out halfway before snapping his hips forward until they slap against yours. You yelp as your body rocks from the force of his thrust, not expecting it. He pulls his hips back slowly again before he repeats the motion, practically slamming into you. It hurts, stealing your breath away, but it leaves you feeling almost electric, pleasure bubbling under your skin.  

Slowly his thrusts get shorter, but they lose none of their force as he fucks into you roughly. You're creating quite the cacophony of sounds from skin slapping skin and the obscene squelch of your pussy to your high pitched keening moans and his deep growls. His eyes are glued to your face, watching the pleasure glaze over your eyes as you stare at the bulge in your stomach from his cock. 

He moves the pillow out from behind you, pushing you flat on your back as he folds his body over yours. He releases your legs, letting them drape over his shoulders as he continues to pound into you. There's a wild look in his eyes, your omega beginning to stir as your brain registers the shifting scents, the heavy musk in the room. 

Sweat has slicked your skin and Simon's, mixing where your skin is pressed together. He turns his head, licking the skin of your thigh, tasting the salty sweat. Your mouth feels dry as you stare up at him, wanting to sink your teeth into him and chew on him. You want to make him bleed, have him howling in pain as he stuffs you so full you'll be leaking for a week. 

You grip his forearms, your nails digging into his skin, making him hiss out a curse. A wild look flashes behind his eyes as he sinks his teeth into your thigh, clamping down as you continue to dig your nails into his arms, neither of you relenting. He shifts his hips just slightly, hitting a different angle that has you releasing his arms as pleasure wracks through you. He releases your thigh with a satisfied grin, fucking into at the new angle like a wild animal. 

Your body shudders, your moans muffling as he presses two of his fingers into your mouth again, pushing on your tongue. You choke around them, fighting every urge to sink your teeth into his skin until he releases you or you taste blood. 

“That’s it.” He grunts as you whimper desperately around his fingers. “You can take it.” 

Drool seeps out from around his fingers as he fucks you until you’re almost cross-eyed, your pussy spasming around him as every thrust brings you closer and closer to the edge. 

You can’t stop it as you sink your teeth into his fingers, your legs squeezing together as your body seizes, your release gushing around his cock as you cum. Your eyes roll back, blood on your tongue as he wrenches his fingers from your mouth. Your head tilts back, back arching as he doesn’t stop, undeterred by your orgasm. 

“Fucking hell.” He grunts, the clenching of your pussy almost painful as he continues to fuck you. “Fucking tight around me.” 

“Please, please, Simon!” You whine, the only two words you can pull from your brain, and even they begin to mesh together into mindless babble as you grip his sheets, nearly pulling them off the edges of the mattress. 

Tears leak from your eyes as he fucks into you so hard the frame shakes, knocking into the wall. He leans his head down, his teeth sinking into the skin over your collarbone until you bleed. Droplets of blood mix with the sweat dripping down your chest, Simon’s eyes following them as they disappear between your breasts. 

“Gonna cum for me again?” He growls, blood staining his lips red. He looks like a ghoul, wild eyed and bloody mouthed, feasting on your flesh. An incubus sucking the life out of you as he brings you endless pleasure. 

“Simon!” You squeal, eyes squeezing closed as you’re thrown into another orgasm, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you clench around him, almost as if your body is trying to suck his cock in deeper. 

He continues to fuck you, every curse word known to man spilling from his lips as you tighten around him, dragging his own orgasm from him. He slams his hips into yours, letting out a feral growl as he spills into you. Warmth fills your belly as he spurts his hot cum into you, filling you up. Your legs are shaking where they’re tossed over his shoulders, clenching around his neck. His skin is flushed red from the bottom of his mask to the collar of his shirt. 

You can’t move as you lay there, shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm. You want to take a break, tap out, ask for five minutes and a glass of water, but from the look in Simon’s eyes you know it’s not over yet. There’s no taking a break, not that he’s gotten a taste of your pussy. 

He releases your legs, letting them drop off the side of the bed. He pulls away long enough to flip you over, bending you over the side of the bed. You whine as he presses his cock back into you, ignoring the squeeze of your sensitive walls as he splits you open around him again. He bends over you, pressing his chest to your back as his hips press flush to your ass. 

“Simon.” You whine, your hands gripping the sheets as his hand snakes around you, wrapping around your throat.

He growls low and dangerous, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. You squeeze around him, a chill running through you, your instincts telling you to run or roll over in submission to him. Your omega claws at your mind, desperate to meet him toe to toe, one for one. You begin to push your hips back into him, fucking yourself on his cock as his teeth sink into the skin on the back of your shoulder. The tables have turned, the control has shifted. 

He’s not Simon anymore. 

Your lips part in a gasp as he thrusts into you, meeting your own movements on his cock, reminding you who’s in charge, who holds the reigns in this position. The word comes tumbling from your lips, brainlessly and unconsciously, no thoughts there to stop it, your hands too busy clinging to the sheets for dear life to even prevent it from slipping out. 

“Alpha!” 

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Daddy Cassian —ACOTAR AU

Oneshot | warnings: fluff | Cassian x Nesta

Summary; Nesta’s having a girls night at Rita’s so Cassian is in charge of taking care of their first born Jenn.

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books.

Masterlist

“I swear Cassian if I find even a single scratch on my baby I’ll rip your limbs off one by one” Cassian gulped as she said that, his mate was scary, apparently being soul bonded to her didn’t mean a thing when it came to their child, “I swear Jenn will be fine, I wouldn’t let anything happen to her, I promise. Now go have fun!” Cassian said.

Nesta nodded her head before kissing his cheek then Jenn’s. Then before he knew it Nesta was out the door and he was stuck handling his kid, he loved his kid. Obviously, he just wasn’t the greatest parent, he was the lord of bloodshed. That should be saying something, Little Jenn was five now, time had really passed. But she had become a bit of a spitfire much like her mother—much to Cassian’s dismay—she was sassy and picky and got grumpy very quickly, he sighed as he looked at the little dragon sleeping in his arms, “hopefully this’ll be over soon” he muttered before making his way to the lounge, he had just set Jenn down when she suddenly let out a blood curdling scream. He jolted at the loud sound, he quickly picked her up and started moving her from side to side in hopes of calming her down, once she was done she let out a small sigh and looked up at her father, “want to tell me what that was about?” Cassian inquired, “I’m hungry” he blinked. She was hungry, he sighed as he made his way to the kitchen and set her on the counter “what do you want to eat?” “PB&J”

He grabbed the ingredients and quickly constructed the sandwich, he placed it on a plate before handing it to her. She grabbed it and looked at it before she threw it across the room, startling herself before quickly bursting into tears, by the cauldron, this was going to be a long night. He calmed Jenn down before making another attempt at the sandwich—without the crust this time, which apparently was the problem with the other—and gave it to her, she happily ate it while Cassian cleaned up the mess. Once it was sorted he got Jenn some warm milk and set her down on her bed, tucking her in before grabbing a book and reading it out loud to her.

“A little old woman made a gingerbread man to eat but when she put him in the oven he jumped out! The little old man and the little old woman chased and chased the gingerbread man around and around, a pig and a dog joining in on the chase, eventually the gingerbread man got away and came to a halt at a river, a nice wolf offered him a ride on his back and the gingerbread man lived happily ever after, the end.”

When Cassian looked up from the short book he found Jenn asleep with a smile plastered on her face, by the mother, he loved this kid. he kissed her head and adjusted her blanket before closing the door to her room. Nesta would be home soon.

He cleaned up any messes around and finally plopped on the lounge so he could finish his book.

An hour or so later he heard keys jingle in the lock and then the door slowly open, he put down his book and went to the door. “Hey” he whispered, “hi” Nesta whispered back, “how did it go?” “It went okay, let’s get you to bed alright?” He picked up his mate—bridle style—and carried her to their shared bed, placing her down gently. He slowly pulled her shoes and jewellery off and pulled the covers over them both, he tucked her into his side, laying his cheek on her head. His child was a little demon but she was his little demon, and he’d do anything to see her smile—even if it meant him suffering—He soon fell asleep after his mate.

The End.