#hal x dominic

[earlgreylatte]

Morning Glory

(Hal Jordan x Blue Lantern Reader) Only because it’s his birthday.

You hear Hal groan above you, slowly and hopefully pleasantly waking up from his well earned slumber, and while you’d like to take a peak at his expression to see if you at least earned a surprised look, you continue pressing kisses and kitten licks against his member.

“Am I dreaming or did I, ah, happen to save a city in my sleep to deserve this kind of wakeup?” You feel a hand stroke your head, savouring the way his breath hitches when you press your tongue flat against him.

“I was going to wake you up at midnight, but I figured you needed the sleep,” you pull away, wiping your mouth as you meet his gaze. “Happy Birthday, Hal.”

“Definitely turning out to be a good day,” he comments, body stiffening when you take his tip into your mouth and start sucking.

“Fuck, your mouth—“ his voice breaks off into a moan when you pump your hand up and down his length. “Wait—“

You pull away, leaning back on your knees. You tilt your head at him. “Wait? Didn’t think that was a word in your vocabulary.”

“You’re going to make me finish embarrassingly fast,” he admits, chest heaving, “Almost makes me think you avoid sucking me off too much for that exact reason…”

“Maybe,” you look away, trying and failing at suppressing your smile, “But, hey, if it works…”

When you bring a hand to trail over his length, he grabs your wrist and stares at you beseechingly, “As much as I love that mouth, I really want to feel you right now.”

You make a show of considering it, “Well, you are the birthday boy.”

You shrug off the t-shirt you were wearing, a stupid souvenir shirt you took from Hal’s closet, tossing it behind you. You outstretch a hand and Hal entangles his fingers with yours. You quietly admire the sight of both of your rings on your respective ring fingers; blue and green, as it should be. Hal used to wear his on his middle finger before moving it over, the copy cat.

You crawl forward from his legs to his hips, hovering above him, your locked hands supporting you as you bring your other hand to align him against your sex before slowly sinking down with a shaky exhale.

“Fuuck, did you really get that wet just from sucking off lil old me?” Hal huffs with a twinkle in his eye as his free hand grips your hip as you slowly start to rock against him.

“I will leave,” you warn, ignoring the heat burning your face.

He breaths out a small laugh, his grip tightening, as he stares up at you with brown eyes soft enough in the morning light, you’d think they were melting like chocolate. “Shutting up now.”

You choke on a moan when his hand leaves your hips to plant itself against the bed, to push himself up so he can thrust up, quickly changing the pace to a faster one as your breath quickens.

“Atta girl, let me do the work,” Hal groans, grunting when you push against his shoulder, trying to match his speed.

“I’m supposed to,” you try to glare at him, breath coming out in small puffs, “be the one in c-control!”

He smirks at you, gaze still annoying warm, “You sure about that? I can feel your legs shaking…”

“I’m not…” you’re cut off when he quickly changes your position, rolling over so your back hits the mattress so he can pound into you. He presses a kiss against your forehead.

“‘S okay, you did so good for me, trying your hardest to ride me until you went sore,” he grunts, dominant hand catching yours in his grip, pinning it next to your head, rings glinting. “Let daddy take care of you…”

“D-don’t,” you moan, furrowing your brows, “call yourself that…”

He laughs, pressing his forehead against yours, as he brings a finger to rub your clit in taught circles, “You’re close…you can let go now.”

You scrunch your eyes closed, feeling a tremor in your thighs as your hips instinctively try to buck away from the stimulation.

“No, look at me…I want to watch you cum on my cock,” Hal grits out with a particularly sharp thrust, “Come on, open those eyes, baby. Yeah, there we go…don’t be shy, and—just let go.”

You fall apart with a cry, backing arching as he fuck you through your orgasm before finishing, thrusting deep as he can inside you.

You can feel your breaths mix as you both struggle to catch your bearings before he slowly pulls out of you, you shift at the wet feeling beneath you.

“Definitely the best present I could have ever asked for,” Hal laughs, nuzzling his check against your chest.

Your fingers threads itself into brown locks, you scratch against his scalp as he hums in contentment, “Better keep that to yourself, Barry and Ollie are competing to see whose gift you like better…and I’ll actually kill you if you trying bragging about this.”

He hums again, “We won’t be staying at the party too long, I want to take you flying tonight, and not with our rings.”

You laugh, “Seriously taking advantage of your birthday, I see. Alright, but I’m keeping my ring on.”

“You scared?”

“We’re going to sneak onto an airfield and fly…like a fighter plane or something,” you retort, “And most of what we do is fly, anyway.”

He lifts his head to meet your gaze with a casual certainty in his eyes as he shoots you a secretive smile, “You’ve never flown with me.”

happy belated bday to my husband, finally got this out…and I think any Hal fan should read Green Lantern Secret Files and Origins, a very short and easy read with a lot of hal insight.

Also Readallcomics is down?? Like I cannot go back to sites with those pop up ads…

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Edit: I just realized they never make out, like at all, here?? Fear of morning breath ig???

[worlds-we-write]

Beneath The Ashen Sky

Chapter 1: A Place to Call Home

pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: In the ruin of old world, Jackson, Wyoming offers a fragile sense of peace, but you've never been one to trust safety - not when survival has been your only constant. Then there's Joel Miller - gruff, guarded, and impossible to ignore, a man who carries his past like a burden and watches you with an intensity you don't dare name. What starts as quiet understanding turns into something deeper, a slow-burning desire neither of you are ready for, but danger is never far behind. When a new threat puts you in harm's way, Joel is willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe - even if it means tearing the world apart.

⚠️ Series Warnings: This fanfic contains violence, gore, and canon-typical bloodshed, as well as age gap romance between reader and Joel. Expect slow burn tension, unresolved feelings, and protective/possessive behavior as Joel navigates his growing attachment. There will be hurt/comfort, emotional angst, power dynamics, and dominant tendencies as Joel takes on a caretaking role. Survival themes, PTSD, past trauma, and loss will be present, alongside jealousy, miscommunication, and strong language. NSFW/smut content (eventually) will be explicitly marked and include rough, passionate, and intense scenes with Dom!Joel. This is a mature, emotionally heavy story—please proceed with caution if any of these themes are uncomfortable!

Word count for Chapter 1 - 2.4 K

Hey everyone! 😊 This is my first ever writing piece, and I’m both excited and nervous to share it with you all! I’ve been wanting to write a Joel Miller fic for a while now, and I finally decided to just go for it. 🖤 This is the first part of at least 8 chapters right now!

I really hope you guys enjoy it! Please let me know what you think—feedback, comments, and even just reactions mean the world to me. Thanks for reading! 💕✨

Series Masterlist

Jackson wasn’t what you expected.

The town sat nestled in the valley, a relic of the old world, untouched by time in ways that felt unnatural. In years since the outbreak, you had seen cities fall, highways turn to graveyards, and entire communities torn apart by desperation.

But Jackson stood.

Jackson was one of the last places on earth that felt like home. It wasn’t perfect, but in a world where perfection had died decades ago, it was the closest thing to peace anyone could find. A town with running water, warm bed, and people who still remembered what it meant to be human.

Maria had been the one to bring you in, after she and a few others found you out on patrol. You’d barely had the strength to lift your gun when they surrounded you. Hunger had worn you down, exhaustion gnawed at your bones, and truthfully? You were just too tired to fight.

So, you surrendered.

And for the first time in a long time, it worked out in your favor.

Jackson took you in. You were given a small cabin on the outskirts of town – a single-room space with a wood stove and a bed that didn’t smell like rot. In exchange, you worked. You helped clean, assisted in the kitchen, learned how to tend to the horses at the stables.

It was a good deal. A fair one.

And yet, you still struggled to sleep at night.

Even in safety, you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wouldn’t last. That something, someone, would take it away. That was the thing about surviving for so long – you never really stopped looking over your shoulder.

And neither did Joel Miller.

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You saw him for the first time on your second night in Jackson.

It was late. The town had long since gone quiet, save for the rustling of wind through the trees and the distant sound of horses shifting in their stalls.

You had stepped outside your cabin to fetch more firewood when you felt it – a presence.

At first, you thought it was just your paranoia, the instinct to be wary of open spaces, of empty streets. But then you saw him.

Joel Miller.

He was standing on the porch of the house next to yours, half-hidden in the shadow, a rifle slung over one shoulder. He wasn’t looking at you, not directly, but there was a weight to his posture, an awareness that made it clear he had been watching you.

Everyone knew Joel.  He wasn’t the kind of man you easily overlooked. Grizzled, built like a brick wall, with a face carved from stone and eyes that had seen too much. He didn’t talk much, and when he did, it was in short, clipped sentences that made it clear he had no time for nonsense. You had heard stories – how he and his adopted daughter, Ellie, had made it across the country, surviving horrors most wouldn’t dare to speak of.

You weren’t sure if the stories were exaggerated, but after watching him from a distance—watching the way people gave him space, the way Maria treated him with quiet respect—you had little doubt that he was dangerous.

And yet, as you stood there, meeting his gaze across the cold winter air, you didn’t feel afraid.

He was older than you – by at least a decade, maybe more. His face was weathered, lined with years of hardship, his salt-and-pepper beard barley concealing the hard set of his jaw.

But it was his eyes that held you still.

Dark. Unforgiving. A storm behind them that hadn’t yet settled.

Joel looked at you like a man who had seen too much, lost too much.

And before you could say anything, he turned and went back inside.

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It took another week before you spoke to him.

Winter was settling in, and you had been trying to repair the wooden posts in your yard before the frost made the job impossible. You weren’t particularly skilled at manual labor, and after an hour of struggling, you heard the unmistakable sound of boots crunching against the frostbitten ground behind you.

“You’re makin’ a mess of that,” a gruff voice drawled.

The voice startled you – not because it was unexpected, but because of how close it was.

You turned to find Joel standing behind you, arms crossed over his broad chest. He was wearing a thick flannel, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal forearms scarred from years of survival.

You wiped your forehead with the back of your sleeve. “Yeah, well, it’s not like I’ve had much practice.”

Joel sighed through his nose, stepping forward. “You got a hammer?”

You blinked. “What?”

“A hammer,” he repeated, nodding toward the mess you had made. “If you’re fixin’ this, you need the right tools.”

A part of you bristled at his tone – like you were a kid who didn’t now what the hell she was doing. But another part of you, the one that had spent time watching him from afar, felt a strange sort of warmth at his offer.

Wordlessly, you handed him the hammer.

Joel took it without another word, rolling up the sleeves of his flannel before getting to work. You stood there, watching as he pulled out nails with ease, his large hands working with quiet efficiency. It shouldn’t have been mesmerizing, but it was.

You stood beside him, watching in silence.

After a few minutes, he finally spoke. “You new to this kinda thing?”

“Building fences?”

Joel huffed. “Survivin’ in a place like this.”

You frowned, shifting your weight. “I’ve been on my own a long time.”

“That ain’t what I asked.”

You exhaled, arms crossing over your chest. “I don’t know,” you admitted. “I’m still figuring it out.”

Joel glanced up at you then, his gaze unreadable.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “I get that.”

And for some reason, you believed him.

It was the first time you saw Joel as more than just an untouchable presence in town. The first time you saw him as a man.

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In the weeks that followed your first conversation by the fence, Joel’s presence began to weave itself into the fabric of your days in Jackson. There was no grand declaration or dramatic turning point – just the small, nearly imperceptible moments that hinted at something deeper.

You’d catch him watching you from across the town square, his eye quiet and observant, as if he were studying every nuance of your movements without judgment. When you passed by the stables on your way to tend to the horse, he’d give a slight nod – a gesture so subtle it might have been mistaken for a mere habit, but which, in its silence, spoke volumes about his unspoken interest.

One afternoon, as you struggled with a heavy bag of supplies that threatened to tip over with every step, Joel appeared almost silently at your side. Without a word, he took the bag from your arms, his strong hands steadying the load as he carried it into your cabin. There was a brief moment when your eyes met—a spark of acknowledgment passing between you both. It wasn’t an act of overt kindness; it was more like a wordless agreement that in this harsh world, you were both trying to find fragments of compassion. Joel Miller wasn’t a man known for gentle gestures, yet that day he offered you something akin to solace, and it left you both a little less alone.

Later, as you sat on your porch watching the sunset paint the sky in muted hues of orange and purple, you realized that his actions were not isolated incidents. Each time he crossed your path, there was a quiet attentiveness about him: the way his eyes would soften ever so slightly when he thought you weren’t looking, the careful way he maintained his distance yet seemed to be always nearby. There was a delicate balance in his presence—an understanding that neither of you needed to rush into anything overt, yet both of you were undeniably aware of the growing connection.

Inside, you wrestled with conflicting emotions. The world had taught you that reliance was a luxury, a weakness that could be exploited in a time of chaos. Yet here, in the midst of ruins and loss, this quiet understanding offered a glimmer of hope. It was as if, in the unspoken exchanges—a shared look at the market, a momentary brush of hands over a doorframe—both of you were rewriting the rules of survival. Perhaps, you thought, there was more to life than just fighting to stay alive; maybe there was room for care, for protection, and for the slow, cautious bloom of trust.

For his part, Joel’s actions were measured and deliberate. He didn’t offer empty platitudes or unearned compliments. Instead, his care was pragmatic: ensuring you had enough firewood when the nights turned bitterly cold, discreetly checking that your cabin’s door was locked after the town’s occasional rowdy gatherings, and even leaving a small package of food on your doorstep when you had been too tired to venture into town. Each gesture was a piece of a silent dialogue – language spoken without words, in which both of you communicated a shared resilience and a budding tenderness.

In those quiet moments, the barriers that had once defined your existence began to soften. You understood that Joel’s protectiveness wasn’t about control or ownership; it was a cautious offering of solidarity in a world where such bonds were rare and precious. And even as you remained guarded, your heart couldn’t help but lean into the comfort of his steady presence. The understanding between you wasn’t loud or flashy—it was the unremarkable beauty of everyday survival, of two wounded souls finding a semblance of peace in each other’s company.

This silent communion, built on small acts and measured glances, became a lifeline. It was a reminder that even amidst the chaos of a shattered world, connections could be forged—not through dramatic declarations or grand sacrifices, but through the quiet, persistent reassurance that you were not alone.

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“You should stay away from him.”

Maria’s voice was steady, but there was something in her tone – something bordering on a warning rather than simple advice.

It was late, the Tipsy Bison quiet except for the soft murmur of voices in the background. Most of the town had already turned in for the night, leaving only a few stragglers nursing weak drinks, their laughter subdued beneath the weight of the world outside Jackson’s walls.

You sat at the counter beside Maria, fingers wrapped around the rim of your glass, the cheap whiskey doing little to ease the tension in your chest. The warmth of the fire crackled behind you, casting soft shadows against the walls, but nothing could drown out the way her words settled like a stone in your gut.

“Joel?” you asked, as if you didn’t already now who she meant.

Maria gave you a look – one that reminded you that she wasn’t the kind of woman who played games. She was sharp, perceptive, and fiercely perceptive of the people in Jackson. And right now? She was trying to protect you.

“You’re new here,” she said carefully. “Maybe you don’t know how things work yet, but trust me when I say that Joel Miller is not the kind of man you want to get close to.”

You turned your glass slowly between your fingers, considering her words. “And why is that?”

Maria exhaled, her expression softening just slightly. “Because he’s dangerous.”

The word hung between you, heavy with meaning.

Dangerous.

You knew what she meant – everyone in Jackson had heard stories. The things Joel had done to get here. The men he had killed. The blood on his hands.

You’d seen glimpses of it yourself, in the sharpness of his gaze, in the way he moved – always aware, always ready. Even in safety, he carried himself like a man who didn’t trust peace.

And yet…

You glanced across the bar, where Joel sat alone in the farthest corner, his back to the wall, nursing his drink in silence. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were always moving, scanning the room with quiet vigilance.

“You afraid of him?” you asked, turning back to Maria.

She hesitated. “No,” she admitted. “Not for me. But for you? Yeah.”

A flicker of something uneasy crawled up your spine.

“I can take care of myself,” you said.

Maria sighed, rubbing a hand over her face. “I’m sure you can. But that’s not the point.” She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to something more personal. “Joel’s been through hell. And he’s not the kind of man who just … lets people in. Not without a cost.”

You frowned. “A cost?”

Maria’s lips pressed together like she was choosing her words carefully. “Look,” she said after a moment. “I know you’ve had a rough time before getting here. I don’t know all the details, and I won’t ask. But I do know that people like you – people like Joel – carry a lot of weight on their backs. And sometimes when two people with that much baggage collide… things don’t end well.”

Her words sat heavy in your chest.

She wasn’t wrong. You had lived long enough to know that some people weren’t meant to hold onto things. That some people weren’t built for softness, or love, or anything more than survival.

And yet, the idea of pulling away from Joel now felt impossible.

You thought of the way he looked at you – like he was trying not to, like he was fighting something within himself every time your paths crossed. You thought of the way he had helped you, in small, unspoken ways. The way his presence made you feel steadier, even when the rest of the world still felt unstable.

Maria sighed again softer this time. “I’m not saying he’s a bad man,” she admitted. “But he’s not an easy man. And if you get close to him… you need to be sure that’s something that you’re ready for.”

You swallowed, staring down at your drink, the amber liquid swirling beneath the dim light.

Were you ready for that?

Were you ready for him?

You weren’t sure.

But as your gaze flickered back toward the man in the corner, his fingers resting idly against the rim of his glass, you knew one thing for certain.

It was already too late to turn back.

[ailtrahq]

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[buttsonthebeach]

Perfect Strangers

I once again had the privilege of doing a commission for @rufflesandpearls featuring Mahalen Lavellan and Dominic Montagne! These two are just such a delight to write for. Thank you as always for commissioning me <3

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Pairing: Mahalen Lavellan x Dominic Montagne

Rating: General

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Halamshiral had been a glorious disaster. It had been everything Mahalen Lavellan could have dreamed of in his dreary, lonely childhood in the woods of the Free Marches: the canapes, the silver flutes of champagne, the jewelry, the perfume, the decadence and despair of it all. And him, swirling through it, the center of attention, the person everyone wanted to talk to, or talk about.

So, really, Hal wasn’t at all sure why his hands were shaking as he stood on the balcony when it was all over. Corypheus was thwarted. The Orlesian Empire would live another day with its masks and lies - its thin, satiny veneer of elegance, barely enough makeup to cover up its savage face.

So, really, why was he shaking?

Hal inhaled and tipped his head back and breathed in the smell of the ornamental gardens below. The roses overpowered almost every other scent, including the blood that had been spilled that night, and the ichor of the dead demons. And then another scent overpowered even that - the subtle, lilac smell of Dominic Montagne’s lotion.

Hal breathed easily for the first time all night.

“Whatever is the belle of this ball doing out here all alone?” Dominic asked, leaning up against the balustrade, all casual ease.

Mahalen looked him over, pretending to take the measure of a stranger. Dominic wore a black mask with raised designs but no colors or symbols that would mark his heraldry, and his black clothes were similar. They were well tailored as always. Elegant, understated, and enough not to draw attention unless you had an eye for detail. That was the idea, after all. Dominic was not supposed to be here at all. Hal wondered what his Inner Circle would say once they realized that the man in black trailing them throughout the Winter Palace was in fact his husband. Husband. It was a word that still fizzed and bubbled in his mind like the champagne the empress had served like it was water.

“Trying to stay out of the way of dangerous strangers, of course. Don’t you know there has been an attempt on my life this very evening?” Hal said, putting one hand on his chest in mock offense. It was his left hand, in fact. The one that shone with the symbol of their marriage.

Dominic’s eyes flickered to it, but he did not drop his casual, flirtatious posture. That only made Hal’s heart beat faster. To still be desired, chased after, even though Dominic already had his prize - Hal could not have asked for more.

“Indeed. I must assure you, messere, that I am no such dangerous stranger. In fact, you are a danger to me. Your gaze pierced my heart when you glanced across the ballroom tonight, and I have not been the same since. May I make the honor of your acquaintance?”

Hal laughed, and hid it demurely behind a gloved hand.

“Everyone at this party knows my name, my lord.”

“I would hear it from your pretty lips.”

Dominic moved closer, and beneath the mask his lips were fighting the urge to turn upwards into a smile. Hal couldn’t stop another laugh, this one not so demure, from escaping him. This serious, worldly, impossible man.

“Mahalen Lavellan, at your service. And you are?”

“Dominic Montagne. And I must assure you - it is I who am entirely at your service. What else can one do but fall at the feet of such beauty?”

As he spoke the words, Dominic took Hal’s hand and bent low over it. His lips hovered above his hand, and then he turned Hal’s hand over, and pressed a long, slow, sensual kiss to the wrist. The back of Hal’s neck prickled, and the shiver traveled all the way down his spine, and in that moment he forgot there was anything but the man before him. His husband. More perfect than a hundred high-society balls and simpering nobles and political intrigues.

“Messere, I must protest at such familiarity,” Hal said, though he did not take his hand back. “A gentleman must make me certain promises before he is so close to me.”

Dominic sank down to one knee without missing a beat.

“Then marry me, Mahalen Lavellan. I know we have only just met and yet I suspect that you are the love of my life, and will make me the happiest man in Thedas. Do you think me insane for speaking so?”

Mahalen laughed, and drew Dominic to his feet, and kissed him on the mouth. Dominic’s arms were warm and sure around him. People would talk, of course. The balcony was not exactly private. But he did not care.

“Never,” Hal said. “Unless you think I am mad as well for already loving a perfect stranger.”

Dominic smiled a tender, private smile. He stepped back and held his hand out once more in invitation.

“This is your night, my darling. Dance with me.”

They did, and Hal’s hands weren’t shaking any longer by the time the music was done.

[hardcoreprocess]

anonymous asked: hal and roxy having fun with hal's new robot body

“Silicone composite,” Hal says breathily, eyes cast down on Roxy’s hands as they knead and tug gently, fondling his lovingly molded tits with purpose. She affixes the automaton with a pout, puffed out cheeks, at being interrupted before asking her question. However, he’s awarded a pass for this, if only because he's sunk down between her spread legs. Kneeling, leaning into her touch.

Because, lest it be forgotten, he's letting her fondle his new tits. "They're so soft.” Roxy’s pushing the overly long shirt up higher before she even finishes talking, pulling gently on faux-flushed nipples. The attention to detail is incredible. Her attentions spur gasps, moans, relaxed hands becoming tight fists atop the bedsheets on either side of Roxy’s hips.

Hal grunts, his brows slanting upwards, inwards, at the stimulation. "Feels good, huh? Letting me play with your tits?" A proper reply isn’t even attempted, not when he can just reach beneath Roxy's skir, palm smoothing over her stiff cock.

The android's tongue flicks out, darting over his lips, backlit eyes curved into an impish smile. All while he tugs her panties down, coaxing her dick into his field of vision. Precum smears over his thumb, twisting pleasure in her gut as  he leans forward. Eagerly, he presses her cock between his breasts, holding them snug against twitching, flushed skin.

Roxy, helpless, ruts into this new friction, reveling in the snug not-warmth, watching her cock tent Hal’s borrowed T-shirt until pre leaks out of the fabric.

[navybrat817]

This is alpha Bucky and I need him! 🥵

Nonnie, that is prime alpha!Bucky and I'm here for it. And apparently I'm not capable of actually writing full one-shots at the moment, but here's a taste of alpha!Bucky and alpha!Hal no one asked for. Sorry? Enjoy, lovelies! ❤️

Thanks to @book-dragon-13 for helping me hash out details for our alphas and what's to come. 💙

The Start of Something New

Pairing: Mechanic Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader x Carpenter Alpha!Hal Carter

Word Count: Almost 650

Warnings: Alpha Bucky and Hal (those are warnings), bit oh fluff, pinch of angst, no smut (not yet at least)

Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please comment and reblog if you’re inclined! 18+ please!!! - Banners by the lovely @its-just-may and moodboard by yours truly.

Finding your new home was exciting and exhilarating, even if some of your loved ones worried at the thought of you being alone.

“Being an omega doesn’t make me helpless. If anything, I’m stronger because I’m allowed to be vulnerable.”

So when you moved into the small neighborhood, you weren’t intending to find your mates.

And you certainly didn’t expect your place to be right between their homes. 

Hal, the kind carpenter, introduced himself to you first when he offered to help move your things inside.

You took in his charming smile and tanned arms as you told him your name.

You were wary for a moment, but your instincts told you to trust him. He didn’t come on strong or aggressive like many other alphas you encountered. 

Something, however, told you not to mistake his kindness for weakness. 

And his scent both calmed your nerves and ignited a spark inside you. Oak, apple pie, and a hint of what reminded you of horses, as if you were running through a field.

Hal was so distracting that when he waved Bucky, the mechanic, over to help, you didn’t protest. 

The massive man was the quieter and more intense of the two as he joined his friend. You almost bared your neck, but managed not to.

When Bucky told you his name, you caught his scent, too. Bonfire, plums, and a hint of leather, like a jacket.

Their scents together should have been too strong… too much. But it blended into something you wanted to bottle and keep for your own.

They were trying to catch your scent, too. Your blockers made it difficult.

They called to you so strongly and you couldn’t help but wonder if they felt it, too.

“Living alone, omega?” Bucky asked quietly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I have a name. And yes,” you answered as you took the box from Hal’s hands.

They didn’t laugh as you raised your chin. If anything, they looked impressed.

“I almost pity the alpha who crosses you,” Hal said with a small smirk.

“Almost,” Bucky added with the briefest of smiles.

You bit your lip to bite back your whimper. The point of living alone was to be independent, not to be a simpering mess.

“If they mess with me, they don’t deserve your pity.”

You nearly preened when Hal’s bright laugh and Bucky’s low chuckle hit your ears, following you inside. You wanted to hear it again and again.

They were in sync as they worked together, at ease instead of fighting for dominance. That took a level of deep trust and respect. 

But the longer they stayed, the more their scents lingered. Except for one room.

“No!” you shouted before either could get into the room at the end of the hall. When they set the boxes by the door, heat flooded your cheeks. “It’s just…”

“You don’t want our scents in your bedroom?” Hal guessed, no judgement in his voice as you nodded.

“We understand, doll,” Bucky told you, but hurt flashed in his eyes as he went past you.

You almost reached out to stop him, not wanting to see that look in his eyes ever again. “I’m sorry,” you whispered as Hal began to walk away, too. 

“Hey, none of that. Your home. Your rules. I wouldn’t let strange alphas in my bedroom either,” he assured you, grinning when you smiled softly.

“Thanks,” you said, feeling a little better as he winked and caught up to his friend.

You sighed as you leaned against the wall, your thighs firmly pressed together. You were not going to let your body dictate your actions, no matter how perfect they seemed.

You didn't know them… but you wanted to.

How the hell would you survive living among these men?

Better yet… What the hell were you going to do when you had your next heat?

*****

More from our Alphas in A Proper Welcome.

[thehyperrequiem]

The Angry Robots movie Duology (Angry Birds Movie Parody) cast

The Angry Robots Movie 1: "When an island populated by happy, robots is visited by mysterious techno-organics, it's up to three unlikely outcasts - Ratchet, Aviator and Fireman - to figure out what the techno-organics are up to."

The Angry Robots Movie 2: "After saving Robot Island from an all-out techno-organic invasion, the isle's always cranky local hero, Ratchet, still finds himself doing battle with Predacon Island. As the prank war between techno-organics and robots is raging, massive plant projectiles coming from the Scarlet Witchcraft tyrant Spike Rosered's overgrown Maverick Island threaten the security of both havens, unless Ratchet and Cyborg Cookie agree to form a difficult but honest truce. Now, Ratchet, Fireman, Blast Hornet, Aviator, and his brilliant sister, Arcee, have to join forces with Cyborg Cookie's mighty techno-organic team to thwart the megalomaniac Spike Rosered's bold schemes for world domination. However, is Ratchet capable of change?"

Ratchet (Transformers Animated) as Red

Aviator (Mighty No. 9) as Chuck

Fireman (Megaman 1) as Bomb

Blast Hornet (Megaman X3) as Mighty Eagle

Cyborg Cookie (Cookie Run) as King Leonard

Waspinator (Beast Wars) as Ross

Aquaman (Megaman 8) as Matilda

Neptune (Megaman V) as Terence

Splashwoman (Megaman 9) as Stella

Knightman (Megaman 6) as Judge Peckinpah

Bubbleman (Megaman 2) as Cyrus

Scrapper (Transformers animated) as Hal

Mixmaster (Transformers animated) as Bubbles

Sheepman (Megaman 10) as Old Lady Bird

Clownman (Megaman 8) as Mime Bird

Various Robots as Various Birds

Woodman (Megaman 2) as the Hug Trader

Predacons (Beast Wars) as The Pigs

Quickstrike (Beast Wars) as Earl

Wheelie (Transformers), Kikmee and Burgertron (Transformers Botbots) as Jay, Jake, and Jim

Arcee (Transformers Animated) as Silver

Spike Rosered (Megaman X5) as Zeta

Lilybell Cookie (Cookie Run) as Debbie

Blackarachnia (Transformers Animated) as Courtney

Dinobot (Beast Wars) as Garry

Flame Stag (Megaman X2) and Blaze Heatnix (Megaman X6) as Jerry and Carl

Infinity Mijinion (Megaman X6) as Glenn

Overdrive Ostrich (Megaman X2) as Axel

Cryosphere (Mighty No. 9), Ion Cookie Robot (Cookie Run), and Iceman (Megaman 1) as The Hatchlings

Strongarm (Transformers Robots in Disguise) as Pinky

Windblade (Transformers Cyberverse) as Ella

Mavericks (Megaman X series) as Eagles

[sephirocks]

Fictive List

Here are all my fictives in a list of tiers of how often they pop up as fronting in my head

Literally just masquerading as me in a trenchcoat

- Sephiroth (Final Fantasy VII)

- Genesis Rhapsodos (Final Fantasy VII)

- Akihiro/Fang (Marvel Comics/ X-Men)

- Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)

- Greed (Fullmetal Alchemist/Brotherhood)

All the time, constantly fronting, exists to torment me, fight among themselves for host dominance:

- Jason Todd (DC Comics)

- Shatterstar (Marvel Comics/X-Men)

- Adam X (Marvel Comics/X-Men)

- Boba Fett (Star Wars)

- Darth Maul (Star Wars)

Shows up fairly often, pretty constant, lots of input from the peanut gallery:

- Deidara (Naruto)

- Vigilante (DC Comics)

- Longshot (Marvel Comics/X-Men)

- Gambit (Remy LeBeau) (Marvel Comics/X-Men)

- Gene Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

- Jake Long (American Dragon Jake Long)

- Zack Fair (Final Fantasy VII)

- Orochimaru (Naruto)

Medium Levels of activity, sometimes will disappear for awhile and just fight among themselves and forget what their job in the system is. Still a big part of me.

- Gajeel Redfox (Fairy Tail)

- Wolverine (exclusively old man Logan version) (X-Men Cinematic Universe)

- Solf J. Kimblee (Fullmetal Alchemist/ Brotherhood)

- Hiro Hamada (Big Hero 6)

- Sokka (Avatar the Last Airbender)

- Jaskier (the Witcher (TV SHOW ONLY))

Minor levels of activity as alters, rarely ever show up, and when they do, its fleeting. Barely influential, but still a part of me. They mainly just talk to each other and do their own thing:

- Murtagh (Inheritance Cycle)

- Tulio (Road to El Dorado)

- Hal Jordan (DC Comics)

- Coran (Voltron Legendary Defenders)

- Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

- Quinlan Vos (Star Wars)

- Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

- Diego Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

- Graverobber (Repo! The Genetic Opera)

- Iron Man (Marvel Comics)

- Boromir (Lord of the Rings)

- Guy Gardner (DC Comics)

- JD (Heathers/Heathers the Musical)

- Kit Fisto (Star Wars)

[usafphantom2]

Image of the new cockpit of the B-52 shows a cleaner layout

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 10/18/22 - 08:07 in Military

Boeing image of the probable future cockpit of the B-52H, after modifications to the radar and engine were made to the 60-year-old bomber. (Photo: Boeing)

A new image of Boeing shows that the cockpit of the B-52 will have a cleaner and simplified appearance after the bomber completes a program of some of the most substantial changes in its 60-year history.

The image is still considered fictitious, but it will probably be close to the final version of what the BUFF "front office" will be like, from the middle of this decade.

The digital image, released by Boeing to Air & Space Forces Magazine, shows a layout with many new "glass cockpit" color displays, but maintaining some of the "steam averagers" and analog style displays of the six decades of B-52H service.

Dominating the panel will be four large color multifunction displays that will present a variety of flight status information, as well as images of the new radar system of the B-52 - derived from the radar AN/APG-79 of the F/A-18 - as well as presentations of the new datalink B-52 and images of the Sniper or Litening optical/infrared direction

Monitors can also play a role in the use of the new hypersonic weapons of the B-52 - the bomber will be the initial platform for the AGM-183 Rapid Response Weapon, or ARRW - as well as its new nuclear weapon, the LRSO (Long-Range Stand-Off) missile.

B-52H Cockpit (61-0007 / 'Ghost Rider') after review at the Oklahoma City Air Logistics Complex, Okla. in 2016. (Photo: U.S. Air Force / Greg L. Davis)

The center console will also have an updated acceleration station, to control the eight new Rolls Royce F130 engines of the B-52, which will be digitally managed.

A statement from Boeing that accompanies the image said it shows "new 8 x 10 digital displays, mechanical-digital hybrid acceleration system, new (2x data hub units), new engine failure maintenance recorder, new engine air data system (and) modified system panels, as well as structural, electrical, pneumatic and hydraulic updates associated with this modernization effort."

The U.S. Air Force chose to exchange the eight Pratt & Whitney TF-33 engines of the B-52 for eight new engines - instead of consolidating for four larger turbofans - for a variety of reasons, most of them having to do with the limited takeoff clearance of engines with larger diameters; the need for a more radical redesign of the engine/wing/pill interface and the Continuing with eight engines should also facilitate the transition of pilots from the B-52 to the updated aircraft.

USAF officials said they are thinking of renaming the B-52H to B-52I or B-52J after receiving new radars and engines, because the aircraft will be substantially different enough after the upgrades to ensure a new designator and maintain clearer records of maintenance and pilot hours.

Boeing is the integrator of the various updates being installed on the B-52 and will perform much of the internal reconfiguration of the control and wiring systems on the initial B-52 at its facilities in San Antonio, Texas. The subsequent work will be done at the B-52 warehouse at the Oklahoma Air Logistics Complex in Oklahoma City.

Source: Air Force and Space Magazine

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Chapter 2

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“Michetta, wake up. Wake up. C’mon, y/n you need to get up.” Damiano was shaking your shoulders. You opened your eyes only for your retinas to be assaulted by artificial light. Squinting, you glanced out of the window.

“It's still night time,” you croaked. “Why the fuck am I awake?”

“Do you need anything you don’t already have at my apartment?” You try to make sense of the situation, to form a cognizant thought.

“Um, no? I don’t think so.”

“Medications? Comforting things?” Damiano’s energy is manic, he’s wide awake.

“I like the fuzzy blanket in my closet.” He gets up and throws open the doors. “Top shelf,” you yawn. “Unless you give me a really good reason for being conscious right now, I’m going back to sleep.” You turn over and throw the blanket over your head to block the light out. Immediately he’s at your side, pulling the blanket back. “What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry cara mia. I know you’re really tired and your body needs rest right now, but we have to go to my apartment. You can sleep there.” He looks genuinely apologetic. His voice is anxious, and his pupils are completely blown out.

“What's wrong with your eyes?” you yawn.

“Rut.” Now you’re waking up. As soon as you start to sit up, Damiano puts one hand on the small of your back and the other under your knees, helping you become upright. He crouches at your feet putting your shoes on.

“Why are you going into rut?” And what the fuck is happening right now?

“Because you’re going into heat. One triggers the other. You can’t smell yourself?” He looks incredulous and you raise your arm to get a whiff. Nothing. Damiano scoffs at your confusion. “Well every other alpha in the fucking city can and I haven’t marked you so we need to go.”

“I just showered,” you whine.

“That's not what I meant, it's glandular.” Damiano has stopped moving around your room at super speed and has one of your duffel bags packed, as well as your purse in hand. “C’mon let's go.” Your jaw drops.

“What time is it?” You stand up and he immediately winces.

“You’re wearing my jacket.” He drops the bags and takes it off, moving behind you to pull your arms through.

“But you’ll be cold!”

“That doesn’t really matter right now, you need to smell like me in some way.” All of his movements are focused and utilitarian, but there's a high level of anxiety in the room. It's like he’s a spring wound too tight or a predator about to pounce. Even after putting on his coat he looks dissatisfied.

“Damiano, I really feel like you’re overreacting, baby. I don’t feel like I’m in heat and I’m not going anywhere in the middle of the night.”

“Either you’re walking or I’m carrying you, which is it going to be?” Normally you’d bite back with “neither,” but looking at his face you know he’s 100% serious. Now you’re angry. He’s treating you like a toddler having a tantrum when he’s the one being agro. You walk out the door without saying anything, taking your time to lock it behind you as a small act of defiance. You hear a dorm room door down the hall open and see another student that you know to be an alpha, staring at you. He takes two steps towards you and Damiano lets out a threatening growl from the back of his throat, wrapping his arms around you.

“My bad, didn’t know she was claimed,” he throws his hands up in defeat.

“You didn’t know she was claimed when I’m standing right fucking here? With intelligence like that, daddy must have bought your way into this university,” he says with so much menace that your jaw drops.

“Damiano!”

“Sorry, man. Didn’t know neutered bitches like you could have omegas.” It was an outdated, derogatory insult for alphas who were on hormone control. The older generation saw it as the most fundamentally non-alpha thing you could do, to deny their dominant nature. It was the ultimate iteration of toxic masculinity, and you’d opposed it your whole life. Damiano didn’t take the bait, instead guiding you down the hall.

You made it out of the building without incident, but could feel the eyes of the occasional alpha coming home from a night of partying on you as you walked to the car. In every slightly unhinged, hungry gaze you saw the possibility of attack and the fear shook you. Your friends had told you horror stories too, plenty of them. You were quivering like you’d drank too much coffee, stumbling in the dark towards the parking lot. Damiano stepped in front of you, halting your progress when all you wanted was to make it to safety. The entire journey you’d been as physically close as possible, tucked into his side. Now he crushed you in his embrace, noses nearly touching.

“Breath, y/n. No one needs to be convinced that you have an alpha except me. Do you understand? I won’t let any of them touch you.” The way he said it astounded you. This wasn’t just your Damiano, this was your alpha, and in his gaze you saw the capability to severely injure someone who threatened you.

“Why are they…'' you trailed off, meekly.

“I haven’t marked you, yet. They can’t smell me. When I do, you’ll feel better.” He speaks with such confidence it's all you can do to nod. “I’m so sorry you’re scared, cara mia. Heat heightens your emotions.” You knew that, you’d read all the symptoms, but recognising them in real time was a different thing entirely.

“So, so” you lip trembled “will I feel this way the whole time?” The prospect of fear prolonged for the three to seven days of your heat was overwhelming. “Because I can’t handle that, I -”

“No,” he answers, firmly. “If I’d had time to prepare you’d never feel fear at all, only pleasure.” He frees one hand to tuck hair behind your ears. “I want this experience to be beautiful and passionate and satisfying for you.” If you were surrounded by a thousand alphas, Damiano’s presence would be the only one you’d feel, or even perceive. The animalistic connection you’d heard about had established itself, and was only getting stronger as the hormone blockers left your systems. “Let's go home.”

On the drive to his apartment Damiano gets progressively more tense. He’s trying to hide his labored breathing, eyes burning potholes in the road in front of him, jaw clenched. You watch his hand as he impatiently drums his fingers on the steering wheel. It's a quick tap, tap, tap, tap every time. Watching his fingertips hitting the steering wheel makes you think of his fingers tracing your skin after sex. He’d take off the condom then cuddle you, sometimes his softening cock would lay on your bare skin. You always hoped to feel a couple twitches of aftershock from his raw member pressed to your thigh. Once it got you so worked up that he had to put a fresh condom on and fucked you viciously enough that someone pounded on your dorm room door.

“Go breed your girlfriend somewhere else, asshole!” You’d both laughed until your stomach’s hurt. Damiano opened both windows on his side, not even cringing at the freezing night air.

“Is it that bad?” You’re freshly showered and maybe a little turned on, but not enough to create a scent. “Do I reek?”

“You smell like heaven,” Damiano responds tightly. You watched the speedometer climbs from 70 to 75. “I want to pull over, put your legs over my shoulders in the back seat and fuck you raw until you’re so thorougly marked that no one will bother to look at my omega.” His apartment is 20 minutes away, 15 at this speed.

“Are we not going into heat at the same time?” The strength of his instincts are intimidating you. His eyes break from the road, expression softening.

“No michetta, we are. Sorry if I’m scaring you cara mia. Your second heat it’ll make more sense, but for now you’ve got to trust me.” He extends a hand to comfortingly rub your knee then snatches it away. You wish he hadn’t, that you were going 30 so he could drive one handed with the other between your legs.

“It’s just, I can’t smell your pheamones and all you’re talking about is sex. That's not usually like you. I know you stopped taking your blockers so our cycles would sync up, but that was like six hours ago. It just seems like everything is going really fast.”

“And what was your last thought about, michetta?” Your jaw drops and Damiano laughs. “As for things going really fast…” he sighs. “I’m sure it does feel that way. Like I said, this is not how I wanted to do it.” He looks crestfallen as he grips the steering wheel. “You triggered my rut, so we’re definitely in the same place.”

“How would you have to do it?” He smiles wide, at just the thought. You realize that he’s probably been secretly fantasizing about this since you started dating, maybe since he first saw you. “Well I wouldn’t have wanted it to be a medical necessity. I would have wanted you to ask me to be your alpha, formally, freely.” Given how culturally evolved you both were, it surprised you that this was something Damiano wanted. It was a mating tradition from the original hybrids, a way to establish a nonpermanent reproductive bond. In your particular case it was one tier above being your boyfriend and one tier below engagement.

“Will you be my alpha?” You turn towards him, surprised that you earnestly want this too.

“Y/n -”

“I’m not trying to cheapen this for you. I know this isn’t romantic or epic. That we’re driving at a highly illegal speed through back country butt-fuck nowhere in the middle of the night.I really wish I had flowers.”

“I think I’m the one that's supposed to have roses,” he sniffles.

“You love when I buy you flowers, don’t lie.” He lets out an emotional chuckle, wiping a stray tear from his cheek.

“I knew that this was inevitable, that it had to happen. For months now, in my mind it's always inevitably been with you. I just didn’t have a date. Obviously I’ve been avoiding it at all costs.”

“Really?” he croaks, wiping another tear. “You didn’t say anything.” Apparently rut also makes you emotional.

“I love you” you emphasize. “So of course. What else? Who else? I love you.” The weight of the thing lands on you, how it's much too heavy to have to have been ignored. Heat doesn’t have meaning to you because you’ve never experienced it, but it does to him. Of course it does. “I was too freaked out to consider that this could be” you pause and grimace. “Okay maybe not like a blessing, necessarily…”

“No I get it,” he assures, rubbing your knee. “I just didn’t want to demean you.”

“New rule: in the future let's not have a Big Bad Thing That We Never Ever Talk About, I feel like this wasn’t the healthiest and I want our relationship to be emotionally sustainable.” He nodded adamantly and you pushed for more information. “What else?”

“Well I’d get you settled in my apartment a couple days beforehand, that way you could nest if you wanted. I think it's part of the reason you’re feeling so destabilized right now.”

“Yeah both my moms nest,” you admit. You can see Damiano filling away the information. The thought of carefully collecting enough food for the duration of your heat, the time to organize your clothes and toiletries, and wrapping yourself in half a dozen blankets had your heart ache in yearning. “That would have been nice,” you say, wistfully.

“I’m sorry michetta.” Damiano strokes your cheek with the back of his knuckles. “I would have liked to prepare for rut with you too, instead of being catapulted into it.

“Well, since it's my fault you’re in rut, so I guess we’re even.” Damiano snickers and clicks on his blinker to exit the highway. ”How come I can’t smell you? Did the hormone blockers damage your scent glands?” The suggestion makes Damiano shudder.

“No, no.” He pauses to turn left off the freeway exit. “The short answer for that, since we’re almost home, is that heat and rut progress in different ways.”

“So besides the medical cluster fuck, everythings normal?”

“Mhm.” He keeps his eyes on the winding back roads as the first whispers of dawn hit the pine trees. The eyes of possums and racoons reflect back from the headlights. They’re crouched just off the shoulder, watching cars rumble by as the world is bathed in blue light. Damiano’s eyes carefully scan back and forth, making sure none get the bright idea to run into the road. After a few minutes, the steady beat of the blinker is on again, as Damiano turns into the parking lot of his apartment complex. You don’t hear it, though, or the engine turning off. He carefully undoes your seatbelt and carries you into his apartment, asleep in his arms.

Notes: I wrote fluff?! I'm kinda proud of myself. I really hope you're enjoying Maneskin omegaverse so far. As always, I appreciate feedback. Next chapter I will finally deliver on that infamous a/b/o smut-tacular. Thanks for reading!

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Trials Of Pleasure - Chapter 2

Trials Of Pleasure - Chapter 2/8

(LOKI X READER / PRINCE HAL X READER / SIR THOMAS SHARPE X READER / CAPTAIN JAMES CONRAD X READER / DOCTOR ROBERT LAING X READER / ADAM X READER / JONATHAN PINE X READER)

You want Loki. You always have. You admire his magic. You crave the power he can give you. But most of all, you want to be his pleasure slave. You want to be the one he fucks every day.

After years of unsuccessfully trying to summon Loki, you turn to dark magic. It works and you manage to forcefully bring Loki to you. He’s impressed by your dedication and talent but angered at the way you summoned him. For that reason, Loki is going to make you prove that you are worth all of this trouble. He’s going to see just how willing you are to submit to him and his sexual desires. To do that, he’s going to put you through a series of trials to see if you have what it takes to be his student and his toy.

Your mission is to deliver pleasure to Loki’s “friends” throughout history. You’ll have to find them, please them, fuck them.

Who are they? The Prince. The Baronet. The Soldier. The Doctor. The Musician. The Spy.

Loki will send you to the time periods, you’ll just need to find them. Will you be able to survive the peril that comes with searching for these men? Can you give them enough pleasure to prove to Loki that you are worthy of being the woman who warms his bed? Or will you get lost in the timelines without your magic and without a way back home?

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Chapter 2: The Prince

Word Count: 5201

Summary: It’s the first trial you must face. You have no idea what to expect, you just hope you can figure out how to get through this challenge

NSFW, SMUT, DOMINANT PRINCE HAL, ROUGH SEX, FLOOR SEX, BREEDING KINK

1402

You weren’t sure how long you were falling for when you finally landed. Your back hit the ground with a thud and you watched the portal close in the sky above you. You took a shaky breath as you looked down and noticed that your short dress had been replaced by a long, elegant maroon dress.

One that was certainly not from your time period.

You looked around as you stood from the ground, wiping blades of grass off of the unfamiliar fabric. It itched and was heavier than you expected. Grunting, you took in your surroundings - green grass, rolling hills, and...fuck, was that a castle?

It stood like a behemoth in the distance, its gray stone and brick appearing cold against its green backdrop. Looking around, you realized that was the only building around you. That must be your first destination. 

Great. How am I going to find the person I’m looking for in that?

You collected the bottom of your dress and began walking towards the castle. You could hear the pounding of horse hooves in the distance and when you got closer to the castle, you realized you were extremely out of your element. Guards surrounded the castle wearing thick sheets of armor and they held pointed spears. Flags with crests billowed in the wind. The road beneath you was made of dirt and you watched donkeys and oxen pull carts to and from the castle. This looked like something straight out of an old period film.

Oh. Right. Loki said he was sending you straight to 1402. Wonderful.

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[quierorodarnojodan]

Estábamos bromeando con un amigo @mcdonneeli sobre que tenemos muchos ships similares si no casi todos, pero que irónicamente ambos nos peleamos por el mismo pj a usar y por eso jamás podemos rolear las ships xDD entonces me puse hacer la lista a ver que dice mi compatriota desalmado.

Anime/Manga

Axis Power Hetalia

Alemania x Norte De Italia

Austria x Hungría [♥]

Dinamarca x Noruega

España x Sur De Italia

Prussia x Hungría

Prussia x Austria [♥]

Bleach

Ichigo Kurosaki x Uryuu Ishida [♥]

Ikkaku Madarame x Yumichika Ayasegawa

Kyouraku Shunsui x Ukitake Jyuushirou [♥]

Carole & Tuesday

Carole Stanley x Tuesday Simmons

Cyborg 009

Jet Link (002) x Albert Heinrich (004)

Digimon

Ishida Yamato x Yagami Taichi [♥]

Dragon Ball

Goku x Vegeta

Durarara!!

Celty Sturluson x Kishitani Shinra

Kadota Kyohei x Izaya Orihara

Fairy Tails

Levy McGarden x Gajeel Redfox

FullMetal Alchemist

Maes Hughes x Roy Mustang [♥]

Get Backers

Kakei Juubei & Fuuchouin Kazuki

Haikyuu!!

Ooikawa Tooru x Iwaizumi Hajime

Haru wo Daiteita

Kato Youji x Iwaki Kyosuke [♥]

Hunter x Hunter

Hisoka x Illumi Zoldyck

Leorio Paladiknight x Kurapika [♥]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Joseph Joestar x Caesar Zeppeli

Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin [♥]

Mohammed Abdul x Jean Pierre Polnareff

Kuroko no Basket

Atsushi Murasakibara x Tatsuya Himuro

Kiyoshi Teppei x Makoto Hanamiya [♥]

Midorima Shintaro x Takao Kazunari [♥]

Naruto

Uzumaki Naruto x Uchiha Sasuke

Hatake Kakashi x Umino Iruka [♥]

Haruno Sakura x Yamanaka Ino

One Piece

Eustass Kid x Trafalgar D. Law

Roronoa Zoro x Vinsmoke Sanji

Saint Seiya

Manigoldo x Albafika [♥]

Hyoga x Shun

Sailor Moon

Kunzite x Zoisite

Michiru Kaiō x Haruka Tenou

Sakura Card Captor

Touya Kinomoto x Yukito Tsukishiro [♥]

Shingeki no Kyojin

Erwin Smith x Levi Rivaille

Marco Bott X Jean Kirstein

The Prince of Tennis

Inui Sadaharu x Kaidou Kaoru [♥]

Tiger & Bunny

Kotetsu Kaburagi x Barnaby Brooks Jr.

Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru

Hotsuma Renjou x Shusei Usui [♥♥♥]

Cartoons

Adventure Time

Marceline Abadeer x Princess Bubblegum

Marshall Lee x Prince Gumball

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Jet x Zuko [♥]

Ed, Edd n Eddy

Kevin x Edd (Doble D)

Generador Rex

Rex Salazar x Noah Nixon [♥]

Happy Tree Friends

Lumpy x Russell

Shifty x Lifty

Splendid x Flippy

Scooby-Doo

Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley

The Dragon Prince

Rey Harrow x Viren

The Legend of Korra

Korra x Asami Sato

Iroh II x Bolin

Voltron

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane x Adam [♥]

Xiaolin Showdown

Chase Young x Jack Spicer

Series

9-1-1

Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz x Evan "Buck" Buckley [♥]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Angel (Angelus) x Spike (William) [♥]

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Carmilla

Carmilla Karnstein x Laura Hollis

Class

Matteusz Andrzejewski x Charlie Smith

Common Law

Travis Marks x Wes Mitchell [♥]

Cobra Kai

Daniel LaRusso x Johnny Lawrence

Deadwind (Karppi)

Sofia Karppi x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

Tom Branson x Thomas Barrow

Richard Ellis x Thomas Barrow

Eyewitness

Lukas Waldenbeck x Philip Shea

Grey's Anatomy

Mark Sloan x Derek Shepherd

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham

Hawaii Five-0

Danny Williams x Steve McGarret [♥]

Hemlock Grove

Peter Rumancek x Roman Godfrey [♥]

How to Get Away with Murder

Oliver Hampton x Connor Walsh

Iron Fist

Danny Rand x Ward Meachum [♥♥]

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex x Willie

Las chicas del cable

Francisco Gómez x Carlos Cifuentes [♥]

LazyTown

Sportacus x Robbie Rotten

London Spy

Alex x Danny

Merlin

Arhur Pendragone x Merlin

Once Upon a Time

Regina Mills x Emma Swan

Regina Mills x Robin Hood

Shadow and Bone

Aleksander / The Darkling x Kaz Brekker

Jasper Fahey x Kaz Brekker

Star Trek

James T. Kirk x Spock

Leonard MCCoy x Spock

Malcolm Reed x Charles "Trip" Tucker III

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

The Alienist

Laszlo Kreizler x John Moore

The Boys

Billy Butcher x Homelander (John)

The Irregulars

Billy x Leopold

Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

The Order

Hamish Duke x Randall Carpio

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves x Klaus Hargreeves

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x Rick Grimes

The Witcher

Geralt de Rivia x Jaskier

Torchwood

Jack Harkness x Ianto Jones [♥]

Travelers

Trevor Holden x Philip Pearson

Vampire Diaries

Alaric Saltzman x Damon Salvatore

Warehouse 13

Helena G. Wells x Myka Bering

Películas

Cloud Atlas

Rufus Sixsmith x Robert Frobisher

Sonmi-451 x Hae-Joo Chang

Inception

Eames x Robert Fischer

Dom Cobb x Robert Fischer

IT

Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

James Bond

James Bond x Q [♥]

Rise of the Guardians

Sandman x Pitch Black

Star Wars

Baze Malbus x Chirrut Îmwe

Poe Dameron x Armitage Hux​ [♥]

The Old Guard

'Joe' Yusuf Al-Kaysani x 'Nicky' Nicolo di Genova

The Road to El Dorado

Tulio x Miguel

U.N.C.L.E.

Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin

Libros

Harry Potter

Albus Dumbledore x Gellert Grindelwald [♥]

Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott [♥]

Pansy Parkinson x Daphne Greengrass [♥]

James Potter x Severus Snape [♥]

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane x Alexander G. Lightwood

The Raven Cycle

Ronan Lynch x Adam Parrish

Richard Gansey III x Blue Sargent

Comics

DC Comics

Apollo x Midnighter

Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne [♥]

Diana Prince x Steve Trevor

Garfield Logan x Rachel Roth

Hal Jordan x Barry Allen

Pamela Isley x Harleen Quinzel

Jason Todd x Dick Grayson [♥]

Maggie Sawyer x Kate Kane

Roy Harper x Dick Grayson

Cassandra Cain x Stephanie Brown

Hernan Guerra x Kirk Langstrom

Michael Jon Carter x Ted Kord

Marvel

America Chavez x Kate Bishop

Azazel x Janos Quested

Gambit x Rogue

Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Logan x Scott Summers [♥]

Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner

Shatterstar x Julio Richter (Rictor) [♥]

Steve Rogers x James B. Barnes [♥]

Theodore Altman x William Kaplan

Tony Stark x Loki Laufeyson [♥]

Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker

Videojuegos

Assassin's Creed

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad x Malik Al-Sayf [♥]

Ezio Auditore da Firenze x Leonardo Da Vinci

Bayonetta

Bayonetta x Jeanne

Detroit: Become Human

Captain Allen x Gavin Reed

Connor, RK800 x Gavin Reed [♥]

Elijah Kamski x Gavin Reed

Elijah Kamski x Leo Manfred [♥]

Kara, AX400 x Luther, TR400 [♥]

Markus, RK200 x Simon, PL600 [♥]

Nines, RK900 x Gavin Reed

North, WR400 x Chloe, ST200

Ralph, WR600 x Jerry, EM400

Simon, PL600 x Gavin Reed

Devil May Cry

Dante x Vergil [♥]

Nero x V

Final Fantasy VII

Cid Highwind x Vincent Valentine

Final Fantasy XII

Basch fon Ronsenburg x Balthier [♥♥♥]

Kingdom Hearts

Saïx x Axel

Metal Gear

Solidus Snake x Raiden

Overwatch

Gabriel Reyes x Jack Morrison

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield x Leon S. Kennedy [♥♥♥]

Claire Redfield x Moira Burton

Jake Muller x Leon S. Kennedy

Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira [♥♥]

Jill Valentine x Claire Redfield

Rebecca Chambers x Billy Coen

The Evil Within

Sebastian Castellano x Joseph Oda

Podcast

Welcome to Night Vale

Carlos x Cecil Palmer

Crossovers

Samurai Jack/Johnny Bravo

Johnny Bravo x Samurai Jack

Canon x Oc

Deadwind (Karppi)

OMC x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

OMC x Thomas Barrow

Locke & Key

Tyler Locke x OMC

OMC x Duncan Locke

Lost in Space

OMC x Don West

Pokemon

OMC x x James

The Dragon Prince

Soren x OMC

The Irregulars

OMC x John Watson

The Lord of the Rings

OMC x Legolas

Political Animals

OMC x Thomas James "T.J." Hammond

Resident Evil

Jake Muller x OMC

Star Trek

OMC x Julian Bashir

Warehouse 13

OMC x Steve Jinks

Wizards: Tales of Arcadia

OMC x Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan

Duplas de Actores

Aaron Paul x Hugh Dancy

Bradley James x Colin Morgan

Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Daniel Craig x Ben Whishaw

Daniel Sunjata x Aaron Tveit

Dominic Purcell x Wentworth Miller

Edward Holcroft x Ben Whishaw

Gabriella Pession x Richard Flood

Gabriel Macht x Patrick J. Adams

Hanno Koffler x Max Riemelt

Jamie Dornan x Cillian Murphy

Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki

Landon Liboiron x Bill Skarsgård

Mads Mikkelsen x Hugh Dancy

Matt Davis x Ian Somerhalder

Michael Fassbender x James McAvoy

Rami Malek x Martin Wallström

Scott Caan x Alex O'Loughlin

Shemar Moore x Matthew Gray Gubler

Tom Hardy x Cillian Murphy

[thetwstwildcard]

🍫 spin a wheel of our ships lol

and just do one ship pls cause i don’t want you to die

As your elder... I do what I want!!!

Fox Squad

"Lovette, you know you didn't have to do this if you wanted to kiss me" John chuckled as he looked at the box of pocky in his girlfriend's hand "It's a game dear, surely you'll humor little old me~" the fox batted her eyelashes as she leaned closer to him "Trying to seduce me?" He raised an eyebrow but leaned down a bit to catch the opposite end of pocky in his lips.

He could see a faint glow in her eyes "You don't have to use your unique magic on me" he chuckled as he leaned his forehead against hers "After all, haven't I already won? I've stolen the most important thing, your heart." He pecked her lips and flashed a smile before turning away, leaving Lovette stunned standing there.

Dominic x Catrina

"Huh????" Dominic fumbled back as Catrina tilted her head "Do you not want to play it with me?" She looked up at him sadly "N-no.. It's just..." He stammered 'damn it Divus!!' He cursed silently. Catrina continued to peer into his face "Please amorcito, apparently it's what all couples do today" she stepped closer to him, placing her hand on his chest.

Dominic could feel his heart pounding as he nodded his head. Catrina smiled softly, placing the pocky between her lips. Nervously Dominic bit the other side, and the two came closer before freezing. They stayed like that for a moment before a small figure came running through the open door "Mama!" Celi cried out happily as she hugged her mother's legs, making the woman fumble forward only to seal a kiss with Dominic. The couple both squeaked, pulling away quickly "Mama, what were you doing?" Celi tilted her head and though her face was red Catrina patted her daughter's head "J-just playing a game.." Dominic grumbled to himself, covering his mouth with his hand as he turned away flushed.

Halcyon x Jensen

"Really?" Jensen raised an eyebrow as he looked at the box of pocky in the other boy's hand "well it is pocky day, so I thought we could..." Halcyon trailed off, looking down at the bird. With a sigh Jensen smiled "Fine, but you'll be the only one I'd ever do this for Hal." His red eyes looked sharply at the hydra who gulped. He steeled himself as he placed the pocky between his lips, bending down so that it was easier for the bird. This only ruffled Jensen's feathers as he irritatedly bit the end of the other side.

Halcyon jumped a bit at the other's roughness before he began to nibble at it himself. When the two got close he froze and it was Jensen who took the last step. The jubjub bird pulled the other down more with his tie, crunching down on the last piece before kissing him "You don't have to pull a bs reason next time. You can just ask me to kiss you!" He glared at Halcyon as he leaned his forehead against his. Though contrary to his rough words and actions, Jensen was blushing.

[mewmurdock]

54, 91, and 92, for Loki? I love your writing so much, I will accept any character with these prompts.

Disobedience

Summary: Loki becomes very dominant when he sees you dancing.

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

Warnings: sexual talk, dom/sub elements

A/N: This is for Kinktober Day 25.

Also, because some people have been asking for prompt 54, I will be doing that prompt on the last Kinktober Day (10/31) for an ask related to Prince Hal. I will not be writing it here, nor on any others before it.

DRABBLE TIME AGAIN FOLKS BECAUSE I CANNOT MANAGE TIME.

There’s a wildness to your movements, an expression of bliss to your face.

Your hair seems wet, it’s so down and loose and free. The lights ignite you, revealing you to everyone and to no one.

It’s always around me, all this noise

But not nearly as loud as a voice saying,

“Let it happen, let it happen...”

Your hips sway, your body seemingly having a mind of its own as the music thumps and vibrates through your chests. Your forehead is beaded with sweat, but it has nothing to do with the music or your dancing - it’s roasting in the club, with all of these other bodies beside you.

Loki steps forward, catching you in his arms. You practically stumble into them.

“Having fun?” he asks, and you’re somehow able to hear him over the song, which now seems to be skipping on the record player. Quickly, you realize it’s intentional, and you shrug your annoyance off.

“Yeah,” you shout. “What about you?”

He rolls his eyes, a smile crossing his face. Then, he sways the both of you, not following the faster rhythm of the song. “My darling, I’m having so much fun watching you dance. I’m serious. You’re a marvel, and you look absolutely divine.”

But then, he leans forward so his lips graze your ear and a lock of your hair. “You better stop dancing like that or else I'm going to come in my pants.”

You snicker. “And what are you gonna do about it if I don’t listen?”

He tsks, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. “When we get home, I'm not going to touch you unless you beg.”

“Bet,” you grin. To drive your point home, you grind your ass against his crotch.

And, oh Lord, his hand comes up to your throat from behind.

“What have we discussed about disobedience, hmm?” Loki growls as you look up at the celling, heart pounding. You shut your eyes and let your air go.

You blink, but give no answer, for a number of reasons. One, Loki’s restricting your airflow, Two, the music is still loud, and three, you became a mess as soon as Loki’s hand came up.

"That's right. Disobedience ought to be punished, don't you agree? So, when we get home, begging will only get me to touch you... and, for that little stunt, if I do touch you, you'll be edged, denied. How's that sound, kitten?"

[anindoorkitty]

Benedict Cumberbatch On His Upcoming Movie "The Courier" And Life During Covid-19   By Annie DarlingAugust 07, 2020  (x)

From the moment he donned his deerstalker as the great Sherlock Holmes, Benedict Cumberbatch’s popularity soared, but his ego didn’t. The actor talks about his forthcoming spy drama and how he’s spending lockdown learning the banjo

Benedict Cumberbatch’s portrayal of the alarmingly awkward Sherlock Holmes has catapulted his career to unimaginable heights. Before donning the detective’s hat in 2010, the distinctive-looking London native landed several quirky acting jobs. He’s played theoretical physicist Stephen Hawking, Van Gogh and, lest we forget, the hair-raising paedophile in Atonement (2007). But it was his fast-talking performance as the private investigator, which Steven Spielberg has called “the best Sherlock Holmes on screen”, that transformed Cumberbatch into a high-cheek-boned dreamboat, quite literally overnight.

Now 43, Cumberbatch has proven to be the ultimate chameleon, having played everyone from Khan in Star Trek Into Darkness (2013) to WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange in The Fifth Estate (2013). His portrayal of British mathematician Alan Turing, who cracked Nazi Germany’s Enigma military code during the Second World War, earned him Golden Globe and Academy Award nominations. This year, the performer stars in true-life drama The Courier, which is set for an August 28 theatrical release.

STARRING ROLES

This Sixties-based spy story bursts with intrigue and political subterfuge, but what was Cumberbatch’s most memorable moment on set? “The last scene we shot because I got to eat a doughnut afterwards,” he tells me. For the role, he lost a striking amount of weight to transform himself into British businessman Greville Wynne, who spied on the Soviet Union during the Cold War and spent 18 months in a Moscow prison after being caught. Directed by Dominic Cooke, The Courier is based on Wynne’s real-life experiences, and production had to be suspended to give Cumberbatch enough time to slim down to Wynne’s post-lockup figure.

Drawn to characters he describes as “unexpected”, Cumberbatch enjoys the challenge of an on-screen transformation. But when asked about his greatest achievement, he refuses to answer. “That’s a question for others. Getting my first paid acting job felt as good as anything I’ve been lucky enough to land.” His thoughtfulness has somehow survived super-stardom. “Life’s about the journey,” he reminds me, before admitting that winning his first BAFTA for the title role in Patrick Melrose (2019) was a “wonderful moment”.

For Cumberbatch, there was never any doubt about which road his career would take. When asked what he would do if he could no longer act, he draws a blank. “I have no idea. Maybe I’d be a surf instructor in Costa Rica. Or a tree surgeon.” The only child of British actors Tim Carlton of Downton Abbey (2011) and Wanda Ventham of Only Fools and Horses (1989-1992), Cumberbatch grew up in London’s exclusive Kensington neighbourhood before attending Harrow, one of the oldest all-boys schools in Britain. From there, he headed straight to drama school. On advice from an agent, he began calling himself Benedict Cumberbatch—adopting the surname his father had dropped years before, thinking it too complicated.

You’d be wrong, however, to assume it’s all been smooth sailing. While filming the BBC mini-series To the Ends of the Earth (2005), Cumberbatch and two of his co-stars were kidnapped in KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa, after a day spent scuba-diving. When the trio pulled over with a flat tyre, six men jumped them at gunpoint. After a visit to the ATM, the hijackers let them go. Surprisingly, this harrowing ordeal hasn’t put Cumberbatch off the underwater sport. “I’ve loved diving ever since I learned how to do it with a friend in Mozambique years ago.”

DIVING TOOLS

It’s one of the reasons Cumberbatch wears a Jaeger-LeCoultre Polaris Memovox. The original from 1968 had one of the first diver’s alarms, which would remind divers when it was time to resurface. Cumberbatch was introduced to the Swiss watchmaker when he starred in Doctor Strange (2016), in which he plays one of Marvel’s more mind-blowing superheroes. He’s currently learning lines for the sequel, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (planned for 2022).

“In 2016, Jaeger-LeCoultre was just another watch brand to me,” admits Cumberbatch, but he learned more about the company after visiting its manufacture in Vallée de Joux. Engraving and enamelling require hours of minute manipulation. “There was a George Seurat masterpiece called Bathers at Asnières projected onto a screen that was the size of the original painting,” he recalls. “Not understanding what I was looking at, I turned around and saw that a lady was painting it onto the back of a Reverso watch, which is no bigger than a postage stamp. She was doing it with a brush barely bigger than a millimetre.”

Halfway across the world, at the time of interview, Cumberbatch and his family were adjusting to life after lockdown in New Zealand, where he is filming Jane Campion’s upcoming drama The Power of the Dog (planned for 2021). He and his wife, the stage director Sophie Hunter, have two sons, Christopher (nicknamed Kit) and Hal. “I’ve tried to maintain some sense of sanity by using lockdown as a forced opportunity to be in one place.” Fun-filled activities include learning how to play the banjo and baking bread. “Actually,” he contemplates, “it’s been really busy.” And a good thing too, because we won’t have to wait long before he’s back on the big screen.

[thatiranianphantom]

I've been Hate-Watching this show and despite my little hope for this show to somehow stumble ass backwards into a normal plotline; I don't hold out much hope now. What do you think??

Stumbling ass-backwards into a plotline is the best description I have ever heard for this show. We know very well they never plan their overarching storylines, they just kind of happen. They absolutely did not know that Hal was the Black Hood until like 2 episodes beforehand. 

I think it’s a common misconception that people assume Riverdale fans like Riverdale, when in fact, nobody hates it more than us. 

That being said, it seems we have left Twin Peaks territory and are now ripping off the X-Files. The ships have dominated the last few episodes so much that I have honestly not thought much about the plot. 

Am I excited?

I guess....kind of for the mothmen one? Not even a little bit for the save-Riverdale one. Luckily, however, by making these two separate plots, they have lumped most of the characters I don’t care about into one, and put the characters I do care about on the second. So that’s....good, I guess?

It’s tough, because to be perfectly honest, I don’t watch for the plot. I watch for the characters, and that has just been shredding up the fandom recently. So I don’t actually think I’ll have a halfway decent answer to this until hiatus.