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badbatchsprincess · 3 months ago

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Heated ~ pt.22

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.

Warnings: Heat Cycles, rut/heat, might be dabbling into a little substance abuse related (tiny) hints of non-con? Idk I feel like that's dramatic but I'm putting the warning regardless.

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Your head ached and you could start to feel your heart beating in your ears. The overstimulation in this freaking cafeteria was starting to ware you down.

The harsh lights over head and the tinkering of metal cups and utensils grated against your hearing like claws on gunmetal. You could feel the beginning of a twitch starting in your left eye.

“Hey there, Y/N.” An unfamiliar reg and alpha approached setting this tray down cautiously in front of you.

You barked, “What?!” Looking up from your barely touched meal.

He gulped nervously clutching his tray slightly.

“I-I uh…” He stuttered.

“Don’t take it personally Champ.” Wolffe laughed sliding in beside you, “She’s in pre-heat. Got her real snappy and all that stuff.” He nudged you slightly making you growl and shove the Commander making him laugh.

Wolffe raised a brow, “Though, I’d suggest getting lost before Crosshair catches you. Doesn’t like the regs flirting with his mate.” Wolffe flicked your collar making you slap at his hand.

Champ just raised a brow and gestured to the other 104th boys coming to settle in on your other side, “B-but-“

“Ahh, we don’t count.” Bolt chuckled, “Were on a very short list of approved regs that can socialize with little miss cranky over here.”

“Bolts I swear to the maker I’ll spork your eyes out if you keep talking.” You were squeezing the only utensil you were permitted to use after your little collar and butterknife incident.

“Yeah but then you’d have you eat with your hands for the rest of time.” He smiled cheekily shoving the lunch slop into his mouth happily.

You just growled again and slammed your fist into the table making Champ jump. More 104th boys rolled up slowly crowding out the confused reg who seemed to just want to get to know you. That's unfortunate.

Eventually he was scooched out of your vision and you dropped the spork to rest your eyes in your palms and your elbows on the table.

“That’s like the eight reg to try and talk to me today.” You grumbled.

“It’s your smell Ad’ika.” Wolffe chomped down on something crunchy.

“What, now…” You rubbed your eyes even more.

“It’s changing, it’s like, sweeter than normal.” He said sniffing the air slightly around your head.

“It’s getting stronger.” Bolts added, “Might be attracting the others.”

“Ugh.” You groaned rubbing your tummy. The cramps were starting low and slow this morning. When you finally peaked up, you noticed them all throwing you cautiously concerned glances.

You raised a brow at Wolffe. He just looked at your tray. You sighed knowing what he was asking on behalf of your mate. You just decided the fight wasn’t worth it and used your spork to shovel up the nutrient dense grains and vegetables. You chewed diligently making Wolffe relax and return back to his own lunch.

You and the 104th garrison ate in calm silence as the rest of the mess chittered on and socialized.

It was nice having the 104th.

They reminded you of your pack, the 501st. It was so comforting to having familiar voices and smells again. You knew even Crosshair was starting to warm up to them, though he’d actually die before admitting such a thing. The fact he trusts them to watch you while he’s working was sign enough.

You went to take another bite before feeling a pinching ache in your core making you whine. You dropped the spork to take a breath letting the cramp pass.

“You okay?” Stunner asked watching you crinkle your brows in pain.

You just nodded, “Mhmm.” Baring down and trying to ease the ache.

“Bolts?” A sweet voiced Togruta approached the table making the clone turn around.

“Hi Asha.” He smiled standing up to kiss her.

You watched with a smile seeing the way he interacted with the omega. He was as sweet to her as Wrecker is with you. He gave her his portion of polystarch and smiled watching her nibble on it.

It was cute.

“Found an omega yet, Commander?” You nudged Wolffe with an elbow.

He just huffed, “None to my liking.”

You smiled seeing the way the other boys all raised her brows in knowing.

Poor commander.

“You know you’re going to have to bite the bullet at some point. The admiral wants pups.” You sporked some more warm grains.

“He wants your pups, omega.” Wolffe reminded, “We’re just extras.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You swallowed thickly.

You watched as the other regs seemed to find themselves in little pairs the various omegas had scented out some strong alphas to their liking and you watched as they started their little mating rituals. The shared food. Little notes and doodles. Lingering touches.

You smiled remembering the way Crosshair would let you use his data pad to blast his music while you hung out on the marauder between the action. Then the way Wrecker would always give you a bite or two of his snacks, which Tech never failed to remind you how rare that was. Then you remembered how Hunter and Tech had spent their free time in hyperspace building custom armor for you when you were working for Sid. It made you smile. They had always been doing their little courting rituals even if none of you had really noticed it.

Then there was Echo who you were actually starting to miss the most. The comfort he brought you, as a best friend would. His sturdy presence was a reassurance like no other. You also missed the belly ache laughing you always had with him. The nostalgia was making your chest tighten with emotion. Fuck, being trapped in imperial custody was really getting old fast.

Your thoughts then moved into missing the way they would embrace you. Hunter’s little touches every time you’d pass him in the hallways. The way he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you no matter where you found yourself. The galley? On your waist. Reaching for something high up? On your shoulder blades. Bending down to grab something? On your ass. He was always there. You shivered remembering the sensation of his warm calloused hands on your skin. You felt the goosebumps on your arms as Wolffe coughed snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Y/N.” He looked at you wide eyed.

“What?” You returned the look.

“It’s happening.” He slid back on the bench slightly giving you a little room.

“What’s happening?” You sat up straight looking alert.

“Your heat.” He coughed again, “I can smell it.”

You stared blankly before watching him stand up abruptly, “C’mon, we have to get you back to Crosshair.”

You stood up abandoning your plate.

Wolffe was right, you could feel the cramping turn into a low pulse in your core. You felt your cheeks start to heat up as the pulse started to turn into a different kind of ache… a yearning.

“Oh shit.” Stunner covered his nose, “I smell it.”

“C’mon.” Wolffe urged.

You let him lead the way out of the cafeteria while a couple of the others followed behind for good measure. The clones never went anywhere alone, they sure as hell weren't going to leave you either.

“Fuck you smell good y/n.” Stunner nearly sighed.

“Get a grip trooper.” Wolffe snarled making Stunner come back to reality. The reg straightened up instantly shaking his head trying to stay lucid himself.

Fuck, you realized your smell could put this whole place into a rut if you weren’t careful.

Grim cleared his throat, “You gotta walk faster Y/N, the others are starting to notice.”

All around you, the other regs were starting to perk up seemingly ignoring their other omegas to chase the smell of the ori’sol.

Kark.

“Stunner. Go get Crosshair.” Wolffe ordered. He placed a warm hand on your back trying to help you along despite the cramps building in your belly.

You whimpered at the contact making him second guess his placement. He retracted his hand like your skin was on fire.

You entered the residential sector of the base and your feet were starting to feel really heavy. The throbbing ache was starting to move even further south until it was pulsing in your clit. You sighed at the friction as you hustled along.

“Wait!” You cried out doubling over feeling a roll of cramps power through, “Kriff.” The pain was like a punch to the gut. You were just praying to the gods that Crosshair would get here soon.

Wolffe looked around unsure what to do to help you. An Alpha’s touch could worsen the symptoms, but given that you were struggling to walk, he wasn’t sure what else he should do, it was becoming a pretty do or die/mate situation. He was struggling to ignore your smell as temping as it is.

Looking to his sniper, Grim just gave him an unsure glance before they both knew what had to be done....

Bending down, they each took one of your arms looping it around their shoulders before they carried you the rest of the way together. Just like they had done hundreds of times with their injured brothers, they carried you with precision locking onto the residential sector.

You cried out feeling their hands on your skin making the warmth of your heat activate in your chest like forest fire. The sensation of multiple hands on you immediately made you think of your mates and the immediate slick response kicked in.

Other clones turned to see what was happening but Wolffe just gave them a death stare cold enough to made them whimper and lower their heads trying to ignore the dramatic scene.

“Alpha.” You whined trying to press your face into Grim’s shoulder. He resisted as best as he could but it was getting difficult, your were smelling too delicious. It sent butterflied through his rib cage hearing you preen for him.

“C-commander?…” Grim groaned trying to fight the need to comfort the omega. His alpha was starting to respond to your cries. He gently rubbed your hand with his thumb as a compromise.

“I know, just focus a little longer.” Wolffe tried holding his breath instead of inhaling the now copious amount of pheromones you were pumping out of your glands.

Wolffe grunted dragging your body a little further before finding your door and using your hand to enter the scanner clumsily.

They both hauled you inside walking over to the large sofa covered in blankets you had been fussing with the past few days along with rearranging Crosshair's boxers and shirts into little piles.

They practically threw you into the unfinished nest before scampering out of the apartment like nervous virgins. You flopped down bonelessly with a yelp before feeling the soft cushy fabrics under you and rubbing your face into them forgetting about them.

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Grim coughed roughly trying to dispel your scent from his nose. Wolffe pawed at his face trying to snap out of it. Your scent was beyond intoxicating, it was like a magic spell. Nothing he could ever think of smelled like ori'sol omega.

But, you didn’t belong to them. You belong to Crosshair.

Kark.

He had to adjust his pants slightly forcing himself to chill out. The Commander was suddenly regretting not snatching you up on Kasshyyyk and claiming you as his own before the Batch.

That smell would haunt him for the rest of his days.

Through the door they could hear you whimpering in pain but luckily your smell wasn’t able to penetrate the sliding doors. That would have been it for Wolffe, nothing would be able to stop him from aiding you if he caught another whiff of that scent.

Grim suffered slightly, “She’s a handful, huh?”

Wolffe huffed, “You have no idea.”

“Hey! Commander!” Stunner’s voice cut through the silence and soon they saw their pack mate and Crosshair approaching quickly. The sniper looked agitated as all Sith's hells as he broke into a sprint to the door closing the distance between him and his mate.

Both Wolffe and Grim side stepped out of the way letting the defective clone rush inside. Before the door slid close behind him, they caught a glimpse of you writhing in the blankets tearing at your clothes as the heat clearly had taken its course.

“Kark, that was closer than it needed to be.” Grim sighed.

Wolffe just nodded in agreement before they all took off back to their dormitories.

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“Alpha!” You cried out seeing Crosshair through bleary eyes. He rushed over to you immediately kicking off his training boots before crawling over you.

“What happened mesh’la?” He was frantically looking for something in his pocket before he knelt over you running his hand over your cheek.

“I-I don’t know… it just came on so fast.” You whimpered pushing into his hand and turning your head to lick at his wrist gland. He shuddered feeling the slick of your warm tongue.

“Alright little one,” He sat back on his heels yanking his shirt over his head. Then went yours and your binder. He grabbed the hips of your soaked panties and threw those off too adding them to the pile of useless clothing gathering in the nest.

You ran your hands all over his exposed chest grabbing and pulling at anything you could, but he had to stand to step out of his pants and boxers leaving you in your pile of fabric to whine as you watched him strip and reveal his lean muscle covered body. It made you impossibly wetter, the slick was starting to leak from your core and soak the blankets just from watching him undress.

He knelt back down taking pity on you and crowded your form, enveloping you in his warmth. You purred feeling his weight settle between your aching thighs. You spread them as far as physically possible trying to get him as close to you as you could. Crosshair was so damn tall, like Tech, you struggled getting him to listen to wriggling.

He reached down with his left hand to start rubbing slow circles on your clit making you absolutely vibrate with pleasure. Your little cries muffled into his chest as you vaguely felt him reach for something over your head.

Crosshair pressed down a little firmer drawing you so close to your climax and you squirmed underneath him feeling your muscles contracting.

Then, like a tiny little prick, you felt something sharp in your arm. You didn’t even have time to let out a yelp before your orgasm washed over you leaving you panting and twitching under his calculated hands.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before sitting back on his heels again stroking himself a few times looking down at you with a very satisfied grin.

“My beautiful omega.” He preened leaning down and guiding his tip through your absolutely soaked folds.

You rolled your hips trying to feel more of him and he happily surged forwards pushing past your opening and filling you with his solid length. You sighed feeling the air punch out of you as you purred feeling so, so fucking good.

“Cross!” You cried out as he became flush to your body. He grunted letting his head fall slightly before rearing back to set a consistent pace.

“Fuck’mega.” He growled into your neck making you whine, “You feel so damn good, pretty girl.”

Running your needy flustered hands all over his rippling muscular back, you dragged your nails across his milky skin as he picked up his pace.

Crosshair nibbled at your mating gland making you writhe against the cushions pulling and pushing at the soft fabrics.

“Alpha please!” You begged baring your neck to him trying to press your gland to his lips, “Please Cross.” You whimpered.

“Not yet baby.” He choked out fighting the instincts in him seeing your submission to him. Nothing would make him happier to call you his, but it wasn’t something either of you had discussed yet. He could almost hear Hunter's responsible lecture ensue at the idea.

You huffed frustrated you wont be able to satiate the need, but it was like Crosshair knew exactly what you wanted. He ran his incisor along the fleshy part of your shoulder just next to the gland where he placed a gentle kiss before sinking his teeth into the neutral skin there. You yowled as he kept his mouth there making you spontaneously orgasm from the sensation.

“Fuck!” You screamed tightening around him making him grunt as he was also suddenly thrown into an orgasm feeling your sudden and violent pleasure through the bond. He released your skin as he thrusted through his climax. He stopped when his knot inflated locking the two of you together as he pumped you full of his seed.

Your breathing started to steady as he lovingly licked at your shoulder and the little indents he made with his teeth.

When he pulled back to look at you, he noticed your irises were totally blown, you were lost to the heat. Reduced to the most base form of your designation. Fuck were you beautiful. He couldn’t help but trace your facial features with his hands memorizing the feel of your cheek bones and jaw.

It was unlikely you’d remember much after this, he knew it could be a bit of a haze for the next few days.

He carefully rolled the two of you over clinging you to his chest before settling you on top of him to let you rest.

Crosshair massaged your mating gland with his thumb lightly making you pulse around his knot while you drooled slightly on his chest as you squirmed.

“Such a good girl.” He whispered feeling his inner alpha start to really come forward. He had fought it as long as possible to make sure you were taken care of, but now he knew you were safely in your new nest for the next week, he could let himself fade into the back and let his alpha take care of you.

It was a lot like Mimban, but at least he didn’t have to share you this time.

He nosed your hairline with a happy huff.

He nearly forgot about the situation outside these walls, and frankly he couldn’t make himself care much at the minute. Not with your hot cum filled cunt squeezing him like a vice and your bare skin melting into his.

Nothing mattered besides feeling you cum again.

The moment he felt his knot start to deflate slightly, he pulled you off of him just to place you on your hands and knees next to him with a tired whine.

“I want you to give me another one before I let you sleep, omega.” He snarled surging forwards again making you lurch forwards from the force.

You flopped onto your chest squishing your tits into the cushions. You didn’t even have time to think through the heated brain fog before Crosshair was rutting into you again with renewed energy. His impossibly strong hands seized your hips in an iron grip as he fucked you mercilessly from behind.

You cried out realizing there was no other option but to just take whatever he was giving you. There was no point in fussing with Crosshair, he was the dominant alpha just like you remembered and just like Tech, what they wanted they got. End of story.

Those damn twins.

You felt Crosshair’s shooting hand grab the back of your neck before pushing you further into the cushions securing you under him. You moaned as he stoked a particularly nice spot inside you. It was heaven. Your slick and mixed cum dribbled down your thighs giving him even more glide as he sped up his brutal pace. You just bounced slightly under him feeling his fingers flexing over your neck as he concentrated on breeding you.

“Alpha!” You howled as he found your spot making you shudder.

“My perfect-mega.” He mumbled lost now to his rut. His hands wandered over the slope of your ass before sliding between your cheeks and finding your puckered hole.

You squirmed feeling his finger lightly trace around your back door. “One day I��m going to fuck you here too little-mega.” He smirked feeling you flinch from his onslaught, “Might even knot you too if you’re good.” He kissed your shoulder making you moan. The idea of Crosshair taking your anal virginity sent sparks through your entire body.

You knew with four alphas it was inevitable, but you didn’t know if it was going to be Tech or Crosshair who tried first. The idea thrilled you. Being filled there by your beloved alphas. Maybe even hunter would fuck your cunt at the same time leaving you devastatingly full with your mates. An omega can dream.

The sniper continued his ramblings in Mando’a as he spanked you on the left cheek making you yelp and jolt forwards with a burning sting.

He growled happily doing it again until your ass was glowing and pulsing from the calculated strikes. The spanks only turned you on more, feeling your pleasure spike in the bond, he replaced his hand with his mouth on your neck. Pushing the property collar out of his way, Crosshair sucked a dark mark into the skin before sinking his incisors deep into your flesh, breaking skin at your nape. You screamed as you were suddenly forced into an orgasm once again as he held you possessively in place with his teeth like you were a rowdy a pup.

You squirmed trying to escape the burning of his incisors, but he just doubled down squeezing your hips even harder pulling you back onto him. You could feel there would be bruises in the morning but you didn’t care. You soon felt Crosshair’s orgasm through the bond nearly making you cum back to back as his knot popped into place.

He released you, licking at the wound leaving his alpha pheromones in its place. You shuddered remembering how Hunter’s tongue felt against your skin all those moons ago.

Crosshair snapped you out of your thoughts as he dragged you with him as he flopped to his side curling around you protectively.

His chest deeply rumbled like a loth cat as his alpha soothed the two of you post orgasm. He continued to lick and nuzzle the bite on your nape, nudging the collar way, making you moan, feeling his hot wet tongue soothe the angry skin.

“Jete dala.” He murmured into your hair.

You snuggled back into his chest enjoying his warmth and the slight swelling in your belly from being filled twice now with his knot. You were satiated and at peace with the heat pains now at bay.

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That was the last thing you remember from that day. You didn’t remember the second day either, but you vaguely recalled being fed some meats that made your mouth water and copious amounts of water. The brain haze was really in effect. You couldn’t distinguish between feedings and fuckings. Everything just blended together in an orgasmic blur. Not that you were complaining. You didn’t think you’d ever had a heat like this.

You’d never had one where you felt absolutely trusting in your alpha to care for your needs.

But Crosshair was no normal alpha.

You had the upmost trust that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you while you submitted to your baser instincts.

It was heaven…

~~~

That was until what you thought was the fourth day.

You were near orgasm on your back as Crosshair was passionately eating your cunt like it was the last meal he’d ever had, when you heard a faint metallic clicking sound in the background.

Though you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Crosshair’s silvery tongue masterfully manipulated your clit into another powerful orgasm that had your entire body shaking with overstimulation.

You were about to beg him to let you suck him, when you noticed a small cloud of pink start to accumulate over head.

You tried to open your mouth to speak but Crosshair was sucking a hickey into the inner bit of your thigh making you giggle and squirm as he latched on tighter.

Pink cloud forgotten, you ran your fingers through his now wavy silver hair massaging his scalp as he left more and more marks on your skin.

You knew you’d be coming out of his heat covered in Crosshair’s territorial markings and you were thrilled.

The idea that every single alpha and omega on this base would know that Crosshair had you on your back whimpering for his knot made your tummy warm. You liked that Crosshair was feared, and therefore you were feared. Maybe you had a power kink you didn't know about until now.

Then you began to smell the most delicious sweet scent that had you raising your nose slightly into the air. When you opened your eyes, you noticed a red fog swirling all around you. The red powder danced along your skin landing lightly on your skin.

Crosshair raised his head slightly, also sniffing the tempting scent. You raised a hand to play with the red swirling powder making you suddenly feel hot… hotter than you have ever felt before.

Instead of the heat gathering in your core, it spread all through out your body making you whine as you felt a copious amount of slick start to drip from your abused cunt like you were starting your heat all over again.

Crosshair shifted slightly raising himself to be eye level as he peered down at you. His eyes met yours and you watched as the black pools of his iris dilated, nearly consuming his entire eyes leaving them as black as dark matter.

You vaguely remember seeing something similar once, but your heat laden brain couldn’t quite get the memory to pop up.

Then it was like a thin cord snapped inside the both of you, and your two bodies could focus on nothing else but the burning desire to absolutely ravish each other.

Your bodies quickly became a tangle of limbs as Crosshair urgently thrust inside of you. You clawed and scratched as he caressed and pulled.

You pushed, he grabbed, it was madness.

Absolute sexual madness.

You had never had a heat like this before. The sensation of the frenzy, if you didn’t fuck you felt like you’d die. It was all consuming. Even through the bond you could feel Crosshair’s desperate need. Time became irrelevant. In fact everything became irrelevant. You felt your throat start to tire from screaming as Crosshair pumped you full with his pulsing thick cock without any breaks.

You could barely register the sound of your bodies squishing together over the pulse in your ears.

The pressure was building rapidly in your pussy the longer Crosshair ravaged you like an animal. Something in you was beginning to awaken, and you started squirming trying to gain access to your alpha’s gland, you really wanted a taste.

You wriggled around until you could run your nose along the puffy gland at the junction of his lithe neck. Without much thought, you pressed your lips to his heated skin and bit down suddenly making him growl in pain.

You bit down until you tasted his crimson blood and he dropped his head and stuttered in his thrusts before regaining his drive to breed forgetting about what you had just done.

Crosshair snarled and yanked you both up, spinning you around and planting you on all fours before he took you again with ferocity.

The sniper could feel the omega venom starting to burn in the wound making him twitchy all of a sudden. He zeroed in on the flesh wound on the back of your neck from a few days ago before turning his hawk eye attention to your matching gland.

You didn’t last long.

The pulse in your core became like a tightening coil and soon you were cumming all over Crosshair’s soaked cock, making him roar before he surged forwards latching his teeth onto your mating gland and biting down as he came violently loosing all semblance of control.

Feeling his incisors pierce your tender flesh, you orgasmed instantly again feeling the bond solidify into something concrete. You didn’t even register the pain, you were just filled with euphoric pleasure surging to every cell in your entire being.

He had done it.

He completed the bond, binding the two of you together for all of eternity.

Crosshair panted roughly feeling your blood drip from his lips as he continued rutting despite the two of you being locked together on his knot. He couldn’t stop. He literally, physically, couldn’t stop.

It was like the man was possessed. You purred and preened as he started to settle but it wasn’t long before he took you again.

Rough and hard.

~~~

You awoke eventually. Lifting your head, your tummy growled and the hunger pains had certainly made their presence known.

You groaned rubbing at your eyes rubbing the crusties from them making you smacking your lips trying to re-wet your tongue before you blinked your eyes open taking in the scene before you.

All around you, the once white and cream apartment was now stained a deep crimson red. You had to blink a few times before you realized you weren’t loosing your mind. Seemingly overnight, your home had been remodeled. You looked around seeing Crosshair facedown asleep in a pile of stained pillows. His naked form was also covered in a light dusting of the powder. You reached down swiping it against his skin before bringing up to eye level.

“Oh kriff.” You suddenly shot backwards accidentally kicking up a plume of powder making Crosshair stir in his sleep with a groan.

“Crosshair get up!” You shuffled onto your knees suddenly feeling the soreness between your thighs. It was soreness like no other. You winced slightly adjusting into the cushions again.

The grumpy alpha forced himself to sit up at your command rubbing the sleep from his eyes as well, “What?”

“Look!” You covered your mouth and nose realizing you’re surrounded with the stuff, “Spice!” Your eyes filled with horror.

However, you noticed Crosshair didn’t seem to care about the drugs floating around your apartment. In-fact you watched as his usually pensive expression seemed stone cold as he stared at you.

“What Cross?” You suddenly felt nervous under his scrutinizing glare.

“Your neck…” He bit out.

Your hand went straight to the marled gland making you hiss at the contact.

Kark.

You watched Crosshair’s soul shatter realizing what happened. He reached to his own neck feeling the little ridges where your tiny teeth had permanently claimed him.

You were mated.

You and Crosshair are a mated pair.

You both sat there starring at one another trying to process this surprising information.

You started to panic. Your shallow breaths turned rapid.

Spice bombs forgotten, you were suddenly filled with an insurmountable amount of guilt realizing what you had done.

You covered your mouth as a sob broke free.

He just fingered the ridges trying to understand the gravity of the situation as you sat there and cried.

You whimpered, “I-I’m sorry Cross…” Your voice broke with sadness.

He looked up at you with a confused raised brow, “What are you sorry for Ad’ika?” He shook his head, “It’s my fault. I-I knew what you wanted and I d-didn’t stop you.” He shook his head sharing the guilt now.

You sniffled trying to stop the tears streaming down your powder stained cheeks, “I bit you! Cross I’m sorry.” You were crying in earnest now. All you wanted was for him to comfort you, but you knew he was probably furious. Furious that he’s now permanently trapped to you forever.

He felt the call through the bond and crawled over to you, forcing your shaking form into his arms, “Ad’ika, you didn’t know what you were doing. It’s alright sweetheart. I’m not mad.” He could feel your guilt ebbing away after his words and the little comforting rubs on your back. It was strange for Crosshair to feel you so intensely.

He already could before the bites, but now…. Now it was like an entirely different level of intimate. He could almost taste your thoughts and right now your guilt and anxiety left a sour taste on his tongue. He wondered if you could feel his too.

He hoped you could feel the slight bit of shock and excitement. He felt a little selfish, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t envisioned this. Perhaps a little different, maybe a few candles and some romance, not a drug induced sex craze mid-heat, but regardless he wasn’t actually mad at the outcome. He just hoped you felt the same.

“You’re really not mad?” You sniffled.

He chuckled leaning the two of you against the couch back, “Cyare, I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I saw you in the fresher.”

You felt a rush of lust flutter through the bond then it was followed by a sturdy sense of… was it… love?

You looked up at him wondering if he could feel the similar sensations emanating from you. His eyes lit up and you knew your answer...

“Cross…” You looked up at him letting him wipe away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

“I know.” He tucked your head into his shoulder letting the two of you enjoy the silence, as temporary as it may be.

Well, well well.... Pip is mated.... hehehe I wonder what the other Batchers are feeling right about now. ...

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lilac-hecox · 4 months ago

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idk what specifically but something with damangela and forehead kisses? 🥹 i've seen damien mention a few times that nothing gets him more fluttery than that and would love to see it with that pairing!! thank you so much 🥹

Damien/Angela - Forehead Kisses - Damangela

By the time Damien is deemed ‘non-contagious’ Angela is about to lose her mind with how much she misses him. Sure, they FaceTime and Angela gives him the rundown on the happenings at her latest StarKid show and what’s been going on at the Smosh office, while he tells her how bored he is, but it isn’t the same as seeing him in person.

Damien and Angela are already both extremely busy people. Damien is only slowing down because he’s got covid and sort of has no choice but to stop. He still streams, which Angela watches, and affectionately texts him during because she can’t believe he’s streaming while sick but at the same time expects no less from him.

The time they get to actually hang out is already limited by their demanding schedules so Damien having covid only makes everything feel worse. She is near feral with excitement when he texts her and tells her the doctors gave him an ‘all clear’ to have visitors.

When she arrives she brings a card she had passed around at Smosh for everyone to sign along with a few recorded messages that make Damien smile and laugh, a soft and touched expression on his face as he reads over the card.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he says to her, drawing her into a hug, his arms winding around her back.

“I missed you too,” she says into the warmth of his shoulder.

He pulls back and he looks a little tired as he’s not in perfect health yet. She reaches out and cups his cheek where his beard is darker and thicker than it’s been since she’s known him.

“Scratchy,” she says.

“I’m going to shave it down soon when I have the energy,” Damien says with a laugh.

“I don’t hate it,” Angela is quick to say.

“I know, but I don’t love it.”

Damien sits on the couch, tugging a blanket across his lap. Angela wants to sit by him but a part of her is nervous to catch covid from him. She remembers all too well how Anthony passing covid on to Ian almost put the company in a tizzy.

“Are you hungry?” Angela asks instead.

Damien shakes his head. “No, my appetite is pretty shot.”

“I did make you some pasta,” she says.

“So sweet of you. Homemade pasta from my little cannoli.” he throws on a cheesy Italian accent. Angela breaks into giggles.

“Stop, oh my God.”

She tucks the tin-foiled covered pain into his fridge so he can hopefully eat later when he finally feels hungry. He leans his head back on the couch and he’s looking at her with a soft smile.

Angela smiles back at him and then walks over towards him. Instead of going to the front of the couch, she goes to the back and leans over so her face is over his, her hair tickling his cheeks and nose.

Damien lets out a laugh and then Angela leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead.

Damien hums happily, his eyes sliding shut at her affection.

In some ways, he reminds her of his cats, and she knows exactly what he likes at this point.

“God, I missed you.”

“You said that already,” she teases, her face going pink, “not that I’m tired of hearing it.”

“I mean it,” Damien says, “I found myself missing all the little things. Like, the smell of your hair from your shampoo, and Spork sleeping on my lap when we’re watching a movie, the way you sing to yourself when you cook. Even your snoring.”

“Wow, you must really have missed me if you miss my snoring.”

“Can’t wait to be lulled to sleep by the chainsaw like sound of your snoring, Ange.”

She playfully punches his arm and he laughs, pressing a kiss to her cheek and then her jaw, before seeking out her mouth.

The angle is kind of weird because she’s leaning over the couch and she’s really risking it by kissing him but she can’t wait one more second to feel his mouth pressed to her own, warm, his facial hair scratching pleasantly at his skin.

Angela gives in because what the hell. She’s already kissed him. She makes a show out of rolling over the back of the couch until she flops down next to Damien.

“So, you’ll be back to the office soon?” she asks, her head on his shoulder.

“Next couple weeks or so,” Damien says.

Angela stretches and settles herself more firmly against Damien.

“Good, I can’t wait.”

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drpeppertummy · 1 year ago

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writing laundre & yankers for the first time theyre not nearly as weird as id like them to be but if i write them more theyll warm up to me

[brief hunger, stuffing, tummy rubs]

"You sound just about ready for dinner, darling," teased Laundre, giving her husband's soft little tummy a squeeze as it rumbled again. "You didn't let yourself go hungry on my account, did you?" She took him gently by the chin, smiling sweetly, and he grinned up at her, his fake tooth twinkling in the light. She knew perfectly well that he had, and for good reason: they had dinner plans.

"I didn't wanna disappoint you tonight, babydoll," he said, taking her waist in his hands and leaning up on his toes to kiss her.

"Oh, my little heartworm! You're so sweet." She hugged him tightly, and he beamed as she marked his cheek with a bright pink kiss. His stomach let out a whining grumble. Smiling, she threw a lanky arm around his shoulders and swept him into the kitchen.

Yankers was greeted by the warm smell of buttery garlic and fresh-baked bread, and there was something sweet lingering beneath it. He had to fight to keep the drool from escaping his mouth. He wanted to help set up, but Laundre pushed him gently into a seat and tapped a finger to his lips.

"Not tonight, my little dust bunny," she said, tapping his nose. "You wait right there." He watched with wide-eyed interest as she moved away gracefully, her feathery flamingo-print robe flowing around her like water as she retrieved their dinner. First, she set down a dish of homemade rolls, filled with raisins and dried cranberries and dripping with garlicky butter. Then, she placed a bowl of gnocchi topped with thinly sliced hotdogs and a dollop of pineapple jelly at each of their seats. His bowl was much bigger than hers, he noted, and his belly rumbled at the sight of it. Following the gnocchi, Laundre set out the grand attraction she'd been working on all day: a fabulous arrangement of eggs, olives, and fruit suspended in a tower of bright pink aspic.

"Wow, you've outdone yourself tonight, baby," Yankers exclaimed.

"I wanted to do something extra special," Laundre beamed, getting out a pair of wine glasses. She filled hers with her signature cocktail of Yoohoo and Sprite, and his with hot Dr. Pepper, complete with a slice of lemon. She set the glass down before him, and he gently took her hand in his.

"You're spoiling me, sugarlips," he said, looking adoringly up at her, and she leaned down to kiss him.

"Not as much as you're about to spoil me."

Laundre took her seat across from her husband, elegantly holding her glass in one hand as she picked up her spork with the other. Yankers hadn't even noticed the sporks; they were a Sauce family heirloom, and Laundre only got them out for special occasions. She meant business tonight, and he had no intention of letting her down.

"Well, don't go letting it get cold, darling," teased Laundre, scooping up a sporkful of hotdog gnocchi. "Eat up." Yankers gladly obliged, picking up his spork and sticking it into the bowl. Just as he brought it to his lips, however, she spoke again, this time with a certain authority in her voice.

"Oh, and darling, you will finish the whole bowl, won't you?" She looked him in the eye, a sly twinkle in her own.

"You got it, babydoll," he promised, and she smiled.

Obediently, Yankers dug in, and his hungry belly eagerly welcomed the hot food. He could've eaten the upholstery off the couch at that point and enjoyed it, but fortunately, he was, as far as he was concerned, married to the best cook in the world, and he felt lucky to have his hunger sated by such a lovely dinner.

"Honeybunch, you've done it again," he said, a dreamy grin on his face as he savored the gnocchi. "I think I must be the luckiest man in the world to be married to a girl like you."

"Oh, my little bunny gizzard," she giggled, bringing a hand to her cheek. "You're too sweet!"

The dinner went on with the couple happily gushing over each other, and as it went on, Yankers began to feel full. He'd only gotten halfway through his gnocchi, but he felt like there was an enormous dense ball of it sitting in his stomach, along with a couple rolls and a nice chunk of the aspic. The hot Dr. Pepper was refreshing between bites of the heavy meal, though, and despite the growing fullness in his belly, he kept going.

Laundre was taking her time with her own dinner, knowing there was no rush when Yankers had so much to get through. She watched him, chin in hand, with a loving smile on her face as he ate, taking a certain pleasure in the fact that he was beginning to slow down. It was no coincidence that she'd picked such a filling pasta for their special evening; she wanted to see just how much his tummy could take before he had to tap out. And if he managed to make it through dinner, well, she would be ready with dessert.

Yankers was undeniably stuffed now, and his belly bulged firmly out against his belt. He paused for a moment to catch his breath, leaning back in his seat to rest a hand on his distended tummy, and forced up a small burp. He looked down at his bowl. About a third of the gnocchi remained. The other two thirds felt like they were expanding inside his stomach. He rubbed his taut upper belly and covered his mouth to stifle another burp.

"Getting full, darling?" Laundre teased, eyeing his belly from across the table. He smiled up at her.

"Just a little," he confessed. Smiling, Laundre rose from her seat and strode gracefully over to him.

"Why don't you let me help with that?" She leaned down over his shoulder from behind and slipped her hands around his waist to undo his belt. She tugged gently at it as she did, and Yankers couldn't hold back a little groan as his full belly was constricted, followed by a sigh of relief as the belt fell away.

"You're an angel," he said, tilting his head back to look up at her. Her slender hands remained at his belly, where she began rubbing softly, taking in how tight and hard his stomach felt under the cozy layer of fat. His eyes fluttered shut with bliss. He turned his head to plant a kiss on her neck as she leaned over him, and she giggled, giving his belly a gentle squeeze.

"Think you can finish now?" Her hand lingered by the button of his pants, but she left it alone; he would have to go a little further before she could give him that relief.

"You got it, babydoll," he said confidently. She gave his tummy a final pat before returning to her seat, and he dug in once more.

While losing the belt had relieved some of the pressure on his belly, it was no match for the pressure that was building inside. His stomach felt unbelievably taut, absolutely packed to the brim with heavy pasta, fluffy bread, and chunky jello. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. Still, for Laundre, he pushed on, and his stomach grew tighter and tighter as he ate.

His high-waisted pants were growing increasingly uncomfortable as his belly pushed out further. Laundre was enjoying the way his tightly-stuffed upper belly bulged over the top of them, and the swell of his lower belly pushing out beneath the tight waist was adorable, but she supposed she'd have to let his poor tummy loose before long. She could hear the fabric creaking each time he leaned forward--it must have been terribly uncomfortable--and it was only a matter of time before the button popped open on its own.

Laundre rose once again from her seat and moved around the table to lean over her husband's shoulder. Looking down at him from above, she could see just how far his tummy was sticking out, and for a moment she was a little surprised. Despite his big appetite, Yankers was small, and she was impressed at how much he'd managed to squeeze into his belly.

Slowly, almost teasingly, Laundre brought her hands around his waist once more, running her fingers up and down his distended tummy before settling on the strained button of his pants. She stuck a finger into the top of his pants and found it surprisingly difficult to do so; his belly was bulging so tightly against the waist that there was little room for anything else. Pleased, she began working at the button. This was an even more difficult task. It was pulled firmly against the hole, threatening to pop off if he so much as inhaled too deeply, and she had to pull his pants tighter to get enough slack to undo it. A tiny moan escaped Yankers as she did, but the ache of the added pressure was quickly replaced with relief as she let go and his belly pushed the fly wide open.

"There, now, I bet that feels better," she said, slipping her hands under his shirt to rub at the angry red mark his pants had left across his belly.

"Way better," he agreed with a sigh, melting at her touch. His stomach rumbled and groaned unhappily as it struggled to hold itself together around the enormous meal inside it. He wasn't sure whether he'd be able to finish the last few bites of his dinner; even without his pants squeezing him, his belly felt ready to burst. He forced up another burp, followed by a little grunt of discomfort.

"Do you think you can finish?" she asked, kissing his cheek as she rubbed her hand across the dramatic curve of his overstuffed belly. He hesitated for a moment, and that alone told her that the real answer was no.

"For you, babydoll, I'll give it a shot," he said, and she smiled.

"Would you like me to help you, darling?"

"I'd love that."

There were only a few bites of hotdog gnocchi left in the bowl, and Laundre brought a sporkful of it to his mouth. Despite his efforts, they'd barely made a dent in the aspic, but that was alright; they could have the rest tomorrow. Yankers swallowed the mouthful of pasta, and his stomach grumbled as it stretched around the growing mass of food. He hesitated at the second bite, but let her feed it to him. His stomach tightened as he swallowed it with a thick gulp. When she brought the final bite to his lips, he stopped.

"I can't," he groaned defeatedly, clutching his belly. "I'm too full."

"Oh, darling, not even one last little bite?" He shook his head, and she set the spork down.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said, looking sheepishly at her, and she took his face in her hands.

"Oh, my little heartworm, don't be sorry," she said, kissing his forehead. "You did such a good job. Look how much you ate." She ran her hand along his belly, pressing in gently to test the firmness. It pushed out tight as a drum, straining the buttons of his shirt and gurgling away as it struggled to digest the enormous dinner that had been packed into it.

"Your poor tummy is so tight," she said, rubbing it softly. "Does it hurt?" He nodded, looking exhausted.

"I feel like I'm gonna explode," he said, and his belly rumbled ominously in agreement. Smiling, Laundre began to undo the buttons of his shirt, then applied a fresh coat of lipstick.

"Well," she said, opening up his shirt to reveal his impressively bloated belly, "why don't we see if I can kiss it better?"

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Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 17

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: E Chapter warnings: Flashback- is it getting hot in here or is it just me? Let's be real folks, I've been lowkey blueballing you on the smut for months, it's just getting worse this week. The flashback is sexy but hardly crossing to rated M. AN: Ladies, gents, spoons, sporks and forks- Sunflower is here! Let's see how Mia's anxiety can fuck shit up *this week* **shuuuuhhhh I totally didn't get the chapter number wrong for a min***

Masterlist Kofi

~~~~~<3

It felt weird to have Tom in the apartment again. The same bags he had left with were stacked neatly by the wall as he set to work helping her make breakfast. Tom was humming as he peeled potatoes, not many but more than Mia had initially planned to make for her and Sally.

He said he missed her. She hadn’t had a chance to say it back though, the words stuck in her paralyzed throat. Instead she found herself trapped in his eyes and then he was kissing her like it would give him life. She had kissed him back.

What did that mean? What did it all mean?

If she asked him, he would tell her it meant they were married and just doing what married people did or some variation of it, she was sure. But it had to have some deeper meaning. Was it true?

She wanted to tell him she had missed him too but the moment was gone. It would be weird now to say it, wouldn’t it? They had moved on from kissing to breakfast.

The moment was gone.

~~~~~<3

“Tom!” Sally’s voice came from the hall, sleep replaced by excitement as soon as her eyes hit him.

“Sally!” Tom matched her enthusiasm, putting down the bowl of potato shreds.

He took a second to rinse his hands, sending shredded potatoes down the drain and didn’t bother drying them. He rushed around the counter as Sally ran to him. Her small frame was enveloped in his arms as he lifted her up. Giggles filled the apartment as he spun her around, letting the small girl’s momentum drive the dance.

Mia’s heart couldn’t help but open to him just a little bit more. What if she could have this for more than a year? What if this could be her forever? What if this could be Sally’s forever?

Shaking her head, Mia tried to banish the thoughts. Their relationship needed to crawl before it could walk, let alone run. It was too soon to be thinking of forever.

“I missed you.” Sally said so easily what Mia had been trying to figure out how to say herself for the last hour.

“I missed you too.” Tom squeezed the little girl in one last hug before setting her back down. “Why don’t you go get dressed while we finish making breakfast?”

Sally ran off to do just that. She was young but a dutiful child. It didn’t take a lot to set her on the right path for the morning, something Mia had always been truely thankful for.

~~~~~<3

"Did Tom bring us flowers?” Sally asked, sitting at the counter while she ate.

Tom and Mia sat at the table but Sally couldn’t be convinced to join them. The counter was by far the neatest place to eat her meals, as far as Sally was concerned. It wasn’t a battle Mia thought was worth fighting, so she didn’t.

“I got them for your Mom.” Tom said and quickly added when Sally’s face began to fall, “I got you something else.”

“What? What!” Sally was on cloud nine having her funny talking friend back.

“After breakfast!” Mia interjected. The last thing she needed was whatever Tom brought getting covered in pancake syrup.

“You heard her, after breakfast.” Mia appreciated how easily Tom seemed to fall into the step parent role.

Was that what he was doing? Would he accept such a title? Would she be alright giving him that title? Did it matter at this point, anyway?

~~~~~<3

When dishes were safely in the sink and sticky hands and faces washed, Tom finally went to his suitcase. Carefully, he pulled a gift bag out and presented it to Sally.

“Can I open it?” She asked, fingers picking ever so carefully at the tissue paper.

“Of course.” Tom smiled at Sally, kneeling on the ground next to her.

Mia watched over them from where she leaned against the counter as Sally pulled blobs of tissue paper out. Colorful fluffs of paper fell to the floor around her as she uncovered the bear hidden inside.

It was dark blue and held a stuffed Lady Liberty in his paws. His white shirt had the classic ‘I <3 NY’ decal on the front. The bear wore soft dark plastic sunglasses and looked terribly soft.

“I love it.” Sally squished the stuffed animal to her chest and seemed to curl in on it in her enthusiasm.

As soon as she uncurled from the tight hug, she launched herself at Tom again. Little arms wrapped around his neck as she knocked him off his feet and onto the ground. He caught her and returned her hug as she thanked him repeatedly.

Was this what his future would be? Bringing home trinkets and flowers for his wife and daughter when he returned from his travels? A warm greeting and appreciation waiting at home?

This was a life he could get used to.

That was terrifying.

~~~~~<3

Sally sat happily coloring with her bear. In her game, the bear was telling her what colors to use where and she was being a very good listener. The page she was working on was a coloring sight word page where she was practicing color name recognition in preperation for kindergarten starting shortly.

Mia reminded herself again that she needed to transfer Sally’s enrollment from the school she had been planing on attending in a few months to the one near their new home.

Moving was such a hassle, she thought as she started the dish washer. It was worth it though. She couldn’t help but be happy she gave in when she looked around.

“Can we talk?” Tom asked, leaning against the counter. “Catch up a bit?”

Mia hated it when people said things like that. Her anxiety instantly spiked and she worried. With how common anxiety even was anymore, it amazed her that people still opened conversations with ‘can we talk’.

“Sure?” Mia followed him into her bedroom as Tom carried his bags in.

Blankets were bunched around on the bed. She hadn’t gotten around to making it yet this morning.

Tom glanced around but didn’t mention the mess of dirty laundry tossed into the corner. She had thought she had time to clean up before he got there.

“What did you want to talk about?” She swung the door mostly closed behind her. Being alone with him, or at least mostly alone made her heart beat faster. She told herself to stop acting like a schoolgirl.

“I’m not sure how to say this. I don’t want to intrude but also-”

“It’s a bit late for not intruding, don’t you think?” Mia smiled and tried to laugh to soften the blow of her poor attempt at a joke. He intruded the moment he decided he was against an annulment. “That ship has sailed.”

“I suppose so.” Tom chuckled, running his fingers through his short hair. The morning sun was strong through the bedroom window, bathing him in the warm light. The bedrooms got direct morning sun and the living space was lit up perfectly with sunlight during the day. Right now, that morning sun was playing on his sharp features and highlighting the golden and auburn hues in his hair.

He could play one of God’s most beautiful angels. Perhaps, he could play Lucifer himself. Was he a blessing or a devil?

Mia had to get her mind under control. This was getting ridiculous.

“I want- I think it would be best if I made this my home base.” The words came carefully. “I think it would be better for us if this was my home too.”

“Better for us?”

“For getting to know eachother. Building our relationship.” Tom smiled at her. “I don’t think we can really give this a fair shot if we live separate.”

“What are you saying?” Mia didn’t give him a chance to answer. “Are you saying you want to move in?”

Tom’s smile lit up his face. “Yes! I want to live with you as man and wife. What better way to get to know eachother more?”

“You don’t think this is too fast?” Mia’s head was spinning.

“Hasn’t that ship sailed as well?” Oh he was good, she had to admit it.

“What does that even mean? Like, really mean?” Mia sat on the bed as Tom unzipped the suitcase.

“That’s a ‘yes’ then?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, fine.” It was fast, too fast, but what was the point in arguing with him.

He would argue until she gave up anyway. The man took their marriage seriously and if he thought they needed to live together than he would be as adamant about it as he was about even remaining married in the first place.

“Is there space in the closet for me?” Tom asked. “I don’t have a lot of clothes but I’ll probably bring more when I come back next time.”

“Just shove stuff aside and pick a side.” She wasn’t really attached to any section of the closet, she hadn’t lived in the apartment long enough to have things like a preferred side of the closet. It wasn’t like she had enough clothes to really fill it anyway. There was more than enough room for both of them. “There’s hangers if you need- I’ve got a lot of extras.”

“Thanks.” Tom waisted no time in slipping shirts onto hangers. His suits were in zipped bags with plastic hangers just waiting to be hung up.

“I don’t have much dresser space.”

“We can pick up another dresser.” Tom hung his pants over the hangers and left what couldn’t be hung in his suitcase for now. “That’s not a problem.”

“How was New York?” Mia asked, not wanting to leave him but also feeling awkward sitting on her bed and watching him put his clothes away in her closet. No, their closet.

“It was alright. Mostly late night shows.”

“Is it stressful?” Mia picked at the blankets.

“It can be. There’s a good bit of pressure with everything going on,” Tom shrugged, “But I’ve got standing relationships with a few of them so it’s not as bad as it could be.”

Tom set his suitcases in the closet, the carry on nestled within the larger.

“How long will you be here this time?” Mia cringed at how that sounded. “Not that I’m trying to get you to go, I just-”

“You want me here?” Tom looked back at her with his eyebrow raised.

On impulse she threw a pillow at him. Her face was hot and she dreaded to know how red it looked. She wanted to back peddle, to tell him how he was assuming things or putting words in her mouth but there was no way she could do that without swinging wildly the other way and sounding like an ass.

“You don’t have to answer.” Tom’s laugh told her that he already knew the answer anyway.

“I don’t not want you here.” Was the answer she settled on giving.

“I’ll take it.” Tom’s smile made her smile, she couldn’t help it.

Oh God, was she falling for him?

~~~~~<3

The springs in the bed squeaked as Tom all but threw her onto it. He loomed over her, admiring how her brown hair fanned out around her, contrasting with the cream bedding and the white of her dress. Her face was flushed, it had been all night but now it looked even better now, looking up at him.

There was something intoxicating about standing over a flushed woman laying on his bed. Her dress was bunched around her thighs. It had long been one of Tom’s favorite sights. This though, her being his bride, made the sight oh so much better. Tom couldn’t help but run his fingertips up the soft flesh of her thighs.

He traced the tan line that marked where shorts hand cut the sun’s harsh power. It had been a while since he had seen something as simple as a unintentional tan line.

She was so beautifully normal and he loved her already for it.

As she rose up on her elbows, he admired how the change of position pushed her breasts up.

“Something wrong?” She asked.

“Not even a little.” Tom planted his hands on either side of her waist and leaned forward and into her.

Using one arm to support herself, she ran her other hand up his chest. Her fingers wrapped around his neck and pulled him to her. The kiss started sweet, a reminder of romance she had begun to think was only for story books and movies.

It quickly became fierce however. These were the kisses that she knew existed but damn, it had been so long since she had kissed someone who was so good at it. She wanted more. Craved it. Needed it.

Tom rolled them, pulling her to straddle him. Just as he had appreciated how she looked sprawled out on the bed, she was caught in a moment of admiration as well.

Never in her life had she slept with a man as good looking as Tom. Now he was her’s and this was her reality. He belonged to her now and she to him. She won the Vegas jackpot.

She could feel how much he wanted her as she rested on his hips. Though that was exciting, just having a man as strong and successful as him under her was enough of a rush in itself. He was beautiful.

Tom rather liked having his wife straddling his lap. This was something he hadn’t thought he could ever have but it was here. She was here. It was his wedding night and she wore a beautiful white dress just for him. He wanted to see on the floor.

Sitting up, he kissed her neck and chest as his arms wrapped around her. Her skin was so soft under his lips. While he worked along her collar bone, she ran her nails through his hair.

She smelled like sunshine, flowers and summer time. She smelled like sunflowers. What a strange, unique choice. What a beautifully her choice.

When he found just the right spot, she couldn’t stop the moan that fell from her lips. That was a sound he wanted to hear her make again and again. Tom was hard in his trousers and she was pressed against him, each shift she made in his lap sending a wave of pleasure through him. She felt good against him, held against his chest, wrapped in his arms, neck against his lips.

He wanted to feel more of her against him. Never in his life, had he wanted to delve into a woman more than he did at that moment. Not once in his life.

Not once.

~~~~~<3

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for-the-sake-of-color · 5 months ago

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Teaser #2 for chapter 2 of The Den

[Teaser #1]

After a fantastic couple nights visiting The Den as relief and a reward for spending his daylight hours defending his pride at the Medical Conference, Kix decides to leave his massively hungover cousin Coric at the hotel and head back to the night club by himself. There was a certain shorter man that had refused to leave his thoughts. He's just lucky the Vampire was as eager for his return as Kix was to see him.

Excerpt #2 under the Cut! :D

Dr. Brek and Kix bicker at the conference some more, Coric just raising an eyebrow at his side like ‘can you believe this guy?’. Though his interrogation seemed a little less... pointed today, as though the shorter Doctor was distracted by something. Still, his criticisms of Kix’s idea of diagnostic procedure was no less annoying by the fact that Dr.Brek liked to assume instead of figure out.

Thankfully the Doctor was a researcher and not a primary physician, was Kix’s conclusion of that conversation.

Kix himself was distracted, of course, needing to step away every couple of hours to change the bandage on his leg. He should have been paying more attention to the presentations, not like he wasn’t still taking notes, but he couldn't help that his thoughts kept drifting back towards what tonight was sure to bring, and the sheer pleasure the night before had brought him. He hoped he could impress, it had... well despite the fun that Coric had poked at him the other day, it had actually been a while since he’d gotten laid.

He really didn't want to be the only one receiving, as well. Because while sure, that blowie had been amazing, he wanted... he wanted Nihlus to know his attraction wasn’t as one sided as it had sort of seemed these past couple of nights. Kix wanted to give him as much as he had received, if the Vampire would let him.

He half considered bringing Nihlus some of the desert from the event's catering. This was, as Kix sat on his bed that evening eating his meal across from Coric, probably the best damn cheesecake he had eaten in his entire life, silky and sweet with a dark cherry topping that had him of course thinking of the Vampire.

“You going to finish that?” Kix asked Coric consideringly, pointing at the man's own slice

“Take my cake and I’ll take your hand,” His cousin replied, spork on the defensive

Kix snorted as he took another bite, “Fair enough.”

He did have to admit to himself, showing up with a single serving of cheesecake would have been very strange, even if the strangest part was actually his mind's insistence on considering sharing with Nihlus at all. Kix was absurdly infatuated with him. Actually, he was far too infatuated already when he thought about it.

It was a slightly sobering thought, that in a week he would be leaving Nihlus behind, to return to his own home and his actual job damn near across the country. He couldn't afford to continue to get attached to him as fast as he currently was. But Kix was never really that good at ‘casual’ sex, or, well, at keeping it casual. At least it helped that he didn’t truly know Nihlus at the moment.

He would just... make sure he didn’t know. Surely that would do it? Help make sure he couldn’t miss what he never really had.

“Dude what crawled up your ass and died?” Coric startled Kix out if his dwelling by asking

“Wh-what?”

Coric raised an eyebrow at him, “You just got this look on your face like you stepped in dog shit, something wrong?”

Kix shook his head as if to clear it, “Yea just thinking too hard about something that really isn't that serious.”

“Well you wanna go out tonight about it? Ah though I think I’ll refrain from the drinking, personally.”

“I...” Kix trailed off as he stared at his cousin. How did he completely forget to tell Coric that, “I have plans, tonight. Uh, in a couple hours.”

Coric narrowed his eyes, “What kind of plans, and with who?”

Kix chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, “Okay so you remember that Vampire-”

“No fucking way, you’ve already planned on going back to the Den without me?”

“No! Well, not really. I’m picking him up there but uh, he got a hotel room for us? Should I explain the birds and bee’s part of it with you, too?”

Coric snorted at that, “No I think I can figure the rest out myself,” and then he sighed dramatically, flopping back in his chair, hand over his forehead, “I should have known you were going to abandon me here, all alone, for a hot piece of ass.”

With a roll of his eyes Kix replied, “Yea, uh-huh, sorry that I forgot to tell you, but I’m sure you’ll figure something out with your night.”

Knowingly, Coric asked, “are these plans just for tonight or?”

Kix barked out a laugh at that, “I sure hope not! Gods Coric, this guy has a stranglehold on my-”

“You know I don't really need to hear that.”

“-On my mind, thanks.” Kix replied acerbically, “As if you deserve the fun details.”

“I had enough of your fun details in college, thanks. You sure about this though? Meeting him alone? You did just meet the guy, no matter what you two were up to a couple nights ago.”

His concern was... touching, actually. “I think it’ll be fine, if you're worried I can text you the location when I get there. I mean, I think he’s just after sex, he’s still the one paying for everything.”

“Yea I’d like you to text me,” Coric nodded, and then he smirked, “I mean, what the hell am I supposed to tell Rex otherwise if you turn up missing? ‘Sorry I let your nepotism hire get eaten by a vampire’?”

Kix crumpled up and threw his napkin at his cousin, who didn’t even bother to dodge it, “Stop calling me that, you’re in the same boat, anyways.”

Coric just tossed it in the trash with a shrug, “At least I can admit it. Still, be careful alright?”

“I will,” Kix replied, fully knowing he would do nothing of the sort.

They’re mostly silent on the drive to the hotel Nihlus had chosen, after Kix picks him up at the back of the Den and they exchange greetings and a quick kiss.

Once they get to the entrance of the Hotel, some place on the edge of town, Nihlus does most of the talking to a rather skeptical looking Attendant who kept glancing at him out of the corner of their eyes as they were checking him in, though they didn't say much more than “Please, enjoy your stay!” as they handed him the keycards.

The walk up to their room was mostly silent as well, with a quiet “Thank you.” From Nihlus as Kix held open the door for him. From there the Vampire just turned to watch him.

The room was... really fucking nice, actually, as Kix stepped in and looked around. There were separate rooms for the couch and tv set up, though it looked like the bedroom area had a tv in it as well. Though Kix knew the television wasn’t quite why they were here. He decided to give the bed a try, entering the room to hop on it, walking past the bathroom to get there, when he realized there was a whole jacuzzi behind a shoulder high wall separating it and the bed.

Kix’s eyes widened as he saw it, and he was thrilled when he hopped onto the bed and realized that not only was it memory foam, the sheets were soft as hell too. He’d even bet a tenner the pillows were much the same.

This place was luxury.

Nihlus was giddy as he watched Kix explore the room, the younger man's face going from nervous to excited as he surveyed the area. The way his expression lit up as he saw the jacuzzi, the biggest reason Nihlus selected this room in particular, was nothing short of breathtaking.

“You like it?” Nihlus asked, though he thought he could probably already tell the answer

“This is so nice!” Kix replied as he practically flung himself across the bed, “Oh this is really nice!”

He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face, “Only the best for you, of course.”

Nihlus gave him another minute of looking around before he tentatively asked, “Are you ready to... begin our night?”

Kix flushed deeply, “Yea- I- yes, I’d love to uh... begin? I want you, I keep wanting you, however I can have you.”

“Of course you do.” Nihlus says with a flash of his fangs, “I’d expect nothing less.”

Nihlus pauses, and then states to Kix how he feels ridiculous keeping his mask on while they were in private, so he gives Kix the option of knowing who he is now, or perhaps... wearing the satin blindfold Nihlus got for him?

It was a damn shame though because besides the highly personal nature of his identity, Kix wanted to see... all of him. Tip to toe Kix wanted all that soft skin on display for his eyes and not just his hands. But the attachment... he really did have to keep at least this bit of distance between them. Anything to keep from prematurely breaking his own heart.

“Can’t you just keep the mask on for a little while?” Kix asked from the edge of the bed, putting on his best pleasing expression as the Vampire slid the first of his numerous layers off across the room, exposing that shapely ass once more as he tilted his head in Kix’s direction, placing his hands on his hips, listening as the to-be Doctor finished with, “I would really like to see the rest of you, at least, for a bit.”

“And what do I get out of it?”

This again? What else could Kix possibly offer other than, “My mouth, on you, in the proper places?”

Nihlus snorted at him as he removed the next layer, revealing his wonderful freckled shoulders once more, though while his back was also smattered with freckles there were countless well-faded scars crossing his back that implied a story that sank something of a stone in Kix’s guts.

Quietly, he got up, and ran his fingers along them.

He wanted to ask. He knew he shouldn’t, of course. That seemed like it could be even more private than seeing his face, to a serious degree, and so he didn't ask. As it were, though, he never had to.

“I am old, Kix.” Nihlus stated softly, “I’ve lived a long life, and little of it has been kind.”

And then he turned, so his bare torso was flush with Kix’s own, who had yet to start undressing, and finished slowly with, “But my past matters little, now, as the last few decades have been much more... freeing.”

Kix wasn’t quite sure what to say, so instead he just leaned down and kissed the vampire deeply, pressing his lower back into the table he had been laying his clothes on. After a second, once Nihlus slipped his tongue past Kix’s lips, the resident lifted him up and onto the table for easier access, having a great time mapping out the contours of Nihlus chest and shoulders with his fingers.

Nihlus started to tug Kix’s shirt off, beginning to work on his belt in the process, when Kix made the executive decision to start ridding Nihlus of his pants.

As he tugged on the waistline of his dress pants, Kix asked lowly, “I think it’s about time I repay you for the other night, huh?

The vampire tilted his head to the side and the back, and Kix took the chance to nibble at his neck, nuzzling the surprising warmth of his pulse, sending a deep rumble through Nihlus’ chest as he chuckled at the contact.

“I suppose I could let you have your fun,” the Vampire replied, lifting himself off the table enough to pull his pants off the rest of the way, exposing a trail of short dark hairs leading down into a pair of.... Some really nice black lace panties.

Kix scoffed as he kneeled down, resting his cheek on Nihlus’ inner thigh, sliding a finger under the waistline of his hip and giving it a gentle pull,

“Did you wear these just for me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Nihlus replied dismissively, trailing a line down Kix’s face, a smirk crossing his lips as he finished with, “that’s my job,”

#star wars the clone wars #sith oc #clone medic kix #ct 6116 #oc x canon #kix tag #nihlus tag #vampire au #the den #gonna be honest this was just an excuse to draw Nihlus smiling #its actually kinda an older drawing

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hyunsvngs · 1 year ago

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I literally just dropped off the face of the earth but I’m back 😝😝

Can I request a most to least little headcannon list on who would most likely get pussy drunk the easiest and/or to enjoy eating you out 🤝

HEY SPORK BABY<3 I LOVE THIS IDEA

ok so mtl gettin pussy drunk the quickest <3

most

jisung - i’m not explaining this its so self explanatory. that man lives and dies for pussy im telling u

chan - listen. he would DROWN in ur pussy im tellning u

jeongin - poor baby. he’s SO gettin pussy drunk. i think that if innie has lost his virginity its probably very recent so i dont think he’s that used to pussy yet ygm<33

changbin - oh god he’d be SOOOO cute. just thrusting into you, feeling the wetness around him and he’d be babbling, “yes, binnie’s bunny, so so good for binnie.” he’d have absolutely no clue what he’s saying. lost in the sauce

felix - oh felix gets pussy drunk. i think felix would get so OVERWHELMED and he would probably also cry. i want to make him cry

hyunjin - he sees sex as this whole big experience and i think he’d get lost in it 100%. just all pretty, dripping sweat w his eyes rolled back in his head 😵‍💫

minho - i think he’d hold it together pretty well, but i think he may fold if you came around him. that would be his weakness <3

seungmin - i’m telling u he would hold it together SO WELL. he’d have you dick drunk 100% and he’d just be laughing at you

least

in terms of enjoying eating you out… oralracha is hyune, chan & jisung. i think they’d all love doing it (tho i do think seungmin is more likely to use his fingers, as well as maybe innie) but those three do it for their own pleasure straight up

♡ juno

#juno’s asks ♡#user: sporksoverit #asks: ot8 #asks: mtl

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forgottenghosty · 1 year ago

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Did anyone else notice that Tom was just pushing whip cream around with a spork?

I thought it was a creative but funny way to make it so him and Owen were “eating” the pie during takes.

I couldn’t stop watching him play with it. Just pushing it around like a kid not wanting to finish their dinner.

I almost thought the pie was fake until Owen took a chunk out of it and put it in his mouth.

I hope if that was real it didn’t taste bad after being out on a hot set. If fake, I hope he spit it out fast or wasn’t something that’d hurt him.

Still a creative funny thing to watch when you know they don’t want to keep having the actors mouths full during takes and having them have to finish bites or take more bites for continuity.

Very likely why Tom just played with it instead of taking bites most of the time.

When you watch it again, just watch the pies.

#spoiler #spoilers #Loki #Loki series #props #tv props #Loki tv show #marvel #tom hiddleston #movie props #key lime pie

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takashi-tuesday · 7 months ago

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takashi tuesday #5 | The Moon's Farthest Point (PT.3) [1] [2] [3]

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“Rock, paper scissors!” Shiro cupped Curtis’ hand in his. “I win, again.” When Shiro took his hand back, Curtis stared at his fist, he had chosen rock and Shiro took the victory with paper. Curtis scowled at his hand like it personally plotted against him before smiling with a shrug. “Guess I’m just bad at this.” Shiro gave him an incredulous look, “You can’t be bad at rock, paper, scissors.” He pointed at him with his spork. “You can be unlucky or just.. Not that smart, but not bad.” Curtis dramatically stretched and easily slid his arm around Shiro’s shoulders. “I don’t know, there's a first for everything, isn’t there?” Finishing another spoonful of his lunch, Shiro rolled his eyes. “Yes but I don’t think you’re the first, if it’s possible.” Curtis pouted. “You’re so serious.” He was staring at him now, Shiro could feel his eyes boring into the side of his head. “And you’re so-” He shouldered his arm off. “Clingy.” Curtis frowned for a second before snorting and prodding Shiro in the side. To which he flinched violently, Curtis made another noise of humor. “Quit that.” Curtis only leaned closer. “Why? You ticklish, Shirogane?” Shiro would be lying if he said he didn’t consider shoving him off the bench, and he is an honest man.

“No, I just don’t want you poking me.” He decided to be mature but that was all thrown out the window as Curtis scoffed, and without missing a beat, reached onto his tray and stole his last cracker. Which was meant to go with the chili he was eating. Shiro reached for his hand, grabbing his wrist before he could eat it. Curtis recognized the challenge and they silently tugged his hand back and forth, neither speaking a word. Curtis yanked his hand back and shoved the remains of the crumbled cracker into his mouth. Shiro groaned, “For the love of-” The bell rang. Shiro groaned in irritation before collecting his tray, glaring at Curtis as he turned to dump it.

The other boy got from his seat, looking smug while he dusted his crumby hands over the trash. Shiro couldn’t help but scowl at the petty gesture. This wasn’t over. – “We can work at the Library after class to get a headstart on the material.” Shiro suggested, flipping through an especially boring textbook. Curtis’ only addition to the plan was a half hearted-groan. Shiro looked up for the book, frowning at Curtis, who was slumped over, his head resting on his folded arms.

“Are you sleeping?” Shiro flipped his textbook closed, he doubted he’d use it anymore today, his eyes were getting tired. “I’m resting my eyes.” He yawned, blinking hazily at him. Shiro resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Yeah, he was knocked out. “Did you hear what I said?” Shiro asked, crossing his arms. Curtis’ eyes fluttered closed against briefly, he exhaled tiredly before forcing himself upright. “Do you want an honest answer or a nice one?” He murmured, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Undeniably amused, Shiro bit back a snort. He cleared his throat before hardening his expression. “How late were you up last night?” He shrugged, yawning again. His brow furrowed at the half-answer. “You’re lucky it’s Friday, you look like you’re gonna fall over.” He admitted, moving to collect his papers into a neat stack. “I asked if you wanted to meet at the Library after class so we can go ahead and get started on our research.” He repeated, lifting his bag into his lap to store his supplies. Curtis seemed to mull over it for a second. “Today?” He asked through a third yawn. “Yeah, when else?” He finished zipping his back closed and slung the strap over his shoulder, giving Curtis a bemused look. “No time like the present I guess, I have to text my grandma though.” Shiro didn’t ask why but he’s assuming his face gave away his curiosity because Curtis continued.

“I have track after school.” He explained, Shiro made an ‘o’ with his mouth. “We can pick a different time, don’t wanna disrupt your uh, grind or whatever.” He smiled, Curtis snorted at him. “Grind?” He asked from behind his hand. Doubling down, Shiro crossed his arms. “Yes.” The bluntness must’ve been amusing because the other boy burst out laughing, which earned him a look from the substitute. “Nah, it’s okay. I’ve been looking for a reason to skip it anyway.” He shrugged, leaning back in his seat. Shiro wanted to say more but decided he’d say something if it really bothered him that much. “Alright, let me know if you change your mind.” Shiro said in finality, just barely missing the look Curtis was giving him. “What?” Curtis, who was leaning forward on his palm, only blinked slowly and smiled. “Nothing, just spacing out.” Shiro subconsciously rubbed the bridge of his nose, Weird. ––

This is a direct continuations of this post, I'm thinking of calling this little fic; the moon's farthest point. What do you guys think?

(As per usual, please forgive any errors, I don't have a beta and I write this stuff all on my own. Thanks for tuning in, until next week, happy Takashi Tuesday!)

#takashi shirogane #takashi tuesday #voltron #vld curtis #pre slash curtashi #curtashi

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lfthinkerwrites · 8 months ago

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fireworks - author's choice ❣️

(Went for a different use of the term lol. Hope you enjoy!)

Dr. Arkham sighed. “Harvey, we’ve talked about the language. Before we continue the session, please apologize to Edward for what you said about his mother.”

From his place in the so-called ‘friendship circle’ between Jonathan and Waylon, Edward shrugged, “That’s not necessary, Dr. It’s been nearly thirty years since I’ve seen the woman. For all I know, she could be a syphilitic whore.”

Joker cackled and Pamela made a disgusted noise. Dr. Arkham shook his head. “Edward, please. This group therapy session is meant to foster a positive relationship in Arkham. We don’t want a repeat of what happened in the cafeteria yesterday.”

“We don’t?” Joker asked. “Aren’t we all glad that Jervis stabbed Laszlo with a sharpened spork?”

“You still want us to think Jervis did that?” Jonathan drawled.

“Well he did have the spork in his pocket.” Joker let out an exaggerated gasp. “Wait! Are you trying to imply that he was framed, Spooky? By who?”

“No one’s implying anything Joker.” Personally, Arkham agreed that Jervis didn’t do it, but he didn’t care enough to get the little bastard out of solitary. “Let’s move on. I’d like everyone here to say something positive about someone. Joker, we’ll start with you. Say something positive and keep it appropriate please.”

Joker grinned. “I know something positive! I found out that if you hit Robin in the spleen with a crowbar, he squeaks like a dog’s chew toy!”

Arkham wiped a hand down his face and willed himself not to cry. “I said to keep it appropriate, Joker.” A loud laugh was his only response. Arkham squeezed his eyes shut, internally counted to ten, then turned his gaze to Waylon. “Would you like to say something positive, Waylon?”

Waylon rubbed his chin with a scaly hand. “It can’t be about eating people?”

Arkham resisted the urge to throw his writing pad at Waylon’s face. He had a shock collar on and there were armed guards just outside, but why risk it? “No Waylon, it can’t be about eating people.”

Waylon nodded. “Ok. I have something positive to say about Jervis.”

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah. I’m happy that he’s in solitary and I don’t have to listen to him whine about Alice!”

Joker cackled again, as did Edward, Pamela, and even Arnold. Arkham took a deep breath. “Fine, Waylon. That’s nice. That’s very nice. Now, does anyone else have anything positive they want to say?” Edward’s hand shot up. “For the love of God, anyone other than Edward?”

Joker clicked his tongue. “Uh, uh, uh, Dr. Arkham. Remember, positivity!”

Arkham was positively sure he was about to storm out of the room, call Belle Reve and have every single one of these degenerates join Harley down south. “Fine. Ok. What do you have to say, Edward?”

Edward lowered his hand and smiled. “I’d just like to say that I really do appreciate my time in Arkham. Whenever I’m here and interact with you all, I’m reassured that I am indeed, the most brilliant criminal mind in all of Gotham.”

Harvey jumped up and threw his chair at Edward, who yelped and jumped into Jonathan’s lap to avoid it. Waylon caught the chair and threw it back, sending it flying over Harvey’s head. It hit the wall with a crash. Joker threw his head back and laughed.

“Get off me!” Jonathan shouted, shoving Edward to the floor.

“Asshole!” Edward shouted back.

“Narcissistic megalomaniac!”

“Inbred hick!”

“High school dropout!”

Edward gasped. “Jon! You promised never to tell anyone about that!”

Pamela laughed. “All that talk about being a genius, and you couldn’t even finish high school? Pathetic.”

Arkham agreed, but he needed to at least attempt to get things under control, or else the guards would come in and…actually, wait. Fuck these people. The guards could brutalize them as much as they wanted. Edward was up on his feet now and screaming in Jonathan’s face, and Jonathan was screaming right back. Waylon, Harvey, Pamela, and Joker seemed content to watch the show, Joker chiming in with his own commentary. Arnold just kept nervously watching the door.

Dr. Arkham really, really hated his job.

#fic prompts #fun with group therapy #the gotham rogues

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astralscrivener · 9 months ago

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Hi baby!!! It’s me here with fanfiction game words! 🥰❤️❤️❤️

okay okay okay here are my words:

- intimate

- protectively/protective

- warmth

-giggle

Feel free to choose your favorites 🥰❤️❤️❤️

WEEEEEEEE THANK YOU LOVEY

intimate

i was honestly worried i wasn't gonna have this one but LO AND BEHOLD I FOUND ONE

for the as-yet-untitled oneshot for prompt o: opportunity in the abcs of klance series:

The Galra are their best bet. The Lions are a one-way ticket straight up the ladder, a promotion no soldier would turn down. But the Galra also won’t leave the universe’s greatest superweapon so damaged. Fixing the Lions will be high on their priority list. And who better to understand the intimate connection between Lion and Paladin than an original Paladin and Altean alchemist themselves?

protectively/protective

i did not have protectively/protective specifically, but i do have protect!!!!

from the as-yet-untitled oneshot for prompt t: trust in the abcs of klance series:

Lance’s spork scraped his plate. The screech filled the dining room, and the vibration of it traveled up Lance’s arm until it sat uncomfortably in his teeth. The others startled, raised their heads. Lance looked down and realized his knuckles were turning white. He couldn’t explain himself, if the others asked. What was he supposed to do, just admit out loud that he didn’t trust having Krolia here? Not after everything? That failing to protect Keith then, and still feeling like he was failing to protect him now, was eating him alive?

warmth

again, no "warmth" specifically, but i do have warm!

from [REDACTED] chapter 2 (light content warning for emetophobia):

Keith was no longer following at all. His heartbeat was suddenly loud in his ears, and the curdling thing in his stomach had made its way up to his throat. He must have made a noise, maybe turned green, because the next thing he knew, he was hunched over on his knees, the team surrounding him, several hands on his shoulders and back. Warm brown fingers pulled his hair out of his face.

giggle

astoundingly, there is no giggling going on in my dozen wips. everyone is having a miserable time forever and ever and ever. however i did find some laughs

from the hallura crush fic:

Allura blinks at him. “Um.” Then she remembers her whole purpose for coming here, and blinks again, and remembers that she is the face of the Coalition. This is nothing. The stakes of this whole thing are not higher than the war. She can do this. “Yes,” she finally answers. “I need advice.” There’s a startled snort from behind Lance. Lance’s uneasy smile twitches. “Advice? From me? You’re asking me for advice?” He laughs, high and unnatural. “That’s—did someone put you up to this? Is this a prank? Pidge asked you to say that, didn’t they?” “No,” Allura answers, fidgeting now with her fingers. “I—I want to talk to you. About…romance.”

fanfic wip guessing game! send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence paragraph that it appears in!

#thank you again love 🥰#almost put another snippet of [REDACTED] for giggle but. we can save that for later #eileen answers #sweetheart tag #my writing #ask meme #fic: ds (es)#vld

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tudorscrown · 7 months ago

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call it what you want | young!derek hale

young!derek hale x stilinski!fem!oc warnings: weird things are happening, cringe, read if you dare, alan deaton has rizz? alex being ridiculous navigation | tw masterlist | 1 ; 2 ; 4

After English was Theater with Ms. Hanifysei, then History with Mr. Banditt. Then there was lunch, Novalies favorite time of day.

She was sitting with Alexander Grave and Alan Deaton. Alex is like her brother, but they aren't blood. That doesn't mean that they are any less of family.

"Do you think you can make that shot from here?" Alex said.

"I know I can. They don't call me The Baller for nothing." Alan said, grabbing his trash and going to shoot it in the garbage can from his seat.

"They don't call you that." Nova said.

"Not yet." He said. He took the shot.

"He shoots... and he... misses! Landed right on the table of the infamous Hales!" Alexander narrated. Of course it did. It had to land in the hands of the Hales. Why did they even have the same lunch as them?

"Five dollars that he won't go and get it." Novalie said to Alex.

"You're on."

AT THE HALE TABLE

"Who the fuck threw this?" Laura said as she used a spork to move the trash further away from her.

"I don't know, don't push it near me." Derek said as he moved further away from the mess of napkins in a tray.

"Oh please, you'll heal." Laura said.

Derek made a face at her. Then, they felt someone approaching them.

Alan approached their table. "Sorry, meant for the trash can."

Laura sneered at him. "Then take it back to your table."

Alan snickered. "Why hello there. I'm Alan and you must be Laura. i've heard about you, your family and everything in between."

WITH NOVA AND ALEX

"I can't believe he's actually over there right now." Novalie said as she watched Alan talk to the stoic Laura Hale.

"Please, he's been crushing on her for ages. It's about time he's talked to her." Alex said, picking at his mac and cheese.

Novalie whipped her head around. "What?"

Alex looked up. "You didn't know? As long as I've known him, he's liked Laura."

They looked back at Alan and saw him freezing up as Laura kept coming up with witty comebacks.

"And now he's drowning." Alexander said as he started to get up.

"What are you doing?" Nova said.

"Throwing him a life saver." He said in a 'duh' tone.

Nova sighed and followed him.

"...yeah I mean, you remind me of autocorrect, I can't live without it." Alan winked.

Nova stood to the left of Alan, next to where Derek was seated.

"Sorry about him, he's a little... yeah." Novalie said as she looked from Laura to Derek. Though, she made a face of disgust at Derek.

She grabbed Alan's arm and led him back to their previous table where Alex was sat eating gummies.

"I thought you were going to throw him a life saver?" Nova said as she sat down.

"Hey! I didn't need saving!"

Alex looked from her to Alan. "Life saver?" He was referring to the candy he was eating.

#young derek hale #derek hale #tyler hoechlin #rowan blanchard #ian nelson #teen wolf #season 3 #werewolves

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thunderclaw100 · 10 months ago

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[Kii belongs to @messinwitheddie ]

(I had this in my head for a while now and had to draw it out or I’d go mad if I didn’t!😅)

Tallest Miyuki was in the middle of talking with her wardrobe staff. They were showing her a few selections of silkwear and pictures of her next body armor. Miyuki is feeling picky today and had been flipping through one clothing to the next. Her mood has been sour lately and it’s because more than one thing that’s been on her mind. First: not being allowed to be with the Irken she loves. Second: loosing her sworm. Third: Only getting to eat a certain amount of food. Her waist is not getting any smaller and people have been talking about it.

“Uugh! What now?!”

Miyuki felt her pak buzzing and it can only mean one thing. A control brain his hailing her, and she knows which one. She got up from her lounge couch, dismissed her drones and then leave her chambers to reach to room where the green control brain is awaiting her arrival. Miyuki, already knows this is going to be a an discussion about another one of her foolish antics, if she can remember whatever is was.

“Greetings, material brain. You wanted to speak with me….again?” She said without a hint of annoyance. The green control brain made a robotic noise. The screen in the front static before a hologram figure appears in Irken form. Kii stands before Miyuki, with her materialize orange wardrobe and a cape to add a bit of flow to it. She looked as radiant as the day she was in her younger years.

“Tallest Miyuki, what we’re you thinking? Leading that soldier on like that, with your lovey-dovey nonsense?” Kii said. Hovering towards Miyuki. Staring her down with those green, judgmental eyes of hers.

“I don’t understand….what did I do wrong?”

“I’m talking about that little talk you had with that cadet, Red! You dult!” Kii spat.

How the heck did she find out about that? Miyuki was in her private chambers, where no telepathic link to the control brains can reach her. Surely Red did not say anything about this after their talk, right? Miyuki looked up at the material brain. The disappointment she was giving her. Or was that disgust?

“Cadet Red needed a little comfort and a nudge in the right direction he wants to be. He shared his pain with me and I did the same with him.” Miyuki told her. Feeling a little anxious with the way Kii is circling around her like a defenseless prey.

“You’re encouraging him to embrace attachments to another drone. Have you learned nothing from our discussion of Spork?”

That was a low blow to Miyuki’s chest. Why bring up something that will bring nothing but heartache? The green control brain stopped moving around and stood in front of Miyuki.

“Spork’s situation is different from cadet Reds. I don’t get why you’re so against drones falling in love? Surely you felt love once, my maternal grace.” Miyuki said. Kii turned away from her.

“Love….I had no need for such a weak emotion. I had many sires, but no male was good enough to satisfy me. I hated them all and wished for their demise. They did not give me what I want but I’ve seen what they’ve done to our females, Miyuki. Kii shutters.

“pfft but aren’t you now connected to two males?” Miyuki smirked, hand on her hip. Why would Kii say she hates males if she allowed herself to be linked with two other former bodied tallest? Did they have anything to do with why she’s so angry at the world?

“Sox and Hitz? We have history together. One I wish not to speak of. They are part of the problem but I have always have a dislike of males in general. This empire relies on pure strength and intelligent alone. There is no room for romance and petty little feelings. I did what I can to make sure OUR gender stays relevant to this day! You have no idea what these men have done to us in my time. I don’t expect you to understand. You’re too young. Kii told her. Clenching her fingers in reminder of an incident in her past. Miyuki’s eye twitch.

“Forgive me for being so blunt but you’ve completely lost your mind. I have lead this empire forward to a bright future. You’ve seen the massive, right? With it we can make our travels for conquest more efficient than ever. It shouldn’t matter what our drones do with each other as long as they contribute to our goal.”

Miyuki went on and on. Countering the mother brain’s criticism of her. But the further she speaks, the more angrier the green control brain was getting. Kii hovered over to her.

*SLAP!!*

Miyuki eyes widen in shock as she touched her left cheek. Kii is in hologram form but that sting from that slap felt all too real. Kii was fuming with anger. “NEVER HAVE I MET SUCH INSOLENCE FROM ONE OF MY OWN FEMALES! You do NOT get to speak to me as if I am a mere smeet, Miyuki.” Kii snapped.

“I’m sorry…..I didn’t realize I was venting out on you, my grace. I just didn’t think it should be a problem for me or any other female to love….”

Kii growled. She felt the urge to slap this woman again but regain herself. “I told you before, during our last conversation that I will not have you ruin the work I put into making our females worth more than what they are. You remind me of another female tallest I’ve once had measured. But even she did not talk to me with such disrespect! How dare you?!”

“But I was just trying to-“

Kii clamped her hand over Miyuki’s mouth. “Do not interrupt me! You were supposed to be the example for all Irken females. A symbol that shows WE can carry ourselves with pride and dignity. That we let NO fucking male determine what we should be and how we should live.”

Kii removed her hand and hovered back a little. Miyuki looked at her with wide eyes. “Stars….who hurt you?” She said.

“Men hurt me. Just like they will do to you if you don’t sharpen up on them. Don’t think I don’t know what you did behind my back. I may not reach you in your chambers, but I do have drones who will watch and listen to everything you do, Miyuki. You cannot hide behind my blind spot. Can’t you see I’m trying to save us? A man’s world has brought nothing but tyranny and injustice.” Kii said. She turned around to get ready to return to her own duties. Miyuki had one more thing to say.

“Material brain? All I ever wanted is to make you proud of me. Not just as a female but a leader who wants to make a difference in our world. From our own history, we’ve been through so much already. I only wished you’ve seen the better side of our accomplishments and not dwell in the bad parts that lead the Irken empire to where it is today. Hardship-“

“Do not speak to me about hardships, Miyuki. I’ve seen them. I LIVED through the ones that brought me up and broke me down! You know NOTHING about real hardship until you put yourself on the line of it. Kii’s hologram figure phases out for a few seconds. Her system still needs to be checked upon, so she needs to go.

“From now on, I don’t want you getting close to that Spork soldier. Only when he is needed for important work or used as your escort. I do not want to see any of our females taking after you and your sneaky performance with a male. Disgusting! You may go now, Miyuki. Hail the maintenance for me. I need a system repair.”

“As you wish, maternal brain….” Miyuki bowed her head respectfully. Then turned away to leave the chamber the same time Kii’s hologram figure disappears. This talk has left the tallest feeling conflicted and a bit hurt. Miyuki touched her left cheek, where the green control brain has slapped her. It still feels tender, and it made her rethink her actions, and hold her tongue the next time she is summoned by the control brains. Miyuki said nothing to her drones when they saw her. Then she returned to her chambers to reflect.

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