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Thirsty Thursday - Ring my bell, part 5

part 4

steddie, omegaverse, flagging/signaling culture, there’s plot now, in the smut, mdni 🔞

Eddie is surprised when he walks up to his dealing table and sees Chrissy Cunningham waiting in her cheer uniform. He considers turning around then and there, not wanting to risk her jock boyfriend coming to look for her and going all feral on him and bashing his face in. But he really needs to save his money, so turning down a paying customer isn’t something he can do.

He considers walking again when she startles so badly, but mostly he’s worried about her. She’s got blockers on, so he can’t scent much from her, but the tension in her shoulders tells him enough. The girl needs weed, or some xannies. All Eddie’s got on him is weed though, so it’ll have to do.

She’s still so jumpy, so Eddie hams it up, trips over himself to get her to laugh because laughter is easy. He shifts enough that the guitar pick he wears around his neck sneaks out from his collar.

Chrissy’s been fiddling with her own necklace—a padlock, just like Steve’s—and she asks, “What’s that one mean?” and then turning beet red. “Sorry, I just- You’ve always had the rings, didn’t think necklaces were your thing.”

“They’re not. But… Easy to keep a pick handy.” He pulls the chain forward, revealing the pendant it came with, the guitar pick a convenient excuse. Chrissy’s eyes go wide at the little anatomical heart, pierced with an arrow, and Eddie grins. “Gift from the prettiest omega I know.”

“Oh…” She shrinks in on herself again, and he knows he has to get her laughing.

“Second I scented him, thwp!” He clutches dramatically at his chest, mimes being shot through the heart and falls off the bench. Eddie pops back up. “It’s like he just gets me, about everything.” He tucks the necklace away, swings his legs back around the bench, and pulls out his lunchbox, offering her a discount on the already jacked up price for an ounce.

“Do you have anything… stronger?” Chrissy asks, glancing over her shoulder again, like she’s being watched.

“Not with me. Possession is 9/10s of the law or whatever, so best not to have anything too hard on me. And really, you should start with the weed.”

She nods, blue eyes so big in her face. “But, what if it isn’t enough?”

He pulls out a pen, writes down his number on her hand. “It’s spring break, so you can’t drop a note in my locker. Gimme a call, and I’ll see what I can rustle up.” He knows he’s got some Special K squirreled away, for in case Steve gets one of his bad migraines and he wants to sleep through it. “Or check the medicine cabinet—see if your mom’s got a secret Xanax script. One of those will melt your worries.”

“Okay, yeah. Thanks.” She smiles, and it looks real enough. She pushes herself up to standing.

“So do you want the weed?” Eddie joggles the baggie in front of her.

“Right, sorry! Yes, I do.” She reaches into the band of her skirt and pulls out a couple fives, trading him for the weed.

Eddie schools his face when he takes them from her. “Pleasure doing business. I hope it helps.”

“Me too.”

He watches her leave, the bills sitting close enough to her skin and sweat that they stink with her scent. Eddie thinks it’s vaguely fruity, but it’s too covered over in acrid fear that he isn’t sure at all.

💍💘🐽

Eddie sees Steve across the parking lot, the basketball game getting out the same time as Hellfire, and he has to clench his fist to keep from waving. He wants to run to him, kiss him, sweep him into his arms and deposit him safely into his van so they can drive home together.

Instead, he bids the guys goodnight and drives to Forest Hills alone. He beats Steve by more than 20 minutes, since he has to give Robin a ride home. Which means Eddie can do a modicum of cleaning, including rearranging the blankets and pillows on his bed to be a little more nest-like for Steve’s comfort.

Steve doesn’t knock, just comes straight in, and Eddie races to him. “Hey, Puppy, how’d the game go?” he asks, kissing him hello, waiting for an answer before going total horndog on him.

“Lucas scored the game-winning basket, so please have the guys congratulate him next week.” Steve has already complained about Eddie’s refusal to hold the game for Lucas, even took away his pussy privileges for a week until he’d groveled and explained how he had the entire year planned out, he couldn’t skip a week since he was finally graduating. This campaign was his baby!

And Steve liked the sound of Eddie graduating, so he was willing to forgive this one discretion.

“Of course, Stevie. And Erica held her own. You should be proud of your youngest.” He grins wide, and Steve fondly rolls his eyes.

“Please stop talking about the twerps like I birthed them.”

“But that’s what you want, isn’t it?” He sinks down to his knees, puts himself level with Steve’s crotch. “Want a pup of your own,” he murmurs, hand coming up to cradle Steve’s belly, “Right here.”

Eddie smells it when Steve slicks his pants, his sweetness sickly with his desperation for that little dream.

“Want you to shut up and fuck me already,” Steve moans, gripping Eddie by the collar and pulling him to his feet. He’s sloppy as he kisses him, and Eddie purrs.

He loves Steve and Steve loves him, and they both see their future together. He’s really getting sick of waiting for that future to start. But at least he gets to take Steve to bed right now.

🍃🍃🍃

The next morning, the basketball team wakes up in the shell of Benny’s Burgers. There’s blood and black on the ceiling, and Chrissy Cunningham’s broken body on the floor. It takes nearly an hour for the boys to stop screaming long enough to call the police.

Part 6

[screamingcrows]

🎲 kiss kiss for dottore hehe

You rolled 3! That's a little forehead kissy! "Hold. Three, two- you're not relaxing," Dottore chided, eyes fixed on the display in front of him, "we'll have to redo this. Remember, you pull all you can, return to the initial position and relax for three seconds. You have to relax the muscle during those seconds or my data points will be muddled. Understand?"

"That's what I'm doing," you whined softly, having had quite enough of his tests already.

In truth, the many tests weren't half as bad as you made them out to be, certainly more pleasant than the outlook of succumbing to your Eleazar, muscles already akin to rusty hinges. Whether he did it for you specifically or not mattered little.

"If you were doing it properly, these readings would be useful. One more time."

As you followed his directions, mind wandering in a way that was only ever possible when your body was guided by his smooth voice, your eyes came to rest on the crude metal structures lumbering in the corner. They stood like remnants of the departed, already stripped of flesh and reduced to nothing but bone and the wish for a better future.

"Are you done gawking? We'll need to fit one of them to you next and repeat the measurements tomorrow. I'll configure the strength of their assistance tonight based on what you just did. Go rest for now."

Without comment, he saw how you struggled to stand and went over to lift you up, handing you the nearby cane before removing the small electrodes from your exposed skin.

"Omega should soon resolve this for good, the exoskeleton will be ready for your rehabilitation once you're cured."

"A heretic asking me to have faith? Ironic," you smiled at him, ignoring his scoff.

Every step was tiresome, infuriatingly so as of late with all the exercises he pushed you through. An idea crossed your mind, body coming to a halt before your mind could intervene.

"Don't I get a reward for my cooperation?"

"And what about the aid I've provided thus far, or the promise of having a tool to combat muscle atrophy, do those hold no value?"

"A kiss and I'll be quiet for the fitting tomorrow."

Dottore groaned almost playfully, glancing towards his creation. The press of his lips against your forehead was pleasant, if a little disappointing.

"Run along then. And be ready at eight."

[mysteriousbp]

Second Chance AU Masterpost 1

Canon posts

Original posts:

Second Chance AU concept

Kanako life in the true lab

The broken cries of a innocent child

Some mistakes can't be fix...

Kanako Kitsune

Don’t listen to Clover…

MEANWHILE

Kept Alive concept (one of the arcs of the Second Chance AU.)

YOU GOT MAIL

Friends reunited

Extract explanation

Forgotten face...

Holding to the past

Baby Kanako design

Why Chujin didn’t absorb the soul

True Lab dinner

Chujin's ice magic

My hero

Chujin and Kanako winter coat

Undertale Cyan lore (one of the arcs of the Second Chance AU.)

The best of us

Teaching Axis morals

Human souls surface designs

ASKS:

The coffins are empty... Except one...

Chujin and the souls

Chujin and the souls during Omega

Thank you for opening my eyes

Memories and dreams

Those two really need therapy...

Information about the dreams and Lila routes

After Omega

Orphanage picture and human names revealed

Monster families

Alphys DT talk with her children

Kanako's fusion powers

Control over the body

Souls backtracking

Reunited part 1 / part 2

Fallen monsters and save points

Limbo void time explain

Kanako used in political discussions

Kanako is now a BIG SHOT

Kanako updated moves

Lila reunites with Endogeny

Lila and Tom in the void

Undertale Orange (one of the arcs of the Second Chance AU.) QC

Kanako's Cleithrophobia and Trypanophobia. With a side of mom comfort.

Kanako's scar

Melody during Chujin's experiments

Clover and Chara playing cards

Melody kill count and scar explain

Dalv and Melody on the cliff

Frisk memories of the others and just being depresed

Political discussion explain

Frisk after flawed pacifist phone call

Flowey is a jerk

Hope and Sunny's deaths

Gerson and Undyne after Hope and Sunny came back

Hope x Sunny confirm

Water under the bridge

Frisk meets Kanako

Asriel second chance

Parent hangouts and family trees

Clover learning how to be a monster

Friend groups

Where's Clover?

Human souls and the lost souls

Clover with Sadie and GK

Calling mom/dad

Alphys getting the kids into cosplay and Kissy Kissy Mew Mew

Snowdrake's father and Mettaton AU lore

Frisk first death

Clover is back

Kanako school life

Tom reunites with QC

Sunny with her family. Melody apology to Kanako. And reason to climb the mountain

Flawed pacifist dream

Melody with Dalv

The kids with the internet and where is the mountain

Is this what they would have wanted?

Adult Kanako design

Why the humans forgot about the monsters

How Mad Mew Mew's powers affect the fusions

Lila, Frisk and Asriel with Toriel. Also Lila's death

Flawed pacifist Clover vs Asgore

Kanako opinion on save points

Kanako with stress

Afraid of Clover

GK teen desigh and Tom and Hope adult designs

How many runs Frisk did

Gerson apology to Hope

Does Clover mature mentally

How the monster and human relationship is going

Sunny trying Papyrus's spaghetti

Southern Kanako

The souls after Uty geno reset

Frisk in the coffin room

Clover's body

Panic Asriel

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(The Bad Batch) Hunter x Reader: Worried

A lil something for the Hunter fangirls!! Enjoy!

Word Count: 776

Warnings: Mentions events that took place in "The Crossing", Kissy

“You’ve been awfully quiet.”  The low rumble of his voice echoed softly in your ear.  As his gloved hand sought yours, you released a sigh, shoulders sinking in relief as his presence soothed your nerves.

You took note of Wrecker hauling a boulder on the other side of the dimly-lit tunnel, granting you and Hunter a moment to converse in some semblance of privacy.

“Omega and Tech have been gone for a while,” you said finally.  “I just hope everything’s okay.”

Hunter clasped his hand over your own, giving it a reassuring squeeze.  You relished the contact, leaning into his side. 

“They’ll check in soon.”

His profile betrayed no underlying fear.  No uncertainty.  Even while Cid’s bogus mission went awry, getting worse and worse by the hour, he’d hardly looked phased.  It was a wonder.

When the ship was stolen and the crew broke out into debates about who was at fault, he calmly redirected the team’s energy with the simple statement that arguing was not helping the situation.

While Wrecker grumbled and griped about how long it would take to dig your way out from the collapsed tunnel, Hunter made the argument that complaining would not make it go any faster.

He was right in both cases, and yet even you could not stave off the doubts that crept into your mind.  Would you all make it out in one piece?  Could you get the Marauder back?  How many failed missions would it take for Cid to turn on the lot of you?  And now, would Tech and Omega be alright?

His level-headed nature was almost enough to convince you there was no reason to be concerned. 

Almost.

Hunter turned to face you completely, the corner of his lips turning up.  “Everything will be alright.”  His brown eyes searched your face, measuring your expression, hopeful that his words put you at ease.

A familiar, nagging thought crept its way back in.  You felt the need to pout under his gaze, lifting a brow.

His amusement grew at your shift as you pulled away slightly.  “What?”

“You don’t exactly reassure the others this much.”

Hunter leaned forward, countering your withdrawal by gently pulling you back into his space, so that you had nowhere to look but at him.  You met his eyes and felt helplessly drawn in at the tenderness they held.  “The others don’t quite worry like you do, sweetheart.”

Your lips parted with a reply that itched to be heard, but you couldn’t bring yourself to utter it.  As much as you wanted to protest, his statement wasn’t exactly inaccurate.  Besides, it was hard to argue when his lips found your neck.

“I just…don’t want you to think I can’t handle things like the rest of you,” you breathed, hands gripping broad shoulders as he trailed a series of soft kisses toward your ear.  

There.  You’d said it.  The thing that had been weighing on you for quite some time.  The reason that you’d fallen silent in the last few hours.

“Not for a second,” he murmured.  “You are one of the strongest people I know.  I actually think it’s…adorable how you worry for everyone.”

“Adorable?”  You hadn’t expected to hear that word from him, huffing quietly.  “Yeah, right.”  Your breath hitched in your throat when he nuzzled against the base of your neck.

“Utterly.”  His tone was heavy with sincerity.

“Well,” you exhaled slowly.  “I was not aware of that.”

“You look after each member of the squad in a way we’ve never been looked after before,” he continued, lifting his head to meet your gaze once more.  “Before you came along, do you think anyone worried about us?”

His question pierced you like a blade.  Before you joined, the squad had been on mission after mission, taking on the riskiest of tasks for the sake of the Republic… without anyone to worry besides each other. 

You buried your face in his chest, squeezing him tighter as he sighed.  “Either way, it’s only a matter of time until we’re out of here and find a transport.”

“Uh yeah,” Wrecker interjected, huffing.  “You guys done?  We’ve still got a lot of boulders to move.”

You and Hunter separated, him rolling his eyes while you smiled apologetically.  “Sorry, Wreck.  You’re doing a great job.”

“Yeah, yeah.”  He waved your comment off humorously and stepped aside so you could join him at the wall of collapsed rock.  You nudged him and knelt down to start rolling the nearest one, stealing a look at Hunter.

The sergeant was at your side in a moment to help, and just like that, you were dead set on getting out.

[blouisparadise]

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1) A Treat For You And A Treat For Me | Explicit | 3416 words

Louis blushed at Harry’s flirty tone. “You’re just saying that to get in my pants.” He giggled, half joking. “But thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

“Not just to get in your pants, baby. I’m being honest. You’re always cute. Are you wearing mascara?” He asked, licking over his lips. Louis in makeup always did something to Harry. He loved it.

Louis nodded, leaning forward. “I am. Do you like it? I’m also wearing some cute Halloween panties under my costume.. if you wanna see them later?” He murmured, letting his lips touch Harry’s lightly before pulling away, a tiny smile on his lips.

Harry’s mouth opened a bit, but no words came out. Instead Louis was lifted up and carried in Harry’s arms, up the stairs. “Later? I wanna see them now.” He whispered into Louis’ ear, hot breath sending shivers down Louis’ body. “Missed you so much since last time.”

2) Kissy | Not Rated | 6876 words

Harry buys a motorcycle against Louis's advice, and it might be the best mistake of his life. Kissy.

3) You're The Only One Who's Making Me Come, To My Sinful Senses | Explicit | 9355 words

Louis the dance major and Harry the business major meet on Tinder. They hook up regularly and come to find out they like each other more than they let on.

4) I Would Wait Forever (And Ever) | Not Rated | 10018 words

Louis is brave but has the worst timing in the world, Harry doesn't want to lose his best friend and they just don't communicate enough.

5) Butterfly Kisses | Explicit | 11832 words

Himbo Harry is smitten with stem cell researcher Louis, who only dates smart people.

6) Before You Go, Can You Read My Mind? | Not Rated | 13415 words

Harry can listen to whatever is going inside of Louis’ head and breaks up with him. Louis can never let it go.

7) Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice | Mature | 13487 words

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.”

Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing.

“You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

8) Wait For Me (To Come Home) | Explicit | 16066 words

"I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say, ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’"

9) Dance Like Waves Along The Wind | Explicit | 17031 words

A Greek Mythology AU where Louis is Adonis and Harry is Poseidon. Louis would really like to move on with his everyday life without everyone on Mt. Olympus talking about his ex, who just happens to be the God of the Sea.

10) Keeping The Flame Alive | Explicit | 19706 words

Recording with One Direction never felt like this. There’s a couple reasons for that, Harry thinks. One is that they did most of their recording on the road, rushed and in busses and hotel rooms, never in one place long enough to really get an argument going. The other, larger and more important one, is that back then he had the sweetest, meanest little omega around to distract him from all of that frustration.

The first time around, when he’d been recording his debut solo album, it hit him pretty hard. He likes to think he’s better adjusted to it now, but frustration is warring under his skin nonetheless. He doesn’t want to be told what to do most of the time, and he especially doesn’t want to be told what to do when it comes to his music.

What he does want right now is that sweet, mean little omega right in front of him with his mouth on Harry’s cock. Unfortunately, the best he’s got is his own hand and a shared toilet. So. That’s really not going to work.

11) The Evenness I Fake | Explicit | 26372 words

Harry doesn’t do relationships. He has a perfectly enjoyable friends-with-benefits agreement with a perfectly lovely omega, and he doesn’t see the need to change that anytime soon. The small fact that Louis giving his attention to another alpha makes Harry want to put his head through a wall isn’t nearly as much of an issue as everyone’s making it out to be.

12) Let Me Carry Your Weight | Explicit | 28633 words

Louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. on his journey to better himself, he meets harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

13) Building Me Up (But Buttercup, You Lied) | Explicit | 31007 words

Harry’s mouth felt dry just saying those words. What he had with Louis was so much more than a simple ‘fuck buddies’ situation. It was slow kisses in the morning between soft sheets and shy smiles, it was holding hands in the afternoon while walking and eating ice cream. It was breakfast for dinner, laughing and licking honey from each other’s lips as they shared goals and even some secrets, it was happiness, it was glow.

To Harry, what he had with Louis meant everything. Until Louis decided it meant nothing.

14) Tarnished But So Grand | Explicit | 32258 words

Louis hides in places. Harry always finds him.

15) You’re An Alpha, Harry! | Explicit | 32900 words

Right before Harry goes to university, he presents as an alpha. Struggling with his newfound identity in a completely different environment, he seeks advice from the notorious Louis Tomlinson, an omega whose claim to fame is being the local campus sex expert. Sex Education AU.

16) Sweet Like Honey | Explicit | 33117 words

Weeks of flat shopping with their limited budget with Louis as a librarian aid and Harry as a barista and arguments about whether a balcony or extended bathroom suite were more important (Harry wanted to be able to feel the crisp night’s air and watch the sun set and Louis just wanted to take long bubble baths) led to them stumbling across the perfect fit. A small flat only ten minutes from campus with a cramped but lovely balcony and an included bath.

It’s affordable too… well, sort of. But they always manage. Louis picks up more shifts as an aid, adapting a habit of bringing his Psych textbooks and homework with him to finish in between duties, and later his script so he can quietly practice lines with little distraction.

Harry also increases his number of shifts at the cafe and valiantly endures the nasty customers who for some reason flock to their establishment like moths to a flame.

For a while, it’s enough.

17) A Common Place Affliction | Not Rated | 36508 words

“You should go home,” Louis muses, and Harry can feel the omega crouch down to become eye level with Harry, poking his cheek with a dainty finger. Harry lifts his arm, taking a peek at Louis’ face. Louis looks tired, he notes, but not exhausted, and there’s an eyelash stuck to his cheek. Harry doesn’t hesitate to lazily reach out and thumb over his cheek.

“Can’t,” Harry croaks, blindly twisting his hand around to grab at Louis’ offending finger and just holding it. “C’mere. Take a nap with me,” he asks after a beat, opening an eye to look at Louis.

Louis raises an eyebrow. “M’not going to nap with you in the middle of the ER, H.”

Sighing, Harry squeezes the young nurse’s finger. “Nobody cares.” He knows they do; they’ll annoy nurses and probably worry patients when they catch sight of a nurse and surgeon sleeping on the job. Let alone in the middle of the emergency ward hallway. Harry can hear the complaints now: ‘these are the people we’re supposed to trust with our lives?’

18) Smoke Between Your Teeth | Explicit | 37015 words

Louis tries to stop his addiction to cigarettes and discovers he's been addicted to Harry for much, much longer.

19) The Space Between | Explicit | 39917 words

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why.

Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

20) Where I End and You Begin | Explicit | 42730 words

Global rock sensation Harry Styles is set to perform in his sold out residencies across six major cities. What happens when his usual makeup artist can’t make it and they hire the most beautiful human he’s ever laid eyes on? Surely it couldn’t be that hard to remain professional.

21) Two Can Play That Game | Explicit | 44221 words

Harry and Louis have been best friends since they were little. Now being flatmates, both being single, they decide to hook up during the weekends as that is easier than having to go look for someone nice to hook up with.

But can friends with benefits really work? Or do feelings get in the way?

22) Social Cues | Explicit | 55860 words

To Harry, Louis was becoming as tangible and essential as music in his life. He still was a mystery but at the same time, he was one of the most real things Harry had. He just hoped he could live up to the image Louis probably had in his mind of him.

He could play the part, after all, what was published of him wasn’t as detached from reality. He didn’t think of himself as a rockstar cliche, although he couldn't deny he did sleep around, partied a lot, and did some drugs. But then again, wasn’t that what the majority of his friends back in his hometown were doing at college?

Harry wanted to impress Louis, he didn’t want to disappoint or leave his expectations unfulfilled, so he’d give him the full rockstar experience.

It was a very simple plan, what could possibly go wrong?

23) Know I Think You’re Awesome, Right? | Explicit | 60113 words

“Well, that’s not very Treat People With Kindness of you.”

“Neither is approaching someone with the sole intent of criticizing a cause they’re clearly passionate about, given the amount of time they’ve dedicated to advocating for it,” Louis snaps.

“Sure, but I’m not the one with the button,” Harry shrugs.

“So, is there actually something I can help you with, or did you just come to push me into pepper spraying you as well?” Louis is quickly growing impatient. Hell, he was impatient the moment that Harry made his grand entrance on campus yesterday.

“I’m just trying to assess the environment here,” Harry says, “Because if this is all you’ve got to offer trans people who just want to be able to use the bathroom in peace like the rest of us, then I’m not sure I fit in.”

“Allow me to save you the trouble, then: you don’t.”

24) Quite On The Contrary | Explicit | 63816 words

Neighbors x High School AU where it all started with Harry moving next door to the Tomlinsons, a balcony break in, mixed feelings, a poorly thought-out initiation, several missing sweaters and a lot of non-platonic activities.

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#5: Peck & Bite

Ship: Imelda Reyes x f!MC (Julia Wright), Poppy Sweeting

Summary: Imelda and her contemplative mood.

Prompt Number: 64. Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward. [>>>link to the list]

Word count: 681. Rating: T.

A/N: It's brainrot-powered. Characters are in their 20's.

Based on my Imelda nsfw!headcanons post and on an one where I wrote Imelda is a tad superstitious. I don't remember the number.

Why has my writing blog turned Imelda x f!MC x Poppy kissy fluff? I frankly have no coherent answer nor idea, how. And I regret not, and hope this little nearly-a-week long journey has been so far a joy! :D

This song, btw:

Tags: @thriftstorebabayaga @espressoristretto-patronum @celestial--sapphic @ladyofsappho

Imelda wondered littly about times when it was just Poppy and Julia.

Julia was a dreamy girl. Poppy was peculiar according to some, and pensive to Imelda's mind. A halcyon amidst the disarray of poaching seas; Poppy couldn't be more driven towards her. It was only natural for them to tag along on their beast rescue impetuous escapades -- and at some point, fall head over heels for one another. A Ravenclaw like Julia must've been so at Poppy's crude flirting; a brazen Hufflepuff like Poppy couldn't escape Julia's peck of curiosity.

They looked so happy.

Their funny hobbies; giggly exchanges in the corridors and classes, somehow avoidant of professors' attention or pithy comments; the life they had, against all odds, was picturesque and serene.

And did Imelda envied both of them, many years ago.

Yet did she expect an intervention of nearly divine capability; turned each of their lives to a meeting point on a joint that would lead them to a future of inseparability, reliance, in other words, love.

It was a fairly long story; when a snake falls from the sky there has to be an explanation how it has gotten up in the air, has it not. But its starting point; it has never allowed Imelda a single contemplationless moment. Whenever she would ask Julia if she regretted anything; whenever she would ask Poppy the same question; however they would answer, Imelda would always feel either they didn't know, or were as contemplative, or preferred to call it infuriatingly simple.

Magic.

Only in a fairy tale you'd have everything you could want from life, for a steep faeian price of course, and able to run with it, carelessly.

Poppy and Julia were unanimous in how to call Imelda's worry.

A mere superstition.

Because life is unpredictable; anything can happen; Julia happened, everything was and isn't just probable, it all is possible, no need to be worrisome, yes?..

Perhaps Poppy's word had some weight to it; her peculiar interest to fae creatures could lead her to this conclusion. But Julia's upbringing, inept in a magical sense, could only pack her mind with every fancy piece of literature about magical creatures of inestimable strengths and unfathomable powers. But when confronted, oh, that woman was an obduracy; her eyes almost glimmered with a familiar splinting sharpness Fig had when told his beliefs about magic were strange.

As if Julia knew something nobody else did. Acted as she pleased, -- or, no, was doing in accordance to the flow only she could sense in the air. Or was it a superstition getting a hold of Imelda, again?

So she asked her again.

"Neither of us regrets anything," Julia said. She was nearly asleep, but forced her eyes open at the sight of Imelda's distress.

It didn't feel right keeping her awake. "I know but it's all just…"

"Yes?" Tiredly, Julia added, "What is it?"

"It… It just doesn't feel real."

Julia's intent to sit up wasn't an available option, not for this late hour, not after Julia had been pleased; not after five-technically-six words, again, ruptured something in her heart, visible in a tired spark in her stubborn gaze. Was it Imelda -- or the Slytherin tendency to bite with venom instead of hitting with a peck of a snout; she hurt her, again.

Imelda's hands were on her shoulders, bony under the chemise; Julia's fingers ran up her cheek. She whispered, breathing out air strongly, "I am real very much though. You can't snap fingers and get rid of me. Consider me a pet fae; we've been through this again, and again, but we've yet to meet that bothersome thought of yours."

"Yes but are you really--"

"Really." She always pecked at the lips. "Get to sleep. It might be the Morpheus' clamant call to you. I'm limp. You're about to crash."

And she always got a bite back, always then breathed in sharply, eyelids flutter in the lingering warmth of this want-to-believe kiss. It could also help her to get to her own much warranted, wanted sleep.

Julia was a dreamy girl.

[fyodior]

Wait oh my god, omega reader in heat with alpha verlaine AND alpha Rimbaud 👁️

hhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ok so we've already discussed this some, and what i think their different strengths as heat partners would be -- verlaine would be much better at alleviating your sexual needs whereas rimbaud is likely better with the emotional/physical support. basically verlaine will fuck you raw and rimbaud will make sure you drink water

so i definitely think they tag team it like that. when you wake up agitated and so horny you can't breathe, rimbaud will rub your back and do breathing exercises with you as verlaine gets himself hard fjdjfjfd and as he fucks you, rimbaud will prepare some light food and drinks to make sure you stay hydrated and fed, which he has to really encourage you to take a few bites of afterwards. your insanely overwhelming omega hormones and scent drive verlaine fucking crazy and he ends up fucking you half to death so you're rightfully exhausted jjfjdsjfdj but rimbaud is still going to gently force you to eat and drink, and will help you either take a shower or bath afterwards. he's pretty adamant about keeping you clean too. he'll help you rearrange your nest when it falls in disarray and scent/provide you with every single sweater he owns to comfort you when pieces of your nest inevitably need to be washed. he is the most gentle, patient, and loving caretaker

verlaine on the other hand. his talent is fucking. it's not that he's a bad person and doesn't want to provide you with emotional support, that's just something he has almost no experience with and doesn't even know where to start. that being said, he'll very gladly still try, and his hugs and cuddles and sweet words are very very comforting. but good god no one does it like him. when you've fallen back into the subspace-like, primal horniness and your pawing at verlaine and whining, he'll be very gentle and kissy as he lays you on your back and spreads your legs open. shhh honey, its ok, he'll whisper into your ear as you whine and cry out, your body overwhelmed by its own biology. i'll take good care of you, give you what you need, make you feel all better. which is exactly what he does ehhehehehe you're screeching and clawing at his back as he stuffs you so full of his cock you can feel your guts rearranging. he marks and scents you just like a good alpha should, and you breathe a little easier when you inhale his scent on you. even though he's not in rut, he has to be careful and hold himself back, because your pheromones and slick that's leaving him and the sheets absolutely soaked are triggering his own alpha instincts, but he knows when you're in such a fragile state he could hurt you badly if he gives in. he will indulge and force your thighs wide open so he can spend damn near an hour drinking up every ounce of slick you have to offer - it's so fucking sweet and absolutely intoxicating, and having his tongue shoved inside of you is a good alternative when he's waiting to get hard again. and exactly like a good alpha should -- he knots you. a switch flips in you as soon as the base of his cock swells and he releases all of his cum right into your womb, one that allows you to calm down even just the slightest amount. it feels so right to be full of his cum and for it to be plugged up inside you, for the two of you to be physically inseparable, even for just a short bit of time. verlaine's knot gets big, and your painfully sensitive, swollen cunt stings and aches as he stretches you out even further than his own girth, but you've never felt like something has belonged to you more.

all of this isn't to say that rimbaud won't support you sexually ever, he just doesn't have that high of a sex drive. he can and will fuck you slow and sweet with his fuller cock, draping himself over your back and spreading your cheeks wide so he can rub his cock over every single inch of your pussy, and fill every single crevice with his cum. he gets chilly though, so typically he'll want to fuck buried deep inside the nest under the covers. i can see him teasing you sometimes, though, wanting to have a little fun. im imagining verlaine is gone for some reason, either just in the shower or off very briefly to see chuuya or something, and rimbaud is your only alpha for the next hour or so. hormones dont care when and where the best time would be to fuck, though. you've woken rimbaud up and pounced on him, mewling please pleaseplease, arthur please i need you to fuck me, but he's still half asleep and not really in the mood. so, with a small smirk, he'll position you onto his lap and kiss you, whispering honey sweet words onto your lips. "you can take care of yourself just this once, can't you? for me?" you cock your head a bit, confused as your brain is cloudy, but get the point after he yanks your soaked panties off and grabs hold of your hips to help you rock against his thigh. you gasp as your swollen clit rubs against his toned thigh, finally understanding what he means. he doesn't have to convince you more, you can be a big girl and do it yourself this time. he offers you a sleepy smile as you throw your arms around his neck and start frantically humping his thigh, dirty moans and whines directed right into his ear as your body shakes. your heightened senses makes the stimulation feel blinding, and your body seems to have a separate mind of its own as grind down on his thigh, lips spreading so you can get direct contact with your clit. you're wet, so wet, and rimbaud almost thinks you've wet yourself as you come not long after, but it's just the ungodly amount of slick and squirt released from inside you as you succumb to your orgasm, shaking and crying. you collapse into rimbaud's arms, and that's how verlaine finds the two of you when he finally returns. you passed out, drooling on his chest as he hugs you close and pets your hair.

moving on from sex (booooo boo tomato tomato tomato) i just wanted to briefly talk about how sweet i think verlaine and rimbaud would be about you blabbering about having pups. clearly, heats have one purpose and one purpose only, to breed -- and that's what you want. they'll very patiently listen as you whine about how badly you want to get pregnant, how badly you need them to get you pregnant, and just pet your hair and laugh. it'll come with time, my love. just wait, they'll coo. they'll tell you how beautiful you'd look pregnant with their pups, and jokingly argue about who's pup you'd carry first. they decide to settle it with a game of rock, paper, scissors, and verlaine wins. here's to hoping you have cute little blonde pups <3

and that is just a mild glimpse into what i think alpha verlaine and rimbaud would be like when reader is in heat <3

[wisted-twunderland]

Happy Birthday, @veilofthorns! :D

A scenario for @veilofthorns and her TWST OC, Kissy.

Idia x F!MC, rated E for everyone

There was a girl in the board game club room. If Idia had a level bar for his experience with girls, it would be at level zero. That’s why he was standing in the doorway of the classroom, frozen still. He had heard about the new student that had somehow managed to worm her way into an all boys’ school. Some kind of extenuating circumstances. Maybe she was an exchange student? From like a princess school or something? Azul was talking with her, offering to tutor her (for a price) seeing as she was a new student, and the girl rebuffed him politely. She looked up at Idia. 

“Hi there!” she said brightly.

Idia stammered and shielded himself with his board game. 

“Eh? Huh?”

“Idia, this is Kissy. She is the newest member of the board game club,” said Azul. “Come have a seat.” He smiled at Idia over his glasses, knowing full well he was putting him on the spot.

Idia grumbled, and said to himself under his breath, “If there was going to be an event of this difficulty, someone should have let me know beforehand…”

“Sorry, what was that?” said Kissy.

“Never mind,” mumbled Idia, and he slowly scooted himself over to the table, seating himself as far away as possible from the new girl.

Idia peeped at her from out of the corner of his eye. She had hair the color of a raspberry gummy bear, and half of it was pulled onto the top of her head in a jaunty ponytail. Her big eyes were framed by round spectacles. She was cute.

Idia felt his face get hot. Wait, what?!? 

“Alright Idia, what game did you bring today?” said Azul. 

“T-this one,” said Idia, setting the game on the table sheepishly. Why did she have to be here? 

“It’s an expansion pack for the Supremacy, the deck-buiding game we played last week.”

“Oh, I think I’ve played a game a lot like that one back home,” said Kissy, “You have to build your deck to accumulate money and win points, right?”

“You know this one?” said Idia in disbelief.

“Well, I’ve played one that looks really similar. Deal me in, please!” said Kissy. 

Idia dealt the starter cards to each person at the table and began laying out the cards they would use for the round, thoughtfully selected by him to interact with one another.

“Oh yeah,” said Kissy, “I brought some cookies,” said Kissy. She pulled a container from her bag at her feet and popped off the lid. 

Idia’s eyes snapped up as the smell of sweets washed over him. 

“Ah, I will pass, thank you,” said Azul, frowning as his eyes wandered wistfully over the baked goods.

“I-I’ll take one, please,” said Idia, “I mean, ugh…” He had spoken without thinking. So much for going unnoticed. 

Kissy smiled brightly and handed him two cookies. “Here you go!” Oh. She was really pretty when she smiled like that. The table of students stared at Idia, waiting for him to take them and for the game to begin. 

“Idia, please, take them and let’s begin,” said Azul, sounding pained. Kissy’s hand had stopped in front of Azul’s face as she reached across the table to Idia, and Azul’s face was one of agony as he resisted temptation. 

“Uh, t-thanks,” said Idia. He finished dealing out the cards and took a bite. 

!!!!!!

They were really good?!?

“Eh? Huh? No way, did you make these?!” said Idia.

“Yeah, Grim and I made them at the dorm! I used to make this recipe all the time, it’s a favorite in my family.” 

Idia devoured the next cookie in two quick bites. “So good,” he said around a mouthful of cookie, “These are like ‘HP fully restored’, whee hee.” 

Idia jumped as Kissy laughed. Oh no. He said something dumb. Ugh, what was it with this girl that was making him act like an omega nerd?

“Whatever, let’s just play.” 

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“And with this card, I get two more actions, and I can collect up to two cards from the trash,” said Kissy. She had a long line of cards in front of her, and helped herself to some castoff cards. “So that leaves me with one purchase and 8 gems, so I’ll get a Kingdom card.” 

“Whee hee hee,” giggled Idia, “You’re totally spamming that card trio.” 

“Well, that’s what you picked this combo for, right?” said Kissy, picking up the cards she had earned.

“Heh, yeah, it’s totally OP. I just didn’t expect anyone else to use it.” 

“My turn,” said Azul. Using my Dwarf, I can pick two jewels from my discard pile. I’ll take the diamond and the platinum, giving me a total of 8, which I will use to buy the last Kingdom card. And that’s game.” He smiled smugly. 

The players began counting up their winning cards. As Idia sorted his cards, he felt his eyes drawn to Kissy. She was sorting her cards into piles based on category, mumbling under her breath to add the totals. Her hands were really small, and her nails were teeny. Cute.

“Idia? What’s your total?” said Azul.

“Huh? Oh, uh-umm…” Idia quickly tallied his cards. “36.”

Azul smiled smugly and pushed his glasses further up on his nose. “You’re off your game today, Idia, quite literally. Looks like I’ve won with 40 points.” He stood up briskly. “I must be off, I have to prepare for Mostro’s Lounge’s opening tonight.”

The other board game members said their goodbyes and began leaving. 

“That was really fun!”

“Eh?!” The cards Idia was holding slid from his hands and dropped onto the table. Kissy had suddenly appeared beside him, and was picking up the remaining cards to sort them. 

“You picked a good combination of cards,” she said.

“W-well, you did pretty okay, for a normie,” said Idia. Kissy laughed. 

“I don’t know if I would call myself that,” she said, “But I mean, what is normal, really?” 

“Pfft,” Idia grinned. “Well compared to me, you totally are.” 

His hand bumped into hers as they both reached to put the cards back into their slot. He recoiled as if her hand was a hot poker. “S-sorry,” he stammered. His hands were perpetually cold, and they were probably sweaty. She was definitely gonna be grossed out. 

“You’re fine,” said Kissy, smiling at him. She continued to put away cards, as if nothing had happened, while Idia remained largely frozen. Kissy’s smile caused paralysis, and he was unable to move. 

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“Heeeee…” Idia giggled to himself as he walked down the hallway, causing the students around him to hurry away. The new expansion pack for Supremacy had just arrived that morning. This one was dark-magic themed, and introduced a night cycle and cards that could only be played at the end of the turn. Kissy had been talking about this one; Sam had it in his store but it was expensive. Idia had ordered it that same day. Apparently there really were perks to being the son of a multi-billion dollar research company. 

“Wonder what she’ll bring todaaaaaay…” Idia sang to himself. Every week, Kissy brought one of her top notch baked goods; brownies, cupcakes, cookies, toffees…

“Whatever it is, it’s gonna heal all my status effeeeeeeects…”

He threw open the door to the classroom. 

“Hey guys, I got the…” He froze.

The classroom was totally empty, except for Kissy. 

“W-w-w-where is everybody?” said Idia. 

“Um, I guess they couldn’t come,” said Kissy.

“Wh-w-w-what?! So it’s just…only…you??” Idia could feel the tips of his hair turning pink.

“Yeah,” said Kissy, “But we can still have fun. I brought baklava today; you like it, right? Ooh, is that the new expansion?” Kissy reached for the box.

Idia swung the box out of her reach. Since when did this become a boss fight?!

“I-I-I just remembered, I can’t come today either,” said Idia. “I am totally underleveled for this…” he mumbled under his breath. 

“What? You just got here!” said Kissy. 

Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Idia liked Kissy, in fact, he liked her A LOT, so much so that the thought of being alone in the same room as her made him feel like he was going to combust. 

“I need to go,” Idia squeaked, darting out of the room.

“Hey, wait!” said Kissy, following after him. 

Idia started running down the hall, but he only went a few yards before he was completely winded. 

“Totally…underleveled…” he wheezed. 

A hand on Idia’s elbow caused him to jump three feet in the air.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” said Kissy. 

Her brows were all furrowed. Her face looked cute like that. She was worried about him.

Idia stammered for several seconds, trying to eek out an excuse as he scooted away. 

Before he could say anything, Kissy said, “Oh, I get it.” 

She clasped her hands in front of her and studied the floor.

What? What did she mean?

Kissy looked up and smiled at him. “I’ve scared you off. Sorry, I must have come on too strong…” She was smiling, but Idia could see little tears at the corners of her eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, her voice breaking a little bit. “This always happens.” She chuckled humorlessly. “I’ve never been good at being friends with guys.” She turned to go. 

“W-wait,” Idia’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist, then dropped it immediately. Ugh, he had touched her with his gross cold hands. Critical fail!

“See?” said Kissy. Tears were falling down her face now. “You’re grossed out even just to touch me…” Her bottom lip began to tremble. 

“No, it’s because I LIKE YOU!!”

…

Huh? Did he just say that? Oh crap. He just picked the wrong dialogue option. This would definitely lead to the bad ending. Idia felt himself go to mush, and time seemed to slow down. So much for eating her delicious sweets, and seeing her smile, and talking about games with her. It’s funny, he had started looking forward to Board Game club more than the next chapter of his favorite manga, more than the next story event in his favorite gacha game. Because of her. He couldn’t remember a time he was this psyched about something. But now it was over, because he blew it. 

Kissy sniffed, and Idia was brought back to the present. 

“You do?”

…

“AUGH!” he squeaked. It was time for a strategic retreat. Better to go now than lose what progress he had.

He turned on his heel and walked towards the opposite end of the hall, his skinny arms and legs pumping to get him out of there as fast as possible. This would all be over soon, he would be back safe in his room, and this memory would only haunt him every night for the rest of his life as he tried to fall asleep. 

“Wait!” Kissy grabbed his wrist. Eh? Idia was immobilized; her moves inflicting status effects were way too strong!

She gave him a watery smile.

“I like you too, Idia. I like you a lot!”

Huh? HUHHHHHHH?!?!?!? 

This couldn’t be right, he was an omega nerd loser who only left his room when absolutely necessary, he had cold sweaty fish hands, there was no WAY a cute girl like her would…

Kissy laughed and wiped her eyes with her free hand. Then her hand around his wrist slid down and squeezed his hand. 

Idia could see the pink glow of his hair reflecting off of the walls of the corridor. He groaned and put his hand over his eyes. 

“Why are you so OP…” he whined. But he didn’t let go of her hand. 

[mybrainismelted]

wip wednesday!

thanks for the tag @sam-loves-seb

a small snippet of an upcoming chapter

“I’m fine, I’m fine.  Some damage to my leg, I’ll probably never be full active duty again, but it doesn’t affect me at all most of the time.”   Sam pulled back, looking him over in turn.  “You were gone when I woke up, and nobody would really tell me what had happened.  There were rumours, of course, and we all knew you had been branded… “ her fingers reached up to gently touch his neck.  “But we weren’t allowed to ask about you, or talk about you, and we couldn’t even find out where you had gone.  I’m so glad you are ok.”

The two of them laughed, and hugged again, before Ian turned to introduce her to Mickey and Iggy, as ‘old friends from his neighbourhood’.  She greeted them politely, eyes lingering on Mickey for a bit as she took in what was probably the first male Omega she had ever seen.  She leaned in and half-whispered to Ian “He’s pretty.  Is he taken?”  Ian snorted and told her that she needed to learn a bit more about this place before he would answer that question, while Mickey blushed, and Iggy kicked at him under the table, making kissy faces at his little brother.

tagging @jrooc, @juliakayyy, @dynamic-power, @crestfallercanyon, @ms-moonlight-inn, and @darlingian if any of you want to share!

[driftward]

For the Kissymeme:

🤎 kisses all over - nyx and either the candyman or omega

💕 kisses not on the mouth- karasawa and whichever city leader shes brave enough to motorboat

💘 mutual pining - zoissette and lyse

More kissy memes I sure did get a lot of these for something I didn't reblog

🤎 kisses all over - nyx and either the candyman or omega

“Miss Blackmoon!” called out a voice that Klynt did not recognize.

“Please do not be alarmed,” said Nyx.

“Sure, okay?” said Klynt, as an Elezen man rushed up to Nyx, and began peppering her with kisses, babbling between each kiss.

“My little petal!” he exclaimed. “My beautiful lovely doll,” he extolled. “My precious gem,” he gushed.

Nyx, for their part, just stood there. Klynt might have thought they looked uncomfortable, and had it been anyone else, she would have stepped in and grabbed the guy by the scruff by now to check in and perhaps say a few stern words as needed. However, that was the way Nyx always stood, with the facial expression Nyx always had, that was to say, none, and Klynt was pretty certain Nyx did not do or put up with anything Nyx did not want to.

So instead, she just stood off to one side, feeling a bit awkward.

Nyx eventually reached out and took the man by the chin, and gave him a single kiss in return. This was such a surprising thing that Klynt never could have guessed at in a thousand years that her brain stopped. Until that very moment she would not have guessed Nyx even cared. The man seemed pleased, all smiles, as he stepped back, taking both of Nyx’s hands in his own.

“Oh, I am so pleased to see you, my wonderful muse! I didn’t know you were back in the city!”

“Not for long. I am here on assignment. Speaking of. My companion, Sergeant Klynt Gohtawyn.”

Nyx stepped to one side and gestured at Klynt, and Klynt, still bewildered, gave the man a jaunty two-finger off the brow salute.

“A friend of yours?”

“Indeed. Our ends and means currently coincide.”

Klynt had also not been certain until just that moment that they were friends.

“Ah, if I may introduce myself, then,” said the man, bowing with a flourish and taking Klynt’s hand.

Klynt’s brain still had not began forward or any motion just yet, so she just stood their, dumbfounded and found dumb as he shook her hand. “Good woman Klynt Gohtawyn, I am Candeaux Vidalle, Eorzea’s finest connoisseur of confections, chocolates, candies, and other culinary curios of the sweet persuasion! My sister is a famously fast courier for the Immortal Flames who helps deliver a dramatically dynamic deluge of delicious desirable delights from around the realm to your dining domicile! It is a pleasure to meet you,” he said. He paused halfway through a handshake pump to trace the fingers of his off hand along the tendons of her wrist. “Oooh, such tendons! Strong. And with that slate coloration, and the scent of salt so strong - from Limsa, are you? Maelstrom, then? My, the things you must have seen on the sea!”

“He is the one that provides me with those dried and salted plums you are fond of,” supplied Nyx.

Well. They were friends, weren’t they, and somehow Klynt hadn’t fully allowed herself to notice. Klynt's brain shuddered back into motion. "Pleased to meet you... Candy Vidal?" she attempted. Elezen names and speech still eluded her. "Candeaux," the man corrected, but he winked at her. "Ah, but the utter delight in that all of Eorzea mispronounces it the same way! I could not have picked a finer name, wouldn't you agree? Well well, the pleasure is mine! Any friend of my elegant little lady is a friend of mine! May I show her the art we make sometime, my sweet?” he said the last to Nyx. “If you wish,” said Nyx.

“Oh, very good, very good! Well, I do not wish to keep either of you - I know the look of people about their business. Feel free to stop by my store any time, my salty seaworthy friend! I think we have a matter or two we might discuss. And will you be dropping by later, Miss Blackmoon?”

“Not soon. We are on mission. It is a very high priority.” “I understand, I understand. Well, take care of yourself! Ta ta!” the man said, before giving Nyx another half dozen hurried kisses and waving as he walked away.

Klynt just looked down at Nyx, bewildered, but Nyx was already walking off, and Klynt hurried to keep up. Fortunately, they were explaining as they went.

“We met in his candy store. He introduced me to a number of things when I indicated I was exploring as much flavor as possible. I believe he became enamored with me at that time. Now he gives me candy and dresses me up and makes paintings. He appreciates my ability to hold a pose.”

“…okay,” said Klynt, still feeling off balance and out of sorts by the entire exchange.

It always promised to be a strange sort of day with Nyx around, it seemed.

💕 kisses not on the mouth- karasawa and whichever city leader shes brave enough to motorboat

Karasawa Atraxae was the up and coming woman of the hour, the adventurer whose name was on everyone’s lips, possibly a sign of the rebirth of the heroes who had gone before and the maybe even the symbol of a brighter future for all. She was also, right this moment, interminably bored.

Another state dinner in Ul’dah, another evening spent with various merchants and up-and-comers attempting to get in her good graces, all of them jockeying to see how they could use this adventurer to their advantage.

It was all a bit of a farce, and she had little patience for being pawn or queen. But, she did want to make things easier for her friend. And so she accepted invites to these things from Lady Lilira, and tried to smile at the right times and not look like a glutton at the food trays and not just walk out to a balcony and take a dive for a breath of fresh pavement.

Fortunately, this night, Raubahn was here as well, dressed in his finest Immortal Flames uniform, bare chest flanked by metals and accolades and the fancy ropes and other decorations that declared him to be general, and worthy of that station. Many of the upper class of Ul’dah gave him a wide berth, which was perfect.

Atraxae sidled up to him. “General.” “Karasawa.”

She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall next to him. “Hate this,” she said, quietly enough that only he could hear.

He just snorted before taking another sip of his drink.

“Does nobody around here just say out and out what they want or need, or is it always just weird vague gestures at words I’m supposed to root for meaning out of like a pig in a sty?”

That was a figure of speech she’d picked up during a visit to the Silver Bazaar. It suited her. She liked the shape of it.

Raubahn gave a short laugh. “Aye, lass, that’s the way of things with these men and women. I don’t hardly trust any of them at their word because few of them are willing to give it in any straightforward manner. No, it’s the language of power. Vagaries you can always deny later, and few promises any of them are willing to commit to keeping.”

The two stood there for a bit, each watching the dignitaries walk back and forth, as merchants were making conversation half as much as they were making deals.

The part of her that tried to do right by Karasawa decided to bow out for the evening.

“Ya wanna scandalize every single last one of ‘em and get outta here?” she offered. And maybe also make sure she never got invited to one of these for at least a sennight.

“Don’t tempt me,” muttered Raubahn into his drink.

“No, seriously, this’ll be hilarious. You can pretend to yell at me about it after and ‘escort’ me outta here and we can both be gone just like that.”

He glanced sideways at her, clearly intrigued. “Dare I ask what you have in mind?” “Let me motorboat them tiddies.”

Raubahn blinked at her, lost. “I don’t know half those words, lass.” “Here, just… just lean over a bit, and do that flex thing you do sometimes to make your pecs look all big, I’ll handle the rest.”

Raubahn looked at her with a frown, but then sighed and shrugged, and set his drink down. He rolled his shoulders a bit, then clasped his hands in front of him, and flexed in a popular gladiatorial pose, showing off his impressive chest.

Atraxae winked at him, wrapping a hand around one of his arms. “Don’ forget to yell and be mad at me,” she said.

She then buried her face in the cleavage of his chest, and made the loudest most obnoxious wet noise while rubbing her face vigorusly back and forth, luxuriating in the feel of his muscles.

She felt Raubahn go stiff and his posture go tight, and his chest fair rumbled as he struggled to maintain his composure.

The room was silent, except for Atraxae making a terrible spectacle of herself.

Raubahn finally managed to half yell, half squeak - an impressive feat for a man whose voice was deep enough to drill for bedrock - at her.

“Alright that’s fair enough of that!” he said, before stopping, standing up straight, and then breathing in deep to manage a proper bellow while Atraxae looked up at him with the fakest saddest expression she could manage.

“Out with you!” he roared, and he grabbed her by the arm, and the room exploded into hushed whispered and scandalized gasps as he marched her out. Atraxae made eye contact with a few choice dignitaries on her way out, winking and blowing kisses, managing to save the last one for Lady Lilira herself, who looked halfway between shock and utter joy.

Raubahn continued to drag her, out past the doors, shutting them firmly behind them both and fake dragged her down the hallway and around two corners before he finally let go and turned to see if anyone had followed. Atraxae looked around as well, sweeping her gaze back and forth, and straining her hearing.

They were alone. The two looked at each other.

And then they both exploded into laughter. Boisterous, loud, joyful laughter that echoed off the stones and brought a little life back into her existence.

“By the gods, lass, you don’t do anything by half!” roared Raubahn. “Thal’s -balls- I’m not going to be able to show my face for a moon!”

“That’s the idea!” she said cheerfully, putting her hands on her hips and grinning over at him.

He jabbed a finger at her. “Alright, that one’s my fault, I should’ve known better, but never do that again.”

“You sure? I had fun, anyroad.” Raubahn spluttered, and Atraxae erupted into laughter again.

💘 mutual pining - zoissette and lyse

Their relationship was complicated, Zoissette and Lyse. Yda had been Zoissette’s first true friend amongst the Scions, in many ways. And with Papalymo as her mentor and as Yda’s ever present partner in arms, they had been close.

Papalymo’s death had sent them both spinning, and perhaps defined their relationship for the hard moons to come. Yda onto her new course, as Lyse, and Zoissette, as a woman who felt the world was falling apart faster than she could fight to keep it in one piece, but who had to keep going, keep it all from falling apart.

As Yda, she had always seemed so young to Zoissette. As Lyse, she blossomed into a woman, finally exceeding the limits she had placed on herself for so long, finally growing into the person that she was certain Papalymo had known she could always be all along. Heart and light, even in the dark. Especially in the dark.

And from Lyse's perspective, well. Zoissette was always so neat and organized with such a sharp mind and able to sound smart without also sounding like she was somehow better than you. Zoissette was somehow grounded in a way the other Scions frequently weren’t, and even though she obviously smarted in the wake of the revelation of the deception of identity, she managed to stay close, close enough to confide in. Doubts and fears, Zoissette was always willing to listen to her.

They fought side by side. They spent moons together. Zoissette had fought for her home not so long ago, and now here she was, no less willing to fight for Lyse’s. How could Lyse not admire that? How could Lyse not wish she could hold that feeling in a bottle, in her hand, and keep it with her forever? And how could Zoissette not feel something in return? Maybe it was the various wounds wishing to be filled by care, maybe it was the desire to talk with someone who might understand what it was to stand against and yet also for their home, maybe it was just hurt seeking comfort. It could not be, and so it never was. For both of them, just pain seeking solace.

[honeyblockm]

Livestream of my head is like mwah mwah mwah csapnap kissies oh man I want to put my mouth on Kenny omega's biceps blood blood blood blood what if there was a creature or perhaps a shark. Eepy time. Wake up thinking about cquackity. Oh man I want to kiss cquackity on the mouth covered in blood. I miss splorts. I want to fuck a robot so bad. Trying to explode common app with my mind catkiss catkissies ckarl cwilbur cfundy mwah mwah mwah mwah. I would let AM from I have no mouth but I must scream do unspeakable atrocities to me and his pussy is infinitely fascinating. I should take another nap

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★"You were the first to treat me like a person. I don't care about the rest of the world. To be honest, I don't even understand what "crime" I must answer for. I just want to fight for your sake, Maka."

[namujoon9401]

This is a sequel to Into the Den of the Wolf! Please read that first!

They r on a date

Kenji was running late.

it was his first official date with Rina and he was running late.

The bus had been delayed in getting home from his afternoon class, and now he was scrambling to get dressed and out the door.

Of course he hadn't picked out an outfit the night before. Of course there was a power surge while he was gone, causing the digital clock above the stove to show the wrong time. Of course he had to feed his cat, Ami, before leaving.

All this is to say that Kenji was running late to his first official date with his new girlfriend (alpha?) and he feels bad about it.

He had texted to let her know, and she had responded with a don't worry about it baby with a kissy emoji.

Which of course just made him worry about it even more.

By the time he gets to the restaurant, he's sweaty and out of breath from running. He probably stinks, too.

Kenji takes a moment to catch his breath and compose himself before he walks in. He runs a hand through his hair, now slightly damp with sweat.

He spots her from the window, sitting by herself.

The alpha looks extra pretty today, wearing all black with a long black trench coat, slacks, and a turtleneck, dyed silver hair styled off her forehead. Silver jewelry shines in her ears and at her neck.

She spots him looking at her through the window. She smiles, waves him over.

Kenji quickly makes his way inside and sits across from her.

"Sorry I'm late." he says, sheepish, sighing at the welcoming curl of her bergamot sea salt scent.

She waves him off.

"I'm just glad you're here." she says with a soft smile.

A waiter comes around to take their drink orders.

When he leaves, the silence stretches between them.

He fidgets in his seat.

Rina's piercing gaze is boring holes through him, her green eyes laser focused.

She's leaning back in her seat, posture relaxed, arms crossed. She regards him with a slow smile.

"What?"

"You look cute, babe. You got all dressed up for me?"

Kenji promptly flushes red.

He's wearing a soft blue sweater and brown corduroy pants with a green cardigan. His hair is styled (or, was, at least , before he had to run here.) So he wanted to look cute for his first date with Rina. So sue him.

"I-I." He squeaks, fidgeting even more. He's not sure how to respond. "I guess." he says, not meeting her eyes.

She barks out a short laugh.

"You look nice too." he blurts, because.

Because he's nervous and he doesn't know what to say because this is a date, a real one, and this is ridiculous because they've been best friends for years so why is this so difficult.

“Thank you.” Her smile is genuine.

There’s a pause.

She snorts. “Why are we so awkward? This is stupid.”

“God, I’m sorry.” He groans, scrubbing at his face. “I’m just nervous because I wanted to make a good impression. You know. As your…boyfriend.”

He whispers the word boyfriend as if it’s some kind of curse.

She chuckles, eyes bright.

“Kenji, come on. I’ve seen you sob over cheesy romance movies. And I still like you. Okay? So there’s no need to worry about that.”

He grins, pretending to roll his eyes. “Okay.”

They talk for a while, the awkwardness having been broken. The restaurant is nice, a quaint little Italian spot that's not too fancy (they are still broke college students, after all) and the food is really good.

At some point after their main course but before dessert she laughs at something, laying a hand on his.

He stares, flushing. Any words coming out of Rina's mouth right now are no longer being processed by his brain, focused entirely on that hand.

She's stroking his hand softly with her thumb, the veins in her (larger than his) hands prominent. The omega can't help but stare, blushing.

She notices him staring.

Seeing him flush, her smile turns to a smirk.

She says nothing, but her eyes tell a different story.

Slowly, she strokes a long finger along his hand, tracing along knuckles and veins.

Then, while maintaining eye contact, Rina laces their fingers together.

He’s not sure why this simple act makes him so hot under the collar. He’s sure his scent is surging.

Why is this so hot?

His breath is coming shorter, for Christ’s sake.

Okay, Kenji. Cool it. She’s just touching your hand. Get a fucking grip.

“God, you’re adorable. Smelling so pretty for me.”

Then, as if she can sense it, she leans in to whisper, lips grazing the shell of his ear.

“Wanna see you drenched in my scent.”

Holy shit.

He stands, immediately, chair scraping against the floor loudly.

“What about dessert-” she starts, clearly amused.

“Fuck the dessert.”

🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

They burst through the threshold of Rina’s apartment.

Rina kisses him immediately, softly at first, hands grazing at his waist, gripping his hips, skimming at the soft warm skin under his sweater.

“Can’t believe I'm allowed to touch you like this.” The alpha murmurs,

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me-”

Rina laughs softly as she complies.

The kiss is wet, dirty, neither of them holding back now.

Kenji’s mind goes pleasantly blank, filled with nothing but the alpha’s rich scent and his overwhelming need.

She quickly takes control, walking him up against the side of the couch.

They kiss again and again, licking into each other’s mouth, panting, lips cherry red and slick with spit.

They kiss for what feels like hours. Kenji’s need only grows. Rina becomes more and more dominant, with soft growls and nips to his lips, his neck, his shoulder.

Their lips part with a wet noise, sounding much more obscene than intended.

The alpha pivots to his shoulder, kissing lightly at the scent gland nestled at the base of his neck.

He gasps, eyes wide as a jolt of pleasure shocks through his system.

“Again, again-” he whines.

She laps at it, tongue laving over the reddened patch of skin.

It’s a moan that she pulls from his lips this time, a soft little ah sound that makes her eyes darken and scent surge.

“Last time-” she starts. She doesn’t need to clarify.

He nods, shaky.

“Seeing you under me, I could hardly believe it. I’d wanted you for so long. But it was over so quick…”

She leans in closer, voice dropping to a low murmur, eyes lidded.

“Wanna take my time with you, pretty thing.”

God.

He kisses her. Hard.

And then they have sex gn.

[sailorkamino]

Heat of the Moment

relationship: alpha!stucky x omega!reader

word count: 3.4k

summary: You've haven't been with Bucky and Steve for very long but you already know that you want to be bonded to them. The opportunity comes sooner than later when Bucky suddenly goes into rut for the first time since the 40's.

warnings: body insecurities(bucky doesn't like his prosthetic/scars), threesome/poly relationship, p in v sex, knotting/abo dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, possessive stucky, breeding kink, handjobs, fingering, some cum play, oral fixation/finger sucking, brief vagina spanking, breast play, unprotected sex, biting, mentioned oral sex, metal arm kink, praise kink, pet names(doll, puppy, angel, peach, pretty girl, sweets)

a/n: the much requested part 2 of happy ending! this is also my 1st full length smut. i've been hesistant to write smut bc i worry about the pacing, i would love some feedback!

smut! minors dni

Bucky is a little, well, clingy today. More than usual.

When you giggle at your phone he’s suddenly poking your sides with his socked feet. “What’s so funny?” He asks with a pout. “Just a meme of Stevie,” you hum, typing a response. Meanwhile the blonde focuses on his crossword (he’s long since given up understanding internet humor). Bucky frowns as he sits up, feeling left out. “What’s a me-me?”

You grin as you boop his nose, “you’re so cute. It’s called a meme and a funny picture or video from the internet.” You show him the blurry image of your boyfriend with a glass in his hand. He appears to be in the middle of talking, with his mouth curled up in a goofy smirk while winking dramatically.

Under it was a bubble of text from you that read: “omg is that when Thor brought Asgardian mead?” That’s when he sees the contact at the top of the screen: a picture of Natasha with the name ‘Red Scare’ below it. And a kissy face. Suddenly the me-me doesn’t seem as funny anymore.

He’s quiet for a moment before suddenly wrapping you in his thick arms, pulling you against his chest and laying down. You squeal in surprise but giggle as he places loud kisses against your face, his stubble tickling your skin. He smirks in satisfaction when he notices your phone dropped on the floor. Steve watches curiously. He's known Bucky long enough to spot the thinly veiled jealousy but says nothing, simply enjoying your shrieks of laughter and the other alpha’s satisfied scent.

Later that day when the blonde announces he is going on a run (because even on a lazy day he has to exercise) Bucky is not happy. “Do you remember this morning when you asked me to stay in bed? And I told you if I stay in bed now I’m gonna have to run later?” Steve asks as if he’s talking to a child. Bucky grumbles, curling into your side like a large cat.

You kiss his head while scratching his back. Your attempts to sooth him seem to work as he winds his mismatched arms around your waist. Your other boyfriend smiles at the sight and is just stepping out the door when Bucky speaks up.

“Will Sam be there?”

The deep growl in his voice has you (embarrassingly enough) clenching your thighs in an attempt to hide your sudden arousal. You hope they won’t notice but of course they do. You feel their burning gaze fix on you for a moment before they try to mask their reactions. You had yet to do anything beyond heavy petting together, Bucky is very bodyshy thanks to Hydra and you and Steve don’t want to pressure him.

You watch the blonde clench his jaw before managing an answer, his voice sounding strained. “No, he’s busy with Tony. Something about upgrading Redwing.”

Bucky responds with a simple “good” before leaning in to nibble on your earlobe. You shiver as Steve blushes, obviously affected by the possessiveness in your partner’s tone, before hurriedly exiting the apartment. You suppress a smirk at the thought of Captain America himself trying to hide an erection in those grey sweatpants he insists on wearing.

After about an hour of restlessness Bucky manhandles you into his lap, making you gasp in surprise. A teasing smirk plays on his lips, “why don’t we give Stevie a little show when he gets home?”

You nod embarrassingly fast as his lips descend upon yours, a little rougher than usual but you love it. Eventually his mouth pulls away from yours, making you whine in protest but it turns into a moan as he trails kisses across your jaw and neck. Suddenly the omega part of your brain starts nagging you: nest. Nest. Nest.

You try to focus on Bucky but being the annoyingly perfect alpha he is, he quickly notices your conflict. “Hey, what’s wrong, baby doll?���

You pout, not feeling like talking and really just wanting to kiss him again, but he holds you in place by grabbing the back of your neck. You can’t help but whine at his grip. You feel his cock harden under you but he remains stern. “What’s. Wrong.”

That time it doesn’t sound like a question. You start playing with his hair, not knowing how to explain yourself. “I don’t know. Can we… go to bed? It’s comfier.

Bucky wants to hit himself. Of course! Omegas like soft things! He glares at the couch under you, planning to buy a new one as soon as possible. It’s not good enough for you. Without a word he stands with you in his arms, making you cling to him with a suprised squeak. He looks at your favorite blanket for a moment before grabbing it as well, carrying you both to your bedroom.

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When Steve opens your suite he’s almost knocked down by the scent. It’s you and Bucky but stronger. And sweeter. He can hear you two talking now in hushed voices. “Alpha’s home,” Bucky giggles, followed by kissing noises. Despite the need rushing through his body Steve grins. His mates are adorable.

He stalks to your bedroom, swinging the door open a little too roughly. You jump at the loud sound. Steve wants to apologize but he’s too distracted by the gorgeous sight in front of him. You and Bucky are tangled up amongst the softest pillows and blankets you own. You’re still in Bucky’s pajama shirt you were wearing when he left but you’ve lost your sweatpants, leaving you in lacy blue panties.

“Why didn’t you call me?” He asks, a protective growl in his voice. You pause, a confused pout on your lips. “I’m sorry, I thought it was ok for us to do stuff alone” you mumble, scent becoming distressed. Alpha’s upset with you. Normally you would have no problem sassing Steve but you’re feeling especially sensitive today and don’t like his gruff tone.

Bucky pulls you closer, wrapping you in a blanket and sending a disgruntled look to Steve for upsetting you. The blonde shakes his head, trying to clear his mind. “What? No ─ that’s not what I meant. I love seeing you and Buck together, you never need my permission for that. Or anything.”

You peer at him from your spot tucked against Bucky. “Oh… then why did you sound all growly?”

Steve runs a hand through his short hair in exasperation. “Do you not realize what’s going on?”

You crane your head to look up at Bucky, who seems equally puzzled. “We were kissing…” he trails off innocently. “I think you two are scent blind,” the blonde grumbles, finally approaching the bed. “You’re in rut,” he states, pointing at Bucky. “And it’s sending you into heat,” he points at you.

You furrow your brow. “But it’s not my team for my heat yet.” You look at the brunet quizzically. “When’s the last rut you had?”

“I don’t know, before the war I guess?”

You let out a sad whine as you nuzzle into his neck. Steve takes his boyfriend’s hands with a pained look on his face, “oh, Buck.” Suddenly, insecurity creeps into your mind. You pull away from Bucky’s hold to meet his eyes. “Wait, is that the only reason you want this? Because of your rut?”

“Of course not, angel. I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you.”

“What took you so long!?” You whine, offended at the thought of being deprived of Bucky dick for so long. He lets out a sad sigh, avoiding eye contact. “I was afraid of losing control and hurting one of you. Plus my arm… it ain’t pretty.”

You feel your heartbreak at the confession. Steve’s face turns deadly serious as he cups his boyfriend’s face. “Buck, look at me. You’re beautiful. I’m just as attracted to you as I was back then and I always will be. Nothing will ever change how I feel about you, alpha.”

“Exactly. I actually find it kind of sexy,” you purr, stroking Bucky’s jaw line. You watch with satisfaction as it clenches under your feathery touch.

“Doll…” He trails off, obviously not convinced.

“I’m serious. A super strong arm that never gets tired? That’s straight out of a wet dream.” His gaze grows darker, making you shiver. “Really?” He asks lowly. You crawl into his lap with an affirmative hum. “I’ve thought about how good your arm would feel when I’m in heat. How nice and cool it would be against my body.”

Steve watches the two of you closely, overcome with affection and lust. Watching you comfort Bucky reassures what he already knew ─ you’re perfect for them. “Yeah?” Bucky whispers. “Yeah,” you purr, lips brushing his. “Knot me, alpha. Please.” Steve licks his lips, voice rough when he speaks. “Don’t make our girl wait, Buck.”

Something in Bucky seems to snap as he rolls you over, pinning you under his body. “Tell me what you need, pup.”

“Wanna feel you,” You whimper, tugging at his clothes desperately. He rumbles a “good girl” in approval then sits up so he’s straddling you, pulling his shirt off over his head. You try not to drool as your hands wander his sculpted body, fingers running over the thin trail of hair that leads to his bulge.

Steve grabs him by the back of his head, smashing their lips together. You feel your panties dampen at the sight. You reach out to the blonde’s shirt (that’s still on for some reason) and pull gently, hoping that will send your message. He pulls away from Bucky, looking down at you with a smirk. “Need something, peach?”

His dominant tone has you squirming but Bucky’s strong thighs hold you in place. “Off,” you simply demand, looking up at him through your lashes. He grins, discarding both his shirt and his pants. You hold back a whine at the sight of his perfect body, tugging him in bed so you can kiss him too.

“I think you’re a little overdressed,” Bucky teases gruffly as you and the blonde pull apart. You’re about to sit up to help him take off your top but a loud rip makes you freeze. “Sorry doll,” he grunts, not sounding very sorry as he discards the torn fabric, hands going straight for your breasts. “God, these tits.”

Steve nips your jaw. “Don’t apologize. She liked it.” He grabs your cheeks in one large hand, making you look at him. “You love how strong our alpha is, don’t you, peach?”

“Yes, yes, I love it,” you babble, gasping again when Bucky does the same thing to your panties. “Oh baby doll, you’re so beautiful. Look at how wet you are,” he muses, kneeling between your thighs so he can slowly rub your clit. He uses his metal hand to hold down your hips as begans to finger you. “Need you, alphas,” you whimper, a new wave of heat crashing through you as Steve plays with your swollen nipples.

“I know, I know, pretty girl, but I gotta stretch you out first. You’re so fucking tight,” Bucky groans. He scissors his fingers inside of you until you're arching off the bed, shoving more of your breasts in Steve’s face. “I’m ready, I’m ready, please,” you beg.

Bucky growls, taking off his underwear in one swift motion then goes back to kneeling between your thighs. He pushes your legs into the air so he can rub his cock against your hole. You gasp at the size. “Tell me if I hurt you doll.”

You nod desperately. “I will, Buck. Promise.”

He smirks at your neediness, finally pushing in with a deep groan. You whimper at the fullness when he bottoms out, heavy balls resting against your ass. He studies your face, making sure you aren’t in pain. Normally you would coo at his sweetness but all you can manage is a whimper of, “please alpha.”

Bucky growls, thrusting into you so hard the bed shakes. He’s borderline feral from going so long without a rut as his hips snap against yours. “Good girl. Just lay there and take it” he growls roughly. Both you and Steve moan at his words.

You notice the blonde jacking himself off beside you and clumsily put your hand over his. “Aw, you wanna make me cum, sweets?” He pants. You nod desperately as Bucky grunts above you. “Cum on her tits.”

Steve obeys, moving so he’s kneeling beside you with his large dick pointed at your chest. You continue to twist your hand around him, sighing lovingly. “I really love your cocks.” Both men chuckle breathlessly at your words. “So good for us. Isn’t she, Buck?” Steve coos, looking at your other partner.

“The best. Our perfect mate,” Bucky praises gruffly. You preen at his words. Suddenly you twist off the bed with a loud moan as he hits your G spot. “There, there! Don’t stop!”

“I don’t plan to,” Bucky pants, lifting your hips so he can angle himself even deeper inside of you. “That’s right, pup. Fucking scream for me.”

“I’m gonna cum,” Steve groans, twitching in your grasp. “Make a mess on me,” you whimper through labored breaths, peering up at him. With a growl he releases on your chest and face. You use your tongue to lick away some of his cum as Bucky grunts above you. “You want my knot, pup?”

“Please, I want it so bad,” you whimper. The sight of you pleading, covered in your other partner’s seed, is enough to push him over the edge. “Cum for me,” he commands gruffly. Your orgasm hits you hard, making you cry out in pleasure as Bucky fills you up. You whimper as the brunet leans over you but it turns into a gasp when he sinks his teeth into your neck. The sharp sting quickly fades to ecstasy.

You're overwhelmed as you feel the bond form between you, simply whining into warm skin. He gently kisses the small wound, nuzzling into you. Steve watches with soft eyes. “Come on, sweetheart. Why don’t you be a good girl and bite him back?”

You’re filled with a new rush of energy as you angle his head to the side, placing your own mark on him. He moans in your ear, “oh doll, I can feel ya.” You sigh happily, pecking his shoulder. “I feel you too, Buck.”

He rumbles happily before rolling the two of you over so you’re spooning. You whimper as his knot is jostled inside of you but it turns into a content sigh when he throws his metal arm across your sweaty body. Steve moves to get up, making you whine in panic. He coos soothingly, “aw, it’s alright peach. I’m just getting a rag to clean you up.”

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You start to get restless as Bucky’s knot goes down inside of you, squirming as the familiar need washes over you. “You need to be fucked again, sweetheart?” Steve asks, trailing a large hand to your sex. He groans at the sight, “oh alpha, her hole is just leaking.”

Bucky growls possessively, rutting into you unexpectedly. “Don’t want my cum dripping out of you, puppy,” he grits out against the shell of your ear. You whimper helplessly in his strong hold. “Don’t worry Buck, we’ll keep her full,” Steve soothes, cupping your pussy. “Then when she needs a rest we’ll fuck each other.”

You whimper at his filthy words as Bucky growls behind you. “I get to fuck you first. I missed that tight ass.” He kisses behind your ear, “you wanna watch me bend Stevie over? Make him cum untouched?” You clench around him at the mental image. “Yes, please.”

Bucky hums against your skin. “But first, Steve needs to bond you, doesn’t he? I think you’re ready for another knot.” As always, he’s right. Your tummy starts fluttering in anticipation. “I’m gonna pull out,” the brunet announces, squeezing your hip.

Before you can protest you’re suddenly empty. You can only whine for a moment as Steve rolls you over on your back. Once he gets you into position he wastes no time thrusting his cock inside of you. You squeak in surprise as his thrusts rock your body, making Bucky coo. “Fuck, you’re big,” you whine. Steve smirks proudly, “you can take it, sweets. You were made for us.”

You whine at his words as Bucky descends onto your breasts, still sensitive from Steve’s earlier activities.

“Am I hitting your sweet spot, pretty girl?” The blonde grunts above you. You can tell by his smug tone he already knows the answer. “Yes, so good,” you mewl as you fist one hand in Bucky’s locks. His beard scratches your sensitive skin, quickly soothed by his warmed mouth.

“Fuck, I love these tits. Imagine ‘em when she’s pregnant,” Bucky growls against your heated skin. He’s too far gone to have a filter at this point but you love it, a high pitched moan leaving your lips. “You like that peach? Wanna be knocked up by your alphas?” Steve pants.

Your head is too fuzzy to respond, overwhelmed in the best way. Bucky gently slaps your clit at your lack of response, shocking both you and Steve. You clench around his cock at the light sting. “Answer your alpha, doll,” Bucky demands. You whimper. “Yes Stevie, I want you to knock me up,” you manage, looking to the brunet for approval.

He rumbles happily as the man above you slams into you even harder. Bucky runs a thumb over your swollen lip. You instantly kiss the digit. He smirks as he gets an idea, shoving two fingers in your mouth. You began to suck on them with a content look on your face.

“You just needed something in your mouth, didn’t ya, baby doll? I would let you suck my dick but I don’t wanna be in Stevie’s way when he bite’s ya.”

“After,” you manage to respond around his thick fingers. He smirks, the scent of pleased alpha making your head spin. “Ya hear that Stevie? Our pretty ‘mega wants to suck us off.”

“You’re gonna look so good on your knees, peach,” Steve growls above you. You can only whimper at the filthy promise as a familiar pressure begans to build in your stomach. “Gonna cum,” you mewl around Bucky’s fingers, spit running down your chin. “Me too, sweets. You gonna milk my knot?” The blonde growls, hips snapping against you.

Bucky pulls his wet digits from your mouth and uses them to rub your sensitive clit. “Go on doll, make a mess,” he urgers. The stimulation is all you need to push you over. Your arch of the bed with a gasp. The blonde continues to hit your g spot as your legs tremble, before he cums inside you with a growl. He bends over to bite you under Bucky’s mark as his seed drips down your thighs.

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You lay on the bed, feeling physically and emotionally exhausted from bonding with two super soldiers. Your mates move around you to clean you up and tuck you in. They grab any pillows or stuffed animals that fell from your nest and place them around you.

Steve fetches you some gatorade as Bucky curls up behind you. When the blonde returns he makes you sit up, despite your multiple protests, to sip on the healthy drink. “Good girl,” he praises, petting your head. You grin at his words as you sink back into your pillows. “Rest now, princess. When you wake up it’ll be time to eat,” Bucky croons sweetly in your ear. “Then I can eat you.”

You whimper as Steve joins you in bed. “Don’t get her excited, she needs rest,” he lightly scolds, wrapping around you protectively. Bucky looks at his boyfriend teasingly. "I know, that’s why I’m gonna fuck you while she rests.” You pout. "Wanna watch,” you protest drowsily with a yawn. Steve pets your hair soothingly. “Of course, sweet girl. We’ll wait for you ─ won’t we, Bucky?”

Bucky peers at him through dark lashes. “Yes, alpha. I’ll be good,” he coos, only half jokingly. Steve’s cock twitches against your soft thigh. “Tease,” he growls. He only smirks in response. Enclosed in their strong arms and comforting scents you let yourself drift to sleep.

[laughontour]

jawllines writings

my personal masterlist

*i initially made this for myself to remember liv's fics because my memory is terrible! with that being said, there may be some spoilers here & there on this post! you've been warned*

(last updated 12/20/24)

☆ = fave

red = to read!

orange = read recently (within past month or so)

blue = unfinished by author

* purple asterik = also on patreon or has additional patreon checkins

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TUMBLR:

(all hyper-linked YAY! *not working as of october 2024 but i’ll fix once i can*)

vamp yn - & touch starved harry, cliffhanger ending.. cool concept but unfinished for some reason *also on*

private investigator harry - he falls in love with the person he’s stalking, smut at end

art grad school rivalrry - a/b/o, alpha harry x omega yn, enemies -> lovers kinda, forced proximity, the smut is filthyyyyyyyy

(new) soulmates au - cupid yn, fake dating, coworkers -> kissy friends -> lovers, angst & smut in last part *checkins*

vamprry - harry is newbie vamp yn’s mentor, puppy pet name, he’s a sweet meanie, great storybuilding, smut in pts 2/3/4, blood play obvi *checkin*

ballerinarry - enemies -> lovers, virgin yn, mean harry, theyre paired together for a duet, smut in all parts *checkins*

bodyguardrry - childhood friends -> lovers, slow burn, great storybuilding, part 4 is just spectacular

mermaidrry - left off after rollerskating in pt 2.

☆ firemanrry - himbo harry!!! grumpy yn, kinda subrry, virginrry (until pt 4), roommates, 2018liveontour-era hair *checkins* ☆

☆ mechanicrry - smutty, collar, puppy pet name, mean grumpy harry, lhh *checkins* ☆

☆ harry does what on fridays? (boxerrry) - coworkers to friends to lovers, yn is oblivious and cutesy, harry is jealous and cutesy, no smut until pt 4 *checkins* ☆

tattoo artist harry/bookstore yn - cutesy, pure fluff, harry is really sweet, great storybuilding *checkins*

single dadrry/babysitter yn - dilfrry, son named teddy, domestic and cute, idk where i left off

sweets yn/mountain harry (aka chickenrry) - harry’s a rich hermit in a town that hates him for no reason, short & sweet, fluffy *checkins*

criminology prof harry - daddy kink, not weird or manipulative, harry loves giving hehe, office sex, dom/sub undertones in pt 2 *checkins*

roller rink harry - strangers -> bffs -> lovers, harry writes erotica and yn helps him with writer’s block, how kind! *checkins*

yn isnt harrys type - best friends -> lovers, not au, harry is kind of annoying in this sry

harry is yns dominant - smutty, college student yn, niall was her dom before, niall watches the 1st time, harry is sweet and cares a lot about yn & that makes her feel insecure

harrys a pornstar & yns new - cute sometimes oblivious yn, ends very domestic, end up doing porn only with each other *checkins*

harry thinks he loathes yn -

☆ (old) soulmates au - I LOVE THEM!!! harry is insecure and cynical at first but they love each other so much. part 2 is just utter perfection. ☆

berry picker harry + yn doesnt talk

smoothie worker yn/harrys crushing - cutesy, no smut, harry is shy and quiet

harrys crushing & wants to kiss yn - 1d era harry, yn is nialls bff who stays w/ them on tour, short & fluffy besides a brief blowjob

harry & yn just love each other a lot - established relationship, harrys a horn dog, short

harry wakes up hard and it won't go down - self explanatory, kind of concerning he had to go like 4 rounds until he softened, hope he's okay

harry just thinks yn is adorable - barista & virgin yn, college harry

harry loves kissing and eating yn out - self explanatory, detailed & lovely

handjob on a fun fair ride

harry loves leaving hickeys & yn wants to watch a movie

yn is feeling off & blowing harry makes her feel better - exactly what the title says, yeah that's about it

harry wakes yn up in the middle of the night - just smut, f receiving, daddy mention once, dom/sub undertones

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BLURBS (not in her masterlist):

vamprry in heat - he's an insecure precious cuddly angel in the beginning, filthy vamp mouth, anal in one section

vamprry eats yn out during that time of the month - basically pure filth, vamprry is cute though! is he from an og fic? idk

vamprry cums in yn for the first time - pure filth. noticing a pattern with vamprry, he's just a filthy bloke

vamprry thinks he wants a threesome - but he doesn’t! short, sweet and fluffy

harry edging himself - he gets all whiny and vocal

gangrry has a thing for yn's panties

yn likes it rough and harry worries

harry has a kitten- fluffy fluff, harrys crushing on his vet, short & sweet, wish this was a full series bc theyre so cute *also on*

harry got his wisdom teeth taken out - super cute to imagine, sweet loopy harry

harry catches yn googling kinky stuff - short n sweet, mention of spanking *get link*

☆ harry begs to eat her out for the first time - detailed and lovely ☆

harrys drunk and wants a kiss - cuddly drunk fluff with smut mention

yn rides a very vocal harry - pure smut

harry sexting yn after a 1d concert

yn catches harry wearing her panties - short fluff & sweetness

needy harry - short, a horny harry helps yn zip her dress while shopping, implied smut

pussy worshipping - short, just harry teasing yn before going to town on her

☆ yn forgets harrys bday - but she... makes it up to him... pure smut, butt plug mention, sort of punishment in the beginning, lots of lovely H dirty talk ☆

sick werewolf harry - fluffy clingy harry

yn puts in a plug - a bunny tail plug!, anal mention, super short, ends before smut

nipple play - on harry! short

harry comes so hard he cries - he was hard all day, fucks her mouth

jealous yn and vamp(? abo?) harry fuck

princerry’s chambermaid rides his thigh

the brat blurb - bdsm moment, daddy kink, pure filth

yn takes harry balls deep for the first time - short, unlike harry’s co—

harry calls himself daddy - yn starts it as a joke and he reciprocates, no smut, just fun teasing! short

harry & yn have been on a dry spell, then they fuck

harry cums in his pants after play wrestling

harry time travels from the 80s to yns living room - super short

dirty talk and fingers in mouth foreplay for a needy yn - short

harry doesnt tell yn about his another man shoot - she’s mad, ends in smut, vers harry

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PATREON:

chickenrry - blurb) their first time together. xmas blurb) fluffy december festivities. vday checkin) cake surprise fluff. checkin) roleplaying smut

bad boy harry - half fluff, half smut, he’s full of lots of love for yn and fingers her while she has a wet dream

yn is stress studying & harry wont have it - short, fluuuuuuuffy, spanking, mention of smut

criminology prof harry checkins - blurb) smut, spanking, use of butt plug, daddy kink. alt beginning) hot jealous harry, mention of smut but not really any smut in this part, he gives her a hickey. last checkin) cute, mention of smut, last line is funny

fratboy!harry - h took yn's virginity during a one night stand but she didn't tell him until a year later when she runs into him

roller rink harry check ins - 1) harry reads his writing to her and sex ensues. 2) jealous yn 3) continuation of previous part, smut

sugardaddy

camgirl!yn - short, verrrry short, just harry getting off to a camgirl

new year - friends -> lovers, teasing, smut

camboy!harry - h is yn's tutor/ta and she accidentally runs into his cam... he finds out, smut ensues, left unfinished before sex *has been rewritten*

sugar daddyish harry - shes his assistant, h-receiving smut in 5/6, “ends” w him asking her to sit on his face

sub!harry - established relationship, harry forgets about their dinner, pegging, short and sweet

yn works at a sex shop & harrys shy - virginrry, theyre wine drunk and she watches him use the fleshlight in pt 2, *has been rewritten*

prince harry (different from tumblr series) - parts 1-3 are pure filth, harrys obsessed w his chambermaid

soft, sleepy sex - established relationship, it's exactly what the title says, short, use of Sir, mention of a plug/anal

y/n doesnt sleep ft mean daddy harry - too short, would love to see more of them, smut kind of? just spanking

best friends watching p0rn together - and yn watches harry masturbate during it

soft boyfriend!harry (both)

pegsters - yn pegs a usually dominant harry. fluffy in many bits

spanksters - same couple as pegsters, but yn is subby and in subspace this time, forgot where i left off

something’s bumping in the night - neighbors, yn’s apartment is haunted, great concept but :(

harry is feeling needy - established relationship, no smut, midnight snack moment, so cute!

when both of you have a cold - short and sweet and flufftastic, exactly what the title says

☆ fwb!harry - theyre so cute!!!, no explicit smut, part 6 is essentially a checkin (hint of dom!h) ☆

☆ valentine's day - established relationship, harry accidentally stood up yn so he... makes it up to her... 5 times, calls himself daddy, punishes himself ☆

tattoo parlor!h & book bee!yn checkins: 1) fluff, short, mention of smut @ end. 2) tiny bit of angst, very fluffy after that. 3) fluffiest fluff to ever fluff, day off morning snuggles + activities. vday) short, fluff, mention of smut, foot rubs!

jealous yn - harry is offered a threesome at a party, tells yn on the balcony, where a jealous yn then talks dirty to him

prof!harry - mostly pure filth, part 9 is fully sweetness and fluff, they never actually go into a labeled/established relationship but they sure act like it!

camping trip

yn sees a text she wasn’t supposed to - she gets mad then decides to punish him, ends before smut

post wisdom tooth extraction - harry is in love w his platonic soulmate yn, last part (over 2 years ago, sigh) ends with him thinking to confess his love

nipple piercings

coworker!harry - yn is shy and cute, car sex, harry essentially lives between her thighs, paris moment, short and sweet

harry is too good at wrapping presents - fluffy fluff, harry teaches her

pornstar yn/h checkins: both fluffy and short! 2nd one is morning after sweetness

harrys a crybaby - pegging, subrry, short!!!

boyfriend!harry

harrys into bdsm and yn finds out - rr left off on pt 7

boxerry checkins - christmas) just fluffy fluff, yn and h gifting each other thoughtful, sweet gifts. valentines) more fluffy fluff and sweet gift-giving. ☆ numbered checkins) glorious smut, exibitionism ☆ doggy style) they edge for 2 weeks & she squirts. kinktober) first time bareback, harry has a love stiffy!

☆ mean dom!harry - pure utter complete filth, short parts, good for a quick rr, quote: "Precious, jealous, masochistic little flower, you’re so easy to read", forever waiting on final part 4 ☆

yn is training for it - basically just smut, short parts, college, virgin yn, cocky but sweet harry, he's Big, use of collar/leash/toys + puppy/kitty pet names, wish there was more back story

harry/yn antics - they're cuddly friends, harry doesn't know what google is and yn loves to tease him, a/b/o mention

mechanicrry checkins - no smut, harry is a affectionate snuggle bug who loves kisses, office party, jealous yn. christmas) harry surprisingly loves xmas & yn is a grinch! 2nd most recent) yn watches harry jerk off. kinktober) harry watches yn overstimulate on a sybian. valentines) yn’s vday plans don’t go as planned, fluffy. last checkin) yn squirts

mean harry - harry is mean to yn but in reality he just really really really wants to F her. frenemies(?) -> lovers. parts 5-9 are smutty smut. theyre v cute. kinktober) breeding kink, jealous harry, pure filth, lots of dirty talk

yn & harry are stranded on a lake - cutesy, frat!harry, strangers -> besties -> lovers, smut in 6-8, harry basically worships her in pt 8

firemanrry checkins - thanksgiving) fluff, they have a snowball fight at the station. pegging) perfection but too short

escort yn - harry’s friends hook him up w an escort after he got cheated on in a long term relationship, harry falls for her, theyre tooth rotting sweet, smut in 7 & 12

trapped together on nye - frenemies to lovers, harrys a gaslighting dick for a while but hes all whipped and sweet by the end

valentine's - coworkers -> lovers, 7 dates of innocence and yn gets needy, 2nd part is smutty smut. kinktober) harry fucks yn’s face

camboy!H (rewrite) - study buddies -> lovers, she watches his streams ans he talks about her on there, smutfest in pt 9. kinktober) exhibitionism in study room, bit of humiliation

summer blurb - not au, just two friends going on an early morning lake trip, unrequited love, haven’t finished the last part

witchrry - kinktober) pegging/rimming harry, they’re kind of versatile

harry is a little odd (incubusrry) - kinktober) jealous H, some filth, but sweet cockwarming at the end

ballerinarry checkin - he says ily, very fluffy. kinktober) soft dom!H, daddy kink

harry accidentally breaks into yn’s house - and is a (clumsy) pussy-eating fiend. that’s literally it.

harry puts a butt plug in yn’s stocking - anal (obvi), pure filth

yn hates phone calls, harry loves them - established relationship. angst then fluff, pt 2 is smut

harry gets hot while sleeping - and fucks yn’s thighs

☆ tutor harry - a confident, sexy yn + a nerdy shy virgin harry. filthy smut in all parts except 4&7. im obsessed w/ their dynamic ☆

(new) soulmates checkin - sharing a big hoodie fluffness. kinktober) sleepy morning sex cos theyve been busy

harry goes on a business trip - smut, dom harry

fwb! harry ft mommy kink - exactly what it says, short & sweet, would love to see more of this

inexperienced yn - yns never had her pussy eaten so her friend harry eats her out, he’s a pussy eating fiend

inspection - sort of roleplay, yn squirts

free use harry - yn uses him whenever she wants throughout the day

free use yn - same as above but harry uses yn, somnophilia, rimming, somewhat public

exes/situationship - ex-fwbs catch up after 3 years apart, mutual yearning & tension

yn works at a sex shop & harrys shy (rewrite) - virgin harry buys something from yns shop, uh oh theyre classmates

touch starved harry - and vamp yn

kinktober creampies prompt - famous harry has a crush on techie yn, they get high & horny together

kinktober succubus yn - yn is harrys demon fuck buddy who follows him around irl often. shes very fun, vers harry

vamp yn/harry checkins - kinktober) sex tape, female pleasure only, blood play ofc

kinktober just the tip prompt - use of aphrodisiac, sub!H, pure filth

kinktober praise prompt - he’s a man of few words but praises her a lot randomly one day

kinktober hate sex prompt - at a halloween party

kinktober mutual masturbation prompt - they do it as a bet to see who’ll fold first

sleepwalker harry - roommate harry sleepwalks when he’s stressed and lonely