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trickstarbrave · 9 months ago

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hiiii we're back at it again

this isnt edited yet. so. im posting it here for now.

omegaverse au 2: electric boogaloo (this is what i named this document. im not joking). it was originally just supposed to be an excuse for nerevar and voryn to be horny and fucking while on in a cart. but then my brain got carried away with politics and then got angst involved and now we're here.

this is 1 part. i think about 1/3rd if i had to guess. thankfully this part is smutty and fun for the most part. second part will be most of the angst, third part will be the reunion

It was hot as they traveled from Balmora after selling off some items. At least selling Dwemer crafts and metal was good for profit to keep House Dagoth afloat--otherwise it would be hard to make due, even with specialty goods like carmine from those little red beetles they farmed. Nix meat and ash yams could only go so far to feed a people, after all. Even still, House Dagoth wasn’t very big due to the low resources.

Nerevar prodded the Nix-ox to keep moving after it took a drink, the beast chittering angrily at him.

“Yeah yeah,” Nerevar scoffed. “I don’t wanna walk either, big guy.” He grabbed the tunic he was wearing, wiping the sweat from his brow.

His shirt had been torn to shreds by a cliff racer, but luckily Voryn gave him one of his spare undershirts. He was prepared to go without a shirt, but Voryn reminded him of the last time he got horribly sunburnt, so he complied, glad that he had from how harshly the sun was beating down. Nerevar inhaled the soft, spicy scent from the fabric as he wiped his face, the scent of his own body mixing with it.

A lot of alphas smelled off-putting to him. Either too strong, too musky, or just plain gross for seemingly no reason. Voryn though… Nerevar had to admit he did smell pretty nice. Something comforting and nostalgic about the scent of his skin and pheromones. There was a bit of incense that clung to his skin and all of his clothes, as well as a spiced quality to his pheromones. Just the slightest hint of musk too, and not to mention it mingled well with Nerevar’s scent which was like citrus and herbs--fresh, bright, and bold.

It was nice to inhale, though he hoped it didn’t make him seem weird to admit it. He’s heard it was common for omegas to enjoy the scents of those close to them. Typically young children were scented regularly by family members, but since Nerevar’s grandparents and parents were dead and his uncle gone, Nerevar had adjusted to being without it. Only Voryn really scented him when they were kids, nuzzling against him affectionately to ensure Nerevar smelled like the rest of House Dagoth rather than an outsider.

It brought back fond memories. As much as Voryn’s scent had changed from when they were younger, there was something nostalgic about it that tickled at his chest.

“We’ll be stopping soon to make camp.” Voryn announced from the cart he was in. It was still afternoon, but it made sense. If they didn’t stop here for the day, they would have to make camp closer to the swampy, wet area of the bitter coast. And finding a decent place to camp there for a whole caravan when everyone was exhausted and annoyed was a pain in the ass.

Nerevar was thankful for it though; he was beginning to get exhausted. Normally he did better on caravan trips, able to march for hours at a time due to his high stamina, but right now he was getting… Exhausted. Maybe it was the heat getting to him, or maybe he just wore himself out the day before.

Another hour, and Voryn stopped them at a good place with solid ground. Everyone began the annoying task of making camp in the afternoon, sun glaring in their eyes. Their lord’s tent came first, before everyone else’s, Voryn then read in the shade watching them pitch the rest.

Fuck, now Nerevar was hungry too… Irritably hungry. He had eaten enough for breakfast and lunch, why was he starving? He groaned, dipping into his dried rations early, before curling up in his own tent kept close to Voryn’s. Normally he helped everyone else set up, but he was too tired right now, eager to just get out of the sun.

He laid on his bedroll, tossing and turning. As the sun set, he knew he should give a few prayers to Azura, maybe even crawl out to grab a bite to eat and see who was on guard duty for the night, but…

He was so uncomfortable. He felt exposed, hot, and miserable as he tossed and turned, his skin starting to burn. At some points he ended up dozing off to sleep, before waking up covered in sweat and his body jerking.

“Nerevar?” Voryn asked, climbing into the tent after night finally fell. “You didn’t come out for dinner--” Nerevar could barely crack open his eyes to look at Voryn, taking in the other’s flushed, shocked expression. Before Nerevar could ask though, Voryn shyly averted his eyes, covering his mouth slightly.

“I… You’re…” He mumbled under his breath.

“What?” Nerevar asked, irritated. Usually he tried to watch his tone when they were on caravan trips; it made the others act out thinking they could smart mouth their young lord like Nerevar did.

“I didn’t think… You went into heat.” He muttered, still unable to meet Nerevar’s eyes.

Nerevar was frozen at that sentence, turning it over in his head.

He wasn’t--right? He couldn’t be. He wasn’t due for a couple more months. He just had it.

“But I just went into heat a month ago.” Planning around his job as caravan guard was tricky for that reason. Luckily, Voryn typically went into ruts around the same time, so they tended to stay home together. “I’m not--”

Nerevar could feel how sluggish his body was though. He was hungry, but too restless to crawl out and get a bite to eat. Not to mention he felt exposed--he could curl up in his bedroll to feel more secure, but his body felt much too warm.

“... Shit.” Nerevar swore under his breath. He was fully going into heat--not any of that faux heat netchshit some omegas went through either. And he wasn’t even near his room so he could feel safe and secure. He was on a caravan trip, exposed, some of the other canvasari complete strangers who would be able to smell him…

Nerevar felt nauseous at that, his hunger vanishing as he suddenly got the urge to flee into the wilderness. He’d rather that cliff racer had ripped him to pieces than one of those smug, piece of shit alphas he didn’t know hold him down and try to mate with him--

“Shh…” Voryn approached cautiously, gingerly stroking at his arm. Nerevar stiffened at the contact. He usually disliked anyone touching him in heat, and he’d never had Voryn nearby when he went into one before. It’s not that he didn’t trust Voryn as his closest friend--he did very much--but it was still a foreign feeling to his body. They were kept apart during heats and ruts, like all young adults and teenagers. Not to mention, he knew Voryn was uncharacteristically aggressive in ruts. “It’s alright. I’ll help you.”

“How are you going to help me?” Nerevar asked, ready to dismiss the idea entirely.

“I’ve been told spending a heat with an alpha, even when traveling, helps alleviate the worst symptoms.” Voryn explained, trying to keep his voice level.

“If I spend my heat with you, you’re going to go into a rut.” Nerevar scoffed. Again, Voryn was aggressive in a rut: destroying furniture, punching and burning his brothers, breaking windows, screaming… Getting in a fight with Voryn while feeling so vulnerable was the last thing Nerevar wanted.

“It’s either that or you’ll have to deal with it alone.” Voryn’s brow was furrowed in more concern than irritation, at least. “And I don’t want those s’wits that got brought along grabbing you as they please, trying to make you their omega.��

Nerevar shivered at the tone Voryn used, feeling his heart beating faster. It sounded almost possessive, and so very welcomed when his thoughts were slowly getting muddled.

“... I don’t want that either.” Nerevar admitted softly. He didn’t want any alphas looking at him and making snide remarks, or worse--openly trying to court him or take him by force. “I don’t want that, I’m just…”

“I know it will still be uncomfortable and awkward,” Voryn’s tone was soft and soothing, “But I want to help you, Neht.”

Nerevar closed his eyes as Voryn stroked his hair, sighing shakily.

“Your family will be furious, won’t they…?” Voryn’s brothers would want to rip him limb from limb when they found out Voryn spent a rut with Nerevar of all people.

“Let them throw a fit.” Voryn dismissed it. “I’ll take responsibility. Besides, it’s not as though I’d be the first person to spend a rut with someone without mating with them.” That was true; however ‘taboo’ it was, it was fairly commonplace for nobles to spend heats or ruts with servants from time to time and take the edge off. As angry as they’d be, Voryn wouldn’t be doing something outside the norm they couldn’t just sweep under the rug.

“... Would you be alright with it?” Nerevar asked softly, turning to nuzzle into Voryn’s hand, letting the other caress his face and scent him properly.

“Of course,” Voryn smiled. “It might be uncomfortable at first, but,” Voryn glanced back at the entrance of Nerevar’s tent suspiciously. “I want to keep you safe.”

Nerevar took a deep breath, sitting up, and wrapping an arm around Voryn.

“Thanks,”

Voryn had ordered the others to take down Nerevar’s tent. He gave the excuse that Nerevar was feeling ill and Voryn would be tending to him, but Nerevar could see the skepticism in their glances. The other canvasari knew what was really going on by the scent coming off of Nerevar, and while they took the tent down they complained all the while that of course they would have an omega going into heat near them but that it would be Nerevar of all people. Stubborn, headstrong Nerevar who got spoiled rotten by Voryn. And of course they wouldn’t even get to ‘enjoy’ it, muttering to themselves that Voryn and Nerevar were probably already fucking before this.

It disgusted Nerevar, making his whole body itch to hear them muttering and complaining as they took the tent down. Nerevar was currently laying on his own bedroll, various bags and a few cushions from the cart Voryn rode in as a makeshift nest around him, with Voryn’s bedroll on the other side.

Nerevar didn’t know how you were supposed to start this sort of thing. He imagined most omegas only really climbed into bed with an alpha like this for sex, and Nerevar was at a loss. Did he just lay down and go to sleep? He still felt far too restless…

“Ah…” Nerevar gasped softly as Voryn climbed in beside him after grabbing Nerevar a plate of food, setting it aside before starting to scent him. It felt…

Nice. Comfortable. He closed his eyes, the heat in his body settling into a warm, fuzzy feeling.

“I don’t want them enjoying your scent,” Voryn whispered. “So let me just…” He trailed off, nuzzling gently against Nerevar, as Nerevar let himself be surrounded by that musky, spicy scent all over again.

In turn, Nerevar couldn’t help but nuzzle back, his hands clenching and unclenching at Voryn’s robes.

“You smell nice…” Nerevar muttered.

“I’ve been told smelling an alpha helps with heat.” Voryn replied back softly. Not to mention, Nerevar was in fact thankful it would cover up his own scent. He got nauseous imagining what those bastards were doing with his tent that smelled like an omega in heat. He was likely going to burn it and buy a new one rather than even consider what disgusting things they could get up to.

“Relax…” Voryn whispered. “I’ve got you. They can’t hurt you.” Nerevar disliked how this up close he couldn’t hide his pheromones from showing his displeasure. Usually he was good at suppressing it, keeping it hidden for the most part, but in heat with Voryn literally breathing down his neck? Impossible.

“I just… Was making a mental note to buy a new tent.” Nerevar muttered. “I don’t want to think about what they might do with it…” Voryn growled at that, tightening his hold. Nerevar knew instinctively the sound should have frightened him—omegas were jumpy and defensive while in heat, after all—but for some reason it… Didn’t.

Again, it seemed almost possessive. Like Nerevar was desirable. Like Nerevar was his.

Nerevar bit the inside of his cheek, pushing those thoughts aside. Voryn was just getting territorial; that was normal for alphas. He’d known Nerevar since they were children and Nerevar was his guard. It wasn’t about wanting to mate, that Voryn already made clear, but just protecting someone close to him. In a way it was possessive, but not in a romantic or sexual sense. He just didn’t want anyone attacking and forcibly mating with someone in his ‘pack’ so to speak.

“Your scent is so much more reactive like this…” Voryn whispered, before nuzzling against a scent gland. “Not to mention sweet…”

“That’s… Normal for being in heat.” Nerevar whispered, his hips squirming slightly. His neck was sensitive too—and didn’t Voryn know the fucking taboo not to go poking around an omega’s neck, especially when they were in heat? Then again, Nerevar should really push him away; he disliked alphas even looking at his neck to see if he was bonded or not, but for some reason Voryn was…different. “Ah…” Voryn gave one soft, experimental lick, earning a soft gasp and shudder from Nerevar, before he finally sat up.

“You should eat.” Voryn brought the food over now. It was just saltrice porridge, common on the road, with some spices, though it also had ash yam bread alongside it. Voryn dipped the bread in, scooping some of the porridge with it, and brought it up to Nerevar’s face.

Voryn was trying to feed him like mated pairs fed each other. Nerevar’s cheeks and ears went red as he realized it, before shutting his eyes tightly, before shoving the thoughts aside. That couldn’t be it. Voryn was just—he was just worried, that’s all. Not to mention he probably didn’t even know about that behavior and this was ignorant to the implications.

“Neht, even if you aren’t hungry you should—“ Voryn went to scold him, before Nerevar leaned in and took a bite, making Voryn smile warmly. The porridge was mostly lukewarm by now, but delicious from how hungry Nerevar was. “That’s it… Good boy.” Voryn stroked his hair as he fed Nerevar, the scent starting to make him feel lightheaded and fuzzy again. His thoughts were so cloudy in fact he wasn’t thinking right, going in to lick Voryn’s fingers after he finished the bread, earning a soft moan before Voryn tried to cover it with a chuckle. Nerevar took the remaining bowl and spoon, eating on his own and trying to force the feeling down, but Voryn continued to affectionately stroke his hair.

When they got back on the road, Nerevar rode in the cart Voryn was in. It was an enclosed space, so already a big improvement from having to walk out in the open, an idea that made his skin crawl. Voryn set up the interior nicely--cushions and Nerevar and Voryn’s respective travel packs and bedrolls creating a nice little nest.

Comfortable. It was, despite everything, very, very comfortable. Nerevar had slept surprisingly well for both being in heat and not being in his own room, lying comfortably in Voryn’s arms.

There was, however, one thing he hadn’t anticipated being such a problem. Nerevar knew mating season came with a heightened sense of arousal, but he thought that he could ignore it for the few days it would take to make it back to Kogoruhn, especially since he would be spending so much time with Voryn. All he had to do was not masturbate for a few days, that was all--it wasn’t impossible for him to go a few days without touching himself before, so it should be fine now.

Except it wasn’t.

Nerevar’s hips shifted around often as the cart gently rocked, squirming slightly. All he could think about for a good while now was his cunt. He tried distracting himself, thinking about sparing or battle or even fighting that cliff racer earlier, but his thoughts kept coming back to sex. Even with Voryn laying beside him, one arm wrapped around his waist, Nerevar couldn’t control his mind.

“You seem restless.” Voryn said softly right by his ear, and Nerevar gasped, his hips bucking forward on instinct.

“I’m just--” Nerevar didn’t know how to explain it without humiliating himself. “It’s… I’m in heat…” He covered his own mouth as Voryn nuzzled into his neck again, muffling the gasps and moans coming from his throat.

“You’re aroused?” Voryn asked, equally soft, and Nerevar nodded.

“I know I shouldn’t,” Nerevar looked for excuses, hips still squirming as Voryn rubbed slow, soothing circles on his stomach, “It’s just--”

“It’s normal.” Nerevar could hear the smile in Voryn’s voice, despite not being able to see his expression behind him. “Go ahead, I won’t mind.” A strange sensation came over Nerevar as he shuddered hearing that, a hot rush going through his body, his arousal only intensifying.

Was it alright? Were they crossing a line? Nerevar didn’t know where that line might be, honestly. He and Voryn had known each other for so long and shared so much--food, beds, clothes, drinks… When they were the age of majority they both drank together for the first time, making the foolhardy mistake of choosing sujamma and getting a bit too enthusiastic in their efforts to one up each other, admitting so many things while drunk before passing out in bed together that they barely even remembered any of them come morning. Those moments Nerevar didn’t find particularly sexual at the time, but were they that much more different to where he was right now?

Then again, perhaps Nerevar should have seen it coming. Voryn was obviously expecting it and had offered to share Nerevar’s heat with him. Nerevar should have known there was the possibility of the need arising.

His hand unlaced his trousers, diving in past his undergarments, slowly working his way down as he shifted to almost but not quite on his back. Voryn’s hand shifted upward to give Nerevar’s arm some room in turn, still unphased, as Nerevar’s other hand stayed over his mouth to muffle any sounds.

Finally, his fingers were greeted by wet, slick flesh, a soft groan falling from his lips. He was wetter than he thought, leaking slick. He didn’t expect to be so aroused without even touching himself--was it because an alpha was nearby?

His fingers slipped inside, moving in and out slowly, the slick sound muffled by the fabric of his trousers. They felt good, but he was honestly missing the fullness of the toys he had back home. A nice, polished wood one with a large knot at the base was his favorite when he was in heat, giving himself a feeling of fullness he enjoyed even if he was just mindlessly playing with his cock while furiously reading a smutty novel. But more importantly, he found it harder to get off with the situation he was in--it was difficult to really get lost in the fantasies he normally got off to when someone was close by and watching him. He groaned in displeasure, feeling frustrated, until Voryn leaned close to his ear again.

“Good boy.” Voryn whispered, and Nerevar’s fingers moved much faster, his breathing quickening as pure arousal raced in his veins. His body suddenly felt so much more sensitive, soft moans now being muffled by his hand as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Oh,” Voryn’s lips gently brushed against his ear as he spoke this time, making it twitch as Nerevar gave a needy whine, “You sound so wet…” Nerevar raised his leg slightly so he could finger himself faster. “Nice and wet for me, aren’t you?”

Fuck. He was jacking off to Voryn right now, wasn’t he? This wasn’t just masturbation with Voryn nearby--Voryn was actively getting him off, whispering in his ear. And the worst part was Nerevar was so turned on, his body responding well to the sweet sound of Voryn’s voice in his ear. He was even imagining Voryn touching him now, imagining Voryn’s fingers slipping in and out of him, Voryn’s hand muffling the moans spilling from Nerevar’s lips as he touched him however he pleased--

“Such a sweet scent when you’re aroused like this…” Voryn groaned into his neck, shifting his hips in a way that had Nerevar gasping again. He could feel Voryn’s cock pressed against his ass--confirmation Voryn was aroused too. Aroused by Nerevar. “Can you get off like this?” Voryn asked, his voice still so sweet, “Or do you need me to touch you?”

At the offer, Nerevar couldn’t even think it over. His hand came away from his mouth just enough to pant out the answer. “Touch me.” He pleaded, urgency in his voice, as Voryn’s hand snaked its way down Nerevar’s body and into his pants. “Ah--yes,” Nerevar moaned sweetly, before Voryn’s hand covered his mouth.

Nerevar felt dizzy being touched like this. Completely at the mercy of Voryn, the mer he trusted more than anything, the mer he trusted with his very life. His thoughts were completely muddled, eyes rolled back as his legs twitched, his hips squirming, all reacting to the movement of Voryn’s long fingers sliding in and out of him.

“Gods, you’re soaked.” Voryn moaned softly now himself, hips gently rocking against Nerevar’s ass. “So wet for me Neht, ready to take my cock, aren’t you?” Nerevar nodded furiously, before Voryn shifted his other hand, sliding two fingers past Nerevar’s mouth. “Gods, the mouth on you too--” Voryn groaned as Nerevar eagerly sucked and rolled his tongue around the digits, moaning obscenely, though at a volume that it would be hard to hear outside the cart.

“When we get to the next town I’m buying birth control,” Voryn whispered, a promise, though there was a desperation in his voice. “I need to be inside you. I need to,” Nerevar could get drunk off that edge in his voice honestly--off the knowledge that he was desired. He wanted it so badly too, he wanted Voryn to be inside him already, fucking him to completion. It would be even more intense than his fingers, so much more fulfilling as Voryn knotted him just like his body wanted, pumped him full of seed--

His body shuddered as the thought crossed his mind, trembling from his orgasm, his leg twitching as a low noise was pulled from his throat. He could picture it so clearly--Voryn’s knot pressed perfectly inside him, sealing every drop of seed inside Nerevar’s cunt in the desperate hope it took. It was such a satisfying orgasm too, bliss washing over him.

“Good boy,” Voryn praised him again, his breathing heavy. “So good for me, aren’t you Neht…” He pulled his fingers out of Nerevar’s mouth first, letting the other pant, before almost reluctantly sliding his fingers out of Nerevar’s cunt.

It was only a few moments until Nerevar shifted, turning to face Voryn, his hands going to Voryn’s robes.

“Your turn,” Nerevar whispered dangerously close to Voryn’s lips, feeling every hot pant fan over his mouth. It didn’t take long to undo Voryn’s robes enough to slip his hand past the layers of fabric to the hard length he felt earlier grinding against him.

“Neht,” Voryn whispered, a type of reverence in his voice. His eyes rolled back slightly, before black eyelashes fluttered as his eyes fell shut, his lips wet, “Nerevar…” It sounded almost like a hymn, a prayer falling from his lips, as Nerevar stroked slowly and lightly at first, learning what movements Voryn liked best. His cock was hard in Nerevar’s hand, and Nerevar rolled his palm around the head to slather it with precum to make the glide easier, Voryn’s hips rocking in time with his movements.

“You like that?” Nerevar asked against Voryn’s mouth, before Voryn nipped at his lower lip, earning a soft keen from Nerevar. “Fuck…” He could feel Voryn’s canines almost nick him, and he became hyper aware of his own neck, the thought crossing his mind at how it would feel to have someone actually bite and claim him. “Fuck, I can feel your knot swelling up…” An alpha’s didn’t always form, as he’d been told, but it was more common in ruts. Still, he couldn’t believe it was swelling up just from Nerevar’s hand. “You want to knot me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Voryn was holding him tightly now, panting furiously. “I want to fuck you, knot you, fill you with my seed…” Voryn’s hips were thrusting in earnest now, fucking Nerevar’s hand. “I want you, I want you Neht, I want you so badly--”

Nerevar kissed him before he got any louder, alerting everyone to what they were doing. No doubt the other canvasari expected them to be fucking, but Nerevar didn’t want them hearing it. One of them might try and ruin the fucking moment, after all, loudly banging at them to knock it off, or might use it against them. Or, maybe Nerevar was just feeling possessive himself, wanting to be the only person who got to hear Voryn begging and pleading for him like this.

Still, Voryn kissed him with a passion, his tongue eagerly exploring Nerevar’s mouth, gliding against his own. The kiss was messy, wet, as Voryn clung to him tighter and tighter…

“Neht!” Voryn broke the kiss with a loud hiss, his own hand moving down to pump Nerevar’s even faster, until finally he held it there, knot swelling, and came with a low moan.

“Yes…” He groaned, ropes of cum shooting out into Nerevar’s hand and onto his clothes. “Yes, Neht…”

“There we go…” Nerevar smiled softly, pressing soft, feather-light kisses to his cheeks. “Better?”

“Much better…” Voryn pulled him into an embrace again, nuzzling against him. “Mm… I’ll change your clothes in a few moments…” Nerevar chuckled at that, though he had to admit he kind of enjoyed Voryn making a mess of him. “Let me… Enjoy this.”

Nerevar adjusted faster to their new dynamic than he thought. Maybe it was the haze of his heat making his head feel so fuzzy, but he was enjoying the newfound affection they shared. Kisses became commonplace, as was touching, nuzzling, cuddling. Even Voryn touching his neck was more welcomed than anything else, Nerevar leaning into it.

Voryn was true to his word. They stopped at a small town, at least one with an apothecary, and Voryn ventured out of the cart to pick up several days worth of birth control potions.

He hadn’t thought about having sex with Voryn before this. The thought crossed his mind once or twice, he supposed, but never seriously and more so as a jest. But now it seemed almost natural, their bodies falling into place with ease.

At first, the sex was perfect. Passionate, all encompassing, mind numbing pleasure that left his body tingling. But they still had a few more days on the road back to Kogoruhn, and every orgasm took the edge off a little less. It was still as passionate as before, though every time was a little bit more desperate, something inside him craving more. Something was off and incomplete. It wasn’t quite enough--not nearly enough for him.

Was it that they weren’t back at Kogoruhn yet? Possibly. His body was no doubt longing for the comfort and security of home, his back on Voryn’s bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets that smelled so perfectly like Voryn…

Or maybe it was the fact it was more emotionally taxing than Nerevar realized. This was just for convenience, after all. It wasn’t supposed to have any meaning behind it, just spending Nerevar’s unexpected heat together so travel would be easier. Spending a heat with an alpha was supposed to make it more bearable, and the other shitty canvasari wouldn’t pull anything if Nerevar was always by Voryn’s side, after all.

But there was an ever nagging thought in his mind: this wasn’t going to last forever. This was a temporary solution to an out of the blue problem. For all he had adjusted to kissing Voryn, of stroking Voryn’s hair, of being fed by Voryn, of dressing and undressing each other and basking in each other’s warmth, he couldn’t enjoy this forever. They would arrive at Kogoruhn in only a couple of days after all--a day and a half if they were fast, as they were right on the edge of House Redoran’s territory as far as he could tell. And Nerevar already knew how it would play out when they arrived: Voryn’s brothers would kick up a fuss, Voryn would excuse it as necessary for traveling, and Nerevar would slink back to his room to spend the rest of his heat alone as always. Though, it was unusual that Voryn’s rut wasn’t as destructive as usual; Nerevar had worried about it initially, but Voryn was strangely calm, even able to go into town and buy a few things with relative ease, though he didn’t like it. Before, Voryn was so irritable and antsy he would fight just about anyone, but he was oddly attentive and sweet like this. Maybe they would be willing to let Nerevar and Voryn spend the rest of the time together, until it passed.

Afterwards though, there would be nothing else like this between them. And something inside Nerevar ached at the thought.

“So tight…” Voryn moaned, fucking him from behind in the cart again. “Always so tight wrapped around my cock, aren’t you?”

“You’re huge, that’s why…” Nerevar groaned into the cushion under him, his hips in the air. “Gods, even only half formed your knot is as big as the toy’s I have back home~” It felt so good, pumping in and out of him like that, the amount of slick his body was pouring out enough to make the glide relatively easy.

“You like it, don’t you?” Voryn asked with a cocky tone. “I can tell just how much you like it, how much your body needs me…” He gave a sharper thrust, his tone shifting to demanding. “Tell me, Neht.”

“Yes…” Nerevar groaned as Voryn grinded his hips forward, Nerevar’s legs trembling. “Yes, I love how big it is… I love how full I feel with your cock in me…” Nerevar gave a choked moan now, barely able to focus on keeping his voice down. He had to bury his face in fabric to muffle the sounds escaping him. “I love it when you knot me too, when you fill me to the brim~” Gods did he love the sensation. He was tired of feeling so very, very empty when he was in heat, and the feeling of being full of Voryn’s seed, his knot in place, Nerevar’s body locking around it in a desperate attempt to ensure conception as his body orgasmed non-stop-- “Please,” Nerevar pleaded, “Knot me, breed me, fill me up again~!”

Voryn growled loudly at that, leaning over Nerevar’s body, nuzzling into his hair and neck, before licking at a scent gland.

“You’re mine.” Voryn growled low, “All mine, Neht.” Nerevar tilted his head, his body growing all the more pliant at the possessive tone, before his body tensed, realization crashing over him. He brought a hand up, clamping it over his neck, just as Voryn went to bite down sharply.

“Fuck!” Nerevar swore. It was hard enough to draw blood, but not enough to break his fingers thankfully. However, Voryn was displeased with that, growling aggressively, his pheromones heightening in rage.

“W-wait until we’re back at Kogoruhn!” Nerevar quickly excused his actions, keeping his hand protectively over his neck. “Not here… Not like this…” Voryn’s hips didn’t stop thrusting, in fact seeming to get all the faster, his knot catching more and more on Nerevar’s entrance. “Please…”

“Nerevar…!” Voryn groaned loudly, before driving his knot in one last time, cumming inside him.

The rush of heat of Voryn’s seed was quickly followed by his own orgasm, his body clamping down and milking his cock. If it wasn’t for the potions, Nerevar knew he’d be pregnant right now. It seemed impossible not to, not with how well his body was taking it, locking into place every time Voryn knotted him without fail.

“Yes…” Nerevar groaned, another wave of pleasure washing over him, “Gods, yes…” Nerevar didn’t know how he’d be able to go back to just masturbating after this--after the pleasure he never knew could be so intense.

After most of the pleasure died down, Nerevar’s legs feeling weak, Voryn pulled them to lay side by side, still connected, now nuzzling against Nerevar affectionately.

“... Thank you for stopping me.” Voryn rubbed Nerevar’s hand apologetically, casting a quick healing spell on it. Nerevar hummed in response, thankful Voryn was thinking logically once more rather than his thoughts clouded by pure instinct. Nerevar knew it wasn’t his fault; he almost lost himself in the sensation too, all but ready and willing to accept it.

“I don’t want to claim you here, like this.” Voryn continued, his voice soft and gentle as he held Nerevar’s hand now with a tenderness that had his heart aching. “Not in a fucking cart on the road… I want to do it properly, back at home.”

Again, something inside Nerevar was aching at the knowledge they couldn’t. Especially not in the impenetrable walls of Kogoruhn.

Nerevar wasn’t ignorant. He wasn’t the first commoner to lay with a noble, and he won’t be the last. A noble taking a mate was a very important, careful decision, not really left up to the individual in question but instead an agreement between houses and families. Even more important was the mate an heir to a Great House like Voryn was supposed to take, a careful attention to detail paid to every potential mate before they were so much as introduced, the whole council involved with planning the prospective partners. Already the council, including Voryn’s mother, were discussing omegas and betas that would be beneficial potential mates to introduce Voryn to, in hope there would be a good match between them. Chimer could take many spouses, but the children of a mated pair were given special importance, after all.

Nerevar, meanwhile, knew he wasn’t on that list and wouldn’t even be considered for it. He never dared to even dream of such a thing. Despite receiving an education alongside Voryn, he was Voryn’s playmate, not equal. Nerevar was a half-blood chimer, after all, sharing the blood of the nords who brutally subjugated him, and born in a small mining town belonging to House Mora. He was only really allowed to be so close to Voryn when they were younger and up until now because Morvani Dagoth loved spoiling Voryn. Morvani never took a mate officially a far as anyone knew, but there was a rumor that Voryn and Araynys’ father was her mate, which would explain why she loved spoiling them in particular, and it was only natural for many to name a child of a mated bond as your heir.

For those that dared to take a mate without the consent of their families and house, it was well known and documented what would happen. The mated bond was swiftly and forcibly severed with magic, and the former mate exiled from the territory in shame. And that was if they were lucky. If the noblemer was particularly hostile to it, the council typically took every precaution to prevent it from happening again by killing their former lover, eliminating the risk entirely.

Nerevar knew what would happen if Voryn even dared to try. It would be nothing good, potentially the end of his own life. Yet it was getting harder and harder to deny the pull, like a magnet pulling him in. It was getting impossible to deny this, whatever the hell it was, and that was what terrified him the most. Wherever the road they were walking down led to was bloodshed and heartbreak.

He wasn’t allowed to want it. He knew he wasn’t allowed to and why, but despite all logical reasoning, his body was denying that reality. His body needed this like he needed water to drink and air to breathe, but there was no way of it possibly coming true. To even attempt it would mean never seeing voryn again, either in life or in death.

Nerevar wondered if voryn understood their circumstances. He had to know, didn't he? Voryn was smart. He was intelligent. He couldn't be ignorant to the reality of their lives and station. Perhaps Voryn only said he would mate with nerevar back and Kogoruhn simply to placate him. That, despite his own instinct running rampant, he knew better. He knew they couldn't, but it was Nerevar who first blurted out that they should wait until they arrived in Kogoruhn, so Voryn was under the impression Nerevar was the one expecting it. After all, if he refused right now rather than delayed it, Nerevar might not stop him the next time. He might instead selfishly let Voryn claim him and try to cling to him despite knowing it would mean his own end.

Nerevar didn't know what he preferred. Voryn being ignorant, or Voryn simply lying to him to placate him.

#nerevoryn #indoril nerevar #voryn dagoth #nerevar #morrowind #my writing #not sfw #there is some world building in here from my other fics #voryn isnt the lord of house dagoth yet. nerevar is his canvasari

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sutherkins · 1 year ago

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living on the same floor as peter and always brushing past him in the hallway…one day ur doing laundry and only ur sexy lingerie that you literally never get to wear is clean and you walk past him and hes holding his own clean laundry walking back to his apartment. when ur cleaning ur like oh damn i need to wash the clothes im wearing and ur like well fuck ill have to be half naked if i wash them rn but u dont want to make another trip so you lock the door to the room and strip until ur just in the lingerie and ur playing games on ur phone while ur laundry is going but at some point theres a knock on the door and you jump and your phone falls on the ground. you realize when you go to pick it up that you’re literally in your underwear and have nothing to cover yourself with. you rush to the door making sure it stays locked and ask who it is. “uh, peter from four two three”. ur like “oh christ” because its the hot guy who lives a couple doors down from you that you always walk past in the hall and your forehead leans forward to hit the door because of course out of everyone it could be outside the door it just had to be him. peters like “are you okay?” and ur like “well to be completely honest im only in my underwear and my laundry still isnt done and i literally have nothing to cover myself with”. peter laughs and ur like “its not funny you jackass!” but peter tells you he isnt laughing at you. hes laughing because he was just doing laundry and he thinks he left something in the dryer. you’re a little 🤔 cause why does that matter? you even ask him so. he tells you “well, i was coming to get it but seeing as how you clearly need it more you can borrow it until your laundry is done”. u ask him what it is and its just a pair of sweats but ur like its better than nothing so u ask him if hes sure its okay for you to borrow them and hes like of course its okay im the one who offered. so u put em on and they feel so warm from just being in the dryer and ur like “these are awesome!” because “are mens sweatpants made differently? these are so much more comfortable than mine.” peter starts to laugh and immediately stops when you abruptly unlock and open the door and he almost falls on you but catches himself on the doorway and for a moment he was basically face to face with ur chest in the sexiest bra u own and whipped his body back up so fast because oh my god its the pretty girl from down the hall and you’re literally wearing his clothes and a red lacey bra and he’s suddenly wondering of the bottom half matches the top. ur looking at him like you know he looked at your chest and its because you do. most guys do it and have been for years so it doesnt surprise you anymore. what does surprise you is how nervous he looks. you may have a big chest but you’ve never thought you were intimidating, let alone pretty enough for anyone to be nervous around you. now You get nervous and cross your arms to cover yourself.

“thanks for letting me borrow these. i promise i’ll wash and return them.”

“don’t worry about it” he thinks about telling you that you can keep them but worries thats too weird to say since neither of you have really ever talked so instead he asks if you wanna borrow his sweatshirt just in case others end up showing up in the laundry room. as nervous as you are about wearing even more of his clothes you’d rather be nervous about that than having others in your building see you in just sweats a a bra, especially the one you were wearing. so you agree and while hes taking it off the shirt hes wearing underneath rides up a bit and you see some skin 👀 no ones ever been this nice to you especially someone this attractive and you’re actually really grateful to put on the sweatshirt and be fully covered again. when its on you repeat what you said earlier about mens clothes being more comfortable than womens and that even your comfiest sweatshirts arent as nice as his. peter blushes from your words and also from seeing you head to toe in his clothes. you’re still marveling at how much better it feels and peter just smiles sooo wide. “thanks for this, peter. im sure this isnt how you planned your trip to the laundry room going but i appreciate it anyways” peter tells you its really no problem and that hes happy to help. he ends up leaving to go back to his place while you stay and wait for your laundry (you don’t need to stay, but its a nice excuse to get out of your apartment for a little bit). when you’re done you dont take off peters clothes and load your basket with your now clean clothes and make your way back to your floor. when youre walking down the hall to your door, peter just comes out of his place in his work attire, a black suit, and your heart starts racing because he looks so so good and you’re still wearing the clothes he let you borrow even though you’re carrying a basket full of clean clothes that actually belong to you. you smile and tell him you’ll return his clothes tomorrow. he smirks but like the happy smiley kind because shes still wearing my clothes!!! and says “see ya tomorrow.”

#peter sutherland #peter sutherland x reader #peter sutherland x you #peter sutherland fanfic #peter sutherland fanfiction #the night agent fanfiction #the night agent fanfic #the night agent #sunshine boy #gabriel basso #i am high out of my mind #thought abt this and needed to write it in some way shape or form

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cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic · 3 years ago

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Whatever You Want

A/N: My first Hawks fic omg I’m so excited. The smut could've been longer but I was tired writing this. I know most of the time Hawks is depicted as being super aggressive and dominant during his rut but I wanted to try a different approach. I hope you guys enjoy this subby Hawks meal because I know I sure did. Love you all !!!!!

Fandom: Hawks, MHA

Pairing: Hawks x Reader

Warnings: I’m not the best when it comes to following writing rules. I pretty much write how I want to, so if you’re a stickler for grammar and what not just ignore it or don’t read loll (I’m nice I promise.) SMUT SMUT SMUT

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Plot: Spring has hit and Hawks is entering his rut. He is desperate for any type of release.

Spring is here. The weather is great and everyone is in a wonderful mood. Well, almost everyone. My phone continuously vibrates in my lap, my screen lighting up with text after text and call after missed call from my boyfriend. I feel bad not answering him but I have things to do and unfortunately he’s going to have to wait for a while. I sat at my desk trying my best to complete all the work I had left before I left for the day. Heat began to emanate from my phone from the sheer number of notifications coming through. All from one person. Keigo goes through this rut every spring. He told me about it when we first began dating and even though we've been together for two years this is the first time I'm going through it with him. Last year I was in another country on a very important mission. I had to stay on the phone with him for hours while he jerked himself off, saying lewd and obscene things.

He made me promise not to go on any missions that would take me away from him this year. I replied to the last of my emails for the day before closing my computer. As I made my way out the door of my busy office I said my goodbyes to all my co-workers. When I finally got to my car I sighed trying to release all the stress I had built up. The engine of my car revved to life, I backed out of my parking space and drove out onto the road. I used a voice command to call Keigo back as I drove. I just know he’s gonna be pissed.

“Babybird, where have you been all day? I've been calling you nonstop. Why didn't you pick up the phone?” His voice shook as he spoke.

“I’m so sorry babe but I had to finish my work and I didnt want to get distracted. I’m on my way home to you now, don't worry.”

I could hear him shifting in the bed. Probably trying to get comfortable while he waited for me.

“Hurry. Please. I want you so bad. I don’t even know what to do with myself. All I can think about is how badly I want to touch you and hear all the noises you make when I’m inside you. Get home now.”

He hung up before I could even respond. I knew what that meant. I sped home as fast as I could. Once I made it up to our apartment I opened the door to see the place in shambles. Things were all over the place, all the pillows in the living room were gone and ice littered the floor. Slowly I pushed the door open to our room and my vision was instantly blocked by keigo as he rushed me. His hands were all over my body grabbing and squeezing, as if they were searching for any inch of me that wasn't covered by clothing. His mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was desperate and passionate. He nipped at my bottom lip. A small yelp escaped me. His wings fluttered in response.

“Keigo wait - just - I need to - let me just take a shower. I’ll be quick, just give me two minutes.”

“You can shower later. I need you.”

I squirmed and turned, trying to escape his grasp but no matter what I tried I couldn't get away from him. I’d been at work all day running up and down doing all kinds of things. I felt sweaty and icky and all I wanted to do was wash this long day away before I did anything with him. His lips traveled to my neck. He inhaled deeply taking in my scent.

“Babybird you smell so good just the way you are. You don't need to shower.”

My resolve to shower started wearing thin as the heat within my core grew. He placed wet open mouth kisses all over my neck. I moaned, pressing my body into his.

“Please baby, I need you. I’m desperate for you right now. My cock is so hard I can feel it pulsating and so much pre cum is leaking out of me, I can't take it. Please!”

Hearing him beg was like music to my ears. I love it when he lets go and gives me control. It doesn't happen often but when it does I turn into a different person,

“Okay baby I’ll help you. Take these pants off.”

As he removed his pants I unbuttoned my dress shirt and allowed it to slide off of me to the floor. My bra followed soon after. Keigo was on me in an instant, his mouth attached to one of my sensitive nipples while his free hand massaged the other. I cradled his head in my hands gently stroking the nape of his neck. He groaned into my chest.

“That feels so good baby.” I said breathlessly as he moved his attention to my other breast.

My head fell back as I reveled in the feeling of his lips and tongue. His strong hands were wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. His face was completely engulfed in my chest now.

“Do you like when I hold you like this while your mouth is full with my breast? Hmmm? You like turning me on like that? You wanna be my good boy so badly don’t you?”

He let out a whine like groan. I felt his body shiver. I could see how frustrated he was but I was enjoying myself too much to give in just yet.

“What’s the matter baby? Are you that worked up you can’t even talk anymore? All you can do is moan and groan? All you want is a little release huh? You want to fuck me until I can’t take anymore, until I’m full with all your cum. Is that it?”

I gently slid my fingers down one of his wings just to tease him even more.

“Please! Don’t tease me like that (Y/N) I’m barely holding on here. You’re so fucking hot I just wanna take you right here right now but I also wanna be a such good boy for you it hurts.”

“Okay baby I think I’ve had my fun. Let me make you feel better.”

I knelt down in front of Hawks, his swollen erection twitched with anticipation. His eyes darkened with lust as he looked down on me. He probably thought I was going to give him a blow job but I had something else in mind. I took him in my hand, he inhaled sharply at the contact. I allowed the pre cum leaking from his cock to fall onto my chest as I pumped him slowly allowing it to coat my breasts. The sheer amount that came from him shocked me. I’d never seen anything like it. His hips bucked into my hand desperate for more friction. My slow pace made him growl with frustration. I loved teasing him, he always got needy so quickly but I knew it was time to finally give him what he wanted.

Ever so slowly I guided him in between my breasts and squeezed them together. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could even get the words out he was pumping his cock up and down against my chest. His pace was fast and without thought. His hands gripped my hair pulling it as he used my body for his pleasure.

“It feels s-so good.” He groaned through clenched teeth, throwing his head back

“Look at me. Yes. Is this what you've been craving? Huh? What you've been begging for all day? I know this is what you've been dreaming about. Having your cock between my beautiful soft breasts?”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuk.” He moaned.

I couldn't help but smile. I had him wrapped around my finger in this moment. I could ask anything of him right now and he’d say yes without hesitation. I loved having this control. It really made me feel so powerful to know that I could make such a dominant man like Hawks bend to my will using only my breasts. I could feel his body begin to shiver. His grip on my hair grew even tighter. The veins in his cock bulged and pulsated and I knew he was close.

“If you wanna cum you know what you have to say don't you baby?”

He hesitated, not wanting to give up that last little piece of control.

“Come on, I know you’re so close. It's right there isnt it. All you have to do is say one thing for me.” I pushed my breasts together even more around him.

“Ahhhhhhhh! Can I cum please?!”

“Please what?”

“Mommy!”

That’s all it took. His thrusts were hard and rough as he came all over my face and chest. His whole body convulsed and shook. I could hear the ruffeling of his feathers. Once his movements stopped I used my hand to pump him. He groaned as a jolt went through his body. I was shocked. He was so sensitive yet he was still so hard. I looked up at him in disbelief. A chill ran through my body when we made eye contact. The look on his face was unlike any I'd seen before.

“You’ve had your fun with me babybird now it’s my turn.”

#Hawks #hawks smut #hawks boku no hero academia #hawks headcanons #mha hawks #hawks x reader #smut #aha smut #hawkssmut #my hero academia #my hero fanfic #sub!hawks #hawks rut #sub!keigo #Keigo rut #keigo tamaki #keigo x reader #keigo headcanons #keigo smut

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strawbxrryneptune · 4 years ago

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Hood Bakugo gives me life.

I NEED you to write about the whole UA gang in the hood because this was just *chefs kiss*

Easily in my top 5 fav fics of all time ♥♥♥

Idk what you mean by whole UA gang but here's a lil smth smth

♡♡

Bakugou in the hood is beautiful. Dating him is like a religious experience tbh. He's definitely the plug/dealer everyone's afraid of. If you owe him money or anything, I pray for you. He does not take shit lightly, you will leave his place with 4 missing toes, and if you don't pay your debt by the end of the week, you won't have any legs 🤷🏾‍♀️. Carries a glock around all the time, but you wouldnt know cause he hides it. Has a temper but it's not as bad as it used to be when he was just starting out. He sits back and watches, the kind of gangsta that doesnt do the whole 'gang signs for everything' type shit, and he's not soft. For you, yeah. For his bros, sometimes, but if he needs to kill a bitch he won't hesitate.

He loves ass. Like if you walk into his crib and you're wearing shorts??

Game over.

He'll push you down onto the plush carpet of his office and make you suck him off while he takes drags of a blunt, offering it to you while you gag around him. If you accept, he'll have you blow rings around his cock while you suck it, then when he's about to cum he'll pull you off and fuck you from the back, grabbing at your ass and cursing into the air.

Gives you a smack on the ass and a bunch of rolled hundreds so you can go shopping. Get as much shit as you want, but at the end of the day you better be in his bed.

♡♡

Denki's headass is a fake hood nigga . He's probably a super senior (got held back lmfao) cause he kept getting caught either blowing bitches backs out in the stairwell or hot boxing the bathroom. When he was in high school, he was def the type to put a speaker in his backpack and blast NBA youngboy. He throws gang signs in the hallways, not even knowing what some of them really mean.

He's been shot at multiple times.

The only reason he's not always in trouble is cause he and Bakugou grew up together. No one fucks with Bakugou's crew.

He has an unhealthy obsession with tits for sure. He sees you in a tank top or an off the shoulder and hes pulling you to a secluded corner and kissing you breathless, hands tugging and pinching at your chest.

Loves when you ride him cause he can watch your tits bounce.

Even if you dont have big ones, he still loves them, sucking at your nipples and rubbing up and down your stomach.

Leaves lots of marks.

Would die for you. Has threatened to shoot your parents for making you cry, even though all he has is a pocket knife.

Has to beg Bakugou for a glock.

♡♡

Sero is the plug. Like, Bakugou does some runs for him occasionally but Sero has everything. He's always in this really ratty recliner with a pitbull at his feet, smoking a blunt and playing some dumbass game.

He has so much money constantly, its crazy.

Even tho what he does is against the law in so many ways he's friends with all the neighborhood cops. Mans never gets in trouble LMAO.

He and Bakugou are the ones who run shit.

He loves thighs. Around the house you're only allowed to wear short shorts and thigh thighs. Or, even better, naked with thigh thighs 👀

Sadly, the last option is virtually impossible cause there's always people coming in and out.

But when he isnt working, he loves to lay you down and feast on you, making you play his game or try to finish his blunt without choking or losing.

Goes down on you for hours, won't even fuck you unless you beg for it.

Doesnt give a shit about himself when it comes to you :((

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Kirishima isnt a part of the hood LMFAO

Hes like that one friend who everyone loves but doesnt belong there.

Like Jaden, Shawn, Daeshawn, and Mark.

We love Mark.

Kiri was Bakugou's childhood best friend. He and Bakugou went on different paths, and Bakugou is a growing gangsta while Kirishima is manager in training at Game Stop.

He doesn't smoke often but when he does it's really fun.

Gets the gang discounts at the store, even tho they can all afford to buy the entire Gamestop chain.

That's why Sero has every new Play Station, Balugou has every Xbox, Denki has all the Legend of Zelda merch, Mina has a bunch of cute plushies.

He always comes in clutch 😫

He loves everything about you.

Like he cant pick a favorite body part, but loose clothing (sundresses, baggy clothes, his clothes??) Makes him lose his mind.

He will lift up whatever you're wearing finger you till your creaming all over him, then slide home and make your legs shake for days.

Feral Kirishima is not a common thing, hes usually sweet and doting, the ultimate service dom, but wear his shirt with some thigh highs or a garter belt?? Or even his uniform shirt ??

R.I.P that pussy, ayyy

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Mina is literally the most fun out of all of them.

She always has some type of substance on her, a little flask, some weed in a cute baggy, some suspicious pills, you name it.

Always dresses in juicy merch.

Shes always wearing those silky sweat outfits with the crop jackets, with a gold chain and some filas.

Nails always done, hair always done.

Ms. Girl can fight, period.

Will and has beat a bitch for you.

Don't get her mad. She angry cries, and will swing on you if needed.

She also loves everything about you, but she be staring at your ass a lot.

Doesnt care what you're wearing, she will smack it.

Shes usually more domineering. Shes definitely a switch, but she takes control in the way that she knows what she wants and she'll guide you through it, even if shes "subbing"

Loves going down on you.

She gets insecure sometimes when you wanna eat her out, but always shakes in pleasure at the end of the night, manicures nails scraping down your back and scalp as she screams your name.

You literally have no idea what she does or where she goes when she disappears randomly, but she always has cash.

No one asks questions tho

♡♡

Let me know if you want a Dekusquad or individual fic/drabble :)

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donvex · 4 years ago

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Does zukka fit a flower shop/tattoo shop trope? No, absolutely not. Am I writing head canons for it anyway? Yes, because I want to, and I said so, so I’ll make this work

-zuko loves the arts. Has loved the arts since he was young. He passion starts in the theater, and that’s where he starts to branch out

-maybe, just maybe, he leans away from theater a little bit because of his dad

-he doesn’t really talk about it, but he knows that he ended up going into his field because it was a little bit more masculine

-it takes a couple of years and a lot of therapy for him to separate his history with his dad from the work he very much loves to do, even if he started for all the wrong reasons

-but he’s good at it

-he’s a really good fucking tattoo artist

-zuko does almost exclusively in blackwork

-on occasion he does spot color, and ok of course his signature spot color is red, because its BOLD

-but he really really loves blackwork

-there’s a flower shop on the same block as the shop he works at

-but lets get this straight sokka absolutely does not own this flower shop

-aang does. Sweet sweet aang, who’s a vegetarian, who gifts his beautiful girlfriend katara flowers every other week despite the fact that its literally from his work

-katara loves it no I do not take criticism

-sokka just likes to stop by to bully aang hang out

-a lot

-its also because katara hangs out there so often and sokka just really loves his sister okay

-plus sometimes he brings his work (he’s an engineer, what a smart boy) and works in the back room, paperwork and math and all the administrative stuff

-there’s a little restaurant around the corner that the gaang goes to all the time, its cozy and warm and they don’t mind when their group gets a little too rowdy because they’re nice and they tip as best as they can for young adults in these trying times

-anyway every single person in the goddamn world works on this street okay

-yes this restaurant is iroh’s. We like it that way

-iroh is very nice to them and they are very nice back

-zuko does live in the area but come on, cities are big, you don’t run into people you know ALL the time

-even when they hang out at your uncle’s restaurant all the time

-zuko also has weird hours. He kinda sets up his own schedule, especially around his clients appointments

-but one day zuko is at the shop and a client is a no show, which always sucks even though he has their security deposit, so instead of sulking and going all the way home, he grabs his bag and heads to iroh’s

-settles down in a corner there, out of the way, with a sketchbook and headphones in so he can work on a flash sheet

-his uncles presence is warm and inviting just like his restaurant and zuko feels better just for being there

-and then, even over his music, he hears someone go “hey! He did my tattoos!”

-and zuko looks up to see the gaang, only one of which he recognizes - ya know, cuz you kinda don’t forget doing a massive body-scale blue arrow tattoo?

-and aang didn’t really intend for it to become anything, he was just excited, but zuko also isn’t sure because he’s awkward so he does say hi

-and the gang just kind of hovers over his flash sheet for a while and invites him in and somehow he ends up at their usual table

-(maybe its because he’s AT their usual table, he realizes. Small world, everyone wants the corner)

-now let’s not forget

-sokka is a bisexual disaster

-zuko is beautiful and sokka kinda wants to hate him for it? He doesn’t but he would love to

-also he doesn’t see any tattoos on zuko so he’s skeptical like aang are you SURE you didn’t hit your head

-toph is delighted no I did not forget her she just is too good of a character for me to write her justly

-but anyway she punches sokka (with affection) any time he voices too much skepticism

-on a different day, sokka goes in to zuko’s shop, because he’s around and he wants to see it for himself

-he isn’t allowed to watch zuko work of course, but he does get to watch zuko come out with a finished client and take some pictures of it

-it’s very impressive, and okay, maybe he DID do gang’s tattoos

-which just means sokka is smitten

-zuko is also smitten do not worry. They are both disasters

-zuko gets adopted into the gaang and they start to hang out. Their shops are so close, they love iroh, their ages are similar, and they get along after enough time. Its nice. Zuko likes it

-one day it rains, and gets really humid, and its fucking hot. So zuko finally takes off that dumb beat up leather jacket he always wears, only this time its not covering a long sleeves shirt, he’s wearing a tank top

-and sokka takes it back because zuko not only has tattoos, but they WORK for him

-zuko doesn’t have any shitty tattoos, because he spent so long dreaming of the theater and thinking that he couldn’t have tattoos if he ever wanted to be on stage, that by the time he finally acknowledged that his dreams had changed, he was working with and around tattoo artists and could afford to jump straight to full on intricate sleeves that took several sessions each

-it is the only good thing his father has ever given him. Jk he doesn’t credit his father for shit and somewhere in this universe there is room for his father to go to jail. Its already happened, and he’s sure he’ll have to tell his new friends at some point, but not now. He doesn’t wanna

-anyway his tattoos are beautiful. And all botanical

-they all have little scientific names nestles between the branches and stems, it dips below his clothes line, but they’re gorgeous

-pretty much everyone wonders why the fuck he doesn’t show them off, but he shrugs

-“I do, just not. here.”

-he likes to be recognized for his OWN work on his street, by his shop. Not for the work that’s on him

-aang is very excited and begs him in that way where you don’t REALLY have the option to say no to come look at his flower shop

-zuko does, its very pretty

-sokka pays attention to all the flowers and colors he likes

-color was hard. Zuko only does blackwork, how is he supposed to know which color flowers to give him?

-if he ever asks zuko out. Which he’s gonna at some point, because aang may be happily oblivious (or is that just his own way of playing the game? Sokka never knows) but katara is onto him and he has a limited amount of time to ask before katara does it from him

-they meet at the shop, the whole gaang, but this time everyone shuffles out early to leave the two dumb boys alone, and sokka asks to walk zuko home

-“idiot! You’re supposed to take him OUT not HOME”

-but the walk is nice and sweet and then, sadly, too short

-but sokka does make it a habit

-eventually he gives zuko a package and dashes away after their walk

-its a picture frame, with a bunch of pressed flowers, collaged in with snippets of poetry. zuko can tell they’re from different books, because the sizes and kerning and fonts are all different, and that’s a nice touch of detail

-when he looks them up, he finds a couple of them are from plays, not poetry books, and he binges the plays

-it also comes with a note from sokka that says “you get what I’m saying, so just. Text me if you wanna talk about it”

-he does text sokka

-they go out on a very nice date to a restaurant that ISNT owned by zuko’s uncle, and then go out on many more dates after that

-aang is always happy to give sokka discounts on flowers. sokka’s favorite thing to do is (have aang) make bouquets up of the flowers zuko has tattooed

-(Occasionally, when he gets The Zuko Bouquet, he tells aang a new flower to add to it. aang doesn’t ask, but he does smile. He’s very happy for sokka)

-(turns out zuko’s entire back is covered in tattoos too. sokka is going to lose his mind)

#zukka #headcanons #flower shop au #tattoo shop au #my writing #atla

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wavbleu · 4 years ago

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Rodrick heffley: Keep quiet

tw: possession and degrading

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"I cant believe she would do that to you!" you say with a short giggle, you look at Rodricks adorable face and my smile grew bigger knowing that the only time hes genuinely happy and laughing is around you. "I was so totally shocked when she bit me, my dick hurt for like the following week." He stroked his fingers through his semi-short hair and continued on his painful story on how he lost his virginity.

You and Rodrick have been talking for 2 and a half months now, you and him have an extreme connection despite the fact that you are totally opposite. You like to wear softer colored clothes and get good grades in school, and Rodrick well... doesn't. He doesn't give a shit what people think or say about him and just goes the way he wants to, Thats what you've always adored him, you were jealous of that.

Sometimes you question how your friends with a guy as corrupted as him.

But when ever you converse the words just spill out of you, it actually feels like hes engaged and actually willing to hear more and learn about you. You've never experienced anything like that before. Speaking that most of your exes just used you for sex.

Whenever your around Rodrick, you feel like yourself. What ever you are scared to be in front of everyone else you show it to him and he strangely accepts it. Obviously, you would even consider him your best friend or 'pal' But lately ... the way he touches you isnt very 'pal-like' . Although it may seem like something small, he would massage your knee and work his way down your smooth thigh, stopping right before he reaches your inner thigh; slowly massaging that area and leaves you wanting more of him.

It could be when your hugging and he lowers his hands from your waist to your hips.. Stuff like that may not seem large but it speaks louder and clear that theres sexual tension in the air.

Rodrick finished up his tragic v card story and you both giggled, Rodrick then abruptly stopped laughing and his once loud laugh turned into a snarky smile. "What's with the smirk." you say smiling nervously not knowing what he will do.

"Are you a virgin?" He says, "Nah." You respond back to him. "Ive only had sex with 2 people though."

Yea you weren't a virgin (at all) but man when you had sex it was just beyond awful, terrible. Butterflies grew in your stomach as you watched him bite his cheek in amazement.

"Wow, Little miss Y/N getting freaky in the sheets." he teased, you droopily looked down at your swinging feet hanging off your bed and sighed before admitting, "Well it wasn't exactly good.. if fact it was absolutely dreadful." , "Well i wanna hear this to see if its just as bad as mines."

You adjusted yourself to lean against the white headboard, looking at Rodrick who was seated at the end of the bed. You wrapped your arms around your pillow and started reminiscing on how you lost your virginity at the ripe old age of 17.

"Well it was a party that was at some random guys house.. gee I dont even remember his name... I think it was like tony or something like that.","We were in this small group with other people in our grade, we were bored so we decided to play 7 minutes in heaven.." , "and it was my turn to spin the bottle, sadly."...

flashback

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(skip if you dont like the extra length.)

You anxiously spun the bottle, hoping that it would stop on your crush, Luke Hannington. The bottle spun and everyone watched in awe.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach as the bottle started to decelerate and fixate on a person.. tense but hopeful , you look up at the person the bottle focused on.

Luke.

You tried to hold back your sheer excitement and joyfulness, but it quickly came to a halt after seeing your crushes nonchalant, monotone, bored face. 'He was probably hoping for someone hotter' you think yourself pathetically.

Everyone sneakily snickered and whispered in each others ears after seeing his disappointed face and disgusted eyes.

You felt like bursting into tears after feeling the way you did. You felt hideous.

"So ill set the timer, the closet is on your left sweetie." The host said, obviously trying to hold back her sneaky remarks until you get in the closet.

He quickly gets up and speed walks to the closet, you followed, fondling your fingers and biting the skin off your lip.

You got to the closet, atleast he was sweet enough to hold the door open for you.

You sat down on the carpeted floor, hassling all the jackets and coats off of you. Luke frantically searched for the light so we can actually see in this closet and took a seat after.

He closed the door and minutes later you heard it lock from the otherside, "Begin, lovebirds!"

The only thing that began was the pure awkwardness and his uncomfortable glances. "So um.." You tried to start a convo but failed at it miserably, nothing you were doing was working, he would always give this stupid uncomfy look or mess with his collar. You were milliseconds away from kicking the door down and leaving this stupid party.

"Im sorry." he said noticing your frustration, "I dont think your ugly or anything.", "Ive had sex before, but not with strangers."

Stranger. Neat.

Tension arosed in the closet after he asked out of no where, "Have you ever been fingered before?" ,"I think im a pro if i say so myself."

You nodded your head no, "Im a virgin..","Ive always wanted to though.." You tried to say seductively hoping to make him hard. "Open your legs." He sternly demanded, you obeyed and did just that.

He pulled off your cotton panties and felt you up and down, then awkwardly slid a finger in. You gasp surprised, hoping he would've given more foreplay. "Um.." You moan as he fingered you in an accelerating pace , rubbing your left lip thinking it was your clit.

You felt second hand embarrassment for him, Luke Hannington doesn't know where the clitoris is?

You were drying out and getting turned off by his loud grunts and heavy breathing, actually thinking he was doing something. "Somebody lied to this man.." You said in your head. "No way do i actually have to fake an orgasm for this psychopath to stop."

You prepped yourself and tried replicate the girls off of pornhub, "Oh yes!" you moaned as you shook your legs frantically, a smile grew upon his face as he went faster. "Im gonna-" You dramatically puff your chest up faking an intense orgasm.

He stopped and swiped the sweat off of his forehead, "Good right?" , "Great, i bet you i wont even be able walk straight!" You moan, you cheesily snapped your fingers and giving him finger guns to throw him off your awful acting. The timers alarm rung, "Finally." You thought to yourself.

You stood up and walked out of the closet just fine.

You got back to the group who were snickering and giggling like a bunch of pre-schoolers.

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end of flashback

"Bad but not as bad as mines." He chuckled competitively, "Whatever." You threw a pillow at him. "Ive been cursed with the spell "awful sex." ever since that night." You dramatically say, "Is that so?" , "No guy has been capable of making you cum.. making you scream?" His voice lowered, looking into your eyes with a hot confused look.

"Yea pretty much." You sneakily adjust your skirt so he can see your soft thighs and a sliver of your panties. The room went silent as he looked you up and down, examining your body and its crevices , he licked his lips struggling to control the urge to squish and carress your thighs. He quickly looked down hoping you didnt notice how long he was staring at your body, so hungrily.

"Hey um.. y/n" He said scooting closer to you.

Your breath became heavy and palms began to sweat as you watched him scoot in closer.

"Have you been feeling it too?" his soft deep voice lowering into a erotic whispering tone. "F-feeling what?" You stumble trying to think straight, his eyes were fixated on your lips, he wanted them badly.

"You know.." "The tension?" He slowly rubs your thigh with his huge hands, maneuvering them up your skirt but stopping right before he hit, you know what. You hated that. You nod slowly to his question.

"You told me you never came before?" He questioned, "No.. never." You responded back. He put a stray hair behind your ear, then smoothly rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Can i be your first?"

You nod needily.

Biting your lip before going in for a deep passionate kiss. He wrapped his hand around your waist , scooting you up onto his lap. His hands adventured up your skirt again , grabbing your ass and slapping it. You gasp at the loud sound it made.

"My parents are home Rodrick!" You whisper yelled pulling away from the kiss.

Rodrick continued kissing your neck and ear, gripping your firm ass cheek, not giving a fuck about what anyone says. Like usual.

"Baby i truly don't give a shit, just keep it down." He sternly said.

"Mmm ok.." You moan and roll your head back as he made out with that sweet spot on your neck.

He roughly pinned you down and kissed you more this time exchanging tongue. He pulled away from the compelling kiss leaving a small train of spit

He pulled your panties off smoothly and stared at the sight to see. "Have you ever been fingered before?" He jokingly teased giving a little lightheart to this hot and spicy situation.

He trailed his hands up and down your wet pussy, looking for that spot.

When he finally got his hands on it you let out a small gaspy squeal, "Its right here?" You nod, breath getting faster.

"Yes daddy right there please~" You cry out, "Daddy?" He smirks, He slowly rubs his fingers around your clit. "Im your daddy now?" Rodrick bites his lip, "Then i guess your my little slut then."

"Are you my little slut?" He asks you, he picks up his pace sending a small tingle down your spine, he giggled mischievously knowing that its gonna be hard for you to respond. You try to catch your breath but moans and shrieks keep cutting your words off.

"Are you my little.. slut?" He slipped in two fingers and fucked your tight hole and worked your g-spot, so much to a point where you had to grasp one of your plushies to keep from screaming. "Alright I guess ill have to make you say yes."

Your eyes roll back as you felt his mouth attach to your clit, swirling his tongue all around your sensitive clit. For the first time you actually wanted to cum..

"I think im gonna-" You bite into a pillow to cover the loud noise you were gonna let out.

Right before you were about to have an intense orgasm, he stopped. Edging you and all your senses. You whined like a little bitch.

"Shut the fuck up." He said unbuckling his pants, "Your gonna take this dick and your gonna like it, alright? alright." He said stroking his rock hard twitching dick before aggressively sliding in.

"My parents- ah-" , " I swear if you mention your parents one more time im gonna throat fuck you." He said in a pissed off tone.

He threw your legs over his shoulders and slid a pillow under you. Rodrick continued to fuck up into you, hitting that one spot again, and again, and again; and just to torture you, he rubbed your clit you were experiencing bliss, euphoria.

Rodrick swiftly took your legs off his shoulder and spread them wide open so he could get a deeper fuck, "stupid slut your legs are trembling." , "You really like me fucking you hard, hitting that spot just perfectly even when your parents are just sitting in their room ; feet away? " ,"Now when i ask this again, i want a response."

"are you my little slut?" He whispered into your ears, you moaned loudly and threw your head back, "Yes!", "Yes daddy, im your slut." ," I want your parents to fucking hear." He looked you deep in the eyes waiting for your response.

"Yes daddy im your slut.." You moaned loudly.

He grasped on your waist and pounded deep into you, the claps of your skin, the loud moans, at that point you forgot you even HAD parents.

He kept fucking into your tight cunt relentlessly, hitting every single spot perfectly. Humanly impossible.

"Cum whore i know you wanna." Rodrick says, you open your mouth but no moans come out.. that was it . You were actually gonna cum... Your legs began to shake and tumble , it felt like a large sneeze but in your stomach. "Im gonna-" You could barely get out.

You released yourself onto his cock, "Fucking hell." He said as he couldn't bare to last any longer. He pulled out of you and came onto your tired cunt.

"Damn baby." He groaned putting his softening dick away. "was it good?" He hopefully said, "It was amazing." You responded back excitedly.

That stupid curse is gone, yay!

Everything was good until you heard loud footsteps seconds away from your door.

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Authors note:

This is a pretty long story but i actually enjoyed writing these ones, rodrick was my first story on this book (and my most popular) so you know i had to do the mf again🙄 pegging and femboy kink coming soon⚠️

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bliembo · 5 years ago

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Midnight Escapade

Oswald x MC

/i wanna do CRACK to get rid of the shame/

the pp write it

how to write smut

im scared, this is my first time writing a lemon so…

OK NH but breeding season… hide

nswf warning

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It is late at night when you wake up, tumultuous sounds stirring you awake. What could be so important at this hour, you ask yourself. Deciding that you won’t be able to go asleep before everyone calms down, you get out of bed and head to the hallway. When you open the door you see a flurry of hasty servants running around. You manage to stop someone as they pass you by.

“Hey, sorry to bother you, but what is happening?” The thought of some kind of war starting again lingers in the back of your mind. Were there still things you didn’t know about Nightmare? The woman looks at you, eyes wide, before uttering: “the young masters… how do you say, they are troubled.”

You stand there, baffled. What does that mean, you think to yourself. Before the servant can continue with her hasty tasks, you manage to hold onto her arm for a little while longer. “Are they alright,” you ask her. She pulls a face, seemingly surprised at your obliviousness. “Miss, that isnt-” she is cut off by one of the higher ranking servants. “Meredith, where are the damp towels?”

You are not put at ease at all, could there be something wrong? You decide to go and ask one of the guys. You know just who to ask, Oswald is always pleasant to talk to. You start making your way to his cabin. As you get closer, all the while looking out over the flowerbeds before you, you begin to make out a rustling noise as you get closer. You start to walk faster, wondering if something has happened to Oswald. You are about to knock on his door when you hear a shrill gasp from the other side. Halting you stare at the door, only to feel more and more compelled to open it.

You push your weight against the decently heavy wooden door, hoping to finally find out what is going on. Just then you feel the door being closed with a massive force, slamming into your face. “Ouch,” you mutter, rubbing your forehead. “Oswald,” you pause,” it’s me, Y/N. Are you okay?”

The only thing coming from the other side of the door is heavy breathing. Now you’re really worried, he might be wounded again. “Oswald, please tell me you’re okay,” when you once again get no answer from him you place your hands on the door again, “please open the door.”

Finally you hear Oswald call out, not in his normal voice but a more hoarse one. “Please,” there is a pause that lasts a few seconds,” Y/N you have got to go back to your room.” You scrunch your face in confusion. “What, why?” you immediately ask him.

He lets out a frustrated huff, which is unlike his usually patient self. “Listen, Y/N, you aren’t safe with any of us for now.”

“Come on, Oswald, you guys are by no means dangerous to me. I trust none of you would even want to hurt anyone,” you say while rolling your eyes. Things were making less and less sense. “A servant in the estate said you guys are in trouble,” you pause. Correcting yourself you add,”that you guys were troubled. What is going on?”

Oswald lets out another aggravated puff of air, indicating he didn’t want to be in this position. “This is so embarrassing, why do I have to explain it,” you hear him mumble. “There is this thing,” he starts but then decides to explain is differently. “Have you ever noticed how some animals,” he pauses again and gulps loudly,”how they start to act differently during certain times in the year?”

Your mind starts rattling, trying to connect the dots. “Like how they lose their coats in the summer?” Oswald practically huffs out hot air, “no,” he says without any patience left. “No not like that at all,” he runs his hand through his hair while his other hand is still placed on the door,” they act different during certain seasons, they pair up.” When you don’t answer him, confirming whether you understand or not, he almost screams out,”They fuck, Y/N, they fuck!”

Your eyes go wild, “oh,” you mutter. “So,” you ask, still not seeing how that is important right now. “ For fucks sake, Y/N,” Oswald bangs his head against the door, “learn to read the room.” He inhales deeply, “we do that too, demons and angels, go through heat.” He says the last part softly, embracement keeping his voice in check, but you heard him loud and clear. “You can hear his breath is laboured, almost pained with restraint.

A blush creeps its way onto your cheeks. Your mind plunges into the metaphorical gutter. “Oswald,” you start, “can I help?” You add, your voice soft and your hand clasped over your mouth. You really did want to help him, he seemed to be in a lot of pain. Oswald stays quiet for a while before breathing heavily and stuttering out a quiet “Y/N…”

“I mean it, Oswald,” you say as you become more certain of our decision to help him. “Y/N, I’m not like humans,” he says, “demons are stronger than that.” He trails off, “I don’t think it’s safe.” You gulp, your mind in the dirt and your heart skipping several beats, “I really don’t mind.” You sit with your back against the door and look up at the sky, “I trust you, Oswald.” You think of all the times he explained gardening to you, or handed you flowers and told you about their uses or meaning.

You hear the door creak open, suddenly, and fall back. With your back on the floor, you look up to see Oswald towering over you. His face, which is wearing a strained expression, sweaty and glistening in the moonlight. His shirt is undone stightly, which most likely happened while trying to get rid of the heat radiating off of him.

You hurriedly get up, slightly embraced by your fall. As soon as you stand to your feet, you feel Oswald’s arms snake around you. His grip on you is immensely strong, but it isn’t restricting your breathing, yet. You feel him bury his head in the crook of your neck as he takes a moment to stay that way for a while. He shakes slightly as he takes in your smell.

You allow your hands to move up his stomach, to his chest, wanting him to go further. Suddenly his lips are on your neck, kissing and biting away. Your back collides with the wall as Oswald continues to move his lips and tongue over your neck. He forces your head to the side as he starts to kiss along your jaw. Then your eyes meet and time seems to slow down. His red eyes portray a mixture of lust and fear. He must still be scared of hurting me, you think.

You move forward and lock your lips with his. For a second Oswald freezes, only to melt into you. The kiss continues to increase in intensity, until Oswald kicks the door closed. The noise makes you jump into him more, which only gives him an easier time picking you up. Your legs wind themselves around his waist, neither of you disconnecting from the kiss.

Oswald makes his way to his bed and allows himself and you to fall onto the soft mattress. Oswald once again moves to your neck. Then he removed himself from you, looking down at you. He quickly starts to undo himself of his shirt, nearly ruining it completely in the process. When he places his hands back on the bed, each on either side of your head, he takes a moment to look you into your eyes.

You move your hands over his torso again, feeling the muscles under his skin move as a reaction to your touch. Oswald grits his teeth and takes this as an invitation to unbutton your top, only to get too frustrated and rip the last few buttons off entirely. You giggle slightly at his impatience, so unlike him. His eyes shoot up to meet yours again, reminding you of an animal closing in on its prey. His hands now moving over your abdomen. His fingers hook around the hem of your pyjama shorts before sliding them off, leaving you in your underwear only.

Oswald’s hand moves up to grab at your jaw, moving your face to the side as he kisses your temple. His other hand glides its way up from your thigh to your chest. His calloused fingers take your nipple in between them, rolling it making you arch your back. Your chest pushed flush against his, making Oswald unconsciously grind into you. He was already hard. You blush when you realised this.

You decide on your next action, moving your hand down and cupping his member through his pants. He let out a guttural growl, grinding himself into your hand more. He bites your neck all the while still pushing his dick into the palm of your hand. Suddenly he pulls back, only for a short while in order to remove his trousers, throwing them across the room. He moved back into place, this time placing his hand over your clothed sex while connecting his lips to yours again.

He smirked into the kiss and started making stroking motions with his hands. You gasped into the kiss, moving your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers into his hair. You tug slightly only to hear Oswald softly moan into the kiss, he pulls back and looks into your eyes while biting his lip. You take this moment to once again move your hand over his crotch. Oswald moves to grind into you again, but you hook your fingers around the hem of his underwear.

His member soon sprung free from his underwear, making Oswald sigh in relief. You feel his member in your hand, his skin is warm. His entire body seems to radiate an unnatural amount of heat. Must be a side effect of this breeding season thing, you absentmindedly think. You move your hand over his tip, feeling his precum on your palm, Then you let your hand glide over his shaft, unable to close your hand entirely around him. You look up to see Oswald with his eyes shut tight, his head next to yours. His ragged breath hits your ear accompanied with the occasional moan or grunt.

“Oswald,” you call out in a pant, he immediately opens his eyes to look at you curiously. “ Stand up please,” you ask him. He looks at you quizzically, but complies. You guide him until he sits on the edge of the bed. When he finally realises what you are planning on doing next he grabs a fist full of your hair. This time it is his turn to guide you, moving you to your knees.

You lock your eyes with his. Looking at him you doubt he is experiencing any thoughts at all anymore. You place your lips over his tip, letting your tongue glide over him. You watch as Oswald shivers before using his hand, tangled up in your hair, to bob your head the entire way down. You feel him hit the back of your throat and tears spring to your eyes from the unexpected sensation. You start moving your tongue around while he sets the pace. You use your hands to rub the remaining part of his shaft your mouth can’t fully reach. He abuses your throat for a while. You feel him pick up the pace, starting to get dizzy from the sheer force of him bobbing your head. Finally he thrusts his hips up to meet you halfway, holding you in place there. You swallow around him and he cums directly into your throat.

You let his member fall out of your mouth, only to see it still fully hard. Oswald doesn’t waste any time in picking you up and plopping you on his bed again. He once again climbs on top of you, kissing along your jawline. “Y/N,” he mutters into your ear, lettings his hand fall on the hem of your underwear. Fiddling with it he continues “can I,” he trails off. You nod quickly and he makes quick work of removing your last item of clothing, throwing it aside carelessly.

You can feel Oswald’s tip being positioned over your sex while he once more starts to nibble at your neck. He draws in a sharp breath, which is the only warning you get before he completely thrusts himself into you. You arch your back as you try to adjust to his size, but he doesn’t give you a lot of time to do so. Oswald almost immediately begins to thrust in and out of you, sometimes pulling all the way out while other times only pulling halfway out only to thrust himself completely into you over and over again.

“Fuck,” Oswald breathes into your ear before biting down on your neck again. He starts to quicken his pace all the while growling while his teeth are still clamped down on your shoulder. You feel your skin break under the pressure, drawing blood to the surface. Oh uh, you vaguely think somewhere in the back of your mind. Oswald’s body stiffens and comes to a complete halts as soon as the iron like smell of blood hits his nose, making you let out a small whine as everything comes to an abrupt stop. Soon you realise how Oswald’s demeanor has changed, you can practically feel the aura of the Reaper now.

He lifts up his upper body, detangling from you slightly, only to flip you around while he is still inside you. He pushes your head into the pillow below you, “more, more more” he almost whimpers into your ear. “I want to see more, way more,” Oswald snickers as he begins to pump into you again. “Show me,” with his hands still around your neck pushing your face into the pillow, Oswald begs. Then he begins biting your shoulder, your back and the nape of your neck. Leaving tiny puncture wounds all over. Once some blood has collected on top of your skin, Oswald quickly starts to lick it off.

Although it hurts, you realise it only adds to the pleasure building up ever so slowly. You find an angle at which you can still draw in some breathe and you greedily suck in all the air you need. Meanwhile Oswald’s pace is starting to quicken again, even harder than before he thrusts into you. You feel your eyes roll into the back of your head while you feel Oswald lose the rhythm of his thrusts. Both of you drawing near to your release. Oswald starts to growl uncontrollably while you let out lewd sounds of your own.

Oswald attacks your bruised neck one more time, biting down hard, causing you to come undone completely. You tighten around his dick which sends Oswald over the edge. He grabs your hips, holding you in place while he unloads everything into you. You feel him loosen his bite on your shoulder before he goes completely limp on top of you, almost crushing you in the process. You can’t even move from under him, so you lay there with him still inside you.

This might be for the best considering the Reaper came out, you think before dozing off as well.

#nightmare harem #nightmare harem oswald #nightmareharemmc nightmare harem fanfic #fanfiction #fic #fanfic #otome fanfic #n/s/f...w

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solasan · 5 years ago

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dagmar brosca for otp meme !!

ask me abt my ships !!

1. who pulls the other closer while sleeping?

probably zevran ? dagmar’s not a very cuddly sleeper, and she sorta sleeps like a rock, so he’ll roll over in the middle of the night and just tuck her into his side

2. how do they wake up next to each other? ex - tangled in each other’s arms? is one falling off the bed? etc.

yeah, usually dagmar’s tucked into him somehow. once or twice she’s woken up w either his hair in her mouth or his elbow in her face and she’s like babe. babe wake up. why are u like this

3. what movie do they watch when they both had a bad day and just want to turn off their brains for a little while?

a thriller of some kind probably. zevran likes to try and guess the endings, and the fast pace keeps dagmar occupied and out of her head, which she likes

4. who picks something up, says a pun with the object then laughs as if it’s the funniest thing they ever heard?

zevran !!!!! he doesnt do it that often tho. dagmar’s initial reaction is like. her eyes are laughing, but her face is blank as stone. zev always says it again, once or twice, his smirk spreading, until she huffs a laugh and looks away

5. how do they hype one another up?

dagmar has a kinda fucked up image of herself and her appearance for a lot of reasons, and she has a lot of trauma around her own ??? sexualisation ??? i guess ??? so if zev is hyping up her appearance, he learns to do it gently, teasing her lightly abt her pretty eyes or tracing her casteless brand very sweetly. it’s adorable

she like... doesnt hype zevran up in the typical way. shes very matter-of-fact abt her thoughts abt him --- which are all very positive, dont get me wrong, he knows she adores him, shes just not big into verbal affection --- so she’d maybe be like “u kno i think ur hot. shut up” LMAO. if hes ever like. in need of being hyped up shes like “u got this obviously why is that even in question”

6. when one of them gets a new outfit, how does the other react?

zev’s always like ‘is this new ??? it looks ravishing, do come take it off for me mi amor’ even if it’s like....... such a ridiculous higgldy-piggldy outfit. like she can be wearing armour made up of three different types of armour and hes like WOWZA

he once starts wearing a shirt cut to show his entire fuckin chest and dagmar’s like ‘not that i dont appreciate the view but is that rly practical ??? ur gonna get stabbed. idiot’ but otherwise she wont rly react ???? shes not big into fashion lmAO

7. who tries to playfully scare the other person and who always knows where the other person is?

zev does it sometimes. hes very good at sneaking up on her, too. but it’s small scares; he doesn’t try and massively freak her out ever. theyre both probably very aware of where the other is, all the time, bcos theyre protective and wanna look out for each other

8. when they grocery shop, what is one section they love to playfully mess around in and why?

zev will mess around in every section, tbh ???? they’ll both mess around in the spirits section and do impressions of Very Serious Wine Critics in the wine section

9. when their partner has a bad day, what is something the other picks up to try and make their day a little better? ex - fast food, flowers, a punny card, etc.

dagmar brings him pretty, shiny things. usually jewellery of some sort; gifts are her love language, and she knows he loves that shit, so she’ll bring him a lot like ‘pls cheer up i love u’. on the other hand, zev knows she hates that kind of waste of money, so he’ll do little things to cheer her up; bring her flowers, or offer to do one of her chores around the camp, etc

10. who runs up and hugs their partner while the other catches them?

dagmar isnt generally the type to throw herself at him, but when theres been times shes been very worried abt him, she’ll hurl her entire body his way in relief. once or twice, shes done it when he’s been injured, and hes like i love u but ow

11. what song reminds them of each other?

any time dagmar hears a bawdy tavern tune she thinks of him. usually he tries to drag her into dancing w him when those are being sung. theres a few ballads that make him think of her, too, probably; slow, sad, but oddly beautiful things. and also once she’s died, there’s obviously songs abt the hero of ferelden, so he hears those and tries not to cry :)))

12. who presses their nose against their partner’s cheek before kissing them?

dagmar 🥺 shes rly soft w him. she’ll also kiss his nose and the tattoo on his face all the time

13. what small quirks do they love about each other?

idk if this counts as a ‘quirk’ but zev rly loves the way she smells ?? which sounds bizarre but shes very comforting to him. she smells of rain, sorta, and sometimes blood and sweat, but also a little bit like pansies and just.... that undefinable smell of a summer night ??? he loves it

dagmar rly loves the way he smiles when hes half-asleep, bcos it’s teasing, but it’s soft in a way he only sometimes is when hes fully conscious. it’s just like.... gentle and loving and warm, and it makes her feel very light and safe

14. who accidentally snorts when they laugh and that makes both of them laugh harder?

dagmar !!!!!! the first time zev makes her laugh so hard she snorts hes literally blown away tho he has to take a moment to stare at her. but then he joins in

15. what are somethings that they do for one another because they know their partner hates it? ex- do the dishes, phones to make an order, talks to sales clerk. etc

zevran will help her take her tent down, bcos the higher bits are a lil hard for her, given her size. she gets so frustrated w it that hes like “ok let me do it”. dagmar will stitch up tears in his clothing bcos he’s less than brilliant w a needle, not that he’d ever admit it

#abelas #answered #ch: dagmar brosca #god this is SO late #thank u so so so so much for asking tho meg !!!!! ur a star

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asrasotherbottom · 5 years ago

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First, I hope you get all the support and love you deserve dear. ^^ You are FANTASTIC! Second, I am clinically depressed with high anxiety. How would the six handle someone with those qualities? The fretting and low, days where you want to disappear, worrying that no one really cares it just an act?

Thank you!

I’m writing this based on my experiences and the experiences of those close to me, and i 100% understand those aren’t universal. and my interpretations of the characters are not Law or universal. I just wanna say blanketly, that I hope youre doing alright and that you also get the support and love you deserve and that you are safe. Content warning for suicidal ideation (that feeling where youd rather just not exist without like A Desire to act), anxiety, depression. Under a readmore so please take care of yourself and don’t click if you might be negatively effected by reading about this also its long as hell.

Suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386.

Asra:

- His heart literally aches with you

-Brings you tea in bed for days that you cant leave bed either because depression or because anxiety

-Will sit with you for hours just so you’re not alone, even if youre feeling awful.

-Cares 50000% less about the shop than he does about you, and if youre having a bad brain day he will just lock up and sit with you and hold your hand.

-Will encourage you to get out a little if you can, maybe for a nice walk in the woods to collect mushrooms with him because sometimes getting out and doing something helps.

-Is good at finding secluded secret ways to get around bc fuck people.

-He’s bffs with Muriel so hes pretty good with dealing with self loathing and anxiety already.

-Asra i think has a really good response to the “nobody cares and its just an act” because his magic mark will just glow when he puts his hand over your heart and its really hard to argue with “made a deal with the devil to resurrect you” if the argument is “nobody actually cares” and that was 100% his choice and hes not afraid to tell you that.

-Can, will, wants to, just ramble at you at length about how much he loves you and exactly why and will spend hours refuting your arguments which is tiring but maybe helps you feel a little better by the end.

-If things are just So Bad? If you want to disappear? he’ll nap with you just to be close to you and keep you safe.

-Will bring you to his oasis to walk around and help keep you safe if you really just want to disappear and he’ll try to cheer you up there which is admittedly mostly just pointing at tiny weird magic bugs and stars (but at least your body is safe).

-Deep deep down he’s still the person who brought his mom a button when she was sick so he’ll try anything to cheer you up. Faust too.

-He’ll even talk to Julian to see if he knows anything or anything to ease your pain a little.

-Will sit and just Listen to all your pain and be just Present for you.

-He loves you more than life itself and will definitely be receptive to anything you say about things that might help.

Julian-

-Extremely similar hat.

-But goddamnit if you made HIM feel better about being alive and worthy and deserving of love, he is absolutely going to return the favor.

-Anxiety? he knows all the back alleys to avoid people

-Doesn’t mind staying home from the rowdy raven to sit with you if youre too anxious to go.

-If you need a small dark quiet place to be alone and calm down? Hes got just the place (the hole at maz’s and he’ll even come in with you if you want because it makes you smile to see you both try to cram in there)

-Depression or anxiety making food hard? Some of maz’s soup will fix you right up.

-You find him in the middle of the night pouring over medical texts about depression and anxiety, looking for anything to help you at all.

-He’ll sit up with you on nights that you cant sleep because of anxiety or because youre just too sad.

-He’ll definitely lay in bed with you while you cry.

-He found someone who truly and entirely loves him and he will cling to you for dear life, and tell you all the things he loves about you whenever you need or want to hear them.

-He probably is gonna try a leech at least once.

-Brings you to the docks at night because its calm and peaceful and away from everything.

-After his upright end he definitely learned the importance of a support system and isnt afraid to enlist it to help keep you happy and safe.

Nadia-

- Shes extremely concerned that someone who lights up her entire life can be so sad.

-But shes not about to sit back and do Nothing.

-She can and will cancel any event or meeting if it means she can sit in bed with you and hold you while you cry or if her presence with you soothes some of your anxiety.

-She’ll bring you to her contemplation tower if you need a place to just get away from everything thats making you anxious.

-Will also bring you to the magical realms to help keep you safe and help cheer you up.

-Enlists the finest doctors that she can find if you’d like.

-She’ll take long baths with you where you two can just sit in the hot water and you can cry while she strokes your hair.

-If you feel like shes just faking her affections towards you then expect a bit of a surprised scoff followed by a 4 hour powerpoint presentation about every single thing she loves about you and how you make her feel

-You feel like youre not good enough? “I’m the fucking countess and i could have had literally anyone in vesuvia or beyond but i want you”

-Will pick you up and spin you if she sees you smile because shes just so happy to see you happy.

-Horseback riding as a way to help clear your head and escape anxiety is a given.

-Shes really attentive to making sure you stay fed, in fresh clothes, and bathed, even during bad depressive times so that it doesnt pile on to your bad feelings.

Muriel-

-If not same hat then EXTREMELY similar hat

-Lives in the forest so hes all about that avoiding social anxiety life.

-If you ever feel unsafe Inanna can and will lay entirely on top of you.

-Feeding chickens and petting inanna as anxiety relief for both of you.

-He’ll definitely hold you against his chest or with your head in his lap while you cry if you need it.

-Muriel hates seeing you sad, and doesnt always know exactly what to do or say but he’ll make you eggs all the time to make sure youre still eating when youre sad.

-Will remind you that youre like the only person hes ever truly let in to his heart and he doesnt want to lose you.

-Will also remind you that he gave you the myrrh voluntarily because he….wants you to remember him. hes never wanted to be remembered before. he never asked for it back.

- He really empathizes with wanting to disappear but he doesnt want that when hes with you and he wants to work hard to help you feel the same way with him.

-Long quiet walks in the forest together.

-He’ll take you stargazing and tell you all the things he loves about the beauty of the forest and the stars…and you.

-Big Hugs for Big Sads

-Enlists asra and nadia’s help if he feels he needs it, but he cares about you enough that he’d willingly seek out help for you.

Portia-

-Yeets pepi at you Like A Football.

-”Peep?? Peep Peep”

-Youre gonna feel better if it kills her.

-Gardening to help with sadness, touching dirt always helps. She’ll spend hours with you in the garden, helping you create like beauty with your hands.

-Chase the goddamn cockatoo with a broom to make you smile.

-Enlist’s Maz and Maz’s soup as well.

-Helps you find secret passageways to hide in when your anxiety is too much.

-Too sad to leave bed? Portia will carry you and your blanket.

-Is having none of that “oh what if you dont actually love me” business. She’s super used to Julian’s self loathing and depression that shes moved on to slightly tougher love.

-She loves you and shes going to keep telling you that and shes not going anywhere.

-She gets soft when you cry though and will cling to you for dear life and not move for hours.

-”How dare you talk about the person i love like that” - Portia, to you, when you talk about reasons you hate yourself.

-Cries with you though.

-Doesn’t like when she has to go to work when you’re in a bad mental space so shes asks nadia for you to have just a nice room in the palace reserved for you that you can lay in so she can come check on you during the day.

-Shes great for bad anxiety days because she has no problem doing social interactions for you. The thought of going to buy some herbs brings you to tears? No problem, she has no idea what herbs shes buying but shes Gonna Do It.

-The strength of Portias hugs is liable to just squeeze the depression right out of you along with also your internal organs probably.

Lucio-

-”How can you be depressed?? You’re dating ME, the COUNT! ……….Can I help?”

-He definitely tries to use his sex appeal to lighten your mood, it probably works sometimes (or at least gets a laugh out).

-Gets extremely startled when you cry but holds you tight against him.

-Cancels meetings, cancels plants, cancels the entirety of the Vesuvia if he has to in order to stay in bed with you when youre having a bad depression day.

-You can cry into M&M’s fur as long as you’re not wearing any makeup :P

-Gets worried and hides the pointy tips for his gauntlet.

-Absolutely having none of the “nobody really cares and its just an act” hes the COUNT! He could have anyone anytime he wanted! You were the first warmth and compassion he felt in years! The first person to really actually love him for /him/! he gets way more emotional than he plans to but he feels very strongly about this

- 4 hour powerpoint presentation on all the reasons hes into you

-Tries really hard to find material things that will help your mood. Gold? Silk? Furs? Sweets? Watching fistfights? Anything?

- He knows what its like to really disappear and hes not about to let that happen to you.

-He’ll never admit it to anyone but you but hes clinging to you with everything he has and he will work tirelessly to help support you.

-”Will petting my hair help you relax”

-Ropes Julian, Nadia,and Asra into things to help you, but they dont mind because its You theyre helping really.

-Anxiety? “Oh don’t worry, I’ll make /sure/ all eyes are on me” it maybe doesnt help exactly as intended but watching him be ridiculous eases the tension a little.

-Deep deep down he knows in his soul Deep Sadness and it makes him surprisingly good at supporting you.

i hope this was what you wanted!!!!

#Anonymous #nadia #julian #asra #muriel #portia #lucio #the arcana #depression #anxiety #mine

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softforcal · 6 years ago

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hcs for going on tour with poly!cake ??? x

-meeting them while they were writing Youngblood at a party somewhere and instantly hitting it off with both of them

-just such great connection off the bat that you all exchange numbers and Luke even makes like a group chat for the three of you to talk because you hit it off so well

-going and hanging out with them a lot

-getting to be the luckiest person fucking ever because they’re really excited about the album and show it to you before it’s even out

-so… i feel like in the past, guys in the band have definitely been sexually attracted to the same girl before, like that shits bound to happen

-but they both actually adore you and want something more?

-and they’re best buds and bandmates so they have this long talk about Polyamory and if they’d be down for it

-so much research on polyamory

-they decide they’d be down and all thats left is to talk to you about it

-being invited over to Cal’s place like any other normal day

-Cal has cooked something great for the three of you and you’re all hanging out, talking, laughing, with music on in the background

-”so you guys are going on tour soon huh?” you say finally.

-the thing is they both knew they were going on tour but they hadn’t even factored that into the whole poly thing? so they’re both sitting there like idiots and Luke’s just like “you should come. as our girlfriend.”

-you and Cal both almost choking on your food

-”sorry what?” you ask. Luke looks like a fish out of water so Cal slips in like “we both really like you. and we’d both really like to date you.”

-”so like Polyamory?”

-the three of you get talking about it and you end up talking for hours

-the sun goes down and you’re all cuddled there talking about it and playing music and before you know it the sun has come up again

-the general consensus is that you’re all going to give it a try

-”but no matter what, we want you to come on tour with us.”

-these two soft boys would miss you way too much if they went without you

-so of course you say you will

-”holy shit its morning!” you have to be somewhere so you scramble to the door, turning to hug your boys like you always do

-Cal’s arms wrap around you and his lips press into yours, his firm and warm embrace keeping you there as his tongue gently explores and you grip his face with your hands

-he finally lets you go with a lazy grin

-you turn to Luke and then he’s grabbing your face and kissing you, he’s softer but still amazing

-pulling away from him kinda flustered and being like “okay well i have to go now.” “bye Princess.” “talk later.”

-you leave but keep kinda looking back at them because wtf and they both just grin and wave until you’re out of sight

-”that went really well.”

-so you begin dating these two and things go so well and before you know it, it’s almost time to go on tour

-the three of you all helping each other pack

-”hey Y/N, have you seen my MAINE shirt? really wanna bring it. ” “oh yeah, it’s at my place, i’ll throw it in my suitcase for you.”

-”Y/N you’re bringing that really cool highlighter right?” “of course i am Luke, and i even went and bought you one so you don’t have to steal mine anymore.”

-the three of you somehow fitting into the back of a cab to get to the airport because you’re all just so in love that you can’t bare to have one of you sit in the front seat like an actual adult

-Ashton and Michael met you at the party the first night you met Luke and Calum and they’ve met you a few times after that but this will be the first time you’re like actually with them for a long period of time

-you, Cal and Luke roll up to the airport all holding hands and giggling and in love and Ashton and Michael are just like “fuck, here we go.”

-you really make an effort to get to know them better from the start, standing in line with the group but talking to Ashton or Michael but one of your boys always gets kinda whiney about it

-Luke and Cal finally getting you to themselves for a bit and you’re like “guys, i’m just trying to get to know your friends, calm down.” and they both admit they’re being kinda needy

-”but what if you like Ashton more than me?” “its never going to happen Luke, don’t worry. i love you guys too much.”

-holy fuck dropping the L word just like that and they’re both shook

-Luke and Cal are actually just too shocked to even say it back right away

-but you know they love you too, so this time when you go over to talk to Michael they both are actually more chill

-getting on the airplane and oh no, the horror, there are only two seaters, no three seaters

-Cal giving in and taking the seat behind you and Luke but not before giving you the sweetest kiss ever and telling you he loves you too

-this prompts Luke to also realize he hasnt said it so he says it too

-you and Luke trying to talk to Calum through the space between your seats

-but then Cal’s like “i’m going to sleep.”

-so he sleeps and you and Luke talk most of the flight and listen to music

-Luke ends up falling asleep on your chest and Ashton actually comes over and is like “its nice that you’re here. they’d be wrecked if you werent.” “really?” “yeah, since the first night they met you they havent shut up about you.”

-its really nice to have a show of support from Ashton

-landing at the airport and you’re so tired that Luke carries you through the airport

-”there’s going to be a lot of paps, so you can hide your face against my back if you want.”

-definitely trying to be low key so you take Luke’s advice and hide your face in his shoulder

-its an experience to say the least

-Luke and Cal are super protective of you

-so any paps who are yelling things like “who’s the girl!?” or “show us your face!” get death glares from your boys

-letting out a sigh of relief at the hotel

-the three of you going to look at the city, all wearing hoodies that hide most of your faces so that you wont get papped

-definitely wearing one of Luke or Cal’s hoodies because yes please

-holding hands with both of your boys and taking all sorts of weird pictures of each other in your super odd outfits that consist of hoodies and huge sunglasses

-getting a call from Ash who is just like “i’m calling you being Luke and Cal don’t answer they’re phones when they’re with you but we need you all to come back to the hotel.”

-from that moment on, if anyone needs to get a hold of Luke or Cal, they know who to call

-being in a poly relationship on tour isnt the easiest thing seeing as most seats or beds are only really made for two people

-taking turns is a thing

-but also Luke is a bit more needy than Cal which Cal is chill with so usually you’ll sit with Luke (but you make it up to Cal later ;)

-lots of pre concert kisses

-always having glitter somewhere on your body from Luke lets be honest

-running your hands over Calum’s beautiful jackets

-taking so many picture of them being beautiful before a show

-Andy actually saying you have an eye for photography and Luke and Cal obviously really put their best foot forward for you when you have a camera so he lets you borrow his to take pictures sometimes

-there being an influx in Cake pictures on their instas because you take bomb ass photos of the two of them

-Luke credits you on one of the pics and suddenly the whole fandom explodes

-there being conspiracies that you were the girl on Luke’s back at the airport

-after one particularly amazing concert, Luke and Cal come off stage and they’re both super pumped and full of endorphins and they’re both just like “we want to make this insta official.”

-they’d been thinking about it for a while and even each have a photo of the three of you that is their favourite to post

-you quickly find your favourite (its easy because it’s your phone background)

-and you all make a post.

-can you imagine captions like “my two favourite humans” “more than enough love to go around.” “Have your Cake and eat it too” and that sort of shit?

-the three of you being all so pumped after posting that ya’ll gotta find a back stage room with a lockable door to just fuck because hot damn you’re on top of the world

-Cake sex is super passionate

-like they both feel things so intensely and they’re creative souls

-lots of groaning and clenching eyes and hands on skin

-yeah pre and post concert sex is a thing for them (this is just a thing in general tbh)

-Ashton and Michael having both walked in on you before

-trying to fix yourselves afterwards but its so obvious ya’ll just fucked because Luke’s glitter gets everywhere

-trying to wipe the glitter off Calum

-the fandom being super accepting because its obvious how happy Luke and Cal have been the past few months

-always managing to steal some sort of clothing from one of them

-”i love that you guys give us so many roses.” Luke says on stage one night, “would you guys mind if i give one to my and Cal’s beautiful girlfriend Y/N?”

-this fucker calls you on stage to give you a rose while the rest of the band teases the shit out of you three

-”see this looks cute now, but you guys don’t have to deal with this shit 24/7.” Michael tells the crowd

-singing with these two is a dream

-Calum opening up and showing you and Luke the lyrics in his little book he keeps

-going clubbing and having super sexy dancing with these two because what a fucking dream team

-Calum likes to mark up your neck a lot i feel

-one (if not both) of them almost always goes out with you to see the cities you’re in while on tour but a few times for some huge reason they can’t be there so you go out with Ashton or Michael

-they both really like you because of how happy you make Luke and Calum

-the fandom making huge memes about Mashton being a thing now because Cake became legit

-your name coming up in sound checks all the time

-they take you out on super cute dates and when they get recognized you’re down to take pictures of them with the fans and they love you for it

-so Ashton being Ashton totally came up with a ship name for the three of you and made an instagram with it as the handle before ya’ll came out as a poly triad so that when you finally came out, you would have your own instagram

-posting so many cute pictures of the three of you on it as a record for yourselves but obviously getting a shit ton of followers

-Andy even sending you pictures he’s taken of the three of you for that insta

-like, especially Calum likes to keep more personal pictures off his actual insta so this is a middle area that he’s cool with

-sharing a tour bus bunk with one of them and usually someone wakes up during the night and misses you so you switch bunks

-going to sleep with Luke but waking up with Cal because he missed you during the night

-trying to be sneaky and have sex on the bus but it never works because you always get caught, or there isnt enough space

-but so much unconditional love

-is Cake my new favourite ship? are ya’ll seriously making me put Cashton into number 2 with all these amazing Cake requests?

#calum hood #calum hood smut #calum hood x reader #luke hemmings #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings x reader #cake #poly #poly!cake #5sos #5 seconds of summer #hc #softforcal #cake 5sos #5sos cake #tour

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pr0sciutt0 · 5 years ago

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just gonna answer some more anons about the plus size reader stuff below the cut so i don’t clog up the dashboards of all of u lovely followers and then regular service will resume!!!!

Anonymous said to pr0sciutt0:Yay!! Im so excited! Thank you for being willing to write for poc! Readers and im excited to read the fic you linked! As a plus size girl myself, Whenever I read fics where the reader is I cant help but feel more confident about the parts of me Im self conscious about. Also im so glad you write with us in mind ❤️❤️ and Ive got even more admiration for your work! That anon must not realize most fics are small figure based 🙄 im sure they can get over it. They were being rude.

representation is important!!! i have life experience of writing for characters with dysphoria and chubby characters and lots of others so seeing them represented makes me feel happy, and i’m glad i can do something for other ppl too!! just pls remember that i am white and i may very well fuck up so pls do not be afraid to call me out!!! <3

Anonymous said to pr0sciutt0:Oh geez, there's plenty of reader fics I don't read because they don't apply to me (like of a specific gender or sexuality) but I just skip them and move on. There's still plenty of stuff out there! I also don't like going into detail about Reader's physical appearance, unless, like you said it's specifically asked for.

bird meme “i am uncomfortable when we are not about me???”. i like to write vague stuff so as many people can connect to it as possible! that’s why if i get an ask that’s very obviously for someone’s o/c or whatever i prefer not to answer it bc i want my content to be enjoyable for lots of people!!!

Anonymous said to pr0sciutt0:Ive read your terzetto fic about a million times and even though its about a chubby reader you still dont describe the body THAT much like???? Anon just say you're fatphobic and move on

and its like. specifically THAT chapter. the body praise self-conscious chapter. i havent reviewed the others in a while so there might be more bigger readers but like, not all of them?! i try not to over-describe even for plus size reader’s bodies bc people carry their weights and stuff so differently! haz and i wear the same size in clothes but we carry our weight differently in different places so we look different!! i want people to Relate!!

jojotrashcan said to pr0sciutt0:Nat!! I just want to thank you for including a chubby reader in your works! As a certified fat gal (tm) it’s hard to identify with works of fiction, and it’s nice finally having something that reflects my body type! So just like a huge thank you from me! You know this already but I love and appreciate all you do for this community, and it always disappoints me to see someone send hate to some one who works so hard for us! Keep your chin up b/c I appreciate seeing diverse fiction!

i love u!!!! idk if i’ve mentioned before but what i want to do when i eventually Get Better At Not Letting My Mental Illness is work in a publishing house, specifically a YA imprint bc i’d like to make a push for more diverse heroines in ya lit!!! (i also wanna WRITE diverse ya heroines but u feel me, one thing at a time)

Anonymous said to pr0sciutt0:So God forbid someone write for different body types and races I low key just glaze over some fics cause you can tell who it's for even just with little hints of the body or skin type. Can't a girl a plus size girl be loved too by her fictional favorites :(

no . . . fat people . . . MUST BE UNHAPPY. ONLY WAY.

bubbleu said to pr0sciutt0:Let also include the fact that if in most even kdramas , anime, or any type of tv show or movie if it's a big girl she usually ends up having to lose weight for guys to even like her or even look her way so how dare people be inclusive in fics for fictional people you do you boo I'm happy you're writing for anyone literally fuck that puto

these people are not happy that i’m like a size 18 and my fictional boyfriends still love me. its SO RARE to find a fat gal character where her desire to lose weight isn’t a driving character force. and its always always always framed as a good thing. nobody addresses the original body dislike and just says “WOW IM SO GLAD YOURE NOT FAT ANYMORE” like that isnt gonna leave a lasting scar on the person’s psyche i just

Anonymous said to pr0sciutt0:F the hater, all my big ladies deserve to fantasize about their hot JoJo spouses too!

this is a BODY POSITIVE space. chubby gals and guys and nonbinary pals. skinny gals and guys and nonbinary pals! hyper femme, hyper masc, androgynous, ones with body hair or traditionally ugly features or visible disabilities or scarring or anything - ur jojo spouses love u

Anonymous said to pr0sciutt0:Anon mad that fat people enjoy stuff smh

local anon unhappy that they have found one fic that is not about them

babyybitchhh said to pr0sciutt0:Anon is an entitled ass and I implore you not to let that message get to you. As you said, mentally replacing words to better match your own physical descriptors is super easy but considering that you’re writing these scenarios for free, no one has the right to complain anyway.Like, at the end of the day its still YOUR writing even if your fulfilling a request and the author will always have final say on the finished product. Consider only writing chubby/fat reader from now on tbh ; )

i am pretty much usually imagining a chubby reader or a reader who looks like me. thats why i do it!!!! i honestly just cant imagine going into another writer’s ask and being like “hey you have given me this piece of backstory about this fic you wrote and i HATE IT, IMMEDIATELY DENOUNCE IT???

#nat.txt #fatphobia for ts///#i promise this is (probably) the last post!

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doctormage · 5 years ago

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i rly like that post i just reblogged (abt getting ‘unstuck’ by going back to the decision you were trying to make) and i think its a very good tactic but the real bitch is most of my executive dysfunction catastrophes do not start that way

usually im overwhelmed by the fact that whatever it is i need to do isnt one (1) thing but many things. its not just a shower, which in and of itself could take like 5min if i tried real hard. i gotta wait for the water to get hot, i gotta decide if i wanna shave & add like 15 more min to my shower, i gotta detangle my hair when the conditioner is in it, i gotta moisturize once i get out, i gotta put more shit in my hair and wait for it to dry, i gotta find what clothes i wanna wear once my body has sucked up all its lotion, and then i gotta brush my hair once its mostly dry and figure out if i want it to be straight or wavy until the next time i wash it. that is SO MANY THINGS and if i gotta get ready/pick out regular clothes/put my face on? fuckin forget about it man. it was already a 35min ordeal at best but having to Actually Get Ready? nah

same w cooking. i have to compile a list of all the ingredients, figure out WHICH kroger im gonna go to, drive there & get my groceries as fast as i can bc i fucking hate grocery shopping, figure out what order to do the recipe in, heat shit up, SO MUCH WASHING AND CUTTING AND CHOPPING, mixing & heating w the constant fear im gonna fuck it up irreparably, and then the fucking DISHES?????? fuck no!!!!!!!!

with laundry its the sorting and the folding and the figuring out where shit goes, with schoolwork it’s a vast and convoluted hellscape of not knowing what the fuck to do but knowing i have a SHIT ton to do, with grading it’s the fact that i have 60+ of these godforsaken papers which take 5min each if not more to read and evaluate, with cleaning its the sweeping AND the vacuuming AND the mopping AND the putting shit away AND the trash AND the recycling AND the sorting AND and ANd And AND and ANdDDDdddd

not to mention that my anxiety follows me in all things so when deciding what kroger to go to, i have to go to the one that i went to less recently or else they’ll think i’m a freak that grocery shops 3x weekly. if im trying to order food same thing, i dont want them to know i JUST got something from them like a lazy fuck. anxiety over doing my assignment wrong/not getting it done in time, over unread emails, over being late to something, over the food i cook coming out shitty, over someone being mad at me. these all make my decisions way more fuckin complicated than they need to be

and then on TOP OF THAT if im going thru a depressive episode then its just not getting done. even if i cut my shower routine down to like 15 minutes tops, i just cant move. even just fucking like. microwaving leftovers is “Too Much” like bitch what??? stupid. even when im not having an an episode my energy levels fluctuate SO drastically for NO fucking reason that i may have a weird manic hour-long cleaning binge and then completely run out of steam before i get to the kitchen or the bathroom and cant do anymore. or i’ll go down a weird research rabbit hole when doing schoolwork and im so burnt out by the time i emerge that i cant even get any actual required work done

anyway my brain is literally hell

#ignore me #jus externalizing #by which i mean this was gonna be a 2 sentence post and turned into an essay #oops!!!!!!!!!!!#p #adhd #do/nt reb/log lol #thx #also yes i typed this instead of doing schoolwork OR cleaning OR doing laundry LMFAO

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Carly & Ali

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Carly: goldie's gonna b too sad to play unless ur sister steps up her comforting tho Ali: fun Ali: or manhunt Ali: and not a fate I'd wish on anyone, that Ali: he can be on our team, stop him pouting too hard Carly: let him hunt u & he couldn't be happier Carly: even if i offered to take off clothes each time i got found Carly: but you want his boy bestie to find you yea Ali: so telling Ali: Lene would have a field-day Ali: ain't no one's prey, baby Carly: nah hes urs Carly: sweet enough to eat Ali: nah Ali: no one's sweeter than you 🍓🍯 Carly: aw Carly: 🐅💙 Ali: I mean it Ali: you be captain, you pick Carly: cos u havent tasted him yet Carly: u pick & then tell me whos sweetest after Ali: do you want me to or don't you Carly: u wanna Carly: he does Ali: I'm asking what you want, though Carly: i want you to have fun Ali: I am Ali: with you Ali: you don't need to worry Carly: its k & so am i Ali: promise? Carly: ur cute & u dont need to worry Carly: hes just a lad Ali: I know he is Ali: like I knew he'd be a good fit for this trip, that's all Carly: idc if u wanna fuck him on this trip or when we get back is what i mean Carly: u can like him if you don't like him as much as me Ali: I don't like anyone as much as I like you, Carls Carly: is that a truth or a dare? Ali: it's the truth Ali: I don't need to be dared into nothing Ali: I want you Carly: u wanna make me cry i reckon Carly: being 👼 Ali: not even Ali: like you said, if either of us wanted to go there with anyone else, it's a bridge we'd cross as and when Ali: I'm not gonna do anything behind your back, trust me Carly: u don't have to Carly: u can do anything u want Carly: not ur ex Carly: cute as she is its v intense Carly: im letting ur wings stay open Ali: you don't have to be the anti-her, you know Ali: just be you Ali: I care about you, what you want and what you think, just tell me that always Carly: ha what would the anti her b? Carly: ur sister mayb Carly: or drews Ali: either way Ali: not what I'm after Ali: 😬 Carly: idk drews sister is cute Carly: & hed b so mad about it Ali: world's most confusing boner, you mean Carly: 😂 Ali: not looking to blow either of their minds Ali: again, in his case, of course Carly: he's the cutest when he don't know what's happening Carly: like a baby 🐕 Ali: if I was being a bitch I'd say that was always Ali: but I've already wounded his ego too much today Ali: bless him Carly: ha Carly: never heard a boy scream w out being touched Carly: learning things this trip Ali: 😂 Ali: stick with me, babe Carly: 🏫 Ali: not 'til Monday Ali: 👎 Carly: im not gonna go Carly: say it was 👽 Carly: snatched for being this sexy soz Ali: good thinkin' Ali: if they're too squeamish to ask about sickness and diarrhoea, they ain't gonna deepdive into probing, like Carly: or 👻have taken over my body Carly: brb after the exorcism 😈 Ali: shame we ain't kicking it catholic Ali: they'd do it for the fun of, beats a normal day of Carly: @ my gma Carly: shes 😢💔 i dont want jesus inside me Carly: he's too nice like Carly: not my type Ali: could always go for Judas Ali: #hotfriend Carly: o true Ali: plus Iscariot is an amazing last name so Carly: baby we gotta get divorced rn Ali: 💔 Carly: dont b sad Carly: ill b back w a great name u can take Ali: hold you to that, girl 💍⛓ Carly: u can Carly: i love u more than any biblical figures Ali: even Mary Magdalene? 😍😍😍 Carly: dont tell her Ali: keep it between you and me Carly: 💙👼 Ali: you're so cute Carly: you're cuter Ali: nope Ali: I 👑 you the cutest Carly: aw Carly: if it goes to a vote youll win tho Ali: nah Carly: yea Carly: ur sister & ex dont like me Carly: the boys like u more Ali: they ain't got the good taste I do Carly: thats putting yourself down! Carly: they all love u Ali: but I love you Carly: i love u Ali: let's go be alone Carly: yea Carly: shoo the 👻s away for us baby Ali: 🔫🔫🔫 Carly: my hero Ali: you know it Ali: not to be my ex about it either Carly: she did rescue me too first night ever Carly: & shes not that bad Ali: 😒 why don't you marry her Ali: 😉 Carly: too straight Ali: 😂 Ali: we'll show her how straight you are Carly: she invited now? k then Ali: maybe not SEE then Ali: hear Carly: if she hears they all will Carly: sure u want that? Ali: let's deliberate Carly: what does that mean? Ali: that we're gonna start and then I'll see how I'm feeling Carly: o Carly: thats a dare isnt it Ali: if you're up to it, baby Carly: u kno i am Carly: & i can make u be louder than me Carly: if u wanna double dare it Ali: you know I do Carly: yea Carly: i can 👀 Carly: ur eyes r really blue & ur cute face is really pink Ali: it's the 🔥 Carly: nah its me Carly: hotter Ali: not gonna disagree Carly: not what i want u to say Ali: go on then, you 👀 Ali: what do you wanna 👂 Carly: more fun to make it happen Carly: if i tell u course youll say it to be sweet to me Ali: okay, let's play then Carly: where? Ali: don't think we'll be able to stop Marlene coming through if we desecrate her car so Carly: so cute Carly: take our chances w the dead then Ali: you aren't scared anymore, are you? Carly: ive got u to protect me y would i b Ali: and I swear, all treats Ali: or you know, the fun kind of tricks only Carly: ive missed u so much Carly: ur here i kno but scooby gang r too Carly: & yea drews the 🐕 Ali: 😂 omg too real 'cos Caleb is clearly Shaggy Ali: you can be Daphne, babe, I'll allow it Ali: but we can be alone all day Monday, yeah, I promise Carly: which 1 is the hot nerd cuz if its ur sister thats awks boo Carly: soz she loves me if she's the scarf wearing fashionista still tho Carly: ur ex coulda got away w it if it weren't for us pesky kids 😠 Ali: we'll let Meena and her duke it out who wants to be who Ali: I'll have to be Scrappy and I'm not even mad tbh Carly: aw ur that cute Ali: 🥊 Carly: thats y id go anywhere w you even ur exs car Carly: so safe w my baby Ali: always boo Ali: I've got you Carly: hold my hand not cuz im scared Carly: dont let go til u have to Ali: that's a challenge isn't it Carly: if it feels like 1 ill have to b that bitch & throw ur 💍 @ u Ali: 😂 Ali: you know how holdable you are Carly: dont leave me yet k Carly: its so loud in my 🧠 & 💙 how much i dont want u too Ali: I'm not leaving you ever Carly: im not saying u gotta promise me so hard Ali: but I am Ali: 'cos I'm not Ali: I love you now, no matter what Ali: I'm gonna be here for you Carly: i kno u mean it Carly: ur 👼 energy is always around me now Carly: but he's a nice lad who likes u thats not coming around much so don't forget Ali: I'll try not to take that personally, babe 😜 Ali: but I know what you mean Carly: do u cuz being w u is like its still summer @ a party where pretty girls keep telling u ur pretty & the lads who r rides wanna get u drinks & u kno every song thats playing Carly: like being high but w out chasing it or any of the shit u have to do to get 💊 Carly: & it lasts the comedown dont get u Carly: idk its hard to explain cept ive never met anyone like u cuz there isnt Carly: but theres girls & lads same as me everywhere Ali: baby Ali: that isn't true and you've given the proof right there Ali: you've got a poet's soul Ali: you're so special and you don't even know it Ali: that makes you more Carly: ur really magic Carly: im sorry Carly: dont b mad at me Carly: or sad Ali: I'm not Ali: why would I be Ali: like ever Ali: but especially right now Carly: idk Carly: i wasn't ur go to girl for pranking every1 Ali: not because you did something wrong Ali: not because of anything Ali: if I thought about it at all I was just trying to involve everyone, you know Ali: make sure everyone's having a good time Carly: jk 👼 baby i kno ur intentions r pure 💙 Carly: y ur 👑 leader Ali: okay you got me back then Ali: 💚 Carly: ha im full of tricks & treats Ali: 😏 come show me Carly: k

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