#roudys work

[roud-y]

i am simply in too deep

disregard my abhorrent handwriting

[halfbloodfics]

hi I’m not sure if anyone has asked for something like this but how about a dark and possessive snape, he walks into the great hall for dinner and sees reader all happy and talking to Remus lupin so he gets jealous and angry fucks reader 😭(sorry I get if this is weird)

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Title: R U mine?

pairing: snape x female prof!reader, established relationship

18+ minors dni for the love of god.

cw: harddom!snape, rough sex, face fucking, choking, hair pulling, degrading, spanking, finger sucking, angry sex, threats of voyerism but no voyerism, begging, threats orgasm denial, ownership kink, slight breeding kink, fluffy ending, lil bit of aftercare described/rest of it implied

disclaimer: this is certainly a more rough smut than the other ones i've written. in ALL my writing, i always write with the intent that the actions of both characters are fully consensual, informed and desired. in this smut in particular, consent is explicitly given, but it is also provided before hand. i always write with the idea that characters boundaries, desires, safe words etc have been previously discussed. while smut is fun to read, extra care needs to be taken irl with hardcore sex and more rough kinks. consent, boundaries, and safewords are important xox

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Severus had had a day, to say the least. He'd spent the previous 6 hours dealing with students and staff who seemed to be more interested in causing disturbances than their academic pursuits. Needy colleagues, roudy students and a quite literal physical fight between two first year Gryffindors.... Not to mention the never ending pile of papers on his desk that he had barely put a dent in, or the looming reminders of Dumbledore's plan creeping into the back of his tired mind. Severus had had, a day.

He found a quiet relief in the idea of spending the evening, alone, with his partner, you. Even if the past six hours had been excruciating, even if he still had more work to do today and the next day, and even the day, hell weeks, after that, at least tonight he could be by her side.

His gaze softened at the mere thought of it, walking down the long, stone corridors of Hogwarts down to the Great Hall.

A dinner. That's it. He thought. A simple meal, eat a few bites, take a few sips of wine, pretend to be at least somewhat listening to the small talk around. And then peace, finally p-

His thoughts trailed off as he entered the Great Hall to see you there. His brows furrowing once again, not at the sight of you, looking as gorgeous as ever, your hair down, dress hanging perfectly off your body. Not at the stunning smile on your face, the scrunch of your nose as you grinned or he rise of your chest as you laughed; not even at the fact that it wasn't him eliciting such a response.

No. It was the fact that the man who was, was none other than Remus Lupin.

His jaw clenched as he approached, waiting for the moment you so graciously would decide to pay attention to your own partner instead of the bloody werewolf beside you.

When he was steps away from his seat, you turned, face lighting up even more at the sight of him. His own expression was stoic, unmoving as he his gaze remained almost harshly on Lupin as you kissed his cheek in greeting.

With the food appearing before you, the three of you took your seats. Severus to your right, Lupin to your left, you in the middle. You began to cut into your food, continuing the conversation you had been having with Lupin before Severus had entered; blissfully "unaware" of your partners clenched jaw, his hardening grip on the fork as he began to cut a little harder into his food.

Your head tossed back in laughter once more, Severus could feel his frustration mounting. He picked at his food as you continued with giggling, counting down the minutes until you'd be excused.

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It was late at night when you finally knocked on the door to Severus's chamber. The short grunt of acknowledgement on the other side prompted you to enter. You closed the door quietly behind you, taking off your coat and hanging it on the hanger.

"Hi, love." You spoke softly. When you didn't hear a response, you turned to look at him, really, look at him; and that's when you noticed the look in his eyes.

Leaning back in his chair, Severus sat with his arms crossed in front of his chest. His black hair hung slightly in front of his darkened eyes, the look in them akin to something you had rarely seen in him before.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the quick snap of his fingers shut you up.

"Now," He spoke, his voice low, "Now you come to me. Now you decide to grace me with your presence."

Your lips still parted, your brows furrowed in confusion, you spoke: "Sev? What-"

"How was your dinner?" He asked through gritted teeth, leaning further back in his chair as he fingers drug into the tight dark fabric of his sleeves. "Or, should I say how was the conversation? I wouldn't know, considering I was hardly a part of it."

You open your mouth to speak again but he cut you off.

"Do you want to know, the day I've had?" He murmered, his voice low, "Do you want to know, the shit... I've put up with?"

You let your lips close again, feeling the heat in your abdomen grow with the dangerously low sound of his voice. You both knew how much you liked when got like this... The possessive, darker side that you'd pull from deep within him if you wanted to. And you knew, that you certainly had wanted to. Why else would you laugh so loudly, at Lupins jokes, right beside Severus? Why else would you choose to ignore the clench of his jaw as he sat still beside you? You both had had countless conversations on the nature of this jealousy. On the boundaries of it, on the dangers, on the pleasures... And Severus knew exactly what pleasures you liked.

You stared at him from across the room, feet planted firmly in place. His gaze hardened as he watched your blank expression remain unmoving.

His chin tilted down only a little more, just enough for the dim candle light to cast dark shadows under his eyes. His anger dancing clearly upon his face now, he spoke, his voice a dangerously low hiss:

"Do you want to know, how I had been waiting, yearning, a single ounce of relief from the burdens thrust upon me? The promise of sitting beside my girl? Seeing her smile for me?"

You stayed frozen, completely transfixed by the look of barely restrained rage on his face. Unbeknownst to you, the pace of your breathing had quicked, air entering your lungs in quick trembling gasps.

The beginning of an apology threatened to spill out from your quivering lips, but it died before its escape with the raise of his finger.

"Do you know, " he hisses, his voice dripping in rage, "how it feels, to see my girl, giggling like a little slut with one of the men I depise the most?"

Something fluttered in your chest, the heat growing in your abdomen with his degrading words. You parted your lips again to apologize, or maybe to protest but-

"You don't." He hissed, a loud, seething whisper.

His darkened gaze lowered, tracing a dangerous path down your trembling body.

His gaze flicked back up to your eyes and your breath died in your throat at the wild, primal rage that seemed to swim within his eyes.

"No." He murmered, his voice nearly dropping an octave. "But you will."

Your stomach dropped, his eyebrow twitched: "Come here. Now."

You didn't even think to disobey. You closed the distance between where you stood and his desk, making your way around the stack of scattered parchment to stand in front of his chair.

Severus, however, had other plans.

With one swift movement, he rose from his chair, his firm hand tangling itself roughly in your hair, forcing you to your knees.

You gasped as he gave your hair a firm tug, forcing your gaze up at him. His hair was a mess, chest rising and falling drastically wiith each breath, as if it was taking every ounce of physical strength in his battered form not to absolutely pounce on you. His pupils blown, brows furrowed as he gritted out through clenched teeth: "You want this?"

You nodded, the heat pooling between your legs, thighs subconciously rubbing together as you looked up at him, seeking friction.

He grunted, gripped your hair tighter and you let an audible gasp splip from your lips. "What's our safe word?" He hissed.

"Asphodel." You whispered. Your voice came out a breathless, shaky sound.

His right hand slipped from your hair, fingers now roughly gripping your chin, forcing your lips to part further. In an instant they were slipped inside, roughly caressing your tongue.

You gasped, gagged for a moment on the unexpected penetration.

"Little slut." He spat. "Choking on that already?"

You whimpered, lips closing around his thick fingers as you began to lightly suck, coatiing his digits in your saliva.

Severus's jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring slightly at the sight of you on your knees, looking up at him with those wide eyes. He roughly yanked his fingers from your mouth, gripping your chin and forcing that helpless gaze up higher.

When the beginning of another apology formed itself on your tongue, his voice silenced it imediately.

"Silence. I do not want to hear a single thing from your filthy lips except for you gagging and choking on me."

You swallowed, nodded.

Fuck.

Your panties were absolutely soaked now. You were sure it was enough to soak the floor beneath you. You could certainly feel it wetting your thighs, the dull ache of your clit throbbing as you looked up at him.

His right hand went back to gripping the back of your hair tightly, his other hand roughly tugging at the buttons of his trousers, unzipping, reaching into his black boxers.

He pulled out his long, hard cock, your breath quickening at the sight of it as you mentally prepared yourself.

His grip on your hair tightened. "How do you tell me to stop?" He practically growled.

Your answer came out a shaky gasp: "Three taps."

He yanked on your hair, your lips parting to gasp and immediately being stuffed by the entirety of his thick cock. Gagging, you choked, hands instinctively coming up to hold hips and regain some sense of control. Graciously, he allowed it, too focused on roughly thrusting himself into your mouth to bother with your pointless grip on his hips.

Both hands now held your head as he roughly began to thrust into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size. Gagging, tears filled your eyes, obscuring your vision as you tried to look up at him. Giving up, you squeezed them shut, focusing on breathing through your nose as he took what he wanted.

"Open... Your eyes." He hissed, giving a series of particularly rough thrusts to your throat. "You're going to watch me fuck your face. See it's me, not your little friend."

Your eyes flew open with as you gagged to find his harsh gaze looking down on you. He continued to fuck your face mercilessly as your hands trembled on his hips. You could hardly make out the sharp features of his face as tears filled your eyes, your mascara spilling down your cheeks as he continued to use you.

He grunted, his breath coming in quick sharp gasps as both hands roughly held your head in place with each harsh, quick thrust of his hips.

"Not so talkative now, are we?" He grunted, continuing his brutal pace.

You whimpered, gagging, trying desperetely to breathe through your nose.

Focus. Inhale. Exhale. Relax.

"No." He hissed, his breathing rapid. "Finally using that slut mouth for what it's meant for."

You whined, panting through your nose, feeling his cock roughly hit the back of your throat with each painful thrust.

A low moan escaped his lips. "Not mouthing off to that fucking wolf. Not laughing at his jokes."

His pace quickened, if it was even possible. His breathing was becoming more ragged, desperate, his release coming on quick.

A low moan left Severus's lips. With this encouragment, you sucked harder, bobbing your head in time with his rough thrusts. A ragged gasp tore up from his chest, filling the air with the lewd sounds of his panting and the lewd, wet slapping of your face against his pelvis.

Both of his strong hand thrusted your head firmly against his hips, his cock now painfully pushed against the base of your throat as he held you still, firmly in place.

With a grunt, he came, his hot, salty release painting your throat. Gagging, you screwed your eyes shut as he held you in place, coaxing every last drop it down your throat.

"Swallow." He panted. "Swallow it. You pathetic slut."

When you had, he used his right hand again to grip the back of your hair and yank you off him and released you.

Air filled your lungs instantly. As if you had been drowning, you stumbled back on your knees, collapsing, panting against the floor.

For less than a minute, you stared at Severus's black shoes, painting as you tried desperately to catch your breath. When you were sure you would not pass out, you looked up at him, aware that you probably looked a mess.

He was panting as well, looking down on you with that same, seething expression. You knew it had not been enough. To fuck your face was not enough. You had really pissed him off this time. He needed more.

His voice came out through gritted teeth: "Bend over."

You tried to stand, but his hand shoved your head back down before it could rise past his hips. Looking up at him confused, you felt the realisation dawn upon you with a flutter in your chest.

"Here, on the floor?" You whispered. Your voice was softer than you expected, as if he had managed to somehow fuck your vocal chords.

His jaw twitched and you didn't dare to question him again. On weak hands, you shifted so that you were on your hands and knees on the wooden floor.

In an instant he was on top of you. His one hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pushing you down so that your face was flush against the floor. His other hand ripped off your skirt, the fabric tearing loudly.

A silencing charm was cast.

"You're lucky I have an ounce of mercy left for you after the stunt you pulled today. Otherwise I'd have let everyone hear all your pathetic little cries." He spat, hooking his right arm under your stomach and hoisting you up so that you were on your knees in your panties, your face still pinned to the floor.

Severus was often a slow lover. It wasn't pace, per say, but rather the amount of time he dedicated to sex. Majority of the time, your love making, whether on the gentler or the rougher side, lasted up to an hour, sometimes more.

That patience was lost on Severus now though, who, without even stretching you, pushed the entirity of his cock into you.

A sound that was akin to a yelp left your lips as you clawed at the floor, panting at the feeling of him stretching you out.

Severus hissed, gripped your hips with his right hand, his left still pinning you to the floor. "Dirty slut." He murmered. "Soaked just from sucking my cock?"

You whimpered, nodded, any shame having long abandoned you.

Barely having given you time to adjust, Severus began to thrust into you at a brutal pace. His hips slapped against your ass, the skin actually starting to sting with the force of his thrusts. He had never fucked you so feverishly, so desperately, like a man who was clinging every part inside him urging him to claim. As if your flirting with Lupin really was an act of slipping away from him, and this was his remedy.

Lewd moans flew from your mouth, whining, desperate sounds. Babbling curses, his name, repeated half stuttered words you knew he liked to hear. A chorus of whimpers ringing out across the luckily, silenced room.

Severus left hand weaved itself through your hair, grabbing it at the base and roughly yanking your head back. Only then did you feel the drool slipping down your chin and realised how absolutely lost you were.

His speed steady, he kept a firm grip on your waist, leaning in to hiss in your ear: "Fucking pathetic. Getting fucked on the floor like a whore." He delivered a hard slap to your ass, causing your body to jerk back against him. "And you like it. Don't you, dirty girl?"

The "yes" that came from your mouth was ragged and broken, a mix of a whimper and a cry that struggled to make its way past your quivering lips.

His hand shifted from your hair to your chin, gripping it tightly, pulling you back higher as he continued to pound into you.

"I said." Thrust.

"You like it." Thrust.

"Don't you?" Thrust.

Your nails desperately scratched at the floor, seeking something to cling onto. The combination of his words, his pace, his dominance... Everything you liked, desired, all at once.. It was going to send you over the edge shamelessly quick if you didn't get it together.

"Ugh yes!" You sobbed. "L-love it..."

The hand gripping your chin offered a light, gentle slap before his fingers forced themselves into your mouth.

"Suck." He ordered, continuing his rough pace.

You obeyed, eyes closing as you tried to focus on sucking his fingers despite the growing heat in your abdomen as he continued to hit your G spot.

You could tell by his ragged breaths, the way his grunts were becoming more frequent, a little louder, that he was approaching his climax as well. He moved, like he needed it. Like he'd die without it.

Severus bit down hard on your neck, with his fingers still in your mouth, hand still gripping your waist as he moved.

The cry that came from you was muffled with his fingers, which began to thrust, fucking your mouth in time with his thrusts.

"You think I want you strutting around this castle acting like a greedy slut?" He delivered a hard slap on your ass. "Like I can't control you? Like my cock isn't enough for you?"

You whimpered around his fingers, shaking your head, eyes shut in pleasure as your legs began to shake.

"Walking around like I don't own this fucking pussy?" He hissed. "Like I don't fill it up with my cum every night?"

You whined at his lewd remarks. Never had you heard Severus speak so crudely or curse so much. You'd discussed it, sure, expressed your interest in it. It wasn't a foreign, and certainly not an unwanted concept... But it had never... Been as intense as this.

The way he slammed into you, fucking you on the floor as he nearly hissed into your ear, hands clawing at every part of your body. You could tell he was trying his best to fuck some sense into you, while also convincing himself that you were his.

And certainly, you wanted him to know.

When his fingers withdrew from your mouth to wrap themselves tightly around your neck, you let out a loud moan.

"Y-yours.. I'm.. I'm sorry.."

He growled, spanked you again. "Are you, now? Sorry for making my shit day worse or being a pathetic slut?"

You cried out, the sound muffled by the squeeze of his fingers around your throat. "B-both.. Sorry.. Sev.. S-sorry.." You said shakily.

Severus bit down on your ear, his lips moving down your jaw, your neck, leaving harsh, stinging bites on the skin there.

He began to grunt, his black hair fell on your shoulder as he buries his face in your neck, holding you up against his chest while he fucked you roughly.

His breath hot and rapid, you could feel the faltering of his hips, the hitching of his breaths. He was close.

"You don't even deserve to come" He practically growled against your neck as he delivered yet another harsh slap to your ass.

Now this was an outcome you hand't considered. You had teased him at dinner, with a goal in mind. But being denied your orgasm? When it was so strongly building inside you?

"Please." You whimpered, "Pl-please.."

Another stinging bite on your neck. "You don't deserve it."

Your legs threatened to give out underneath you with the sheer force of how much your body had begun to shake.

Your heart nearly dropped as the possibility that he really would deny you your orgasm grew more likely. Desperation clogged your mind, shown through quick, harsh pants and whines that flew from your quivering lips.

"Please." You nearly cried. "I'm sorry.. I-"

Your apology was cut short by your desperate whine as he hips completely stilled. For what seemed like the first time in years, he was now completely still inside you, panting against your neck.

This was it. You thought. He won't let me. He-

Severus's fingers loosened their grip on your throat, that hand moving now to completely cover your mouth, muffling your surprised moan. He lifted his head from your neck, murmering in a low firm voice in your ear: "You'll come. But only because I need to that slut pussy clench as you milk me dry. You understand?"

Your stomach fluttered as you nodded quickly.

His large hand remained firm on your mouth as he began to slam into you again, somehow even harsher, faster, than before. You cried out against his palm, moaning shamelessly as tears of pleasure and pain began to prick your eyes.

Your legs shaking rapidly, you were practically limp in his arms as he held you up and panted against your ear.

"Mine." He growled.

"Mine." Thrust.

"To use." Thrust.

"To fuck." Thrust.

"To fill." Thrust.

Now completely shaking, you could feel the knot in your stomach coiling tighter, beginning to clench around him as he fucked you brutally.

Severus released his hand from your mouth, the room instantly filling up with the sound of your cries.

He yanked your hair back again.

"Look... at... me..." He panted, and you obeyed.

In his eyes you saw the pure, released lust and possession swimming within them. The furrow of his brow, the slight gleam of sweat, his parted lips...

It was enough to send you over the edge, You came, hard. The tsunami wave of pleasure wracking itself over your body. You nearly screamed his name, a breathless, torn sound as you convulsed in his arms

Something shifted, changed in those eyes before he closed them, burying his face into the grove of your neck.

"i... love... you.." He whispered, so low you could barely even hear it, barely even able to focus on it as your orgasm wracked your body.

With the clenching of your walls around him, his hips stuttered as he came. A near whimper was muffled by the marked up flesh of your neck as he thrust his hips into you a final time, coating your insides in his release.

For a moment, all the two of you could do was pant. He continued to hold you up against his chest for several moments until both your breathing had slowly gone back to normal.

Once he had regained some control, Severus picked you up, sitting down on the chair at his desk with you in his lap. With your head nuzzled into his chest, you allowed your lungs to fill with the familiar scent of his robes.

The same fingers that had penetrated and grasped at you moments ago tangeled gently in your hair, coaxing out the knots that had formed as he brushed it away from your face.

As your eyelids fluttered open, you saw him looking down at you, a soft, almost invisible smile on his lips, his black eyes gentle once more.

"Was that alright, my love?" He murmered as his fingers moved down to trace over the marks he had left on your neck and collarbone.

Nodding, you let out a soft hum.

"Did I hurt you, was I to-"

You cut him off before his fear of actually hurting you could weave its way into his mind any further.

"Perfect." You whispered, weakly. "You were perfect."

His brow relaxed slightly at this. The corner of his lip twitching up in a small, half smile as he gazed down at you in his arms. With a soft hum, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Come," He said, picking you up, "Lets get you cleaned up."

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this was the filthiest thing i've ever written. wowzers.

hope it was decent.

cheerio

xx

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[simpforsoap]

Monstrous Lovers- Part 1

Part Two Part Three

It was honest a shot in the dark when you posted that ad, not wanting to let go of your dream house quite yet. However, you couldn’t deny that it was getting harder and harder to make the bills by yourself. There was quite a bit of back and forth between sending the ad out or not, but after a simple post online, you felt it was a good deal, your best friend thinking you were crazy, but you posted it anyways. 

Roommate Wanted

1 or more bedrooms, separate bathrooms ranch styled home in the country. Rent 2500/month includes utilities (including, internet, streaming sites, and electricity). Message me if interested, application and interview required prior to approval. 

Bit about me: lone female, mixture of at home and in shop work, quiet lifestyle. No pets.

Text preferred if between hours 9 pm to 4 am. Thank you! (xxx) xxx-xxxx.

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Soap couldn’t believe his eyes, half blaming it on the tiring mission they had just finished and possible lack of food, but the ad seemed like a great deal. Maybe a little high in price, but he reread that ad three times before nudging Kyle’s shoulder. Gaz’s bleary eyes turned to look at him, half awake.

“What’s up?” his voice was filled with exhaustion, but Johnny paid it no mind (his own energy seemingly endless sometimes) as he turned his phone screen letting Gaz squint and blink a few times to focus on the bright screen. 

Soap waited for Gaz to look up at him with an eye brow raised before speaking, “check it out, she posted this two days ago looking for a roommate. Seems like a good deal, maybe a bit pricey but it’s not like we can’t afford it.” 

“I mean, yeah it’s a good deal and seems like a good idea, but…I don’t think ghost or the captain will go for it.” Gaz shrugged his shoulders, reading through the ad one more time, unable to deny the way his stomach seemed to twist with the idea of coming back to a home, not just the base. 

“I think they’ll agree when they see it.” Soap shrugged, reading through the ad again, even going as far to click into your profile and scroll through some of the public photos you had. 

Soap couldn’t stop the giddy feeling running through him as he waited for them to get back to the base, wanting to talk with Ghost and Price regarding this steal of a deal ad. 

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You were exhausted, after a long day of several interviews regarding the spare rooms you had, you were beginning to feel like you were gonna have to settle for either the roudy young couple in love, who happened to be expecting or the rather reclusive and silent male who you interviewed. They seemed nice, but you weren’t fully sold on the idea of one of them as roommates. 

As you sat in the cafe, a cup of cold tea sitting in front of you, you weren’t expecting your phone to ring. You sighed once before picking it up, “hello?”

“Yeah, I got this number from an ad for some rooms for rent. I wanted to know if it was still available and if we could possible tour it.” The voice was deep, a very slight hoarness to it that made you sit up a bit.

“Uh, yeah we can tour it but I would prefer to do a meet and greet first. I’m at the cafe on the corner of sullivan and market if you want to meet me here.” You glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing it was only a little past two meaning you could handle waiting around a bit longer.

“Perfect, we’ll be there in ten.” Before you could say anymore, the line hung up. 

You sat there for a moment, contemplating the risk you were running before deciding ‘what’s the worst that can happen?’

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You sat there playing on your phone, having ordered a new tea as yours had gone cold. As you sat there, you jumped when the chair in front of you pulled out, looking up quickly, alarmed before blinking a few times in shock. “Uh…can I help you sir..or uh..sirs?”

You looked up at the men, four of them as the largest of them sat in the chair. You could look at them and tell they were hybrids. It wasn’t uncommon in the area anymore of the hybrids, but you were a little surprised as they sat at your table, thinking briefly how you believed hybrids to stay with one another. The seemingly leader of the four, held his hand out, his lone dragon wing tucked tightly behind his back, tail naturally coiling around the leg of his chair to not take up too much space, “John Price, I believe we spoke on the phone earlier regarding the rooms for rent?” 

You blinked a few more times, watching the one with the mowhawk take a seat to your left, the other winged one sitting to your right while the one in an all black mask with his hood up stood behind John. “oh…uh right yes, sorry I…I wasn’t..” 

You trailed off, not wanting to sound rude, the one to your left spoke up next a small laugh bubbling in his throat, “no worries, lass! Name’s Johnny, but you can call me Soap, that there is Kyle, or Gaz if you wanted to and the one back there is Ghost. We seen your ad for a roommate or possibly more, we’re very interested.” 

You gave a small nervous smiling nodding as you looked at Johnny, then to Price and then Kyle and Ghost, “right, yes. I don’t know if I put it in the ad or not, but it’s a five bedroom ranch styles home, each of us would have their own rooms of course and their own bathrooms. Rent would be 2500 a month, which I know is a bit high, but I tried to throw in as much as I could with that as I could.”

Price nodded giving a small smile to try and put you at ease, “course. Now, the four of us would be the roommates, the price is not a concern at all. We are active duty, often in and out of the home due to work, but we want a place to come back to as home. Something a little more homey than the base is.”

You nodded giving a small smile, “of course, I understand that. I am a hair stylist so sometimes I have clients in home, but most times I work in my shop. I have no pets or anything, house sits on 20 acres of forest land, much of it has been untouched. I’m open to changing things on the property but I don’t want to adjust too much as I like the feel it has.”

You noticed the way Price seemed to take lead, “course, we don’t expect you to change for us love. Now, to get the elephant in the room out of the way, as you can tell we are hybrids. I personally am a dragon, Soap here is a werewolf, Gaz is a harpy and Ghost back here is a wraith. Would that be a dealbreaker for you? And it’s completely okay with being honest.”

You were quiet for a moment, thinking it over before shaking your head a bit, “no, it’s not a deal breaker. I’m not really sure how that works or anything but I’m willing to learn.” You gave a smile, trying to put them at ease, not seeing the way the four of them seemed to look between one another before nodding. “Now, would you like a tour of the house?”

Soap gave a large smile, showing off his sharpened canines, “Would love one lass.”

[lotusunique]

Cuts and Bruises

A.Aretas x BlackFem!Reader

Okay so I lost the comment that this was based off but they gave me the idea by basically saying “there’s something about a man bloodied and bruised looking at you like you’ve just hung the moon that does sum to me” and I loved it so here we are!

TW:Mild themes of SA! Mild themes of violence

Tonight was supposed to be fun. Tonight you were supposed to go out and hang with your best friends. But no. You were stuck working at this shitty bar you called a job.

You’d already had a terrible week as it was and now your dickweed of a boss had put you on the schedule. Not to mention this tight ass uniform was huggin all the wrong places.

“Get in and get out. Quick shift”,was all you managed to repeat to yourself through out your slow paced work shift. As you dried a shot glass you recognize a familiar face walk through the door.

The infamous Armando Aretas. He was a regular at this point. Often just coming in after he came from wherever he was. He seemed like the mysterious type so you chose never to pry unless you two were in deep conversation.

He walks over to the bar before opening his mouth, “I know, a jack and coke on the rocks. Lite”,you smirk over at him as he takes a seat. You quickly make his drink and head back over to him.

“I thought you weren’t gonna be here tonight”,he eyes you with a weird look. “Yea I wasn’t supposed to but here I am”,you grown. “Eventually I’m just gonna grow old and die here”,you shrug. “Well,let me know when that is, I’ll grow old with you in here. “, he gives a smile back.

The two of you casually chat until your coworker leans over to you, “can you help out at table 7, I’ve gotta hit the bathroom really quick”, she says before scurrying off to the bathroom.

“ I’ll be right back”, you advise Armando before turning to the table you have to tend to. You walk over to the table which happens to be a group of drunk men. Older maybe 40-50. Obviously they can’t hold their liquor as they’re highly roudy and the smell of beer is pouring off them.

“Hello, what can I get you today?”,You say in your customer service voice. “Shit are you on the menu?”,one of the men gives a deep laugh. You resist the urge to scrunch up your face, “our house specials are up on the board”, you point.

As you turn to show the specials, you feel a hard slap across your ass. You turn back to the men with so much shock across your face. You didn’t plan on loosing your job tonight but you knew you were about to.

The group of men sit around giggling as you put your server book onto the table near by and taking off your earrings. “Oh look, this bitch thinks someone’s scared of her.”,one of the men voices. Before you know it, your fist is flying clean across the man’s face. You prepare to take on all of them but when you look up, Armando’s beating the shit out of them all.

You didn’t know he’d been watching the whole situation unfold but you were happy he was. Within the next thirty seconds to a minute, the fight is broken up by nearby bar goers. The group of men scatter through the front door before you turn to Armando.

“C’mon let’s get you cleaned up”, you say before taking him to a storage space in the back of the bar. You nod over to a somewhat tall desk placed against the wall, “sit”. He gives you an “I don’t want to” look. “Sit.”,you say sternly, shooting him daggers with your eyes. “Yes Ma’am”,He smirks over at you, looking for the first aid kit you didn’t get the chance to see his sly expression.

“Found you!”,you say quietly excited to yourself. Armando gives you a weird glance. “You wanna judge me or you wanna get patched up”,You raise an eyebrow at him as you move towards him, standing in between his legs, meaning you tower him by a little. “You right you right. Patch me up Nurse Y/L/N.”,he smiles.

“Shut up”, you say pulling out an alcohol wipe to clean up a big cut right across his eyebrow, funny enough it’s right above his eyebrow slit. “I’m sorry. Does it hurt?”,you ask eyeing his response. “Not really. Just wanted to make you feel bad”,he looks up at you with a laugh. “You play too damn much”, You laugh, lightly shoving him.

“In a second I’m finna whoop your ass”, you laugh,still cleaning up the light bruises on his face. It was normal for the two of you to talk like this from time to time. Surprisingly one of your best friendships was with someone who just walked into your job one day. You loved that even when he was just in a fight, all bloodied and bruised he still was the finest man you’d ever seen in your natural born life.

“Shit I’m not opposed”,he smirks up at you. “Armando get out my face”,you laugh. “Thank you also.”, you say as you place a band aid on a cut directly on his forehead. “For what?”,he asks. “For beating up those Assholes”, you smile. “Hey I was just following your lead”, he laughs. “Where’d you learn to punch like that?”, he asks.

“My dad was a navy seal. Before he died he taught me everything he knew. So if you think about it, I’m kinda a killing machine. But I promise I use my powers for good”, you say as the two of you laugh.

“This is the most I’ve ever seen you smile in here”, you say noticing how pretty his teeth are. He really kinda is the full package somethings gotta be wrong.

“Wassup with you. I get a vibe but I don’t know the full story so I don’t know if the vibe I’m getting is right.”, you explain. “Well what’s the vibe you’re getting?”,he asks, intrigued.

“ Sometimes I think you’re feeling me then not so much. And it’s kinda like you’re this perfect package. Somethings gotta be off”,you shrug.

“You got a baby mama?”

“No”

“Multiple baby mamas?”

“No”

“Multiple babies”

“There are no babies involved”

“Okay… you a felon?”

*silence*

“Ahhh, ding ding.”

*silence*

“What’d you do? Im not judging I dated a con man once”, You shrug before he burst out laughing.

“That shit is not funny. He tried to steal my identity.”, you let out a laugh.

“Oh but to answer that wavering thought in your head”, Armando says before standing up. He pulls you into him before placing a kiss upon your lips. The kiss wasn’t hungry like you’d expected. It was soft and subtle. It made you wanna melt and you loved every second of it. “I want you. I just was giving you time to realize I was gon have you”, he brushes his thumb against your lips.

[viridescentelf]

Yandere Bard x Reader - a Dream come true

Universe: Baldur‘s Gate 3 or DnD

OC Character Elphael

hey y‘all

i wanted to finish this but I‘m suffering from insomnia so i will continue it at a later date. See it as the amuse-bouche for the actual smexy time.

Summary: your childhood, musical friend Elphael is madly in love with you, fantasizing about you in secret and planning to make you his. He finally makes his move and you’re curious to try.

Warning: 18+, explicit language, sexual thoughts and tension, making out, touching, obsessive behavior, dub-con

Read the previous parts here:

1, 2, 3

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A few days passed. The way you touched him, the closeness of your face that night… he had almost felt your illustrious lips. It had to be. You adored him, too.

He fell into his creaky chair, exhausted from the evening. The band had performed for a roudy group of knights, who kept demanding more songs and faster rhythms. They had been rude, making disgusting comments about both Elphael and you. His blood had been boiling to the point he almost broke his instrument. You had calmed him, explaining that he only needed to get through a bit more, before you scored a huge sum of money.

The drow questioned if the gold was worth the vitriol. Sure, it was more than usual. But their vile words swarmed around him, edging your sweet ones from before out.

He stared at his reflection through his fingers. They had confirmed his own thoughts again: he was gross. Debased. Ugly. His belief that you could ever love him too seemed like an old, distant dream. He stared at his hair. It was a knotted mess from the performance. His grey eyes wandered to the comb on his table, where long strands still lay tangled within it. He didn’t feel like taking care of it. Why bother?

You knocked three times.

Elphael sat up instantly, recognizing your pattern. His body shook. You were here.

“Come in?!”, he answered, straightening himself and searching for something to do when you walked in. He grabbed a make-up brush and held it awkardly.

You opened the door slightly, standing in the doorway and smiled gently.

“Hey. You alright?”, you were wearing your sleeping attire. Long set of loose blush pants and a black buttoned top. Even like this, you looked divine to him.

Elphael cleared his throat, realizing he had been staring for a bit too long without answering and putting the make-up brush back where he found it.

“Uhm… yeah. I guess.” He gestured for you to come in, the excitement welling up in his stomach. You obliged, closing the door softly behind you.

You approached him with a resting kindness on your face.

“Rough night, huh?”, you observed the way he was sitting, across the mirror, where he usually spiraled. You knew the stupid comments of the knights got to him.

Elphael tried to look elsewhere, but your eyes kept drawing him in. The tenderness in your voice made him want to grab and feel you.

“Yeah…a bit…”, he answered hoarsely. He let out a brief sigh, his fist balling tightly thinking of what he wanted to do to you right now. You were in his room. He couldn’t really remember any of their insults.

You believed the frustration was about the knights. You stepped a bit closer, looking at his hair. It needed tending to.

“May I?”, you picked up the comb, plucking the old hairs out as you waited for consent.

Elphael’s heart thrummed eagerly. He wanted to scream.

“O-of course!”, he turned towards to mirror, as you stepped closer to his chair.

You held onto the ends of his hair as you gently led the comb through it. The scraping and slight ripping sounds were all either of you could hear at first.

As you worked your way through the tangles, Elphael closed his eyes, savoring the gentle tugs and the soothing sensation of the comb against his scalp.

Elphael found himself relaxing more and more into your touch. The tension in his shoulders began to melt away, and he closed his eyes once more, savoring the gentle ministrations. The way your fingers carefully laced through his strands, sometimes brushing his ear or chin. It made him almost lose it. He wanted to turn around and hold you, smelling your lovely skin.

“Is this ok?”, your voice was silky, as you brushed a bit more thoroughly, worried he might be in pain.

“It’s heavenly…”, he breathed out softly, forgetting himself.

This was it. The confirmation he needed. He would tell you today. He had to.

“I know it’s not easy, Elph,” you continued, “but it makes me so sad to see how their lies get to you.”

He had forgotten about the knights already. You were all he needed.

“It’s ok, I’m fine now…”, his words were almost a whisper. He felt himself grow, aroused at your gentle touch.

“Are you sure? I saw your face as they were shouting. I hate that they speak about you like that. It’s disgusting!”, forgetting yourself, you tugged his hair slightly.

It made his lower half quiver. If he opened his mouth now, he would let out a moan. So he decided to bite his lip to contain himself.

“All I want to say is…”, you realized how tight your hold was, so you let your fingers drift through the brushed sections to check for missed tangles, “you do not deserve such treatment.”

Elphael was listening, but his mind was already imagining other scenarios. Your hands tangled in his hair as he drilled into you.

As you finished brushing, you started threading his grey tresses into an elaborate braid.

“There we go”, you concluded your work.

Elphael opened his eyes finally and almost forgot to look at what you had done to his hair. Instead, his eyes were fixed upon you, dreamy and hungry. He shook slightly and turned his head, when he noticed you waiting for a reaction.

The drow's fingers traced the intricate braid, marveling at its complexity. The now silky strands were woven together in an elaborate pattern, reminiscent of the celestial tattoos that adorned his skin. He turned his head from side to side, admiring your handiwork in the mirror. The braid caught the flickering candlelight, creating an ethereal glow around his face.

"It's beautiful," he murmured, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection.

“Like you.” You smiled, your eyes twinkling with pride. He felt his organs explode. You thought he was beautiful. Your words were muffling in his ringing ears: "I'm glad you like it. I've been wanting to fix your mane for the past few days, haha.”

You wanted to. Those words bloomed within him.

You bent down and wrapped your arms around his neck, placing your cheek softly against his in a sweet embrace. You were happy to see the comfort return to his face, after an evening full of disdain.

Elphael couldn’t help it. He lifted his face and let his nose take a deep whiff of your scent, sighing shakily. You smelled so sexy.

This took you off guard and you released from him rather quickly, staring at him in the mirror. What in the Hells was that?

“Did…did you just sniff me?”, you didn’t know how to process what just happened. That’s something lovers do, not friends.

Elphael stood up quickly, his eyes filled with a mixture of raw panic and pure adoration. He had to come out with it now. You had to feel the same way. You were just scared, because it was new.

Elphael's heart raced, his grey eyes burning with an intensity you'd never seen before. He took a step closer, his voice low and husky.

"I-I can't hide it anymore," he stammered, hands trembling at his sides. "Every time you're near me, I feel like I'm on fire. Your scent, your voice, your touch - it drives me wild."

You took an instinctive step back, eyes widening in shock. "Elph, what? What are you-"

He pressed on, words tumbling out in a desperate rush. "I love you. I've loved you for so long. Every song I write, every note I play - it's all for you. You're everything to me. Gods, and I’ve wanted you - all of you. Your body, your heart, all of it. I know you want it, too…"

He was stepping towards you slowly, noticing that you were edging for the exit. He couldn’t let you leave.

Your mouth fell open, struggling to process his confession. This couldn't be happening. Elphael had been like a brother for you.

“I- I… Elphael…what…”, you stammered, unsure of what to reply. The desperation in his voice made your stomach drop. He suddenly towered over you, the size difference between you two making your hands shake. What was happening?

“Elph, I don’t…I don’t know what to say. What are you-”

Before you could finish your sentence, the drow had grabbed your face and pinned you against the door you were aiming for. His eyes were wild with greed. He pushed himself into you and you felt his bulge press up into your crotch.

“Elphae-”, you wheezed.

“The way you touch me, look at me…”, his voice was laced with lust. Why were you trying to leave?

He pressed closer, pinning you more firmly against the door. You turned your face away as he tried to kiss you.

"Elph!," you commanded, bellowing into his ear with firmness.

A flash of anxiety overwhelmed him. The sound of an angry tone from you shook him in his core. Releasing from you, Elphael staggered back, his eyes wide with horror at what he just did.

The wild hunger that had consumed him moments ago drained away, leaving only a sickening horror in its wake. He watched as you pressed yourself against the door, your chest heaving with excited breaths.

"I-I'm so sorry," he choked out, his voice cracking. "I don't know what came over me. I never meant to-"

But the words died in his throat as he saw the look in your eyes. Confusion and worst of all, unfamiliarity. You were looking at him like he was a stranger. The realization hit him like a physical blow, knocking the air from his lungs.

“Y/N, I’m…”

You put a hand up to stop his stammering. He hushed instantly and fell down to his knees, his hands outstretched in defeat. Not being able to take the silence between you, he lifted his head once more to continue his begging.

“Please, I won’t ever do that again. I would never hurt you, Y/N, never. I can’t believe I-”

“Stop talking,” you whispered. The drow fell silent once again, snivelling pathetically on the dusty floor. His head faced the wood, hiding his wet face.

You stood there, your back pressed against the door, heart racing as you stared at Elphael kneeling on the floor. Your mind reeled, trying to process what had just happened. The shock was still there, but as your eyes took in the sight of him, other strange emotions began to stir.

Elphael's head was bowed, his long silver hair falling in a curtain around his face. The braid you had so carefully woven was coming undone, wisps of sparkling strands framing his features. His shoulders shook with silent sobs, the muscles of his back rippling beneath his thin shirt.

Despite yourself, you found your gaze trailing over the curves of his body. You had always known Elphael was attractive in an objective sense, but you'd never allowed yourself to really look at him this way before. He was your friend, chosen family, after all.

The rush of his strong grip, it had awoken something in you. Unable to process the gigantuan feelings within you, you turned and opened the door.

You heard a faint “No” wheeze out of the drow. He rarely cried.

You paused in the doorway, your hand trembling on the handle.

The soft sounds of Elphael's muffled sobs tugged at something deep within you. You couldn't just leave him like this.

With a deep breath, you slowly closed the door and turned back to face him. Elphael looked up at the sound, his grey eyes red-rimmed and glistening with tears.

As you drew closer, you could see the constellations dusting his lavender skin, the way his long lashes caught the light. He looked pathetic, but a flash of that starved face glaring down at you whizzed across your mind. You had never experienced someone longing like that for you.

You lowered yourself to crouch before him, your heart pounding. "Elph," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

The sound of the sweet nickname in his ears made his breath cease.

"Elph," you repeated, your voice trembling slightly. You reached out, hesitating for a moment before gently placing your hand on his shoulder. The contact sent a jolt through his body. He wanted to grab you again, but swallowed harshly, expecting another rejection and not daring to scare you away like that again.

You swallowed hard as well, your throat suddenly dry. "I... I've never thought of you that way before," you admitted softly. "But maybe…"

The drow's breath hitched, his body tensing beneath your touch. A glimmer of hope returned to his wet eyes. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin, smell the intoxicating scent of sandalwood and starlight that always clung to him.

Your eyes met his, and in that moment, something shifted. The air between you crackled with an electric tension you'd never felt before. Your gaze drifted to his lips, slightly parted and trembling. Without conscious thought, you found yourself leaning closer.

You stopped yourself briefly, but curiousity was running miles within you.

Elphael remained perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe as you drew near. He could feel the warmth of your breath ghosting across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. His hands clenched at his sides, every muscle in his body taut with anticipation and restraint.

He was confused. On the one had he was over the moon that you were even attempting to give in to him, on the other he wasn’t sure if this was reality.

His eyes were frantically flitting between your curious eyes and your lips that edged towards him. It took every bit of him to remain still and not crash into you, forcing your lips into his own.

Slowly, achingly, you closed the final distance between you. Your lips brushed against his, feather-light and hesitant at first.

Elphael let out a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttering at the moment he had dreamed of for eons.

His lips were surprisingly soft, tasting faintly of the ale from earlier. You pressed closer, deepening the kiss slightly as your hand moved to cup his cheek. You could feel his body trembling, the insane amount of desire desperately trying to relax and not burst through.

A low groan rumbled in Elphael's chest, the sound vibrating against your lips. His hands clenched back into fists at his sides, every muscle in his body taut with the effort of restraining himself. He wanted nothing more than to pull you against him and pin you to wooden floor, dry humping your body and lapping up your lips.

Elphael's entire world narrowed to the exquisite sensation of your lips against his. Time seemed to slow, each heartbeat stretching into eternity as he savored the kiss he had longed for through countless lonely nights. Your lips were impossibly soft, like velvet petals brushing against his own. He could taste the lingering sweetness of honey mead on your breath, mingling with your natural essence in an intoxicating blend. The scent of you enveloped him - rose and rainwater and something uniquely, beautifully you. It made his head spin. You were everything he ever wanted and more, and he was getting to experience you for real.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Elphael's restraint finally broke. With a low growl, he surged forward, deepening the kiss as his arms wrapped around you. One hand tangled in your hair while the other pressed against the small of your back, pulling you against him as he straightened himself up.

You gasped at the sudden intensity, your lips parting. Elphael took the opportunity to sweep his tongue into your mouth, tasting you fully. A whimper escaped you as he explored, your body melting against his. His fingers were tangled in your hair and pushing your head further into his - if possible. His strong grip made you throb. You never imagined he’d be this rough and that you would like it.

The drow's kisses grew more frantic, desperate. He trailed his lips along your jaw, down the column of your throat. "Mine," he murmured against your skin between heated kisses. "You're finally mine."

His words sent a shiver through you. Part of you wanted to protest - you weren't anyone's possession. But the primal need in his voice and body language ignited something within you.

Elphael's hands roamed your body hungrily, mapping every curve and plane. He pulled you fully into his lap, grinding up against you as his lips found yours once more. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, messy and passionate.

You gasped as you felt his arousal pressing insistently against you. This was moving so fast, your head was spinning. But your body responded eagerly, hips rocking against his of their own accord.

"Elphael," you breathed.

Elphael's eyes burned with intensity as he gazed up at you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Say it again," he growled, voice low and husky. "Say my name."

"Elphael," you repeated, breathless. The sound reverbarted in him, eagerness taken. With a fluid motion, he stood, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bed, never breaking the heated kiss.

He laid you down on the threadbare mattress, hovering over you. His silver hair fell like a curtain around your faces, creating an intimate cocoon. For a moment, he simply stared at you, drinking in every detail of your flushed face.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, tracing your cheek and lips with trembling fingers and interrupted himself by kissing you again. The last syllable muffled in your mouth as his tongue swirled around your own. He pushed his groin into yours and rocked himself up and down, creating impatient friction.

This desperation turned you on even more. You’d never felt this wanted by anyone.

He released from your lips and clawed at your shirtbuttons, the quickness of his fingers ripping the fabric slightly. Your chest lay bare in front of him and the drow gaped at it. He let out a shaky moan, seeing you like this before him. You watched as his eyes tried to focus on one aspect of your upper half, but they fluctuated from one part to the other, drinking every detail in.

His hands hovered over your chest, afraid the dream would fade away before him.

Was this really happening?

(will continue in a second part when my brain isn‘t sleep deprived)

[princess-tulip-writes]

my illyrian baby • cassian

genre: fluff

summary: mornings in valeris are magical, but a certain baby bat doesn’t appreciate it when his girl admires the starry dawn by herself.

a/n: this just a quick morning thought i had while getting ready for work :) its not edited so im sorry.

there was not a single sight like this one; speckles of starlight painting the sky as the sun rose, shades of pink and orange swallowing the dark night as morning greeted the night court. the air was crisp and welcoming, like a baby fawn in the mossy woods during spring time, and your morning cup of tea seemed to taste better than usual as you sat on your porch, enjoying the sunrise.

stealing a few moments for yourself before being clung to all day was a ritual you wished you could maintain every morning, like this one. something about valeris made loneliness feel like a warm hug, as if you were never truly alone, and perhaps you weren’t. perhaps, maybe in some way, the souls of your loved ones stuck with you here, always lingering and watching over you. valeris was a very mysterious place, even after centuries of residency you still had so many secrets to uncover about the city, and it certainly wouldn’t surprise you if sprits were trapped here, following their dreams in the after life that had yet to accomplish in their life and finding happiness in the city of starlight—at least that’s what you hoped anyway.

taking a long sip of your tea, you sighed contently as the silence of the morning enveloped you in a tight embrace, causing a content smile to tug at your lips. silence was rare for you these days, not that your mate’s roudy nature annoyed you or anything, the occasional silence was nice though. it was new, refreshing to take some time to yourself. but, after a full hour, you missed him. you missed his warmth, his touch, his laugh, his voice, his face—

as if the both of your mind’s were linked, the loud groaning of hardwood sounded from behind the open door, and your smiled wider as sandalwood and mountain air found you, filling the fresh morning air with his scent as he neared.

he was clumsy in the early morning hours, even at the beginning of training most days, so when his large feet stumbled over nothing, you didn’t flinch.

“baby…”

his whine turned into a yawn, causing your gaze to finally tear away from the sunrise and settle on him for the second time today, but the first time seeing him awake today. you may have stolen a loving glance at him before you slipped outside earlier that morning, but you’d never boost his ego like that by telling him.

his arms stretched over his head and his wings flared out completely as he stepped onto the porch, finally having enough room to fully expand to stretch all of his crampy limbs. especially the large wings that spend most of their time tucked tightly behind his back. his hair was a tangled mess and his face was puffy with a good night’s sleep, yet he still looked like the most beautiful male you had ever seen.

he smiled lazily at you as he caught your gaze.

“g’morning.” he yawned as his arms fell limp to his sides. his wings tucked in slightly, but still stayed flared and you were sure it was just him showing off. not that you minded of course.

you returned his smile. “good morning, cass.”

cassian’s hazel eyes seemed to clear up at the awaited sound of your voice. waking up without the warmth of his mate atop of his chest was not something he was happy about, and finding you star gazing without him caused a pout to replace his smile.

“why’d you leave me?” he whined, his shoulders and wings slumping as he stepped closer to you.

his arms wrapped around your middle, and his face nuzzled in your neck before he took a deep inhale of your preshower scent. the natural smell of your skin in the morning air always made cassian’s heart feel warm and full, if he had it his way, you wouldn’t shower at all.

but that’s gross, you always remind him when he suggests the idea. so he drops it and enjoys the short lived scent while he can.

your free hand, the one that didn’t have a glass mug in it’s hold, settled on top of his larger hand as he began to take a handful of your chub.

“i wanted to watch the sun rise before it was too late.” you answered softly.

he huffed into your neck. “coulda woke me up. maybe i wanted to watch it with you.”

a soft kiss was pressed to your neck after he spoke, causing your lips to upturn.

“i’m sorry.” you whispered.

you couldn’t explain to him that you wanted some time to yourself, even if you knew he would try to understand. he was sensitive when it came to you, and although he would pretend to be understanding, he would feel a bit rejected and most likely pout all day. so, instead, you played it off.

“wake me next time.” he grumbled into your skin, sending vibrations down your shoulders. “please.”

his plea was a soft whine, giving away just how grumpy he was about waking up alone, and you couldn’t fight the guilt that built up from it.

“i will, i’m sorry.”

your hand squeezed his reassuringly, sending strokes of love and apologizes down the bond to soothe him from within. it seemed to have worked because his arms tightened around you slightly and his breathing slowed down. the tickle of his stubble scratched your neck as he nuzzled in closer, wanting to savor the feeling of you before the day begins.

for a few moments, silence filled the air as you continued to watch the dawn turn into skies of blue, sipping the rest of your tea as you both enjoyed each other.

“missed you, sweetheart.”

you chuckled. “you had me all night. i was only gone for an hour.”

cassian groaned in disapproval to your answer and nipped your neck playfully, causing you to yelp in surprise. his soft tongue was quick to run along the sore spot, and soothed the irritated skin under his wet mouth. “still felt like forever.”

you rolled you eyes at him but felt a sense of appreciation for his need for you. it was flattering coming from a male like him; powerful and so so sexy. how the hell did you get so lucky?

“i don’t like waking up without you.”

you turned to look at him, as difficult as it was given his position, and placed a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. his hair was soaked with his scent, causing your ovaries to scream out for him.

“neither do i, my love.”

his arms tightened around you again, but this time it was an action of security, to remind him that you were there now, in his arms and making no effort to abandon his embrace. your body felt as if it was made for him, the soft plush feel of you against his hard body was safe, like home. he never wanted to see how empty the feeling would be without it.

a few more minutes passed as the two of you fell into a conversation about the day ahead, sorting out each other’s schedules and knowing the where abouts of each mate for assurance that you’ll both be okay. this routine wasn’t rare, in fact it was nearly a daily occurrence given how scared you both are after the war of losing each other. cassian was terrified especially, the thought of losing his whole world, his mate, his girl, made his stomach queasy and bile rise in his throat. without you his life would be nothing, he wouldn’t survive.

as the sky became blue, a rumble of your mate’s stomach brought you back to the reality of your usual mornings.

“want me to make you some pancakes? i’ll add the chocolate chips you love and some powdered sugar.”

his ears perked immediately at the slight mention of food, let alone your cooking. the male was convinced that every me you ever made him was with love, even when you were angry with him. you put so much thought into how he liked things, adding special ingredients you know he likes and serving it to him with a smile and a cheek kiss most days.

you made everything so much better.

a grin creeped on his features as he lifted his face from the crevice of your neck. his eyes finally met yours, and he couldn’t stop his lips from finding the skin of your temple as you looked up at him. next, was your lips. his eyes darted down to your lips, and before you could catch on, he dove in and took your breath away.

the pouty illyrian was no longer there, now the general was awake and greeting his wife for the first time that morning with a kiss.

your lips molded together, tongues smoothing against each other as his hands found your hips, flipping you over to face him so he could get to you deeper.

with you, he always wanted more. nothing was ever enough, he needed all of you.

“i love you.” he mumbled against you.

you smiled into the kiss at the sound of voice, setting down your mug on the table behind you without disconnecting, then wrapping your arms around his middle, his strong, hard torso.

“i love you too, my illyrian baby. always.”

[reallyromealone]

Tenjiku x male reader x Toman part 7

Part 6 🌸 current 🌸 part 8

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It had been two days of fending off alphas and Shinichiro was ready to throw in the towel when he heard it.

Emma had arrived.

The eldest sibling smiled and felt his body relax slightly, thankfully (name)s heat has subsided considerably to the point he was coherent and he could comfortably leave his sister to deal with the hooligans. The brothers looked on in horror as Emma walked with her two mates, elegant robes and delicately styled hair, pins in it making it look like a waterfall of flowers.

Yazuha and Senju beside her in less frivolous clothes, Senju in a more millantant approach and Yazuha simply preferring simple tastes "you two idiots have been harassing a poor Omega?! Thank goodness Shin kept him away or you guys would kill him!" She chewed them out and no one dare argue with the blond omega who was currently giving the two most feared demons absolute hell on the front steps to Shinichiro's estate, said beta checking in on poor (name).

The three pups perked their little heads up as they smelt the air, takemichi doing a little dance in excitement as he balanced on (name)s knee "Emma!" Koko chewed on his knuckles happily and (name) looked confused "Emma?" He asked softly and the tots smiled "she's our aunty!" And (name) nodded in understanding "can we go say hi?!" Takemichi asked loudly and excitedly and (name) was contemplating, the door suddenly opening with three knocks "not without this... Emma brought it" Shinichiro said kindly and (name) snapped his head up to see a collar with inscriptions all around it "it's one that demons can't snap like thread, it has spells written on it so if one tries to break it... It will cause them harm" he explained and (name) smiled "why don't you three go play and see aunt Emma while I help (name), alright?"

The tots ran off and the black haired demon smiled at them "my... My apologies for kidnapping your pups" (name) said genuinely apologetic and Shinichiro laughed "don't worry about it, an omegas touch is what those roudy pups need" he joked and gently helped (name) put it on, gentle but callused hands touching his skin "I'm also sorry that they dragged you into this, I'm sure "protecting an Omega from a bunch of alphas" wasn't even remotely on your to-do list..."

Shinichiro liked (name), not in a romantic way but... He was good company, hard working and despite it all genuinely did care.

Those idiots didn't deserve him truly.

"Well, I had a few outfits made for you to wear" Shinichiro stepped out and returned with a few boxes "no doubt you wouldn't want to wear the ones previously as those idiots scented it to death"

(Name) felt his eyes water up, never experiencing such kindness from someone who didn't want something back--- hell he wasn't even mad (name) scented his pups!

Never had he experienced this kindness from his village.

"T-thank you..." He managed to choke out between tears and shinichiro held him close, the demon understanding he had gone through great struggles and his brothers clans were absolutely not helping.

By time Emma finished tearing everyone a new asshole, the sun was high in the sky "now... Let me meet him"

Most omegas wouldn't dare speak to alphas like that but Emma was the one entity in this universe that her brothers and by proxy their clans didn't fuck with, parting way for her as she walked in the direction of the Omega "Aunt Emma!" Three little voices chimed out and the blonde smiled at the itty bitty pups "my my~ aren't you three growing like weeds" Senju teased and Yazuha smiled as little Inupi asked to be held silently, lifting the boy "come meet our friend! He's a little weird but he and papa are friends!"

The trio let them lead them through the grand palace Emma grew up in, talking about how "silly " their uncles were and the new game they invented "papa! Aunt Emma is heeere!" Takemichi said happily and Shinchiro smiled as the three women looked at the crying Omega "those idiot's..." Yazuha was tempted to go back out there and lay havoc upon them but held back knowing it would make her beloved Omega upset.

"Truly barbaric" senju shook her head "(name), this is my youngest sibling Emma and her mates" (name) felt at ease with another Omega, he didn't know why he felt so safe but he did and Emma offered him a reassuring smile "I'm so sorry about my brother's, they're idiots" she knew he wouldn't be able to just walk away but comfort is something someone needed especially at times like this.

Emma helped (name) get ready, Senju making him laugh and Yazuha spoke of their trip as the pups wandered off to go play.

(Name) sighed when he was finally left alone in the evening and sat in the gardens to breathe, parts of each clan having to return to tend to things needed.

He heard whispers of some moon, the demons tense as they spoke.

He hoped all would be well.

Mikey was antsy, watching (name) from a distance.

He didn't like his Omega being out of his line of sight for long, especially with threats and whispers in the air. The moon was high when he noticed (name) had fallen asleep on a stone bench in the gardens and decided to bring him back to his room, lifting him and cradling him close "Hmm?" (Name) mumbled glancing sleepily to the blond "don't worry... Go back to sleep" he said softly and (name) subconsciously snuggled in his chest and the smell of matcha and chocolate filled his senses.

[arabriddler]

hello !! hope you're doing well !!

I was just wondering who all (besides the ones already shown) is in your AU? is there anyone you haven't talked about yet but would like to?

If not, feel free to talk about whatever you'd like !! Or maybe share some silly fun facts. I love fun facts

Hello!! I don’t know if Harley counts since I’ve drawn her sometimes but I haven’t talked about her. This is about her before becoming Harley Quinn, when she was just Harleen Quinzel. Harleen grew up in Brooklyn. She’s the older sister to two small roudy twin brothers. She had a dad who taught her self defense, and a mother who was often away on a business trip. She has an almost average life, until college when problems arose. Harleen wanted to be a psychiatrist. She wishes she could say it’s because of genuine passion to help people, but it was just simple curiosity. Human minds fascinated her. They were too complicated, and she liked to think about them plenty. she studied psychiatry but soon grew to understand that maybe her dream might not be … manageable. She’s passionate about the field, and knows plenty about psychiatry, but she knew enough to realize she probably had ADHD which made college hard for her. She found it hard to keep focus and often missed deadlines and the such. she graduated with a low GPA and couldn’t work as a psychiatrist. It made her miserable for some time but she quickly picked herself up and realized she could at least pursue nursing, and soon enough she started working as a nurse at mental hospitals. Despite the work and stress, Harleen enjoyed the job. She was always on her feet, running around, and she found company with fellow patients ( some didn’t like her, but some did, and she got along well with them ). One day, her boss told her about Gotham City. The city has a bad reputation and the asylum in it needs a lot of refinement. The mayor of Gotham started a new program that recruits people from outside of Gotham to come work there for some time and help rebuild the city. The boss told her she was the perfect fit because of her passion. She agreed, not knowing that the boss wanted to send her away because her enthusiasm annoyed her coworkers. Gotham proved to be a handful… the Gothamites weren’t fond of the mayor’s program, so she found it hard to get along with them, and Arkham was even worse than she imagined. Absolutely no care and staff shortage and all… she vowed to give it her all, and eventhough she was assigned much work, she decided she’d prove herself.

for now, she’s taking care of a handful of Arkham inmates like Edward Nygma, Oswald Cobblepot, Peyton Wesker, and The Joker. She hopes this experience will improve her skills.

[usercelestial]

imo the henren conflict was the highlight of the episode. karen is the long-term established romantic partner to a main character who is not a first responder, so we get to see how a "civlian" experiences a relationship with a firefighter, and how difficult she can find it to be, especially as a parent. karen is the character who the writers can use to show the frustration of knowing your partner is a hero every day yet can be absent when you need them - as the episode showed.

idk, i've always loved that henren get the messy adult relationship stuff instead of some of the more juvenile relationship plots the show has done ¯_(ツ)_/¯

yeah i think that's part of why they isolated her specifically and didn't show maddie's side of things here because maddie is actually a first responder so she understands the lifestyle a lot more personally. the way that it ended was. idk it kind of rubbed the wrong way. i enjoy the idea of problems that have no solution but this is also something that should be worked through like on both sides. there should have been a compromise. like "okay i worked halloween, but what about if i have christmans off" and karen getting to a place emotionally where she can allow for hen to miss some holidays over others. hen and karen deciding that actually it's good that hen works so much is uh. i think missing the point a little. like don't get me wrong, i get it, she saves lives. but it's not a great solution. it feels a little like karen within the narrative has to push her feelings aside and that's presented to the audience as bad but also the show itself IS pushing her feelings aside, like constantly lol.

BUT YES, the messy emotional, adult stuff is what i love. people keep saying that their storylines always revolve around their children which yes obviously that's a pattern, but this storyline was very much about hen and karen's relationship and what being a first responder does to it. it's not just about family and being there with/for mara, it's about being there with/for karen too. making her take three roudy kids trick or treating alone is objectively a shitty thing for her to deal with, especially after she asked hen to take it off and hen chose not to. not only did she choose not to, her AND chimney both gave up the opportunity to be there with them.

so you ask your wife to be there for your adopted daughter' first Halloween with your family, she gets the opportunity and go ahead from her boss but is confronted with a moral dilemma, does she take it off and make her best friend work, or does she give him the opportunity to spend the holiday with his first baby and miss out on one of your daughters firsts, and then you find out they figured choosing who has to work would be too hard so they both still go to work and you're feelings are ignored, yet again. oh, and your wife calls this solution* "fair"

*because it's not a solution, it's what was already going to happen because again, you and your feelings were essentially ignored completely

[foreverdreamsds]

Please keep our tiny guy Roudy in your thoughts and prayers. He has been diagnosed with kidney disease and is feeling a little rough today. We are working on his new medication and food schedule.

[roud-y]

twiddlefinger is a banger and i will not let you tell me otherwise

[forestshadow-wolf]

GhostSoap famous gambler husbands AU

Ghost who will clear an entire casino once, usually over the course of 3-4 days or up to a week, before leaving and never returning. Never goes to the same house twice. All house masters know of him. Well practically everyone knows of him, he's a legend at the top of the ranks, and if you meet him you only meet him once. And oddly enough he never seems to be far behind nation famous gambler Soap...

Soap who will clean out table after table of a few houses for weeks before he moves on. He rotates houses every few weeks, house masters know him well, he draws in many challengers, business booms for house masters. So he ends up winning just as much as he brings in (he has a public schedule on his socials (to the public Ghost is saop's bodyguard; dresses drastically different and with a different mask when gambling, as opposed to when he's with soap))

The Ghost is just as elusive as his name suggests. He has no socials, speaks to almost nobody except head of table and house master(s), and those he does speak to gets no more that a few words of unimportant forgettable information. While it's said that The Ghost never returns its a lie, he just doesn't return until after soap has started a new cycle of visits for the season. And he never makes himself known, caught only by wispers in the crowd until it reaches the house master.

Soap on the other hand has just about every social media platform you could think of (the big ones anyway) twitter, instagram, tumblr, reddit, ect. (No facebook but there is a page dedicated to him) He's active too. Keeps his location updated to that week's casino(s). Pictures of what he did that weekend, his current hyper fixation, what show or movie he's currently obsessed with. He shares gambling tips for people just starting, but nothing to give away his secrets. The public knows that he has a husband (it's kinda hard to miss the flashy gold ring when he tries to get it in every photo of him) but don't know who it is. They do know that he has a heart of gold and enthusiastically protects his wishes to remain anonymous. Sometimes even going as far as attacking newer fans who try to reveal that information, Soap has had to remind people to be nice to eachother.

It's honestly a scam, they laugh about it at night while in bed sometimes. They think it's a miracle that nobody's caught on yet, or if they have that they haven't leaked it.

Despite having so many riches they live a modest life. Sure it's more than most, a house, food, money to have a much fun as they could possibly want, and a sizable savings. But they do donate a good portion of their winnings, try to help people in need, don't spend on overly frivolous things (excluding their gambling attire because appearances matter in that kind of setting)

John and Simon Riley-Mactavish work in a small, locally known bar, The 1-4-1, co-owned by John Price and his adopted son Kyle Garrick, sat in the middle block of a chain of casinos. It's frequented by solem casino go-ers after a long night of misfortunes or celebrating parties of extreme luck.

Simon Riley-Mactavish works as The 1-4-1's seasoned bartender making drinks, taking orders, charming the excitable patrons eager enough to miss or ignore the silver band that sits politely on his finger. When he sees someone getting harrassed he's quick to ask on a napkin if they'd like an angel shot (with lemon for take them to the back, lime if they need an escort to their car/uber, or straight if it's an emergency and needs immediate intervention). He's also a petty bitch so if it's not an emergency he'll order the harasser the most disgusting drink he can make, on the house.

John Riley-Mactavish is security of The 1-4-1, it's honest work. He's great at de-escalating situations, corrallin the too roudy. He's who is called when an angel shot is ordered. Luckily it's not too often. Usually is using his charm to finesse and guide the too handsy and drunk out of the bar and on their way home. All that being said... he has no tolerance for disrespect and hate, and it's a damned good thing price doesn't mind a little chaos or he'd have been kicked out already. He's got a watchful eye, intentional misuse of pronouns in a malicious way, racist, misogynistic, or homophobic comments is an immediate out. And he's none too gentle when he does it. Aside from the not infrequent need to remove someone he does enjoy his job, most people are respectful, he finds good conversations, gets to hand out at the bar with Simon. Price lets his go where he wants as long as he does his job well, and he does.

[fateisnotafactor]

Why not just throw part 2 here while I'm at it? Just throwing these on Tumblr as I write, I'll probably clean it up and throw it on AO3 when I get to it.

Continuation of whatever got into my head yesterday, <800 words. (Part 1)

Three days later Shouta and Hizashi are pulling up outside your apartment complex in their SUV. The vehicle is already weighed down with gear, but with a bit of Tetris, Shouta finds a place for your things. Your tent, backpack, sleeping bag are loaded into the back with everything else and Hizashi is already holding open the door and helping you into the back seat.

He doesn’t need to, but he buckles you into the seat, smoothing the strap across your chest as he murmurs a sleepy hello for the fifth time.

“He’s really not a morning person,” Shouta says, dragging the blond away from you and shoving him into the passenger seat. “Hope he didn’t cross any lines, he’s a bit of a cuddle bug,” he adds, smirking as even the mention of the word ‘bug’ causes a shiver to rush through his partner.

You don’t catch it though. You’re too busy rummaging through your bag to grab a quick granola bar to snack on. “You don’t mind if I eat in here, do you?” you ask, the wrapper already torn open, so used to your friend’s crumb-filled car, it didn’t even occur to you how spottless the vehicle was.

“Shou doesn’t mind, just don’t make a mess,” Hizashi says. He yawns loudly as he drops the back of his seat so that his head is just inches from your lap.

You jump a little at the sudden movement, but laugh when he breaks off a piece of your granola bar for himself sending a few crumbs raining down on him.

“As I recall, the only one who makes a mess in here is you.” Shouta gives Hizashi’s knee a squeeze.

Hizashi grins at his partner and reajusts his seat, a middle ground where he’s not leaning all the way back, but can still see you when you talk.

The drive to the trailhead passes quickly as you get to know the pair you realize you know next to nothing about. You learn about their students, a roudy batch of aspiring heroes, always getting into trouble. Shouta’s been pushing for a summer training program for years, get the kids outdoors to show them that not all hero work is done in the big city. There’s plenty of times when emergency rescues will send them out of the city, wildfires, landslides, floods.

Shouta could go on about his students for hours, but Hizashi is getting restless. Itchy. Scratching at his collar as the SUV takes you further into the mountains. The reminders of bug bites, poison ivy, and everything else he hates about the so-called “great” outdoors. He’ll take the climate-controlled studio at the radio station over this anyday.

You perk up as Shouta continues driving past the entrance you normally use. He catches the flash of worry in the rearview as he hums to himself, turning on the radio as he tunes in to a pre-recorded Put Your Hands Up Radio show. Hizashi can’t help but gush about every song that plays, from the date it was released, to trivia about the artist, to the particular version he chose and why. Practically a walking, talking encyclopedia about music, he holds you in rapt attention, hanging on every word.

Finally, Shouta reaches the pull off he was looking for, slowing as he turns up what looks to be an old logging road. The deep tracks tell you that someone still comes up here from time to time, though the fallen log about a mile and a half in appears to the signal the end of the road.

The doors unlock and you’re the first one out, taking in a deep breath of the fresh mountain air. Crisp with the scent of pine playing together with sweet notes of honeysuckle and the earthy dampness of moss. The trees aorund you are brimming with life; bird calls and the hum of insect life echos around you as you take in your surroundings. It feels like home.

Shouta is already lifting the hatch and sorting through the gear as Hizashi complains trying to scrape the mud off his no longer pristine hiking boots with a stick.

“Do we really have to hike anywhere? Isn’t this far enough? C’mon Shou, we’re miles from civilization already.”

“Suck it up,” Shouta orders, gruffly shoving a backpack into Hizashi’s chest.

You can’t help but laugh at the two of them. Shouta continues to sort through the back of the car, dividing the gear into piles. He’s clearly used to Hizashi’s over dramatic antics, paying no mind as the lanky blond cries out as he walks through a spider web.

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Part 1 (SFW) Masterlist (And where I try to post my fics)

[xxcrumbxx]

Hello so I finaly finished the drawings I wanted to do for my dca slasher au employee/ final persion. XD im happy with how they cane out. Soo the first one is a chericter sheet the secint is of one of the spots they know and hang out at and the therd is of them starting on dismembering a body for the silly guys. So u ( severd head) ony for the 3rd one affter cut :]) oh gosh goly i absolutly love ur au @wyervan sorry it took a bit but heare they are lol

Okay so the text for the discripters of them

.soft spoken to the point of being barly adabule

.smells like rain antic furnitchure iorn and weed

.Always" knows a place" whitch tiends to be out in the middle of the woods or an abandiond house(he finds the dumped fernetchur she would bever do that)

.Is loude and roudy when there commfter bull and is always down for the bit

.will remiember youre favorit color bf ur name

.Heavaly over protective of there favorit ppl

.loves like a dog,way to loyal for there own good,has obsesive tendencys

.Tends to be offputting to outher adalt but kids are drawn to them,there an older sibling so they dont mind watching out for little ones

.likes helping with the "Rule brakers"(victoms) on shift perfurs working at the prize counter and organizing but mostly flotes around and help where needed. Will do just about any thing the bosses ask. Is okay with beeing paid in little nick nacks and stuffed animals or random pens/art suplise.

Anyway sorry its so fuckin long im just excited to share with yall ♪(*´∀｀) anyway i love ur stuff @wyervan and im so suprised i didnt know about you for sooo long ,i love ur art and stuff anyway have a lovely day ,year, life

Also some songs that i think fit them

.the garden-crain wives

.Mud -Dorthy

.Rain-wunderhorse

.1fish2fish-steriosexuals

.2econd2ight2eer-willwood and the tape worms

.purple-wunderhorse

.white noise-willwood and the tape worms

Okay CW blood and severd head all verry mild but still :] also just a supper ruff scetch and coloring (its sapose to look washed out hope its not to muddy tho the body bag duse blend in with the table alot lol)

The mask is hand made and word for halloween or to go "feed the foreist " thank you for looking at my stuff any i relly do hope you wright more that lil one shot was so nice and im happg to see you trying out new stuff :>>

[catfox13102ndblog]

Trying to add more information to the Maria Robotnik's Fast Track AU.

The first post didn't really have much information regarding the AU, so hopefully this next post can add more too it. A little justified since I just made the AU pretty much.

This one will attempt to... well... add more information to it, mainly ideas for the paint schemes, tracks and a few other characters as well.

Paint scheme ideas.

I orginally said ideas for the cars, but I actually ment to say paint schemes, since the cars themselves are 90s NASCAR stock cars.

I also headcanon that they're specifically based on the CES prototype cars seen here:

Yeah, they're pretty much the same as the cars from the regular arcade game, just with a more basic look and without the rear tires popped out.

Anyways, I don't need to explain Maria Robotnik's car, since I already mentioned that her car is literally the player's car in Daytona USA. Specifically the AT colors. You've all probably seen this car before, you know what it looks like.

Now... onto the others...

Melody [LAST NAME SPOILER]: #13, Scorpio Plasma

The sponsor is a reference to the one seen on the normal level car from Daytona USA 2, while the number is a refrence to the Hornet's number in Daytona USA Deluxe/CCE.

Helen: #67, Chaos Cola

Frances: #68, Chaos Soda

Just felt like Chaos Cola and Soda should be sponsors really. Plus, Sonic X is mostly based on the Adventure-era games, so it'd fit.

Princess Elise: #06, Balance

This one I brefly mentioned in the last post, but the car is pretty much one big Daytona USA Deluxe/CCE reference, as the #99 Balance car is one of the cars that you can drive in the game. The number is a pretty obvious nod though.

Sara: #93, SEGA

This catgirl's sponsor is the company that made Sonic themselves! I know that Sara is a gamer in some of the OVA's scenes, so I thought her sponsoring a video game company would fit. The number meanwhile is a reference to Sonic CD's release date (1993). The Sonic OVA does have Metal Sonic in there, so it makes sense to me.

Hope Kintobor: #14, SOAP

Hope's number is ment to be a reversed version of Maria's number, and the sponsor is based on the SOAP Shoes ad seen in City Escape.

Molly: #58, Emerald Notwork

Sponsor is just another reference to an ad seen in City Escape.

Merlina: #00, Phantom Full Force

The sponsor is a reference the one seen on the hard level car from Daytona USA 2.

Sage: #51, Eggman Empire

The number is a nod to Roudy Burns' number in Days of Thunder, and I figured that Eggman would definelty sponsor his empire on the car, he is a narcissist afterall. And to fit with the retro vibe, the Eggman Empire logo could be the same on seen in Sonic 2 down below.

Claris Sinclar: #16, Oriole

Helen Cartwright: #2, Max

Like Elise's car, these two cars are playable cars in Daytona USA Deluxe/CCE. Though, they actually have the proper numbers of course.

Hatsune Miku: #01, Greatsmirk Racing

I mentioned this one in the previous post, but for those unaware, the sponsor is a parody of Goodsmile Racing, something that Miku is commonly assosiated with. The number is a reference to to the number seen on Miku's shoulders.

Neptunia characters and paint scheme ideas (if they actually appear).

I'm still unsure if they will actually appear here, but Hyperdimension Neptunia was published by SEGA, so it's still a possibility. Regardless I'll tell you the ideas for their cars anyways.

Neptune: #91, Nep Bull Noire: #94: Lastation Racing Vert: #1, Leanbox Labs Blanc: #81, Amazoo Delivery Service (It's a FedEx-like company instead of an Amazon parody here) Uzume Tennouboshi: #7, Sleepcast Pillows Nepgear: #27, Gallop (Another car from Daytona USA Deluxe/CCE) Uni: #53, TSA Tools Rom and Ram: #3, Star BLUE and #4, Star RED

The Tracks.

The tracks are pretty straight forward, they're mostly existing tracks from Daytona USA and Virtua Racing. And while they don't really matter in this AU, I did mention before that this could work better as a fangame, so track list is as follows:

The tracks from Daytona USA and Daytona USA Deluxe. (Three Seven Speedway, Dinosaur Canyon, Seaside Sreet Galaxy, National Park Speedway, Desert City, and Silver Ocean Causeway)

The tracks from Virtua Racing. (Big Forest, Bay Bridge, and Arcropolis)

The Beginner Course from Daytona USA 2. (SEGA International Speedway)

Florida International Speedway (a parody of Daytona International Speedway)

Speedianapolis Motor Speedway (a parody of Indianapolis Motor Speedway)

Other Characters

Alright, time to introduce other miscellaneous characters.

The Mobians (Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Mighty, Ray, Shadow and Amy Rose), Madonna, and Dr. Eggman.

The crew from Sonic The Hedgehog of course, as well as a scrapped human character from the Tokyo Toy Show build. They all utilise their classic designs to fit with the overall 90s vibe the AU is going for.

Currently, Shadow is the only modern-era mobian included in this AU. He will have a custom "classic" design to fit with everyone else.

Sonic and his pals (and Shadow) usually hang out and have their own adventures outside the race track, but they also hang out near the garages and watch the cars zoom by. Sonic and Tails also often help out in the garage or within the popcorn booths as well. While Shadow goes to see Maria.

Amy Rose and Madonna work as race queens, they do race queen stuff, nuff said. (And yeah, the idea of Madonna being one of the racers is retconned now.)

Dr. Eggman isn't really an evil mad scientist here, he's more of a goofy nuisance who likes to cause trouble while still being a self-centered narcissist like in canon. To sum it up, he's JP Eggman with elements of Dick Dastardly if he were the owner of a race team instead of a driver.

Tom West and Mr. Virt McPolygon.

The race announcers who work for SEGA Sports Channel, you can probably guess what they do.

Tom West comes from Daytona USA 2 while Mr. Virt McPolygon comes from Virtua Racing.

And that's all there is to this semi-extended post about the AU. Now I'll admit, there still isn't much here, but then again, like I said in the previous post, there isn't really a "story" for the AU by any means.

Anyways, like always, you can ask me things about it, or do the designs for the race outfits and cars if your interested in doing that.

[lycanluxurydining]

Getting to know Cash! ÒVwVÒ

○•●Bio/Personality●•○

Cash is a 26 year old Pure Blood Werewolf.

He is color blind(greyscale like how dogs are thought to see) and is not the sharpest knife in the crayon box, but is loyal to a T and will fight for those he cares for. He is very much a golden retriever mentality and is unintentionally goofy, he is frustrated at being color blind so he will always guess the color of items, trying to figure out what color an orange is was a long and frustrating conversation with Jeanne. He has a habit of eating when anxious, excited, angry...he eats. He has been blacklisted from so many food deliveries because of this, and he has to get his mail from a po box now, hes very sad the mail carrier does not come by anymore. He has freckles all over(not pictured above) when he gets really bored he just connects the dots on himself.

In this world being a pure blood means he has better control over his forms and acess to more of them than someone who is cursed/blessed with blood or magic. He never met his mother and ended up being raised by a ranger on a nature reserve, she used to sing Johnny Cash songs to him when he was little, sleepy, or having trouble with his transformations (this would help calm him down) which is where he got his name.

His best friend in the world and companion is a Jumping Spider that lives in his hair named Jack, (if y'all wanna see them together lmk^^) he would eat bugs off of Cash when he was an before Ranger Liddell found him and started taking care of him, he was very roudy but was well taken care of, he had gash running along his face and arm, Liddell was able to stitched and cleaned him up after a lot of fussing.

•●○Story so far○●•

Cash's other scars come from when he was around 12 he was not allowed to hang out with human children due to fears of him being hurt or hurting someone. He was able to make friends with animals, and he found out the hard way that making friends with bear cubs is not the best idea.

At the age of 21, he came across a couple camping, they spotted him and thought he was a furry(he still has no clue what that is) they stayed in the reserve and for about a week, Cash had never had friends this long so he was really excited. The last time he saw them a night when the womans old boyfriend and a few of his buddies found them appearently they had been looking for them, they were beating them, Cash saw this and transformed into his wolfman state, berserk and barely able to control any actions he slashed at the men and almost killing them, it would have been worse if Ranger Liddell didn't shoot him in the shoulder with silver bullets she was saving in case the werewolf who gave Cash the scars came back. She brought him back to the station and fixed him up. He didn't remember any of it and was always trying to get her to stop crying at night, it was at that point he decided to set out on his own, not wanting to make Liddell sad anymore.

He lived in the mountains for a few more years in a cave where he could transform and make sure he wouldn't change and hurt anyone on a full moon. One moon though around his 25th birthday he was not able to get back to his cave in time his full monster form came out and rampaged though the forest and into a heard of cattle. He woke up the next morning not knowing where he was at all. Completely lost he started walking trying to find any signs of home, he eventually came upon a neko girl, Shadow,who helped him integrate into society...as best as he can. She bought him clothes(all of his shirts are puns, he doesn't understand them though) and helped clean him up and gave him a place to stay. Shadow found out the hard way that he does vore, he let her out of course as soon as he woke up though(he can't help that he sleep eats, they've lost so many pillows that way). She started cooking for him and brought him to her restaurant where she works as a waitress, he definetly can wolf down a meal 😃. After a few months of this he decided he needed to get a job so she would have it a little easier. Thats where Cash met Jeanne, the Lamia, being a researcher and scientist she was looking for muscle and an assistant (and if it didn't pan out she had a meal ready.) He doesn't pretend to know what she is researching or anything of the sort but he enjoys the job, plus she loves feeding him lots hot meals now that its colder and wrapping around him like a heating pack to helps her concentrate and hes appearently a cute sleeper...when hes not trying to eat things. And thats where the story is so far^^

•○●Likes●○•

¤His friends

¤Aquariums (he has never been to one but he loves fish and Shadow is planning to take him to one as a surprise, he really wants to see a sturgeon)

¤Warm meals (Pizza, Dumplings, Chicken, Steamed Veggies, sea food especially)

¤Sleeping on a couch

¤Cuddling something in his sleep (pillow, a stuffed animal, or whoever is closest whenever he falls asleep...and has not eaten)

¤Johnny Cash (no one has told him that he has passed they don't have the heart)

¤The wind on his face

¤The sound and smell of the forest and rivers

¤Listening to the crackle and feel the heat if a fire

¤Fishing

¤Being on a boat or in water

●○•Dislikes•○●

¤Apples

¤Bullies

¤Bears

¤Baths (until hes in them)

¤Bats

¤City noises

¤Most Modern technology

¤Hunters

¤Sitting still

¤Yelling

¤Full Moon

¤Dentist

¤Flying

I'm sure more will be added to it all later and if you want me to explain his alternate forms later lmk^^ hope you enjoy d: