#slowly back away and do not startle the feral man

[the-ravenclaw-werewolf]

This is where Spike learns that this is not when he should fear his life, much. It is when he finds Levi cleaning at 3 am in total, and utter silence.

The 40 Incorrect Quotes

@the-ravenclaw-werewolf @omnitheist27 @r3dp4nd4ch1ld @hulkchloron99

Spike Spiegel: Are you mad?

Levi: No.

Spike Spiegel: So I suppose sharpening knives at 4 am is just a hobby you picked up?

[yanderefarm]

I'm so feral about Nephite, like I want to just keep him on my lap for weeks.

Would he be okay with wearing a collar if reader gifted it to him, readers name engraved on the leather, Nephite's name in cursive letters on a pendant.

Idk man isk

i remember talking about omega collars with my friend awhile ago and i stumbled upon a post that tried to make omegaverse collars that work as guards for scent glands/marks. so i know you meant a more traditional dog collar but this is what made sense to me. and i even drew it!

the idea

cw;; omegaverse, religion, suggestive, marking

nephite was surprised when you mentioned a collar, you talked about it so casually like it was inevitable that he would wear a collar. the omega flustered, his face growing red as he struggled to find his words.

"wh-what do you me-mean? my-my collar..."

"oh. are you not ok with it? i knew a lot of omegas who would get collars to protect their scent glands."

"oh!! oh... ri-right! lots of... lots of other... omegas..." he shifted from side to side in your lap his hands fidgeting and fumbling.

"i want to get something nice that'll show off your bite without exposing your neck. what do you think?"

"uhm... o-ok..."

honestly nephite had only agreed because he worried you preferred omegas in collars. if he said no maybe you wouldn't want him anymore!! maybe you would run off with a collared omega, a more obedient one. so despite his own hesitations to be caught wearing such a thing he agreed.

until he saw it.

it was a genuine omega collar that covered up the crook of his neck in a beautiful white lace with golden patterns woven into it. the middle of it was chained together with a sturdy chain, towards the bottom of it was a beautiful blue gem that opened up to show your name and address. his own name was embroidered on the back of the collar that would be hidden by his hair. like his own name was unimportant in the face of your ownership.

"you won't have to wear turtlenecks anymore."

"oh-oh... i... we-well those were for modesty..."

"you don't have to be modest anymore."

his cheeks turned a bright pink as you stepped forward, your fingers undoing the collar's latches.

"maybe... maybe we should w-wait...?" he took a step back from you.

you tilted your head, concerned. "what's wrong? do you not like it? i picked the gold to match your eyes."

"i... i like it... i do!" he did. it was so thoughtful and intimate, his heart was racing.

"but...?"

"but... it feels... a little.... inappropriate..? sh-should i really wear that in public...."

"you don't have to but it's really not something perverted. you can see omegas in collars all the time in the city."

he fidgeted back and forth. "do you like omegas in collars?"

"i mean it's hot. I've always wanted to put a collar on my own omega and show the world I own you."

he shivered. "you... mmngh... you just said it's not dirty."

"it's not! just because something is sexy doesn't mean it's dirty. like wearing thigh highs or low cut tops."

"those both sound sinful."

"ok... but is it sinful for an alpha to own his omega?"

"no..."

"so it's fine!"

"i... mmngh... i really want to wear it... i do! i just... everyone will stare..."

you stepped closer this time reaching out to him with an empty hand, like you were approaching a startled cat. nephite didn't pull away this time instead he moved a little bit closer to your hand.

"everyone should stare at you. everyone should look at you and think 'wow there goes the prettiest omega I've ever seen'. and then they'll see my bright red mark under your collar and know that you're mine."

"I'm yours..." his cheeks were red as he nuzzled into your hand.

you reached forward with the collar and started to slowly slide it on him. he let out a little moan.

"I'm yours."

"mhm. my pretty omega."

nephite moved his hair out of the way as you tightened the collar around his neck. the cold metal laid against his windpipe just tight enough to always remind him of it's presence. he reached up to the blue gem and started to fiddle with it.

"uhmm.. i-i know you just put it on but... can-can we go to the bedroom... and m-maybe make more marks underneath...."

[hedwig221b]

Do you have recs for omegaverse? Or some of your favorites on hand? I've read and loved everything you've shared and written so far and I just can't get enough! :D

I love abo so much and I'm proud to say it. Here's probably the longest fic rec list I've made...

Feral Formalities by Aleandri

"There was silence as no one seemed to breath at the table.

Derek had just gifted Stiles, an unmated Omega, with food.

Right in front of another Alpha.

Who he was on a date with.

To discuss being heat partners…."

In which, Stiles presents as Omega, and everyone wants a piece of the alpha-baby-making ass!

Hung The Moon by BurnItAllClean (nrnyx)

Slowly Stiles got control of himself again. His heart calmed. His breathing evened out. The anger was gone. In its place, a bone-deep weariness settled. He couldn’t do this. He wouldn’t survive this.

Meant to be One by sunhazeheart

His nerves felt like a live wire was running hot beneath his skin, hands fidgeting with the silken material of his robe. If he had the concentration to spare, he might had worried about tearing it.

It was all he could do to sit there at the vanity, eyes squeezed shut, and try to give in the constricting pressure around his chest that said that he was about to fall into a panic attack.

Breath in. Breath out. His own heartbeat rushed in his ears.

Being mated to the reclusive king with a frightening reputation to his name, bundled away from his home and father, and then surrounded by underwhelmingly distant faces hiding secrets was not how Stiles Stilinski imagine spending his life soon after turning eighteen. He can only remind himself that it is for the good of his people, both old and newly acquired. But, perhaps first assumptions are made too hastily and a fated match can be made, even surrounded by threats of war, revenge and death’s waiting embrace.

My Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous

“If he wants to mate Stiles, why not let him?” Jackson asked, ready to part with Stiles if need be.

“Because if I did that, I’d be demoting Lydia,” Alpha Stilinski replied.

“We don’t even know how good of a Beta he is,” Lydia countered, bristling some that her status was being challenged.

“That’s because he’s not a Beta,” Alpha Stilinski stated. “He’s an Alpha.”

Love's Violent Delights by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Derek caught the way the man’s eyes looked over Stiles before lingering on his ass. He waited for the clerk to place the key on the counter before he reacted.

Stiles startled at the loud noise, turning away from the pamphlets in the display box to see Derek pinning the clerk’s head against the counter. He drew in an even breath, looking between the struggling man and Derek.

Derek briefly looked at Stiles, hesitating before he saw the gleam of excitement in Stiles’ eyes and the hint of lust in his scent. “Ever look at him, or any other Omega, like that again, and I’ll slice your eyes out with my claws.” He shoved the man back, not caring of the commotion that was made as he snatched up the key from the counter.

All Derek Ever Wanted by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Stiles knew Derek always wanted a big family. And, for the longest time, he thought he'd be the one to give it to him. Life, devastatingly, has other plans.

Prompt: "I've been thinking about omega stiles n alpha derek. They're trying to hav a baby. But one day stiles go to the doc, n he imply that stiles can't get pregnant. Stiles keep it secret and try to make derek divorce him."

Summer Contest by kits_lightning

The moment Derek stepped into the fighting ring and faced Stiles he remembered why he was doing all of this.

The omega gawked at him and barely paid attention to the other competitors Talia was mentioning and Derek smiled at the thought of having all of his attention. Stiles blushed from the tips of his ears to his neck and began to run his fingers through his hair while looking away.

Derek began to wonder how far down that blush traveled when he shook his head and tried to focus on the imminent battle. He caught the last of what his mother was saying. “—have a good fight and good luck.” More clapping and the horn that signaled the beginning of the fight sounded.

The Alpha and his Spark by sandyde03

Stiles is pregnant. Derek is perpetually horny and possessive. Stiles is confused. Not by Derek sexing him up. He loves that. It’s the fact that ever since he started to show that he was with pup everyone has been avoiding his eyes.

The Best Things in the World Must be Felt with the Heart by solostsobroken

The Argent family had been kidnapping and illegally selling omegas for years. When FBI Agent Derek Hale and his team go and raid their home, they find, rescue and free dozens of omegas. That was ALL Derek had expected to be doing. What he hadn't expected was to find his own mate, Stiles, chained up with the rest of them. Seeing the omega severely sick and injured, Derek is determined to nurse him back to health. As he slowly learns more about his mate, he stumbles upon a mystery from Stiles' past that may just turn into the biggest case of his lifetime. Derek is determined to figure it out, no matter how long it takes.

The Hills Call

Five years ago, Prince Derek of the Hale Empire had fallen for the son of a Baron, Genim of Stilinski. His mother had not approved, and after some time imprisoned Genim escaped to the Dukedom of the Shore, where he was taken in by Duke Christopher and Lady Allison. Now, Prince Derek is on his deathbed from a poisoning and it is up to Genim, now called Stiles, to nurse him back to health. Wary of the Hale Empire, Stiles returns with their young son to see if he can heal Derek of his illness and escape the threats he still feels from the Empress herself.

Waiting Games by Jerakeen

Being an only child and heir to the throne, Stiles had always known he may not have the luxury of marrying for love. When he’d realized he was an omega to boot, things had taken an even more uncomfortable turn for him.

Omegas are rare. An omega as the heir apparent is almost unheard of.

Which is why there is no wiggle room when it comes to the tournament.

Wants & Needs by MadcapRomantic

Derek Hale has been participating in the Beacon Hills Mating Run for a decade, each year coming up without a mate. His mother, convinced this is his lucky year, persuades him to run one last time.

Enter Stiles, a young Omega with an unwanted Alpha nipping at his heels.

Family or not, Peter is determined to have Stiles.

But convinced they are True Mates, there isn't anything Derek won't do to keep Stiles safe.

When All the Pieces Fit by NARKOTIKA

"Does he even realize? With the cooking and cleaning andandand—now this fucking baby?" Isaac fumes.

Said baby waves its fist in the air, and Stiles bends to haul him onto a hip. The baby babbles something and Stiles nods his head with complete seriousness, as if everything out of its mouth is perfectly sensible and coherent. Then the kid starts mouthing at Stiles' nipple through his dress and everyone goes dead silent.

"I'm going to wife him so hard," Ethan announces, and they all break out into argument over who has the best chance at mating the boy in the river.

Under the Golden Moon by NARKOTIKA

Derek doesn't know how long he sits in his wolf skin, on his haunches, observing Stiles as the sunbeams slant through the trees and cast slashes of light across the omega's willowy form. The boy has his feet in the water, a babe on his hip, a bright smile on his face as the other younglings splash around and soak his garb. The creamy skin of his thighs peek out from the slits running down the sides of his draping skirt, and Derek has never wanted anything more than he wants this beautiful being of the woods.

Angel Choirs and Magic by LadyDrace

Derek has been very, very patient, and has shown frankly incredible self-control in the face of brutal teasing and flirting for two months. But now it's time for the mating run, and he's about to get his reward.

Except for how maybe it's actually Stiles getting a treat.

Win/win.

Where the Shadow Ends by Green

Derek goes undercover to Delphi to figure out what's wrong with the oracle. He doesn't mean to fall in love.

Pride and Place by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Derek Hale, Earl of Osterbrook, has inherited, following the death of Lord Montfort, a run down house in Yorkshire he neither needs nor wants, convinced his staff are robbing him, and with the mystery of a missing ward, he manages to get himself talked into a ridiculous bet, that he cannot pass as a steward until Midwinter, nearly two months away. So can he maintain the charade? Find the missing child? and manage to turn the shambles of a house around, or will he give up and let Peter take the thousand pounds he bet.

Are You the One? by Venrajade

Derek's sister works for a television network with a dating show that claims that they are able to find someone's True Mate. Cora steals a scent sample from Derek and matches him to an Omega applying to the show with a 99% chance of them being mates.

Which means Derek is now a reality dating show star. Shit.

And the Cold Pulls You Down by blacktofade

“Do you believe in ghosts?” Stiles asks Derek one night after he’s settled into bed, listening to the sound of Derek brushing his teeth in the bathroom.

“Ghosts?” Derek asks, voice muffled by toothbrush and paste as he stands in the doorway to stare at Stiles. Or, the one where Stiles is 99.9% sure their house is haunted and no one believes him.

Build Us a Home by Sourwolf and Stilinski (Kitsune_Moonstar)

When it came time for Stiles to take his tour, he hadn't expected that many alphas to try and court him with the houses they built. And he hadn't dreamed Derek Hale might build him a home that suited them both.

Made Your Mark on Me (A Golden Tattoo) by writteninthewolfstar

Beacon Hills High and Lycan Heights High are well-known enemies. Derek Hale, Lycan Heights' star quarter-back, is well-known for being aggressive and arrogant.

Imagine Stiles surprise when he discovers that Derek Hale is actually his soul-mate.

Knot Thinking With Your Head by KnottheWolf

The first time Sam met Stiles he had no idea who the Omega was, nor did he have any clue that the Omega was already in a series relationship. When he met Stiles, he was hungover and had a massive pounding headache that was killing him to have his eyes open. The Alpha instantly ran to the nearest bathroom to puke in the toilet, before splashing cold water in his face and sighing with relief when the pain was barely there anymore.

Flushing the toilet he left the bathroom so he could make himself a cup of coffee, and then start figuring out how to make the best first impression with the other Alpha’s in the fraternity.

Now all he wanted to do, when he spotted the Omega was get all up on that cute ass.

A 5 + 1 things kind of fic

Empty by modestfuckup

Stiles stops listening to the words the doctor is saying, a stream of tears rolling down his face. His training taught him he has to remain calm. He uses a tissue to blot at the tears as his mind already turns to what is going to happen now. The doctor is talking about his options, and treatments he could undergo, but Stiles knows none of that will work.

He’s infertile.

With no way to supply his alpha with an heir, he is practically useless.

Or the one where Stiles is an infertile omega, and society dictates that if an omega is unable to carry on the alpha's lineage, an alpha is allowed to take another omega. Stiles hides his condition from Derek while he copes and starts the process of finding a new omega for him.

Elskende by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Stiles is an omega concubine, kept sequestered away in the city of Beacon Hills, waiting for his lord Gerard Argent when the Wulver take the city and the alpha takes the omega.

Sex and Violence by halcyon1993

Derek is a feared mafia boss. Stiles gets turned on watching him work.

The Spoils of War by halcyon1993

Alpha Derek is a commander in the Roman Army, tasked with pillaging settlements to claim them for his own people. When he comes across a pretty young Omega during his latest conquest, he can't resist taking him as his personal prize.

Cut to the Bone by standinginanicedress

“Not that it’s any of your god damn business, but my name is Stiles. Do you need something?”

The alpha grins. All teeth, shiny white, straight as an arrow. He’s got this sculpted perfection to him that Stiles is sure has worked on all the omegas he’s ever encountered before, but Stiles stands his ground and narrows his eyes. “A date.”

Stiles looks him up and down, slowly, from the black shoes on his feet, to his uniform khakis and blazer littered with pins, to his face. He frowns, makes a face, and says, “pass.”

Helen of Troy by standinginanicedress

Stiles can fake laugh, fake smile. He can play coy and he can be demure and barely eat anything in front of them, and he can sit still and do his little song and dance of feigning interest.

But this is a little out of his scope. They want him to fully become someone else. They want him to be who everyone wants him to be, and it scares the shit out of Stiles, because he doesn’t know if he can do it for hours and hours while cameras watch his every single move. It’s a lot. It’s more than he bargained for.

And, for a cherry on top:

Yes To Heaven

Stiles ruined him. The damage was irreparable. He didn’t want the food that wasn’t made by Stiles or shared with him; the water tasted stale; the clothes were asphyxiating and scratchy; the air was wrong, wrong without Stiles’ scent in it.

Fuck, what was wrong with him? How could that pretty little thing change him so much? He had an iron grip on his control before, being in tandem with his instincts, but within weeks, all of it was gone. As soon as he thought of Stiles, though, of his scent, his moans, and the little wrinkle on his forehead as he orgasmed, his mind settled.

What was life before Stiles? Everything was somewhere far, far away, forgotten, bleak, and meaningless. Derek thought he knew what light was as he looked at the microscopic dots of the stars above. Then Stiles came into his life and showed him the sun.

Take Me Away From Here

Derek Hale looked terrifying. With his broad frame and muscles, with his wild black hair and thick beard, with his eyes the color of blood and fangs of a killer. Despite his kindness and his apparent attraction to Stiles, he was still a stranger, a predator, a wolf.

The thing is, Stiles would deal, but others might not. People found Lord Hale horrid, monstrous and unapproachable.

If Stiles stood behind him, no one would touch him. He’d be safe with the wolf. If not from him, then definitely from everyone else. And that was enough.

Other fic recs: pack mom!Stiles | angsty fics | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | possessive Derek | smut | hurt/comfort | magical Stiles | mafia | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles | bad friend Scott

[iliketangerines]

consider the lin kuei brothers growing obsessive over someone and basically imprisoning her?

bi-han is obsessed with breeding the next lin kuei heir, of course. kuai liang thinks the outside world is dangerous and she's safer here. tomas just wants comfort and a big happy family of his own, and the reader can provide both of these! how lovely :)

i think temperature play and mindbreak go lovely with this - go crazy w this prompt otherwise i love reading ur writing

all ours

a/n: mmmmm, dark content my beloved. also, i do NOT condone this behavior in real life

pairing: bi han, kuai liang, tomas vrbada x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), noncon, dead dove do not eat, breeding kink, pet play, pregnancy kink, pussy eating, overstimulation, creampies, somniphila, degradation kink, fingerfucking

you can feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up, and you turn to look over your shoulder

but all you see is the empty living room, and you slowly turn back to stir the food cooking in your pan

the past few weeks, you’ve felt like someone was watching you, waiting for you, like a predator hunting their prey, and you’ve been on edge

you can’t ignore the hissing sound that sounds behind you, and you whip around, wooden spoon in hand

there’s still no one there, but you see smoke rolling out of your bedroom door

you let out a yelp and turn off the stove, hoping that the candle you lit in there hadn’t set anything on fire too badly

you sprint into your room and find nothing there, candle still half-full, and you let out a sigh of relief

but goosebumps trail over your skin, and you turn around and find a tall man standing behind you, masked with feral eyes and gray hair

you try to run, but hands grab onto you from behind and press something against your face

you’re out before you even know it

you wake up with a start, and the world is a bit hazy as you try to blink your eyes open, perhaps it was just a bad dream

you go to rub your eyes and regain your sight, but the unfamiliar sound of a chain rattling startles you awake

you look to your hand and find it cuffed to the bedpost, which you most definitely didn’t put on yourself, and your breath comes out in quick breaths as you pull and tug on the chain

you start to cry, hyperventilating as you realize your ankles are also chained to the bed with little room to move to get off the bed and that you’re completely naked

a slight pressure is on your neck, and you tug at it and realize it’s a collar, like you’re a dog

the doorway to the room you’re in opens, and you try to scramble back as far as you can onto the bed

it’s not far enough as your back hits the headboard and a man with a blue uniform and hair tied up nicely into a bun enters the room

his eyes rove over your figure, and he stalks toward you, eyes not human as he crawls toward you on the bed

you try to kick him to get him away, but he easily catches your leg and squeezes tight, ice forming at the skin and freezing your nerves

you whimper and try to jerk your leg away, ice sending pain shooting up your body, and he lets out a low growl and jerks you toward him

he pins your hands up above you, freezing them in place and you cry as the ice cold temperature burns you, and he laughs at you

he trails his cold hands down your body, admiring the way goosebumps rise wherever he touches, and you squirm as best as you can in his grip to get away

it’s futile, your legs are spread by his hips, and he presses your hips down to stop you from moving

he growls at you to stop, or he’ll do something much worse

a blade of ice forms from his hand, and he points the sharp edge underneath your chin

immediately, you stop and take in shallow breaths as you hiccup and try not to cry as he hums in delight at your compliance

he puts down the ice blade, but it’s just within reach to remind to be good for him

he rubs at your hips and your waist and mutters something under his breath about you’ll bear his heirs, strong boys to lead his clan

you want to cry, scream, fight, but you don’t want to die and so you stay still and let tears drip down your cheeks as your wrists go numb

he trails his fingers down your stomach and spreads open your pussy folds, pressing his thumb into your clit and watching your hips jerk

you try to keep the sounds in, to not give him the pleasure of knowing he was making you feel good, but as he rubs insistent little circles into you, a small whine comes out

he chuckles and tells you he knew you were just a whore, a good little breeding vessel who’ll take his cock like a little slut

you can feel yourself getting wet, and you moan as he dips two cold fingers into your dripping cunt and fucks you roughly on his fingers

he laughs and presses his thumb into your clit, and you start to sob as he brings you closer to the edge against your will

your back arches off the bed as you cum, and your pussy clenches down on his fingers as you coat his fingers in your cum

your head spins as he brings his fingers out of your pussy and shoves them into your mouth, you have half a mind to not bite down and just let his fingers rest in your mouth

he pulls out his cock, and he pushes into you hurriedly, muttering under his breath how he needs to breed you, secure the future of the Lin Kuei, fuck until it takes

you cry as he fucks into you, hips slapping against yours and filling the room with a loud squelching sound

he rubs at your clit, telling you that you’re such a good bitch, such a good whore, gonna fill you up with his seed, have you round and pregnant as much as he can as you take care of his children

you cry as your mind goes blank, and you whine as you go over the edge, he

he grunts as he buries himself deep inside of you and cums inside of you

he stays inside of you, trailing his icy fingers over your body as you try not to think about how you’re stuck here, but your body jerks and twitches underneath his fingertips and keeps you in the present

he starts thrusting his hips in and out of you again, and you whine, saying you can’t please, you can’t you’re too sensitive

he growls at you to take it, and one of his hands go to tug at your collar as he starts fucking into you again

he makes you cum on his cock over and over again, filling you with his seed until you’re just a drooling teary mess and your stomach slightly bulges

he rubs your stomach, mumbling under his breath, but you’re too far gone to hear what he’s said and you pass out as he starts to fuck you again

you wake up, and you’re mostly cleaned up, ice gone

you’re sore and tired, and you quickly fall asleep again and hope someone will come and save you

but no one comes, and you learn that the blue assassin is named Bi Han, grandmaster of the Lin Kuei

you wake up, not completely sure of how many days have passed, but Bi Han has let you out of the chains and explore around the compound as long as you’re on the leash behind him

he brings you to a meeting, body clad in nothing, and you sit by Bi Han’s lap as he waits for the others show

a yellow assassin walks and sees you in Bi Han’s lap, and he immediately complains that you can’t be out, that it’s too dangerous for you

Bi Han growls that you are protected with him around and to keep him mouth shut

a gray assassin puts his hand on the yellow assassin’s shoulder and says Kuai Liang, you should calm down

Kuai Liang, it seems his name is, has furrowed eyebrows, but he listens and sits down to listen to the meeting

you sit silently by Bi Han’s legs, picking at the floorboards as you wait for him to finish up, and he brings you back to your room and locks the door, leaving you alone and chained to the bed

it’s only a few moments later when you hear the door latch open, and you look up and find Kuai Liang and not Bi Han

he closes the door behind him and locks it and crawls onto the bed

you flinch as he touches you

he’s much warmer than Bi Han, much much warmer, so much that it burns, and you whimper at the temperature difference

he laughs and coos at you, saying you’re just too cute, too innocent, that you need to be protected, too pretty for this filthy world

he mouths at your skin as he mumbles the words, and you let him, too scared to try and fight back like you had when Bi Han had first brought you here

he pulls your legs apart and admires your pussy, already wet for him, and he crawls down to place his cheek on your thigh

he places his tongue against your clit, and you whimper as the heat scorches through you

he hums at your small sounds and laps into your pussy desperately, trying to draw out more sounds from you, and he brings his hand up to fuck you on his fingers

you whine at the feeling, fingers thick and hot, as he fucks you slowly, stretching you out for his cock

he looks up at you, and he hums into your clit at the sight of your head thrown back in pleasure

he doubles his efforts, sucking on your clit and humming around it, and the vibrations travel up your mind and make your mind go blank as you whine and cum on his tongue

he moans into your pussy as he moves down so his nose grinds into your sensitive clit and he licks at your pussy to collect your release on his tongue

he mumbles out that you’re so sweet, so good for him, too good for this world, and he dives back into your cunt to make you cum on his tongue, he needs to taste you again

you cry as he keeps on lapping at your oversensitive clit, but he ignores your protests and keeps tasting you and fucking you on his tongue

you can’t think as he makes you cum on his tongue over and over again, groaning into you messy cunt as he grinds his hips into the bed and comes inside of his pants

but he can’t stop even as you start to push against him against all of your training

he doesn’t care, just can’t stop, and you end up passing out as makes you cum one more time on his fingers

Kuai Liang visits you more often after that

and then, the last one comes out of nowhere

you’re sleeping on the bed, cuddling into the pillows as you try to remember the days before, your past life before all this, but the memories are slipping and you can’t remember

can’t remember your home, can’t remember your friends, can’t remember your family, and all the days are starting to blur

and you can see your stomach growing, and by the way Bi Han had reacted at the sight of your plumping thighs and breasts and hips, you know you’re pregnant

but right now, you’re away from the both of them, letting your body rest

until you feel a hand brush over your stomach and something press into your back, hot and throbbing

an unfamiliar voice croons at you, telling you look so pretty carrying children, so so pretty and beautiful, that you’ll make a great parent, so loving and gorgeous as you’re filled with more heirs

he raises your legs up, cuddling into your neck and pressing kisses into your skin as he slides his cock between your folds to collect your growing wetness

he slides into you, and you whine at the stretch, but he kisses your neck and apologizes quietly as he fucks into you

you can’t do anything except take it as he fucks you and shower you in compliments, and his cock stretches you side and full, tip brushing against that sweet spot inside you

you throw your head back and whine as your oversensitive cunt clamps down on his cock and cums all over him all too quickly

he coos at you and tells you that you’re so good for him as he continues to thrust his cock deep inside of you

you clutch onto the sheets as he makes you cum on his cock a few more times before he grunts and spills his seed into you, staying seated inside of you as he brings your leg down and wraps his arms around your ample chest

you sob and whimper quietly as he tells you you’re so pretty for him, for them all, that you’ll give him and the others a big happy family

months pass, they continue coming to your room, bringing you out only if you’re hooked on your leash, and you’re starting to lose your mind

everything becomes harder as your belly rounds and grows plump with Bi Han’s child, and the men grow more handsy, more dangerous and aggressive towards their own soldiers

you cower in fear as they kill one of their men in cold blood for looking at you for too long, and they bring you back to your room and Bi Han stays with you, marking you in his kisses and hickeys

you’re never returning home, and you finally accept it, tears rolling down as your mind goes blank and forgets your past

[leafyeyes417]

I decided to create a masterpost or two with all the reblogs that I like in hopes that when someone sends out the “help me find that post” I can find it faster. It will be added to slowly because I do not have the patience to do it all at once. Also in no particular order of preference.

Keep in mind none of these posts are my works and I do not claim them as such.

If you see *** they are really good prompts with lots of reblogs.

Will be edited later, last updated: 7-21-24

Masterlists

Multi-story masterlists

dcxdpdrabbles

Hdgnj

Tu-turu-turah

Somnoir

Specific Story lists

Jason is Catnip to Danny

Hyena Danny

Finally Getting Help

Wrong Robin

Badger Day

Man has needs

Almanac

Take out for Dummies

Danny is just some guy

Changling AU (part 5, other part links at bottom of post)

Fast Car Driver Danny

Haunted Car

Harmless Series

Don’t eat anything

Hero Tweets

Just a Bite

Single posts

Ellie-centric

Ellie realizes how dangerous Danny’s home is

Danny’s Rescues from the Infinite Realms

Green Lanturn & crew stuck in IR

Dead on Main

Jason courting Danny with a casserole

Overprotective Fenton parents shovel talk

Danny courts Jason by giving him wine cups made from the Joker’s kneecaps

Jason becomes a Ghost Summoner after giving Danny food***

Dream Lover***

Soulmate summoning ring gone wrong

Dead Tired

Coffeeshop accident

Dead Serious

Dead Silent

Danny kills the joker with his thighs

Danny on the run from the GIW

Superman startles Danny and gets a concussion***

Danny In Gotham

Sleepwalker Danny who escapes all traps

Unknowing Fae Danny works at coffee shop

Danny pretends to be a Vampire***

Feral McGee

Danny only gets a Vacation from work in Gotham

Danny seems like an Oracle of Delphi***

The GAV affected by Fear Toxin

Tucker streams while Danny does what Danny does in the background***

Danny is kidnapped(?) by Batman***

Danny gets hired for a money laundering front***

Portal is built in Gotham, not Amity

Naga Danny

Villain Danny

Danny’s obsession is twisted, forcing him to be a villain

Danny teaches heroes their mistakes by being the villain***

Adopted Danny (as in not Bio Fenton)

Danny is Hal Jordan’s son

Harley asks Batman to take away her son

Harvey Dent is Danny’s bio parent

Danny adopted by Bruce Wayne

Danny distribution system

Danny makes a sales pitch to join the Batfam

Reincarnated Danny

They wake up as Talons

Reincarnation

Clockwork reincarnated as Alfred

Misunderstanding’s that end in chaos

High Danny mistakes Batman for Jack

Mis-text-derstanding

Summoning Danny

Number is not in service

Danny: Please get that stalker (Ra’s) away from me

Demon Twin/Brothers

Damian is normal by Amity standards

Maybe(?) his lost twin

Nyssa steals Danny

Danny undercover in Amity

Jazz decided she wanted a brother

Tim Twins/Brothers

Danny and Tim are half-siblings

Danny sleep teleports to another dimension

Jason and Danny are brothers

Jason is a Baby ghost, adopts babier ghost Danny***

Ghost King Danny

Danny needs to take care of the Lazarus pits

Danny finds out there is a Ghost LOA

Miscellaneous

Danny possesses the president

Danny takes Jason’s online cooking class

Danny forgot what is regular human

Jack was a hitman named Phantom

Ghost Calls

Danny & Jason have the same scars

Superman was supposed to wait for the JLD

Water Core Tim

Fenton Driving curse still applies

Danny asks Wonder Woman to make him a grave on Themyscria***

Kryptonite is actually trapped souls

Danny and self-fulfilling prophecy

Danny pretends to be a demigod son of Hades

Danny gifts Red Robin a jar with Ra’s eyes

Vlad Cloning Danny was actually a much worse offense, breaks oldest ghost law

Amity got put back in the wrong place after the Pariah Dark fight.

Jason involuntarily taken to the ghost hospital

Phantom Letters

Danny learns Astral magic

Miscellaneous Angst

GIW succeeds in shooting the portal

DPxMarvel

Loki falls through to the IR and is adopted by Danny

Pure DP (not crossover)

Danny was Eldritch the whole time

Danny gets sprayed with a chemical where he hallucinates the person he hates

Demon!AU (with Art)

[thespookiestparker]

The Price Of Freedom

A/N: hello everyone!! it feels very weird to be coming back to this blog with a new fic but I’ve been trying to put this together for months, I’ve finally torn myself away from the game for long enough to write about it lol enjoy!

p.s. I also made this playlist after I romanced him for the very first time and it was what I was listening to if you want some ✨mood music✨

Summary: Astarion struggles with his newfound livelihood now that he isn’t bound to Cazador

Pairing: Spawn!Astarion x GN!Tav

CW: Angst (That gets resolved), blood mention/description (kind of inevitable with a vampire but 🤷🏻‍♂️)

Over your time traveling with your newfound friends, you and Astarion had grown to be what you considered close. When everyone else had bedded down for the night, the two of you would more often than not find each other.

It had taken time, and you honestly weren’t sure it would happen. For a while, you were left to wonder if Astarion even liked anyone at camp, let alone you. Sometimes, he’d let things slip, though.

Like when you threw a pile of shit at that goblin’s face, he’d let out a soft chuckle. Short and sweet, something you’re sure he didn’t mean to set free, but he did nonetheless before the fighting had broken out. Or, a week later, when you’d started to catch him sneaking glances at you over the campfire as you spoke to Gale or Wyll. You could’ve sworn that a flash of jealousy flashed in his eyes from time to time, but you’d never tell him that you noticed. You didn’t want to embarrass him, even if he would never admit to feeling that kind of emotion.

It all came to a head at the party that was held at your camp with the tieflings from the emerald grove, when he’d asked to sneak away with you for the night for some ‘fun’. Something about him had seemed…off that night when you looked back on it. Astarion had seemed too composed for someone who’d been drinking. The vampire hadn’t said much about his past by then, other than that he’d had a master in Baldur’s Gate who had treated him like he was less than nothing. You could tell that pity wasn’t the answer here, that he would only take offense to something like that, so instead you showed him respect. He was a formidable ally, after all, you couldn’t afford to lose him, even if you hadn’t developed feelings for him.

Now, you were almost inseparable. Every time you fell in battle, he was the first to rush to help you up, and at first you weren’t sure if it was because he’d smelled your blood or if he was genuinely trying to help. That was, until you saw his eyes widen in a way you’d never seen before and only a few times since, vulnerable concern etched into his pale face. It made a pang of guilt explode in your chest that you’d ever thought any less of him.

Every day seemed to allow you to peel away at his prickly, impatient, and overall grumpy layers to get to the man beneath. The softer, more broken elf that had been hiding behind all these nearly impenetrable walls that he only seemed to let down around you, though it had been only partial to start. Even if someone else in the party was able to take a glimpse, you were slowly piecing together the whole picture.

Or at least, you thought you were.

It was the night before you were to reach Baldur’s Gate when the next one of those walls came crashing down around him, startling both of you.

You sought him out in the night, as you usually did, but when you peered into his tent, it was empty. Before you had time to process that, you heard his voice in the form of a deep growl behind you,

“What are you doing?”

Your body whipped around to face him, immediately noticing how he was towering over you. The blood on his chin glistened in the faint light of the moon, catching your gaze before his eyes of the same piercing red did.

You must’ve had a fearful look on your face because he seemed to snap back into his own mind, his expression going from a feral sort of anger to something akin to the familiar loving and vulnerable look you’d come to adore. But this was different. There was a deep sort of pain in his eyes, it made you instinctively extend your hand to him before he tore himself away.

“Don’t touch me.” he spat, his voice guarded and icy. He nearly pushed past you to get to his tent, to shroud himself in the familiarity of complete darkness and isolation.

“Astarion, wait—“ you tried, your hand hesitantly floating between the two of you as he angrily gripped the flap of his tent.

“Just. Leave me be. For tonight.” His voice was nothing more than a whisper just before he disappeared behind the red burlap of his tent.

The heaviness in your heart was devastating and cold, but you left him alone for now and decided to sit by the fire instead. Keeping watch over your sleeping friends as tears spilled silently over your cheeks.

All you could think about was comforting him, holding him in your arms until the pain seeped out of him in waves. But you weren’t about to go against his wishes, so instead you let your emotions run free until you fell asleep. You didn’t mention anything to the others in the morning, and you didn’t want them to notice. Astarion’s business was his own to share, not yours, so you weren’t going to let your emotions get in the way of that. He deserved privacy after all this time, you weren’t about to get in the way of that.

The next days distanced the two of you as your group explored the city. He seemed just as closed off as when you’d started your adventure, if not more, and you were afraid that nothing could get him to open up to you again. It seemed like the others may have noticed as well, though it wasn’t exactly a secret. The silence between the two of you was loud enough to be heard miles away.

“OOO! A circus! Can we go?!” Karlach squealed, gesturing to a sign that displayed a brightly colored poster for something called ‘The Circus of The Last Days’.

Maybe not everyone had noticed. No one else had said anything to contradict you, so you didn’t touch upon it.

“Sure, we can go.” You chuckle, trying your hardest to seem normal right now, for Astarion’s sake if not yours. You lead everyone into the circus, past the elf and the ghoul at the gate, and you all end up splitting off until it was just you and Astarion. You half expected him to distance himself from you again, since he’d seemed to need to be alone, but then his words from last night echoed in your mind.

“Just for tonight”

You weren’t sure why he’d suddenly wanted the distance, but you didn’t want to question it. He was well within his rights, but you couldn’t help the worry gnawing in your stomach that you were constantly pushing down.

All of it was interrupted when he slipped his hand in yours, a discreet maneuver that would’ve gone unnoticed by anyone looking at the two of you, before you felt him squeeze it. A wordless apology, which you happily accepted for now. You could talk later, for now, it felt safe to be enjoying the circus amidst the chaos that was your lives.

“Darling, do you think a statue of me would be too much for our little camp?” He asked, his normal smug confidence radiating from him as he posed next to a nearby tent. It was owned by a mud mephit and his wife, who were conveniently named Boney and Stoney, and advertised statues made of the likeness of any passersby willing to pay their price.

“It costs 5,000 gold!” You laughed, shaking your head at him as you tugged on his arm in a vain attempt to pull him away from said tent.

“So? Don’t you want something to immortalize my beauty for all of eternity?”

“I don’t need it, I already have you.”

The love and care you shower him with never ceased to take him off his guard, but he smiled regardless and continued on with you through the circus, enjoying the frivolous nature of the it all.

Days of traveling later, once your party had not only found Cazador, but made sure he was good and dead, you decided to at least attempt to breach the subject when he seemed to be more stable. Your relationship was so fragile that something this deep and painful could shatter it, which was exactly what you didn’t want.

That night, you found him just as you always did on nights like these, sitting by the dying fire as the rest of your friends headed to their separate corners of your dwelling for the night.

“May I join you?” You ask softly, gently touching his shoulder now that he’d been the first one to make physical contact earlier that day. You always let him take the lead on things like that because you wanted to let him be the one to make the choice of whether or not he wanted that kind of affection, knowing he had so little of his own autonomy for so many years. Even if he had expressed to you that it was becoming easier to differentiate you from those sorts of feelings.

“Of course, darling, always.” He responds in a similar tone, turning his head to look at you as you sat yourself beside him which made some of his stark white curls fall into his eyes.

“There have been times when you seemed to…” You pause, considering your wording for a moment, “...disagree with that statement.”

“That was different, I was…not myself.” He seemed almost disgusted by something, presumably something about himself or the way he acted last night.

“I’ve never seen you that way, it was almost like you were—”

“A vampire?” he interrupted, and you rest your hand over his where it lay on his knee,

“Someone else…You know that I see you for more than what you are. That I always have.”

“Regardless, I am lucky that you saw me in that state and not anyone else. I haven’t been that disheveled since I was first turned, and anyone else would only see a monster, which frustrates me all the more,” without letting you speak, he continued. Seeming to be fueled by the traumatizing anguish that lies within him, or at least some of it, “because it isn’t fair! I didn’t ask to be a monster! No one told me that I’d be cursed this way, and I regret not dying that night on the street—“ he exploded into a rage, though it was like the one you had seen the night he came back to camp. The same deeply seeded pain behind his eyes was ever present as he roared such hurtful words. He stood quickly, turning away from you as shame diffused from his being.

“Astarion…” You cried, holding out your hand for him only to see him flinch away. As if he was afraid you would hurt him, which made a burning pain spread through you emanating from your heart. It felt wrong, like you’d only made things worse without intending to. The tears that welled in your eyes came without your permission but you were helpless to do anything but keep them from falling.

“What?!” He whirled around to face you, his face spattered with tears. A level of distress and anger you hadn’t seen from him since Cazador’s passing. You’re suddenly reminded of the image that was him, kneeling over his former master’s lifeless body as he sobbed. Shirtless and covered in blood.

It had broken your heart to see him that way, but he’d needed that moment to let what had just happened wash over him. To finally be free.

You snapped back to reality when Astarion seemed to realize what he’d said, and how it had affected you as he roughly rubbed at his tear-stained cheeks.

“I…I don’t really think that way. This…all of this…has been… a bit much for me. Knowing that he forever changed me. That I’ll never truly have a chance to be something other than a monster in the eyes of most–”

You step forward, once again extending your hands but stopping just before you make contact with his skin to ask silent permission from him. He nodded with little to no hesitation, urging you on before you gently cupped his cheeks and continued to speak, “I don’t think that you’re a monster…You’ve said it yourself, you are so much more than he made you. I, for one, fully believe that. If you don’t believe it yourself right away, that’s more than alright, because I’ll be here to remind you. Every step of the way.”

He almost can’t look at you, more salty tears threatening to spill from his red and puffy eyes.

“I…don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to right now. All that you need to do right now is to rest. We both should.” You answer gently yet firmly, starting to pull your hands from his face before he grabbed one of your wrists.

“Don’t,” he started, an air of desperation in his words, “I…I haven’t been the kindest to you, and I apologize for that, but I don’t want to be alone. Please.” You hadn’t planned on leaving him, but usually touch was something that had made him uncomfortable so you were simply ending the contact even though he seemed to take it a different way.

“You won’t be alone…I’m here.” You reassure, moving your hand to his shoulder instead while letting him hold your wrist. “But I stand by my statement. Come on,” You lead him inside his own tent, bedding down with him for the first time since the night he’d come back to camp covered in something else’s blood, though it would be far from the last.

[alwayssassydreamer]

Only Room For One Red Head

A/N: Shanks and Kid are probably very OOC in this one but I don't care. Story is longer than planned sorry. As always not proofread

Plot: you and Kid are so busy loving each other that you don't realize you have a visitor

Warnings: smut, nsfw, voyeurism, p in v, MDNI

Characters: Kid x F!Reader x Shanks(kinda), Killer and Beckmann (side characters)

You took a book from your nightstand and flicked through the pages.

You were laying on your stomach, leaning on your elbows, feet tangling off the bed. wearing nothing but your underwear.

The book was more exciting than expected. you were so absored by it that you were startled when you felt a single finger running over your sole tickling it lightly

"Fuck" you cursed pulling your foot away and turning your head.

"Couldn't resist" Kid said with a cheeky grin as you turned back to your book.

"You mad now or what" he huffed taking in the sight before him.

"You said the briefing wouldn't take too long yet I'm waiting almost half an hour now" you said pretending to read.

"It didn't take long but afterwards i had to make sure everyone knows what to do and everything is going according to plan so No one would disturb me and my little mouse" he explained as he slowly climbed over your frame, his flesh hand moving over your thigh.

"You made sure? Did Killer go overboard or what?" You teased knowing quite well that his first mate was usually the one to double check everything and made sure that everything went smoothly.

"Are you undermining my abilities" he growled his hand squeezing your thigh.

You muffled a small laugh.

This rare playful moments between the two of you melt your heart. Especially since you and maybe Killer were the only ones to see this side of Kid.

Holding the book closer to your face you ignored him. When he suddenly bit your ass.

"Kid" you squealed surprised by the sudden sensation. He chuckled lowly before giving your booty a slap.

"Put that fucking book aside someone needs to be put in place"

"Sorry but i guess you'll have to wait till I'm done but don't worry won't take too long" you teased big grin on your face.

You heard an almost feral growl behind you before you were grabbed and turned around.

"What are you doing" you asked not able to contain your laugh.

He grabbed the book and threw it across the room. His strong form now hovering over you he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head holding them carefully with his metal hand.

"I'm not competing with a fucking book for your attention" he grumbled. You looked each other deep in the eyes smiling.

"You're really beautiful mouse"

"Not beautiful enough otherwise you wouldn't have kept me waiting" you teased your lips brushing over his.

"I'm gonna make it up to you and then you will never again complain about it". Mischievous grin on his face.

He pressed his lips on yours gently and lovingly kissing you. You could feel yourself melt into it. Carefully biting and pulling on his lower lip as he pulled away.

"Don't move" he commanded as he let go of you only to remove his shirt. You looked at him biting your lip.

"Like what you see".

"No.....I love it" you said as he crashed his lips on yours again. This time kissing you a little rougher forcing your mouth to open and let his tongue slide in.

He used his metal hand to steady himself while the other moved to your hip. Your own wrapped around his neck.

The moment he pulled away you whined.

But not for long as he started to kiss along your jawline then biting and sucking on your neck, a small moan escaping your throat.

You were so distracted with each other that you didnt realize that someone had entered the room - until he cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry to interupt you" the man said.

You turned in the direction the voice came from and were shocked to see who it belonged to.

"Shanks" you said in disbelief making Kid let go of you.

"The fuck you doing?! How did you get in here?" Kid yelled jumping of the bed.

"Well we came across your ship and I wanted to finally meet the man who lost his arm to my first mate myself." He taunted as he grabbed the chair by the desk and sat down.

Kids eyes were filled with rage. You knew he was ready to attack him so you grabbed his arm.

"Baby please" you begged trying to calm him down.Shanks who watched the two of you closely smiled.

"Don't worry your crew is fine. I'm not here to fight you, like I said I just wanted to meet you and maybe borrow some of your booze" Shanks explained his gaze moving from Kid to you.

That didn't go unnoticed by Kid who grabbed his shirt and threw it to you.

"You can't hide such a beauty from me" Shanks teased while you were so dumbstruck you couldn't even move.

"Shanks, the brats are under control no one's hurt." Benn Beckman said leaning against the doorframe.

"What do we have here" he mocked as he looked at you.

"Seems we interrupted their fun" Shanks said chuckling.

As soon as Kid caught sight of Beckmann he clenched his fist, body tensing, the small metal parts in the room starting to shake.

You were worried that he might do something stupid so you pulled hardly at his arm causing him to take a step back and sit on the edge of the bed.

You moved closer to him and placed your head on his shoulder body pressing against his back as one hand gripped his flesh hand the other placed on his chest.

"I know you're mad but please love calm down. He said they're fine don't give them a reason to change that" you calmly said the hand on his chest gently moving up and down.

"You should listen to your pretty lady" Shanks said grabbing the bottle of wine that was placed on the desk next to him, taking a big gulp.

"If anything happens to them-"

"If you don't do anything stupid no one will harm them" Beckmann said cutting Kid of.

You too were worried about Killer and the crew but something in the older men's voices had you think they were true to their words.

"Come on love, Killer is with them and he's smart enough to assess the situation. He will be fine. Do it for me please" you whispered into Kid's ear.

The metal parts stopped shaking - a sign that he calmed down a little. Even though you two would often bicker or tease each other even throw some insults at each other from time to time you still loved the other deeply. Kid's usually loud and angry demeanor immediately dropped the moment he was with you.

"How about you tell us where we can get the booze and then we'll leave your ship so you can take care of your little lady" Beckmann said smug smile on his face.

"but I want to watch" Shanks said smiling at you, making you blush, while Beckmann shook his head.

That was unexpected but you didn’t mind them watching. You had no problem showing people how much you loved Kid. Usually Kid didn't mind either most of the crew had stepped in on you so many times. Killer was mostly the (un)lucky one. One time Kid was fucking you while discussing who knows what with Killer.

"The booze is at the end of the corridor on the left side" you said looking at Beckmann.

"Thank you little lady"

Kid tilted his head to look at you. You gave him a warm smile.

"I've waited way too long" you complained playful smile on your face.

"Oh you should never keep a lady waiting, especially not if she's so stunning" Shanks mocked Kid. The latter growled wanting to snap at Shanks.

"Ignore him and let him watch. Show him how much you love me." You whispered in his ear biting his earlob and pulling carefully.

He tilted his head to look at you and smiled evilly. He jumped on you tackling you to the bed.

"Where were we?" He asked teasingly and started to kiss your neck slowly moving down to your chest.

He took hold of your bra and ripped it off and in Shanks' direction, who let out a small chuckle.

You both tried to blend him out.

Kid's kisses were more passionate than before probably because of Shanks. You moaned as he licked over your nipple while his flesh hand ghosted over your skin.

"Oh god Kid" you moaned as you gripped at his hair. He looked up at you smiling. The look in his eyes sent a wave of heat through your body.

He grabbed your hand and carefully placed it on his chest right over his heart.Feeling his heartbeat speeding up when he looked up at you made you smile.

Your other hand gently pulled at his hair motioning him to come closer so you could kiss him. He smiled into the kiss.

Though you felt Shanks' burning eyes on you you didn't care. All that matter right now was Kid and the way he made you feel like there were only the two of you in this world.

He continued to place small kisses down your body to your lower belly stopping at your waistline. With the fabric of your panty between his teeth he slowly pulled it down. His breath brushing against your core.

"Please stop teasing" you said breath hitching.

"If that's what my mouse wants" he taunted and in a swift move removed your panties.

A moment later he had ridden himself of his clothes.

He spread your legs a little further and placed himself between them. Loving kisses were placed along your inner thigh. Your hands gripping the sheets in anticipation.

The moment his lips met your core you gasped. Kid continued to torment your pussy with sweet kisses before suddenly using his tongue on your clit and pushing two fingers inside you.

"Fuck" you moaned arching your back. His hands taking hold of your hips to prevent you from moving too much.

When he was satisfied with prepping you he grab one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder. Pushing his cock deep inside you.

"God dammit" you hissed your nails clawing at the bed sheets.

"Damn mouse you feel so good" He picked up the pace making you moan louder. Lust rushing through your body. Shivers running down your spine.

"Oh Kid I'm close" you almost shouted at him.

Kid growled grabbing your other leg throwing it over his other shoulder.

The new sensation was driving you crazy. He was so deep in you. Feeling so good.

"Cum for me" he said as his own climax approached, placing a finger on your clit rubbing it. This was too much for you - you couldn't take it any more. You reached your high screaming his name. The feeling of your juice around his cock brought him to his own orgasm. You were panting and sweating, chest heaving.

"That was amazing mouse" Kid said after pulling out of you and collapsing on the bed next to you.

"What a show" you had almost forgotten that Shanks was still in the room.

"Had to keep myself from joining in" he said buttoning up his pants. Well looks like he was enjoying himself.

"But couldn't bring myself to disturb you two lovers" he teased. Kid propped himself up on his elbow.

"Show's over now get the fuck off my ship" he grunted grabbing the sheets to cover your naked body.

"Fine, thanks for the entertainment, next time we meet I'm joining you or maybe borrow your lovely lady instead of booze" Shanks said as he got up and made his way to the door.

"Sorry but the only one armed red head that is allowed to fuck me lays next to me" you said bluntly making Kid laugh.

Shanks stopped and turned to look at you. You were expecting some sort of anger but you were instead greeted by a warm smile.

"What a pity. But i respect that" Shanks said calmly and left the room.

"I love you mouse"

"I love you too" you rolled on top of him and kissed him.

"But i have to go check on the crew" he continued lifting you off him.

You couldn't blame him and decided to go with him.

When you arrived on the deck the red hair pirates had almost left the ship.

Kid immediately went to Killer asking if everyone's ok, never letting go of your hand.

You turned to look as the yonko and his first mate stopped for a moment turning to look at you causing you to tightly hold onto Kid’s arm. The latter not paying attention still too absorbed to make sure everyone is fine.

The older pirates stared at you for what felt like an eternity. With a smile from the first mate and a wink from the yonko they finally got off the ship causing you to blush slightly.

"I thought you wanted to get rid of them" Beckman said to Shanks as their ship sailed futher and further from the Victoria Punk.

"Changed my mind, after all they're just kids"

"This has nothing to do with the little lady and the captain. Seems like you've grown a sof spot for them" Beckmann mocked.

"Real love is a beautiful thing and hardly to find in a world like this, Becks" Shanks said smiling thinking about the bond between you and Kid.

[rebornologist]

I know he is the king of softness but how about some 🚨 nasty where abe is dom, like we were teasing him so bad holding his hand all over a meeting and having nasty thoughts of him taking control that after the meeting he show us how rough and dom he can be, that he leaves us not being able to walk. I AM BLUSHING HARD RIGHT NOW THINKING OF IT

dom abe ♡ sends u to the ER?!⁎⁺˳✧༚

I love this prompt because I actually recently got into reading the BPRD comics, and our dearest agent sapien is not as much of an awkward nerdy softie mess in that depiction :’) That man is so FOINE y’all I’m obsessed..

warnings: biting, fingering, ambiguous reader parts lol, pinning reader down, it's pretty feral with a subtle prey/predator undertone, could be read as cnc, lil suggestion of facefucking, and ofc.. I love talking about his cum ♡

༚✧⁺˳₊˚‿︵‿︵‿୨୧ · ˳ · ♡ · ˳ · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿˚₊˳⁺✧༚

So your hand brushes his during the debrief, and he innocently lifts it up to cover yours, lightly going back and forth over your knuckles and the back of your hand. His cold fingers juxtapose your warm skin, but you smile at the subtle gesture of affection. Then, your mind wanders.. to other times when his body temperature juxtaposed yours.

You notice his breathing pause for a moment, out of the corner of your eye, and you actively realize where your mind has wandered to. When he nervously exhales and draws his hand away, you double down and move your hand to his under the table, discreetly. You also lean over to rest your head on his shoulder, casually. It’s not a startling display of affection, especially because it was only HB, Liz, and Johann present at this particular meeting, but it also meant that Abe was unable to move away without drawing more attention to the two of you.

With Johann droning on and on, you let your mind wander, telepathically insisting that Abe not be shy about getting a little rougher with you. You’re an agent of the BPRD, you can handle a bit more forcefulness… To this, his eyes get a little shifty, side-eyeing you the best he can (he is literally fish-eyed) and clearing his throat, before trying to keep up with the topic at hand. He diverts the attention to you, in a vain attempt to put a pause on your dirty thoughts.

“Oh, yeah.. Kraus is onto something with that theory, I think the pieces do fit together into some kind of key,” you pip up, moving your hand off of Abe’s to brush against his bare thigh. He mentally curses himself for not wearing full length pants that day. As you casually draw little circles over the top of his leg, moving ever closer to the inside of his thigh, you continue, “and the key has to fit a lock..” you raise your eyebrow, as you picture a completely different kind of key and lock in your mind.

Abe snorts, sitting upright and putting his hand over yours to stop that incessant caressing, and clears his throat gently before adding his input to the conversation.

With that, your mind goes wild; It’s full of thoughts of him being more stern with you, suggesting that he should leave some marks for you to cover up, maybe putting you in your place so you don’t dare distract him during the next meeting, maybe making it so you are the one that has to hold in your moans this time around, the list goes on and on..

And finally, finally, when the meeting is adjourned, you happily stand and bid the team good evening, walking off down the halls back to your living space, not knowing that you’re in for a long night ahead..

You unwind a little bit, not thinking too much about how badly you teased him. The thought of apologizing for your misbehaviour crosses your mind, and you decide to pay your partner a visit in the library before you turn in for the night. He did furiously avoid your gaze as he left the meeting room, and only nodded politely and agreeably when  you said you’d see him later.

As usual, you knock lightly on the door before entering, and you’re surprised to not see him anywhere. “Abe..?” You call out, walking in slowly, ducking your head between the aisles and shelves to look for him. He’s clearly not in his tank, but you don’t see him anywhere else.

Suddenly, the record player starts up, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Oh, I was looking for you—OH!” Your brief moment of calm is interrupted by a cold, firm grip around your wrist, as you’re pressed up against the book shelf by none other than your sweet and loving partner.

“What had gotten into you during the debrief? Were you possessed or something?” He starts, incredulously. A jumbled reply falls from your lips, but you’re still in a bit of shock to defend yourself at this point. You manage to stutter a meek, “I’m sorry?” but that’s followed by a sharp gasp as you feel his hands running down your back and groping at your ass, with the other gripping your chin and turning your head to face him.

“I’m afraid that’s not adequate reasoning for such unprofessional behaviour, my dear,” he blinks at you, clicking his tongue in disapproval as he brushes against your sensitive spots harshly. That’s when you realize he’s definitely going to make you regret asking him to be rough with you (he couldn’t if he tried, but anyway…)

"If you're going to act like such a.. brat," he bites down hard at the junction of your neck, and pulls away as you squeal. “Oh?” He would have an eyebrow raised if he had eyebrows, but the tone of his voice says it all. “Going to make a fuss now that I’m testing your bold claims, love?” He frowns, almost mockingly. You feel the heat building in your face, and you fumble your words as you try to explain that you were just messing with him. This doesn’t stop him from shaking his head and pressing you back up against the wall, littering your neck and shoulders with bites and sucking harshly at the surface wounds, licking and lapping at your hot flesh while you squirm and slap a hand over your lips to quiet your sounds.

He will catch on and replace your hand with his, and every delicious little mewl he draws from you reverberates right into his palm, and it nearly sends him into a frenzy. He uses his lanky frame to his advantage as he turns you around and presses himself up against you. “You know well enough what you do to me,” he mumbles, rubbing you through your shorts as one hand brushes up under your shirt to grope at your chest and pinch at your nipples, “and to abuse that power.. oh, your heart is racing,” he notes, almost with a hint of amusement in his tone, as he roughly pulls your shorts down just enough to swipe a finger across your warmth. “and.. so wet, huh?”

He grips your shoulder and forces you to bend over for him as he wets and slips a digit or two inside of you, curling it to brush against your sweet spot. “I guess the feeling is mutual, hm?” He teases as he fingerfucks you while you grip the edge of the bookshelf, biting down on your lip as you struggle to contain your noises.

“Ah ah ah, keep it down.. in the library,” he leans over just to whisper that in your ear, mock scolding you and lifting your shirt up to slip the hem of it between your teeth, punctuating his comment with a soft bite to your earlobe and chuckling when you whine and try to pull away. You’re just showing him how fun you are to play with, and it unlocks a new fascination within him.

You get to decide just how many orgasms he chooses to wring out of you until he deems it appropriate to push your shoulders down and listen to your sweet garbled and muffled begging while he rails you from behind, a few fallen magazines being pushed aside as you shake under him like a thoroughly fucked out mess. It was mind-blowing, simply put.

How do you feel about tasting the mix of you two together? If you’re open to it, and he’s feeling extra offended by what you thought of during the meeting, I hope you enjoy getting held down and facefucked by your darling fishman while he coos and shushes you and praises you for taking it so well. He runs out of degrading words really quickly, actually, and can only continue to praise you because he knows that you’re enjoying the rough treatment, and he thinks it’s incredibly sexy to use you like this. You end up literally covered in his cum, with it leaking out of you and painting your face and chest and lower stomach and back, because he was.. pent up, so to speak, and he feels so guilty after he’s done with you.

“Oh dear.. oh my goodness, are you okay?” He finally asks, full of worry and chest heaving from exertion as he fusses over your limp form. You nod weakly with a content smile, stifling a giggle, your nose scrunching happily as you bask in your afterglow. He's so gentle with you afterwards, apologizing for fear of taking it too far, but you reassure him that you had a great time, despite your protests.

It isn’t until a few hours later (post bath and diligent aftercare, ofc) that you realize you’re sore in places you’ve never been sore before, and he may have bitten harder than he thought in some spots. Needless to say, you refused to pull anything at the next meeting because you were too busy feeling sorry for your poor bruised and bandaged self. It was totally worth it, though.

[mariamakeslemons]

Spooktober 2024: Day 22 Home Invaders

Warning: Breaking and entering, implied kidnapping, military politics and terrorism, Reader is female and is implied to be a famous writer

I don't know how to feel about this one, y'all. I like the idea, but I'm not sure about the pacing...

You’re curled up on the sofa, the tv playing some mindless soap opera as you type away at your script. Your publisher is breathing down your neck for new work, especially when your most recent book is already slatted for a possible movie adaptation. You already nixed the adaptation, having seen the rewrites that basically butcher the script you were willing to allow. The story needs to remain as pure as it could, going from the beginning to the end. Instead, their rewrites had become meandering, obviously trying to add drama that adds nothing to the story. Disappointing, but not surprising with how Hollywood does its dirty business.

A rustling in your garden catches your attention. You pause and listen, confused about what could have made that noise. There’s no feral cats in the area and you unfortunately lost your dog a few months ago. There are no woods nearby, so it’s unlikely to be a wild animal. However, you don’t hear anything else. You turn back to your laptop and return to work, deciding it must just be the wind.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on your door, startling you again. Slowly, you rise from the couch and pad quietly to the door, peering around the corner to peek outside through the window. A man is standing there, handsome, but unfamiliar. You slowly walk toward the door, hesitant, especially when the man sees you. Angular, is the first thing you think, shuffling over to the door. He gives you a smile that sets you on edge. Your husband is still deployed and you had planned to get another dog with him, leaving you relatively defenseless. Then you see his eyes.

“Oh shit,” you gasp, scrambling to the cellar. You hear glass break, but you don’t pause. John had told you what to do if any of his enemies find you.

“Listen, Love. If any one you don’t know tries to get you while I’m not home, barricade in the cellar. I’ll leave down a charged phone, a charger, and a few guns. Use those guns if any of those fuckers make it down. Call me on that phone, then call Kate, then the police. In that order. If I can’t make it home in time, Kate will dispatch someone to help you. The police are a formality,” he had told you, in his Captain tone. Right now, you’re sprinting through the house, hearing an accented voice yelling for you. You practically throw yourself down the stair, only taking a moment to lock the door behind you and slam down the wood beam to block the door.

“John,” you pant, scrambling to the phone. Your hands are shaking, a sob choking out as something slams against the door. You finally dial John’s number, and you pray someone will pick up.

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Price is in the middle of trying to mediate between Graves, Kate, Shepard, and his boys when his emergency phone rings.

“And who the hell is that?” the General sneers as a stone drops in Price’s stomach. Ignoring the American’s shit talking, he pulls out the phone and his heart sinks. It’s the cellar phone, and you promised only to use it when someone broke into the house.

“Oh, an important phone call? Why don’t you share with the class?” Graves offers with a shit eating grin. Price doesn’t want to, but they’ve already made Grave answer his phone on speaker when a booty call tried to entice him back to her bed. Reluctantly, he answers the phone on speaker.

“John? John, are you there?” your voice sounds from the tinny speaker.

“Yes, Love, I’m here,” he assures you. Gaz and Soap look up while Ghost tenses, the only one to have met you, to know who you are.

“John,” you sob, “There’s someone here. They got in the house.” A faint banging sounds through the speaker and your yelp wipes the grins off Graves and Shepard’s faces. You choke back your sob and continue, “Th-There’s a man, he’s really angular, with- with an accent, an- and.”

“Mrs. Price,” a horrifyingly familiar voice is barely heard, “Be good and open the door.”

“Makarov,” Price snarls, “Sweetheart, hide in the gun--” There’s the sound of a door splintering open and you scream. Price reaches for the phone desperately as he hears you struggle against the bastard, baring his teeth in fury at the sound of skin meeting skin in a slap.

“Hello, Captain Price,” Makarov purrs into the receiver, “You have a very pretty wife. Not a good hostess, unfortunately. She left us at the door.”

“You don’t fucking touch her,” Price snarls, seeing Kate already pulling up her laptop and trying to put together a rescue mission.

“It’s too bad that she is incapacitated,” Makarov hums idly, letting them all hear you cry out before a solid thud and silence. The terrorist continues, “Of course, she’s also unimportant, right? What is a Captain’s wife worth, hm?”

“Let her go!!” Price roars, wishing he could be there to kill Makarov and get you away from the psychopath.

“You took my honor, my pride, and my freedom. I think taking your world is an equal exchange,” Makarov explains before hanging up. The silence in the meeting room is damningly silent, except for Kate’s fingers flying over the keyboard.

“She’s got the tracker on,” Kate declares, “And they’re on the move.”

“Keep me updated,” Price orders.

“You aren’t going after her,” Shepard argues, although it’s obvious that even the General is shaken. Price takes a breath before looking at the older man.

“She’s famous,” he explains impatiently, “Her name remained the same for her work, but she is my wife. You don’t think the civil population won’t be up in arms to find her?”

“Didn’t she just cancel a possible project with Hollywood?” Kate asks idly, not even looking up as both Shepard and Graves realizes just what that means. You are important enough to the civilian population that should word get out that they refused to help rescue you, their livelihoods are on the line.

“Keep us updated too,” Graves says, “I’ll start spreading my men out to make something of a net.”

“Thanks f’r that,” Ghost speaks up, rising from his seat, “I’ll start prepping f’r th’ mission.”

[karshown]

s'kuna . - sfw & light nsfw - jjk

mention of: sharpened objects such as nails, slightly mean remarks by sukuna, small swearing.

SUKUNA had an odd way of showing affection, or asking to merely feel your touch, just the feeling of your skin beneath his finger pads. Just the feeling of his long nails lightly grazing your soft, plush skin.

Sukuna in general was just odd, he swore up and DOWN that he had zero to no serious feelings regarding your wellbeing, but even the smallest injury ruining your even skin, drove him mentally crazy. Insane even.

So when you were laid under Sukuna, breathing gently onto his bare chest, he couldn't help but feel his heart tug. Something he wasn't used to, something he had no words to describe but it happened everytime you came around.

Every. Single. Time.

He refused to imagine himself loving someone who purely wasn't him, who wasn't Sukuna Ryomen. The sight of you being so close to his half naked body was enough to make him want to love you..? maybe even.. cherish you?

You were so innocently unaware of the evil power the man that laid just a few centimeters from your unconscious body possessed. Or it was more like you didn't bother to care, you loved Sukuna and that was that.

Sukuna directed his attention to the TV, completely pushing any feelings that he had towards you aside and locked away. The slight nudge of your nose nuzzling its way into the solid wall (Sukunas chest) in front of you caused his body to jerk back, he cursed at himself for almost waking you up with that minor movement.

Sukuna couldn't help but stare, did he have feelings or was it just a mini hoax. Or was he solely delusional.

"Are you blushing?" Your voice startled him, he had barely noticed that you were slowly waking up by the minute, his immediate reaction was to deny all false accusations, if not proven it simply wasn't true.

"Of course not, this sight disgusts me!" You never took Sukunas words to heart, you and him both knew that he wanted to have every inch of you.

"Whatever, hold me."

"Mm no,"

"Fine you don't love me, I get it.." thats what you said everytime he didn't do something small, yet he listened everytime & truly deep down believed that you assumed that. Which left a peircing feeling in his chest, everytime.

Moments after you felt two overly long arms wrap around your smaller frame, pulling you close, too close. You were barely able to let out a few huffs as Sukuna tightened his grip around you, he made sure you understood you were more than important to him, you were his everything, & without you he was nothing.

A nobody, a zero.

"Okay okay, I get it!" even that didn't force him to loosen his grasp, you were losing consciousness by the second.

"S'kuna!" you began to beat on his chest with your balled-up fist repeatedly, until he finally released your body, you huffed and puffed as you sat up. The sight of you trying to compose yourself excited him, especially with you sitting on his lap, legs spread as your finger tips lightly grazed his light happytrail, he was about to go feral. You threw your head back, barely focused on what Sukuna was planning on doing.

You didn't care, you almost died, well thats an exaggeration but regardless your life flashed before your eyes all because he wanted to prove that he loved you deep down, down to the veins on his dick. You were startled by the feeling of Sukuna snaking his fingers around your thick, plump thighs. He dug his claws into your skin, not enough to draw blood but enough to lightly sting.

You decided to play dumb, you tilted your head to the side as you raised a brow.

"You know what I want, don't play fucking dumb."

"Well, use your words?"

"Ughhhh, I don't feel like it." Sukuna pouted, as you let out a sigh, finally giving in as he silently whispered "victory" to himself.

[icycoldninja]

The monster in the closet (Genesis x reader)

Your physical body lay in your bed, fast asleep, while your subconscious danced about in dreamland, making friends with mutant unicorn-aliens that smelled like popcorn and had giant wads of cotton candy on their horns--or whatever it was that you usually dreamed about--when you were abruptly startled from your slumber by a blood-curdling scream, followed by a massive explosion and the sound of frenzied footsteps hurrying up the staircase. Your brow crinkled in confusion as you slowly sat up, pulled the covers back, and prepared to slide off the bed when the door suddenly burst open, revealing an incredibly panicked feral cat Genesis.

"Y/N!" He shrieked, voice shrill and nearly unrecognizable.

"What, Gen?" You groaned, massaging your eyelids, trying to get your blurry, sleep-hazed vision to return to normal. Genesis' fists were clenched and shaking as he crossed the room to bury his face into your shoulders. Confused, you returned the hug. "What's up?" Genesis then sucked in a great, long, trembling breath before bursting into loud, horribly exaggerated sobs.

"THERE'S A MONSTER IN THE CLOSET!!!" He wailed, clutching you tightly, trembling with genuine fear. You raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the sobbing man in your arms.

"A...monster?" Genesis nodded feverishly.

"A monster! It's huge, has tons of arms, and no matter how many Firagas I throw at it, it won't fucking die!" He threw himself upon your neck and wept, hot tears soaking your skin. You sighed, patting his back and shushing him; rocking him like the baby he was.

"It's OK, Gen," You whispered, kissing his forehead and squeezing his biceps. "Everything's ok-"

"EVERYTHING IS NOT OK!" Genesis whined, pulling away with a tearful pout. "There is a monster in the closet downstairs! Help me!" You threw your arms into the air in exasperation.

"What the hell do you want me to do about it?" Genesis frowned and placed his hands on his hips, tears gone and irritable attitude returning.

"I want you to kill it!" You let out a long, suffering sigh and followed him downstairs to where the "monster" was supposedly hiding. Genesis dragged you down the staircase, revealing that he'd absolutely destroyed the first floor.

"Holy shit, what happened here?" You gasped, looking around in pure astonishment. All the furniture had been scorched; massive, charred craters were present everywhere on the walls, the floors were singed, and even the ceiling had dents in it somehow.

"These are...the results of my....erm...attempts to defeat the monster." Genesis admitted, nervously heading towards a linen closet that had been blocked with a table. "The monster's in there." Genesis said, unsteadily pointing at the door. "Go on, kill it!" You rolled your eyes, then shoved the table aside as Genesis anxiously wrung his hands behind you. With bated breath, and shaky hands, you turned the doorknob and swung the closet door open.

"Genesis, what the fuck?"

It was a spider. A goddamn, fucking spider. It wasn't even a big spider, or a dangerous one! It was a tiny little house spider. Heaving a great, exhausted sigh, you snatched a slipper from the closet shelf and whacked the spider with it.

"There, done. Was that really worth destroying half our house, Gen?" Genesis gazed at you with trembling lips and puppy dog eyes.

"Yes," He croaked, before breaking out into loud, frightened sobs again. Sighing, you took the melodramatic redhead in your arms and kissed him.

"You're such a drama queen, Gen," You mumbled, raking your hands through his hair. Genesis did not answer; he was likely milking this opportunity as much as he could to get more attention from you. "Come on," You chuckled, throwing an arm around his shoulder and guiding him upstairs. "Let's go back to bed. I'll hold you." With a sniffling sob, Genesis wiped his tears with the sleeve of his coat and clung onto you tightly as you led him up the stairs. Truly, what a drama queen.

[mysticstarlightduck]

Nine Lines Nine People Tag

Thanks for the tag, @winterandwords (here)! This is more than nine lines but I liked this snippet so much I couldn't help myself lol.

This excerpt is from my WIP The Forgotten Ones!

"Remember me?" Deryc stepped out of the shadows, into the cluttered hallway, lit by the flickering lamplight, eyes burning with a bright red fury, like molten iron. 

The Magister scrambled back, startled, but with disdain and contempt still written on his timeworn face. "Now why would I remember you? Another wildmage come to spread your kind's corruption further into this wretched land, no doubt."

Deryc gave him a manic, feral smile, though his eyes remained unyielding, "Not really. But you do remember me though." He took a step forward, stopping at arms' reach from the Magister, tilting his head to the side slowly, like a curious cat, letting the dim light frame his angular features - for a moment, like a haunting picture of every crime the Inquisition had committed, come to life. "Because I'm the boy who watched you torture his brother for power. For magic you called profane, but which you wanted to wield. You destroyed my world..."

The young man paused, savoring the moment. His eyes grew brighter, ember red, now glowing in the shade. Deryc watched the Magister's face visibly pale, disdain seeping away from his features and giving way to sheer, unbridled fear. And oh, how he loved the sight of it. 

Deryc finally finished his sentence, holding out his hands, from which twin flames now burned bright, "Now I'm going to burn yours."

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[scavengerssuccotash]

Someone send me a one-liner and I’ll see what I can do with it. I’m bored and not tired yet

“Well, how did that end up there?”

Natasha looks down at the jewelry box in her hands, an odd look on her face. She runs her fingers over the emerald green velvet slowly, as if cautiously petting a feral cat, trying to coax it into a pleasing purr. It shouldn’t be a big deal and in all reality it’s not. Men have brought her gifts before; an ornate Tiffany tennis bracelet here, a pair of pearl earrings there. The act of receiving a gift isn’t what bothered her, it was the idea behind it that did.

Her features twist into a hard pinch as she thrusts the jewelry box back into Clints chest. “Take it back, Clint. I don’t want it.”

Clint, who only minutes ago was grinning ear to ear, is startled by her sudden and downright nasty glare, but tries to play it off with an inoffensive nervous laugh.

“Come on Nat you didn’t even look at it!”

Natasha however refuses to look him in the eye. She doesn’t laugh either and instead shakes her head. “Just return it, Clint and if you can’t give it to someone else. Or sell it and donate the proceeds to a charity of my choosing and then we can call it good—“

The weary nervous smile Clint was desperately holding onto crumbles away as his arms fall to his sides. “What?! What wrong? What do you mean return it?! Why in the hell would I give it to someone else, I bought it specifically for you, Nat! Why are you acting like this? You’re acting like I dropped down to one knee, which I didn’t by the way!” Clint gestures frustratedly as his upright self. “Very clearly standing here! It’s just a piece of jewelry not a marriage contract!”

“Is it?” Natasha snaps, with an accusatory brow arch. “Is it really just a gift?!”

Clint sighs angrily and rolls his eyes before twisting behind him to drop the jewelry box onto his kitchen counter. “This is a really cockeyed way to tell me you wanted something serious, Nat! I haven’t even told Phil we’re dating yet, imagine how fucking livid he’ll be when I ask him to be best man!”

“I’m not saying that at all!” Natasha shouts, completely frustrated at how wrong this conversation is going.

Clint meets her shout with one of his own, the tension that has been steadily simmering between them for the past week reaching its boiling point. “Then what are you saying Natasha! Because I’m fucking lost here!

Something snaps within her, something old and buried so deep behind the trenches of her Red Room conditioning that when it escapes it leaves her breathless and wide eyed. The words blurt out of her in a dizzying rush of realization and slurred constants.

“You can’t just buy me!”

Clint steps back as if she had shoved him. He blinks, once, twice, three times before his opens his mouth to speak only to shut it moments later. A hot flush burns down the column of her throat, blazing across the bridge of her nose in a roaring fire that bring tears to her eyes and a sting in her nose as Natasha’s gaze falls to the box sitting behind him. She can’t look him in the eyes, unable to bear the truth of what her words really meant. Clint knows her history, he knows what the Red Room made her do but how could she ever explain how it had made her feel knowing that her worth was bought and paid for in trinkets? Still though, she tries. Her effort to do so perhaps a testament to her love for him than the clumsy attempt itself.

“I’m not…” she starts, her voice raw and wobbly on its legs. “I don’t want that to be a thing between us. I don’t want you to buy me things, and expect something in return.”

Clint’s large warm hand cups her cheek, his thumb brushing away an errant tear before she’s pulled into the hard planes of his chest. Her hands come up to wrap around his back instantly, splaying her fingers across his shoulder blades, as she buries her face into his chest. Clint cocoons her with his arms, his chin resting lightly on the top of her head. They stay like that for minutes, soaking into each other’s body heat until Clint speaks.

“I don’t buy you things because I expect something in return, Tasha. I buy you things because I love you and sometimes I’m not great at letting you know that.” Clint pulls her away from him and meets her eyes. “I have never ever ever thought of you like that. The only thing I will ever expect from you is to have my back out there, that’s it.”

Natasha swallows and nods her head before looking down, suddenly ashamed at herself for even thinking to compare him to the men of her past. “I’m sorry…I’m acting ridiculous—“

Natasha’s rambling is cut off with the press of Clint’s lips. Her lips curl against his, but the kiss is brief and over before she can really savor it.

Clint shakes his head. “You’re not being ridiculous, Natasha.”

Natasha smiles and then sighs as she catches sight of the box. “What was it?”

Clint shrugs. “Doesn’t matter, I’ll return it tomorrow. Do you want to watch a movie with me?”

“Okay.”

The movie is cheesy and the popcorn is buttery and salty and the rest of the night unfolds easily, but the box remains on his kitchen counter taunting her. She finds herself glances at it every once in a while, burning curious despite herself.

It’s around three in the morning when Natasha slips out of bed, her legs still a bit sore from sex and chaffed from the stubble of Clint’s chin. Clint snores peacefully resting on his stomach and completely unaware as she tips toes her way to the kitchen. The velvet covering of the jewelry box feels soft in her hands, the weight of it heavy in her heart.

Holding her breath, Natasha carefully pries open its lid to reveal a necklace perfectly presented on a cushion of creamy satin. The breath she was holding whooshes out of with a choked huff.

“Idiot.” She whispers as she fingers the delicate chain and tiny arrow pendent.

The next morning Clint awakes with a mouthful of red hair and the scent of Natasha in his nose. A sleepy smile stretches itself across his lips as he drops a kiss below her ear and then another to her neck when he freezes at an unfamiliar texture meeting his tongue. He pulls back and squints against the bright sun streaming through his bedroom window and grins.

He blows into her ear, encouraging her to stir and turn towards him with a sleepy frown. When she does he captures her lips with his own before pulling back. Natasha stares up at him with a content smile on her lips as his trails a finger over the delicate chain of her necklace.

“Well, how did that end up here? I thought you wanted me to return it?”

“I made a different call.”

(Hope you like it!! Thanks for inspiring me tonight! Cookies for you! 🍪🍪🍪)

[ferallymine]

Act 1 - Nightmare

a/n: Someone hug this man

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Astarion stumbled through the woods. Was he running? Hiding? Charging forth into the unknown? All he knew was that he couldn’t stop- it was behind him.

Ungrateful boy!

Cazador’s voice echoed in the darkness. The sound of thudding footsteps closed in- how many were here to take him? Dozens? Hundreds? Were all his false siblings here to exact their jealous revenge? No one escapes Cazador.

A piercing pain ripped through his head. Astarion gripped his hair, ducking behind a nearby tree, “Please…”

I found you.

The air caught in his throat. He pulled at his shirt, chest tightening. Breaths became labored and desperate for air. The bark of the tree felt rough and ragged- it tore through his shirt and scratched his arms.

He’d been thrust from one monster to another. Tears began to trickle down his cheeks. Had he been so terrible in another life that this was his punishment? What did he do to deserve this torment?

You’re coming home. Something touched his shoulder-

In an instant too fast to process, Astarion grabbed his knife and turned- stopping it as it touched his assailant’s neck. A small drop of blood escaped from the contact point.

But he wasn’t in the woods. Astarion was in the circle of bedrolls, white shirt noticeably wet with sweat from his anxiety. Cinders and smoke from the campfire slowly died off, drifting into the wind.

Rho, Shadowheart, Karlach, Lae’zel, Wyll, and Gale were still sound asleep around them. Kaledia held up her hands, shallow breaths opposing his ragged, pained ones. Her blood faintly dripped down her chest and stained her faded blue top.

One heartbeat.

Two heartbeats.

She took the pause to study her companion’s face. There was a feral look in his eyes, red irritation creeping over the white. Had he been crying? Further assessment revealed the truth- his surviving anger an attempt to hide his genuine fear.

Kaledia gently placed her hands over the knife’s handle, over his death-grip. Her motions were slow and steady- she didn’t want to startle him. His pale skin seemed more scarily white than before. A slight tremble could be felt as she lowered the weapon.

“You were thrashing about and crying,” Her voice was quiet to not wake the others, “If you kicked any stray rocks I thought you’d alert the others.”

“… I’m sure we wouldn’t notice if a rock dashed Gale’s face.” Astarion put the knife away, wiping any excess tears in an attempt to mask his pain, “Go to sleep, Kay.”

“You’re not sleeping well.”

“What’s it to you how I spend my nights?”

“Fighting enemies tends to go haywire when one is sleep-deprived.” She chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

The elf shook his head, “I’m fine darling, truly. Go back to sleep.” He didn’t turn away from her, senses still on edge from his nightmare.

She sighed, standing up, “Will you walk with me?”

“At this hour?”

“You didn’t mind midnight strolls before,” a playful smile.

He rolled his eyes, pushing himself up to his feet. She led him to the other side of camp, away from the other’s sleeping bodies and listening ears.

… Why was he going along with this? What if she had been bribed by Cazador? Was this all a ploy to get him away from the others? The supply tents were near the treeline, perfect for an ambush to any unsuspecting fool. Astarion’s ears were perked up, posture rigid, waiting for any opportunity to defend himself should she pose a threat.

The bard opened the flap to her tent and settled herself inside. All her instruments were packed neatly in cases- her belongings carefully stored in special piles. A waft of vanilla rose to his senses- something about it felt comforting in a strange way. She motioned to him, allowing him to sit down before she closed the flap up again.

Kaledia propped herself up against the pillows and travel chest. She opened her arms, “If you’ll let me, I’ll keep watch tonight.”

Astarion felt frozen in place. On his knees, he stared at her offer. Was this a trap? There were splinters scattered about from chopping wood and fixing her instruments- what if she drove it through his chest? Even if he did accept, what if she changed her mind? What did she want from him to warrant such tenderness?

“I promise I won’t kick you out if you refuse,” Her voice soft, only for them in this tent. Was that concern in her eyes? “You look exhausted. Rho taught me some magic for unwelcome dreams.”

Astarion’s eyes shifted to watch Kaledia’s hand emit a soft golden glow. “You… want to tuck me in and magic all my worries away?” A chuckle, an attempt at stability, but his eyes betrayed his uncomposed nature. “Really, darling, what kind of desperate fool do you take me for.”

“You’re no fool, Starlight,” She sat up, holding out her hand for him to take, “But even you deserve a chance at peace.”

“You know nothing of what I deserve, what I’ve done.”

“True,” A kind smile, “But even if you were someone terrible before… everyone deserves an opportunity at a second chance.”

He hesitated a moment, before placing his hand in hers. Everything in his mind screamed at him to leave, to run. Kaledia gently pulled him towards her, leaning back against the pillow and travel chest. His head found rest nestled in the crook of her neck and shoulder.

She felt warm. He wrapped his arms around her torso… this wasn’t like his previous targets. Two hundred years of using his body to manipulate others. Astarion didn’t know how to act, how to be gentle or physical with someone without sex. Without it being for someone else’s gain.

Kaledia leaned her head down to rest on his. The screaming in his head stopped. Everything fell silent to the sounds of the night.

“I could bite you.” Astarion’s hands trembled.

“I trust you not to.”

“I could stab you after you fall asleep.”

“I trust you not to.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I wish you to have a peaceful sleep,” Kaledia raised her hand, gold again glowing, “May I?”

He braced himself, “You may.”

Kaledia’s spare arm held Astarion close while the one glowing began playing with his hair. Magic slowly drifted from her touches and ruffles of each grey strand. Her fingernails grazed his scalp, tracing unseen shapes.

Whatever sensation this was, Astarion didn’t want it to stop. Could she really want nothing from him? Freely giving tenderness out to whoever needed it? Where was she when he needed saving all those centuries ago?

Golden waves replaced the images and scenes haunting him. The fear of his master finding him, wherever he was now, slowly dissipated.

For the first time since he changed, Astarion slept peacefully.

[delilahmclaine]

The Titan's War

I. Core: Delilah had been leaving the hospital before the bomb hit, finishing her shift for the day. She had been lucky, having enough time to be far away, when the deafening sound of someone yelling hit her ears. She turned back right as the ground trembled below her feet, and the sound of the building crumbling echoed into her ears. She couldn't stop herself from running toward the Medical Center, seeking around for anyone who didn't have assistance when she saw Israel standing there, frozen in place. Her legs seemed to move on their own as she gripped Israel's arm, pulling him through the crowds even as he stumbled behind her. It reminded her of that day, the day she had become an Elysian when the demons were trying to take control of her hometown. The only difference between then and now was she wasn't in the building playing the hero. She shook her head, erasing the panic from her body long enough to see Israel turn to look at her as they safely broke out of the crowd. He opened his mouth as if he was trying to speak, but it seemed he couldn't muster himself to do it due to a physical ailment, using his hands to communicate with her. Both agreed to leave their location, hoping to head to Deacon's Place, a laundromat in town. However, the two had been distracted by an ear-piercing scream that neither of them had to block out, everyone holding their ears as if the noise would stop.

II. Control - Part 1: Delilah heard growls in the air around them, watching as Israel stumbled back into a wall, worry filling her gut as she reached out for him. "Israel! Are you okay!?" She stepped back when he snarled, watching as he approached her menacingly, almost like a feral beast. She backed up slowly as she felt fear take hold of her, his snarl startling her as she was about to call out his name. She screeched as she fell back, slapping her back and head on the concrete, groaning as her head began to throb. His claws sank into her sides as he loomed over her, her vision blurring as tears filled her eyes. She screeched the moment his teeth sunk right through the fabric of her work clothing and straight into her flesh, her blood pouring into his mouth as she kicked the man hard. She was unable to break his grip for a while as she felt his chest rumble, almost like he was proud of his actions. "God damn it! Get off of me, you beast!" She rummaged through her pockets from underneath him, grasping tightly onto a pen as a look of guilt flashed in her eyes. She didn't hesitate, as her fight kicked in, and she stabbed him in the shoulder with the pen. She kicked him off and scrambled to her feet, realization hitting her as growls filled the air around them. The sound affected the creatures around them, including the poor mute she had hoped to find refuge with. Now, she was on her own, left to fight him as if he was now her enemy, her vision clearing as her eyes scanned her surroundings. Her brown eyes stopped on a red car, picking it as her next objective, Israel flinched and her legs moved before he could catch her. Her body moved as fast as it could to the car, opening the surprisingly unlocked door. She didn't enter the vehicle, however, as she chose to rip the car door off of its hinges, holding it in front of her with both hands. Her right shoulder throbbed in pain, making her groan as he approached her, the door hitting him a few times before she could incapacitate him long enough for her to get away.

II. Control - Part 2: Delilah halted her running to look behind her, doubting Israel had chased her after the fight between them. But her hopes had been dashed when she heard a growl nearby, tears streaming down her face, as she turned to the source of the sound. She was surprised to see a whimpering earth mage nearby, pushing past her own terror as she saw a wolf approach the young mage. Her instincts kicked in, causing her to stumble toward them, bending down to the ground to pick up a rock with her left hand. She pulled her arm back and aimed for the wolf before she could stop herself, the stone smacking the beast straight in the head. "Come on! Don't you want a real challenge!? Come get me!" The brunette picked up another rock with her right hand, her body trembling as her shoulder throbbed. Despite the pain, she tossed another stone, the rock cracking on the concrete between her and the wolf. The moment she saw movement, she ran, successfully distancing the creature from its victim. Her eyes turned back to see if the wolf had taken the bait as she turned on her heel, ready to face the wolf head-on. "Hey! Over here!" She was shocked when she felt a sense of familiarity as the wolf mentioned her name. The way the voice called her name, caused her to take a deep breath in, as she identified the wolf as none other than... "Vincent? Vincent…It's me, Delilah…" Vincent leaped from atop the car, his slow approach making her nervous, especially as he began to pace in front of her. He did this for a while as if trying to convince himself his eyes were, in fact, deceiving him, at least when it came to Delilah. He had asked her about the first time they met, demanding she answer correctly or he would snap her neck. She answered honestly, despite the throbbing pain in her head, due to her Photographic Memory. He finally knew she could be trusted, and let her climb atop his back, and take the lead as his eyes. Her once-white coat stained with blood, was tied around her waist as tightly as she could to halt the bleeding of her wounds.

III. Senses: Delilah wasn't sure how much time passed by the time Vincent informed her they were close, her mind groggy. There had yet to be another attack, but both were sure it was to come. Her blood was staining the back of Vincent's fur as she kept her hold on him. She could see the building when she had asked him to stop, claiming she could walk the rest of the way. He didn't seem to trust her words, but when she claimed she saw people inside he had no choice but to leave. She knew his mind was still conflicted, and he couldn't get close to people who may think him an enemy. She watched his figure run out of sight before she collapsed to the ground unconscious and unable to go on for the time being. She didn't even notice as another attack hit the city, her eyes closed and her body shutting down temporarily.

IV. Power: It seemed the second attack had a much stronger effect on the brunette than she could have anticipated, that loud scream leaving her unable to heal, causing her to fall unconscious shortly before the third attack. There was no way for Delilah to know how long she had been out, but she awoke shortly after the fourth assault had finished, agonizing pain suddenly roaring through her wounds. She groaned, sitting up carefully, and placing her hands on the fabric of her white coat that she had tied around her waist. There was a loud ripping sound as she tore the fabric in half, her silver eyes dulling back to their natural brown, as the pain in her body slowly subsided. Her hands slowly slipped her scrub shirt up, her tank top underneath following along with it. She gasped when she noticed the scars left behind on her waist, wondering why they hadn't healed to their full extent. She wasn't sure why the healing had caused her such pain, never experienced such a thing before. She didn't have time to linger on what had happened while she was out though, as she stood quickly. She had made her way to My Laundrette, being let in by the staff and those hiding inside. She was officially in a safe place, away from the dangers of the next attacks, hiding in the back of the laundromat in intense shock for a while. Examining the scars that refused to heal from her body, despite what she was.

V. Elemental: The attacks never seemed to end, one after the other worst than the last. It left Delilah in a state of shock after a while, but only when she reached the city's well-known laundromat. As Israel had claimed, it was in fact a safe place, somewhere Delilah could collect her thoughts. After everything and everyone she had seen that night, she wasn't sure moving to this city was such a good idea. She had come here to get away from the chance of death, of being sacrificed as a means to save others. Instead, she had only been living in the city for two months, when an attack was placed on the city. She didn't know much about what was going on, besides that the attack must have come from a city called Northern Lights. She was snapped out of her deep thoughts when people in the building gasped, their eyes on the glass doors. She stood up from her spot on the floor, stumbling forward to see the flames that licked the city with the latest attack. She was stunned like the others around her, the agonizing screams and howls of those outside having an effect on all of them. She shivered as she thought back to everyone she had seen that night, praying that they were safe from any harm. As they all stared, the flames dying out, she gasped as suddenly she pushed the doors open. She was surprised to see Vincent's wolf walk toward the building, his fur burnt, leaving patches of skin for her to see. She had tried to offer him her blood in a panic, but he refused, and she cried next to him. Feeling guilty for abandoning him because of her own ailments. Part of her wondered if she had been there...if she could have protected him, the way he protected her.

VI. Hunted: It seemed My Laundrette was the safest place for Delilah, as the last attack hit the city, weapons flying throughout the city. She had suffered no more physical damage since she arrived at the building, finding refuge amongst the staff. After her panic had subsided and she checked on Vincent, she examined the staff for any injuries they were unaware of. Trying to distract herself from her mental injuries, her mind raced in a secret panic as she checked each person carefully. The space had filled with an awkward silence for the longest time, no one daring to head outside to see if things were safe. It wasn't till the sun had risen, that help had arrived, taking Vincent to the makeshift medical center. She listed off his injuries, informing the paramedics that she was a resident at the hospital. One of them stopped to inform her they needed as many hands at the school as soon as possible. She nodded, asking them for the address, before heading out of the building, and in a daze, started heading to her apartment. Pulling her cracked phone out of her pocket, and pulling up the direction.

VII. Aftermath Delilah was in a haze when she entered her apartment, her door closing behind her. Her body moved without a thought, forcing her to head towards the bathroom. She stepped inside the open threshold, not even bothering to close the door behind her since she lived alone. She began to strip down slowly, the sticky feeling of her tattered scrubs peeling from her body making her shiver. Before she knew it, her body was bare and cold, her skin stained with blood. She started the shower, stepping in despite the cold feeling of the water as she waited for it to warm up. It shocked her, as she intended, making her gasp out of her haze as she blinked rapidly. The water from the shower head bursts into her hair and drains down her body, making the sticky feeling begin to fade. She looked down at her body after a while, trembling as she realized her blood was flowing into the drain. She quickly moved her gaze to her waist, biting her lip as she saw the scars that had refused to heal. Her gaze slowly moved up from those hideous claw marks to the scar on her shoulder. A permanent reminder of her first attack in this city, as if she wouldn't remember it for the rest of her life. After that, she scrubbed her body so hard, she was sure the scars would fade, but they remained. She had no time to linger on those marks as she hid them under a fresh pair of scrubs. She looked at herself in the mirror, trying to force a smile as she pushed her feelings down. She didn't have time to dwell on her unhappiness as she heard her pager go off on her old scrubs. She pulled the pager off her torn scrubs and slipped it into her white-coat pocket along with her phone. With ease, she was out the door, heading to the School's makeshift medical area, hoping to do her job.

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[game-weaver]

"Tt." The sound escapes her without her meaning to, and she quickly covers her mouth once she realises her mistake.

"Sorry, it's just... You are nowhere even remotely in the vicinity of 'not enough', Yugi." Emboldened, she folds her arms. "You are strong, and powerful. Magic flows through you greater than I could ever even touch, and I'm literally made of magic and spirit."

She reaches out to him slowly, giving him enough space to back away if he needs. "I cannot emphasise this enough. There is no 'its just' you, or 'only Yugi'. Do you have any idea how many people tried to put that puzzle together before you did? How many people couldn't even put two pieces together? That man only exists in flesh again because you opened the door, you showed him the way."

"I'm not sure you remember how feral he was when he started either, which is another point. You retaught him how to be human. You were the reason he got as far as he did, and you were the one who sent him home. We waited thousands of years, Yugi. Because with all our strength, we couldn't even begin to put it together."

She let out a long breath. "He was able to do all of the things he did, only because he was able to rely on the strength and wisdom you possessed. You gave him so much. Even when it was hard for you, even when it cost you... He came back for you. And he's not going to just pick up and leave while you're still here."

//mahoushojoumonster

He blinked and looked at her, startled not just by her words but the insistence behind them. Yugi couldn't help wanting to curl up on himself though with each statement. He really wished he could see from her perspective, to believe everything she was saying but…

How long he had been working on his self confidence and yet here he was. A few well placed words and it just shattered, crumbling down around him and sowing those fears of abandonment once more.

"I-I mean…You're right…" He sighed. She was correct, he was the only person to complete the puzzle but what use was even that when there were people like Kaiba with computers that could do it anyway. Though it was harder to want to explain away the rest of what she said. It was true that Atem grew and learned from Yugi, became the man he is partially because of him.

"I know you're right I just…The thoughts just crop up sometimes. Thoughts of how he doesn't need me anymore…" He finally said and looked at her again. "He's his own person, he can make his own choices, choose who to spend time with, where to go, what to see. I'm sorry, I know this is just abandonment issues, the same issues from a child who had to wish for friends." Shaking his head he rubbed his face and took a breath.

"Thank you though…for your words and confidence. Truly."