#thank you for bearing through my incoherence to reach the excitement underneath

[glowstone23b]

OKAY HI semi sentient elytra thingies from phanon (phanon blog reveal) urs truly

Given the end is like. suuuper weird and alien. (I also hc endermen to be former ancient builders mutated because of eating chorus fruits when they got stuck in the end) almost nothing is like how you expect it to be there and that goes for elytras too

When they latch onto a user, over a period of time they’ll sink these tendrils into the shoulder blades and connect in with the blood etc and begin to sort of leech off you while trying to give you flying benefits + higher reaction times to stuff in exchange 🗣️

yk how when butterflies or moths emerge from cocoons and need a minute to pump blood thru their wings so they can get them to work?? Thats how that works !! meaning elytras take a second to slowly slowly adjust to the host and form wings that are best suited for them

now onto the mutation parts 1!1!1

sage (my oc) began to repair her elytra using phantom scales which phantoms shed naturally instead of killing them for membrane.

these worked .surprisingly really well . and she hardly noticed the fact that the elytra began to slowly mutate her

This was because the elytra sort of assumed— that due to the sudden bits of phantom scales, that they were biologically from her and that she was some sort of phantom-like hybrid person, and began trying to restore what wasn’t there, hence Sage getting a few phantom-like features

Also to note that while the mutations can change a few bits both behaviourally, physically and mentally they never really fully change the person? as in you won’t start going ham on ppl now that you’re partly a mob is what im saying (like Sage doesn’t have to worry about getting blinded by the sun despite being technically part phantom but being around bright lights can cause an eventual headache)

After like a fair few months of never removing the mutated elytra they eventually just. they’re never able to come off afterwards and just fully fuse into the host 👍yes this causes problems with wearing shirts and jackets

also sage oc reveal HUZZAH . dont look too hard at the anatomy i havent drawn a thing in months (shes in her pyjamas too) (my girl is not a morning person)

also yeah sometimes her phantoms try to preen her and it usually ends up scratching her skin ajdbekfjfk

DID YOU DRAW THAT JUST FOR THIS ASK

Also hello blog reveal I was already following you somehow 😂 loving your oc. Loving her

I also love tinkering with winged clothes concepts (like for people whose elytras have fused to them) so they snap or button or velcro in the back or something you know? Good stuff!

What if the elytra (after having been fully fused, I guess, but early users apply too) runs out of durability? Are the wings something you yourself can feel once they’ve fused with you, or is it more like… a neurological thing, where the elytra just know what you’re thinking? That way, it can move you in that direction! Could you feel them as an extension to your body? If they get hurt, would you be able to feel it as if it were your arm or something, or would it be numb? If you run out of durability on fused elytras, is that something you could ever fix? Would you be able to get a new pair if you hadn’t been fused yet? Would you have to try to cut off your old elytra to replace it if you *were* fused? So many questions (and no need to answer at all if you don’t feel like it but. I love this sort of stuff. That’s so cool! I have so many theories :))

For mutations, could you potentially *pick* how your elytra form to look on you? Like, if you tried to repair your elytra using a combination of some standard repair materials (phantom membranes, occasionally scales) as well as some other thing (like parrot feathers, for instance), could you possibly get the elytra to take on a form you’d prefer? Is it standard for everyone, or does it just assign you some sort of look to your wings (person A is butterfly, person B is dragon, etc.)? Sorry for all the parentheses. I have too many thoughts. I digress. If so, it’d be kinda fun seeing people change their wings as they grow or as their preferences change. People with parrot wings repairing with different colored feathers to ‘dye’ them in a sense, or some people mixing ingredients to get hybrid-looking elytra!

I like your endermen became endermen because of chorus fruits thing! I guess… if builders back in ye olden days managed to get to the end and LIVE, they’d have no real way back unless they defeated the dragon, so chorus fruit would be their only source! I think being in the end has gotta be weird, like in my head there’s zero wind or sounds, and the temperature is extremely neutral. Not hot or cold or anything, just kind of stagnant. Another alternative would be slightly chilly, but it might be less of a temperature thing and more of a ‘hey you’re in a different dimension, this isn’t normal’ sort of thing your body’s telling you. Eating a chorus fruit would be interesting, too! Teleporting? And it can also be popped! I feel like it’d have the texture of peaches or mushrooms, but after popping it you can make bricks out of it! What on earth sort of properties??? Idk, chorus fruit is neat though :)

I love your theories, so thank you for sharing!!! Your art rules???? That phantom design is so freaking sick????? I imagine them puffing up their wings like toothless from httyd trying to do that dance thing… silly babies, but the glowy markings help. I am also stealing Sage’s jammies, I love the kitties.

Anyways. Thank you for introducing Sage to me officially (as well as your blog) :). Hello, the both of you! Do you care for names/pronouns? Are phanon/invention alright? Cause I can start a tag for ya if you’d like!! I will throw art in your general direction too if you ever feel like it! Have a good day, I got a flight to catch!!

[tteokdoroki]

baby, you’re tiny | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 2.3K

⇝ rating: mature, 18+.

⇝ genre: first time!au, smut.

⇝ summary: there were many things katsuki loved about his girlfriend, the main being how tiny she was compared to him; more specifically, how tiny she looked when they were in the bedroom.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to 18 ), size!kink, protected sex, fingering ( female recieving ), virginity loss, sub!reader + dom!bakugou,spitting?? y’all idk its just smut ok!! katsuki is soft <33

⇝ author’s note(s): hello hello hello!! it’s been a while since i posted my lastr request so i hope you enjoy this!! this was a request by anon, apologies for the delay. also :( my blog has grown so much so i want to thank you all for 1K, ilysm <3

⇝ masterlist | requests

you were tiny.

and if there was one thing katsuki bakugou loved most about you, his girlfriend, his how tiny you were.

at least compared to him.

most of class A had been shocked when you started dating at the start of second year; since in first year, all katsuki had done was pick on you for your height ( or lack thereof ) and nag you for your quirk— lullaby hadn’t been quite so powerful back then. but your fondness for him grew that summer, having spent time with he and eijirou over the break.

bakugou was sweet when he wanted to be, soft and attentive to you and you only. his teasing gradually let up, turning into sweet gestures or whispered praises and then finally stolen kisses under the night sky.

that’s what lead you both to date, in the end; but everyone supported you nonetheless. it was quite funny to see the great katsuki bakugou help fix your uniform in the morning or make you breakfast in the dorms and even if he yelled at the others for mentioning it— he loved the weight of your barely-there palm in his and the way you pouted up him with faux anger when he rested his elbow on your head.

you were short enough for him to tower over you and twirl you in his arms, small enough to look like you drowning in his hoodies that he gave you. even if he stopped mocking you for your height, over a year ago— even now, in your third year he still loved it.

you were so tiny and he loved it.

he especially loved the way you looked under him right now.

“ka-katsuki-!”

your moan fills his ears, overloading each one of his senses and he thinks it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard in his life. pulling his fingers from your slick heat, bakugou’s eyes stay trained on yours as he brings them up to his lips and sucks the remainders of your orgasm away. he lives for the way your face twists with a fresh wave of pleasure and your eyes plead him for more through the dimmed light of his dorm room.

he pinches your thighs, the ones that quiver from your second release of the night, and leans above you to pry your arm away from your heated face. “feel good, sweetheart?” the blonde asks softly, now that he can see you, fingers weaving between your bodies to draw shapes into your swollen clit. you nod once and screw your eyes shut, bare chest arching into katsuki’s at his simple touch. “need another?”

peeking up at him, your boyfriend can see the internal debate dancing in your lust filled eyes. bakugou had fingered you twice to orgasm already and asked if you needed another only to prepare you. for weeks now; you’d both entertained the idea of being one another’s first’s— of course you’d done more than just makeouts and heavy petting but after a year of dating, you finally wanted to be together as one ( bakugou’s words not your own ).

finally, you answer him with a soft ‘no, think i’m ready now,’ and the hot headed boy can barely contain his excitement. he presses a searing kiss to your lips— tongues sliding together while bakugou swallows your helpless whimpers from where you taste yourself on him. your own hand slips between you both now, curling around your boyfriend’s hardening length to palm him.

meanwhile, with a breathless groan, katsuki’s lips slip down to suck love bites into the column of your throat, but only gently. he knows you hate marks but’ll get a kick out of the others fawning over them the next day. the speed of your hand picks up, jerking him off as if for revenge— you knew how easy bakugou could come undone with just your touch and he revels in the way your tiny hands wrap around his thick girth, barely grazing the circumference of it.

just like how you could barely fit his cock in your mouth when you sucked him off—

“baby— fuck,” the blonde’s breath stutters, mind becoming foggy with thoughts of your lips on his girth egging him on.  he should stop you before he cums; stop himself from rutting into your small fingers and the thumb that brushes over the glands on his head. bakugou doesn’t want to cum before he’s got a chance to take you for the first time— even if he’d given you plenty of chances to. “slow down little bear, gotta fuck you before— before i cum…”

you grin at him from behind the warmth beneath your skin. “then get to it, katsu…”

the explosive third year gives you one last pinch to your clit and leans back on his thighs ever so slightly to reach for a condom. he quickly rolls it on, tapping his latex covered length against your dripping entrance as he prepares to make you his. you squirm underneath bakugou, fingers reaching up to weave their way into his blonde glossed hair— yanking him closer to you while he finally makes an effort to push into your needy heat.

crimson gaze fluttering down, katsuki looks to where your bodies begin to become joined, your tiny cunt fluttering around the head of his cock as he slides himself inside of you. he feels thick drool pool on his tongue at the very sight, he’s not even half the way in and your gushing pussy is already struggling to take his cock. “would’ya look at that little one,” his words are slurred around the saliva building up in his mouth. you’re so fucking small it’s driving him insane. you follow your boyfriend’s gaze, spasming at how he begins to stretch you out. “seems like your little pussy’s too tight, too small to take your man’s fat cock, huh?”

a strangled whimper sounds in the back of your throat, making katsuki smirk as he taps your cheek with a freehand. he feels a sense of pride lurch in his, how good it feels to be so big that his pretty little princess can’t take him all but he wants a verbal answer from you, wants to hear you struggle just like your glistening heat does.

“yes, ’s too small…” you sigh, chewing on your bottom lip as you meat his eye again—moving to wrap your thighs around his waist.

“should i fuck you open, baby?” you moan lowly at his words, hips bucking up and pussy clenching around his girth involuntarily. “yeah? your greedy little cunt likes the sounda that…” bakugou tries again, leaning over you as he slowly drives his hips forward to push more of his cock into you.

his head drops to your neck, puffs of his breath warm against your skin while he uses all of his willpower to hold back. katsuki knows he’s big, that he can make you feel good because of it too, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. he never wants to. when his dribbling length is half plunged inside you, the ash blonde’s fingers drop to your clit once more— soothing the burn of his weighty dick to help you suck in more of him.

your head thrashes in the sheets while he whispers praises against your bruised and bitten flesh. “you can take it baby, i know you can…”

and you do.

the pair of you groan in unison once katsuki is fully sheathed inside of you, twitching at the feeling of your soft velvety walls finally engulfing him. you can feel the leaking head of his cock prodding at your cervix, stimulating you without your boyfriend having to even move and sending shivers down your spine.

“p-please, katsuki…move.” you growl hungrily, pulling him down to smack a wet, passionate kiss against his awaiting lips. although your teeth and tongue clash messily in your liplock, bakugou doesn’t need to be told twice, drawing back his hips from the comfort of your warmth to thrust into you. the pace is slow at first, sensual grinds against each other as he stretches you out, moulding your walls into the shape of his cock.

it’s not until bakugou’s hips reach a certain angle, prodding against your sweet spot that things take a turn. a high pitched squeal dances through the room, mingling with the sound of your lover’s harsh thrusts as he claims your insides over and over. he revels in the way you suck him in and squeeze around him, painting his cock with your sweet nectar and earlier releases. “taking me so fucking well little one,” bakugou spits out through gritted teeth, barely hanging onto his last thread of sanity, the way you look right now, so flustered and messy with arousal almost pushing him over the edge. “look at you taking such a big fat cock in this tiny fucking hole, you love how big i am don’t you?”

you can barely form an answer when your eyes are rolling to the back of your head at the sheer amount of pleasure, incoherent babbles filling the little space between you both, only urging katsuki on. he already knows how much you love the size difference between you. outside of the bedroom, bakugou uses his height to tease you— putting things on the top shelf to watch you struggle to reach them but inside; he’s absolutely relentless.

he knows you adore the way he uses his larger size to dominate you, stuff your mouth full of his cock or fingers and he adores the way you take him contentedly no matter what.

“mmf— fuck, right there katsuki, feels so good!” you sigh, eyes still closed but your tongue now lolls out of your mouth— creating the perfect lewd picture that your lover will commit to memory. while his large hands sear bruises into your hips he holds still, a free hand comes up to pull down your bottom lip before he spits sweetly into your open mouth. your eyes slowly open to look at him, locking on his ruby stare as you blissfully smile up at him. katsuki swears he almost creams on the spot. “thank you katsu…”

“that’s fuckin’ right princess, thank me for my spit. thank me for making you feel good.” bakugou’s guttural moans dip into low growls, his pace picking up as your iron hot cunt clamps down on him which causes the head of his cock to drag against the spongy spot inside of you— making you see stars and your hips jump to meet the blonde’s erratic thrusts.

hot slick gushes down the your thighs from the sinful way he moves and absused your tightness, evidence of your arousals shining under the moon that slips through his drawn curtains. you can feel his balls slap feverntly against your ass that katsuki spreads apart to plow into you, latex covered length going as far to brush against your womb. each grind, each thrust has your moans rising an octave to the point where your lover has his hands clamped over your mouth to keep you from being too loud.

bakugou sits back on his haunches, pulling you up into his chest with him. you rest weakly in his lap as the explosive boy angles his thrusts upwards and straight into your oozing heat. a broken whimper breaks free from his lips as katsuki catches sight of the slight tummy bulge his fat cock gives you and you see it too, your own whines mingling with his to form a lovers tune.

he knows you’re close by the way you suddenly become tighter and he fucks into you, deeper, harder, faster.

“close katsu, ‘m getting close…” you slur into his shoulder, biting at his skin to keep control of your hazy, lust filled mind. you paint love bites in shades of blues and indigos across the canvas of his shoulders and neck while katsuki uses his pure strength to lift you up and down onto his cock. he groans every time your heat welcomes him again, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. your nails dig into his back, forming sweet creasent moons and making him moan loudly. “gimme it little one, gimme your fuckin’ cum, gonna cream on my cock? yeah? oh fuck yeah…”

his lewd words are what push you off the edge, the coil of desire that had been building up inside you finally snapping. your third release of the night gushes all over your lover’s thick girth, which he still pushes into you, helping you ride out your high. black spots paint your vision as you cum, cunt clamping down on bakugou while he chases his own release.

“cum for me bakugou, please…” you breath gently against his skin, pressing small kisses over his sore love bites. “love you so much, please…”

that’s all he needs to hear from you before spilling his seed into the condom with a shout, twitching as he collapses onto the soiled sheets of his bed with you. the pair of you lay together, still locked together  while bakugou calms down from his high in slow grinds, fingers searching for yours to intertwine your tiny hands with his. “love you more dumbass,” he says eventually, smile on his face betraying him against the harsh petname.

you smile at him even as he pulls away to throw away the condom, returning with a wash cloth to clean you both up. “not true, katsuki, i love you most!” you exclaim, tail end of your words falling into a stream of giggles as bakugou presses a flurry of kisses to your face. “with every inch of my body!”

“must not be a lotta love then, y’know, since you’re so fuckin’ tiny.” the blonde hums into your hands  when they reach up to cup his face lovingly.

you huff and pinch his cheek after that, calling him a meanie.

but katsuki bakugou doesn’t care, he’ll always love you, no matter how tiny you are.

[nano--raptor]

It’s Time

Pairing: Alpha!Hal Carter x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, heats, horny Hal & reader, cursing, sex, smut, soft smut, smutterfluff, feelings and love, softness, etc.

A/N: I hope y’all don’t mind another suuper long drabble… this one got away from me but I just love writing about thoughts and feelings and stuff. I can’t help it! Sorry for the wait on this one, anon, but thank you for this inspiring prompt. My first Hal fic and my first ABO fic!

Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ ongoing Drunk Drabbles. Enjoy, thank you all so much for reading!! 😘

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You'd spent the better part of the afternoon rearranging the furniture and collecting every blanket and pillow you could find in your large farmhouse, ending up with a very impressive nest in the corner of your living room. You couldn't wait for Hal to get home so you could show him.

Love bloomed in your chest when you thought about your alpha, but it quickly changed to something more carnal, a confirmation that your heat was indeed coming and your day’s work hadn’t been in vain. You had a few more preparations to make, so you hurried to finish up, collecting supplies and stoking the fireplace. You looked over your work and smiled, then turned your attention to the living room window, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.

It looked like the weather was worsening, they were forecasting a storm this weekend, and you were secretly relieved. It was looking like the perfect weekend for everything to happen; you were going into heat and the two of you would be snowed in at home. Perfect. You smiled and your stomach flipped in excitement, your anticipation making you wet already. You added one last log to the fire before you hurried upstairs to change, picking out some lingerie that you knew your husband loved. After throwing a silk robe on overtop you sauntered back down to your nest, getting comfortable in its midst, thoughts of your mate quickly becoming the only sane thoughts in your head. It was time. You needed him to come home, now.

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The storm was moving in quickly, and Hal trudged through the snow drifts back to the house. He was glad he didn’t have plans to go anywhere this weekend, navigating through such a blizzard was always difficult. He was looking forward to a weekend in, watching movies, maybe cooking a nice meal with his mate. He smiled as he thought of you, and was looking forward to seeing you after a hard day’s work.

The scent of your heat hit him like a tidal wave as soon as he walked through the door. Oh. Now he was very glad that he didn’t have anywhere to be this weekend, his desire for you quickly overpowering every other thought in his mind. Your scent rolled over him, enticing him, caressing his senses and causing warmth to slither down his spine into his belly. Hal felt his cheeks heat up despite just coming in from the cold, and hurried to remove his thick winter coat and boots. He strode into the house, stopping in the living room doorway and leaning casually against the door frame. His cock twitched eagerly at the sight before him.

“What’s going on here, sweetheart?” he drawled, knowing his suave demeanor would light a fire in you. The sight of you cuddled up in your nest was adorable, but the gesture itself ignited a need deep within him, and his mind was already growing cloudy with lust. Almost all other thoughts were forgotten, and he longed to dive in there with you and claim what was his, but he wanted to play with you a little bit first.

“Hello, my Alpha.” Your breathy voice and use of his rank pulled a small whine from Hal’s throat. His jeans were growing tight and it was so hot in here. He stripped his shirt off as he stalked towards your corner, crouching down at the edge of your nest. He reached out to cup your face, stroking your cheek, and his heart leapt into his throat as you nuzzled into his hand, love and adoration shining in your eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. Your eyes fell closed and a soft sigh escaped your lips, sending a shiver across Hal’s skin. “You’ve been busy today, Omega,” he praised, your body’s reaction to his words driving him wild. The scent of your arousal was so strong and inviting, he knew he wouldn’t be able to wait much longer.  He had been hungry when he got home, looking forward to a warm meal and a warm shower before settling in for the evening, but the situation at hand had caused all of that to fly out the window.

The only thing he needed now was you.

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You grinned and whined eagerly when Hal got home. The clamour of the door opening and closing against the cold winds, heavy boots on the floor and then complete silence as your scent hit him made you squirm. He knew. It excited you so much. Then the way he strolled into the room and held himself so casually, playing innocent when you could see the desire on his face, his scent filling the room now too, it sent a thrill down your spine. Heat pooled in your belly and just the sight of him caused slick to form between your already damp thighs. You shifted amongst your blankets and greeted him, breathless already, enticing him to come closer.

He whined, a primal sound that set your skin on fire, your body yearning for him, your Alpha. He strode over to you quickly, shedding his shirt along the way, and your mouth watered at the sight of him. You needed him, needed his hands on you, needed to touch him and feel him and get as close to him as you possibly could. Your need was almost overwhelming. When he cupped your cheek in his strong hand, his touch sent a jolt to your core and you leaned into the touch, craving him so badly. It was electric, and you gazed up at him, almost forgetting how to breathe.

Hal’s bright blue eyes had darkened significantly, your day’s work speaking volumes to him. When he called you beautiful and praised your efforts, and when your rank fell from his lips you thought you were going to die right there in his hand. He smiled.

His hand trailed down from your cheek, along your neck to your collarbone, lightly tracing across it. His fingers left a heated trail along your skin, and he slipped them beneath your robe gently pushing it open to reveal your lacy lingerie underneath. A hum of approval rumbled through him and he trailed his fingers further down, across your stomach to the waistband of your lace bottoms. Your chest was heaving already and he was barely touching you.

“Alpha,” you gasped, feeling sweaty and starting to ache for him. “I need you.” Hal’s eyes flicked back to yours, they were hungry, but soft and loving.

“I know, sweetheart,” his voice was low and smooth, but he was quickly losing his resolve, your scent and pheromones having as much of an effect on him as his were on you. His hand curled around your waist and then trailed back up your side, sending shivers across your skin, and up to your neck again. “Is all this for me? For us?” He asked you so gently, all you could do was nod shyly, entranced by him, following his fingers as they drew you towards him. His lips brushed against yours in a sweet kiss that quickly became heated and desperate. You ached to touch him, bringing your hands to his chest and quickly curling them up to his neck and into his hair.

His scent engulfed you and you whined desperately into his mouth. You needed your alpha so badly, you couldn’t think of anything else. Hal didn’t need much coaxing to tumble into the nest with you, keeping his mouth on yours as you fell backwards into the welcoming soft blankets, his strong arms and body caging you in. He pressed kisses along your jaw, along your throat, sucking on your mark before kissing further down and running his tongue along your collarbone. Your hips bucked upwards and you gasped, surrendering yourself to your mate.

“My beautiful, perfect omega,” Hal moaned against your throat and all but cried at the praise.

“Please,” you begged him. “Please, I need you.” Your voice trailed off as he continued kissing your throat, and you could feel him smiling against your skin.

“Shhh darlin’, it’s ok, I’m here.” He kissed back up to your lips, and then lifted you up slightly to get you out of your robe. He laid you down again and sat back on his heels to take in the sight of you. The way he looked at you drove you wild, and you couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze, arching your back and bearing your throat.

“Fuck,” he growled under his breath, reaching to undo his pants. “So gorgeous.” He shed his jeans quickly and engulfed you again, burying his face in your neck and kissing your throat again. He couldn’t get enough of your scent, and you were getting drunk off of his. You started moaning incoherently, gasping and begging for him, your hands scrambling over his back. Hal reached down to push your panties out of the way, and when his cock teased your velvety, soaking entrance, he growled, and it sent a shiver up your spine so strong that you shivered violently in his arms. He cupped your chin again, steadying you, and forcing you to look into his eyes. You blinked, trying to pull yourself out of a daze.

“I love you,” he whispered, and your heart melted. 

“I love you too,” you replied, and then he was pushing inside, and you swear you whited out for a split second, your world finally crashing into a perfect alignment.

Hal set a steady pace, but it quickly became more frantic as his need for you overtook everything else. You clutched at his back, feeling the way his strong muscles rippled beneath your fingers, and he buried his face in your neck, the both of you desperately clinging to each other. Your pants and gasps along with his needy moans filled the room, and before long you could feel the delicious drag of his knot, inflating and catching as he thrust in and out of you. You mewled his name, getting close already. Hal pressed sloppy kisses to your throat, moaning your name incoherently, his thrusts turning sporadic. His groan shook you to the core as he came hard. He filled you up and you screamed his name as you came too, your climax crashing over you when you felt his knot inflate completely and lock you together.

After a few moments you had to tell yourself to relax and untangle your limbs from around him, and he rolled the pair of you over, holding you close and stroking your hair.

“God, you’re so amazing,” Hal praised, still panting and sweaty. You hummed, satisfied for the moment, enjoying the bliss from your orgasm and your mate’s warmth and scent surrounding you. The two of you dozed on and off, cuddling in each others’ arms, completely shutting out the world outside. Soft kisses and sighs peppered hot skin, and before long your body was craving him again, his scent driving you wild once more. You buried your face in his neck, nosing against his scent gland.

“I need you again, Alpha, I need more.” You grazed your teeth against his throat before rolling you both over again and looked down at him with hungry eyes. His gaze matched yours, he looked hungry, predatory, but also completely relaxed and sated. He hummed and brought one hand to your waist, while his other arm stretched up behind his head.

“You need more of your alpha, ‘mega?” You nodded your head and rolled your hips slightly, drawing a rumble from Hal’s throat. His knot had pretty much deflated but he was still inside you, and you could feel him growing hard again. You bit your lip and decided to tell him something that had been nagging at your mind for a while.

“I need more of you. I need more of us. I think it’s time.”

“Time for what, sweetheart?”

You lay your weight down on his chest and brought your hand up to the side of his face, your voice barely a whisper against his lips.

“Time for pups, my love.”

Both of Hal’s hands shot up to cup your face, and you giggled at his expression. He held you just far enough away that he could stare into your eyes, his own holding a mix of shock, surprise and adoration. His mouth parted in disbelief, his voice a hushed whisper like your own.

“Really?”

You nodded and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, but the fire in Hal’s belly wouldn’t let it rest at that. He crushed his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you as close as physically possible. His hips rolled up into yours and you had to pull away slightly as a moan escaped you. Hal growled, his cock stretching you now, and he carded a hand through your hair. His eyes were blown wide with lust and want.

“I fucking love you, Omega. You’re incredible.”

“I love you too, my Alpha, more than anything in the world.”

He pulled you close, kissing you again with all the fire in his being, wrapping himself around you. You barely left your nest at all that weekend, perfectly consumed by each other as you made love over and over again, the storm outside completely forgotten.

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In His Favourite Sundress

Roger takes forever getting ready to head out to dinner with you, so you decide to take a nap wearing his favourite dress. When he finally gets out of the shower, he just can’t help himself.

Warnings: Roger Taylor x f!Reader; (consensual) somnophilia; groping and fingering; a little bit of begging towards the end. STRICTLY 18+ - minors aren’t welcome on this blog, and will be blocked. Notes: An oldie from the BoRhapRogerina days - redrafted and made a little better!

Roger hummed away as he emerged from the bathroom. A cloud of searing heat seeped into the bedroom, fighting the fresh evening air that billowed in from the balcony. He shivered, still clad in just a towel.

He took so long to get ready for dinner that you decided on a siesta while you waited. You were so exhausted that you didn’t mind if your dress got creased. Your eyes sagged shut as soon as your head hit the pillow. 

You wore Roger’s favourite dress. Not daring by any stretch of the imagination, but he always found a way to make the most average garments absolutely filthy. The relaxed scarlet sundress sat a couple of inches above your knee and if Roger stood at the right angle, he could effortlessly slip a hand underneath it, completely undetected. That was why it was his favourite dress. It was also why he insisted you make things even easier for him by forgoing underwear when you wore it in his company.

He didn’t need to tell you anymore; you did this out of habit.

He smirked when he noticed you sleeping facedown. You had a habit of shifting around while you slept and somehow your attire had bunched up around your waist and hips. Realising this, Roger tossed aside the jeans in his hands and crawled into bed next to you. You didn’t stir.

You both had an agreement that this was okay, but Roger couldn’t help feeling apprehensive as he stretched out his hand to stroke the back of your thigh; gently caressing your skin from the underside of your knee, all the way to your bottom, fingers pressing into your flesh. He bit his lip, briefly contemplating the idea of delving lower. It felt perverse. You had no idea what he was doing. But you had an agreement.

He sighed, gently running his fingers between your legs, relishing how soft and warm you were.

Somewhere in your slumber, you felt it. Despite still being shrouded in a drowsy daze; you instantly grasped what was happening. You feared Roger might bottle it if he noticed you were awake so you lay still, granting him all the access he needed. Face down, eyes closed.

And then he stopped.

You listened intently, trying to figure out what was happening. 

The sheets shuffled and the bed rose and fell. Then you heard the faint muffled sound of skin gliding over skin. It began slow, but it soon sped up. Roger’s breaths turned heavy, cursing under them. The vision of what he was doing beside you was so vivid in your mind that it set you ablaze with need. 

But you couldn’t ‘wake up.’ Not when everything hinged on you remaining passive and unknowing.

Instead, you chewed your lip and silently wished Roger would bite the bullet and give you what you desired. 

He groaned, tilting his head back. His hand just wasn’t enough. “Fuck it.” 

He was finally going to do it. A surge of giddy excitement ripped through you, straight to your core. 

Roger clamoured over you, getting into position as he pawed away between your legs again. You heard him chuckle to himself realising just how soaked you were. It didn’t cross his mind that you knew this was happening. 

At last, the tip of his cock replaced his fingers; it trailed between your lips, making it slick with your arousal. The teasing was fast becoming too much for you to bear.

Roger took his time, edging his cock further inside you. It cautiously stretched you, so as not to arouse your suspicions. Eventually, he bottomed out with a hoarse grunt. He felt utterly delicious squeezed inside you like this; the position of your thighs made you even tighter around him. You sensed he wasn’t going to last long as his breathing hitched, pulling gently out of you. Back and forth in slow, deliberate strokes. 

That heat in your belly spread fiercely out of control as he tortured you. You wondered how long he could keep this up before he finally lost control and pounded you into the mattress. You allowed your thoughts to trail off to whole you got lost in how mind-blowing he felt.

True to your prediction, his efforts gained momentum. You could tell he was in no state to worry about whether you were awake or asleep anymore. His hands gripped your hips to steady himself, pumping away with abandon, his skin slapping against yours. 

You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. Stretching out your arms in front of you like a lazy feline, you gave a satisfied moan as you clawed at the sheets and arched your back against him, angling yourself so that his cock hit your sweet spot with every thrust.

“Nice of you to join me, darling,” Roger sighed.

You cursed, pressing your face into the mattress. 

“I’m so close. Do you want me to stop just now?” 

“No. Keep going. Come inside me.”

He needed no more encouragement from you.

When he finished, he rolled off of you. He sprawled on his back, gazing at the ceiling. His chest rose and fell softly.

You stayed on your front and turned your head to glare at Roger.

He caught you out of the corner of his eye. “What? I thought you didn’t mind?”

“But what about me?” You sulked. 

Roger turned on to his side wearing a devilish smirk. He fluttered his fingers over the small of your back, making you squirm. “What was it that you wanted again, my love.”

“I want to finish,” you prodded.

Breaking into your personal space, Roger’s hand delved between your thighs. You were still wet, aided by his seed dripping from you. He slipped two of his fingers inside you with ease. “Is that what you want?”

You bit your lip, nodding sheepishly as Roger’s hand got to work in place of his cock. 

His lips were close to your ear. His breathing stirred again, relishing this as much as you. He especially loved the lewd sounds you made as he fucked you with his fingers, adding another; you mewled frantically into the pillow, grinding your hips on to his hand. 

“Turn over,” Roger ordered, “I want to look at you in that pretty dress, darling.”

Shifting on to your back, Roger took his place between your thighs, dipping down to concentrate his attention on devouring you with ravenous, sloppy kisses. The fingers on his free hand were still trained solely on your centre, working away inside you. His eyes were half-lidded, gazing up to admire you rolling your hips to match his efforts. 

Even he could tell your movements grew stilted as he brought you closer to the edge. “Are you going to come for me, my love?” He teased, drowsily leaning his head against your thigh with a smirk.

“Yes,” you panted. You urgently hunted for something to cling on to. And then the flame inside you was doused. Put out cold.

“No you’re not,” Roger stated, eyeing you for a flicker of defiance. No longer was he focused on giving you pleasure. Instead, he wanted to draw it out for as long as possible. His fingers moved slowly but firmly. Barely enough to pull a frustrated cry from your lips. “You’re going to come when I say you can.

You whined in response. If Roger wasn’t going to give you what you wanted, you would have to do it yourself. Or at least that was what you thought, reaching down to finish yourself off.

Roger swatted your hand away. “Now, now, darling. You know how much I like hearing, you beg.”

Falling into line, you pleaded, choking out a feeble, breathless, ‘please.’ It was everything you could try to make all of Roger’s teasing count; rocking your hips, clenching yourself around his fingers. 

He chuckled and made sure you were watching his next move. “Please, what?” he purred, poking out his tongue to trace a single, fleeting swirl over where you wanted him most. He wanted you to think he was giving in. You almost believed it. 

“Please stop teasing me, Roger. I need that mouth of yours.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, shaking his head. His voice sent another chill through you. 

Finally. Finally, Roger’s tongue delved between your folds, tenderly pulling them between his lips.

You had expected to come undone straight away, but Roger was having none of that. He took care and time. Savouring you. Enjoying every single lap of your soft, dripping cunt. Steadily ratcheting up the pressure building inside you until you were incoherent. Powerless to beg or plead. All you could do when Roger finally focused all his efforts on your clit was tug at his hair and mewl impatiently for more. 

He paused the second your body was on the cusp of succumbing, Replacing his mouth with his thumb, he scolded: “Remember you need to ask first.”

You were still moving with his fingers inside you. Mind fogged, eyes closed. Still cursing his name.

“I’m going to stop if you don’t use your words, my love.” He removed his hand, punctuating his point.

Your hands immediately reached down to resume Roger’s work. “Please,” you sighed, “Roger, please make me come, I’m begging!”

Roger palmed at his cock as he gazed down at you, writhing away at your own touch. “Come here, my love,” he said, sitting beside you on the bed, his hand working over his thick, veined shaft. “I want to watch you come on my cock.”

You huffed. You were so spent that even moving to straddle Roger made you feel like your bones were on fire. It didn’t help that your dress clung uncomfortably to your skin thanks to Roger, working you into a sweat. 

Roger bit his lip, hiking your dress up around your hips as you sank down on to him, letting him fill you again. A deep groan caught in Roger’s throat. There was no easing into this. Instead, Roger set a blistering pace, thrusting up into you as your fingers danced over your clit. “Good girl,” he sighed. “Let me see you come for me. God, you look so beautiful in that dress. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

His coaxing was all you needed. It hurled you right over the edge. Head thrown back, eyes closed. Intense and incapacitating, it totally consumed you. You couldn’t even sit up straight when it subsided. 

Instead, you chose to cling to Roger, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent to soothe yourself. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and, still inside you, rocked away gently.

“We’re not going anywhere now, are we?” You sighed.

Roger’s laugh rattled through both of your bodies. Then, stroking the back of your neck, he touched his nose to yours. He feigned disappointment. “I’d been looking forward to seeing you in that dress again.”

[troped-fanfic-challenge]

The Master List of the Fall 2k19 Chopped: The 100 Fanfic Challenge!

Thanks so much to everyone who participated in this second run of our Chopped Challenge! We are so excited that this fun little idea that we got from @chants-de-lune took off and was such a success (TWICE)! We had someone write their first ever fic for us this time, which is just insane, and we had so many creative and exciting fics that were a thrill to read. We hope you guys had as much fun writing and reading these fics as we did, and we hope you’ll join us if we decide to give this another go in the future! Enjoy these fics, and a big thanks again from both of us! @thelittlefanpire @dylanobrienisbatman

The Master List of the Spring 2k19 Challenge can be found here!

Round 1: Canon Divergence Fics

Tropes:

1. Somebody lives...or somebody dies

2. Sunsets

3. Protectiveness

4. A dichotomy

small dot among infinite stars (Rated T) [Bellamy/Clarke] @kindclaws

Dante is painting in his office when they enter, his movements carrying the gentle tremble of old age. Doesn’t even look up when the door shuts behind them, just says hello in that wispy, scratchy old man voice and keeps staring at his canvas.

“We’ve got some bad news,” Clarke says, steeling herself.

“You are bad news,” Dante says. Underneath the agreeable tone there is something bitter and curdling. Dante may have pulled the trigger that stopped Cage Wallace, but Clarke isn’t surprised that he blames them for it.

“The world is ending again,” Bellamy says.

“Unfortunate that it likes to do that,” Dante says. When he keeps painting, Clarke fantasizes about taking the paintbrush and stabbing him with it.

- or, Dante Wallace shoots his son. Clarke doesn’t irradiate Mount Weather. Months later, ALIE warns her a nuclear winter is coming, and suddenly, that act of mercy means everything.

1st Place Best Overall, 1st Place Canon Divergence Theme, 1st Place Somebody Lives/Dies Trope, 1st Place Protectiveness Trope, 3rd Place Sunsets Trope, 1st Place Dichotomy Trope Winner

can we pretend? (Rated T) [Clarke/Murphy] @probably-voldemort

Murphy’s not exactly sure how he went from laying low to fake dating Clarke so they have an excuse for sneaking around Mount Weather, but that seems to be where his life is at right now.

3rd Place Best Overall, 2nd Place Tie Dichotomy Trope, 3rd Place Most Unique Pairing Winner

your voice is like a ghost inside my head (Rated T) [Bellamy & Octavia] @loveislarryislove

“I bear it so they don’t have to,” Clarke said when she left. But Bellamy has to.

~*~*~

“How do you bear it?” Bellamy asks.

“What?”

“You were there too,” Bellamy says. “You helped us. We pulled the trigger, but you put the weapon in our hands. Don’t you feel…” He doesn’t know how to finish that sentence. He doesn’t know how Monty feels. Only that it doesn’t seem to be a fraction of what he’s feeling. Or if it is, he hides it better.

Monty is quiet for a long time. “I guess,” he says at last, “I just figure… we do what we have to. And then… we have to keep moving. Keep living. Because otherwise, what was it all for?” He shrugs, though it feels like his shoulders are heavy with it. “I did what I did. You did what you did. Now we’re here.”

Here. Monty says it like it’s simple. We’re here. But Bellamy has never felt more lost.

3rd Place Somebody Lives/Dies Trope, 2nd Place Proctectiveness Trope Winner

Survival Instinct (Rated T)  [Clarke & Murphy] @justbecauseyoubelievesomething

The sunset was a deeper red than she remembered, as if Praimfaya had reached out into space and curled its fiery fingers around the sun itself. Clarke shivered despite herself and realized that it was cold. The sun was going down and she was alone on a radiation-soaked planet. Alone and alive.

“Murphy.” The name left her lips involuntarily. And then she was running away from the lab before her brain caught up. If the nightblood worked and she survived, Murphy survived too.

Not alone.

2nd Place Best Overall, 2nd Place Sunsets Trope, 2nd Place Tie Dichotomy Trope, 3rd Place Best Platonic Relationship Winner

the brave not broken girl (Rated T) [Raven & Anya] @dylanobrienisbatman

Raven wakes up dazed and incoherent, and then she wakes up again, and finds herself in Mt. Weather. But an extremely ill man, a little detective work… and some vomit.. put her on the path to trying to save the grounders trapped in the mountain. All she has to do is get Anya to Lexa.

3rd Place Tie Protectiveness Trope, 2nd Place Tie Most Unique Pairing Winner

Turning of the Tides (Rated G) [Clarke & Anya] @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold

So much of Clarke’s life since landing on Earth has not gone according to plan. Most recently? Being captured by the Mountain and not being able to rescue her friends to escape with her. Least planned of all though is the unlikely partnership she forms with Anya kom Trikru. Grounder Princess versus Sky People Princess. They form a tentative alliance after proving themselves to each other, but then that’s when things continue to derail. When Anya is shot, Clarke has to scramble to keep their tentative truce alive (as well as Anya), so that they can take on the mountain.

Baptism//Resurrection (Rated T) [Echo & Roan] @kuklash

If the last moments of the final conclave had gone differently.

This is the first fic I’ve ever written, so any notes, comments, etc. would be appreciated!

3rd Place Dichotomy Trope, 2nd Place Best Platonic Relationship Winner

The Last Living Tree (Rated T) [Jasper/Monty] @kinetic-elaboration

He rubs at his eyes with the back of his fist, stifles a yawn, and forces himself to focus on the blurry object above, until the last scrim of sleep has been blinked away and he sees it, at least, clear. A little drone, hovering in the air over their bed.

3rd Place Canon Divergence Theme, 2nd Place Somebody Lives/Dies Trope, 1st Place Sunsets Trope Winner

tangerine skies and cherry earth (Rated T) [Murphy & Luna] @ hopskipaway

Survival has always been the word John Murphy lives his life by. He thought that this would have given him an advantage when the end of the world came and flipped their lives upside down.

Turns out, like with most things, he was wrong.

1st Place Most Unique Pairing Winner

Just say you love me (Rated G) [Jasper & Monty] @raven-reyes-of-sunshine

Monty finds Jasper when he's only drunk half the tea.

3rd Place Tie Protectiveness Trope, 1st Place Best Platonic Relationship Winner

Bunker Down (Rated G) [Monty/Harper] @hostagetakerandhistraitor

Monty, Harper, Murphy, Emori, and Miller set out to Polis in hopes of finding a bunker to shelter humanity from Praimfaya. Takes place midseason 4.

a civil twilight (Rated T) [Clarke/Bellamy/Josephine/Gabriel] @thelittlefanpire

“It’s funny how your deepest fears can be your deepest desires, too,” the words fall from Clarke’s lips, but it’s not Clarke who speaks them. The voice is airy and lighter than Clarke’s normal cadence.

“Josephine?” Clarke asks aloud. Her throat feels scratchy, but her voice works. Everything comes rushing forward as her body heals and her mind snaps back into focus.

“Ah, just in time for a Sanctum sunset, my love,” Josephine croons towards Gabriel. The hand Clarke wanted to use to comfort Bellamy, reaches out for Gabriel’s arm instead. Her body pulls away from where she was sitting between Bellamy’s legs.

“Jo—,” Gabriel’s voice breaks as he reaches for her face. He cradles Clarke’s head between his large brown hands. He’s soft and gentle, holding her like she might dissolve into smoke.

“How the hell is this possible?” Bellamy’s voice is loud in her ear, right behind her. Clarke pulls away easily from the other man to look back at him.

final journey to the ground (Rated T) [Lincoln & Bellamy] @shen-gong-oops

Bellamy Blake is sent to Earth a little over a year before one hundred delinquents who inadvertently start a war.

2nd Place Canon Divergence Theme, 2nd Place Tie Most Unique Pairing Winner

oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do (Rated G) [Linctavia, Octavia & Bellamy] @queen--sansastark

“You shot him?”

“Not fatally, but it was a good distraction.”

“You’re developing quite the habit.”

“I guess I have."

What if Bellamy had made the right choice back in season 3?

———

Round 2: Canon Speculation Fics

Tropes:

1. One character is a ghost

2. Joke kiss turns serious

3. A character is eavesdropping, and their presence is revealed 

4. Characters struggling to talk because they’re crying or laughing

i will take your pain (and put it on my heart) (Rated T) [Clarke/Murphy] @probably-voldemort

Clarke didn't completely know how comas worked, but she was pretty Murphy's ghost showing up in her living room wasn't normal.

4th Place Tie Best Overall, 1st Place Most Unique Speculation Winner

no one calls you honey (when you're sitting on a throne) (Rated T) [Clarke/Raven] @kindclaws

“It would have been easier if you died in Praimfaya,” Raven confesses, when it is dark and no one is supposed to awake.

Clarke hears.

2nd Place Best Overall, 2nd Place Canon Speculation Theme, 3rd Place Ghost Trope, 1st Place Eavesdropping Trope, 2nd Place Struggling to Talk Trope, 3rd Place Most Unique Pairing, 2nd Place Tie Most Unique Speculation Winner

Why Can't I Get Just One Kiss? (Rated T) [Raven/Wick, Jasper/Raven] @kuklash

Jasper tumbled through the shelf behind Raven with as much grace as one could expect of an alcoholic three bottles deep.

“Oh, shit,” Jasper slurred. “You guys continue on with your extremely private conversation. I’ll just keep looking for booze.”

Raven, face red with anger and embarrassment, turned to face Jasper.

“Jasper! You idiot! Why didn’t you say something to let me know you were here?!” Raven shouted.

Wick, exacerbated, rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath.

Raven turned towards him, enraged.

“Do you want to repeat that?”

“Oh, that’s a trap, dude,” Jasper murmured.

5th Place Best Overall, 3rd Place Kiss Trope, 3rd Place Eavesdropping Trope, 2nd Place Tie Most Unique Speculation Winner

snow faintly falling through the universe (Rated T) [Echo/Roan, Bellamy/Raven, Bellamy/Echo] @justbecauseyoubelievesomething

The floor under her bare toes suddenly feels too cold. Once, after her cover was blown, she was forced to run three miles in the utter blackness of a winter night, without the chance to grab her boots and cloak first. It took many hours for the feeling to come back to her iced over feet by the time she was able to find safe shelter. Now the cold seeps up through the soles of her feet in the same way, chill spreading through every bone in her body.

“My king, forgive me…”

“Echo kom Azgeda. Will you die for your king?”

She trembles, swaying back and forth just enough so that her forehead bumps the window with each movement. “If you would give me more time… a chance to die fighting again…”

He is gone almost before the words have left her mouth. She wishes with all her heart that she could cry again, but the tears simply won’t fall. The pain merely coils into a knot low in her stomach and waits.

1st Place Best Overall, 1st Place Canon Speculation Theme, 1st Place Ghost Trope, 1st Place Kiss Trope, 2nd Place Eavesdropping Trope, 1st Place Struggling to Talk Trope Winner

When the Map Runs Out (Rated T) [Clarke/Echo] @kinetic-elaboration

In a cabin on the edge of a small Azgedan village, on the shortest day of the year, Clarke and Echo play a game of truth or dare.

3rd Place Best Overall, 3rd Place Struggling to Talk Trope, 1st Place Most Unique Pairing Winner

the hundred (Rated T) [the delinquents & hope, s7 spec] @thelittlefanpire

One hundred juvenile delinquents were sent to Earth to see if it was survivable. The fate of humanity depended on their success.

As the green smoke of the Anomaly settled, Bellamy Blake had a feeling that he was a long way away from where he was supposed to be. But the Universe had a way to set him back on the right path.

All Bellamy had to do was gather up the hundred.

3rd Place Canon Speculation Theme Winner

An ode to the last child on earth (Rated T) [madi & madi’s parents, pre-canon] @shen-gong-oops

“They spent so long trying to prevent losing Madi that they never anticipated Madi losing them.”

A brief take on Madi’s life prior to Pramfiya

4th Place Tie Best Overall, 2nd Place Most Unique Pairing Winner

stop staring straight through me (Rated G) [bellamy/murphy, s7 spec] hopskipaway 

Bellamy Blake had been through enough in his life that he thought a fresh start sounded like exactly what he needed.

What he didn’t expect was his fresh start requiring a great deal of ghosts from his past. Figuratively and literally.

3rd Place Most Unique Speculation Winner

Confetti (Rated G) [costia/lexa, pre-canon] @dylanobrienisbatman

The cold of a blade… and darkness. That’s the last thing she remembers before she wakes to find herself, 5 years old, running into her mother’s arms… and then herself on the day she met lexa… and then… and then…

So… this must be what happens when you die.

2nd Place Ghost Trope, 2nd Place Kiss Trope Winner

———

Round 3: Modernised Canon Fics

Tropes:

1. Magic AU

2. character being all “you expect me to do X?” And then immediately hard cut to character doing X

3. Secret places

4. Sex Pollen/Love Potion/Magical Obession

time cast a spell on you but you won't forget me (Rated M) [Bellamy/Clarke] - @captaindaddykru​

Miss Pramheda’s Orphanage for Extraordinary Girls once flourished, a home to a hundred girls with mysterious gifts. A hundred girls and Bellamy.

That was all before Clarke left. Before Josephine Lightbourne decided she was a better fit to be the Supreme, and Octavia decided to runaway with her warlock boyfriend.

Bellamy decided to stay, take care of remaining girls who had nowhere else to go. They were all orphans after all, like him. It was hard, on his own. Especially considering the coven had no real leadership now. He had no powers. He was no one. Just somebody willing to take care of these girls. On his worst days, he’d remind himself that’s more than they’ve ever had before.

Nowadays, the place is a wasteland. The hallways empty, rooms untouched, furniture collecting dust. A ghost of what it used to be.

Nowadays, there’s less than two dozen girls around. Most of them dead, gone in hiding, or worse.

The last person he expected to show back up at their door was Clarke.

Written for Chopped: The 100 Fanfic Challenge - Round 3: Modernized Canon. A take on Hakeldama.

5th Place Best Overall, 3rd Place Halloween Trope, 2nd Place Best Smut Winner

If It Takes You, Will It Break You? (Rated M) [Bellamy/Clarke] - @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold​ 

Bellamy and Clarke, past classmates who distanced themselves from each other, are two stubborn witches in need of an escape from their homes. They hadn't planned on running into each other, but it seems like fate had other ideas. Their night takes a turn though when after consuming some of Monty and Jasper's jobi nut brownies, they run into an old enemy of Bellamy's. In between hallucinations and fights, they'll discover that old feelings do die hard.

A modernized, magical take on Day Trip for Chopped: The 100 Round 3.

6th Place Best Overall, 1st Place Modernised Canon Theme, 3rd Place Magic Trope, 3rd Place Sex Pollen/Love Potion Trope Winner

the end of the world as we know it (and i feel fine) (Rated T) [Murphy/Emori] - @probably-voldemort

John Murphy was going to bring about the apocalypse if it was the last thing he did. And, really, with the apocalypse and all, there was a high chance it would be.

But what a glorious way to go out, with fire and chaos and probably zombies.

That’d teach Bellamy to stop telling him what to do.

3rd Place Best Overall, 2nd Place Magic Trope, 3rd Place Hard Cuts Trope, 3rd Place Secret Places Trope, 1st Place Sex Pollen/Love Potion Trope, 1st Place Tie Halloween Trope Winner

when nothing's right, you shine a light (Rated T) [Murphy/Raven] - hopskipaway

He has seen enough horror movies to know this trip will be nothing but trouble; it's a group of friends travelling to stay in a remote house in the woods for Halloween weekend, what could go wrong?

Or; maybe he might find that it is, in fact, possible for something good to happen to John Murphy.

4th Place Best Overall, 3rd Place Tie Modernised Canon Theme, 1st Place Hard Cuts Trope, 2nd Place Secret Places Trope, 2nd Place Halloween Trope, 3rd Place Most Unique Pairing Winner

pulled by the tide (and falling for you) (Rated M) [Bellamy/Clarke] - @thelittlefanpire

After a huge storm, two unlikely companions set out to uncover the lost treasure of a legendary shipwreck. They both have secret motives for the hunt, but the day trip will bring them closer together in unexpected ways.

2nd Place Hard Cuts Trope Winner

Bellamy Blake's Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse (Rated E) [Bellamy/Clarke] - @shen-gong-oops

He wasn't saying Becca Franco started the zombie apocalypse, but Becca Franco started the zombie apocalypse.

Or the one where Bellamy tries to keep himself and six other people alive during a zombie outbreak. And grumbles about magic.

1st Place Best Overall, 3rd Place Tie Modernised Canon Theme, 1st Place Magic Trope, 1st Place Secret Places Trope, 1st Place Tie Halloween Trope, 3rd Place Best Smut Winner

Exiles (Rated M) [Murphy/Raven] - @kinetic-elaboration

John Murphy didn't kill the girl himself, but he's the reason she's dead. Raven’s heard the story often enough: Arcadia’s only murder, only suicide, only banishment. So when she finds Murphy sitting outside the gate, coughing up fire, she doesn’t feel bad for him at all.

2nd Place Best Overall, 2nd Place Modernised Canon Theme, 2nd Place Most Unique Pairing Winner

munuð (Rated E) [Emori/Echo] - @dylanobrienisbatman

When Echo and Emori finally find a group of Hedges willing to offer them a place after the Library takes control, to say they were a little sceptical would be an understatement. They play the roll, but something feels off. When Emori discovers a dark secret, it takes every bit of their wits to get out of it with their lives.

2nd Place Sex Pollen/Love Potion Trope, 1st Place Most Unique Pairing, 1st Place Best Smut Winner

———

Round 4: Championship Fics

Tropes:

1. Reincarnation

2. Soulmates

3. Forehead Touches

4. Free Space

snow white stitching up the circuit boards (Rated T) [Bellamy/Clarke] @kindclaws

"Where have you been? Your soulmate filed a missing person's report."

"I don't really remember anything," Clarke says, and it scares her that it doesn't feel like a lie.

{WAKE UP}

3rd Place Best Overall, 1st Place Most Unique Time Periods, 3rd Place Reincarnation Trope, 3rd Place Soulmates Trope, 2nd Place Free Space Trope Winner

what we feel (started way before we ever touched) (Rated M) [Murphy/Clarke] @probably-voldemort

In every life, they're drawn to the ocean. Again and again, over and over. And in every life, one way or another, the ocean brings them together.

Most Unique Pairing, 2nd Place Tie Most Unique Time Periods, 1st Place Reincarnation Trope, 2nd Place Tie Soulmates Trope Winner

Eons With You (Rated G) [Bellamy/Clarke] @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold

A simple touch can change someone’s path. Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake circle each other throughout history, their lives intertwined by fate. In some lives they come together easily, in others societal taboos hold them back. And in others, the blame falls on themselves. No matter the obstacles though, destiny has its own plan for them no matter where they are or what era they belong to.

A collection of soulmate vignettes and tales of two people unable to stay apart.

2nd Place Best Overall, 2nd Place Tie Most Unique Time Periods, 2nd Place Tie Soulmates Trope, 2nd Place Forehead Touches Trope Winner

Vera Lynn sang it best (Rated T) [Bellamy/Clarke] @shen-gong-oops

Don’t know when, don’t know where, but I know we’ll meet again some sunny day - We'll Meet Again, Vera Lynn.

Legend says that if you were lucky enough to be born with a soulmate, you’ll never truly die. You and your other half will be reborn countless times. But a person never truly knows if someone was their soulmate. At least, not until the heartbeat on their wrist flat lines.

Guess who is such a mess this week that they deleted their fic because they thought they did it wrong?

1st Place Tie Forehead Touches Trope Winner

light of uncreated fires (Rated T) [Bellamy/Clarke] @justbecauseyoubelievesomething

“How?”

“How what?” he stuttered.

“How do we recognize each other? In every life? In every new body? You said it’s impossible.”

Bellamy stared at her, her eyes still wet and cheeks flushed. “I don’t know.”

3rd Place Most Unique Soulmate Idea, 3rd Place Most Unique Time Periods, 3rd Place Forehead Touches Trope, 3rd Place Free Space Trope Winner

 Compost in Training, Graves Left to Fill (Rated T) [Murphy/Emori] @kuklash

As he unlocked his car, he heard the familiar click of a gun cocking.

“Hi there, stud.” A woman’s voice. “You know, you’re not the person I was planning on robbing tonight, but I guess cash is cash.”

“You aren’t gonna shoot me,” Murphy insisted, as he started to turn around.

It was difficult for Murphy to know which came first; the sound or the pain. The last thing he saw was the girl’s face, unflinching in her brutality, as she leaned over his body to reach his wallet. The last thought Murphy had was of how strikingly beautiful her face tattoo was.

1st Place Most Unique Soulmate Idea, 1st Place Free Space Trope Winner

you open the door to another door to another door to another door to another door and i'm running through to you (Rated T) (Bellamy/Clarke] @captaindaddykru

Murphy is dead-set on causing the apocalypse that finally destroys planet earth once and for all.

If only Clarke Griffin and her fucking soulmate wouldn't throw a wrench in his plans every goddamn time, thank you very much.

1st Place Best Overall, 2nd Place Most Unique Soulmate Idea, 2nd Place Tie Most Unique Time Periods, 2nd Place Reincarnation Trope, 1st Place Soulmates Trope, 1st Place Tie Forehead Touches Trope Winner

The Butterflies (Rated T) [Octavia/Lincoln] @queen--sansastark

It was as though the universe kept trying to tell her something. Every time she felt the butterflies, it was because of him, and him only.

Take a read! Leave a kudos/comment! These fics are so unique and fun and the authors worked so hard on them. Thanks so much!

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Shadow: Part 4

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Natasha and Bucky rescue someone from their past. Being hunted down, they bring you to the Avengers. Will it be enough to keep you safe?

Warnings: mentions of unwanted touches

A/N: There will be more and more answers as we go! So excited for this series you guys. Feed back is always welcome and tags are open. Thanks so much for reading! ~J 

Masterlist  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  

He sat holding you for longer than he could ever remember. He could feel your tears soaking through his shirt, you shaking in his arms, and heard the quiet gasps you made as you sobbed. It all grounded him to the moment. He caught whiffs of your shampoo and perfume and it brought back flashbacks to the fields.

He remembered holding you like this before, but this time he was the one comforting and ripping you apart. He could only take shallow breaths as he tried to calm himself. He would do you no good by starting to cry as well.

Time passed so slowly he was surprised when he saw the first flickers of the sun coming up. He realized that you had long fallen asleep, exhausted from your catharsis. Gently, he wrapped you in your blanket and picked you up bridal style, tucking your head into his chest. He walked slowly to your room, not wanting to wake you and so he could keep holding you.

Walking through the threshold of your room, he set you down and wrapped the comforter around you. You mumbled incoherently and he stilled for a moment. You wrapped your arms around his left and pulled him down to you, something along the lines of “stay with me” left your lips.

He stayed frozen, unsure of what to do. He knew you were pretty much asleep so you probably did not know what you said. He tried to removed his arm from your grip gently and you held on even tighter.

“Please, stay with me медведь” and his heart leapt at the nickname. He was slipping next to you and wrapping you against him in an instant. He was tired of fighting with himself, of keeping you away when all he wanted was this. You close and safe with him. He tried to stay awake a little longer to savor this feeling, but all too soon he was drifting away.

Past

You sat in the back of the car in silence. You couldn’t stop picking at the bottom of your dress and glancing nervously over at the soldat. He never even glanced your way, training his murderous stare into the back of the seat in front of him.

You had been out on a mission tonight, part 6 in the greater scheme. The overall mission was to take down a hydra like organization that was starting to take root. Tonight, you were supposed to try and get access to their files.

The one they suspected to be the head had a gala and you were both sent in. Clad in a formfitting and low dress and a suit with gloves, you both had tried different ways to get into the main frame. It wasn’t until you seduced the son of the organization and had almost blown your cover that you succeeded.

Now sitting in the back of the town car, you could feel the tension rolling off of the soldat. As soon as the car stopped in front of the compound, he stalked away. You slowly followed in, scarred of what the superiors would say. You stopped next to him as you faced the handlers.

“Good job tonight Y/N” Ivan, the head handler, smiled creepily. You smiled slightly, surprised at the praise.

“I think you gave us a good in. The head of ABA is holding more galas, you will be the mysterious and alluring young women that his son will get infatuated with. It is the perfect cover and good way to get even closer” he smirks.

Next to you the soldat tenses, but you can barely register that. You were going to have to stand there and pretend to like it when Fyodor touched you. You were going to have to spend more time with him and his slimy hands and that feeling made you sick to your stomach.

You were torn out of your thoughts when the soldat started yelling.

“You can’t make her do that!” he shouts.

The room becomes eerily quiet. You glance from handler to handler, trying to gage their reactions as the asset looks on menacingly.

“She can and she will. Do not make us wipe you again Soldat. What we are doing is for the better of the organization and world.” Ivan spits out and dismisses the both of you.

Your heart's still pounding as you enter your room and carefully take off the dress. Why was the soldat all of a sudden so rebellious? What would wiping him do?

You try laying in bed, but you know sleep will not come tonight. You need more answers and the only person that can give them to you is unstable at the moment. But, you think back to his blue eyes and you know he would never hurt you. You sneak through the small hallway and pause at his door.

There was no light underneath the door, but you knew he would be awake. You slip in and find him staring at you from his bed. WIthout realizing it, you go to sit next to him. So closely that your fingers and arms touch. His eyes were trained on you as you moved and now his face was so close to yours, you were losing your nerve.

“You need answers” he states lowly.

You try swallowing and nod slowly, cursing how well he knows you in your head. It’s quiet for a moment longer before you break it.   

“For every answer you give, I’ll give you one as well” you bargain.

He looks over you, judging if this was a good idea. He knew you would never tell the handlers anything, but he was afraid that this would push you away from him. He nodded and you smiled as he repeated your gesture.

“Why are you so reckless all of a sudden?” and you can tell he’s thinking how to answer.

“I was trying to protect you. I saw how you shuttered when Fyodor touched you. ” he slowly says, seeing your reaction. Your cheeks heat up and you're glad that there is only moonlight illuminating the room today.

“Thank you, but I can take care of myself. Can’t get you in trouble now” you smile shyly at him. He gives a small smile back before thinking.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” he breathes.

“Why would I be? They are forcing you to kill, it’s them that are the monsters. You are nothing but kind.” you answer instantaneously. He can feel his heart thaw even more at your answer.

“What is wiping?” you ask and he shifts uncomfortably next to you.

“When… When I become… disobedient… they sit me in a chair. It does something to my brain so I can’t remember anything, who I am, or even my own name. It’s how they force me to comply with them”.

You don’t realize that you’re crying until he reaches his right hand up to wiping some of them.

“Do you remember before the Red Room?”

“I remember the faces of people, my mom, my dad, I think I had an older sister. I’m not sure. I remember the sky and the sound of laughter, but that’s it.” you breathly speak. “Do you remember anything?”

He closes his eyes and takes a moment. “I’m starting to. Whenever they leave me alone for a while I start to regain some autonomy. I can’t remember my name or anything, where I’m from, but I have flashes of a blond kid and good times. It’s been coming back faster to me though when you’re here. Makes me feel… less lonely… maybe a little bit less like a monster.”

You can’t take it anymore and you pull him close to you. He’s frozen for a few second before he wraps himself around you too. You sit there holding each other for what seems like hours before he finally releases you.

“It’s ok кукла.” he whispers as he tries to dry your tears, but the new nickname makes them run faster. You look at him questioningly and he just shrugs. “Something I remember calling pretty dames like yourself.”

“Soldat” you whisper and realize it’s the first time you call him that.

“Please… please do not call me that. Not you.” he beggs.

“Ok, медведь.” you breathe out and it’s his turn to question you.

“You remind me of a bear. Strong and deadly, but if you can show it enough love, they’ll turn into loving and kind creatures. Like a teddy bear.” you explain and he swears his heart lept out of his chest.

“I want to leave. To escape this place” you confess.

“You know that’s impossible? You do not leave hydra or the Red Room unless you are dead” he reprimands.

“I know. But don’t you ever want to live a normal life? To remember who you were before they wiped you? To not be scared of every move you ever make?” and your voice starts to rise. He tries to sooth you now by rubbing your back as your head rests on his chest.

“I want that too кукла. But I’d rather you be alive and miserable than dead.” You’re not sure how to respond, your heart giving a tight squeeze, so you just burrow yourself deeper into him. After a few minutes, he lays the both of you down and you count his breathing. Before long you both drift to a peaceful sleep.     

That’s how nights continue. One of you will sneak out of your room and into the other’s. Sometimes talking, but mostly just holding each other until sleep comes. If the handlers knew what you were doing, they didn’t say anything. You were both becoming more obedient, more willing to do whatever they said. You both believed that you were keeping the other safe this way.  

Present

You wake up to the feeling of his arms around you and for a moment you think you’re still dreaming. You twist slightly to see that he is asleep and real and right next to you. A small smile graces your face before you remember the previous night. You wiggle yourself out his grasp and try to get up, but your movement has woken him up and he tightens his hold.

“Кукла”  he says, voice rough with sleep.

“No.” you almost cry. “You can’t call me that. You can’t just hold me and call me that and expect everything to be ok.” you actually cry now, struggling against him. But it’s no use, he keeps his steady hold of you and rubs a hand down your back and presses his face into your hair.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” he mutters as he rocks you through your episode. When he thinks that you’ve calmed down enough, he loosens his grip and goes to look at your face. You take your chance and he feels a sharp sting on his face and hears the slap.

Taking advantage of his shocked state, you manage to free yourself and stand up.

“Let me explain” he says as he sees the panic in your eyes.

“Why? So you can tell me how you remember everything but pretended not to? The reason you tore out my heart? I think you’ve played with me enough.” you shout.

He reaches for you again, but you're ready this time and jump away from him.

“You want answers. I have them.” he says flatly. This makes you stop for a moment and look at him. It seems that even in this incarnation of him, he’ll always be able to read you.

“I know what you’re thinking. For every answer I give, you have to give one too Кукла” he tries and he knows he’s finally got you when your shoulders slump and you sit on the edge of the bed.

“Ok. But not here.” your eyes flitting over your room.

“I know just the place” he grins and gets up. “I’ll meet you in the common room in an hour.”

He leaves your room and your jitters return. Were you really ready to hear his explanation? To give him your own answers?  

Translations:

медведь- bear

кукла- doll 

Part 5

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