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bump1nthen1ght · 7 months

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A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 6 (Dub-Con)

Kink: Dubious Consent

Pairing: Merman x Fem!Reader

Other Kinks: Yandere, Creampie

Warnings: Mind Control (Siren's Song), Kidnapping, Aforementioned Dubious Consent

Word Count: 1011 Words

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Drake has been to many beautiful places in his life. He’s been amongst a pod of whales, new mothers and calves heading back to their home. He’s been up close with vast coral reefs, in between ancient sea turtles and giant pods of fish. He’s even swam through the crashing waves of a hurricane, enjoying the foam and turning water around him.

But right now, there's no place Drake would rather be than in between your legs.

Your thighs feel so plush against his lips, the skin almost like tissue paper against his sharp teeth. The urge to bite down is strong, to hear your gasps and taste the sweet blood that pulses underneath. But he doesn’t want your first time together to be a painful one, as much as he’d love to mark and claim all over your body. No, instead he just dives in and sucks at your cunt, delicious flavors exploding on his tongue. Just the scent makes his dick bulge against his sheath, aching from the lack of touch.

You moan so pretty when his tongue shoves deep inside you, prodding at your walls, his nose nuzzled into your clit. He pets at your hip, forcing himself to pull away from your pussy.

“How does that feel, love?”

“Feels…good.” You slur, voice heavy and delirious.

Drake looks up, wishing he could see your eyes at their normal color. Under the calming trance of his song, they’ve clouded over and lost all their shine. It’s a shame, but you had been putting up such a fight, resisting your body’s calling too much. Drake is sure with time you’ll accept his love, his partnership, and he can see those beautiful eyes while making love.

For now though, it's better you stay half-aware and submissive. Your pussy will stretch much easier, taking his larger merman-cock with more pleasure than pain. Its a mercy, really.

Speaking of, as delicious as your cunt is, Drake is impatient to be inside you. Grabbing onto the rock below, he pulls his heavy body and tail out of the water. His face now lines up with yours, allowing him to give gentle kisses to your cheek and neck. The song you're under doesn’t give you enough coordination to kiss back, but you still nuzzle into the affection anyway. So cute.

“I’m going to fuck you now, my darling. Is that okay?”

You nod, shoving your face into the crook of his heck, relishing in his soft skin.

“Yes…I want your cock.” Your voice is still slow, partially convinced of what you need. It's so adorable, Drake coos. It's a wonder he didn’t snatch you up sooner.

Drake arms tremble with excitement as he lines his cockhead up with your slit, your wet pussy feeling so good against it. Finally, finally he’s going to mate you, claim you, breed you. After longing and lusting for so long, Drake feels like he’s in Nirvana.

His moan echoes as he finally enters you, taking time to slowly fill you all the way to his base. His nails dig into the rock below, leaving white claw marks in their wake. When your walls clench around him, embracing the intrusion, his hips spasm and he fears he may come undone too soon. But Drake bites his lip, sucking in the blood he draws, and fights it. He’s waited so long. He must savor this.

Drakes uses one arm to throw your leg around his hip, using the leverage to begun thrusting his cock at a steady rhythm. He lets himself be wanton and loud with his moans, all alone in this secluded cave off the shore. Even your tiny whines and panting bounces off this wall, music to his ears.

“Goddesses, you feel divine.”

Drake keens, snapping his hips against yours. He can feel his tip hit the deepest spot inside you, chasing the way you tighten around him when he does. The slick sound of his scales against your ass reminds him of your tasty pussy juices, how he’ll get to drink them up every morning and every night now that he has you. His cock twitches inside you, dripping with his own pre cum. Maybe he’ll suck on your pussy after he climaxes, tasting the mix of your juices together, tasting the affirmation of your love. That makes his cock twitch even more.

Drake meets you in a passionate kiss, devouring all your little noises. His tongue forces its way inside, unbothered by your minimal effort in kissing him back.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving minimal damage. Drake relishes in the feeling.

“I’m close.” You whimper, eyes clenched shut.

“Yes, yes, cum on my cock.” Drake pants, eyes wild with passion. “I want to feel your love, I want to taste you.”

You whine as Drake pulls his shaft out to the tip, leaving you empty and on the edge for a tantalizing 3 seconds. He’s soaking in this view, your chest flushed with a blush, sweat beading down your neck. He wishes this could last forever

“Absolutely perfect.”

Before you can whine and beg for it, Drake shoves his cock deep inside you, finally chasing that high. Your legs wrap around the base of his tail and shake as your orgasm washes over you, milking his cock. His climax comes soon after, making sure to fill up your womb with his seed as he spends himself.

Even soft, the heat of your cunt feels perfect around him. But Drake knows he may crush you if he lays his whole body on top of yours, so he slips out and lays by your side. Cum drips out of your cunt, which Drake makes sure to finger back inside. Your eyes, still hazy, close shut as you rest against his side. Your breathing becomes steady, falling into a gentle sleep as your exhausted body comes off the high of his siren song. Drake strokes a hand alongside your cheek, so blessed to know that your visage will greet him every night from now on.

Yes, Absolutely Perfect

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inejschumacher · 4 months

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Day 5 of Via’s Taycember

pairing: george russell x reader

wc: 1011

cw: alcohol, implied cheating

An oddity, the Red Bull Formula 1 car hung above the Vegas nightclub. Was it real or a replica? Only God knows. Or his opposite of a devil, Christian Horner. The club was loud, bright beams of blue, red and green lights dancing around the overfull building. People and drinks alike spilled all over the place, dancing to the loud music and screaming along.

You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk. You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong

A London boy, you thought. what an odd accent. He said something, maybe a question? Were you drunk? It was so funny. The way he spoke. No r’s? The round u? It pissed you off. Why not speak normally? This was Vegas, not London. Or Manchester. Whatever British city he was from.

But you couldn’t tear yourself away from him. His eyebrows were raised, disappearing into his fluffy hair. Cute style. He better not put any gel in. Maybe it was the hair that kept you here. Did he like you mocking his accent? You didn't give yourself the ability to care, yet here you were.

And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us. He's in the club doing, I don't know what. You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much. Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine, You've ruined my life, by not being mine

You’re dimly aware of the fact that your boyfriend—were you still even together?—was probably somewhere in the vicinity. Was he looking for you? It didn't matter. He was quite older than you and the London boy, whose face had dropped when you told him about your tall, handsome boyfriend. Well, he was, once upon a time. But there were always taller, more gorgeous men.

George was in no mood to be a homewrecker, especially with a woman drunk out of her wits. There were definitely other women who might give him whatever it was he desired, love, life, a companion. He couldn’t stop his heart from stopping when she told him she hated him. Only a half hour, and she’d already decided she felt something about him at such an extreme.

Until her slurred words repeated in her mockery of an English accent, and he realized why. His heart fluttered instead. He lazily spun his straw around in his ice-cold, watered-down whiskey, listening to her accusations of how he ruined her life. Only a half hour and she wanted him, strange accent or not.

You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face 'cause look at your face and I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way, but what can I say? You're gorgeous

His jaw was sharp, his gaze was unwavering, his hair was drifting across his face, his hands were warm and firm. It all made you furious. How dare he be so perfect? How dare he make you feel so light inside as if you could float up up up and away with him to some far-off island with golden sunsets and green vines, like the car above your heads?

You hoped you didn't say anything to ruin this moment. A wrong word, a wrong move, and he might throw you back to the claws of the club, to your boyfriend.

You should take it as a compliment that I'm talking to everyone here but you. And you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in the darkened room

He saw you again, on a different night after the race. He hadn’t noticed before, but you really were a social butterfly, especially when you were drunk. Of course he couldn't, you were with him that whole night. He watched you float from one person to the next, dancing and drinking. He felt a strong sense of jealousy. Why wouldn’t you talk to him?

You weren’t drunk, not in the slightest. The mocktails you’d secured with difficulty were just a cover. You watched him, careful not to let him notice your attention, as his grip tightened on his margarita, coming close to crushing the glass with his strong hands.

The hand that brushed against your slayer in the night as it rested atop the bar counter, cold but inviting. You wished it would explore more of your body than just your hand. The second time he did it, this time brushing past you on the dance floor, you quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her, but if you're single that's honestly worse 'cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

You’d tried to find out whether he had a girlfriend or not, but even though there was nothing on his socials or new outlets, you knew it meant nothing when so many drivers liked to maintain their utmost privacy.

But on the lucky chance he was single, was it really that much better? After all, a man of his looks, talent, and success shouldn’t be single unless there was something deeply disturbing about him, but how could there be? His gorgeous smile, endearing charm, betrayed by such doubt of his genuinety.

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine. I feel like I might sink and drown and die

His blue eyes, deeper than any ocean you laid eyes on ever, seemed to pull you in until you would sink deeper, deeper, deeper until you drowned in them, in his embrace. His arms were tight around you, firm but ever so gentle, keeping you afloat in this misery of a romantic life.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah. There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have. You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad

It felt as if tears were begging to be let out, to fall onto your soft cheeks as you gazed at the chiselled face of the man you couldn’t have. You were initially so happy in his embrace, glad he took the first step, yet the prospect of this being the only step saddened you.

At the same time, you hated that idea. Why couldn’t you have him? The only thing stopping you was your boyfriend; there was no need or desire to continue the slow, timid relationship. A few months was nothing compared to the everlasting love of the greats, it was perfectly alright to end things with him. So why didn’t you?

You didn't even have the full capability to process your hatred and near-future because his ever-beautiful face filled your mind, never escaping your thoughts. Why couldn’t he hold off for a little longer until you could get yourself in check, figure out what to do?

Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats, alone, unless you wanna come along

Forget all of this. You’d spent enough time in the club, pretending to drink the multi-coloured cocktails and breathing in the homely scent of George, it was time to go home to your waiting cats and rid yourself of this sorrowful night.

Unless he wanted to come along?

You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face

All it took was a tug of the hand, a mischievous smile, and now here you both were lying on your hotel couch together, content in each other’s arms as you both stroked the soft fur of your cats.

You're gorgeous

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winchesterandpie · 2 years

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Lovin' Feelin': Asking you to be his girlfriend

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x wife!reader

Word Count: 1011

Warnings: highly self-indulgent, bad puns, fluff, and messing with Hangman and the other aviators

A/N: Good evening, aviators! This is your author speaking! We're back with another helping of Bradley and his wife messing with Hangman. I have three ideas for the eventual reveal and I think I'm going to write all of them. I also have several other ideas for this, so I'll probably keep revisiting this as inspiration strikes. Let me know if you have any ideas for fun bets, and I'll see about writing them! Enjoy!

Lovin' Feelin' Masterpost

“Thirty bucks says you won’t ask her to officially be your girlfriend.”

“By when?”

“End of tonight.”

“Tonight? Come on, Hangman, she isn’t even in town today. Give me a week,” Rooster bargained. He wasn’t technically lying, but you were returning tonight from visiting your friend. “She deserves something good.”

Hangman caved quickly. “Fine. But only because you two are so perfect together.” After three months of the two of you “dating,” even Hangman couldn’t help but notice how happy the two of you were together. It was fitting, then, that your unofficial callsign had become Sunshine.

That didn’t stop him from teasing Rooster for the amount of time he spent smiling at his phone.

“Alright, one week.”

“One week.”

“See you tomorrow, Bagman.” Rooster shook his head at the other pilot, turning away toward his car. He couldn’t wait to tell you about the newest bet. You had had a “first” kiss, a meet the team, and many smaller agreements. Hangman made most of the bets, seemingly trying to progress your relationship, but he was far from the only one. Bob had been surprisingly creative with some of his. All together, they had funded quite a few dates for the two of you.

The engine roared to life, but it didn’t cover the sound of his phone ringing. He grinned when he saw the caller ID.

“Your ears burning?” he asked when he answered the call.

“No,” you replied, and he could hear your smile in your voice. “Should they be?”

“Hangman made another bet.”

“Oh? What’s this one?”

“Asking you to be my girlfriend.”

“Wow, you’re planning on backing out of our marriage.”

He laughed, putting the Bronco in drive. “You caught me. I wish it didn’t have to be this way, sweetheart.” That pulled a laugh from you, and he drank in the sound. “Are you home yet?”

“Yeah, I just walked in the door.”

“How was your flight?”

“Not as fun as the flights you take me on, but everything went smoothly.”

“That’s good.” Bradley grinned at the memory of your most recent flight together in Maverick’s P-51 Mustang.

“How was your day?”

“It was good. We got to give some rookie pilots the runaround. I’ll have to tell you about it tonight.”

“Ooh, I can order takeout?”

“Perfect. I’ll be home in twenty.”

“See you in twenty. Love you!”

“Love you too.”

A week later, you were pulling up to the beach with Bradley and your face of surprise was ready. He slid his arm around your shoulders as you waved to his teammates. They greeted you like they didn’t know what was going down, but you knew better. Bradley hadn’t told you all the details, but he had told you that he had pulled the other pilots into whatever he was scheming.

You realized his plan was going into effect when the campfire burned low and the marshmallows came out. There were too many marshmallows being burnt. Hangman, you could believe as someone without the patience to brown a marshmallow properly, and a few of the others as well, but all of them? There was no way. There was the additional suspicion from no one letting you get ahold of a roasting stick, despite you reaching for one on more than one occasion.

“Here.” Bradley came to your rescue with a s’more already assembled.

“You are my new favorite person.” You grinned, reaching for the treat but he pulled it back.

“New? I wasn’t before?”

“Well, it’s not like you’re my boyfriend,” you teased, shrugging innocently. Alright, you may have done it intentionally to goad him into showing his hand.

“About that,” he trailed off, and despite your knowledge, you furrowed your brow in acted confusion.

“What? Are you…”

He stepped closer to you, offering the s’more again. “I’d like to see s’more of you.” You didn’t even let him finish before you were doubled over and cackling.

“That’s the best you’ve got?” Jake cried out, sounding like he was almost in pain on your husband’s behalf. "Sunshine deserves better!"

“You had a week and that’s it?” Tash chimed in.

You were leaning your weight into him now, still unable to stop laughing at the terrible line.

“Hold up, he hasn’t even asked her yet!” Reuben caught Jake’s hand before he could hold out the cash.

“And you would have robbed me blind?” Jake sounded even more offended as he gestured at Bradley’s hand outstretched for the money. You were already laughing, so you didn’t need to hide your snort at how little he really knew.

“Alright, alright, will the peanut gallery shut up?” Bradley shook his head, helping you back upright with a fond sigh. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I… I really like you.”

“I really like you too,” you replied earnestly, then took a bite of your s’more. “Mostly for the s’mores.” He chuckled, dropping his head as his neck reddened.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he finally got the question out, his free hand coming up to the side of your face.

“Yes,” you answered immediately, closing the distance to kiss him amid cheers from the other pilots.

“Now you’re stuck with the man with the worst line I’ve ever heard,” Javy teased when you broke apart. “And I’ve heard all of Hangman’s lines.”

“I still can’t believe you made me give you a week only to disappoint.” Jake slipped the money into your husband’s back pocket before smacking his butt.

“Mmm, you think you could’ve come up with something better?”

“Oh I know I could. But this just gives me more stories for when I’m inevitably the best man at your wedding.”

You just grinned, leaning into your husband’s shoulder as you wondered, not for the first time, how they would react when they found out you two were already married. Bradley looked over at you, the spark of mischief in his eyes overshadowed by a tenderness reserved for very few. Sure, you rolled your eyes at his sometimes terrible lines, but you wouldn’t trade him for anything.

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yn-bishop · 2 years

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You Belong With Me

Kate Bishop x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1011

Summary: Kate is jealous of your new girlfriend but can’t find the courage to tell you. Will your family help her out?

This can also be found on my Wattpad: @Steinfan6245

Kate nods along as Y/N tells her about her girlfriend. Kate and Y/N have been friends for 12 years and in that time, Kate has fallen for the younger Barton.

"I gotta go. I'm meeting her in a few minutes but you can stay here if you want. You and my dad get along, right?"

Kate nods again and hugs her friend as she exits the house.

"You know she loves you, right?"

Kate turns her head away from the door when she hears a deep voice behind her.

She shakes her head when she sees Clint.

"No she doesn't. If she did, she would be with me instead of her"

Kate mumbles in disagreement and Clint sighs at her comment.

"She's with her because she thinks you don't like her. How the fuck are you both so clueless?"

Clint asks when he hears his wife call from another room.

"Language! Nathaniel can hear!"

Clint sighs in reply and turns back to Kate.

"Just ask her out and she'll say yes. Isn't the prom coming up? Ask her to go, you and I both know she's excited for it and if you don't ask her, she'll go with that Brittany girl and she won't let Y/N hang out with you"

After Clint's speech, Kate still looks unsure and Clint sighs.

"Or you can just let her stay with the girl who's only with her to get another girl jealous"

Laura walks in, holding a baby against her hip.

"Clint's right, Kate. Everyone can see she wants to be with you, you're just taking so long to ask her"

"If she wants to be with me, why doesn't she ask?"

Kate asks, unsure.

"Because she's shy. What happened to the annoying, overconfident Kate?"

They hear babbling and look over at the baby.

"You think so as well?"

Laura asks, hugging the baby closer when Cooper and Lila walk in.

"They're right, she definitely likes you. You should hear her at night screaming your nam-"

Cooper's cut off by Lila hitting him across the head.

"Cooper! Don't talk like that!"

Laura scolds as he rolls his eyes and goes to the kitchen.

Kate thinks about everything the Bartons have said and runs out of the room.

Later that night, Y/N hears tapping on her window. She walks over to it and smiles when she sees Kate standing outside, waiting for her.

"What are you doing here?"

Y/N asks, hugging Kate.

"I need to tell you.. something important"

Kate says nervously.

Y/Ns face turns concerned as she waits for her friend to finish.

"I love you, Y/N. I wanna be with you. I've never wanted anything more than I want you and I know you're with her now but she doesn't love you like I do and I don't think anyone can. I just- will you go to the prom with me?"

Kate rambles nervously as Y/N's face turns excited and then sad and guilty.

"Kate, I.. I can't. I'm sorry"

She says, looking away from her friend.

Kate nods before speaking.

"Th-that's okay. It's all good. I will see you tomorrow"

She says before walking away, leaving Y/N to cry in her room.

Y/N hears her door open and feels her bed shift before seeing her dad sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Dad, I-"

"Shh, I know"

Clint runs his hand through her hair and she falls asleep.

"Why would she say no? She's waited years for this"

"We both know Y/N's not the kind of person to cheat on someone, Clint. She already has a girlfriend"

Y/N wakes to the sound of talking coming from the kitchen and walks to the voices.

"Y/N! Hey sweetie, how'd you sleep?"

Laura asks when she notices her daughter.

"Okay. I need to go to school"

Y/N replies as she packs her bag.

"I can drive you"

Clint speaks up before Y/N replies to him.

"No, that's okay. I can walk"

She answers before walking out the door.

When Y/N gets to school, she sees Kate and walks the other way. This happens a few times until Kate's had enough.

"Y/N! Talk to me!"

Kate yells when she walks up to Y/N at her locker. The hall is empty as class is going on.

"I can't be with you Kate! I have a girlfriend! Why couldn't you tell me all that a few weeks ago? That's not fair! I love you so much Kate and-"

Y/N is cut off by Kate's soft lips smashing against her own. Kates arms wrap around Y/Ns waist as Y/Ns hesitantly wrap around Kates neck. Kate gently pushes Y/N against her locker and her tongue slowly pushes against Y/Ns lip. When Y/N opens her mouth to allow entrance, someone clears their throat.

"Brittany! I-"

Y/N starts to say before the girl cuts her off.

"It's okay, Y/N. I like someone else as well. Besides, I knew you were gonna get together eventually, I just thought I would give it a little push. Maybe you should try not to make out when class is going on though"

Brittany smirks at the girls before walking away.

"So, will you go to the prom with me now?"

Y/N smiles and nods her head, pushing her lips against Kate's. The bells rings signalling that school is finished.

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

Kate asks as she takes Y/Ns hand.

"That would be great, thank you"

Y/N replies as Kate opens the passenger side door for her.

"So, what does this make us?"

Y/N asks when Kate starts the car.

"What do you want us to be?"

Kate asks back.

"I want to be with you but only if you want

tha-"

Kate cuts Y/N off.

"Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?"

Y/N blushes before nodding and kisses her new girlfriends cheek and Kate grabs her hand.

Just wondering, would anyone be interested in me writing a Beca Mitchell or Emily Junk story that follows the Pitch Perfect movies? Let me know! I hope you enjoyed this and look forward to the next one!

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critter-genfic-events · 7 months

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This week, we have fourteen fics that feature the Bells Hells, The Mighty Nein, and Vox Machina's animal companions! From Nugget to Trinket to Little Mister, there'a a bunch of adorable (and some bittersweet) fics here under the cut. And as ever, if you liked them, remember to comment or kudos!

ask some questions (and get none answers) by LeanMeanSaltineMachine (873, Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Vax'ildan & Vex'ahlia

The first time Vax met Trinket

Reccer says: This gets the twins's younger selves down perfectly

The Life and Times of the Creature Known as Frumpkin, Cat by mnemememory (10580, General) Warnings: None Pairings: Frumpkin & Caleb Widogast, Frumpkin & The Mighty Nein

Frumpkin's thoughts as they pertain to the Mighty Nein. Mostly Caleb.

Reccer says: I love the writing style! It's really good at pulling you into the thoughts of everyone's favorite fae cat. I also love how much re-visitability it has, I come back to this story at least once a month.

The One The Owls Call Home by Angel Ascending (angel_in_ink) (2919,General) Warnings: None Pairings: None

Professor Thaddeus finds his way to a new home

Reccer says: It's incredibly sweet, with some fun original characters

equal debt by mnemememory (2260, General) Warnings: Canon character deaths Pairings: Vax'ildan & Vex'ahlia, Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III/Vex'ahlia

The Lady speaks to birds. An outsider POV, a hundred years later

Reccer says: I liked it

fey creatures by essektheylyss (divinationwizard) (1908,General) Warnings: None Pairings: None

Problems to be solved and strange adoptees of the Mighty Nein have a way of ending up at the Lavish Chateau. Essek is among them, now.

Reccer says: Essek and Nugget bonding is absolutely adorable

Smoke Sting, Strangled Pulse by thetickingclock (783, Teen) Warnings: Major character death Pairings: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast

Frumpkin is summoned twice, when he's needed most.

Reccer says: Sweet and Sad and very evocative

Nugget's Surprising Friends by MissIzzy (1011, Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Nugget & the tiger cubs, Yeza Brenatto/Nott | Veth Brenatto

After the events of a familiar problem, Nugget ends up taking care of the tiger cubs.

Reccer says: I liked it

a healer’s gift by toneofjoy (7280, General) Warnings: None Pairings: background Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast

When one of Caleb’s cats falls suddenly ill, he seeks help from a druid healer

Reccer says: A great outsider point of view, with absolutely wonderful voices

Traveling Elf AMBUSHED by WILD BEASTS by Professor_Rye (2709, General) Warnings: None Pairings: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast

Essek is traveling along a remote road by himself in the Dwendalian countryside when it happens. He hears a noise off to one side, in the tall grass that lines the road. You won't believe what happens next!

Reccer says: It's absolutely adorable, and pure fluff

Are we still under the same stars? by Moondrako (2919, General) Warnings: none Pairings: Fearne Calloway & Orym

Fearne tells Mister how she first met Orym

Reccer says: Fearne and Orym's relationship is so sweet, and I think there should be more fanfic that has Little Mister in it.

Night Moves by sabinelagrande (458, General) Warnings: None Pairings: Trinket & Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia/Undisclosed

Trinket gets sexiled, and goes to Vax

Reccer says: It's hilarious and extremely sweet

Bear With Me by Solemini (SoleminiSanction) (2073, General) Warnings: None Pairings: None

Cassandra and Vex get a moment to breathe, and Trinket makes for an excellent therapy bear.

Reccer says: It's a very lovely moment between Cassandra and Vex, with Trinket helping. Also, with art!

Companionship by percahlia (1900, Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Trinket & Cassandra de Rolo

Cassandra finds herself intrigued by a certain furry resident of Whitestone Castle.

Reccer says: It's wonderful characterzation all around - of Cassandra, trying to find her way to normalcy, of Percy, and of course, of Trinket

A Bear Frets by todisturbtheuniverse (1017, General) Warnings: None Pairings: Trinket & Zahra Hydris, Trinket & Vex'ahlia (Critical Role)

Trinket and Zahra have a heart to heart during the Chroma Conclave Arc

Reccer says: I liked it

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avian-misdemeanors · 5 months

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airplanes but as people

707: classy, elegant, cultured, very big presence, Audrey Hepburn vibes

717: smart, unassuming, a feminist before it was socially acceptable

727: autistic, will tell you everything about its special interest, weird and lovable, may use it/its pronouns

737: she likes her pumpkin spice lattes and her leggings. gets called basic, but she's reliable and easy to get along with

747: 6'6" woman with broad shoulders and long, wavy, dark hair. she looks amazing in an elegant dress and has a commanding presence. powerful dark voice, very charismatic. when she speaks, you listen.

757: 74's little sister, much less imposing, very leggy, plays volleyball, total tomboy, very very likeable and cute but also very pretty and athletic, short dyed hair

767: pantsuit businesswoman, smart, a little conventional but that's not always a bad thing

777: she's a professional athlete, a competitive powerlifter. she looks intimidating, but once you get to know her she's a pretty open book.

787: trans girl programmer, drawer full of thigh high socks, RGB everything

797: 787's fursona

Spitfire: short British girl who owns and carries a pistol. she's a skilled martial artist but she much prefers spending time on her other hobbies: makeup and ballroom dancing

AN-225: rural Ukrainian grandma in her 70's. still milks the cows every morning, and still chops her own firewood. her grandson is off fighting the Russians and she's very proud of him

B-1: used to wear a black cape and Naruto-run around the playground at school as a kid. was and still is obsessed with Batman, joined the army and has had a long career

B-21: like the 787; trans furry gamer girl obsessed with programming. wears thigh highs, RGB everything, but also joined the military and has guns at home

U-2: shy and introverted, lean and kind of lanky, she spends all her spare time hiking in the middle of nowhere. the kind of person who you stop being surprised by when she tells you she did a "light" 30 mile hike over the weekend. you're convinced she could just get up and walk the whole Appalachian Trail if she felt like it. has an account on FurAffinity and she will make it your problem. she also has the absolute best weed

L-1011: beefy working class woman with broad shoulders and a heavily worn-in denim jacket. she quit smoking in the '90s but she still knows a bunch of lighter tricks and does them when she's bored using her old beat-up Zippo. will come into your life for one week and ruin every other person for you, forever.

Tu-144: former Soviet professional athlete who had huge potential but got super addicted to amphetamines and burnt out REALLY hard, did not live up to her potential, and gave up fast. she's now a retired but functioning alcoholic watching the collapse of the modern Russian state going "here we go again"

Concorde: slightly stuck up but not mean at all, had her day in the sun, won a lot of gold medals in the Olympics, now gracefully retired and coaching the next generation of athletes. keeps in touch with Boeing 2707, Tu-144, and Lockheed L-2000

SR-71: older legendary retired Olympic sprinter, kind of a loner but she sometimes hangs out with Tu-144, L-2000, B2707, and Concorde

Space Shuttle: hotshot test pilot who wears aviators everywhere, loves to reminisce about her glory days

MiG-15: retired soldier, left Russia after the fall of the Soviet Union and now lives in a cabin in northern Canada. used to believe in the USSR but now basically doesn't believe in governments at all and just keeps to herself. drinking problem.

F-86: retired Olympic fencer, focuses on her grandkids now, visits MiG-15 to play chess and drink

F-111: furry trans girl techie who likes to watch mecha anime. taller than she'd like but she still loves herself and finds ways to see her own beauty.

F-117: Goth girl who was best friends with the B-1 in school, they'd both watch anime together as kids. F-117 kinda vanished after high school then reappeared on instagram years later as an owner of a crossfit gym

F-22: expert martial artist, small in stature but tough as nails, buzz cut, tank top, combat boots. she will be your friend but she is also a little...unhinged

XF-85 Goblin: tried to join the military but was rejected due to ADHD. no longer believes in the military and is glad she got rejected. when asked about it she says "the military is dumb and war is for straight people". silly little shit who makes bad puns and likes rolling around on the floor with cats. drinks soda in the shower.

P-51: played quarterback in high school, then drafted into WWII

P-38: played tight end on P-51's team.

P-51 and P-38 got drafted together, went to boot-camp together, but they got deployed to different theaters of war.

They write each other. The letters don't always go through. When they get a letter, they head back to their bunk, shirtless with dog-tags dangling, they read with a big smile on their face and a cigarette in their mouth

They rehash heroic football plays that sent the bleachers into uproarious cheers, sounding like a crowd ten times larger than the entire population of Littletown, Arkansas that they were.

Their letters also contain very very vague but pointed allusions to the times they spent together after the games were over and the other teammates went out with their girlfriends. Locker Rooms. Cornfields. And the Ice House. Oh, the Ice House…

P-51 bitches about the cold in western europe. P-38 bitches about the tropical humidity and mosquitos, and how he always forgets the name of the island he's on this week.

It'll be over soon, right?

P-38 says he overheard B-29 saying that the war is going to end one way or another very soon in a very confident manner. B-29's tone kind of spooked P-38, and he's not sure why. He prays that B-29 is right, but something feels off around here.

The censors blacked out most of that letter. P-51 is glad P-38 is alive…but what is going on over there?

P-51 wanders the aerodrome, and he spots B-17 and C-47 making eyes at each other. His hands ball up in fists in his pockets. Those two get to go home and get married, ring bearer, flower girls. Tuxedo, Wedding Dress.

All he gets is the Ice House. But oh…Oh, the Ice House…

A300: Old fashioned diesel dyke. She's in her 60's but still does powerlifting as a hobby. She lives with her cute femme wife, who is absolutely the top in the relationship. They're both retired and raise goats together at their cottage in the country to sell goat dairy at the local farmer's market. She wears denim vests covered in patches, many of which are old and faded, she's tattooed and still has a buzz cut. She was on the front lines helping her fellow queers during the AIDS crisis.

A320: When you find out your friend from high school who said she was going to major in finance actually did major in finance, got a finance job, and has been working for 10 years and somehow hasn't burned out, has savings, bought a car, a normal but attractive fiance, and watches an appropriate amount of Netflix in the evening

A320neo: Same woman but she just discovered aromatherapy

A350: Same woman but she got a masters from an online college while still working full time and has multiple CFO job offers

Honda Jet: The only posts on her instagram are her college graduation in 2016 with her white american mom and japanese dad, and she's taller than both of them, and a STOP ASIAN HATE post from 2020

Stipa Caproni: down for literally anything and will absolutely blow your mind but not for long.

Wright Military Flyer: an 85 year old lady who still beautiful and dainty but also keeps a fucking Colt 1899 on a thigh holster. under her dress, of course. she's still a lady.

Tu-154: a track star and will go all night long, you won't be sure if you're boinking or in a cardio race

F-14: a retired Subaru lesbian who lives with her wife and 3 dogs. was the popular girl in school and kind of everyone's friend in college.

Bristol F2b: knows how to use flintlock weapons and always smells a little bit like leather and campfire, but she's really sweet and comforting to be around.

T-38: 5'2" and a little fucking firecracker. doesn't actually know how to fight you but she will certainly try and one or both of you will end up with teeth missing.

Kfir: the kind of girl who you suspect might actually be an assassin.

F-4 Phantom: a butch martial artist in her 40s who is suspiciously muscular and shows off by crushing watermelons with her thighs, arms, hands, etc. She wears combat boots and a leather jacket and rides a motorcycle

7J7: refers to the D&D Monster Manual as the "Girlfriend Guide"

F4U Corsair: collects swords but in a hot way

TBM Avenger: a classic softball lesbian

P-47: a bodybuilder, she can lift you over her head. big and imposing, but a kind person who will happily use her large stature to help her smaller friends feel safe.

CRJ-900: collects swords but in a pretentious way

DC-3: keeps pigeons on her roof, but it's cute bc she talks to all of them. they are her friends. get her talking and she will tell you stories from her youth that will haunt you

Convair 990: does illegal street racing

DC-9: has a piss kink. sells landing gear pics online.

UH-1 Huey: smokes cigars and drinks whiskey, and goes hunting often. She's trans and beautiful but still calls herself a "good ol' boy"

Bell JetRanger: in her late 40s and just figured out she's gay, she's doing her best.

V-22 Osprey: a genderfluid gun enthusiast, not in a toxic way but sometimes you worry about their stability. not the best mental health.

MD500C: an aging ballerina who is still way more strong and agile than you.

MD530F: her daughter who took after her mom but is a better dancer and has an undercut she dyes silver.

EC-135: she is a no-nonsense doctor with a femme wife and a 3-year old.

CH-53: is a 'roided out butch whose father was in the Navy, she served in the Navy, and now won't stop talking about the Navy. She's now a volunteer firefighter who has strapped every subby femme in the region but will always remain single.

Mi-26: a heavyset Russian grandmother who only makes one facial expression. She has subsisted off of nothing more than potatoes for at least the past half century. She is old, but she is not frail.

R22: is a lanky truck-stop hooker. Everyone can come inside for a low price, no experience required.

AW-109: works as a first mate on a megayacht. She knows all the secrets of a particular billionaire but won't say who.

MiG-29: she will shove you the fuck up against a wall and you will like it.

Lockheed Constellation: goes by Connie, she will give you the classiest evening of your life.

Ekranoplan: she was going to be an Olympic swimmer for the Soviet Union, but when the USSR collapsed, so did she. she's a sad story, but she's happy in her retirement to see the younger generations taking an interest in her career, and trying to carry it on in some way.

Sopwith Camel: completely unhinged but in a hot way

made with help from @bananabreadloveman

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anxiouspotatorants · 1 year

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I did a rewatch, here are a bunch of smaller things I feel like can be important in the future (cancellation? what cancellation?):

Ada’s ghost ship story. It’s about how the sea gets so angry when the passengers and crew of a ship kill a whale that it sends a storm their way and turns it into an actual ghost ship. Could be an allegory for what the passengers do to Elliot and the simulation subsequently killing them afterwards, or it could be part of an even larger narrative.

Franz has been part of Eyk’s crew for as long as Maura and Daniel have been married.

Several important characters have scarring and wounds on their faces or arms, and some of Franz’ are fresher even before we see him physically fight.

Anker literally means anchor. It’s probably just a characterisation detail for Anker but still an interesting name choice.

«Die Gedanken sin frei» is a song celebrating freedom of thought.

When Maura wakes up the first time it’s Henry’s voice telling her to do so but afterwards and for everyone else it’s Maura’s voice.

When Ramiro and Angel hook up in 1.02 the scene ends with a shot of a painting of a wolf and a sheep.

While the earth symbol is everywhere, only Ling Yi, Virginia Wilson and Clémence seem to have it on their clothes or accessories. It might be a stretch, but I also think the embroidered flower on Clémence’s collar looks like a bug.

Tove describes Iben’s religious conviction and the fact that she hears voices as creating her own world that the people around her have decided to follow. This could be a parallel to Maura creating the simulation and pulling everyone into it.

In 1.05 Maura tells Eyk that she remembers being a doctor and that her father must have changed her memory to make her a patient. This is probably her doing because of the Elliot reveal, but she also says she thinks she managed to remember the purpose of what was happening and was made to forget. Is this her projecting her deeds onto her father again, or did she actually manage to remember one time and get forced back into forgetting by someone else?

After exiting her first flashback into the shooting scene, Tove sees that she stands in front of room 2102. There’s a big visual focus on room numbers in general too.

Speaking of numbers, Maura’s room in the ship and the room in the mental hospital are both numbered 1011.

Virginia Wilson is confirmed to speak and understand English, French and Cantonese so far.

There are multiple closeups of Eyk’s family photo.

All of the photos on Daniel and Maura’s nightstand seem to be from the same day. One of the photos shows Elliot holding the bug, indicating that this day is the same as Elliot’s flashback. Also Maura and Elliot’s clothing in the photos seem similar to if not identical to their simulation outfits.

When Maura and Daniel kiss we see flashes of them together, the mental hospital, the wooden cross from the tomb, a brain and Maura walking down a corridor with a hammer.

Daniel says that if Maura doesn’t wake up, there will be nothing left to wake up for.

Elliot and Daniel’s simulation flashbacks both end with either of them holding Maura’s frock in the middle of the same faulty simulation that Henry is in.

Henry says Maura has fooled «all of us».

Ángel’s song (a version of La Tarara) mentions a finger that can’t be healed and a white dress. The finger could be Virginia and the white dress could be Maura in her hospital gown. The white dress verse claims La Tarara only wears it on Maundy Thursday, and the finger verse says no surgeon can cure it.

#I have collected the dots (probably just some of them) now it's time to connect them #1899 theories #1899 speculation #1899 #1899 netflix #save 1899 #renew 1899 #maura franklin #virginia wilson #anker 1899 #franz 1899 #elliot 1899 #daniel solace #ángel 1899 #eyk larsen #henry singleton #clémence 1899

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mde1011 · 2 years

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“it took a whole fucking musical number to get you!”

#the real winner was the music we made along the way #1011.speaks #mcyt #tom simons #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #dsmp #james mariott #billzo

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sidprescot · 1 year

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i uhhhh finished 1899

(spoilers for all episodes below the cut, don't read if you haven't finished watching!)

GOD this show!!!!! i have been screaming internally for like 10 hours now and this is going to be so incoherent sorry

who else thinks the space ship at the end is just another simulation and the start of another loop? the season beginning and ending with maura waking up to a 'letter' from her 'brother', the ship also being called the prometheus, the technology also seeming out of place for the time period, being trapped in the vastness of space instead of the vastness of the ocean but it's still a prison.... could be totally wrong and it's just parallels but i trust nothing and no one on this (space)ship

literally every character on this show is so fucked up (affectionate) i am studying them all like bugs

i did guess that the boy was maura's son but i thought daniel was either an older version of him or her brother, the husband reveal fully knocked me on my ass because up until that point i was convinced they were setting up a maura/eyk romance which i 100% think was intentional clearly they have some connection outside of the simulation and the heart wants what it wants when you have amnesia lmao it's so valid of her tbh i too am making eyes at andreas in that coat

also hear me out what if daniel and elliot are both dead in the original reality (or never existed at all) and the versions of them that we see are actually AI created by maura to cope with her trauma... seems like elliot at least is dead or dying considering the grave bunker and his memory in the chair... if maura is the creator of the simulation, maybe she's also their Creator? what if she can wake up but they never can

tinfoil hat firmly ON

or alternatively what if daniel is actually the antagonist leading her deeper into the simulation OR maybe they're both literally exactly what they seem to be and he's just a guy who loves his wife and wants to save her from herself and also her fucked up family and also maybe loves his son sometimes i am sooooooo full of shit lmao it's 3am bestie

also i was NOT expecting olek and ling yi to fuck me up like that... they speak the language of LOVE ok do not perceive me

and speaking of that i've seen some people say that they feel like the simulation reveal took away the gravity of the death scenes but it didn't at all for me, for one everyone jumping overboard like lemmings off a cliff while you hear their bodies thunk thunk thunk was fucking haunting and that was the bulk of the deaths, but also i just think the implications of the whole thing fuck me up more on a psychological level when it comes to the main characters... they are all doomed by the narrative, new liver same eagles, this is going to happen again and again because they can't escape their emotions, they can't escape love or hate or rage or fear or desire or grief, they can't escape what it means to be human no matter how deep into their dreams and nightmares they go at the core nothing ever changes and it's fucking tragic

in other words, i ugly cried through most of ep 7

and then there's the triangle symbolism, the tattoos, 'what is lost will be found', 1011, some of the names being anagrams, etc etc

THERE ARE SO MANY LAYERS

everything is too real nothing is real at all they're alive they're dead they're in purgatory they're in a hell of their own making they are the glitch in the matrix they are the (literal) bugs in the code i am going to scream

actual footage of me making this post

also i am definitely going to gif the show but i have a really busy week coming up and i'll be out of town for most of it so it might be a while unfortunately but just know the gifs are coming eventually they are living in my little brain as we speak

ok i'm going to shut up now if you read this far thank you, i love you, and i'm sorry lmao

#(inhales deeply)#(screams)#rj.txt #1899 #1899 spoilers #i made a short post and then was like no #i am going to release the demons from my drafts

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omegaworld · 2 years

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Wishes and Wrongs [Alpha Charlotte Perospero x omega reader] - part 3 - final

Important to understand the context

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 - Final

Word count: 1011

Perospero has been dragged into the training area by Brulee, they both stop where you can see Y/n and Smoothie training. He looks at Brulee not understanding what Y/n's training has to do, but ends up watching in silence. For a while it's just a normal fight, Y/n and Smoothie get dodges and counter punches, he can tell that Y/n is used to it by now.

Perospero was about to question Brulee when Y/n transforms into a huge wolf that bites Smoothie's sword preventing his blow, as soon as the sword is driven away it returns to its human form. Now mesmerized by the fight he watches as she switches between her human and wolf form so deftly, this couldn't be the first time she had done this. Turning around he asks his sister 'How long has she been doing this?' 'Almost since she started training with Smoothie.

Brulee watches the gleam in Perospero's eyes flicker and smiles 'Mama didn't find her, she found us' his brother's confused look prompts him to continue 'She is the daughter of the navy admiral Akainu' Peros rolls his eyes, he didn't know that, Brulee continues 'She was never sold, but her father spent his life forcing her into different alphas because he believed her mate belonged in the navy. He was ashamed of her and believed that was the only purpose she would have, she grew up constantly relegated to her omega status' Perospero twitches his nose at the thought of his omega being abused and offered to other alphas 'One day he stumbled across the file room where they keep the posters and found your poster' he didn't understand how she came to Totto Land, he doubted his father had brought her or even allowed her.

'Peros-ni, she escaped from the navy HQ and traveled alone through the new world for months until she got here. When she got here she faced Mama and passed the tests she post even if we initially cheated.' Of all the possibilities he certainly didn't expect this one 'She was never forced on the contrary she ran after this marriage' Brulee smiles and puts his hand on his brother's shoulder still very shocked.

'Does she love me?' Perospero asks still unable to believe it, Brulee looks at the giant wolf and back at his brother as if mocking him before sighing 'Don't you love her?' 'Of course I do' 'Then you should stop keeping your distance and tell her that'

Perospero sighs happily 'Thank you Brulee'

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Perospero and Y/n return home in a comfortable silence passing to eat in the same trailer as the first time Y/n tried to make dinner.

While she took a shower he waited lying in bed still not quite sure what to say or do. When he hears coming out of the bathroom and passing his room he calls out to her causing her to turn back to look at him.

Perospero still didn't know what to do, but using what he saw and what Brulee told him to allay his fears he opens his arms in a silent invitation for her to join him. For a moment Y/n looks hesitantly between him and the open arms before smiling and running to the bed jumping into his arms and hugging him. Perospero smiles feeling his body instantly relax at the omega's reaction he wraps his arms around her pulling her closer to him.

After a moment Perospero pulls away looking at Y/n and placing a hand affectionately on her cheek. Looking into her eyes he breathes contentedly 'I love you Y/n' her eyes light up and she barely has time to reply an 'I love you too Peros' which is smothered by surprisingly soft lips on his. Pulling away Peros begins to distribute kisses down to the junction of her shoulder and neck, he takes a breath before biting down deeply marking her as his. He can hear her moan softly when he bites her and relax when he begins to lick the mark to stop it bleeding.

When they are both nestled and ready to sleep in each other's arms Perospero speaks 'Thank you' Y/n lifts her head to look at him 'Why?' Peros smiles 'Because it's you' 'Me?' 'Yes, if it wasn't you, if you weren't an omega, if you weren't a beast, if you didn't have the courage to put out to sea looking for me. Mama would never marry me, I would never know you or find love'

Y/n buries her face in Perospero's chest to hide her crying. It was not a sad cry, it was one of happiness, her father had always hated and demeaned her for her omega nature and boldness, but still these were things her alpha loved, he was thankful that she was like that. Perospero not knowing this scared himself tremendously to think he did something wrong.

Y/n stands up from his chest facing him with tears in her eyes 'If it wasn't you, if you weren't a strong pirate, if you weren't a bunch of a younku, . I could never run away from my father and live safe, I could never be free or even loved.'

Y/n stands up from his chest facing him with tears in her eyes 'If it weren't for you, if you weren't a strong pirate, if you weren't gang of a younku, . I could never run away from my father and live safe, I could never be free or even loved.'

Perospero crying? Never. At least that's what he would tell everyone because at that moment he really cried hugging his omega tightly. His omega, the one that fate had chosen for him and a choice that couldn't be more right.

Perospero had been wrong for a long time, there was indeed a companion for him, one who didn't fear him or dislike his pirate side. She loved him.

Already Y/n had her wishes heard, her mate was not a mate and with him she was free, valued and loved. He loved her.

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bethdehart · 2 years

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Half Mouse Half Computer Virus

Her name is 1011 or 11. She speaks in binary code and lives in your computer. I got her from qgalaxyteap <3

#owo #mouse #mousegirl #mice #furry #furry art #furry fandom #computer #eye strain #eyestrain

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writingsofhubris · 2 years

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Drabbles - Ch. 16

Ch.16 - Harding Hooten [AO3] [Ch. 15] [Ch. 17] Rating: E WC: 1011 Tags: Asexuality, education, lunch, Ship: Harding Hooten & Reader Disc: Reader introduces Harding to Asexuality

“Of course I know the major ones, transgender, lesbian, gay, bisexual, that’s not a cause of concern.” He gestured to the black, gray, white, and purple striped flag on his computer. “It’s these new ones that I have questions about.”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s easy. That’s one of the ‘A’s’ in the current acronym; asexual.”

“Care to share with the class?” You could tell there was some irritation in his voice, and you only rolled your eyes in response.

“Asexual, people who don’t feel sexual desire.”

“And that differs from libido how exactly.”

“You can be horny and not attracted to anyone. Think of it this way; you walk into a bar and see a ton of beautiful women, but it’s just that. They’re beautiful, and not really your type. Look at the men, you feel the same way. You’re wanting to take someone home, but you don’t know who exactly it is that you want to take home.”

“That doesn’t make sense.” You turned away, leaning against the desk with your arms crossed.

“Okay, most people use food as an example, but I really don’t like that. Think of a man, the most attractive man you possibly can. Got that?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to screw him?”

“Certainly not.”

“‘Kay, now think of a woman. What you feel now?”

“The same emotions.”

“What?” His brow furrowed just slightly, hearing that.

“I don’t have an image of an ideal woman sitting around in my head.” There almost seemed to be annoyance in his tone as he said it.

“But you have an image of a man laying around?”

“That’s not what I…”

“Harding, stop, we’re going to look more into this.” His frustration rang loudly between you both, and frustration rang clear in him.

“Fine, if you’re the educated one here. Teach me.”

“Okay so. When you’re looking for a partner, what do you look at? Like what draws you to someone? Physically speaking, you’re sitting outside with a coffee, no one to be seen nearby, but this absolutely perfect person walks by, and you would almost risk anything if this person said yes. What do they look like?”

“I…” You gave him a few moments, but he didn’t come up with an answer to fill the silence.

“Harding, you’re going to consider asexuality.”

“I will-”

“What do you have to lose?”

“I can’t be expected to just start considering this.”

“Why not?”

“I’m well into my fifties, do you expect anything to change now?”

“Not really, but you might be able to make some friends, like me.” You shrugged. “And if nothing comes of it, so be it.”

“So be it.”

You stabbed your fork into one of the roasted carrots on your plate, waiting for Harding to continue his sudden push on the conversation. There was a look of conflict in his eyes, though he managed to push through it as he always did.

“Asexuality is more common than I realized.” A soft snort from you, with a nod. Your fork pointed at yourself for a moment with a cock of your eyebrow.

“You don’t say.”

“I think I might be as well.” The look in his eyes morphed to wanting acceptance, as far behind the walls that always were up.

“Welcome to the club, dude. We meet every third Thursday.” He chuckled, looking at his plate.

“Do I need to bring anything?”

“Muffins, and we will judge you on how good they are. No bran anything.”

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#harding hooten #Harding Hooten / reader #harding hooten x reader #x reader #.W #y'all are about to get hit with 3 whole fics

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cellythefloshie · 1 year

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I posted 708 times in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

;; The Road Wife - The Contract

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Summary: The wives and girlfriends of the Tampa Bay Lightning players have notice the boys have been struggling during their away games and can’t help but wonder if is because they aren’t getting sexual gratification on the road. After a year of success in their Road Wife initiative, the vacancy needed to be filled and you are their candidate. Word Count: 1,700

Thirty-seven days. That was all it had taken for you to think: This is it, I’m fired.

It was only so few days ago you had started your internship with the Tampa Bay Lightning’s social media team. While the job wasn’t all that hard - you spent your days at the rink or glued to a computer screen - navigating the office politics, assuring your tasks were done to the best of your ability and maintaining your professionalism with both operations and players had been enough to make your head spin. But if you were one thing, you were a fast learner, and your boss was impressed by your poise and work ethic. It, however, was the wives that had you worried.

You had been documenting the first day of training camp when you noticed them staring. Each one of them with their blown out hair, thick lashes and sun-kissed skin, watching you from the stands that looked over the practice rink. You could feel their eyes burning into your back, and their whispers had been enough to leave your stomach in knots. You had been nothing but pleasant with them, but you were always left under the impression that they didn’t like you.

It couldn’t have felt more true as your boss had approached your desk, his face in a knot, calling you back to a conference room where a number of the wives sat around the table. You couldn’t remember all of their names, but you knew their faces. They were the wives of franchise players, and if they wanted you gone, there was no doubt in your mind that they could make it happen.

Your hands near trembled as you came to sit across from them, and only could you find your composure as you knitted your fingers firmly together on your lap. You sat in front of them, your lips pressed firm together as if you were to relax them you may cry. You waited for your boss to take the final empty chair, but instead, he closed the door and left you alone with the player’s wives.

Your stomach was up in your throat, the threat of vomiting becoming nearer and nearer as you sat in silence. It hung heavily in the air for minutes, the clock in the wall marking each second with a quiet tick as the time passed, but it was only when on of the wives got up from her seat to assure the lock in the door was engaged that they began by sliding you a single slip of paper.

A non disclosure agreement.

You swallowed hard.

“Before we continue, we ask that you please review and sign this document,” one of the wives instructed carefully.

The document was vague, and failed to disclose any hints of information that the wives could speak to once you had signed the paper. What it did make clear however, was that if you spoke a word to anyone, the tabloids, or even other staff in the building that you would be terminated from your position without pay and that legal action may be taken out against you.

You palms began to sweat and you dried them against your dress pants carefully before taking ahold of your pen. For a moment you thought of standing up from your seat and leaving without any knowledge of what information the wives had to offer you - but your curiosity was growing all too quickly.

Just what was so important to earn such secrecy?

Biting your lip, the tip of the pen dragged along the dotted line and you left your signature behind.

“Perfect,” one of the wives smiled and tucked the paper away into a folder that rested in front of her, “I would like to start by apologizing for pulling you away from your work. With the first game of the regular season rapidly approaching, we know it can wet quite busy, but it is the very reason we have asked you to meet with us today.”

All you could do was nod, the urge to vomit still too strong and your curiosity unbearable.

“Last season, we had begun a pilot project of sorts with the woman that was previously in your position-”

You hadn’t known much about her, but you knew she had left in good terms and those in the office seemed to miss her dearly. Her shoes has been hard to fill, and now, it was beginning to seem even more impossible.

“-she had agreed to take on extra duties that had not been included in her original job description. Including working not just home games, but travelling with the team on every road trip throughout the regular and post season. It was not without further compensation of course. Do you think that would be something you may be interested in?”

You were chewing the inside of your cheek now, your leg shaking nervously under the table. You hadn’t expected to travel, but it would bring greater experience and the promise of further compensation was hard to ignore. Your internship was paid. Though, it wasn’t all that much, and you still had your student loans to pay off. But you wouldn’t commit yourself yet, not without knowing exactly what you were agreeing to.

“The duties that would be expected of me, what exactly do they entail?”

The two wives took a long glance at one another, as if they too were just as nervous as you. Then the silence broke, “You would perform your usual duties working alongside the media team, as well as the duties of the Road Wife.”

They had spiked the words so casually, you had almost accepted them as normal - but the final two words had left your ears red hot.

What the hell was a Road Wife?

And as if they could read your mind, another sheet of paper was placed in front of you. “You will travel with the team on their every road trip and perform wifely duties at the request of the players. You will assist them with their packing, with their meals and their coffees as needed. You will aid in their travel and the release of stress by their requested means within the guidelines of the contract if you so choose to sign it.”

You quirked a brow up, at their words, your handing taking hold of the paper to take a close look at the duties outline on the sheet presented to you. You held your breath as you hung off every word. At first it had seemed simple, like caring for a bunch of overgrown children at summer camp, but with each passing line it was becoming all to clear as to why you had signed the confidentiality agreement.

The Road Wife will keep a organized calendar that is accessible by both payers and wives to schedule needed appointments.

Appointments may include and are not limited to general house keeping, private dinner dates, body maintenance and sexual favors as outlined in each players provided folder of limitations.

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81 notes - Posted May 12, 2022

More Than Friends

William Nylander x Reader ; Mentions of Auston Matthews x Reader

Part 1 of 2 Sequel to Game Night

This fic was originally posted to AO3 on 2018-06-07 and has been adapted from its original format to read as a reader insert. Note: I do not own the above photo.

SUMMARY: Nylander faces the heavyweight of jealousy when his childhood best friend begins dating his teammate Matthews. Smut. TW: Unprotected Sex, Open Relationships, Poly-ship, Sex Acts in Public.

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;; The Overtime Hero Chapter Three of the Road Wife Series

Chapters Table of Contents 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 11|

Summary: The Tampa Bay Lighting have won their first road game, and you are to reward the OT Winner, Brayden Point with a night together. Kinks & TW: sex work, hickies, lingerie, mutual masturbation, Point is a Dom (very mild). Note: Brayden Point is being written as if he is married to his partner (S. Point) in this works. As I swear I saw him wearing a wedding ring during the 2019-2020 Stanley Cup Parade Celebration broadcast. This could be 100% be inaccurate as he is very private about his personal life. ALSO: I didn’t edit this the best that I could have because I wanted to post it before puck drop. AND this smut feels really weak compared to my other stuff, so I apologize in advance if it doesn’t live up to your expectation. Word Count: 4313

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100 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

;; O’ Captain, My Captain Chapter Two of the Road Wife Series

Chapters Table of Contents 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 11 |

Summary: The regular season had begun, and the reigning Stanley Cup Champions are to take to the road for the first time. You have done your best to prepare for the role of Road Wife, but will your nerves get the best of you as your first appointment floods your calendar and it is none other than the team’s captain. Kinks & TW: sex work, mile high club, hints of public sex (plane bathroom), we are going to keep this one pretty vanilla for the Captain - but he does like watching himself have sex in the mirror. Word Count: 3,114

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100 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

ＡＥＳＴＨＥＴＩＣ : Being the Road Wife of the Tampa Bay Lightning.

TW: Adultery/Infidelity. Polyships. Sex Work. TW will be subject to change and each chapter will have its own “warnings”. Set during the 2020-2021 season.

Regular Season

Chapter 1: The ContractChapter 2: O’ Captain My Captain Chapter 3: The Overtime HeroChapter 4: Homeward Bound Chapter 5: So Much BetterChapter 6: The Big Rig Chapter 7: The Big CatChapter 8: The RookieChapter 9: The Morning After Chapter 10: Green With Envy Chapter 11: The Long Road Ahead Chapter 12: Untitled (Yanni Gourde - Set March 7th)Chapter 13: Untitled (Mikhail Sergachev - Set March 9th)Chapter 14: Untitled (Erik Cernak - Set March 11th)Chapter 15: Untitled (Anthony Cirelli - Set March 16th) Chapter 16: Untitled (Ondrej Palat -Set March 23rd-27th)Chapter 17: The Third Line (Barclay Goodrow & Blake Coleman - Set April 8th) Chapter 18: Untitled (Tyler Johnson - Set April 13th) Chapter 19: Untitled (Alex Killorn - Set April 27th) Chapter 20: Untitled (Steven Stamkos - Set May 1st) Chapter 21: Untitled (Pat Maroon - Set May 2nd)More Chapters to be Determined.

2020-2021 Playoff Run

ROUND ONE ROUND TWO EASTERN CONFERENCE FINALS STANLEY CUP FINALS

Extracurricular ReadsThese works fall in the world of the Road Wife - and even in the timeline - but may not be explored based on reader preferences and are not essential to the main story. In the Next Room - Chapter 8 Companion Chapter. An Unexpected Visitor - Chapter 10 Deleted Scene. Untitled (Brandon Hagel set during the 21-22 season after the trade deadline, in development)

TAGLIST: @equallyshaw , @charles11700

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133 notes - Posted May 12, 2022

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