[ID: Sketch of Marsac and Aramis, both wearing T-shirts. Marsac is leaning in as if about to kiss Aramis, and is tugging down at the collar of his t-shirt with two fingers. He is smiling slightly and has his eyes lightly closed. Aramis is tilting his head back slightly, his eyes open and fixed on Marsac. End ID]
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Quick little Marsac/Aramis sketch - interpret as you will (or not at all, should that be preferable!)
ok what if i wrote a story where aloy moves in with zo and varl as their new temporary roommate while she gets settled in a new town (she thinks) but actually because they are planning to seduce her (it works)
i saw this post and now i’m obsessed with the “humans are space orcs” and it got me thinking about Thor and Peter
he first met the omega after Loki’s armies officially took New York – the boy was a gift and he grew up in a human encampment not far from where the initial point of entry was. He’d been gifted the little thing after his sixteenth summer. His name was Peter, and he was a skittish little thing and it was always something random that took his interest.
Once, Thor had come back with a treat for his pet, a small animal that tasted delicious after being slowly roasted– and the thing had dared to cry, insisting that Thor was a monster, and the small creature was too cute to eat. Even punishing him hadn’t changed his stance, so eventually, Thor stopped showing him where the meat at their table came from. That wasn’t all though, when nesting his pet was never satisfied with plush, extravagant furs, rather he combined them with Thor’s used clothing and came up with a nest that had a scent strong enough to send others running.
At first he’d thought it was due to the new environment since human omegas were so fragile, but the strongly scented nests were a common thing. Even while not in heat, the omega would often request that they fuck in the nest, “to make sure your scent is strong alpha.”
And the boy insisted on touching everything, from random creatures to centuries-old artifacts. If Peter wanted to touch it, he would. Usually, a sharp smack to his ass or hand was enough to deter him, but nothing Thor could do or say was permanent. Once, while visiting a diplomat’s house, the boy had even tried to pet one of his guard dogs. Dinner was an awkward affair after that, and the only good thing was Thor had been able to wait to buy him a dog until after the redness in Peter’s ass faded.
wanted to jump on the “these girls that have unfairly been pitted against each other are actually dating” wagon, so here’s some Harry Potter WLW’s
Ginny was praised by the narrative for not crying, Cho was criticized for crying too much. Ginny doesn’t mind her girlfriend being a little emotional :)
Despite the narrative’s best efforts to trash on Parvati and Lavender, Hermione actually loves her femme girlfriends :)
His head whipped to her, stopping her in her approach. Her hand was outstretched, and though she didn’t retract it, she didn’t move closer.
Saïx dug his fingers into his lower arm, blood oozing up around them. “You’re very perceptive.”
“Don’tsnark at me, you’re getting blood on the carpet,” Kairi snapped, regaining her composure as she jammed one fist onto her hip. “Who did that to you?”
Saïx ignored her, stalking over to a chair and throwing himself into it gracelessly. Outside the window, the waxing moon shone brightly, casting a glowing silver barrier across the floor between them. Kairi crossed it without care for its significance, stopping beside the chair. “Go away,” Saïx growled.
I wonder if he realizes how petulant he sounds when he does that.
“No,” Kairi said. “If you’re not going to tell me what happened, at least let me look at it.”
“I can take care of it,” Saïx snarled, glaring up at her.
She fought down the urge to back up. “Yeah, but you won’t, so let me see it!”
They stared at each other for so long she was certain they were going to end up at a stalemate, but finally, he let out a low growl and thrust his arm outwards towards her as he turned the rest of his body away.
Kairi let out a soft sigh and knelt next to him, carefully inspecting the wound. “There, was that really so hard? Big baby.”
“You’re pushing it, woman— ow.”
“Yeah, ow, it’s an open wound.” Kairi frowned. He did this himself. I can tell. But why? What happened? “I’m getting the first aid kit, and if you’re not here when I get back, I will hunt you down.”
She was almost in the hallway when she heard his grumbled response. “Whatever.”
Kairi smiled, just a little, to herself. At least she knew that meant he would stay put.
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