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SBI with a reader that doesn't like physical touch
TW: N/A
A/N: we need more hype for people who don't like being touched it's unreal
CC!TommyInnit (platonic)
In all fairness, sometimes he forgets
He sometimes goes to hug you or something but immediately stops when he remembers and apologises
He doesn't make a big deal out of it - the second you tell him that you don't like hugs, he says "okay" and respects that
He's absolutely curious as to why, but he doesn't ask
He doesn't think it's his place to ask, and he's completely fine with the fact that it's not his business
If you choose to tell him, he's more than happy to listen
It doesn't matter if it's due to past trauma, hypochondria or just that you don't like that sort of affection, he's there to listen and won't judge you
If, at some point, you were to decide that you're okay with it, he'll be excited but he'll be trying so hard not to overwhelm you with it
CC!Wilbur Soot (platonic or romantic)
Definitely respects it
He has days where he doesn't want people to touch him, so he can relate sometimes
You have other ways to bond, like talking and just spending time in each other's vicinity
Doesn't ask why and doesn't care, all he needs to know is that he shouldn't touch you
If you do tell him though, he'll be so honoured that you trust him that much
Very validating, if you say something like "I'm sorry, it's pathetic/stupid" he will immediately shut that down
C!Technoblade (platonic)
He totally understands, he doesn't like physical touch either
Will literally only touch you if someone's life is on the line
and even then he'd apologise when you're back to safety
Finds other ways of showing affection, through gifts or words
Will never ask why you don't like being touched, whether he wants to know or not
NEVER.
Refuses to do anything that would push your boundaries
CC!Philza (platonic)
Very understanding
Doesn't bother asking - or even wondering - why, he just accepts it without question
If he meets up with you but doesn't know about it, he might go to hug you but stop when he sees your expression
Apologises afterwards
Tries not to make a big deal out of it if he does forget, especially if you don't like making it into a big thing
Makes sure other people know about it, but tries to make it subtle
#lonely writes#dream smp#dsmp#mcyt#dream smp x reader#dsmp x reader#mcyt x reader#wilbur soot#tommyinnit#technoblade#philza#wilbur soot x reader#tommyinnit x reader#technoblade x reader#philza x reader#platonic tommyinnit x reader#platonic philza x reader#platonic technoblade x reader#sbi x reader
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“i’ve been worried sick! where the hell were you!?” with buck/reader pls <3
Of course bby!
Title: First Impressions
Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley/GN!Reader
Tags: Meeting the parents, slight angst, swearing, anxiety, dinner dates, gender neutral reader, dinner dates gone wrong, unsupportive parents, reader needs a hug, Buck being a sweetheart
Warnings: One count 'em one swear word, talk of anxiety, unsupportive parents
Drumming your fingers against the table for what feels like the thirtieth time you check your phone and sigh at the time, he's late….again. You know you really shouldn't be anxious by this, Buck's a firefighter after all so he's often busier than most other people you've dated, but due to his occupation you can't help but fear for the worst every single time he's late for something important like this. He's supposed to be meeting your parents after all and they're already less than impressed with his tardiness. Hell, they haven't been happy with anything regarding him from the moment you decided to tell your parents the two of you were dating. 'A firefighter? Why didn't you date that nice boy from law school?' Your mother had asked, 'A firefighter isn't a good match for you, he'll always be out in the public eye getting attention from other women- he'll cheat on you in an instant and then you'll be heartbroken again dear!' Your father had pointed out, but it wasn't like that. Buck never paid attention to any other women when he was on shift- and he got plenty of attention from them. They're just trying to make you afraid that he's out with some random woman right now.
You're certain that he's just running late, that time got away from him and he'll walk through the restaurant doors any moment now, but another moment passes by and you begin to wonder if somethings happened at work. Had there been an earthquake? No, your phone would've been blowing up with news stories and you're certain that you would've felt it so you decide that it wasn't an earthquake….maybe it was a last minute call that was taking longer than expected. Buck is fine. He's just…busy. A little heads up would be nice so that you could calm down but it's okay because he's probably just busy. Occupational hazards be damned, Buck is a fantastic firefighter so you're sure everything is okay and that the 118 are just caught up in a call- not in a this is a very dangerous situation we're in kind of call but more of a this is taking longer than we expected type of call…except those two calls usually went hand in hand with one another. Would it be bad to call him? Probably. If he's still at work you don't want to bother him…but your growing anxiety won't be settled;ed until you've texted him at the very least.
Message From: Sweetheart.
Hey babe! Just wanted to make sure everything's alright and we're still on for tonight? Love you!
Sending…sending…sending.
The fact that your message refuses to send makes your anxiety worse. A cell tower must be down, or maybe you're just in an area with bad signal? Maybe he's in an area with bad signal. There has to be some kind of explanation as to why your messages aren't sending, hesitantly you put your phone down and smile tightly at your parents and they return said smile. "So…is your date going to be joining us any time soon or will we be here for another half hour waiting?" Your mother asks, she's the one whose been the least supportive of your relationship so it's no wonder she's taking the moment to point out her distaste for your boyfriend's tardiness. You force yourself not to point out that the only one to show up on time to the restaurant had been yourself.
"He's just running a little late mom, he's going to be here soon." You promise, though whether you're trying to convince her or yourself is another conversation entirely. Your father scoffs beside her and you swallow a lump in your throat- no- there's no reason to pick a fight with them, he's going to show up, he's just running late, he loves you, he's coming.
"Are you sure he's even going to show up? What if…what if he's just not as interested as you thought he was?" Your father asks and it's enough to break the camel's back.
"Okay, that's it. We're done here. I have done everything you two have ever wanted! I went to law school, I had the best grades, I never drank, I never smoked, I never had a boyfriend, I never partied! I never got to live my life the way I wanted to because I was so busy living up to all of your unreal expectations! Buck lets me do what I want! He doesn't yell at me if I'm late, he doesn't berate me because I don't want to be a lawyer, he gives me compliments and tells me he loves me and he's proud of me!" You yell grabbing the entire restaurants attention, people have stopped what they're doing to turn your way and listen to the ongoing argument.
"Stop it! This isn't the time or the place!" Your mother hisses in embarrassment but you don't care, you've spent all of your life doing exactly what they wanted when they wanted it and now it's been enough. You're done living your life according to them.
"There's never a right place or time with you, I'm never allowed to speak my mind and I can't take it anymore! And you know what? I don't need to hear anymore bullshit from the two of you regarding Buck and my choices, you two don't run my life anymore and until then, we're done talking." You state with an air of finality. Before either of them can respond you stand up from the table and move to the exit, bumping straight into someone's chest, you move to apologize until realizing that it's Buck dressed in a lovely suit holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
Immediately any and all anger leaves you, replaced with worry as to where he has been. "Hey! I'm so sorry I'm late but I got you-!" He begins to explain with that charming smile across his face before you suddenly pull him into a hug, relief flooding through you, nothing that happened with your parents matters anymore.
"I've been worried sick! Where the hell were you?!" You ask lightly punching his arm.
"Ow! Geez I said I was sorry, I got stuck in traffic on the way here. I would've texted you but my phone died while I was at work…is everything okay?" He asks in concern, you can't help but smile and nod.
"Yeah, yeah everything great now." You answer matching his smile from earlier.
"Oh, good! Well then I'm ready to meet your par-" He begins before you take him by the arm and begin leading him out of the restaurant, "Wait where are we going? I thought we were having dinner with your parents?" Buck asks in confusion with a small frown as the two of you walk out of the restaurant.
"We were but…they didn't show up, so I think pizza at your place sounds so much better."
#my writing#my fic#fanfic#angst#911#evan buck buckely#reader#Evan buck Buckley x reader#lonely answers asks#lonely writes#first impressions
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"Average gay person gets 1,7 divorces" is just a statistical error. Average gay person gets 0 divorces, divorce Elias and Peter that have had 68 divorces are outliers and should not have been counted
#the magnus archives#tma#elias bouchard#peter lucas#peter lukas#I don't know how to write it#lonely eyes#lonelyeyes
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I had a post a while ago about making sure your dnd character WANTS to be an adventurer a while ago, something else I’ve been thinking about is the importance of making a dnd character that WANTS to be in a group and have some sort of relationship with other PCs. the Group Nature of ttrpgs means lone wolves just aren’t feasible. if you really want to play a lone wolf or antisocial character at the beginning then I highly recommend telling your dm and the others players that you plan on forming bonds along the way and growing out of that mindset. otherwise why are you playing dnd, a group activity that involves cooperation and building relationships? Just Write A Book if you don’t wanna be in a group
#the advice Just Write A Book goes out to DMs a lot but it also applies to PCs I think#I’ve had character ideas that I’ve moved from PC to Book Character for this reason!!#I do like lone wolves who don’t trust others but they’re way more fun to read about than actually play#pls cooperate with the other players and be friends at the table lol#dnd
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an aro-ace's love letter to love.
(the title "Laozi's bowl" is in reference to the famous quote by Chinese philosopher Laozi who said "It is the empty space which makes the bowl useful.")
#it can be lonely sometimes being aroace. but ive somehow made a career out of writing romance stories#ive made peace with myself#and what my identity likely means for my future#im fine with it but i cant help poke fun at the irony#to be a hopeless romantic and also aroace is a fun cocktail#aromantic#asexual#stillindigo art
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There's something to be said about Nine and Twelve as parallels, about them being these seeming grumps with hearts of gold who must relearn optimism while being fundamentally kind at the end of the day, and Eleven and Thirteen as parallels, as these lonely tinkerers who travel with multiple companions at the same time but push people away before they get too close because they are creatures built on grief, and Ten alone, as something that is all and none of the above, who starts out as a creature born of love but who loses said love and is willing to die and must find grounding but loses said grounding and declares himself the Time Lord Victorious because if he cannot have love he has to have something, anything, he can call his own, and about how all five of them are shaped, fundamentally, by their grief and their guilt over the Time War and being the last of their kind and how every companion leaves them and they will always, always be the last one in the TARDIS, always be the last one surviving, no matter what, and yet all of them, at the end of the day, die to save someone. Die to be kind, just one more time. Because that is what ties them all together. That is what makes them the Doctor.
#it's just something i've been thinking about when writing eleven and thirteen#ninth doctor#tenth doctor#eleventh doctor#twelfth doctor#thirteenth doctor#hi i'm having a lot of feelings about my favorite tragic hopeful kind afraid angry protective LONELY alien today#it's about how they stole a TARDIS and ran away from home#about how they've always been running#and then the Time War keeps them running#and so do their companions#the companions that push them to be kind also push them to be cruel#because they are both the source of hope and tragedy at the end of the day#and i'm fine#i'm not crying you're crying#doctor who#meta
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I firmly believe that Eddie and Steve both have ADHD, Steve is the classic hyperactive kid: good at every sport, difficulty to stay still in class, you know, while Eddie is more the unattentive kind: he can spend 10+ hours planning a DnD session but then suffer from burnout and doing nothing for the rest of the week. He can play the guitar until he learns a new song, but then he gets bored of it, maybe two hours later or maybe two months later.
Anyway.
I just read that ADHDers often feel less distracted while being with someone they love, and I'm thinking about them both being the support boyfriend for each other... long way before they realize they're in love ❤️
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#fluffy chicken writes#adhd#sorry im a hobbit with adhd and im lonely
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life isn’t about evading hell.
life is about living beautifully despite it.
sulē cerdan
#sule cerdan#winter#life#writing#words to live#wise words#life quotes#depression#lonely#artists#art#words of wisdom#quotes#alone#sadness#depressed#darkness#anxiety#pain#Suicide#eccentric#create#weirdo#outcast#mental health#self harm#hell#empty#black and white#beautiful
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maybe if I keep telling the story, it will never have to end. that way I can keep you alive. If the story lasts forever, so will you. yes, you die in the end. yes I am the only one who remembers. yes I am the only one who knows. But if I never say it aloud, maybe you won't die. maybe this time orpheus won't turn around. maybe peter won't deny him. maybe when I reach the end, you will have had time to come up with a clever solution and escape. maybe this time we survive it together. and the next time, you can tell this story with me. maybe everyone survives and we don't have to tell the story at all. maybe they don't. if I never finish, I'll never have to know. let me speak for a little bit longer. let me live in a world that you are also in for just a moment more. sometimes your memory feels like a noose. I'm sorry. I'm not ready for you to die
#words#i REALLY tried to write some izzy meta tonight and instead? i got ishmael#brain said 'lonely sailor with an I name? yeah i got u covered'#moby dick#ace txt#anyway it's about the DOOMED NARRATIVES#my askbox is ALWAYS open to talk about the narrative structure of moby dick it makes me want to chew thru drywall#my thoughts my words
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p!cc!schlatt w teen!reader who met because they both joined the dsmp at the exact same time and they ended up getting terrifyingly close? n maybe a drabble or hcs, up to you!
- ☕️
Omg pretend this isn't a month late.
They/them pronouns for this one 🫶
TW: swearing
You were the last person Schlatt expected to befriend from this SMP
He knew some people, and he knew of some people
You, however, where a complete stranger
You two spoke a bit when you first joined, and it felt oddly natural
It was weird to talk to someone he'd just met (nevermind a CHILD) like he'd been best friends with you for years
You just had that effect on people, I suppose
Lots of weird jokes came out of your unlikely friendship
"Hey, that is my CHILD you're talking about, back the fuck up."
A very bad influence on you
Definitely convinces you to do very out of pocket things
Likes to call you when you're at school, especially if you live in a different timezone
"Hey man, what's up?"
"It's six o'clock in the morning where you are, why the fuck are you ringing me?"
"Damn, would a hello have killed you or something?"
Yeah.
This man is a risk to your mental stability (assuming that you have any)
A very "I don't care what you do but don't get hurt" sort of older brother figure
He'll only snitch on you to someone else if he thinks you'll actually get hurt from what you're doing
And even then he'll try to get you to stop himself before he calls someone
Very much wants to meet up with you
Would pay for trains, flights, whatever it took
Would even drive or fly to you himself if you couldn't
Always tells you to stay in school and not drop out
He wants you to have a backup plan if things don't go to plan, and I honestly rate that
Doesn't mean he won't call your teachers stupid and say your work is pointless, but you win some, you lose some
But if you're genuinely not getting anything from it and it's a waste of your time, he'll just tell you to do what you think is best
Goes feral when you get weird people in your chat
"THAT IS A CHILD. A LITERAL CHILD."
Doesn't matter if you legally become an adult, you're still a child
You two have a joke where you call him old and he calls you an infant
"You're basically a fetus, shut the fuck up."
"Alright grandad, calm down. We have to be back at the home soon."
You're both very chaotic
pretend this isn't incredibly short because I'm trying to get some writing out :,)
#lonely writes#lonely asks#dsmp#mcyt#dream smp#dsmp x reader#mcyt x reader#dream smp x reader#schlatt#jschlatt#schlatt x reader#jschlatt x reader#platonic dsmp x reader#platonic mcyt x reader#platonic dream smp x reader#platonic schlatt x reader#platonic jschlatt x reader
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Oh these prompts are so lovely. If it sparks joy, how about “i trust you. it’s okay.” with Buddie? 💖💖
Of course bby!! I hope you enjoy it!
Title: Blow Us All Away
Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz
Tags: One count 'em one swear word, feelings realization, feelings denial, light angst panic attacks, anxiety, jealousy, worried Evan "Buck" Buckley, pre-relationship
Warnings: Swearing, panic attacks, anxiety, mentions of grenades, mentions of death, mentions of explosions
Buck feels like he can't breathe properly, he was stupid..really, really stupid today and now he's sitting inside the ambulance with the new hire Eddie and man who has a live grenade inside his leg. How in the hell had he gotten himself into this mess? By being jealous and stupid and hard-headed and wanting to prove something to the team. What was Buck even trying to prove? That he was willing to die in an explosion as long as it meant Eddie wasn't as cool as he was? That he was still worthy of their attention? Their affection? Their love? He swallows the lump in his throat as the other man shifts slightly trying to get a better look at the grenade inside the leg, Jesus fucking christ can't he just sit still until the bomb squad arrives?
They're not trained for this. How much longer is this going to take? The man on the gurney is- "He's going to bleed out if we don't do something soon." Eddie points out completely shocking Buck out of his terrified mental raving,
"What?" He asks- it's a dumb question, Buck knew that the man would bleed out if they didn't do anything soon but there's live ammunition that's ready to blow them to shreds if either of them so much as breathe wrong. But the dark haired man is far more confident than he is, that's another thing he's jealous of, it's only been a few days with this probie but it's plain to see that he thrives in this type of environment Eddie's from the army after all. Every day is a high tensions situation when you're in the army, life is a rare commodity and death is more than frequent, so it's not surprising that he's calm and precise in his actions whilst Buck feels nothing but panic in his chest. Eddie's talking to him again but he can't really hear what he's saying, it's like his mouth is moving but there's just…static coming out, there's a plan he's sure of that- if he doesn't panic and let his anxiety swallow him whole then maybe he'd know what it was but every time that fear sinks down a bit he reminds himself that there's live ammunition in the man's leg that could go off and blow them to bits at any given moment and suddenly he can't focus on anything let alone his breathing…or lack thereof.
Briefly Buck manages to make out the words 'removal' and 'safety' and 'clear'? Oh. That last part was a question. 'Were they clear?' or maybe 'Was the plan clear?' which the answer to both of those questions was no, they weren't clear in the slightest. He hadn't been able to process any of Eddie's plan because he's been stuck inside his own thoughts for the past…hell he didn't even know how long they'd been sitting here in the ambulance for because time seemed to stand still when death was on the line. Five minutes? Twenty? Half an hour? He'd look at his phone to check the time, mentally chides himself for not wearing a watch, but the thought of moving any muscle right now sends a new wave of nausea down his throat, he really should tell him that he doesn't know the plan- couldn't hear over the ringing in his ears but instead he just lamely nods his head.
What happens next nearly shocks him out of his skin, Eddie clasps him on the shoulder- light enough not to jostle him but enough so that he knows there's someone who's got his back, Buck looks up at him surprised to see how close they've suddenly become- if he leans just a little bit closer then the two of them would be- best not to dwell on that. "I trust you. It's okay." Eddie says completely knocking the wind straight out of him, he'd spent all of this time loathing the probie…and for what? He trusted Buck, so he would trust Eddie.
"I trust you too." The words come spilling out of his mouth much faster than he would've liked but it's not like he could just take them back. Besides Eddie doesn't seem to mind as he flashes a quick smile before returning his attention to the matter at hand and for the first time this evening, there is no immediate panic in Buck's chest.
It's not until much later that he realizes that how much his heart is hammering in his chest- though he's not certain if it's from the adrenaline of the situation or if it's because he really liked the way Eddie smiled at him and offered to have his back.
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you've given me nothing to miss
#arknights#lone trail#saria arknights#arknights saria#kristen arknights#arknights kristen#kristen wright#listened to this song on loop for the entirety of drawing these#im in the middle of writing a fic about them ill get there just you guys wait#shakes my finger through tears#theyre everything to me. please talk to me about them#and by to me i mean at me because im unable to form coherent thoughts through anything but mediocre art#kiki draws
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do x dc prompt #60
When Danny first went missing, Jazz is a little ashamed to admit that it took her as long as it did to figure it out. He never left Amity and both Sam and Tucker were forced to move after the ghost attacks ramped up in their senior year when Danny took the ghost throne.
She’d been in college for a while now too, and while she was busy she should have noticed when her little brother stopped sending her random stuff or asking her for either normal teenage or somewhat concerning advice for things.
By the time she caught wind of it, Danny had already been missing for almost four months.
After exhausting every single lead she could, she finally broke down and decided to use her last most desperate option. Get Wulf to portal her right into the Justice League’s secret base.
Nobody can honestly say that they were expecting a young woman to walk out of a glowing green portal the color of a lazarus pit during a meeting, but everyone was listening very closely by the time she started explaining.
She said her name was Jazz and she was looking for her little brother, a solo operating hero that somehow they didn’t know about before hand, who has been missing for going on four months. Batman starts typing up a missing in action hero report right away knowing that a strong hero has mysteriously vanished.
Phantom picked the absolute worst time to wander late into the meeting room eating a bowl of ramen.
#dp x dc#danny phantom#danny fenton#dc x dp#crossover#dc universe#dp x dc crossover#writing prompt#writing#funny#batman#jazz fenton#she’s on the warpath people#or- assumed full ghost king phantom moves into the watch tower because he was lonely where he lived before and the tower’s in space#jazz is not informed#in his defense he forgot#jazz is not amused#she missed so many assignments trying to track down her idiot brother
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Danny moved to Gotham.
Freakshow is touring in Gotham.
Freakshow knows Danny is in Gotham.
Danny knows Freakshow is still after him.
Danny's faith in heroes has been shattered.
Danny turns to the only person powerful enough to run Freakshow out of town, hopefully for good.
Danny turns to the Joker for help.
The Joker is looking for a new punching bag sidekick after Harley Quinn left him.
Danny is just the perfect person to be shaped by the Joker's hands.
Danny becomes the new Joker Junior.
#pondhead blurbs#dpxdc#how we feeling about this fellas#i think it's an ideal angst fic#but i don't wanna write it lol#the younger danny is the worse it gets#someone said that danny shouldn't be afraid of the joker because he's a clown and freakshow is a ringmaster. not a clown#if i find that post i'll tag the creator cause i can't remember rn#but i'm imagining danny who is heavily traumatized and scared and lonely#finding out that one of his worst enemies he hoped to never see again is hunting him and is so close danny has to check his eyes every day#just to make sure they haven't turned red#his anxiety is out of control and he's not about to go find a Bat or Bird to talk to#who would believe him anyways? he's a monster#but danny needs help cause he will not survive this on his own and he knows it#freakshow haunts his every waking dream#but freakshow isn't from gotham. he doesn't have the city's curses engraved into his blood. he never died and he's not truly teasing death#so danny chooses to plead for help from the only predator bigger than freakshow (in his eyes) who IS from gotham#danny goes to the Joker. prepared to offer everything but his free will and free mind. he can't give those up. it's all he has.#danny is a feral house cat asking a tiger to take care of a mountain lion for him by offering the tiger his own liver on a silver platter#joker is...delighted? maybe? no one is quite sure. but he takes what danny offers.#here is this little boy. almost the same age as the second robin when he died. pleading for the JOKER to be his savior. this will be fun
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hard truths
#why have i not done colored text before this fucks on a different level to me#but also yeah needed to get that out of my soul#my writing#my writing tag#poetry#original poem#mental illness#spilled ink#loneliness#lonely#unrequited love#unlovable#isolation#social isolation#on love#self destruction
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Deep Inside
Wolfrry breeding, as popular demand.
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Warnings: knotting, breeding kink, slight primal play, degradation if you squint
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Harry’s eyes stayed intently on her. Holding a little pup in her lap, cradled carefully on her thighs as she sat against the tree with her fingers stroking back wispy hair. He could hear the soft coos over the crackling fire, their weekly bonfire giving the Alpha pair a chance to bind with their pack and let them feel more secure in their leadership.
Y/N always had a soft spot for the pups, but this was a new baby. A new addition to the pack and the first bonfire for the little one. The mother was happy to hand Y/N her pup. It was a great honor to have the alpha female dote and care for your pup. No one would refuse that. There were whispers that the alpha female of every pack would grant blessings each time the pup was held by her, so no one in their right mind would hesitate to hand them over.
It was even more so with his mate. She was a natural with them. Gentle and soft and her demeanor strong enough to demand the respect she deserved, yet tender enough for the pups to trust and crave her presence. They followed her around and liked to show her their tricks and toys while she happy observed when she had the time. Babies were some of her favorite though.
Harry couldn’t help but selfishly enjoy the sight. Her fingers playing with the chubby cheeks and tickling the little soft tummy, making the baby giggle with joy. Little pudgy fingers grasped her fingers, which Y/N brought to her own mouth to feign eating them with a comical noise. The pup let out a squeal of comical delight, kicking his little legs at the motion.
“You’re incredible, aren’t you? Strong little wolf.” Harry approached quietly, not a sound made as to not disturb his love or the pup in her grasp. “Yes. You are. So strong and fierce, but you must never forget to have a gentle heart underneath the warrior walls. Okay? Your mate will thank you for it. You are to be kind… generous… sharp as a whip.” The baby gurgled in reply, making Y/N laugh. “Mhm… exactly.” Her finger tapped the little nose, watching it scrunch up. “But you see… your Alpha is trying to pretend he isn’t watching me play with you. It’s very distracting for me.”
Damn. He had been caught. A light chuckle left his chest, arms crossed as he emerged from his shadowy hiding spot and leaned against the tree to look down at the baby. The giggles stopped, a wide eyed look taking over the face- but no discomfort. His little legs kicked again, hand raising up as if to point before looking back at Y/N.
“Yes. That is your alpha. The strongest wolf in all of the lands.” She whispered. “One day you will fight beside him to take care of our pack. Maybe you will have another passion as well!” She squeezed his feet. “But he will make sure you are protected until you can protect yourself. Your father, him, all the pack. You are safe!” She cooed, making Harry’s heart grow a few sizes.
“His mother is looking for him.” He murmured to her, looking at the pup. She was, but Harry was feeling very interested in something else right now. “We are needed inside for a moment, my love. Let’s return him and then we can take care of the issue inside.”
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Harry’s energy was big today. Y/N had a feeling she knew why he was crowding her space as they walked inside, excitement stinging her spine and warmth flooding her stomach. His hands had held her hips as he shuffled her towards his office, kicking the door shut behind him as his dark eyes took her in. He was hunting her.
“You know what it does to me.” He whispered, pressing her against the front of his desk. “What it calls to when I see you cradling pups that way. When you… lay there and allow me to watch you do the things I’ve been dreaming about for ages.” He dragged his nails over her sides, catching slightly on the material of her long dress. It was a gauzy material, one of his favorites from how it flowed behind her and made her the ethereal vision she always deserved to be admired as- but he was hating any barrier at the moment.
“It’s tradition, Alpha.” She was baiting his wolf,’knowing damn well what she was doing with those soft eyes and gentle voice. Fingers brushing through his long hair and tugging a bit at the little snares it had gotten,’making him growl. “I’m whispering blessings to babies. Shouldn’t that please you?” Her head tilted to the side, her calculating gaze hot and heavy as she leaned back slightly. “I always try to please you.”
“And you do. You do it so well… but I think it should be time that you do that to our pups.” He grunted, fingers bunching up the thin fabric and pulling it up. “You should be full of me, bred properly like the good mate you are. You should show everyone how taken you are, how good you take my cock. Stuff you full of me, my knot, our children….” He pulled the fabric above her hips. “I need it. I’m done waiting.”
He had been patient. They’d played around- but he was tired of waiting. Y/N was too, or she would have stopped him. But she was wet, dripping down her thighs at his words and the walk back. She had been well aware of his gaze and what it meant. He was going to fill her up to the brim with his cum and make it stick this time, and she ached for it.
“Then stop waiting.” Her finger traced his lip, a little gasp escaping as he caught the tip with his teeth and growled. “Take what you want.” Y/N finished the job, pulling the dress over her head and letting it fall before turning from his grasp and bending over the desk. She knew exactly what she was doing- giving him a mounting position and breaking his last straw.
It didn’t take long for her to feel the bare tip of his cock pressing inside of her. A pathetic whine left her throat, gripping the desk as she felt her cunt begin that stretch she loved oh so much. His prick sliding inside of her inch by inch, his hot breath washing over her back as he pressed wet kisses to her shoulder blades. Lettin mg every little bit of his cock fill her up until his balls were rested snug up against her and she began to squirm, a weak thrust up trying to get him to move.
“Stop.” He snarled, biting down on her shoulder in warning. “Lay there and take my cock like the good bitch y’are.” His voice was so deep, so rough, it had her eyes rolling back into her head. The man was everything to her, every little thing he did making her feel even more desperate. “Got to make sure you’re stretched. You’re soaked but it’s so tight…” he ground into her, curling his hand back around her throat as he arched her up.
“Oh my…. Fuck.” Y/N whispered, panting as she felt him pull out to slam back in, making her jolt over the desk. She never tired of the feeling of his cock taking up every bit of space inside of her body. “I love your cock, Alpha. I love it, I need it. Gimme more? Give it.” She tired to push back against him again, her cunt sweet and soft around his aching length. Harry loved being inside of her and feeling how she reacted to him.
“I’m going to give it all to you, you filthy little thing. Teasing me by being so sweet with the little ones… finally need to give me our own. Need to give you some to grow.” He grunted, beginning his brutal pace. He was on a mission to knock her up, to get her full and make it stick inside of her. It was time to start the breeding process and her body reacted beautifully.
Y/N was pliant under her, whimpering and whining as Harry did what he did best. Aggressive and hot, she let him handle her in the way he needed. Every single movement and bite had her floating, submitting to the Alpha the way the gods intended for her to do. His cock was thick and long, curved just right to hit the spot that had her cunt leaking down his balls. The feral sounds filled the office, her nails scratching marks into the priceless desk while he fucked her rough. His growls were against her ear, soaking up each and every noise his mate made as his cock wrecked her.
“There- there, alpha. Please stay right there, it’s gonna make me cum.” She pleaded, working through the squeal she had met out when he has shifted his hips just so. His filthy mouth was the cherry on top of the rough fuck that brought out the animalistic side of them.
“Just lay there and let me fuck you” he panted into her ear, the vibration of his words making her shiver. “You’re such a good little bitch. Laying out and letting your alpha use your hole the way it’s meant to be used.” He nuzzled against her neck thrusting into her at the deep pace she had begged for. It was a nasty mess in the room. Anyone inside the hall could smell it if they walked past, the scent of their sex and desperation clinging to the walls. The sounds were echoing through the room, the grunts and growls and her sloppy cunt being wrecked by his cock, Y/N unable to keep quiet with her little whines.
“My perfect little mate. You were made for me. Made t’have my children. I want to watch you swell with them… taste your breasts when they leak. I want to make you a mother, my love.” He slurred against her neck, feeling the beginnings of his knot. “M’gonna stuff you full of my knot and my load, make it stick. Get you pregnant and bred up for me the way you should stay. Gonna do it over n’over until it takes. I can’t stand it anymore.” He needed to have her pregnant. It didn’t feel like a want but a need.
“Please, alpha. Please breed me, I want it. I want it so bad, I want our babies, I want…” she sobbed out in pleasure and desperation. “Want to feel full. Want you to own me. Please, please- I feel it.” She said frantically. “I feel your knot, give it to me. Give it to me, put it in, knot me. Breed me, Harry.” She snarled, her nails digging into his wrist as he held her throat. He owned her, yes, but she owned him too.
A roar of pleasure hit the room as Harry caved to his mate’s requests. His knot catching and flaring inside to lock them together as she came all over his cock, her body convulsing slightly under him as she sobbed out his name. She was so full, so overwhelmed as she felt his body cover hers and rock inside as the ropes of cum continued to fill her.
“Give it, Harry. Give me all of it.” She whimpered, a tear dragging down her cheek. “Give me all of your cum. I want it to catch. Want your babies inside of me. Give me the pups.”
“It’s there, my love. It’s there. My perfect little breeding bitch.” He sighed, the pleasure still shooting through him as his cum shot into her in its heavy ribbons. Y/N shuddered under him, feeling every single throb of his cock as she was filled. It was one of her favorite feelings and Harry loved to give it to her.
“I love you. It’ll stick. M’gonna make sure you’re pregnant.” He turned her face to catch her lips, groaning happily into her mouth as her cunt milked his knot for all it was worth. “It’s coming soon. Don’t worry.”
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