tastes good (when I choose it for myself) by bigfootsmom for @thequeenofcarvenstone
buddie • explicit • 7k
Buck and Eddie have always done things non-traditionally. Why would spending Buck’s rut together be done any other way?
“Look at you, so fucking needy. What would people say if they saw what a cock whore you are?”
A punched-out groan leaves Buck, his knuckles bone white where he’s gripping the sheets so hard Eddie is surprised they haven’t ripped yet.
“They’d probably think it’s such a waste— big alpha cock and you don’t even use it.”
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Here’s a snippet of one of the fics i’m working on
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Warning for A/b/o, Top Obi-wan, Bottom Anakin
“We’ve been authorized to scout in the asteroid field nearby, but it’ll take nearly three days if we exercise too much caution.”
Anakin’s shoulders and knees were practically creaking with how tense he was holding them. Standing in a position like a soldier at rest would. Feet spread apart to align with his shoulders, chin up, hands behind his back. He could feel a vein in his neck tensing and relaxing against his will, like his body was checking to see if he was alive with how stiff he’d gone.
But it wasn’t a fault of his own.
“We could save time. Get things moving along faster, if only at the risk of a few safety violations. Speed up a little more. Get our best pilots in those fighters. But it’d leave us possibly vulnerable if the Resolute is attacked in any way. Won’t have the regular pilots to get us out of a tight spot. And we could be risking the lives of some of our best men out there.”
“But we could lose civilians down on the surface if we don’t.”
His voice sounded like it was coming somewhere else. Perhaps from a speaker or comm that had pre-recorded his thoughts and played them when they came to mind. It sounded much calmer than he currently was. Yet still betrayed the electricity he felt, the live wire that his every nerve seemed to be. Of course, Rex wouldn’t notice, the man only nodding in agreement.
“Exactly.”
His nerves were betrayed to the only one in the room who mattered. The one who caused them.
“What should you suggest, Captain?”
He could feel his skin start to shake as he breathed, words and the simple feel of his presence nearby enough to shake Anakin to his core.
“My idea? We use some of your men, Sir. Double up with both the 212th and 501st, naturally. But mix in some of our best from each side. Take off some of the safety restrictions– only a few– and try to find the detonation servers as fast as possible. Have some of our less skilled flyers on the field be the second wave to the veterans to do a second over.” The captain said confidently. “That is, only if you agree, General. It will also leave the Negotiator and the 212th a bit vulnerable to attacks, but not as much as either of us would be if we didn’t divide the difference.”
Anakin hated that he could hear the sound of fine hairs brushing against the standard gloves he knew were wrapped around his master's hands, the right having more wear than the left. Like the hand beneath it, calloused and rough.
“I can’t see why not. I’d advise meeting with the Commander. Cody has an insight to who maneuvers best among our ranks.”
“Of course, general.”
“Will that be all, Captain?”
“I believe so.”
“Then let’s not waste time.” Anakin spoke.
Rex nodded respectfully, helmet still tucked under his arm securely. “Generals.”
Both Jedi turned to nod and shift while the clone made his way out. Anakin only managed to turn around and cross his arms over his chest. Perhaps convey some sense of relaxedness rather than show that he was tuned tight akin a bow, ready to snap at the lightest pressure.
The sssslk of the door was much more final than it had been when he had entered. And he had very good insight on why he thought that.
He hesitated to move at all, only dropping his chin a little and eyes flicking around the ground, the command room rather quiet, save for the slow sounds of the computers and devices constantly running to power the holo map in the middle of the room.
Anakin hated the quiet. It meant that at some point it would get loud. That it might grow into it or suddenly bang against their eardrums. And he didn’t like not knowing which it would be. Which is the exact reason he had flinched so hard when clear boot steps clicked through the room. Knees tightening and shoulders pushing back, eyes flicking across the floor quicker now, sometimes locking on a random part and holding his breath just to precisely say where the man was. As if he couldn’t reach into the force and feel exactly where his master stood. How far. How close.
“You’d think you’d be happy to see me.” His master teased, Anakin’s eyes locking in on a red boot and tan clad legs as they came into view, stepping closer and more coming into view. His blue eyes slowly moved up, chin still low and clocking the amused look on Obi-wan’s face as he slowly stepped closer.
A breath caught on his lips, skin parting a little, indecently as he tried to speak. “I’m happy.” He said, some side of defensive but with no bite. No bark that was usually there. But really, how could there be? At a time like this?
When he hasn’t seen him in so long?
“Oh really?” The older man asked, raising a brown to a perfect arch when he stopped in front of his former padawan, hands casually folded behind his back. “You look like you’re about to be court-martialed.”
“I’m a Jedi,” Anakin pointed out, chin raised a little to look straight ahead. To look straight at his fellow general. His friend. Confidant. “I didn’t realize we could be.”
“Time changes all things,” Obi-wan spoke softly, his hand coming up and lightly plucking at the dark blue of Anakin’s tabards, thumbing over the frayed edge. The younger man’s arms slowly fell from their crossed place, chest expanding out as the gloved hand traced down to his obi. “What a Jedi can be tried for. What they do for the galaxy,” He listed causally. “Their ideals. Their places… Their path.”
The crackling of energy under his skin pulled to his stomach, central to the skin and even extending to the clothing under a familiar palm. It sang and warbled at the slow pressure pushed into it– and soon Anakin was slowly stepping back with the guide of his master’s hand, eyes locked on one another and careful steps taken in time.
Only when the sure surface of the outer counsel met his back did they stop, did Anakin allow his shoulders to move with his breathing. Did he allow to show how the observation and current consideration Obi-wan was taking over him was having effect. Having the hand dropped only intensified the current of lightning charging the space between them, no longer honed in the point of contact and all encompassing. Stilling the air between them like it was thick and malleable.
Anakin knew he was going to touch him. But waiting was what killed him. How long his master would look and wait. How long he’d stretch a need. His master was impossible.
Having him wait is what made Anakin flinch when he did move, body about ready to combust when his head slowly bent down, tilting to the side and eyes trailing over his neck, breath hardly even detectable over the robes and unusually missing chestplate. And force was Anakin grateful it was gone. Or else his master wouldn’t have been able to curl his fingers around the edge of his tabards, his tunics, and yank it over, ignoring the shuttering gasp his once padawan gave at the strength and sudden shift.
He wouldn’t have been able to lean down and stuff his face in the crease of his neck, making Anakin’s knees go unstable and shaky as a beard rubbed into the skin, over the marks, over the scent gland and claiming bite.
A gift fic for the wonderful @yorkiepug, who donated to my kofi and requested jealous Alpha Sherlock and flirty Omega John.
John's never shown any interest in his Alpha flatmate, despite Sherlock's pining. When a case requires a different approach than usual, Sherlock finds himself struggling to keep his feelings to himself.
Omegaverse + No-powers AU where Tony is an Omega and blissfully in love with Stephen, Omega as well (or Beta), despite Howard’s disapproval.
Until Tony is one day forcefully taken away from college to be married to Loki Odinson, Alpha and son of an extremely rich businessman. Despite being outraged by this retrograde and backward practice, Tony has no means of escaping this arranged marriage, meant to seal a financial alliance between Howard and Odin.
As if being taken away from his lover and having to stop his studies to marry an unknown man and have his children isn’t enough, things get even more complicated when Tony realizes Loki is not exactly an Alpha and was forced in this marriage to hide his situation.
The First Order is in control of the Galaxy, in a last ditch effort to save those who are left, they request negotiations. Only to find that for the Resistance to survive they only need to give up one thing small thing - the angry Senator Ben Organa.
Fandoms: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Relationships: Ben Organa/ Armitage Hux
Additional Tags: Political Alliances, Marriage, Political Marriage, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Verse, Alcohol, Prompt Fill, Bonding, Mating Bites, Scenting, Kisses, Emperor Hux, Senator Ben Organa, Vomiting, Major Character Injury, NO DEATH, Hurt/Comfort, Medication, Slow Burn, Knotting, Teasing, mpreg, nesting
Words : 38,811
Chapters: 18 / 18 COMPLETE
read it on AO3 : http://archiveofourown.org/works/11650359
just chapter 17 for people who have already ready the story
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11650359/chapters/33840978
A while ago I finished this, but due to two wonderful artist doing art for it @pandalolli X and @pangolinpirate X I decided to write a chapter 17, to add a little warmth and a little better pacing for mothers day!!
happy mothers day everyone! :D
tagged by my beloved and talented @herodiaz, @princessfbi, @honestlydarkprincess, @wildlife4life, @prince-buck-diaz, @monsterrae1, @devirnis <3 <3 <3
i didn't know what to post (i know it should be babygirl buck but i wasn't feeling it shhh) and i was told to post some heat sick buck so here you go:
“Buck—” The smile falls from Eddie’s face as he tosses his shirt to the floor. There’s no acknowledgement from Buck, he doesn’t even look up when Eddie speaks.
Eyes clenched shut, Buck writhes on the twisted sheets, pink skin covered in a sheen of sweat. It doesn’t look like he has even noticed that Eddie is even in the room.
The hair on the back of Eddie’s neck stands up and he crowds closer to the bed, expecting Buck to finally look at him. “Baby—”
Buck whines, the noise thin and reedy in the back of his throat before the sound gets muffled as he turns his face into the pillow clutched in his grip. It sounds wrong, something about it making a cool wash of anxiety prickle over Eddie’s skin.
“Hey, hey— what’s wrong?” Eddie rushes to the side of the bed, getting a knee on the mattress as he reaches out to Buck.
His fingertips have barely grazed the skin of his bicep before Buck is jolting like he’s been electrocuted.
I'm gonna tag @naydran, @swiftietartt, @morganofthefairies, @lovebuck, @maygrantgf, @housewifebuck, @shortsighted-owl, @heartbeatdiaz, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, @paranoidbean, @try-set-me-on-fire, @homerforsure, and anyone else who wants to post and is still awake! (sorry if you've already been tagged)
After a week of nearly non-stop travel, Alfred was utterly and completely exhausted.
He lived so very far from the annual gathering, but he had willingly chosen that distant lifestyle, only dropping by once a year, as was customary, to watch all the alphas fight and bicker and to fight and bicker right along with them. It was a cock fight of sorts and, annually, the top naga would prove their worth to their desired omega and most of the time that would end in a blissful mating if the omega in question accepted the proposal.
Alfred was quite fond of the event, which was humorous because, honestly, he always entered it without someone to fight for.
He really just liked proving his worth. He never won the top ranks, no, but he was young and he made it pretty high into the end competitors. And most who knew him were already used to his not having a mate in mind, brushing off the peculiarity with ease.
This year wouldn't be any different and he was truly looking forward to sizing up his competition.
Breathing a tired sigh or relief, he looked down into the valley and smiled at the sight of so many naga all gathered together, clusters bathing in crystalline pools while others laid out in the sun. He was finally here.
