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And you might think when reading the first line that the husband is bad or an asshole, the thing is—if you read the next part it's a different type of bad and wants a different type of hole.

"He fucks me everytime he sees me—once, he saw me cooking and just dragged me away to the nearest surface. He once stepped in the bathroom and just did it. He even----" And the dash represents the person's handwriting while they were getting dragged away, and you probably know why they did. 😭 It was lowkey funny and probably tiring cuz wdym there's this man out there who gets possessed by Asmodeus itself whenever they see their spouse??? Like who gets so feral and goes by instinct just from seeing their spouse??? A/b/o ahh. And I lowkey thought, "Hm, which DC characters would be like this?"

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You both meet in a mer sanctuary, you having been rescued from an aquarium going bankrupt and ghost under treatment for a boating strike. You've never seen another mer before, but the strange creature in your tank undeniably is one, that much you instincts tell you.

But....but he's so big, bigger than anything you've seen before! You doubt he could ever comfortably fit in your tank! Just looking at him makes your fins flutter nervously, hiding in the rocks on the shelf built into the pool.

He keeps peeking into your cave, chirping and churring in a way that makes your instincts perk but you don't really understand. Safety? Pod? You don't know.

Meanwhile, ghost is losing his mind.

This strange mer is too damn small, and he keeps trying to ask "are you okay? I'm safe, did they hurt you?" But all it does is squeak like a pup and hide!

Ghost can't fit into the tiny cave with the mer, and his instincts are already freaking out because he's separated from his pod! He needs to protect the weird pup!

....how the hell the workers intend to care for you when ghost is at risk of drowning anyone who tries, they have no idea.

Summary: Your city is being raided by the Heathen Army and knowing that you’ll be in danger with an oncoming heat, you make your way to the woods. But you run into the army and an alpha catches your scent

Warnings: ABO dynamics, strong language, unprotected sex, knotting, heats, a slight breeding kink

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“Sweterun, you must go. Now,” you order to your younger sister, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her towards the door. “You must go to the church where the others are and must leave now,” you frantically order, turning around to gently caress her face when a shaky cry leaves her lips. 

The heathen army has landed on your shore without much of a warning. Their ships appeared on the horizon not to long ago and make their way closer to the city with great speed. Every alpha is called to arms, ordered to protect the city and the omegas that reside in it. “What about you? Papa says that you are in the most danger because you are about to go into heat,” the little girl questions, your head dropping between your shoulder as you give a small nod. “And what if an alpha wants me?”

Your head shoots back up for your eyes to meet hers, you thumb pushing away any tears that run down her cheek. “You are still young and unpresented, practically invisible to any alpha that sets foot in this city,” you state, pushing back a piece of her hair behind her ear. “As for me, I can take care of myself,” you reassure, walking with her outside the house. “Now, go,” you order, pushing her forward in the direction of the church. 

instead ask:

is it SINCERE

was it CATHARTIC

was it FUN TO MAKE

is it MADE BY ME

short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.

Not weird. Maybe nerdy? This is besides the rock collection he’s been building up since he was a kid, and besides the plethora of Lego sets he still loves to build (he doesn’t have shit else to blow cash on, why not?) and besides the knife collection—

Simon Riley has played this extremely adorable yet addicting puzzle game that has a very well known and loved mascots. He doesn’t even remember how he got into the game, but it’s been 3 years playing the game now and perhaps the collection of cute stuffed animals and stickers on his home laptop has— accumulated. Maybe too much

So when there’s a collab with his favorite video game at his favorite cafe, and with a strike of luck wins the raffle for players over level 100— of course Simon Ghost Riley is at the event!

And early at that.

Well— maybe he was sitting at the cafe near by. So stand off ish, in all black, mask on with a cap, no one could see the three collector item kitty cat keychains he had on. Too nervous to wait in line and look out of place, his knee bouncing up and down, phone clutched tight in his hand. Eyes stuck on the growing line, the cute pink, purple and blue’s of the decorations— he loved it. But could he really go in? By himself?

And he’s lucky you walk by, a little ditzy and absentminded, if you hadn’t so loudly gasped and asked if he was going to the cafe next door— someone probably would’ve asked him to leave the premises.

You slap your hand over your mouth, “Sorry, that was loud. But I saw the purple ticket on the table! You have to get in line to get a good seat like… now! Or all the influencers will take your spot.”

His ears burn red, scratching his hair, “Yeah, But… it’s a little-“

“—You like it, don’t you?”

Simon eyes widen a little, “Well, yeah.”

“Then you should enjoy it to the fullest! Dont worry about what other people think!”

And Simon doesn’t even fully register it all, you’re taking his hand and helping him up, “We can sit together! Double the fun when it’s two people, it’s true!” You give him that jaw dropping smile that has his stomach feel like it’s about to flip. A new reason to be nervous taking over.

But he’s thankful for how headstrong you are nonetheless, got a perfect seat by the window with you, got to try to new sweet treats and drinks while thankful the mask he had covering his face his mask to hide the amounts of times he gushed at the cute items and how cute you looked across from him, giggling and taking pictures with and for him. Got a bag full of new merch, a long with a friend to finally talk about his hidden hobby with.

a/n: alt ending where they… “get to know each other” in the car after the event, your face all pressed into his hoodie that smells like him and licking and biting up his neck while he helps you grind your hips against his hard on through his pants . Your panties creating a stain the more your roll your hips, can feel his chub poking you through your sticky folds, don’t even remember how he got that Jean skirt that went to your ankles off of you, but Simon likes how good you look a little disheveled, biting your lip as you say his name that’s still fresh to you in barley a whisper. And Simon can’t help but let out low groan after low groan, the way your ass feels in his calloused hands, how hot you look in that shirt of his favorite mobile game practically squeezing your tits, the way you keep pulling away from kisses to look into his dark brown eyes that match yours— you’ve got the man hooked.