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“He was heading for the coast.” Steve rasped through a split lip and a quickly bruising eye, held in place by chains and a collar wrapped round his neck and secured to the wall, head forced up by Obadiah’s grip at his chin. “When we ran into each other he was– he was heading the same way I’d come from. Towards the coast.”
Sunset stared at him for several minutes, searching the Alpha’s face for any sign of deceit, any hint he might be lying to try and protect his mate but Steve was too exhausted to try that sort of thing. The mate sickness had set in hard now that he didn’t even have blankets scenting like the Omega Prince to keep it at bay, and his body was beaten down, worn from four days in the dark dungeons with little food or water.
“If you’re lying, I’ll kill you.” she finally said and Obadiah let go of the other Alpha with a frustrated snarl, shoving him back against the rough wall. “Do you hear me, Alpha Prince? I have no qualms about ending your life, I don’t care what it will do to the Omega.”
“I’m not lying.” Steve hung his head, chains clanking as he wrapped his arms around his midsection. “We didn’t talk much when we were together–” Obadiah snorted something no doubt vulgar and Steve cringed away from the sound. “–but he talked about the water and flowers and having a responsibility to his Kingdom. Then in the morning he headed towards the coast.”
Apparently satisfied that Steve was speaking truth enough, Sunset sniffed and turned away, skirts whirling about her ankles and jewelry clinking at her wrists as she snapped her fingers at the guard. “Do not increase his rations until I say so. And not a word to anyone else about who he is, do you understand?”
“Yes ma’am.” the guard averted his gaze from Sunset, uncomfortable with the burnt scent of her magic that follower her through the air. “No increase in rations, not a word to anyone else.”
“Obadiah!” Sunset called for him over her shoulder on her way out of the dungeons, but the Regent King ignored her, his eyes firmly trained on the Alpha in the cell.
“When you were with my nephew–” he began, not missing the way Steve tensed in his chains. “–did you notice anything odd about him?”
“He’s perfect.” Steve said warily. “Why?”
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Rhodey and Tony watch Pixar movies together on Thursday nights and cry during the sad parts while Pepper rolls her eyes and hands them both tissues.
Reblog if you agree.
Sweet love scenes between Tony and his Alphas, plus Stucky bonding and a peek back into the rebel camp.
This chapter picks up immediately after the last and also, it’s like 9k words so you know… enjoy!
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“Can I scent you?” Steve was still braced over Tony’s body, his hand tight at his mate’s waist but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the other Alpha. “Can I– will you let me–” he cleared his throat and tried again, squeezing gratefully at Tony when the Omega trilled encouragingly. “Can I scent you?”
James nodded shortly, just once, and held himself very still as Steve lifted away from Tony to come towards him with slow, careful steps.
“Do you know each other?” Tony sat up and wiped the dirt from his pants as he watched his two Alphas. “Steve? What’s going on? Who’s Bucky?”
“Do you remember when I told you about my friend, the one that went off to war and never came home?” Steve didn’t dare look away from the big brunette, watching closely in case the pale eyes slid red in anger. “His name was Bucky and he was a real big Alpha with light blue eyes.”
“Well yes, but–”
“Bucky’s real name was James.” Steve stopped no more than a foot away and took in a deep breath. “I knew him my whole life. Learned to ride horses with him and fight with him and we were always in trouble together and he was my second at my coming of age ceremony when I received my father’s blessing. He scented like moonflowers and snow and the sort of red that happens when the sun sets and I–” his voice caught. “–I left home to look for him after he went missing. I know it’s you, Buck. Can I scent you? Can I just–”
It was a very real risk for one Alpha to step into another Alpha’s space uninvited, but it was a risk Steve took willingly, pushing close and tucking his nose into James’s throat and it took a moment, but James finally turned his head to scent Steve as well.
And Tony wasn’t sure which of his Alphas broke first, which one of them made that disbelieving, anxious cry. He wasn’t sure if Steve collapsed and James had to catch him or it was James whose legs gave out and Steve who kept them from falling to the ground.
But either way he couldn’t do much more than stare as both Alphas wrapped their arms around the other, Steve tangling his fingers in James’s hair and pushing it away from his face, James with a possessive hand at the back of Steve’s neck to hold him still so he could scent him over and over again.
“I found you.” Steve whispered, pushing their foreheads together and clutching at James’s jacket. “I finally found you.”
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We really have harmed a whole generation of trans and gnc children by failing to communicate how serious a decision binding actually is, how there’s no ACTUALLY safe way to bind, how it permeneantly damages the body, how it can make top surgery more difficult in the future. I don’t think we should be keeping trans kids from binding (we let kids do all sorts of things they’re really not old enough to understand the potential consequences of) but we owe them the ability to make informed decisions at LEAST
i just saw an article by a nonbinary person named charles-elizabeth and i must say. the sheer POWER in that kind of name. to choose a gender-contradictory name instead of a gender-neutral name - a name that, instead of slipping between the boundaries of gender norms and carefully negotiating its place at the tipping point of gendered perceptions, is categorically unable to exist within them! i am in awe
Dildo Generator
Online 3D experiment by Ikaros Kappler which is described as a “Extrusion/Revolution Generator” ….
Created with three.js, you can alter the bezier curves and angle of the form, and is designed with 3D printing in mind (models can be exported and saved, as well as calculated weight in silicone).
Try it out for yourself (if you wish) here
I want my husband to have this accent
The way in the last half a second it starts walking and you can hear his scream really ties this video together
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It took James only fifteen minutes to ready Zima for the journey, laying a warmer blanket down before cinching the saddle, working the bit gently into the stallions mouth and crooning softly to the big animal wen Zima picked up on his anxiety and pranced a little in the stall. “Easy, lovely.” James whispered, patting at the soft nose. “Easy, we’ll ride fast tonight, let you out to run for a while, you’ll like that moya krasota, won’t you?” “You really are leaving.” Tony’s voice at the door made James tense, but he kept his voice neutral to reply, “I have a job to do, Tony. A war to win and I’ve been away too long. Of course I am really leaving.” Tony didn’t answer, and James secured the bridle under Zima’s head and went to get his pack. “I assumed you would be locked away in your room to avoid Natalia’s meddling, or at the very least drinking in the kitchen with the others. I should be flattered my leaving have such an effect on the family. The last time I left, Natalia threw a vase at me and told me not to come back so I must be moving up in her estimation.” “She cracked a tea kettle against the wall when she came downstairs.” Tony said flatly and James snorted. “So no, I’d say her estimation of you hasn’t risen at all.” “And it shouldn’t.” James slung his pack over Zima’s back. “Maybe one day she’ll stop being angry when I disappoint her.” “Maybe.” Tony allowed. “But we always hold the people we love in high estimation. That’s what allows our hearts to break over and over every time a loved one lets us down.” “I think any leftover love Natalia had for me disappeared the last time I left.” “If you think Talia doesn’t love you anymore, you’re being purposefully stubborn and purposefully foolish.” The words came sharper than Tony had intended but he made no attempt to soften them. “A man like you doesn’t survive in war for this long without knowing how to read people, and Natalia might have been a spy before but now she’s just a woman trying to keep the people she loves close and safe. If you can’t see that, you’re being stupid. Purposefully stupid.” “Are we calling each other names now, Tony?” “Is me calling you stupid worse than you calling me nothing but a warm body?” “…no.” James ground his teeth together and hissed out a breath. “And I apologized for that.”
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