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sentientgolfball · 8 months ago

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Forget Yourself

SO sorry it's been so long since I've posted any writing. I've been very busy with work and swim and crocheting ghouls

18+ MDNI

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Word Count: 3959

Pairing: Raindrop

Tags: Sir/mean Rain, forcefem, subby Dew, dubcon (kinda?? idk I'm tagging it to be safe)

Summary: Rain gets Dew a little something to make him pretty.

“You want me to what?”

“Put it on.”

Dew stares dumbfounded at Rain. He’s too nonchalant about this. He’s sitting in the chair across from the vanity, dress shirt half unbuttoned, suit jacket rumpled, and legs slightly spread. Dew can’t believe it. Rain is staring at him expectantly as casually as if he asked him the weather. As if he didn’t just say—

“Put on the dress Dewdrop.” He tilts his head, eyes narrowing when he says it this time.

He’s joking. He has to be. He’s baiting him so he can snap a picture and send it to the others to laugh at. He swallows, throat dry as he challenges Rain’s cold expression. He’s stubborn. He’s not going to let Rain get the better of him.

“I won’t ask again, Dew. Put it on or leave.”

Both of those options sound horrible. He doesn’t want to put the dress on, he doesn’t even look at it. But he was the one who followed Rain back to his room after their little night on the town. He could’ve gone to bed, could’ve trailed after anyone else, but he picked Rain. How was he supposed to resist when he was in that dark suit? The little bit of makeup making his eyes pop. The way he squeezed Dew’s ass and muttered filth in his ear while they were walking back to the Ministry. He can’t be blamed for following Rain like a little lovesick puppy.

Now though, he almost wished he would have taken Mountain up on his offer to visit his nest. Almost. He still hasn’t decided if getting hunted through the woods by a feral earth ghoul is better or worse than this. He has half a mind to turn away, but the shadow in Rain’s eyes keeps him rooted in place. Rain quirks an eyebrow. Waiting.

After what feels like an eternity, Dew glances at the dress. It’s laid out on Rain’s bed. It's black, perfectly matching Rain’s suit. Strapless. Small. The back is cut out. He briefly wonders if Rain raided Aurora’s closet for this. He looks back to Rain.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“You do,” Rain replies coolly.

Dew opens his mouth to retort, but he can’t find anything. Rain wouldn’t stop him if he walked out, he knows this. But the way he looks at him feels like a test. Like he’s daring Dew to turn and run. A mouse caught by the cat.

He can’t.

“What,” he clears his throat, “what happens if I put it on?”

The corner of Rain’s mouth twitches up, “You’ll get to be my good girl.”

Dew’s head snaps back to stare at Rain, mouth slightly agape and a blush dusting his cheeks. There’s no way he heard him right.

“What did you just say?”

Rain’s fangs flash in the low light of the room, “You’ll get to be my good girl. You want that right? You want to be good for me?”

There’s not much that can leave a ghoul like Dewdrop speechless, this is one. It’s no secret Dew desires praise, aches for it. Let’s himself be broken down in every way just to be put back together with soft hands and softer words. This feels different though. This feels like a trap. A threat. Rain is luring him in and he’s utterly helpless to his siren song.

Still, he refuses to go down without a fight. He steps over to the bed. He can feel Rain’s eyes burning into the back of his head as he rubs the fabric between thumb and forefinger. An image of himself in it flashes through his mind and he hates the way he can feel his pants get just a bit tighter. He looks over at Rain. He’s sitting with his head resting against his knuckles, expression unreadable. Rain is patient. He’ll play this game all night if he has to, won’t give up unless Dew turns and leaves.

“Go ahead and undress baby. It’s not going to put itself on.”

Dew wants to throw it at him. Tell him he’s not doing it. Instead, he begins to unbutton his shirt with shaking hands. Maybe if he just focuses on Rain’s watchful gaze he can ignore the dress. Maybe if he puts on a good enough show Rain will forget about it and fuck him into the mattress. So he goes slow with it, dragging his hand down his torso once the last button pops open. He doesn’t tug it off, not yet. Instead, he unbuckles his belt, sliding it from around his hips to clatter to the floor. He doesn’t break eye contact with Rain when he drags his zipper down. Not even a blush from him. He almost looks bored watching Dew strip. It annoys and arouses him at the same time and he hates it. He shrugs his shirt off before sliding his pants off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

He stalks towards Rain, ignoring the slight tremor in his legs. He stops in front of him, standing in between his spread legs. He peers down at him with a grin, hair falling over his shoulders.

“C’mon Rainy. Forget about the dress, you’re just gonna have to take it off me later.”

Rain stares up at him, stoic. Silent. Dew huffs. He’ll get a reaction out of him. He knows all his soft spots. He makes a move to climb into his lap, but Rain grabs his wrist. Hard. He squeezes and Dew can feel his heartbeat. His eyes flick up to meet his. He’s scowling now, dark eyes somehow darker. Still, he doesn’t say anything. It makes Dew feel weird. He can handle degradation, praise, annoyance, genuine hate but it’s the silence that’s making his skin prickle. He feels the need to fill it, feels like maybe if he talks enough he can get something out of Rain.

“Really? You don’t want this?” He scoffs “What have you done with my Rainy? He’d never pass up an opportunity to get his hands on me.”

Silence.

“If you take that suit off I’ll stick my tongue in your gills so deep you’ll be able to taste me.”

Silence.

“C’mon, we can go down to the lake. Let you use that big, thick tentacle on me.”

Silence.

Dew feels insane in the worst way possible. He prides himself on his mouth, the filth he can spew from it, loves watching his partner blush and squirm. But Rain isn’t. He’s not doing anything. He’ll take the faintest twitch, a hum, an eye roll, as long as it’s something. If Rain isn’t reacting then what’s the point? Why is he still here? If Rain isn’t interested in him then why does he want to stay? To prove himself maybe. Prove that despite the coldness Rain has given him since they entered his room he can get him to bend. He knows what he needs to do to get that and he hates it. But he hates the silence more.

He sighs, “You’re really going to make me put it on, aren’t you?”

Finally, Rain speaks “I’m not making you do anything, baby. You clearly want this.”

His eyes flick down to the tent in Dew’s boxers.

He blushes, heat spilling down his throat and over his chest “That’s not…it’s because you’re in that fucking suit. We’ve had this conversation before fuck off.”

Rain coos “That’s why I need you to put the dress on baby, you’ll be such a pretty accessory for me.”

Dew’s cock kicks hard, the thin material of his underwear doing little to hide it. Rain huffs the faintest laugh.

“Come on baby, don’t you want to be pretty for me?“

A million different responses zap through Dew’s head.

No.

Go fuck yourself.

I already am pretty.

You wear my hand as a necklace, what more do you need?

But the only thing that comes out of his mouth is a mumbled “Yes.”

Rain tilts his head, eyes narrowing, “What was that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

He swallows. He knows what Rain wants him to say. He knows because every time Rain gets like this Dew can’t help but resist. The word always burns and he isn’t totally sure if it feels good or not. He hates the way it makes his blood boil while simultaneously making him wet.

“Yes…sir.”

“Good girl,” Rain purrs, “Now hurry up. You’ve wasted enough of my time.”

Dew steps away from Rain, standing before the bed. He can feel his heart pounding when he picks it up. He slowly turns it around so the back is facing him. He takes a deep breath before lifting it to slip it on over his head. He barely gets his arms raised though before Rain clears his throat. Dew turns to look at him, expression a mix of annoyance and questioning.

“I believe I told you to undress.”

Dew cocks his head, “I’m literally standing in my underwear.” It hits him the moment the words leave his mouth.

“Oh. Oh, come on you can’t be serious.”

“Didn’t even have to tell you, good job,” Rain smiles, “Go ahead.”

“Fuck you.” Dew hisses as he slides his boxers down his legs.

Rain gives a hum of approval once Dew is fully naked and something in him twists. He hasn’t heard that familiar little sound all night and suddenly he feels like he’s starving for it. He wants more of Rain’s approval. Part of him is still apprehensive about the dress, but the other part doesn’t care now that Rain is finally looking at him like he’s worth something.

He’s still shaking slightly when he begins to put it on. It slides on easily, a little tight, but not uncomfortably so. He adjusts it around his chest until he’s sure it won’t just fall off. He turns back towards Rain, arms crossed over his chest. He keeps his eyes forward, he doesn’t want to risk catching a glimpse of himself in the vanity mirror. He’s scared of what might happen if he does.

“Happy?” He glares at Rain.

“Come here.” He holds a hand out.

Dew hesitates but doesn’t protest. He walks over to Rain, his typical perfect posture gone. He’s slightly hunched, arms still over his chest. Protective. He grabs Rain’s outstretched hand and is very roughly pulled to stand between his legs. He nearly falls over with the force of it, catching himself on Rain’s chest.

Rain smiles at him, eyes half-lidded. He brings his other hand up to cup Dew’s face, brushing his thumb over his cheekbone.

“You look beautiful.”

Dew’s heart stutters. It’s not the first time he’s heard him say it, but something about it in this context makes his head swim. But then he’s ripped from it with a sudden zap of pain. It takes him a moment to process what the fuck just happened. He brings his hand up to his cheek and he can feel the heat radiating off it and he quickly realizes. Rain slapped him. He blinks and shakes his head. He hadn’t even registered it until he felt the sting. His revelation must be clear as day because Rain laughs at him.

“Out of it already are we? Did you even hear me?”

Dew shakes his head, hand still running over the mark. He occasionally pushes down just to feel it burn.

“I said that was for wasting my time. Now you have to make it up to me baby.”

Dew doesn’t even have time to respond before he feels Rain’s hand grip the hair at the base of his skull. Rain knocks his knees against the back of Dew’s with enough force it makes his buckle. He hits the floor hard, unable to catch himself from the suddenness of it. When he goes down it causes Rain to pull on his hair and the noise that comes out of him is utterly pathetic. He stares up at Rain, chest rising and falling rapidly. Rain tugs again.

“Be a good girl and show me how sorry you are.”

All of the fight Dew had earlier is gone. Melted out of his ears with how fast Rain’s demeanor changed. He gives up, gives in. With shaking hands, he unzips Rain’s pants and pulls the waistband of his boxers down. His cock springs free, bobbing and slapping against his stomach. The only sign he’s even been affected by the night's events thus far. He’s already wet at the tip, beads of pre dripping onto the floor. He scoots ever so slightly to sit closer on the edge of the chair.

“Go on.” He shakes Dew’s head minutely, tugging his hair again.

Dew swallows hard, throat clicking before he darts his tongue out. He flicks it over the tip, chasing the dribbles of pre. Tasting just to taste. He wants to tease but he knows Rain won’t let him, not when he’s like this. Any other night Dew would push his luck, make the inevitable punishment worse, but he can’t. Not when Rain’s fried his brain with a mix of praise and degradation. He feels floaty.

Rain’s thighs flex under Dew’s palms, bringing him back to the ground. He scoots forward on already aching knees to wrap his lips around the tip of Rain’s cock. He suckles on it until another drop of pre hits his tongue. He drinks him down, savoring him. He doesn’t get long though before Rain begins to push his head down with the grip he has on his hair. Dew lets him, relaxing his jaw and throat so Rain can feed it to him. He doesn’t stop until Dew’s nose is nestled in the dark curls at the base of his cock. Drool dribbles out of the corner of his mouth. Rain wipes it off with his thumb and coos.

“There you go, knew you could be such a good girl for me.”

Dew moans and the vibration goes right through Rain’s dick, making him shudder.

“See I told you you wanted it. Just needed a little encouragement didn’t you baby?” Rain flexes his hips, shoving himself in that much further.

He starts to fuck his throat, slowly at first. Barely pulling out before pushing back in, more of a grind. He twists his fingers through individual strands of hair, twirling them around his fingers before pulling. Every tug sends a jolt down Dew’s spine. His hips twitch forward of their own accord, seeking any friction on his aching cock.

Rain is happy to oblige. Dew gasps, gagging on Rain’s dick when he feels the rough sole of his shoe press against him through the dress. He pulls off of him with a pop, looking up with big eyes as he sucks in air. Rain tsks and grips the underside of his jaw, applying pressure at the hinges.

“I try to give you a reward for being so good and you disappoint me. How sad.”

Dew tries to respond but all he gets out is a weak little sound before Rain pulls him in, shoving his cock all the way down his throat. He doesn’t start slow this time. He holds Dew’s head still while he thrusts into his mouth. Dew’s claws dig into the meat of Rain’s thighs, trying to focus on keeping himself relaxed and open. Obscene wet noises fill the otherwise quiet room. Rain can’t look away from the fucked out look on Dew’s face, eyes half-lidded and glassy. He applies just a touch more pressure with his foot. Dew jolts forward from the sensation, making the tip of his cock rut against the leather. He groans and Rain’s eyes flutter closed.

The little bit of friction is enough to clear his head, but nowhere near enough to actually get him off. He becomes acutely aware of the way the fabric of the dress clings around him, sticky and wet. Dew huffs a breath of air through his nose and swallows around Rain. He’s able to keep his reaction in check save for the way his hand tightens in Dew’s hair. He does it again, licking across the vein on the underside of his cock this time.

Before he knows what’s happening he’s being pulled off Rain. He forces him to look up at him. A mix of drool and pre makes his swollen lips shiny. The yellow blaze of his eyes is nearly consumed by black with how big his pupils are.

“Come here baby stand up,” Rain coos.

He gets up slowly, knees screaming as he does. He’s sure if he looks down he’ll see bruises already forming. The thought alone makes his stomach twist tighter. He goes easy as Rain pulls him into his lap. He wiggles his hips just a bit feeling his cock press against him. Rain’s hand holds his hips, fingers trailing dangerously close to the hem of the dress. Dew can feel the faintest prickle of claws against his skin.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, you know that?”

Dew nods with a hum.

“Words baby. I need to know you’re still with me.”

“Yes sir.”

“Come on you can do better than that.” Rain squeezes his ass.

Dew’s breath hitches. It takes him a moment to find his voice. “I have…I’ve been a good girl for you sir.”

Rain grins, fangs glinting. Predatory. “Do you know what good girls get?”

Dew shakes his head, not trusting his voice. Thankfully Rain allows it this time. He gasps when he feels Rain’s fingertip press against his asshole. He kisses across his gill scars before bringing his lips to Dew’s ear.

“Good girls get my cock.”

Rain traces around Dew’s rim before pushing it in. Dew fists his hand in Rain’s dress shirt, clinging to him while he slowly works that finger inside. He curls it, searching for the spot that will make Dew keen. It doesn’t take him long to find it, years of practice making it easy. Dew lets out a choked little moan, grinding his hips down to make it sink in farther.

Rain decides to take it further, pulling the first finger out until just the tip is inside. When he pushes back in, a second finger is added, stretching Dew more. He curls his fingers, thrusting them in and out and reveling in the wet sound it produces. He doesn’t drag it out though. He scissors his fingers, working Dew open as quick as he can stand. It's not much longer before he’s pulling out of him and wiping the slick that coats his hand on Dew’s thigh.

Rain hoists the material of the dress up to rest on Dew’s scrawny hips, exposing him. He lifts him just enough to brush the tip of his cock against his hole. Dew squirms in his grasp, trying and failing to sink down on him. Rain digs his claws in, a warning. By some miracle Dew listens, stilling his movements to let Rain guide him. He makes a pleased noise, sucking a mark in the space between his jaw and ear.

All at once he shoves Dew down onto his cock. He yelps at the suddenness of it, but Rain doesn’t give him time to adjust. He sets a brutal pace, thrusting up into him. The chair creaks with the force of it. Dew whines with each pass over his prostate, arms wrapped tight around Rain’s shoulders.

“That’s it, baby girl. Taking me so well.”

“Rain.” Dew gasps, rutting his hips against his stomach.

Rain huffs a laugh. “What is it? Need a hand on your pretty little clit?”

Dew clenches hard and it nearly makes Rain choke. He takes that as a yes, shoving his hand under the fabric of the dress. Dew bucks forward the moment Rain wraps his hand around his cock, giving him a firm squeeze. He twists his fist around his head, gathering slick. He strokes him quick and short, pulling reedy little moans from Dew.

It’s all so much so fast. He never really recovered from how Rain’s demeanor kept changing. The way he’s driving into him is such a sweet mix of pleasure and pain it makes him feel like he’s burning. The hand on his dick just adds a layer of sweetness to it all that makes his balls draw close to his body. The final nail in the coffin comes when Rain whispers into his ear.

“Look at you. Look how beautiful you are sweet thing.” He tugs his hair, making his head turn.

For the first time that evening, Dew sees himself. He makes eye contact with himself in the vanity mirror and it makes his brain short circuit. His hair is a mess. His cheeks are red, flushed, he can’t tell what’s blush and what’s from Rain smacking him. The dress is bunched up enough he can see Rain fucking into him. His eyes are half lidded and glassy. He looks fucked out, absolutely debauched. He catches Rain’s eye and it’s over for him. He cums without warning, gasping and spilling all over Rain’s knuckles.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl, so wet for me.” Rain strokes him through it, milking him until he squirms from overstimulation.

“Clean up your mess baby.” Rain doesn’t give him a moment to recover, bringing his hand up to Dew’s face.

He doesn’t hesitate. He lets his tongue unfurl, wrapping it around Rain’s fingers to suck his spend off. Rain watches his eyes roll to the back of his head when he tastes himself. Rain curses under his breath, hips slamming into him one more time. He cums with a low, drawn-out groan. He grinds against him, driving his release deep into him.

He pants heavily, head resting against Dew’s shoulder. He can feel Dew shaking and he presses kisses all over his exposed neck and collarbone. He rubs his hands up and down his back, muttering genuine praise between each press of lips.

“Thank you. Thank you so much for indulging for me Dew. You did so good for me, took it all so well.”

Dew whines, clinging harder to Rain. He runs his fingers through his hair, soothing the ache in his scalp. The feeling of claws gently scratching relaxes him, going limp in Rain’s hold. Dew nuzzles into his neck and breathes deep.

They stay like that for a long time, long enough that Rain goes soft and slips out of him. Neither of them wants to move. They should, Rain’s suit needs cleaned before it stains and Dew needs to get into something more comfortable. But they’re hesitant to break the hazy, warm spell. Eventually, though Rain sighs and presses another kiss just below his ear.

“Come on spark, we can’t sit here all night. Let’s get you clean.”

Dew hisses “Says who?”

“Says me,” Rain laughs. He stands, picks Dew up, and walks with him to the bathroom.

He takes care of him quickly, yet efficiently. He cleans him up with a warm, soft rag until he feels him sag. He rubs a soothing hand over his bruised knees the whole time. He gets Dew dressed in one of his hoodies and a pair of his boxers, kissing over his face when it pops through. He peels his suit off and dumps it into his laundry bin. He’s usually more conscious of his clothes, but he can’t find it in himself to care at the moment. Dew picks up the dress off the floor and hands it to him.

“Rora’s gonna kill us if it stains.”

Rain smiles at him. “Well, it’s a good thing Mist knew why I needed to borrow it.”

He wishes he could take a picture of the look on Dew’s face.

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daichiduskdrop · 2 years ago

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Chapter 16

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none for this chapter!

Words: 3959

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„...Babybun? Bunny, wake up...”

The alpha bended over your form, gently rubbing your soft cheeks. He giggled when you didn't move much at all, only stuffing yourself closer to the bedding spread all around you.

Taking a seat at the foot of the bed, Jungkook ran his palms over your covered shoulder, gently cooing when you didn't do much in reaction this time either.

You seemed very tired still, pulling on his heartstrings. It was already almost 7 by now though, and you might be late if you don't get up soon.

Everyone was already awake, and by the time Yoongi came down, they knew you might not have enough time to get ready if you don't get up right away.

And so, with the alpha taking a seat, a coffee mug in hand, the youngest shot up, already rushing up the stairs.

He wanted to be the special one who would wake you up today. The alpha was sure that you would have a great day if he was the one that you saw for the first time in the morning.

And so, with a bright bunny smile on, he uncovered the top duvet, showing how close you were holding the cashmere blanket they bought you. With the hoodie close to your face, he found you adorable.

Gently taking you into his arms, he pulled you to his chest, holding you close to himself. He wore a long black sweatshirt with small red letters that spelled GRFT.

Your eyes fluttered open, your cheeks rosy from sleep. Running his fingers through your hair gently, he softly hummed to himself, being mindful not to startle you in your sleepy state.

„Bunny, sweet baby, let's have breakfast now, okay?” He whispered to you, running his cheek over your head and gently swaying from side to side.

Sitting up, you rubbed at your eye, sighing out. Gently tutting at you, Jungkook pulled your fist from your face, instead intertwining your fingers and smiling at you softly.

„Don't do that bun...” nodding tiredly, he got up, only watching over you for a second. Opening up your walk-in closet, you didn't have that many clothes there yet - or at least it didn't seem like it since it was huge.

With Jimin and Taehyung, the three sorted through the many shopping bags yesterday, taking off any labels and hanging everything up carefully.

Looking back at you through the entrance, he wasn't sure what you would feel like wearing today. „Come here, soft bunny, what would you like to wear my baby?”

Turning your head to the alpha, you yawned, still too tired to really understand what he was saying.

„C...Can you choose for me, oppa?”

Feeling shivers run down his spine for a second, he hid behind the wall, feeling his cheeks warm up. Only calling out a simple yes, he started to look through the stuff the packmates had bought for you so far.

Choosing the pink coat that the other alphas mentioned how much you liked, he decided to build a simple outfit around it. Paying the most attention to you being warm the whole day, he knew that layers would do the best.

Alphas were naturally warmer in body temperature, around 39°C, making them just a bit more resistant to harsh colds.

It depended on what was the usual climate of their state, and so alphas that lived in warmer places had their temperatures colder thanks to the evolution.

Betas would sometimes have their bodies temperature also change during their pack alpha's ruts; it all came down to evolution too.

When the alphas weren't able to protect their pack well, betas would step in and do the job.

At such times, they had to be able to take full care of their packmates, the packhouse, and just everything. Betas wouldn't go through heats or ruts at all, but they still enjoyed mating, of course.

Omegas weren't equipped with anything like a different body temperature, being around the usual 37°C throughout the whole world.

He carried the few clothing items to you and held them up before you, your sleepy eyes watching him. With your white, loose pyjamas on, you looked ready to get back to bed.

„Would you like to wear the pink coat bunny? I found an outfit to go with it; look sweetheart.” He said, his eyes bright and doe-like, softly watching over you.

He felt his chest rumble, so satisfied knowing that you rested so well tonight in their packhouse with them.

They weren't sure if the sleep mist would even work, and they all realised the bad night rest might have been mostly because of the blizzard that happened, but still, the packmates were worried.

It was very important for the alphas to know that you slept well throughout the night, as hopefully, one day, you might be their omega.

If you got used to their packing house well, a lot of problems would disappear.

Sure, they could always move houses, for example, if you would struggle with the many noises coming from the cars and streets or if the house just wouldn't seem right to you.

They would, of course, go around every single available villa in Seoul with you right away if that happened.

It would be an bigger issue if you just wouldn't do well in Seoul at all.

BigHit was there and overall a lot of their work life too, and they did grow tired over the years of waking up early and going to sleep in the middle of the night.

The pack wasn't too sure if waking up to leave to go to the main city at 7 would be possible. Even then, they would do their best to help and change it for you.

Jungkook felt very happy that it might have helped at least a little bit.

Well, there wasn't any storm going on during the night, but still, with the new bedding and pyjamas and the sleep spray, you just seemed to have slept much better.

When Jin and Namjoon looked in to check how you were doing during the night and morning, you seemed to be resting very well.

And so, the packalpha only went over to check if everything was truly safe around the room, locking the window once again and doing the usual check through the bathroom and walk-in closet.

Namjoon patted your shoulder gently, leaving a bit of his scent on you before he left to go to sleep himself.

And when the eldest woke up and walked from his room in the morning, before going to start breakfast, he too stepped into your room, watching over you fondly, smiling, and leaving quietly, letting you sleep in.

You seemed much calmer tonight.

Showing you the pink coat, you nodded; you liked it a lot, and suddenly, you felt excited to wear it. Holding up a pair of loose-fitting cream trousers and a really comfortable-looking sweater with a low collar.

„Is this okay, sweet babybun?” Crouching before you, he held his palm over your knee, his thumb rubbing it gently.

Combing your hair out of your face, he let it stay behind your ears, smiling at you with his teeth showing.

„I like it, thank you.” Chuckling at you softly, he stood back up, handing you the clothes he chose and letting you go on and change in the bathroom.

Closing the doors behind yourself, you yawned again, placing the bundle of fabrics on the counter. By washing your face first, you felt yourself wake up more.

Taking off your pyjamas, you pulled on the pair of pants and a short-sleeved t-shirt you tucked in.

Shrugging on the sweater, you felt yourself warm up once again after being pulled from the warm sheets.

While brushing your hair gently, you noticed the few hair ties laying in a small cup container.

Taking a few out, you walked back out of the bathroom, the alpha looking up at you right away. Your bed was made by now, and the window curtains were pulled apart too. It was still dark outside, though, only making you more tired again.

„Hm? Do you want me to brush your hair for you, baby?” Ushering you over to the bed, he took a seat behind you, taking the brush from you.

Pulling all your hair back, he gently started to comb through it, starting at the ends. „Could you... maybe m-make it into braids?” You whispered softly, not sure if you could ask for stuff like this.

Hearing him coo at you softly, his fingers went through your hair. Resting his forehead against the back of your hair, his arms went around your sides, squeezing you into his warmth.

He wasn't so skilled with stuff like this; he knew that his fingers would just not be able to do something like this.

And you asked so nicely too, soft and timid; his heart fluttered knowing that you were brave enough to ask him for something you wanted.

„Aigoo... Sweetest bunny, I'm so sorry... I think I'm not good enough with hair for that baby. Here, let me take you to Jin or someone; they will for sure know how to do it.”

Feeling guilty, he brushed his cheek over your temples, letting his scent waft around you. Standing up with you, he took your palm in his, still holding the brush, while you took the few hair ties.

Walking downstairs with you, he let you walk first, watching closely to see if you would slip. You made your way to the kitchen; all of the alphas were there by now.

The first to notice you was Jimin, smiling gently at you. Walking closer to you and the youngest, he took a hold of your cheeks, chuckling at how tired you still looked.

„My princess! How did you sleep tonight? Come on, let's get some breakfast in your tummy, baby." He said, taking your hand in his and noticing the hair ties you held.

„Hm? What's with those?” The alpha said this, looking at his other packmate.

„Bunny wants to have braids today, but I don't know how to do those well." He mumbled, feeling a little ashamed. Rubbing his neck, he gave the hairbrush to the other alpha.

Giggling to himself, Jimin only shook his head at Jungkook, ushering you both to the table. Taking a seat back at his half-uneaten plate, the youngest dug back in.

Pulling your chair out for you, Hobi placed a brown wooden bowl before you, looking over you gently. You must have slept much better tonight.

Running his fingers through your soft locks, Yoongi also looked fondly over you. Whatever the packmates bought at the Omega Target store, it must have worked.

„What would you like to have pup?" The pack alpha asked, already standing up from his seat to prepare a plate for you.

Looking over the spread on the table, there were a few pots laying around. A big ceramic pot of porridge soup, a kimchi stew, soft, fluffy bread,three fried eggs still in a sizzling pan, and a big pot of still steamy rice

Pointing to the kimchi soup, you wanted to taste it again; it was very good last time. Pursing his lips at your choice, the packalpha realised that it wasn't the best thing for you at the moment.

„Babycub, I'm sorry, but this could be too spicy, especially in the morning... How about you eat a little bit after something else, hm? ...Yea?” Rubbing your cheek lightly, he smiled apologizedly.

Mumbling out an okay, you just pointed to the other stew, looking up at the pack alpha for approval. Smiling widely at you, he was quick to scoop up a portion for you.

Preparing a small bowl of rice for you in the meantime, Jin rubbed your back gently, letting his chin go over your head while he placed it next to you.

„What would you like to drink, babycheeks?” Taehying asked, looking at you from next to the counter. After thinking for a bit while you were handed a spoon and chopsticks, you weren't sure what you felt like having.

„I don't know...” You whispered, tasting the porridge. It was made from pumpkin and had a very warming and creamy taste.

„How about some jasmine tea kitten? Taehyung-ah made himself some this morning, and there should still be a bit left. It might be cool by now too, right, Tae?”

The alpha asked, looking over to his younger packmate. He nodded, knowing that the tea would be safe for you to have.

You liked tea much better than coffee, and you felt like a warm, slow morning was what you needed at the moment. Nodding virgously, you hadn't had a good-quality jasmine tea in a while.

Looking towards the other alpha, you whispered out a soft yes, please.

Making the second oldest lean over, gently patting your head and face. You were so nice, always saying please and thank you.

And so, at your request, the alpha did so right away, taking out a dark blue simple mug before he filled it up with the warm liquid.

Placing it before you, he also ran his fingers over your shoulder, stirring it around with a small spoon. Letting you eat calmly, he still had to get ready himself, even if he wasn't going to the company today.

And so, eventually, while you ate, most of the alphas went on to prepare before they had to leave in a few minutes. Few of them would stay at home today, and so they weren't rushing much.

Finishing up the soup, you handed the bowl to the packalpha, who smiled at you from his seat. He was used to waiting for everyone to finish their food, not wanting to let anyone eat on their own. Plus, he enjoyed sipping his coffee slowly.

Approving of the empty dish, he scooped up only a small bit of the kimchi stew that Jin still didn't take away. Thanking him, you ate it, the spice getting into you only by the end.

You felt full, standing up to take the bowl away, the oldest turned to you right away to take it from you. „Come here, let me do those braids for you, baby cub." He said, drying his hands.

Leading you back to the kitchen table, you took a seat again while the alpha took the hair comb from the table, gently going through your locks.

Being quick to look up some sort of tutorial on his phone, he placed it on the table, only looking over it from time to time since it was a photo one.

And so, while you were being pampered by the alpha, rather than actually doing the hairstyle, he sneakily ran his fingers through your hair, his scent locking in deeper that way, you sipped at your tea, your knees pulled close to your chest.

„What is your schedule today, pup?” Namjoon asked, looking at you with gentle eyes. He wouldn't get to stay at home today, sadly, having to go talk to some more managers about the new pack situation they were in.

Eventually, they would have to bring you to BigHit to sign some sort of NDA, but they still have to go over all the details. Yoongi would come with him today, the alpha always being able to see through people's bullshit.

He would be able to make sure no mistakes were made, hopefully.

„I have a shorter day today; we only have the portfolio development lessons once every two weeks, so I should end already before lunch break... I mean, I c-can stay to eat my lunch there, but I'm not su-sure because then Jin Oppa has to prepare it and-”

You rambled on, your voice growing more anxious. A warm hand took hold of yours, Yoongi watching over you warmly.

„It's okay, kitten, don't worry. Someone will come get you whenever you are ready to go, my kitty.” He said, trying to calm you down.

Tying up the last braid, Jin bent before you, pulling out a few of your baby hairs, making sure nothing was too tight and uncomfortable. Smiling softly at you, he stood up, satisfied with his work.

„It's all okay, my baby cub. You don't have to worry about a thing, hm? Alpha's will take care of everything.” He said, his knuckles gently rubbing your cheek.

Nodding shyly, you mumbled out a soft thank you.

„Would you like to go out with a few of us today then? When everyone is free. And if you'll feel up to it, of course. What do you say, baby peaches?” The alpha asked.

Nodding, you would love to do so. You weren't so sure what you would do with them, but it didn't matter too much to you; you were more than sure that the packmates would take good care of you.

Smiling even wider, he patted your hair gently, soothing any nerves you might feel. He would stay back today too, and since Jin also woke up early today to help with everything, he was more than ready to get back to bed.

„Okay pup. Alphas will think of something later on, hm?” Namjoon said, standing up to start packing all the stuff he might need for today. He would have to bring in all of the legal pack's mandatory documents too.

And so, you soon followed too; after finishing up your tea, you went upstairs to brush your teeth well. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you really liked how your hair looked. You weren't too clever with your hair, so it was new but quite lovely.

Realising that you didn't take your backpack back from Yoongi's studio yesterday, you sighed, taking your phone from the charger before you rushed back downstairs.

A few of the alphas were sitting on the couch, watching something on TV. You didn't have time to listen in; it would soon be 7:30, and you would have to go to be on time.

Looking for the alpha, he was already standing by the countertop, helping Jin finish packing up the dosirak case. It was an older dish, still from the time Jungkook would take it when he went to high school. It hadn't been used in a while, but the eldest was glad they still had it.

„Oppa? Do you have my bag?” You asked, feeling a bit of stress come over you. Turning to you right away, Yoongi gently chuckled at you, showing you your backpack that Jin just stuffed up with the lunchbox.

Zipping it up for you, he took it himself, ruffling up your hair. „Alpha got it; don't you worry, sweet kitten. Come to the car soon, okay?” He said, already walking to the entrance while calling out a few goodbyes.

And so, the eldest walked to you right away, pulling you between his arms and letting you rest against his wide shoulders. Sighing out gently, he wanted to keep you close for much longer but knew that it wasn't possible.

„Peaches, take care of yourself, okay? Just message alphas if anything happens, okay? We are always here, my cub. We got you.”

Letting his hands run over your lower back, he held you to his chest for a few more seconds, your scent rubbing off on him a bit.

Stepping back, he let his knuckles gently run over your soft cheeks. Smiling gently, the alpha ushered you towards the couch, where the three maknaes sat, playing a game.

Turning to you right away, Jimin shot up immediately, realising that you would be leaving soon. Pulling you to himself, he let himself fall back, giggling loudly at your whines.

Sitting up, he held you on his lap, resting his head over your shoulder and smiling at you. With his cheek rubbing against yours, he softly swayed you from side to side, cradling you close while the alpha scented you sneakily.

„My princess, no! Don't go, baby... Stay here with alphas for today, cutie..." He murmured, giggling through his words.

„Yea, babycheeks, stay with us today; school doesn't matter too much anyways, and—"

„Taehyung-ah, stop that right now. You know 'mega's studies are important.”

The pack alpha proclaimed loudly, a side bag over his shoulder, his eyes strict and sharp on his packmate. He was most definitely not having a discussion over this right now.

Whining out, the younger man threw his head back, whining while sneaking his warm hands around you, pulling you close to himself too.

„Babybun, be careful today, okay? Text us through the day, yeah? We will get worried, bunbun!” The youngest also whined out, turning to you from sitting on the ground, his fingers squeezing you while sharing soft eye contact.

He couldn't hold in his own giggles either.

„Yeah, princess, pay lots and lots of attention today. Make sure you stay warm, sweetheart.” He mumbled, rubbing his chin over your neck.

Walking over, the other rapper also rushed in to say his goodbyes, laughing loudly at how you were currently held captive by the youngest.

Prying their hands off of you, he cooed loudly while picking you up, letting you wrap your arms around his neck while he held you up with his arms.

Swaying you softly, he smiled at you gently. „Have a great day, bub, hm? Message alphas if anything goes wrong, okay, sunshine? We will solve all problems for you.” He giggled out, your own smile appearing.

Setting you back down after a few seconds, he rubbed his face over yours softly, letting his and your scents exchange. The maknaes rushed to get up too, clearly not satisfied with how their scent didn't stick that much to you.

Laughing loudly at them, Hobi pulled you away quickly, rushing you to the entrance doors and holding the other men away.

Helping you put on your shoes and coat, Namjoon made sure that the pink coat was tied properly while the other four argued, not meaning it too much.

„Okay, babypup, let's go now.” He said, his dimples showing at how you turned to say a soft goodbye, having a mingle of sweet nicknames and byes come back to you.

Pulling you by your palm, he shut the doors after you both. Walking first, the packalpha led you to the started car, the vehicle rumbling.

Opening up the Hyundai's doors for you, the alpha helped you click the seatbelt, tugging on it before he too took a seat next to Yoongi.

Turning the heater on the high setting, the other alpha made sure that the car was comfortable before you got in.

Shutting the doors well, he started to drive slowly towards the main road, the snow crunching under the tires. It hasn't been snowing since yesterday, but it might start later.

And so soon the car arrived. The drive was mostly quiet, with only soft music playing in the background. Using the parking pass, Yoongi stopped the car without parking.

Climbing slowly out, you weren't feeling like going to school at all today.

Hugging you gently, the alpha ran his palms over your sides, holding your face up to look into his eyes. Softening up his gaze right away, he cooed softly at you, holding your face to his neck right away at your gaze.

„Awh baby kitty no... It's okay. Don't be sad, kitten; alphas aren't going far, hm? You can always call if you need anything, my sweetheart.” He tried to calm you down, noticing that you were a bit off this morning.

Bopping your nose gently, he smiled, trying to pick up your mood. When it didn't work, he rubbed his chin over the top of your head, being mindful not to mess up the hairstyle.

„Come here, pup, let Alpha hold you for a minute. Don't be upset, sweetie... I know, I know...” Taking you into his arms, Namjoon was quick to rub his cheek over your head too, letting you rest your head against the crook of his neck.

„It's okay; don't you worry about a thing. Alpha got you 'mega...”

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PWP Recs

Sometimes you just want to get to the point. Twenty-four recs under the cut - comment and kudos if you like them!

Spell Slut by First_Mate (10627, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: fisting :)

Series of one-shots: Essek takes his due payments from Caleb for the favours he did for the Might Nein and uses the opportunity to run some experiments.

Reccer says: If you like your Essek woobification-free, and especially if you like possessek (possessive Essek), this is a real treat!

Caught In Your Undertow by MoonwalkingCrab (13647, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Set in a vague alternate timeline after episode 107, Caleb is lost in his thoughts on a quiet evening when Essek comes to visit.

Reccer says: Is there anything better than porn with feelings? Because it is very porn and there are many feelings.

A Favor In Kind by literalfuckinggarbage (4208, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Yussa spends an evening in Widogast's Nascent Nein Sided Tower alongside Essek, and they discuss with Caleb the repayment of favors.

Reccer says: Caleb deserves to get got by two powerful elven mages at one time! Representation of a trans man who’s had the full package done

Somewhere Only We Know by DotyTakeThisDown (3803, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb and Essek, now married, meet in a demiplane created just for them.

Reccer says: It’s sweet, hot, and optimistic, just lovely really!

a hearth to your hold by renquise (5538, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek had been gone a while. The two are happy to be reunited and have sex about it.

Reccer says: It has so many feelings packed in to wonderful porn! So tender! and A+ use of mage hand, of course

put your sweet lips on my lips by LadyOrpheus (15750, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Omegaverse

Heat fic without the alpha/omega aspect, just good old drow biology

Reccer says: Very interesting take on heat fic. Also extremely sexy.

where's the point in hurrying (when waiting feels so great) by mllekurtz (4438, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

"You weren’t paying attention." That was Essek’s justification, delivered in a perfectly even and reasonable tone, when he entered Caleb’s study for the second time that evening, wearing nothing but jewellery.

Reccer says: Love love love their whole dynamic! They feel so in character and are very sexy about it.

warm inside (with) you by flammablehat (2023, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent

Essek is sleepy. Caleb is horny

Reccer says: Both soft and sexy! Its obvious they care for eachother and sleepy sex is a fav of mine.

a question of luck by renquise (4847, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

After a night out, Caleb is desperate to express just how much he's attracted to Essek

Reccer says: Another sexy one! Love how pieces of their relationship are shown, along with their care for eachother.

Genre Studies by AnaliseGrey (3959, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

“I suppose you're going to tell me this isn't what it looks like?” “Nein, it is exactly what it looks like.” and what it looks like is tentacles.

Reccer says: Love Caleb being 100% down to explore Essek's kinks!

The Climax by Checkhov (4640, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

After their climb up an anti-magic tower and their endless teasing, the wizards decide to take a long rest in the stairwell. Essek endeavours to make this a peaceful night and fails spectacularly.

Reccer says: I couldn’t have asked for a better endcap for this series! From mutual pining to mutual masturbation, chef’s kiss

Mitosis by queenbeetle (4325, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

Similacrum enables many Calebs to play with a single Essek

Reccer says: Scorching hot! Overwhelmed Essek is always wonderful.

Struggle by measuringtheabyss (2880, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek ties Caleb up, edges him, then forces him to come three times in rapid succession until he's screaming and crying. Caleb has a *great* time.

Reccer says: Short and sweet. If you're a fan of forced orgasms and/or overstimulation, then this fic is for you.

shrimp vision by Nevenne (3202, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

In earlier editions of D&D, instead of darkvision, drow had infrared vision, meaning they could see heat. This is about what might happen between Caleb and Essek if the latter could see the former’s, um, warm spots.

Reccer says: Xenobiology, Caleb is a horny little shit, Essek is very done, and Caleb bottoms. What more could you ask for?

i’m the powder, you’re the fuse (just add some friction) by bloodredribbon (7747, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek is prim and proper and neat as a pin. Caleb is a messy gremlin and a brat, and it’s kinda turning Essek on.

Reccer says: I love it when Bratleb fucks around and finds out! Frankly, so do Caleb and Essek both. Excellent magical bondage and brat taming here.

something beautiful, a contradiction by bloodredribbon (2514, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb is really into Essek's makeup.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Caleb Kind Of Fucks Up by im_sorry_dont_judge_me (9213, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb misses Essek. Essek calls and has terrible (or maybe great) timing.

Reccer says: I really love accidental voyeurism PWP and this has got to be my favorite of the trope!

Artificer Devices from Late-Period Aeor: An Experimental Interpretation from Arcane Reconstruction to Functionality (E. Thelyss, C. Widogast) by renquise (5858, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb replicates an Aeorian fuch-machine for Essek

Reccer says: Super hot, and their care for each other is obvious.

Sweet Desecration by witches_chant (3061, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek ties Caleb up and challenges him to be good to get his reward.

Reccer says: It's so well written, it feels poetic.

open up the deepness (Essek on the beach) by lakrisrot (10599, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek enjoys a bunch of beach days and gets very horny about it.

Reccer says: This is one of my absolute favorites, it's so beautifully written, the characterization is on point and it's a lot of fun - even on the 10th re-read.

for you it could be anything by nox_nocturnal (1614, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb is too attracted to his partner for them to even make it out of the kitchen

Reccer says: They're so in love! The characterization is wonderful, as is the sex

Soup Powered Fuck Machine by VexedVixen (4388, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb makes Essek his favorite soup. Essek rewards him.

Reccer says: Dirty talk and praise kink, yes please! Does the meme justice lol

Hold Fast by Anonymous (3059, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Bondage, Spanking

Caleb endures the best, worst predicament bondage, while trying to be quiet.

Reccer says: The word "hot" doesn't do this fic justice but it is indeed smoking hot.

i still worship the flame by dreadelion (4820, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek experiments with shibari on caleb.

Reccer says: Wonderful fic inspired by wonderful art.

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with Lifespan Angst Solutions!

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