#fallon's fics

[forest-hashira]

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wc: 896 | cw: just fluff, first kisses, a little bit of whiny gojo

Dating Gojo Satoru was a rush. He could have anyone he wanted, and countless people clamored for his attention practically every second he was in public. But he’d chosen you, had pursued you, made sure there was no doubt in your mind that you were the one he wanted.

“Just gimme a chance,” he’d nearly pleaded. “Three dates, that’s all I’m asking. If you really don’t wanna do this after that, I won’t push it anymore. I promise.”

And so you’d agreed. The beaming smile he’d given you was more than worth it. Leading up to your first date, though, you were a little uneasy. Not because you didn’t want to go – nothing could’ve been further from the truth, in fact – but because you were sure he’d regret asking you out after just one date; would he realize you weren’t who he thought you were? Would he think you were boring and grow tired of you? Would you do or say something stupid and make a complete fool of yourself in front of him?

All of those worries wound up being pointless, of course. The date was perfect. You laughed together all throughout dinner at the izakaya Satoru had said he wanted to try, and more than once you caught him watching you over his sunglasses with a look that bordered on adoration in those startlingly blue eyes; it made your cheeks burn every time. He insisted on walking you home, wanting to make sure you arrived safely because, “Can’t have anything happening to you before our next date, can we?”

The second date was just as lovely. He took you to an ice cream shop that had some of the strangest flavors you'd ever heard of – things like sweet corn, ginger, pear and blue cheese, wasabi, vanilla and sriracha, even salted butter – alongside flavors you were used to seeing, like chocolate, matcha, and sweet red bean. Somehow you managed to convince him to get the goat cheese and cherry flavor, and you got the chocolate caramel swirl. After one bite of his own he practically begged you to switch with him, and it didn’t take you long to cave. When you tasted the ice cream after swapping cones, Satoru made a face when you said you liked the flavor. “Cheese and ice cream should not mix,” he insisted; you just laughed and took another big bite.

Your third date was a konbini run and then a movie. Satoru focused on finding candies you guys could smuggle into the theater, while you grabbed a few onigiri – You have to eat some real food before you load up on sugar, ‘Toru – to eat on the walk to the theater. Honestly, you weren’t even completely sure what movie you were seeing; it was some action movie you’d heard Satoru gushing with Yuji about a few days before, so when he suggested it, you obviously said yes. It turned out to be more entertaining than you expected, even though you realized after you arrived that it was the third in a franchise; it had you a little confused on a few of the plot points, but the fight scenes were well choreographed, and Satoru’s excitement more than made up for your lack of understanding.

When the movie ended, Satoru pulled out his phone to call Ijichi to give you both a ride, but you made him put it away.

“It’s his day off, and it actually feels alright outside,” you said. “Let’s walk for a bit.”

Eager to spend more time with you, he agreed, and the two of you began to make your way down the sidewalk, roughly in the direction of your apartment. He didn’t hold your hand, but you felt his fingers brush your own with every step, which was almost as nice. 

Just a few minutes later, practically without warning, it started pouring down rain; it had been impossible not to notice the clouds in the sky, but they hadn’t seemed all that threatening. Within just a few seconds, you were soaked to the skin, but rather than getting frustrated, you just laughed.

Satoru looked down at you when you laughed, confused. He was still dry, his infinity protecting him from the downpour, though thankfully nobody else was paying enough attention to notice, too focused on racing indoors to get out of the rain. 

You took his hand, tugging lightly in hopes that he’d drop his infinity. “Dance with me!”

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, arching a brow behind his sunglasses.

“We’re already out here. Might as well have some fun,” you shrugged, still smiling. 

He was silent for a moment, then laughed, dropping his infinity and letting the rain soak him, too. The two of you laughed and danced down the sidewalk for a bit, splashing in puddles and catching each other before you could slip and get hurt. Eventually, the two of you found an awning to duck under, a little breathless but still grinning.

“So,” he started, giving your hand a nervous squeeze. “Is this our last date?”

You couldn’t help it; you let out a soft huff, rolling your eyes. “You dumbass,” you sighed, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down into a kiss. “What do you think?”

Satoru gave you the biggest, dumbest grin you’d ever seen. “I think we’re going to dinner next week, angel.”

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A Weight of Contemplation: Reading The Great Divorce

It’s hard to know where to start with a book that quietly upends you. C.S. Lewis’s The Great Divorce isn’t loud. It isn’t long. But it is unforgettable.

I read it. And I haven’t stopped thinking about it.

Because what Lewis does in this short, strange story—with its grey towns and glowing spirits and stiff, stubborn ghosts—isn’t just fiction. It’s a mirror. A heavy one.

And in it, I saw myself.

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The Ghosts We Are

Each character in The Great Divorce arrives from the Grey Town—a place that feels like Hell, or maybe just the outer edge of it. They come on a bus, not to Heaven exactly, but to its borderlands. There, they are met by spirits who plead with them to stay. To walk further in. To let go.

But most don’t.

They cling to what they know. Their ideas. Their grief. Their pride. Their identity.

One ghost would rather philosophize about God than meet Him.

One mother can’t choose Heaven if it means letting go of her son.

One artist refuses eternity if it means not being celebrated for his art.

And what shakes me—truly chills me—is that they don’t choose Hell. Not really.

They just can’t let go of what they think they need.

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The Mirror of Our Desires

When I put the book down, I sat in stillness. The kind that hurts. The kind that asks:

• What am I clinging to?

• What grief have I wrapped around my identity?

• What idea of myself, or my work, or my need to be understood—am I unwilling to lay down?

Lewis doesn’t write with condemnation. He writes with clarity. With ache. With the weight of knowing how we humans trick ourselves into missing God.

We fill our minds with noble conversations.

We ache with loss and call it love.

We carry our reputations, our intellect, our fantasies like armor.

But Heaven asks for surrender.

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What If It’s Not About Being Good Enough?

That’s what stuck with me most. No one was asked to be better. To earn it. To prove themselves.

They were just asked to step into light.

And light… is painful. Especially when you’ve lived so long in shadow.

But it’s also healing.

It’s also home.

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For Us, the Living

The Great Divorce isn’t a threat. It’s an invitation.

To loosen our grip on lesser things.

To unhook our identity from our pain, our performance, our persona.

To see that what God offers is not just salvation, but Himself.

Not fantasy. Not applause. Not safety.

But God.

And when that is enough—everything else changes.

Our walk. Our ache. Our joy.

Because once you see what you almost missed…

You don’t want to miss Him again.

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C.S. Lewis’s The Great Divorce should be a sort of regular performance review or a spiritual check-up—periodically read as a reminder of where our affections truly lie. And if by chance we find ourselves loving golfing, dancing, writing, speaking, grieving, drinking, pitying, thinking more than we want Heaven…

Then Heaven help us.

Lord have mercy on us.

Lead us home, Lord.

Lead us Home.

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A Meditation for the Journey

Let these Scriptures speak softly to your soul today:

• “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”  — Matthew 6:21

• “Let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles… fixing our eyes on Jesus…”  — Hebrews 12:1-2

• “I consider everything a loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord…”  — Philippians 3:8

• “Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you.”  — Psalm 73:25-26

Source: A Weight of Contemplation: Reading The Great Divorce

[kingnlionhearts]

taryn baratheon variants

thank you @houseofamidala and @madeofstaardust for helping me <3

elia valarys (oc), padmé amidala, fallon uttara (oc), ariel, cinderella, aurora, meg march, amy march, jane bennet

[xoxorealitygalore]

When a Man Loves a Woman

Cody Rhodes x Black OC

Summary: Cody shares heartfelt praise for wife Charm and surprises fans with baby news on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon.

When a man loves a woman

Can't keep his mind on nothin' else

He'd trade the world

For the good thing he's found

On a brisk evening in New York City, under the bright lights of The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, the audience sat in eager anticipation as the familiar upbeat music signaled the start of the late-night talk show. The charismatic host, Jimmy Fallon, was already seated behind his desk, wearing his signature grin as the applause echoed throughout the studio.

Tonight, there was an exciting buzz in the air. The guest making his way to the stage was none other than Cody Rhodes—wrestler, actor, television personality, co-founder, and former executive vice president of All Elite Wrestling (AEW). But it wasn't just his success in the ring that had the audience intrigued. Cody, with his sharp jawline and captivating smile, had been recently known not only for his athleticism but for his deeply sincere and romantic side. And tonight, that side was going to shine brightly.

As the lights dimmed and the cheers grew louder, Cody stepped onto the stage with his characteristic confidence, but there was something different about him tonight. He walked with a certain warmth in his demeanor, his eyes scanning the audience, and his smile more reflective than usual. It was clear that Cody was not just there to talk about his career or the latest wrestling events but to share something far more personal.

"Alright, alright, settle down, settle down, everyone. Cody Rhodes is in the house!" Jimmy said, raising his arms in playful mock enthusiasm. He extended a hand to Cody, who shook it firmly but with a touch of humbleness that was characteristic of him.

"Good to see you, man," Jimmy continued as they both sat down. "I have to say, I’m super excited to have you here tonight. I’ve been following your journey for a long time now—on the wrestling front, of course, but also with everything that’s been happening off-screen. You've got quite the life going on."

Cody chuckled, nodding slightly. "It’s been a wild ride, Jimmy, I’ll tell you that."

The conversation shifted naturally to Cody’s success in his return to WWE in March 2022. But despite the success and accolades that surrounded him, one thing was clear as the interview continued—Cody’s heart was not just with his work in the ring, but with a person who, in his eyes, was everything to him.

Jimmy, with his signature inquisitive nature, couldn't help but notice the way Cody’s gaze softened whenever he mentioned his wife, Charm Rhodes. It was almost as though there was a shift in the atmosphere when the topic came up. And, naturally, Jimmy was quick to pick up on this.

"So, Cody," Jimmy began, with a mischievous grin, "I have to ask—everyone knows you're a pretty tough guy in the ring, but how did you manage to land someone as... well, as amazing as Charm Rhodes? I mean, come on, the woman is an actress, a singer, a television personality, and did I mention she's also a former chief brand officer and executive vice president of AEW? That’s a lot of incredible things. How’d you do it?"

Cody’s eyes lit up at the mention of his wife. He paused for a moment, his expression shifting to one of profound affection. The smile that spread across his face wasn’t just the typical grin of a proud husband—it was something far more intimate, an expression that only someone who deeply loves another could wear.

"Man," Cody began, his voice taking on a tone of awe. "It’s beyond my comprehension that a schmuck like me got this damn lucky in life." His hands instinctively gestured as if trying to express just how miraculous it felt. "I’ve been with Charm for 18 years and married to her for 17, and, honestly, with each passing day, she becomes more insanely beautiful in every way. It just doesn’t stop. I’m obsessed with every ounce of this woman’s being. I mean, it’s everything, Jimmy. Her presence... it’s just otherworldly."

The audience, who had been quietly listening, now began to murmur with appreciation. It was clear from Cody’s words, and the palpable emotion behind them, that this wasn’t just a surface-level compliment. He wasn’t just talking about his wife in passing; he was pouring out his admiration, his gratitude, and his love for the woman who had been by his side for nearly two decades.

Cody’s voice grew softer, and his eyes seemed to search for the right words. "She’s the whole package, Jimmy," he continued, his tone rich with sincerity. "And she’s so much more. She’s not just an incredible wife, but she’s an amazing mother to our kids. Her loyalty, her devotion to me and our children... it’s something most people only dream of having. I’m still bewildered that I get to wake up next to her every single day."

The audience, sensing the depth of Cody's admiration, was quiet, captivated by the genuine emotion flowing from him. Jimmy leaned in, clearly moved by the moment.

"Wow," Jimmy said, his voice full of admiration. "That’s beautiful, man. You’re head over heels for her. But I have to ask—what does she think of all this? I mean, you’re laying it on pretty thick."

Cody laughed, a deep, hearty laugh that rang out through the studio. "Oh, believe me, Jimmy," he said, shaking his head with a playful grin. "She thinks I’m making it up most of the time. She’s so modest, so humble, that she truly doesn’t see what I do and always have." He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing as if he were reminiscing about something very particular. "It’s hard to get her to understand just how incredible she is because she just doesn’t see it. And that, in itself, is what makes her even more amazing."

At that, the audience laughed along, charmed by the way Cody spoke about his wife, almost as though he were still in disbelief at how lucky he had gotten in life. It was clear that, despite all of his achievements and recognition, it was Charm who had captured his heart, who had anchored him through it all.

As the conversation continued, the tone shifted a bit, and Jimmy, ever the skilled interviewer, steered the dialogue toward the future. "So, Cody," Jimmy asked, a grin creeping across his face, "with everything you’ve got going on, are you thinking about expanding the family anytime soon?"

Cody’s eyes widened slightly, as though the question took him by surprise. He hesitated for a moment, and a faint blush spread across his face. Then, as if realizing he was already far enough along in the conversation to make such a revelation, he spoke again—this time in a quieter voice, his words laced with gentle excitement.

"Well," Cody began, a small smile playing on his lips. "Funny you should ask, Jimmy." He leaned forward slightly, looking directly at the host with a grin that seemed to convey both pride and excitement. "I... uh, I guess it’s about time I let everyone know." He glanced down, almost as if checking himself before making the next admission. "We’re expecting our third child."

The room fell into a brief, stunned silence before erupting into applause. Jimmy’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected announcement.

"Wait a minute," Jimmy said, his voice full of mock disbelief. "You’re telling me that Charm is pregnant? With your third child?"

Cody nodded, a genuine, glowing smile now stretched across his face. "Yeah," he confirmed, his voice thick with emotion. "We’re beyond excited. It’s a huge blessing, and honestly, it’s just... it’s overwhelming in the best possible way."

The audience, sensing the significance of the moment, broke into cheers, applauding the news of the Rhodes family’s newest addition. Jimmy, ever the playful host, was quick to make a joke.

"Well, it looks like you two are going to have your hands full soon," he said, laughing. "But with a love like that, Cody, I have no doubt the kid’s going to be a star."

Cody chuckled, nodding in agreement. "That’s the plan," he said with a wink. "We’re just hoping the baby takes after Charm more than me."

As the conversation continued, it was clear that the bond between Cody and Charm was something special—something that transcended not only their public personas but also their individual successes. Cody’s love for his wife, his reverence for her strength and beauty, and his gratitude for their life together painted a picture of a relationship built on mutual respect, admiration, and deep, unshakeable love.

The interview closed with Jimmy sending his well-wishes to the Rhodes family, and Cody smiling broadly as he thanked the host. As the show wrapped up, the lights dimmed, and the audience left the studio buzzing not only about the latest wrestling news but about the very real, very tender love story unfolding in front of their eyes—a story of two people who, despite their fame and success, were truly living their dream.

charmrhodes and americannightmarecody

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charmrhodes Well, well, well… we’ve been keeping a little secret for a while, but today’s the day we finally get to share it with all of you! Cody and I are beyond thrilled to announce that we’re expecting a baby! Cherish and Carter are already so excited to welcome our little one into the family. Here’s to new beginnings, sleepless nights, and all the joy that comes with the most wonderful surprise life can offer. Thank you all for your love and support — we can’t wait for Baby C to arrive! Stay tuned… our little bundle of joy is coming soon!

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[samijey]

Tiffany Stratton and Fallon Henley (NXT 09/01/2024)

[elles-home]

for absolutely no reason other than the fact i dont want to study for a final i have tomorrow, i started writing a modern au acesan where ace is a late night tv host and sanji is a celebrity cook making an appearance

[beatingheartofathena]

Who knew that four twinks from Michigan would ruin my life by simply existing

[oceaneyesinla]

rooting around my piles of WIPs seeing which one sparks joy

[splendidsupernova]

THE 100 OCS — FROM THE CONFLATE SERIES AND FIREHEART

Ares is infamous for a crime he didn't commit.

Caleb wants to prove to everyone that he has changed.

Fallon is hell-bent on staying true to herself even as the world tries to make her hateful.

Kiernan had deemed the prison sentence was worth protecting his friend, and he doesn't regret a thing.

Valerie is learning the hard way that everything comes with a sacrifice.

template, inspo

[sunthroughtherust]

i need to get more barbie animated movie mutuals so i can discuss my fallon x siren!merliah fic idea where people are mysteriously dying during a surf competition which coincides with the emergence of a strange girl and fallon mostly accidentally gets involved through hadley until she develops a huge crush on the beautiful weird girl who never ventures far from the beach

[universe-of-heart]

Two Proposals of a Different Kind

A Rewritten History of Fire and Blood Ocs in fic

Author's note: This chapter doesn't follow any specific episode, it is the aftermath of the tourney AND what happens after Rhaenyra is named as heir. We have a new face, returning from the tourney :) another one of @dreaming-of-illusory-flowers's wonderful ocs they allow me to have in my head rent-free. Truly appreciate it, love <3

Word count: 7 words off from 4.3k

Warnings: Arranged marriage? Forced betrothal?? But don't worry it's cool. Hopefully not an ooc Harwin

Within the walls of Casterly Rock, thrown back into the day-to-day of a lady of a great house, Fallon was miserable. Her mother had set to work reminding her at any chance how disappointed she’d been in her actions during the Heir’s Tournament; she’d unseated the prince! It was unbefitting of her station to behave that way, especially at her age where she should be more concerned about finding a husband than disgracing her house in such a way.

Despite the fact that she had won the tournament and, if she had been a man, it would have been a high honor.

The moment she could slip away from her mother, she was in the training yard, sword in hand, hacking away at some poor straw dummy as any guards around her watched with apprehension. Fallon with a sword was dangerous; Fallon furious with a sword was deadly.

Her eldest brother watched her from a fair distance, worrying the edge of the parchment in his hands between his fingers. Whenever she was in a mood like that, it was usually best to let her burn it away with hours of violence against things that didn’t bleed, however with news like their mother had given him, it was best to get it over with quickly. He’d half hoped she would notice him before he was forced to interrupt, just to give him an entrance to even begin to explain the entire letter. Hopefully with her sword on the ground instead of in her hand.

“I believe it’s dead, sister.”

Her sword stuck in the neck of the dummy, her leathers creaking against each ragged breath she took. Fallon simply shot her brother a glare from the corner of her eye, drawing the blade of the weapon to her side to sheath it.

“What do you want?” She snapped, trying to unstick her hair from her skin.

Jason warily extended his hand with the rolled parchment out to her, the wax seal broken but the colors visible all the same; three rivers of color on white. “Mother sent out a letter on your behalf to House Strong. They replied.”

Her face twisted in confusion as she unrolled the letter, eyes flickering over each word until they became stuck on a specific one. Her brother watched as her eyes nearly burst from her skull, mouth hanging open in shock.

“Betrothed?!” She squawked, rapidly scanning the entire letter over again. 

“I suppose you didn’t know about her original letter.”

Fallon felt like tearing up the letter in her hands. If it were in shreds, there would be no actual evidence that the betrothal had ever been confirmed, she would have an excuse if any lords of House Strong paid her a visit to see why she hadn’t made a journey to Harrenhal to wed one of the sons. She didn’t even know which son she was betrothed to, not that she would be able to tell by name who it was. Though, perhaps tearing up the letter wasn’t the best course of action.

Maybe shoving it in her brother’s mouth would make her feel better.

The parchment crinkled in her hand as she balled it into a fist, giving her eldest brother the most forced, fake smile she was sure she’d ever made. “It appears that I must speak to Mother.”

“I would put the sword away, you know how much of a fright it gives her seeing you armed.”

She rolled her eyes, quickly undoing the belt that held the sword to her waist before nearly throwing it at him. 

“Is it too soon to say congratulations, Fal?”

His sister merely responded with an obscene hand gesture as she stormed away, leaving her brother amused in the training yard.

The door to Ceira’s study swung open, connecting with the wall behind it as her daughter stormed through it. A guard dared to enter after only to close the door before she could slam it closed, her mother never looking up from her parchment as she dipped her quill in ink again. 

“I expected you sooner, my love.”

“You betrothed me?!”

“‘Tis what is expected of a lady of your standing at your age.” Her mother sighed, leaning back in her chair. “I put it off as long as I was able, truly.”

Fallon was fuming, face a bright enough red to nearly rival the tapestries of golden lions on the walls. “You sold me off like a broodmare!”

“I would hardly compare you to a broodmare, darling. Any house would be lucky to marry into ours.”

She stomped up to the desk, slamming the letter onto the wood with enough force to shake the entire thing, the jar of ink spilling over the side at the movement. “I refuse to marry.”

Ceira sighed again, rubbing at her temple. “You cannot refuse, you are lucky they even agreed to the betrothal after your spectacle against Prince Daemon at the tournament.”

“A spectacle he started! If it had been Jason or Tyland, you would’ve been proud-”

“If it had been Jason or Tyland, none of it would have happened!” 

Her mother finally stood, holding her stare across the desk. It was such a simple action, one that held so much weight Fallon found herself stepping back with wide eyes.

“You are too young to understand just what position you have seated me in, Fallon,” her mother continued, grabbing hold of the letter and shaking it. “The amount of letters I have received that claim I have three sons instead of a daughter, that have rebuked a marriage agreement because of your incessant need to fight like a man…I am old and tired. I wish to see you wed before I follow after your father.”

Fallon swallowed, hard. The words died on her tongue when her mother’s eyes pricked with tears, a quiet sniffling echoing in the room around them. Her father had given her her weapons, a sword and dagger that he had begun to teach her to use. After his passing, a few of the guards in Casterly Rock had given her a few lessons and had willingly allowed her to practice against them. When she had grown enough to beat them all, however, that was when she grew restless. That was when the idea to become a knight herself had grown into a dream she prayed to the Seven nearly nightly to make her reality. All to have it squashed in front of her eyes in the form of a weeping old woman who cared only for outward appearances.

If her mother had wanted a response, she didn’t receive one. All Fallon could do was turn on her heel and leave the room. It was, perhaps, better that she stayed silent instead of turning it into a fight far worse than it was.

It would have made the entire trip to King’s Landing even more miserable than it was. 

There was a sort of sick irony to it all, she supposed. Days after being told she needed to behave like a lady of her standing, they received word that Princess Rhaenyra had been named the king’s heir and that the lords of Westeros were summoned to swear fealty to her. She had so desperately wanted to gloat, to point at the words on the parchment and shout “tis a woman as our future”, but she refrained. It would do little good; especially when both her eldest brother and mother did nothing but gossip and complain about the succession. Neither of them had wanted Daemon as their king despite the protests against the young princess; Fallon had simply decided they would never be pleased.

What was worse was she could barely focus on the ceremony she’d been forced to attend. Her dress was itchy, the embroidery irritating her skin, and it was far tighter than she liked. She missed her lion-embossed leathers, the scratchy wool of her tunics, the weight of her weapons on her belt. Everything she had been forced to leave behind in Casterly Rock while her maids had packed a seemingly endless amount of red and gold dresses she’d barely touched since she’d received them. The only enjoyable part had been watching her eldest brother bend the knee in front of the princess and swear their house to her.

Much like within their own castle, the moment she could slip away, she did. The Red Keep’s training yard was larger, more kept, but practically the same in every other aspect. Her hands bunched her skirts above her ankles as she marched across the field, finding the first weapon she could get her hands on before stalking towards the practice dummies. A few of the guards, both the gold cloaks and ones bearing the white cloaks of the kingsguard, turned to watch her. Despite it being a wooden sword in her grip, they had no doubt she could be equally as deadly with it in the right mood.

Which happened to be the current mood she was in.

Above the training yard, gathered together on an overlooking balcony, her mother was talking animatedly with Lyonel Strong with her sons flanking her, his sons mirroring them. Harwin appeared mostly disinterested as Jason discussed the tournament as if he’d competed in it himself, eyes drifting past the lord’s shoulder to the training yard below. His father and younger brother didn’t seem to have the same problem he did, both engaged fully with the Lady Lannister and her younger twin son.

“I was certain you had your daughter with you today, Lady Ceira, unless I was mistaken?” Larys’ smile was nearly wolfish. It was hard to miss the youngest of the three lions when she matched them in height. 

Fallon’s mother sighed, glancing at Jason for a moment before her court mask fell back into place. “She is not in the best moods, sers, so you will have to excuse her absence.”

Jason nodded in agreement, turning from his own conversation. “We find it better to allow her to burn it out herself.”

“Is that what we’re calling that?” Harwin huffed a soft laugh, pointing past the group and down into the training yard.

Ceira’s face flushed, eyes wide as she realized how unsightly it must look for her daughter, in one of her most expensive dresses, to be hacking away at training equipment in the king’s training yard.

Jason laughed along with Harwin, though his tone was laced with a hint of mockery. “Certainly a first impression on your betrothed, isn’t it, Ser Strong?”

Tyland leaned over to whisper, “It is not too late to back out.”

The eldest Strong son ignored the both of them, turning to their mother with a slight bow before excusing himself. Ceira looked to Jason with slight panic and it wasn’t a moment before he was following after Harwin. Lyonel smiled to himself, a pit of worry forming in his gut as he turned back to watch Fallon over her mother’s shoulder.

“Now, I would be careful how you approach her,” Jason called after Harwin, who didn’t seem to take his warning to heart, “she isn’t the most pleased with the news of a betrothal.”

“I only wish to introduce myself. Perhaps she will change her mind once she meets me.”

Her brother didn’t think so, but made no further argument about it. 

“Sister!” He yelled across the field, watching Fallon’s shoulders drop as she likely groaned at the sound of his voice. 

Fallon turned, then, glaring at her brother before taking in the sight of a man she’d never seen before. He towered over her brother with broad shoulders and a mop of curly dark hair and the widest smile she’d seen on a man watching her swing a sword. It struck her as odd for a moment, her glare dropping into confusion as he crossed about half the yard before stopping.

“Lady Fallon, it’s wonderful to finally meet you.” Harwin wasn’t sure if bowing was appropriate when you met your betrothed for the first time, so he settled with standing with his hands clasped behind his back. 

“I would say the same, ser, if I had a clue who you were,” she replied with an almost cold tone, eyes glancing to her brother where he stood with a horrid grin on his face. He was enjoying watching the exchange and the thought gnawed at the back of her mind.

Harwin’s head dropped slightly, his smile turning sheepish for only a moment. “My apologies, lady. I am Harwin Strong, heir to Harrenhal.”

Strong. The name burned in her ears and her eyes narrowed. The way he looked at her, spoke to her, she had no doubt now knowing he was from House Strong that he was the man her mother had all but sold her hand to. She had expected someone older, shorter, ugly even.

Honestly, it was almost a pity he didn’t outrightly look awful.

When she didn’t say a word nor make a move, Harwin cleared his throat, risking a glance over his shoulder to her brother. Jason made a motion to spur him forward.

“I, um,” Lord Strong continued, blinking a few times to fight the awkward tension bubbling around him. “I look forward to our wedding, my lady. You have been at least told that much, I hope?”

Her shoulders set themselves in a hard line, grip tightening on the wooden hilt of her sword. “At least one of us does, Lord Strong.”

Before he can say another word, her brother yells across the field in a voice that grated her nerves bare.

“Do the lovebirds require a bit of privacy, dear sister?” Followed by a laugh that had her teeth grinding together. 

“Don’t you have serving girls to go bother, brother? Or perhaps you’d like to fill in for the training dummy for a bit!”

“I quite like my angle, Maiden Knight,” he laughed again, crossing her arms as he saw her fuming. “It’s not every day you get to witness the taming of a stray cat!”

The shout she let out was loud enough to draw the attention of both families up on the balcony and then some; many lords and ladies were suddenly curious about the commotion out in the yard. It even drew the attention of the princess who, up until then, had stood dutifully by her father’s side greeting a few of the Great Houses and speaking to them for a moment before the filtered out of the throne room. 

Harwin barely blinked before he realized Fallon had begun rushing across the training yard towards her brother, who didn’t seem the least bit surprised by her outburst and just grinned like he had won some sort of game. Perhaps the ribbing between them had been a game of sorts, but it certainly hadn’t been one she enjoyed. He decided it was definitely a blind rage, so to speak, as she seemed to completely forget he was stood between them as her sword raised, just barely swinging past his head.

Fallon nearly jerked to a stop when his hand grabbed the wooden blade of the sword, turning her glare toward him. “Let go!”

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea, my lady-”

“And I don’t care what you think! I am going to kill him-”

“With a wood sword?”

She huffed, her curls falling into her face from where they fell loose from the pins stuck in a million places in her hair. The small moment of reprieve had him relaxing for just a moment before Jason decided to fuck it all up again.

“Come on, Fal, your princess is watching!”

Rhaenyra had pushed her way through the crowd to peer into the yard, watching the small exchange with wide eyes. She’d only had one good look at Fallon before and the following events had thrown a large shadow over that memory. Seeing her then, angry and vengeful, it was entirely different.

“Maybe she’ll throw her favor at you again if you ask nicely!”

Fallon shouted again, though that time Harwin was aware of what followed and took matters into his own hands.

Rather literally, as he dropped his grasp on her weapon to throw her over his shoulder.

Her shriek echoed across the courtyard, her fists connecting with the hard planes of his back covered in leather. It was loud enough to draw the full attention of both Lord Lyonel Strong and her mother, the latter of which looked absolutely horrified at the scene playing out before what she saw as the entirety of Westeros. Lyonel stifled a chuckle with a cough behind his hand, his younger son staring at the display in matching shock. 

Harwin barely seemed fazed by the matter, asking amongst the shrieks and flailing limbs if Jason wished to leave to a safer spot before he set his sister back down and turned her loose. The older Lannister was gone in a heartbeat, making the broader man laugh before letting the poor lady’s feet touch the ground again. She all but launched herself away from him, red-faced and nearly growling as she tried to put herself to rights again. 

“I have never been so humiliated-”

“I meant no offense, Lady Fallon, I assure you-”

“You swung me around like a bratty child!”

Harwin had to keep himself from laughing again as he held his hands up in an empty defense as she rounded on him. “I merely assumed it would be better for you to not murder your brother in the king’s courtyard-”

“You have no right to touch-”

“Lady Lannister?” The princess’ soft yet strong voice cut between them, causing both to turn towards her with staggeringly different expressions. Fallon had yet to fully drop her rage and Harwin nearly looked afraid for his safety. It was certainly a sight.

Rhaenyra barely blinked, keeping her expression ever diplomatic as she clasped her hands in front of her skirts. The weight of the scene finally settled over Fallon, her face flushing red again before she dropped into a stumbling curtsey before the newly crowned heir.

“Princess, forgive me, I seem to have left my manners of court back home.”

The princess chuckled softly to herself, violet eyes catching the sparse sunlight with a twinkle. “As well as your sword, it seems.”

Fallon’s hand grasped at the empty air at her side before she realized, barely noticing how Harwin bowed to the princess before walking to meet both of their parents who had come rushing down from the balcony. However, for her, the princess had her full attention. It was the same look she’d given her before the fight against Daemon, a look full of conspiratorial mischief and curiosity.

“As heir, I am to seek out someone to be my sworn protector,” she started, taking a single step towards the Lannister woman. “However, given the few knights I saw at the tourney, I am left with very few good choices.”

Fallon merely managed a nod, mind trying to keep up with the princess’ train of thought.

“I would not be mad if you refused, I could see how sore a subject it might be with your family,” Rhaenyra risked a glance to the side, watching Lady Lannister’s expression twist in confusion. “But, if you’d be willing-”

“Yes,” her answer was all but spat from her mouth, a bit too eager to be proper but earnest all the same. “I am more than willing, Your Grace.”

Rhaenyra seemed to preen at the agreement, chin held higher with a smile. “Perfect, I will have your things sent for and new armor made. Would you still favor elements of the Maiden in your equipment? Or was that simply for show at the tourney?”

She wondered if she looked like a fish at that moment, eyes wide and mouth half open at the thought of it all. The supposedly “disgrace” of the family house, now chosen as the crown princess’ sworn sword. It wasn’t Tyland, it wasn’t Jason, it wasn’t another knight that had proven themself on horseback and had sent swords ringing through the stadium for hours that day. It was her. 

Fallon blinked quickly to settle her racing thoughts. “That wouldn’t be necessary, princess,” she muttered quickly. “The symbol of my house or yours would be sufficient if it needs marked.”

Rhaenyra teasingly arched her brow. “Of my house, Lady?”

Her cheeks burned again and she nearly wished Harwin would scoop her up again and take her away. “I-I didn’t mean-”

The princess laughed, light and airy, as her friend approached behind her tentatively, finally able to pull away from her father’s side. “You will learn that a pastime of mine is poking fun at those closest to me. Right, Lady Alicent?”

Alicent nearly winced, thinking of the torn page tucked away safely in her room. “I do wish you’d find another pastime. One less damaging to history.”

A man cleared his throat behind Fallon and the two younger girls began to whisper to each other, hiding small giggles behind cupped hands. The young Lady Lannister turned to see Harwin Strong smiling at the trio, one hand on the hilt of his sword and the other held dutifully behind his back. It took all of her willpower to not roll her eyes, settling back into the role of her mother’s only daughter when she noticed both of their parents watching her over his shoulder.

“Ser Strong,” her tone was clipped, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Your mother is quite nosey, I don’t know if you’ve noticed.”

The girls behind her giggled again and she blinked at him owlishly. He sounded almost secretive, leaning towards them slightly as his voice dipped into a low whisper that nearly rumbled in his chest like a cat’s purr. 

Her green eyes regarded him cautiously, sizing him up as if she could fight him. More than likely, she could, but she was in a dress, completely unarmed, and her mother was watching. The last part wasn’t terribly important to her, but it certainly did top off the entire situation with a nasty red bow.

Her (begrudgingly)betrothed ducked his head almost sheepishly. “She asked me to see what you and the princess were discussing.” It was only then did he look past her to the two girls, nodding a small greeting to them. “Princess, Lady Hightower.”

Alicent dropped into her best curtsey, Rhaenyra just grinned as she glanced between her new knight and him. “Ser Strong.”

Fallon’s chin tilted up, trying to make up the few inches of height between them. “If you require news to report back to her, the princess has requested I be her sworn sword; I have just accepted.”

She had expected his expression to twist in confusion, to possibly curl in disgust. A woman as a princess’ knight? It was absolutely absurd, wasn’t it? Surely he would react just as her family would and she bristled as she watched his eyes go wide in surprise-

Why was he smiling?

“I saw you fight at the tourney, there’s no doubt you’re well suited for the job.” Fallon wondered if she was dreaming.

“Exactly my thoughts, Ser Strong,” Rhaenyra chirped from behind her. “I assume she will travel home to Casterly Rock to gather a few personal items and the rest will be sent for in time. In the meantime, I will inform my father and when you return,” she felt the princess gingerly touch her elbow, drawing her attention to her, “you will begin training with Lord Briarwood and assume your station.”

“And I will have the unfortunate task of informing your mother,” Harwin said with a soft chuckle, stepping away from the small group.

Her head spun as the princess drew her back into the conversation with Alicent, talking animatedly about something she hadn’t even begun to pay attention to. She was too distracted by the sour look her mother quickly wore before her mask came back into place as Harwin spoke about the role she’d been offered. He was still beaming, looking to his father with a look that she could’ve called pride had she known him longer than a handful of minutes. Part of her was still fuming, sulking in the back of her mind from how he had basically scruffed her like a kitten to keep her from her brother, that part still hated the fact they were sworn to one another. But, the more logical part of her, the one deeply instilled by her father, argued with the anger. He wasn’t the worst choice her mother could’ve promised her to. 

“Harwin, she nearly took your head off,” his father sighed, heavily, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose.

“It was a wooden sword, Father, it wouldn’t have done much.”

“I apologize for my daughter’s behavior, truly, I will be having words with her the entire ride home,” her mother swore, fingers clutching at her necklace like a holy symbol.

Harwin just grinned, glancing behind him to catch a small smile on Fallon’s lips from something Rhaenyra had muttered to make Alicent cover her mouth with a laugh. He nearly missed his father mentioning something about calling the betrothal off since she would become the princess’ knight, his head snapping back around to protest.

“What? No!”

“She will be too preoccupied with her duties to court-”

“Make it a long engagement, then.”

Ceira Lannister’s jaw nearly dropped.

The entire ride home, she never said a word to her daughter, not about her new position in King’s Landing, not about her proposal, not even about her behavior towards her eldest brother.

The entire ride home, Fallon felt as if she’d conquered the entirety of Westeros. 

Tag list: @dreaming-of-illusory-flowers, @yippeecore, @soup-entity

[forest-hashira]

Mating Season

back with my final entry for my love in the air omegaverse event! it's also technically a sequel to this fic that i wrote for a different omegaverse event last spring. it's not necessary to read that one first, but for anyone who's into hybrid smut, that one's like 8k words, so. more for you to enjoy! i hope this sequel measures up to the original, bc i once again let the horny gremlin take over and write most of this for me lmao. enjoy this madnesss 💜

event masterlist | read on ao3 | wc: ~3.5k | cw: omegaverse, hybrid au (fox!suguru/bunny!satoru/bunny!reader), gn afab reader (afab anatomy terms used), alpha!suguru/omega!satoru/omega!reader, gojo cries & not in a sexy way, mating cycles/in heat (gojo + reader), intersex omega (gojo has a pussy + a dick), established relationship, oral sex (satoru receiving), threesome, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms, creampies, heavy breeding kink, knotting, reader & satoru referred to as "mommy" once. 18+ only, minors & ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked.

When Satoru’s heat had started, you’d waved Suguru off, promising to take care of your fellow bunny until your alpha returned from work. He’d hesitated at first, understandably, but when he saw the way Satoru nuzzled into you and relaxed, his tail twitching happily, his worries seemed to ease a bit. Unfortunately for you, though, that had just been the calm before the storm. Almost as soon as your omega mate shed most of his clothes to keep from overheating too badly, his scent filled the room, even more syrupy-sweet than usual because of his heat. It practically had your mouth watering, and you knew from the moment that Satoru had given you his pleading puppy look, fingers playing with the waistband of your pants, that you were a goner.

What you hadn’t really expected, though, was for your own heat to rear its ugly head while Satoru worked you open with his fingers. The combination of his pheromones and the way he babbled between kisses about needing to breed was apparently enough to make your body get with the program. You felt fire flicker to life in your core, and you whined needily into his mouth, suddenly as desperate as he was. 

He swore into the kiss, pulling away to stare down at you, the stunning cerulean of his eyes now only a thin ring around his pupils. You stared back up at him wordlessly, panting and rolling your hips down to meet his fingers. When he added a third and curled the digits into your sweet spot, your back arched off the bed, a nearly inhuman noise escaping your lips.

“Satoru,” you cried out, squirming at his touch even as your body relaxed a bit more. “‘S too hot in here…”

“‘Cause you’ve still got your clothes on,” he replied, though he made no move to help you out of them, just watched your pussy greedily clench around his fingers, clearly eager for more.

“Then help me out of them!” you replied indignantly, trying to pull your shirt over your head and only managing to get the fabric twisted around your ears. “Satoru,” you whined again, bumping his side with your knee. “‘M all tangled.”

The other bunny looked up at you then, and he did his best to help you get out of your shirt without hurting you, but he refused to quit fingering you even for a second, so it took the pair of you a good thirty seconds to finally toss the offending fabric onto the floor. Having not put on a bra after waking up, you were now completely bare beneath your mate, and he quickly buried his face in your chest, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin he could reach. The feeling of his fluffy hair and soft ears brushing across your skin had you gasping and trying to wiggle away from the ticklish sensation.

“Where you tryin’ t’go, little bunny?” Satoru asked, tilting his head slightly to look up at you. “Don’t you like when I touch you?”

Heat flooded your face, leaving every inch of you burning over your circumstances. “Tickles,” you told him after a moment, threading your finger through his hair and pushing it back from his face.

“My little bunny’s sooo sensitive,” he teased, a glint in his eye, but he had a bit of mercy on you, lifting his head to capture your lips in another heated kiss instead. When you sighed into him, he took advantage by slipping his tongue into your mouth and curling his fingers hard against your sweet spot. The way you jolted and moaned into him made him moan, too, and he rocked his hips down against yours.

“Please,” you panted, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. “Fuck, ‘toru, need more. Need you to fill me up, please.” With every passing moment, your heat was further clouding your mind, narrowing your focus to the burning need to be filled by your mate, to be knotted and bred until you couldn’t move anymore.

Feeling just as desperate as you with the need to breed, Satoru obliged your plea, pulling his fingers from your pussy and guiding his aching cock into you in their place. The glide as he pressed forward was effortless, your body already dripping slick even though your heat had barely even started. 

You moaned at the faint stretch as he filled you, immediately rolling your hips up to meet him; if he didn’t start fucking you right away you thought you might cry. Thankfully, though, your fellow omega either got the hint, or was just as frantic for relief as you were, and he began driving into you in earnest. The bedroom quickly filled with a symphony of your moans and Satoru’s grunts and whines. You were vaguely aware of your own voice begging your fellow bunny to breed you, and his only partially intelligible responses, and before you knew it, an orgasm was racing through you, leaving you shaking beneath your mate as you clawed at his back and cried out his name. 

The feeling of you clenching around his cock was enough to send Satoru toppling over the edge. He bit down on your shoulder as he spilled into you, not quite hard enough to break the skin, but certainly hard enough to leave a mark. His hips never quite stilled even as he came, and a few moments passed with the two of you breathing hard against each other’s skin. Despite each of you having had a rather intense orgasm, the voracity of your heats failed to ease at all. If you’d been in a more rational state of mind, it wouldn’t have been a surprise – you hadn’t gotten the knot you craved, and Satoru had yet to experience any sort of attention to his own pussy – but with your minds muddled by hormones, all you felt was upset. 

“Satoru…” you whined, rolling your hips up against him, one hand threading into his sweaty white hair. “Please, need more… Need you to breed me, need your babies…”

“Fuck, yeah, need it too,” he mumbled into your neck, beginning to move his his hips again almost immediately, his pace just as desperate as before. 

Lost to the pleasure of being filled over and over, one round blurring into the next, you found yourselves losing track of time; the only thing that mattered to either of you was breeding, the need so deep and intense that it threatened to eat you from the inside. There wasn’t a moment that Satoru wasn’t inside you, and that you weren’t clinging to him; the air of your bedroom filled with the scent of your shared heat and the breathless panting and moaning of each other’s names as you tried to ease the fire you both felt in your core.

What clued you in to the fact that the two of you were no longer alone wasn’t the sound of doors opening, or the sound of Suguru calling your names, letting you know he was home; it was his scent entering the room, spicy and smoky and soured with worry. 

You and Satoru both stilled for the first time in… you weren’t sure how long, and did your best to turn to him without separating from each other. Thankfully, he was already making his way to your bedside, and he dropped to his knees as soon as he reached you. 

“Oh, bunnies, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here,” he murmured, brows pinched and ears drooping; even through the haze of your heat you could tell he was upset, and likely feeling guilty. You really couldn’t have that. 

Weakly, you reached out towards him, a soft whine of what hopefully resembled his name escaping you. He was quick to take your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before cradling it to his cheek. He searched your face for a moment, then turned his attention to Satoru, whose cheek now rested against your own as he panted soft, quick breaths. When Suguru’s hand came to rest on his other cheek, his eyes fluttered shut and he whined. 

“Alpha,” you pleaded, weakly wrapping his own hand around his mate’s wrist. “Need your help… ‘s too hot without you…”

“Shh, sweet boy, it’s okay. I’m here now, and I’m going to take care of both of you, I promise.” He leaned forward and kissed the other man’s forehead, then your own, before standing once again. He made quick work of his own clothing, and once he was nude you were granted a fresh wave of his scent; the worry had faded a bit, replaced with arousal that was beginning to show itself in other ways, too. 

Without even thinking about it, you reached out again, brushing your fingers against his hip, hazy eyes locked on his half-hard cock. Before you could take it into your hand, though, he was moving to the foot of the bed. Grabbing your ankle with one hand and Satoru’s with the other, he tugged you closer to himself, causing you both to squeak in surprise.

Once he was satisfied with your proximity, he released you, and knelt once more. Though he was now out of your line of sight, it wasn’t difficult to realize what he was doing, especially based on the way your fellow bunny reacted

Satoru’s gasp quickly melted into a moan, and he rocked his hips back towards your alpha a bit, though he didn’t want to leave the welcoming heat of your cunt. 

Suguru, eager to make up for lost time, lapped at the omega’s pussy, drinking in the slick that dripped from him like he needed it to survive. When he moaned at the taste, Satoru’s hips bucked again, making you moan breathily beneath him. The alpha fully committed himself to the task before him, fucking the bunny relentlessly with his tongue, as if he were trying to apologize for leaving his mates wanting for so long. Though he wanted to close his eyes and fully lose himself in pleasuring his mate, the fox dutifully kept his gaze locked on Satoru’s snow-white tail as it twitched with pleasure; just like always, it twitched faster and faster as he grew closer to orgasm, until it was trembling nonstop. 

It wasn’t long until Satoru was gasping and moaning, babbling a half-garbled warning before he came, once again filling you as he cried out, the sound muffled by the skin of your throat. The feeling of him spilling into you again drew a soft moan from your lips, and you wrapped your arms a bit tighter around him, your nails lightly scratching against his scalp. You watched over your fellow bunny’s shoulder as Suguru stood, lightly nipping the soft skin of Satoru’s ass on his way up. His pupils were blown wide with lust, his dark hair already tumbling around his shoulders, his half-bun fighting to keep any of the silky strands out of his face.

He caught your eye as he wiped your omega mate’s slick from his chin, and he smiled at you. “Has our bunny been taking care of you after triggering your heat?” he asked, his voice almost jarringly sweet.

You nodded in response, watching with hazy eyes as he removed the hair tie from his hair, allowing it to spill around his face like ink for a moment before gathering it all into a quick, somewhat messy bun once again. “Mm-hm,” you hummed after a moment, knowing that your alpha liked when you answered him verbally.

“Good,” the fox murmured, smiling down at you for a moment before turning his attention to the other omega. “What about you, Satoru? Has our little one been taking good care of you today?” As he spoke, he rubbed gentle circles at the small of Satoru’s back, just above his tail; he was almost as touchy as Satoru was when it came to the two of you, but he was much more subtle about it.

“Y-Yeah, they have,” the frosty haired bunny managed to pant after a moment, subtly pressing back into Suguru’s warm touch. “Need you, too alpha, please?”

You whined softly in agreement with Satoru’s words, reaching for Suguru once again; sure, you’d been bred practically nonstop by one of your mates for most of the day, but it wasn’t the same as having your alpha’s knot.

Suguru was quick to take your hand in his own, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to your knuckles. “I know, sweet bunnies, I know, but I can only help one of you at a time.” He looked genuinely guilt stricken as he spoke, like it pained him deeply to know he would have to leave one of you wanting.

Apparently more lost to the haze of his heat hormones than you, Satoru let out a weak little sob against your throat at Suguru’s words. He arched his hips up a bit closer to your alpha as he practically begged, “Please, alpha, need you so bad… ‘m so empty, it hurts.”

The once pleasant aroma of all of your combined scents quickly soured, Satoru’s distress so intense that you could practically taste it. You immediately began scratching his scalp again, murmuring little assurances and massaging the base of his fluffy ears; anything you could think to do to soothe him, you did. He quieted the smallest amount under your touch, but it was clear that his heat hormones were really starting to mess with him.

Suguru swore quietly under his breath, and you glanced up at him, giving him a faint nod when you finally caught his eye; you were dying for his touch and attention, too, of course, but having Satoru breeding you for hours had taken the edge off your own heat enough that you could wait until your fellow omega was able to get the relief he was in such desperate need of. 

The alpha relaxed a bit when you gave him the go ahead, and he nodded back, his ears slowly easing from where they’d gone flat with worry over his distressed omega. “Shh, Satoru, it’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m here to take care of you now, it’s okay.” He resumed rubbing circles on the bunny’s back as he spoke, soothing his mate as much as he could before going any further. When Satoru calmed at his words, his touch easing more tension from his lithe frame, Suguru smiled a bit, seeming to relax a bit himself. Once he was satisfied, the fox shifted, one hand gently holding your fellow omega’s hip steady, the other guiding his cock towards the bunny’s slick cunt. 

“Deep breaths, bunny,” Suguru murmured, giving Satoru’s hip a gentle squeeze.

Satoru did as he was asked, taking in a deep, somewhat shaky breath, though the exhale quickly dissolved into a moan as the alpha finally gave him the attention – the relief – that he needed, slowly sliding into his tight, wet heat. “Fuck,” he whimpered, canting his hips back toward your alpha. “Feels so good…”

Both you and Suguru moaned in tandem, Satoru’s movement causing his cock to drag against your walls and dragging Suguru in deeper at the same time. When the fox was finally as deep as he could get, hips flush against your fellow bunny’s ass, he paused, letting out a few shaky breaths as he collected himself. Satoru’s tail twitched against his abdomen, and the alpha let out a soft, short growl, his ears twitching at the feeling; if you’d been less lost to your sudden heat and the pleasure of being full for so long, you’d have found it more amusing. 

The sound of Satoru whimpering is what finally got Suguru moving again. “Shh, bunny,” he soothed, “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Settling both hands on the omega’s waist, he got a firm, though still gentle, grasp of his hips. “Gonna do all the work for you now, okay?”

“‘Kay,” Satoru murmured, allowing himself to melt into you a bit more. Though the weight of him relaxing further into you, coupled with the added weight of Suguru keeping you all pressed together, was more than you were used to, you had to admit you liked it; it was comforting, in an instinctual way you couldn’t quite articulate. Then your alpha followed through on your promise, and your head dropped back onto the pillow.

The way that your fox guided Satoru’s hips was incredible, the movements fluid but calculated, playing all three of your bodies like instruments; each roll of his hips had the tip of his cock pressing into your sweet spot, and if the breathy little moans that left your bunny’s lips were anything to go by, they also had Suguru’s cock pressing all the right buttons inside of Satoru. 

For a little while, the steady, fluid pace that Suguru set was perfect, but eventually Satoru began to grow impatient, letting out fussy little breaths and rocking his hips back a bit more forcefully into the fox. 

“Need it, alpha, please…” he whined, lifting his head from your neck, where he’d been pressing kisses and leaving little nips wherever he could reach. “‘M not gonna break, just give it to me.” Glancing over his shoulder at Suguru, he twitched his tail again, knowing the sensation would spur your mate on, just like it always did. 

Despite looking mostly composed still, you noticed his tail twitching behind him, one of his dark ears flicking in response to your omega’s words as well. “You need it, hm?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What is it that you need, Satoru? Need me to fuck you real good? Need me to make the heat pains go away for good? Need me to put a baby in you, make you a mommy? Is that what you need?” With each question, Suguru increased the pace he moved Satoru’s hips, making both of you moan beneath him. When the alpha referred to him as “mommy,” though, Satoru moaned even louder. The sound only seemed to spur Suguru on, and soon enough he was snapping his hips against your fellow omega’s with every thrust, though he made sure to still fuck the other bunny’s cock into you; he didn’t want to leave either of his mates wanting, after all. 

“I see,” he said, breathing a bit harder as he spoke. “You need me to breed you, huh? Don’t worry, bunny, I’ll make sure you’re so thoroughly bred during your heat that it’s impossible for you to not be carrying my baby.” He drove into the other man harder and harder with every thrust, which in turn made every thrust of Satoru’s hips more forceful. The tip of your omega mate’s cock was practically bruising your cervix, and it made stars burst across your vision. You could feel that coil tightening in your core once again, but it wasn’t quite enough to get you to your peak. 

“Please!” Satoru wailed, tears once again spilling down his cheeks. “Yes, please, alpha, fuck, want it so fucking bad…” He was practically babbling at this point, consumed by his instinct to be bred by his alpha to the point that nothing else mattered to him. 

“I’ll give it to you, Satoru, no need to cry,” the fox crooned, though there was the faintest hit of taunting in his tone. “Just need you to fill up our little one again, one last time. Gotta make them a mommy, too, yeah?”

As if all he’d been waiting for was permission to cum, your fellow bunny let out one choked sob of pleasure before his cock throbbed, then painted the inside of your pussy white again. 

The feeling of him filling you up again was enough to tip you over the edge, and you cried out his name as you came, clawing at his back as your vision whited out for a moment. You were dimly aware of Suguru swearing, then stopping the movement of both his own and Satoru’s hips. 

It was a few moments before you fully came back to yourself, and you turned your head, resting your damp forehead against Satoru’s sweat-sticky one. He bumped his nose lightly against yours, letting his lips ghost across yours – not quite a kiss, but as close as you could manage as you fought to catch your breath. 

Your gaze flitted upward again when you felt Suguru take your hand, lifting it to his lips as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist right above your scent gland. He then leaned down a bit further, pressing a kiss to Satoru’s shoulder as he caught his own breath. 

You felt your ears droop with exhaustion, but your heart stuttered for a moment when you both heard and faintly felt your alpha’s low, rumbling purr as he laid over the two of you. Though you knew that soon the three of you would have to separate to get  cleaned up and to eat, for now you would bask in the afterglow of such an intense bout of lovemaking with your mates. When Satoru began to purr as well, you couldn’t help but join in; all was right between the three of you, and you were happy. Nothing else really mattered beyond that.

also special shoutout to @pastelle-rabbit & her post about bunny hybrids that i got permission to incorporate into this fic. hope i did that mental image justice for you friend 💜

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[tripthelightfatality]

Ok but Josh shot gunning smoke into your mouth then kissing you deeply

[kingnlionhearts]

need all of the lore about your star wars oc with sophie thatcher as the fc <3

AHHHHHH OMG. you have no idea how excited this makes me!!!

OKAY SO!!!! technically sophie is an unofficial fc, but her role as natalie in yellowjackets fits my oc too well. so she plays fallon uttara — my second most favourite oc ever. fallon is half white half brazilian but i haven't found a fc to suit her, so she's played by sophie and jordana brewster!!

fallon is the mum of my ahsoka oc, violet uttara, and my number one fave oc a’den achilles. fallon was raised on naboo in an aristocratic (?) family (through her father) (her mum is a runaway from mandalore). she's a very very rebellious kid due to her parents' toxic relationship and she acts out, especially as a teen, to piss off her father. she goes to the university of coruscant where she meets aerrik uttara!! aerrik is from my original planet, aphelion. they study different degrees but have an overlapping class where they have a rivals to lovers arc 🥺 they get pregnant with violet quite young and have to run away to protect vi from fallon's dad. they spend their time hiding on aphelion with aerrik's family and on naboo with the naberrie family (who are old friends with the uttaras!!).

during the phantom menace, fallon ends up going to tatooine with qui-gon and obi-wan. (in my fics, tpm happens on aphelion and mandalore is involved, so padmé isn't there & she has her plot later.) fallon is pregnant with a'den and ends up having him on tatooine during the sand storm when the gang hides at the skywalker's!! so anakin & his brother, oberyn (played by richard madden!!) get to name a'den 🥹 when qui-gon is only able to free anakin, fallon frees oberyn & shmi because she's a Rich Girl. she arranges for oberyn to be taken in by the naberries as shmi doesn't leave tatooine.

after an Incident in 27bby, violet is taken to the jedi order, fallon takes a’den to her family on mandalore (the kryzes!!), and fallon & aerrik have to separate to protect each other. until the wrong jedi arc, fallon basically lives in secret and is nicknamed the "ghost of naboo". she puts everything toward protecting her family and loved ones no matter what. she has move plot after the wrong jedi arc but that's getting into big spoiler territory.

this is maybe as much as i can say without spoiling my entire series, but when i tell you the world revolves around fallon 🥺 she's done so much good to help the people around her, and they do everything in hope of keeping fallon & her kids safe to return the favour.

tarynrobb are unintentionally very inspired by fallon & aerrik. they're also very nedcat coded 🥺

and here is her playlist!! it's my favourite one i've made 🫶

THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME YAP ABOUT MY OG STARGIRL 🫶💞

[oliviasecrets]

This is life

V part two

Welcome back everyone we are here with every once favorite rapper Jack Harlow.. come on everyone give him a big round of a applause

As the curtains open Jack couldn’t stop smiling very excited of what the night might bring

“Oh my lord thank you everybody I love y’all”

“Jack I have to say this is the first time we have the room full of females… do you know why”

“jimmy come on they are all my missionaries I love each and everyone of you thank you so much”

Round of a applause and screams

“Let’s get this show started Jack first of all, how have you been man we’ve seen you everywhere”

“Yeah I’ve been here and there always with my fam with private garden but I’ve been in a different mind set lately”

“Wow tell me about that”

“I just needed some time for myself I wanted to take time and find new inspections”

“Ahh I see where this is going does this have to do with someone called y/n”

“Sneaky jimmy huh, I don’t wanna but y/n on the spot but yeah I’ve been trying to find love”

“I have to be honest I’m happy for you men I can imagine what you’re feeling being everywhere but not having a love interest to spend it with”

“Exactly I have all my friends with me but I’m missing that in my life”

“We’ll for next time you’re here I’m gonna prepare a game for you, how about perfect match or something like that”

The whole droid started to laugh

“I mean I’ll take it jimmy”

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“Em don’t you think this dress makes me look too much of a mean girl”

“Y/n baby we have to show what you have, see I’m showing of my boobs and you have to show your perfect hourglass figure trust everyone is going to be looking at you”

“I just hope this helps me get laid it I’m being honest with you”

“Oh trust me if you can’t get laid we can have some fun too”

“Shut up em but really i appreciate this I really do”

“Okay the Uber is 5 minutes away let’s take some cute pictures”

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Meanwhile the show was over Jack was backstage talking with urban and neelam

“I have to agree with urban Jack I feel like you just put yourself really out there; if you were trying to get y/n that is ruined”

“I don’t think so I promised I would wait for her she would do the same for me”

“We’ll how absolutely you text her right know”

“Thank you urban i just texted her a little hey before the show started and she hasn’t replied”

“Like I said it’s ruined”

“I’ll call her then and prove to you she is the one for me”

Jack got up from his seat and headed to the back room where he could talk to you in private

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Incoming call from Jackman Harlow

Oh shit

“Em wait I’m getting a call hold up”

“Take your time babe we have a table waiting for us”

You pressed the green bottom to answer the call

Um hey jack is that you?

Yeah y/n how have you been I’m actually in the city for a few days just did jimmy falon

Oh okay thy sounds amazing congratulations Jack

Yeah thank you….. where are you at I hear a lot of noice

I’m actually outside a club with a friend just about to go in it’s called miracle bridge by soho if you wanna come

That’s sounds like a plan I guess I’ll see you soon ma

Bye Jack

You ended the call

“Y/n what the fuck did you just do”

“Hey I just secured myself a good dance and maybe if his lucky the fuck of his life”

“You amaze me little y/n you really are trouble”

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45 minutes later

You were dancing in the middle of the dance floor while John Summit played in the dj booth enjoying yourself grinding a bit with your friend Emily

“Babe he is totally checking you out”

“Who? Em are you okay i literally see no men looking at me”

“Oh come one look at the dj”

And oh he sure was he was kind cute not really your type but it passed a while and Jack was no where to be seen

“Wanna go with him” em asked at first you waited to say no but then you remembered what Liv told you have fun be wild

“Come on let’s go”

You grabbed your friends hand and made your way to the dj booth there was a bit of a mess a lot of girls trying to get the dj eye but lucky you we made a gesture for the bouncer to let you guys in backstage

He took of his headphones and pulled you into a hug placing his hand on your lower back

“I’m John it’s nice to finally meet you and please let me know if you need anything”

“Thank you love”

As you were having this small interaction with the hottie dj Jack and urban entered the club of course and Jack was the one to find you first, you having a small conversation with John summit had him on this tips

“Yo Jack I hate to tell you I told you so but little miss y/n is already in the dj hands”

“Shut the fuck up urb come let’s go get a drink”

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Hello my love I’m so sorry I’ve been like crazy chilling and relaxing on vacation, I finally uploading part two I really like where this is going and as you can see I was having a bit of an obsession with John summit and ideas or comments please let me know hope everyone enjoyed this one

[thecobblerwhomadethem]

What if there's a dancing festival?!?

(12 dancing princesses redesign)

Theres a monthy dancing festival and everyone wears masks so that everyone can express themselves freely and try new things without making a big deal about it. This also means that the princesses can join with masks! Now, this is Barbie Land, and they don't need to worry about assassin's or anything, so they don't disguise themselves that much. Most people know who they are and politely pretend they don't.

Other than dancing, what do the sisters do at the festival? Glad you asked!

Ashlyn enjoys observing everyone and ensuring her kingdom is doing well. She always joins the band for attention least a few songs

Blair does dressage! Horse dancing?? Dont know too much about it but there's definitely like 3 or 4 people who put on dressage preformences and shes absolutely one of them. It's a fairly large kingdom

Courtney probably joins a knitting circle? This kingdom is all about self expression and that includes all kinds of arts! She loves talking history with the older people and learning new things

Delia is dancing with her wife! She's the only one I've given a partner and they spend most of their time together. She also joins some sort of aim related sport like archery or darts. Croquet is probably too large for a festival

Edeline is competitive so she probably gets into a pseudo-dance battle at some point. Any sort of sport going on, she's in. Probably knows where to find the hot gossip too. Busy bee

Fallon is partner dancing with everyone and flirting the whole time. She definitely has a bunch of friends who she goes and giggles with whenever she's in town. She has a crush on at least one of them and flirts with everyone except them. Hopeless romantic bi 17 year old

Genevieve is dancing the. Whole. Time. She dances with each of her siblings at least once, and the tripplets at least 10 times. Derek has been swamped with work apprenticeing at the cobblers who get really busy before the festivals and is tired but gen's enthusiasm is infectious and he accepts her invite. They dance a couple times throughout the event and he brings her snacks and water when she looses track of time and forgets to take a break. In a completely platonic way of course/j

Hadley and Isla immediately run off to join the acrobatic performers. The performers, of course, politely ignore that they're princesses. They often "sneak" out of the castle to join the group during non festival days as well. They're known to the group as Haz and Ika. They're 13 and think they're being so smooth. They're mainly stiltwalkers but also excel in other ballance related acts like being lifted over someone's head on their foot or something

Hadley otherwise does some of the sports with Delia and Edeline or plays with the triplets. She seems like she'd be more outgoing than her twin but she's actually way less social

Isla goes and hangs out with her 2 crushes. They don't know each other yet so she devides her time. One is a girl from a well off family who is really into textile work and the other is the son of a Sailor who helps at the docks.

Jenessa Kathleen and Lacey stick together. They do a bit of everything, being passed between their sisters. Jenessa may get distracted by a bug or two. Kathleen may try to run off if she sees a pretty costume. Lacey may need some extra breaks because of her asthma