#fallon's fics

[forest-hashira]

Bunnies & Bite Marks

i was able to hop onto @lorelune's spring fever a/b/o event super last minute last night, so this is my entry for that! (technically i did finish this fic before midnight but i didn't have the energy to format it then, so it's going up now, haha). i apologize in advance bc this is definitely the filthiest thing i've ever written. i don't know where most of this came from (i think the boys possessed me and ghostwrote it tbh). i was enabled by aleks to put this on paper, so... thank him lol

read on ao3 here | wc: ~8.1k | cw: a/b/o dynamics/omegaverse, hybrid au (fox geto, bunny reader, bunny gojo), gn afab!reader (afab anatomy terms used), alpha geto, omega reader, omega gojo, established stsg, oral sex (reader receiving), threesome, multiple orgasms, knotting, biting/claiming, mating bonds, intersex omega (gojo has a penis & a vagina), unprotected sex, creampies, gojo has a praise kink & a degradation kink, a little bit of voyeurism, multiple discussions of consent, i'm pretty sure that's everything! 18+ only, ageless/blank blogs & minors dni.

You were still trying to figure out how you’d ended up in this situation.

Growing up, your parents had warned you countless times about Big Bad Wolves, told you to watch out for their pointed lies and pointier teeth, but they’d never warned you about foxes and their silver tongues.

Now that you thought about it, your parents were probably being more metaphoric than you thought as a child, but it was a little late to come to that realization, seeing as you were already underneath a particularly sly fox and completely at his mercy.

But how were you supposed to not trust him, not fall for him? His dark eyes were so kind, his little smile so warm… and he’d had another bunny hanging off of him, inviting you to spend time with them, to get to know them. And somehow in just a few short months, you were coaxed into bed by that same welcoming bunny and kind fox.

A small tug at your ear brought you back to the present, and you blinked, looking up into those dark eyes, now a few shades darker with desire – hunger, your instincts told you, making your heart pound even faster in your ribcage.

“Where’d you go, little one? You left us for a second there.” Suguru’s voice was low and rumbling, but you could hear the genuine concern woven in with the lust that laced his tone.

“They zoned out because you’re taking so damn long,” Satoru retorted from behind you before you had a chance to say anything. He hugged you a bit closer to his chest, trailing his lips across your cheek as he murmured, “Maybe we’ll just have to start without him, hm? Who needs an alpha, anyways? They're just knotheads, after all.”

Despite his bravado, you could feel the way your fellow bunny’s heart rate picked up as you both watched Suguru for his reaction.

To his credit, Suguru’s composure was nearly unshakeable; the only outward reaction to Satoru’s half-threat was a slight twitch of one of his elegant black fox ears, and he cocked his head slightly. “Is that so?” he questioned, then looked away from Satoru to focus on you. “You can believe him if you want, little one, because I know you’ve never been with an alpha before, but you should know he doesn’t even believe that himself. You should hear the way he begs for my knot like a cheap whore, even when he’s not in heat.”

Satoru shuddered behind you, and a soft puff of air ghosted across your skin as his grip tightened further around your waist. You’d known he was aroused before he held you so tight, but now it was undeniable, his hard cock pressed against your back, and the size of it made you jump slightly; if he was that big as an omega, then what the fuck was Suguru hiding in his pants? You shuddered at the thought, and you couldn’t stop the hint of fear that tinged your scent.

Both men stopped then, detecting the change in your scent. They exchanged a glance, and Suguru’s entire demeanor softened as he spoke again, lowering himself so he no longer towered over you where you sat on the bed with Satoru. “Do you want to stop?” he asked quietly, tilting his head slightly. “We don’t have to go through with this if you’re not comfortable.”

“We won’t be upset,” Satoru added, lightly rubbing his thumb back and forth across your stomach in an attempt to soothe you. “If you’re not enjoying yourself, we’ll stop. Your comfort and pleasure are really important to us.” 

Though you knew they were expecting an answer, you could tell they would be patient with you, even if it took you hours to decide one way or the other. You hesitated, taking a few moments to really examine how you were feeling, both physically and emotionally. The fear you felt was undeniable, but it was strongly rivaled by your desire, your prey instincts warring with your human wants. 

And really, you knew you were safe with them, even if Suguru was a predator. His self control was stronger than anyone else you’d ever met, and even if he somehow did lose control of himself and begin to succumb to his instincts, you were certain Satoru would do everything he could to protect you; he was stubborn and aggressive, especially for an omega, and a prey animal hybrid on top of that. 

Feeling comforted by that knowledge, you once again met the alpha’s gaze. “I want this,” you confirmed. “I want you – both of you.” 

Almost before the words were fully out of your mouth, the smell of arousal grew thick in the air, so heavy it should have choked you, but really you couldn’t get enough of it. Suguru’s was more potent, but it just made his scent a little smokier. Satoru’s, on the other hand, was sharp, a burst of cinnamon against the syrupy sweetness of his usual scent. Everything combined was so heady, so overwhelming in the best way possible, that your eyes fluttered shut, and you bit your lip to keep from moaning out loud.

“Ah-ah, none of that,” Suguru chided, reaching up and squishing your cheeks together slightly until your bottom lip was no longer caught between your teeth. 

Your eyes opened again at the touch, your pupils blown wide as you gazed down at the alpha in front of you.

“We want to hear you, little one. How else are we supposed to know if we’re making you feel good?”

“Sugu likes it noisy,” Satoru added, leaning in to whisper in your ear. He trailed one hand down your stomach to your thigh, rubbing little circles on the soft flesh of your inner thigh with his thumb as he spoke. “You’ll see soon enough, but he’s a talker… loves when I talk, too. Loves when he fucks me dumb and all I can do is moan and whine and whimper, all because of him…”

Though the other bunny was speaking to you, both of you had your eyes locked on the fox, all of you waiting for someone else to move first. Your heart pounded in time with Satoru’s, your bodies finding an odd, instinctual sort of comfort in each other; two prey hybrids against one predator.

Said predator’s gaze was still locked on yours, his lips curling into a hungry smirk, now that he knew that you wanted him – wanted them – just as bad as they wanted you. He shrugged slightly at Satoru’s words, and he pushed himself up from where he’d knelt on the floor in front of you, once again towering over you. 

“Since you were so quick to insist that you didn’t need me,” he cooed, taking a step back from the bed. “Why don’t you two get started, hm? Get them ready for me, pretty boy.”

Before you even had time to fully process the alpha’s words, Satoru was moaning in your ear, then practically dragging you further up the bed with him. 

A rather undignified squeak of surprise escaped you at the movement, but you were too taken aback to try and fight it at all. Next thing you knew, you were on your back, staring up at Satoru with wide eyes. 

“You ready?” he asked, eyes glinting as he stared down at you.

“I, uh… ready for what, exactly?” You felt your cheeks burn with both arousal and embarrassment, your brain already feeling a little unfocused, and they hadn’t even touched you yet.

“Sex, duh,” he replied, but he couldn’t quite stifle the giggle that accompanied his words. The sound helped relax you a bit, and you smiled up at him.

“I’m pretty sure we’re wearing too many clothes to have sex,” you told him, a soft laugh escaping you, and he grinned, winking playfully at you.

“That we are, little bunny,” he agreed, tugging lightly on your ear. “But I’m gonna take care of that right now, don’t you worry.”

You wrinkled your nose at him, and it twitched a bit, the movement involuntary. Pulling your ear from his hold, you frowned up at him. “You’re a bunny too, y’know.”

“Ah, yes, good catch! I, however, am not small, in any sense of the word. So you’re my little bunny.” His smile sharpened into a smirk, and the sight, combined with the implications of his words and the outline of cock that had been pressed against you mere moments before, had heat stirring in your belly. 

When you offered no further comments of protests, Satoru got to work ridding you of your clothes, so quickly you were worried he might tear them in his haste to have you naked beneath him. By the time he reached your bra, though, you batted his hands away.

“I’ll do this part, if you ruin this I’ll be very upset with you.” The bra wasn’t anything especially fancy, but you still took care of it as best you could, because you liked the way it made you look. “Besides,” you added, reaching around to undo the clasps. “Don’t you also have to be naked for us to have sex?”

Satoru pulled his shirt over his head as you spoke, and he huffed quietly when it got stuck on his ears for a moment. He smirked at you again afterwards, though. “Hmm, not necessarily, no. But I’ll be nice and get naked anyways.”

You rolled your eyes at his words as you tossed your bra off to the side, presumably in the direction all your other clothes had ended up. As you settled back against the pillows, you went to cross your arms over your chest out of habit, but stopped when you caught Suguru staring at you. He said nothing, but his meaning was clear: there would be no hiding from either of them tonight, or ever. You were theirs now.

In just a few seconds, though, your view of the fox was interrupted by your fellow bunny, who looked like he was ready to go all night with you and completely ignore his partner sitting in the chair across the room. “Lay back and spread your legs for me,” he encouraged. “I’m dying to taste that pretty little pussy of yours.”

His words came as a shock, and you felt your face burning all over again. “You don’t, uh. I mean, you don’t have to do that. Really.” You pressed your knees together as you spoke, unsure how to proceed. None of your former partners had ever expressed interest in going down on you, so you weren’t sure if Satoru felt obligated to do this, or what, but you didn’t expect him to frown at you.

“I know I don’t have to,” he confirmed. “But I want to. Like I really want to, if you’re comfortable with that.”

All you could do for a few long moments was stare at him, as if waiting for him to laugh at any second, for him to tease you for falling for such a silly prank, but he never did. His eyes were focused on your face, though they were now more black than blue because of how dilated they were.

“You can tell him no, little one,” Suguru assured from his seat across the room. “You’re calling the shots here. If you say no, it doesn’t happen.”

Once again comforted by his words – and baffled that you had so much control over this situation – you let out a soft, trembling breath, before looking back to Satoru. “If you really want to…” you agreed quietly, hesitating a moment longer before you complied with his earlier request, leaning back against the pillows and spreading your legs.

“I really do,” Satoru confirmed yet again, and as you spread your legs, his gaze instantly dropped to his prize. He was quick to settle down on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your thighs once he was eye-level with your cunt. 

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re dripping for us already.” He sounded almost in awe of you and your body as he spoke, and if his hold on your thighs had been any less sure, you would have slammed your legs shut again. As it was, you squirmed uselessly in his hold, face burning in embarrassment.

“Stop staring,” you whined, hoping you didn’t sound as flustered as you felt. “If you’re gonna use your mouth on me then get started already.” The attempted scowl on your face vanished as he bit down on the plush of your thigh, and you yelped. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Isn’t it?”

“Satoru,” Suguru chastised, and both of you froze at his tone. “Don’t be mean to them. Do what you promised, or I’ll have to punish you.”

Satoru’s ears dropped at the mention of a possible punishment, and he nodded slightly. “Yes, alpha,” he said, then pressed a gentle kiss to the spot he had bitten. “Sorry, little bunny,” he apologized quietly, holding your gaze as he spoke.

Still feeling a little baffled by how quickly Satoru had obeyed Suguru, you simply nodded your forgiveness.

He seemed to relax a bit then, and he dropped his gaze once again. His intense focus on such an intimate part of you had you feeling beyond flustered, so you leaned your head back into the pillows, staring intensely at the ceiling. You could feel his hot breath against your slick soaked skin, and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what he was waiting for.

“It’s not very polite not to look at someone when they’re pleasuring you, little one.” Suguru’s voice had a teasing lilt to it, but you could tell he wasn’t entirely kidding.

Is that seriously what’s stopping him? you thought to yourself, but you didn’t say the words out loud. Instead, you replied, in a voice much smaller than you expected, “I can’t look at him.”

“Why not? Is something wrong?”

“No? I-I don’t… I don’t know,” you stammered. “Nobody’s ever gone down on me before. I can’t look at him while he does it.”

There was a beat of silence, then another.

“Can you look at me instead?”

That caught your attention. You lifted your head from the pillow once again, though this time you focused on the alpha across the room, rather than the omega between your legs. This is manageable.

“Hmm, there you are,” the fox hummed, giving you an encouraging smile. “Better?”

“Much,” you agreed quietly, and you were surprised to find that meeting his gaze was exactly the thing you needed to ground you.

“Good, I’m glad. You can start now, Satoru.”

The first swipe of his tongue up your folds had your whole body trying to jerk away from the touch, though the movement was involuntary. It didn’t feel bad – in fact it felt good, really good, as he pressed in closer, his tongue exploring places even your fingers had rarely touched. When he moaned against you, your head dropped backwards at the intensity of the feeling.

“Ah ah, little one.”

Suguru’s voice had Satoru stopping his movements, despite the fact that he wasn’t the one being spoken to. You whined pathetically as his tongue pulled away from you, and you couldn’t help but pout.

“Eyes on me,” Suguru continued, the words clearly directed at you, “or you don’t get to cum yet.”

Instantly your head shot up, and you stared at the alpha wide-eyed, breathing a little heavier than you had been before.

His expression was smug once you met his gaze, and even if you hadn’t been able to see his smirk, you would’ve been able to hear it in his voice. “Very good,” he praised.

With the confirmation that you were doing as you were told, Satoru was quick to get back to work, moaning into your skin as he licked up your slick. Some part of your brain was insisting that no omega should enjoy the taste of another omega’s slick, but Satoru had never been what an omega should be, so you shoved the thought aside.

Just as you pushed the thought from your mind, the bunny between your legs wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. It felt as if all the air had been sucked from your lungs, and your thighs clenched around his head, though that only made him moan louder into you.

Somehow, you managed to keep your eyes open and locked on Suguru, even if your vision was a little fuzzy around the edges. When he spoke to you again, though, it took a bit more focus to really hear him.

“You can touch him, you know.”

“Wh— oh my god — what do you mean?”

A small chuckle escaped him, and he tilted his head slightly as he gazed at you. “You can touch Satoru, if you want to. You won’t get in trouble, or anything like that. In fact,” he glanced down at the other bunny’s fluffy white head, “I can confidently say he wants you to touch him. Isn’t that right, pretty boy?”

“Please,” Satoru whimpered, barely pulling away from your cunt long enough to speak, and he was quick to dive back in, this time working his tongue into you.

You weren’t sure what the noise you made was, but you didn’t really care; all you could focus on was the feeling of his hot, wet tongue working you open. Without even thinking about it, your hands flew from the bedsheets to his hair, tangling the strands between your fingers and pulling, much harder than you’d intended to. There was no room for you to even attempt an apology, though, because the sensation had him moaning louder than before, and he rutted his hips down into the mattress.

“Told you,” Suguru chuckled, but neither of you really heard him, too lost in the way Satoru had his mouth on you, licking up your slick like he’d die without it.

When the other omega pulled his mouth away from you, you whimpered, dropping your gaze from Suguru’s to Satoru’s. Before you could form any sort of complaint, though, you watched as he released his hold on one of your thighs and pushed one of his long fingers into you.

Your brain short circuited at the sight, and you let out a strangled moan, unable to tear your eyes away from his hand. He worked you open carefully, first with one finger, then with two, and before you knew it he was curling three fingers into your sweet spot, the pleasure of it so intense you were nearly cross eyed, especially with the way he was still sucking on your clit. 

“I told you to get them ready for me, didn’t I, pretty boy?”

“Yes,” Satoru answered instantly, the word muffled against your skin; the vibrations of it had you moaning quietly.

“And do you think your fingers are going to be enough for that?” His voice was a little darker than before. Not scary or overtly predatory, just… more intense, more focused; hungrier.

“N-no, alpha,” Satoru panted, thrusting his fingers faster, panting heavily into your pussy. “Want to taste them first, please? Wanna make them cum all over my face…”

There was a pause, somewhat tense as both you and your fellow bunny waited for the fox’s answer.

“Well, when you ask so nicely,” he practically purred. “Go ahead, Satoru. Make a mess out of them.”

That was all the permission Satoru needed. He latched onto your clit once again, alternating between sucking and tracing patterns against it with his tongue, his fingers abusing your sweet spot until you were seeing stars.

You barely recognized the scream that tore its way out of you as your own voice, too busy thrashing in his hold, thighs clamping down around his head once again. You gushed slick everywhere – all over his fingers, all over his mouth, all over the sheets – until everything was wet and almost sticky with it. 

Though you had no memory of closing your eyes, it wasn’t long before you heard Suguru’s voice, now much closer than before, gently calling your name, asking you to open your eyes for him. Eventually you managed to comply, slowly fluttering your eyes open to look up at the fox.

“There you are,” Suguru praised quietly. “Pretty boy really did a number on you, huh?” He brushed your hair out of your eyes as he spoke, and you weren’t really sure if he expected you to answer him or not. You stayed silent, more focused on catching your breath and coming down from the most mind blowing orgasm of your life, and your silence didn’t seem to bother him at all.

“What about you, pretty boy. How’re you feeling?” You managed to follow the alpha’s gaze – albeit a bit sluggishly – as he turned his attention from you to the other omega, and what you saw had your face burning all over again.

The lower half of Satoru’s face was absolutely drenched in your slick, and you could see how it was beginning to run down his chin and jaw to his neck. His hand wasn’t any better off, either: there was slick coating him well past his wrist. You were mildly horrified that you’d done that to him, but it was clear by the look on his face that he was thrilled that you’d made such a mess of him. “Feelin’ really good,” he answered, a dopey grin on his face as he sat up. The bunny leaned over you a bit then, getting as close to the fox as he could without actually moving from his spot kneeling between your legs. “Wanna taste?”

Suguru smirked slightly at Satoru’s question. “Of course I do,” he replied. Then, he reached out, lightly threading his fingers through the hair on the back of Satoru’s head, pulling him into a messy, heated kiss; a kiss that he absolutely dominated, without any sort of protest from the other man.

As you watched them, still somewhat dazed, you realized that, at some point between getting up from his seat across the room and joining the two of you on the bed, Suguru had stripped himself of his clothes, leaving him just as bare as the two bunnies waiting for him. There was a part of you insisting on looking down, on getting a good look at his cock while you could, but you were too caught up watching the two men kiss.

Some time later – minutes or hours, you weren’t sure – they broke apart, both of them panting against each other. “Delicious,” Suguru murmured after a moment, licking the last vestiges of your slick from around his mouth. “I’ll have to get a taste first hand next time, but for now, pretty boy, you need to finish preparing them for me.”

Satoru nodded obediently, though a soft squeak escaped him as the other man reached around and tugged lightly on his tail, just to tease him a bit. The bunny huffed indignantly, but the effect of his reaction was lost when you saw that his pupils were still blown wide and his eyes were still slightly glassy as he focused on you.

“You ready for more?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as he looked down at you. “Or do you need more time to catch your breath?” As he spoke, he reached down and began to stroke himself with the hand still coated with your slick, his breath stuttering a bit at the touch.

Thankfully you had managed to catch your breath by this point, and you nodded dumbly for a moment. “Yeah, I’m ready,” you confirmed, sounding more steady than you had expected, given your brain was still catching up to your body. 

“Thank god,” Satoru sighed, then shuffled into a better position, hovering over you and propping himself up on the hand not currently occupied. “I’ll be careful,” he promised, his voice gentle and sweet. 

You nodded again, trusting him to keep his word, and spread your legs a bit wider to better accommodate him. A gasp flew from your lips as he lined up with your entrance and slowly began to push forward. You’d known he wasn’t small, but feeling the outline of his cock against your back was not the same thing as feeling it pushing its way into your body. Your hands shot up to his shoulders, nails digging into the pale skin there as he slowly filled you, inch by impossible inch. 

When you felt his hips finally meet yours, you both let out a shaky moan, and he dropped his forehead to yours for a moment, now propping himself up on his elbows so he wasn’t fully crushing you into the bed.

“Can I have a kiss?” he asked quietly after a few moments, and the question caught you a bit off guard, especially since he seemed a little nervous to ask.

Pushing on his chest a bit so you could get a proper look at him, you scanned his face to figure out what, exactly, his goal was, but all you found in his expression was earnestness and hope, and the tiniest hint of worry. “...Yeah,” you agreed after a moment. “Yeah, you can have a kiss.”

The little grin that tugged at his lips was more adorable than it had any right to be while he was buried balls deep in you, but you found yourself smiling back anyways, allowing your eyes to slip shut for a moment as your lips made contact.

Though the kiss started as a soft, chaste press of lips, it quickly devolved into deep, sloppy kisses, barely enough time to breathe in between each kiss. Your ability to breathe was well and truly stolen for a moment as Satoru began to move, gently rocking his hips up into you at first, then eventually beginning to properly thrush, pulling out a bit before pushing back into you again.

Each movement had you panting and moaning beneath him, one hand still gripping his shoulder as the other trailed up his neck to tangle in his hair. “Ho— o-oohhh — h-how is this preparing me for Suguru?” you asked, doing your best to focus on the omega above you, despite how good he was making you feel.

“He’s bigger than I am,” Satoru answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He noticed the way you tensed slightly and shuddered at his words, and he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay,” he soothed, and you could hear a quiet purr rumbling in his chest as he spoke. “That’s what this is for, ‘kay? I keep making you feel good, make sure you’re nice and ready for our alpha when it’s his turn.”

Apparently still able to scent your apprehension, the bunny pressed a few more soft kisses down the side of your face, still purring quietly all the while. “It’s ok if you don’t think you can take him,” he murmured. “If you need to tap out after me, that won’t hurt his feelings. He’s gonna fuck me either way. After you and I are done you can participate as much or as little as you’d like, little bunny. Whatever you say, goes.”

Something about the tenderness underlying his words, and the sweet way he called you “little bunny” had you practically melting beneath him. “Okay,” you murmured, turning your head to catch his lip in another soft kiss, letting the touch linger longer than was strictly necessary, simply enjoying the intimacy while you could.

“Satoru?”

“Yes, bunny?”

“I appreciate how gentle you’re being with me right now, but my guess is Suguru won’t be as gentle.”

A small laugh escaped him, and he shook his head slightly. “You’re right,” he confirmed.

“Then I really think it’ll be better for all of us if you stop moving like you think you’ll break me and just fuck me.” Even as you spoke the words aloud, you felt flustered, but Satoru just smirked.

“Your wish is my command.”

He shifted his position slightly, guiding your legs up to wrap around his waist. Once he was confident you were settled, he started moving again. The sharp shift in the way he was fucking you was enough to make you yelp, though the sound dissolved into an unabashed moan, your grip on him tightening everywhere, desperate not to get jostled away from him.

It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to feel another orgasm building, but you were powerless to do anything but hold on for the ride and moan the omega’s name as he brought you to new levels of ecstasy.

Satoru’s pace faltered a few moments later, his hips stuttering to a stop as he gasped. You whined softly, but shifted until you could look over his shoulder to see what had happened.

Suguru was kneeling on the bed behind Satoru, a hint of a smirk on his face as he gazed down at you. “Please,” he said evenly. “Don’t stop on my behalf. It’s absolutely delicious to watch.”

When Satoru shivered and moaned loudly in your ear, you looked down from the alpha’s face, not entirely unsurprised to see he was currently fucking Satoru’s pussy with his fingers.

“Awe,” Suguru taunted. “Is this too much for you, pretty boy? Do you need me to stop?”

“No!” Satoru answered immediately. “N-no, feels good… wan’ more, please, alpha?”

The fox seemed to consider for a moment, his ears and tail twitching in sync, before he came to a decision. He withdrew his fingers and landed a solid smack to the omega’s ass. “Make our little one cum first.”

“Yes, alpha.” 

Clearly not wanting to disappoint Suguru, your fellow bunny resumed his relentless pace from before, hips stuttering a bit as Satoru began to fuck him with his fingers again, but he didn’t stop this time, and was easily able to regain his rhythm. 

Ever a quick study, it wasn’t long until Satoru found your sweet spot, and once he found it, he adjusted his hips to make sure he nailed it with every thrust. He nibbled and sucked at your neck as you whimpered and writhed beneath him, thighs beginning to tremble where they were locked around his waist.

“You gettin’ close, little bunny?” he asked breathlessly, barely biting back a moan of his own as he waited for your answer.

“Uh-huh,” you whined, tilting your head to grant him further access to your neck. “Need more, ‘Toru, please…”

“I got you,” he promised. One of his hands snaked between your bodies, his palm resting on your lower belly as he reached down with his thumb, rubbing slow circles on your clit, the pace of his thumb a stark contrast to the pace of his hips.

“Cum for us, little one,” Suguru encouraged from above.

That was all it took. You wailed as you tipped over the edge into pure bliss again, your vision whiting out for a few moments as you shook almost violently in the throes of pleasure. Satoru was still rock hard inside you when you came back to yourself, though his thumb was – thankfully – no longer on your clit. His movements were more subtle now, more of a rocking motion as he moved back and forth into the wet heat of your cunt and the welcome intrusion of Suguru’s fingers.

“Please,” he whimpered, looking over his shoulder at the alpha. “Please, wanna cum, need to cum, please…”

“Shh,” the fox soothed. “No need to beg this time, pretty boy. You’ve done very well.”

The bunny whined at the praise, blush instantly coloring his cheeks as he rocked back onto the fingers in his cunt.

“Want you to cum inside them, yeah? Get them nice and wet for me…”

Satoru moaned the loudest he had all night at the command, and he nodded, moving his hips with purpose again now, though his movements were a bit uncoordinated. That didn’t matter, though, because soon enough he was pressing his full length into you one last time before spilling into you, simultaneously gushing slick over Suguru’s hand.

The sudden warmth filling you made a shiver run down your spine, and you moaned quietly at the feeling; it was much more pleasant than you would’ve expected. You were a bit surprised Satoru didn’t fully collapse on top of you then, but when you felt a larger, more calloused set of hands gently unwrapping your legs from around the other bunny’s waist, you realized it most likely because Suguru was planning to move him out of the way.

Your theory was proven right when, rather than falling down on top of you, Satoru flopped onto his back beside you on the bed, breathing heavily and staring almost unseeing at the ceiling. A moment later, a curtain of dark hair encroached on your vision, and you turned to look up at Suguru.

His narrow eyes crinkled around the edges as he smiled down at you. “Feeling alright, little one?” he asked gently, ghosting his fingers along the hickies Satoru had left down one side of your neck.

You hummed softly, giving him a slight nod, lashes fluttering and goosebumps raising your skin at the featherlight touch of his fingers on your throat.

“Good, I’m glad. How about a little breather, hm? Pretty boy over here will get all pouty if I don’t pay attention to him, too.” Though his words teasing in nature, almost taunting, the affection in the alpha’s voice was unmistakable.

His comment made you giggle softly, and you nodded. “Breather sounds nice,” you agreed. “I just get to lay here and relax?”

“Yeah, just relax,” he confirmed. “Roll over for me, I’ll help you get comfortable.”

You did as you were asked, flipping over so you now laid on your stomach, rather than your back. You jumped slightly as you felt him lift your hips with one hand, but quickly mellowed out when you realized he was just sliding a pillow under you.

“Comfy?”

“Very,” you hummed, unable to stop the purr that began to vibrate in your throat. “Go get him off before he starts whining.” You gestured in Satoru’s direction, eyes half closed as you allowed yourself to really relax.

That made Suguru laugh softly, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before moving over to the other bunny, who seemed to be more coherent now, given that he looked displeased, and his bottom lip was jutted out.

“I don’t get whiny, and I don’t pout,” Satoru insisted.

“You’re pouting right now, pretty boy,” Suguru teased, smiling down at him.

Satoru said nothing, just huffed and looked away from the alpha above him. “You’re so mean to me.”

“Ah, but you like when I’m mean to you.”

“In bed.”

“Yes, pretty boy, I know. Only in bed.” Suguru began to press soft kisses down Satoru’s body then, pausing at his chest to take one of the omega’s pretty pink nipples between his teeth and tug lightly. 

Satoru squeaked at the feeling, body jerking and gracelessly trying to swat the alpha in retaliation. “No fair! You promised you wouldn’t use teeth on them anymore.”

“Sorry,” Suguru apologized, not looking particularly sorry at all. “Won’t happen again.”

As they bantered back and forth, their affection for each other rolling off of them in waves, you watched silently from the sidelines, a soft, if slightly sad, smile on your face. Though you’d been in relationships before, you’d never had anything like what the two of them had, either romantically or platonically. Not until you’d met them, anyways.

They had always been so sweet to you, welcoming you into their world so quickly. You knew they never needed to pretend to be anything they weren’t when they were together, and the more time you spent with them, the less you felt like you had to pretend around them, too. It was nice to have people you trusted so much, and who trusted you the same; to love someone and have them love you in return.

Because really, you did love them, and you’d told them that before, more than once. It was a sentiment you knew they returned – they’d said it to you more than enough times for you to believe them – but the longer you thought about it, the more you realized that the line between romance and friendship with them had long since blurred, and that began to weigh on you.

Do I want what they have, or do I want… them?

Almost as soon as the thought crossed your mind, you shoved it aside; now was certainly not the time to be unpacking all of that.

You were quickly pulled back into the moment and out of your thoughts when you heard Suguru say your name. Only, he wasn’t talking to you, but about you, as he ground his hips into Satoru’s, buried to the hilt in the omega’s pussy. It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about, but eventually you realized he was talking about… biting you.

“They’d look so pretty with my mark on their neck, don’t you think, pretty boy? Let everyone know who they really belong to, who loves them more than anyone else.”

Satoru whined, though the sound wasn’t entirely pleasurable. “You said you’d bite me first,” he replied, voice quiet and smaller than you were used to hearing. “You promised, promised I’d be first, even when we fell for them. You promised.”

The pain that laced the edge of Satoru’s words nearly broke your heart, and before Suguru had a chance to say anything, you decided to cut in.

“Bite him first,” you said quietly, meeting the fox’s dark, steady gaze. “Keep your promise, bite him first. I’m not going anywhere.”

His eyes flashed at your words, and an almost hopeful look crossed his face, before he looked back down at Satoru. “You heard them, pretty boy. They’re not going anywhere.”

The bunny smiled at the news, letting out a little chirp – the single most adorable sound you’d ever heard him make – at the news, though soon enough he was gasping and moaning again as the fox fucked him a little harder, kissing and sucking down his throat and pumping his cock in time with his thrusts.

“F-Fuck, alpha, gonna cum,” he whined, bucking his hips up into Suguru’s fist.

“Cum for me, pretty boy,” Suguru cooed. “Cum for me and I’ll bite you.”

The words had barely left the alpha’s mouth before Satoru was crying out, writhing and bucking his hips as he spilled over Suguru’s hand, coating his fingers in white.

At that same moment, Suguru fulfilled his promise, biting down hard on the curve of the bunny’s throat, sinking his teeth into the scent gland there and thoroughly claiming Satoru as his. Satoru tensed as he was bitten, but it was only for a split second before he went completely boneless beneath the alpha, whining and babbling his name until the alpha released his hold on his neck.

“Look at you, pretty boy,” Suguru murmured affectionately. “Even prettier now that you’re mine…”

Satoru’s answering hum quickly morphed into a whine of protest as Suguru pulled out, still rock hard and covered in the other man’s slick; he hadn’t knotted Satoru, which struck you as odd.

“It’s ok, baby,” Suguru rushed to soothe him, brushing the hair from his forehead and pressing a soft kiss to the sweaty skin there. “I’ll knot you later, alright? Gotta make sure little one’s all taken care of first.”

The words seemed to do the trick, and Satoru quieted down, nodding slightly as he rolled over to lay on his side, now facing you. “He’s gonna make you feel really good,” he murmured, reaching out towards you and taking your hand. “His knot feels incredible.”

You giggled softly at his words, though you were sure he was being entirely sincere as he spoke. You squeezed his hand gently, only pulling away when Suguru removed the pillow from beneath your hips and rolled you over onto your back once again.

“Hi,” he greeted with a small chuckle. “You ready to take me?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but the words died in your throat as you finally got a good look at him, your eyes going comically wide. 

His cock was huge. Maybe not quite as long as Satoru’s was, but it was much thicker, which reignited your worries from earlier in the evening.

“Hey, look at me,” Suguru called, gently tilting your chin up until you met his eyes again. “We can stop right here if you want. If you’re not ready to take me, that’s okay. And if you don’t want to have sex but you still want me to claim you, we can do that too.”

Knowing you still had the option to back out, even now, and knowing neither of the boys would be upset with you if you did was enough to bolster your confidence. “I want to keep going,” you told him. “Want you to knot me, claim me as yours.”

“I can definitely do that,” he said, purring a bit as he leaned down and kissed you. Much like your kisses with Satoru earlier, the touch went from sweet and chaste to desperate and devouring in just a few short moments. 

As the alpha broke the kiss and shifted to sit back on his knees, you whined and attempted to follow him, but he kept a gentle hand on your stomach to keep you down where you were. “Wanna see what a mess Satoru made of you,” he said, a wicked gleam in his eye.

You swallowed thickly and nodded, not protesting as he placed his hands on your knees and pushed your legs apart, staring down at your messy, dripping pussy. When he let out a low whistle at the sight, you whined in embarrassment and covered your face with your hands; you couldn’t believe he wanted to see all that, couldn’t believe you were letting him, couldn’t believe he was enjoying it.

“Pretty boy sure did a good job getting you ready for me, I’ll give him that,” Suguru said, wanting to have just a bit more fun teasing the two of you, his two bashful omegas, before he gave you what both you and he wanted so badly. “That’s good, though. It’ll make it easier for you to take me.” He rubbed his hands up and down your thighs for a moment, waiting until you peeked through your fingers at him. 

“It will?”

“Yes,” he confirmed. “The glide will be nice and easy, no dry friction or anything to worry about causing any pain. It’ll still probably be a bit of a stretch,” he added. “But it’ll be much easier on you this way.”

The tension bled from your shoulders at his words, and you nodded again, slowly pulling your hands away from your face. “What are you waiting for, then?” you asked him, biting your lip lightly after you spoke; you normally weren’t one to tea or speak so playfully in bed, but these two brought out a different side of you than any of your previous partners, and for that, you were glad.

“Well when you put it like that,” Suguru replied with a grin, spreading your legs a bit wider so he could settle between them more comfortably as he leaned down over you once again. He pecked a quick kiss to your lips as he lined himself up with your entrance. “I’m not waiting for anything anymore.”

He pushed in slowly, just as Satoru had, but you could feel your walls stretch to accommodate his girth. You clenched around him involuntarily, and he hissed at the feeling. 

“Deep breaths, little one,” he murmured, helping you breathe in time with him, which in turn helped you relax and release the tension in your body. Before you knew it, he was fully seated inside you, and you cradled his face in your hands as you both took a moment to breathe.

“Suguru?” “Yes, little one?”

“If you don’t knot me soon I think I might combust.”

A small laugh burst out of him then, and he easily captured your lips in a kiss. “I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” he assured you. “I’m as desperate for this as you are.”

And desperate you were. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you pulled him into another kiss, your fingers slipping through his silky black hair as you attempted to find something to hold onto, something to ground you as he fucked you, every movement deep and intentional, as if he had a mission to accomplish, because he did. Both of you were eager for him to knot you, to bite you and claim you as his just like he had done with Satoru a bit before.

You whined against the fox’s skin as you buried your face in his neck; he was making you feel amazing, but it wasn’t enough.

The feeling of another set of lips trailing down your arm to your shoulder had you gasping in surprise, and when you turned to see what was happening, you were pleased to see that it was your fellow bunny coming to help. He twitched an ear affectionately in your direction, and you did your best to return the gesture, a sweet – if somewhat fucked out – smile on your face as you looked at him.

Taking the gesture as an invitation, he leaned in and kissed you slow and sweet, his light purrs vibrating into the kiss and making you scrunch your nose as the feeling, but it wasn’t unpleasant. You allowed yourself to get lost in the kiss and the feeling of Suguru’s thick cock filling you better than anything or anyone else ever had, so when you felt two of Satoru’s dexterous fingers land on your clit and start tracing little infinity symbols, you gasped, beginning to writhe under the pleasurable stimulation. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you warned, the words escaping you on a high pitched, whining moan, and you clenched around the cock inside you.

Suguru moaned in return, licking up the side of your neck left unblemished by Satoru before he spoke. “That’s okay,” he mumbled into your skin, placing hot, wet, openmouthed kisses haphazardly across your skin. “Let us make you feel good, don’t worry about anything else.”

You could only nod in response to his words, and seconds later you were falling apart, moaning high and breathless as you clenched around him, shuddering and shaking with pleasure. “Bite,” you begged quietly. “Please, alpha, claim me…”

A low, possessive growl rumbled in Suguru’s chest at the sound of you referring to him as “alpha”, and almost instantly he was sinking his fangs into your neck, in the exact same spot he had bitten the other bunny.

The breath was stolen from your lungs as you felt him puncture your scent gland, and while your prey instincts stiffened every muscle in your body for a split second, preparing you to flee for your life, the tension disappeared just as quickly, leaving you practically a puddle underneath your fox.

Just when you thought everything was done, that it couldn’t get any better, you felt Suguru slam into you one last time, flooding your insides with warmth; you also felt the way his knot swelled, stretching you out impossibly more and locking you together for a while.

You wailed at the feeling, nails scraping at his scalp until he released your throat from between his teeth. It was as if all the adrenaline and pain bled out of you from the new bite mark in your neck, and you certainly weren’t complaining.

A soft grunt slipped from your lips as Suguru collapsed on top of you, though he did what he could to keep his full weight off of you. When he deemed that task too difficult, though, he wrapped his arms around you, carefully rolling both of you onto your sides. Satoru was quick to snuggle up behind you, reaching across your body until he could rest a hand on your shared alpha’s hip; Suguru quickly did the same, and once they were touching each other again, they relaxed. You were sure their purring was involuntary, but it was genuine.

You’d certainly slept worse places than between two purring men who loved you.

yeah i.... don't really have anything else to say. this was not proofread so i apologize for any glaring errors. also i don't know how dicks work.

tagging: @lorelune @yutaleks @dr-runs-with-scissors @kentohours @fushigurro (not tagging my usual taglist bc uhh. this is not what y'all signed up for lmao)

dividers by saradika-graphics

[tripthelightfatality]

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

[tommydarlings]

Pour it out | a.b

pairing: husband!austin x wife!reader

warnings: none

w/c: 1.1k

summary: At Jimmy fallon's infamous tonight show, a lot of interesting and funny answers get told, but not all the questions.

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“Okay, so this is how it works!” Jimmy suddenly spoke up as soon as the audience stopped clapping for you. After a few seconds of admiring the amount of people that came to see you tonight, you looked at jimmy standing right across your standing figure.

He went on explaining the game, “Each shot sits on a coaster, which has a personal question written on it, okay?” you nodded, raising your eyebrows while you tried to figure what´s in these little shots. 

“You will read the question silently but you will give your answer out loud.” he said. “And then you have to choose whether to share what the question was or you can take the shot and keep it a secret.” he finished off, eyes now on you instead of the camera which is showing all of this on live television. 

You nodded and smiled before jimmy spoke up again, “You must reveal at least one question during the course of the game.” 

“Oh okay, got it.” you told him. 

“So, tonight America is finally gonna get all the answers from me and y/n Butler, just not all the questions.” He laughed before the audience and you joined his tiny fit of laughter. “You ready Mrs. Butler?” he asked you with a grin as he turned his body towards his line of small shots. 

“I am ready Mr. Fallon!” clapping your hands together as you took a good look at your line of shots, furrowing your brows at the colours of them. 

“Alright y/n, you go first.” jimmy told you before you grabbed the round card made out of wood from beneath your shot, telling the audience and jimmy the name of the shot. 

You silently read the question in your head, furrowing your brows as a smile crept up on your face, jimmy and the audience already chuckling at your reaction to the question.

“Alright, So I’ll just answer it.” You asked the host with a smile. Jimmy immediately nodded his head, “exactly.” You bit your lip before answering the question that everybody was desperate to know,

“Vanessa Hudgens.”

Some people in the audience gasped as you tried to make out what jimmy was thinking about right now.

“Like in THE Vanessa hudgens, your husband’s ex girlfriend?” He quietly asked you, probably not a hundred percent sure if you are comfortable talking about this on live television.

After putting the wooden card back down onto the small table, you nodded, “yep.”

He thought about it for a few more seconds before he spoke up, “Are you gonna take the shot?” Pointing his pointer finger at your small, red shot.

“I feel like I can actually reveal the question.” You said right before the audience started cheering, jimmy raised his brows.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You told him as you picked the wooden card back up and told everybody your question.

“Which one of Austin’s exes do you like the most?”

The audience clapped while jimmy smiled and nodded along.

“Alright! My turn.” He claimed loudly as he picked his card up and answered,

“Michael Jordan.”

You furrowed your brows before you started to laugh, “what?” You asked him as the audience laughed along.

“Okay, look! I’m gonna do it just like you and reveal the question.” Jimmy loudly told everybody with a smile, picking his wooden card back up and reading the question, this time, out loud,

“Who was your worst kiss.” And you immediately started to laugh, just like the audience — clapping your hands together while jimmy desperately tried to explain everything.

“So! I met Michael Jordan on this charity event a few years ago and we greeted each other, like shaking our hands and then leaned in to kiss each other on the cheek.” Jimmy started to explain his answer while you tried to hide your laugh, covering your mouth with your hands.

“And I leaned in to kiss his left cheek but he leaned in to kiss my right cheek and then it… happened, yeah.” Jimmy finished with a chuckle, realising that this story is really weird.

After your small laughing fit, you picked your second card up, biting your lip as your eyes ran over the words writing on the small, hard wood.

“You have reveal at least one of these-, Oh wait, no! You’ve already revealed the first one so you don’t have to reveal that one anymore but… I would.” He said, shrugging his shoulders as the audience laughed along.

“I-, oh no, no, no, absolutely not! I cannot reveal this question.” You quickly told him, wiggling your pointer fingers from side to side as you did so.

“You cannot?” Jimmy gasped dramatically. You shook your head,

“No, definitely not but I can tell you the answer tho and the answer to this question is — yes, '68 comeback special suit.” You proudly teased the crowd and Jimmy.

“'68 Comeback special suit… like, the leather suit that Austin wore on the set of Elvis?” He asked you with a grin but you only shrugged with your shoulders before you drowned the blue shot.

“Alright!” Jimmy yelled through the big studio while the audience clapped, “I guess y/n really doesn’t wanna reveal the question.” He exclaimed before he picked his second card up and answered after everybody stopped clapping,

“Howard stern's house.” He muttered. With an open mouth, you tilted your head to the side but weren’t able to ask the host anything before he already picked his tiny shot up and also threw it down his throat.

“What?” You responded as the audience clapped once again. Jimmy sighed and put his shot glass down again before he looked up at you,

“You don’t wanna know, believe me.” Everybody laughed at Jimmy's statement before he spoke up again,

“Okay, last shot, it’s your turn y/n.” He stated before you picked your last wooden card up and read the question silently.

You smiled brightly, chuckling before you answered your question.

“Okay, well… I would say at least five times a week.” you gulped as jimmy smirked in your direction, probably already having a tiny clue about what your question could be.

He chuckled in a loud tone, “And what would Austin say?” The host teased you before the crown started to clap again.

You turned around and tried to hide your smile, biting your lip as you did so before you put the card down and quickly grabbed the last shot. Jimmy quickly reacted,

“Oh no, please tell us y/n!” He laughed but you only shook your head and put the shot glass back down onto the small table.

“Never.” You answered in a quiet tone, smirking as you did so.

You were pretty sure that most people already knew what question you got based on your answer but you still couldn’t say it.

Like Jimmy said, America’s gonna get all the answer's but not all the questions.

[helyiios]

When Greg wakes up, he's standing in the midst of a shitty morning, with shitty temperatures and shitty surroundings. There's an animal shelter right in front of him, and a 30 something Tom Wambsgans waiting for it to open.

Now, what the fuck is he even doing in fuckass 2015 St.Paul, Minnesota?

[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

[peachyteabuck]

won’t you kiss me already? (fallon carrington x reader)

summary: after fallon finds out you’ve had a bad day at work, she’s determined to make it better

a commission for @devillskettle

pairing: fallon carrington x reader

words: 2124

content warnings: work-related anxiety, slight angst about said work, lots of fluff

Everything sucks. Everything really sucks.

You’re behind on deadlines because no one you work with can do their jobs properly. Everyone in the world seems to have your email and needs you to fix something. Your Internet is out at your apartment and you haven’t had hot water for a week. You spilled your coffee all over yourself this morning, making you late for a meeting with the VP (you always keep extra clothes in your office’s closet, but a button popped off on the first shirt you replaced, making it so you had to replace it once more). The same coffee was made wrong as well, the burnt taste souring your mood even further. Your laptop needs its battery replaced, and some random man tried to see an idea you’ve had for an advertising campaign for months.

Everything really, really sucks.

You’re just grateful to be home now, even if you can’t get any work done, and you can’t relax in a steaming hot bath while sipping red wine and reading a trashy romance novel. (You’ve still got the win and the bodice ripper, but it’s just not the same without the steamy bathroom and near-boiling water.)

Sitting alone in the quiet of your apartment eating from a giant bag of tortilla chips and a similarly large container of salsa that took five minutes to open is not how you imagined spending tonight. Still, it beats being at work.

Your poor mood becomes even worse when you hear a series of knocks at your front door—a sound that normally only ever brings your elderly neighbor asking for help with her ancient television or your downstairs neighbor asking you to not “be so loud” (despite you never moving furniture). On a normal day, you’d be willing to tell the sweet Italian woman that she just needs to turn the television on before changing the channel, or politely tell the douchey frat bro who you’re sure works for an unethical startup that if he’s hearing noises that aren’t there, he should take that up with his doctor and not you. But it hasn’t been a normal day, and you’re not in your normal mood.

Praying the person at your door will just leave, you remain face down on the couch with your feet dangling off the side. Hopefully, the person will just believe you aren’t home and will leave you in blessed silence.

Knock knock knock.

Of course, they don’t, though. Of course, this universe sees you struggling and goes “hey, want it to be worse?” without waiting for a response.

“I really don’t have time for this,” you grumble, speaking at a normal volume as you open the door. “Can you just-“

You stop in your tracks, frozen in place as you take in the sight in front of you.

It’s your girlfriend, clad in a signature well-cut pantsuit, with her giant work bag on one shoulder and both hands carrying a very large bag of what smells like takeout.

“A little bird told me you had a bad day,” she says, giving you a small, tentative smile as she steps into your apartment. “Was hoping I could make it better.”

You’re so happy to see her you legitimately could cry. And not one of those cute cries, where there are a few tears and you look like a newborn dear afterward. No, not an adorable little cry. Rather, one of those deep, guttural ones. The kind where snot runs down your chin and you scream so hard your throat hurts. The kind where sobs wrack your body and leave your muscles aching. The kind of cry that changes you, that represents a turning point in your life, where you emerge like a phoenix from the ashes of your old self.

Somehow, though, you manage to keep it all inside of you (and plan to let it all out when you’re finally able to take a steaming hot shower). You manage to give your lovely girlfriend a small smile, stepping to the side to let her in. Neither of you needs to say anything as she sits down on the couch next to your deeply sad dinner selection, rolling the top of the chip bag and closing the salsa before pushing them to the side to place the bags on your coffee table.

You, ever dutiful, follow her lead and curl up next to her on your old couch.

“Tell me what’s wrong, baby,” she says, handing you a hot black plastic container with a clear lid. It’s hot in your hands, and for a moment you relish the warmth. You can feel it, somehow, in your chest, a pleasant heat simmering inside of you. Maybe that’s just what happens when Fallon is near, though.

“I just a lot,” you sigh, popping open the Tupperware-like container and letting the tantalizing smell waft into your nose. You’d spent most of the last few days eating cold leftovers—not of food you’d cooked yourself, but late-night deliveries that had gone cold as you attempted to finish work. “I haven’t had time to call a plumber and every time the Internet company schedules someone to come out. Work fucking sucks, and then I can’t come home and relax. It’s like, never-ending. Everything always sucks.”

“Hmm,” is all you hear before you begin shoveling forkfuls of noodles and chicken into your mouth. It’s good, so good, both because you’ve missed warm, freshly cooked meals, and because you’re sure this is from the expensive Thai place that’s on the other side of town.

It's out of your way, but, more importantly, it’s out of Fallon’s way. She works even more north than you do, having to cross the city just to get it. Thinking of her exerting herself like this is sweet in a way that makes your chipmunk cheeks blush.

Putting her phone down, Fallon empties the rest of the large, brown paper bag. In her hands emerges a white, semi-opaque bag smelling of a deliciously familiar scent.

“Crab Rangoon?” you ask, your mouth watering so much you can nearly feel yourself drool.

“Crab Rangoon,” she confirms, handing you the delicious morsels encased in waxy paper. “I just ask for one as girlfriend tax.”

Truly, you could cry from sheer joy and the love you have for her, and so of course, once you rip open the stapled bag, you have over the first one you see.

You then, of course, devour three of them in less time than it takes Fallon to properly mix up her pad Thai curry. Can she blame you, though?

Neither of you says anything for a while, and the quiet is therapeutic. Every day, all day, all there is at work is noise—the sounds of Teams, meetings, people chatting around your desk (did you mention you don’t even get a real office?), the clicking of keyboards and computer mice. Being able to sit in a soundless space comforts you more than anything, especially as Fallon’s leg presses against your own.

That is, until you hear knocks at the door again and roll your eyes.

“Is that how you reacted when you heard me knocking?” she asks with a snort, getting up before you have a chance to swallow your massive bite of pad Thai and meet the mystery person outside the door.

To be fair, you think to yourself as you struggle to clear your mouth. I probably would’ve been happier if I’d known it was you.

Fallon answers the door, and whoever is there is then just let into your apartment.

You don’t want to be rude, and Fallon seems to know who’s traversing his way into your apartment and why he’s got a giant box of tools, so you don’t say anything. But you still furrow your brow, to which Fallon pointedly ignores.

“Thanks for coming,” she leads the man through your kitchen and towards the back of your apartment. “Water heater is this way.”

When she returns, all you give her is a raised brow.

“That’s Greg,” she replies. As if that explains everything. “He’s the handyman we call at the office when the usual guy isn’t able to come in time.”

You nearly jump out of your chair, prepared to run and relieve this poor man of whatever duty your girlfriend bestowed upon him. “You made him come here?” you whisper-yell, pushing peanut pieces from your shirt. “Fallon, that guy probably has a wife and kids and shit. He doesn’t need to be here fixing my water heater!”

Fallon just smiles a little and stands up with you. “Babe, Greg is twenty-three and an art school dropout. I paid him like four times the usual amount for him to come. And he lives like five minutes away. Let him do this for you.”

You glare at her for just a second, trying to decipher the proud look on her face. “Fine, fine. Just-“ she squeals and gives you a kiss on your cheek, hugging you as you struggle to protect your precious dinner from the ground. “Just don’t let him fuck anything up too bad.”

“Don’t worry,” she waves her hand. “Greg’s great.”

You hope she’s right, given your snooty landlord. Fallon breaks your train of thought, though, as she speaks up once more.

“Also, uh…you don’t have to say yes-“

You brace for what she’s about to say—something you’ve heard a thousand times, but are still unsure of how to handle it.

“But I’m going to tell you again,” she pauses for a moment and waits for you to cut her off. You don’t. Neither of you attempts to meet each other’s eyes for fear “If you ever wanted to work a job at Carrington, or any company I ever own, just tell me and I’ll find an opening for you.”

“Thank you,” you finally manage. You don’t say anything else for what feels like an eternity, merely staring down at your half-finished food and letting the sounds of some random man tinkering with your water heater fill the air.

Minutes later, the man re-emerges, breaking the tender silence. When you meet his eyes, his face remains painted with the same, blank features.

Fallon, though, doesn’t miss a beat. “Router’s right behind you,” she says, gesturing with her chin. “Internet company has been blowing her off for days.”

He, still, doesn’t do anything to indicate he’s heard what your girlfriend said until he’s kneeling down to open the lower cabinet’s glass door and begins tinkering with the device. Again, awkward silence, as the nearly complete stranger hums to himself as he examines the issue.

“You’ve got a busted coax cable,” Greg says after what you feel is way too short a period of time, given how annoying the issue has been. His voice is much deeper than you expected. “Had an extra in my bag and replaced it. Should work fine now.”

Fallon’s “thanks” overlaps with your more enthusiastic “thank you so much!” as she gets up to pay him. You continue your silence, listening more than watching the interaction and subsequent “let me walk you out” despite the front door being just a few steps away.

“I think there are new episodes out of that bartending show you like,” she says when she returns, looking for the remote as she sits down. “Wanna watch?”

You nod, just grateful that you can connect to Netflix again. You also remember, as she sifts through your “currently watching” list, that Fallon does not like the bartending show very much. She called it “too flashy” once (a beautiful hypocrisy, coming from her), and doesn’t like one of the judges.

You know most of the world doesn’t see this version of Fallon. They get the version of Fallon she wants them to see—the mean, bitchy one who’d rather commit murder than be wrong or humiliated or underhanded. The Fallon who looks pristine and never has so much as a nail out of place. The Fallon who will buy out an entire company just because an executive laughed at her outfit. You’re sure this is the Fallon they want to see as well. Someone mean taking you down is one thing, but someone kind? That’s a whole other.

“What are you smiling about?” She meets your eyes for a few fleeting moments before looking back at the TV.

“Nothing in particular,” you say. You don’t want to make her uncomfortable, you know she’s a little insecure about how other people see her. That’s okay, though. You’re fine keeping this version of her to yourself. “Just that I love you.”

She smiles back, kissing you on your nose before readjusting on the couch. “Good, because I love you, too.”

[oliviasecrets]

This is life

V part one

“ the thing is that I don’t understand why I can’t go out with a friend for coffee without being seen as a date”

“y/n we’ve been through this you are not a normal person and you know it”

“Liv I honestly don’t know what to do, first this guy comes into my life and not just any guy he’s someone I’ve dreamed for a while I used to be fan I went to his concert I went through the fan girl stage, he makes me thing something could happen between us and you know his been ghosting me for 8 days. Eight fucking days I’m actually surprise we did click when he came to my apartment and yeah maybe I went out for coffee with Tim to get into Jack nerves I want him to actually want me, and yea before you tell me I know that was a very high school move from my part but I don’t care anymore.” You eventually took a breath everything was building up in you and you really had to take a break

“Baby I understand what you’re going through and yes I know that was a very immature move from your part but I beg you please make my job a little bit less stressful”

You giggles at what your friend just said “Liv I think I could really use a small vacation, at least just the weekend with my family” there was a long silence on the other side of the phone “I’ll see what I can do y/n I don’t promise anything but here’s what I’ll do for you, let’s take a bit of an advantage of the media already calling you a “slut” go out drink a lil party lol have fun okay I don’t care who you go out with but at least get laid that will help with the stress”

“Liv are you kidding me?! First of all I can’t go out I have work tomorrow and second of all ew I would just get laid with a random guy”

“Wanna bet on that y/n”

“Okay that was just one time and it was Vegas I had to do it”

“If you say so but please don’t do anything to brittney let’s just keep it low key okay?”

“I promise and thank you again for dealing with my shit I love Liv”

“I love you too bitch”

Hmm go out huh I mean the nightlife in nyc is the shit but who should I call to go out. I can check on Alex she’s down for anything but I think she has a new boyfriend so that’s probably a no. I can also call Em she’s known for being hot and messing around with hoy guys including harry styles.

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Incoming FaceTime call from emrata

“Hey love”

“Y/n are you kidding or do you really wanna go out and have fun”

“I knew I called the right person for this but yeah I’ve had a rough week I just wanna dance drink and hopefully end up in someone’s bed”

“Oh y/n I think I just fell in love with you, but okay let’s do it meet me at my place by 8 we could do a bit of a bar hopping first then we get into the real shit”

“I’ll be there by 8 love you em”

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Surprise, surprise, Jack and Urban had just arrived at New York City’s airport ready to have a bit of fun. Some thing I did not know was that Jack had an appearance this night at Jimmy Fallon’s making him be in New York will things go the way you wanted to or will it be an interesting night you would regret tomorrow, but at least you had fun and you did end up in someone’s bed.

“Urb harry up we have 3 hours left before the show and I really wanna surprise y/n”

“Jack please just stop and think things through she doesn’t want to see your ass you gaslighted her then ended up ghosted her she’s with that actor now you lost your chance”

And in fact Jack couldn’t stop thing about that were you really with Timothee was he just your friend, what was going on that’s why he was determined to stop by and see you but he never actually thought what if he showed up to your door and you were fucking someone else that was something he wouldn’t recover from

“Don’t say that I’ve just been busy and haven’t had the time to reached out”

“If you say so lover boy but what I’m doing to tell you is that expect jimmy to ask you about y/n just so you are prepared”

“Yeah I know nilam talked me through that already

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So excited for this probably gonna upload the next part tomorrow !!!!

[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.

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[forest-hashira]

Forever Yours

before i drop this here and run away, i just want to say that i welcome anyone who follows me because you enjoy my writing, but please keep in mind that this is far outside of what i usually write, so if you're following expecting a lot more of this, you're going to be disappointed. everything i've written here besides this is sfw, so. you've been informed. don't get mad at me for expecting something i told you not to expect. anyways, enjoy this!

read on ao3 here | wc: ~5.1k | cw: omegaverse, omega/afab reader, alpha kyojuro, established relationship, mating cycles (reader's in heat), knotting, mating bites, unprotected piv sex, vaginal fingering, implied chubby reader. minors do not interact.

No matter how many times he assured you it was fine, that he wanted you there, you didn’t think you’d ever get used to spending your heats with Kyojuro. 

You’d been dating for over a year at this point, but you’d only had half a dozen heats at most since then, probably less. Your heats had been irregular ever since you presented, but multiple doctors had assured you it wasn’t anything to be seriously concerned about, so you did your best not to worry about it. 

The first heat you had after you started dating had started in the middle of the night, when the two of you were supposed to watch the sunrise together in the morning. You’d immediately texted him, saying vaguely that you didn’t feel well and that you’d have to take a rain check on the sunrise, though it made you sad to do so. 

Much to your surprise, he had still shown up at your agreed upon time for your date, but instead of flowers he’d had shopping bags in his hands. He didn’t even seem upset that you hadn’t specifically told him you were in heat, just more concerned that you might not have everything you needed to get through it. You could tell he wanted to stay with you through it, but since you hadn’t invited him to, he didn’t ask, only promising that he was a phone call away if you needed him.

You made it less than forty-eight hours before you were calling him, asking if you could stay with him through it. He’d dropped everything to pick you up from your apartment and bring you back to his own. 

After that it was an unspoken agreement that you spent all of your heats with him at his apartment. 

Even having done this before, even knowing that nothing you did to make yourself more comfortable in his space could make him upset with you, nesting at his apartment still made you nervous. The first time you’d built a nest in his apartment, you’d done it in a closet, not wanting it to be in his way or disrupt his life any more than you already were. He’d told you he was honored you felt safe enough to nest in his apartment, but there was a sadness in his voice and on his face he hadn’t been able to disguise. In your delicate state, you’d wildly misunderstood the reason for his sadness, and had begun to cry, apologizing for taking up space that wasn’t yours. He’d spent a long time after that assuring you that you hadn’t done anything wrong, and that the only reason he was sad was because he’d hoped you’d nest somewhere he could join you, or at least keep a better eye on you. 

Progress had been slow, but every time your nest migrated to a more open spot, he seemed to get happier and happier. You hoped that trend would continue, because this time the only place your Omega instincts would accept as a nesting spot was his bed. 

You’d kept it small, as much as it pained you to do so: just a few extra blankets, the extra pillows from his closet, and a hoodie of his you’d slipped into. The clothing was thick, almost too warm with your rising body temperature, but it smelled like him, and you needed that to help calm you until he got home from work. 

Almost as if your thoughts had summoned him, you heard his keys in the front door, and you sat up in your nest, anxiously gripping the blanket in your lap. What if he hated it? you fretted internally. What if he’s angry I used his bed? What if—

Your anxious thoughts were stopped in their tracks when you heard him call your name, his voice full of warmth and love and tenderness, just like it always was during your heats. You didn’t call back, the words sticking in your throat, but you knew it wouldn’t take him long to find you; your scent had begun to fill the apartment a few hours before, though you’d done your best not to let it get too overwhelming outside of his room. 

Within a minute his footsteps approached and his head peeked around the door. Your heart leapt into your throat then, convinced he’d see your nest in his bed and become upset, asking you to take it apart. Instead, you watched as he took you in for a moment, then seemed to realize what you’d turned his bed into, and he broke out into a bright grin. 

He closed the distance between you in just a few steps, and he cradled your face in his hands for a moment before he kissed you. 

“You’re not upset?” you asked, once he’d finally given you a chance to breathe. 

“Upset?” Kyojuro asked, clearly surprised by your words. “Baby, I’ve been waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to nest in my bed for months. How could I possibly be upset?”

Tears pricked at your eyes at his words, and all you could do was turn your head slightly into his touch, pressing a featherlight kiss to the inside of his wrist. 

“My only concern is the size, though,” he added after a moment, stroking your cheek with his thumb to get your attention again. 

Just like the first time, you misunderstood his meaning. “O-oh, okay,” you said quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I can make it smaller, move it to my side of the bed. You don’t have to, uh. Have to share it with me.” Your voice grew softer as you spoke, barely a whisper as the last few words left your lips. You had hoped he’d cuddle you in the nest for as long as you could take it — maybe even fuck you in it later, your inner Omega suggested hopefully — but clearly he didn’t want that, and the last thing you wanted was to impose. 

“No, little flame, don’t be silly,” he chided, his fiery eyes shining as he looked at you. “I just meant it looks a little sparse, your last few have been cozier than this. Are you sure it’s to your satisfaction?”

You stared at him for a moment, a light blush dusting your cheeks. “…no,” you admitted after a moment. “I just…didn’t want to take over your space like that.”

“It’s yours to take over,” he assured you, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of your nose before finally releasing you. “Come on, I’ll help you bulk it up.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and all you could do was nod, allowing him to take your hand and pull you up from the bed, forgetting until you were standing in front of him that you wore nothing but his hoodie and your panties. 

His eyes flashed briefly at the sight, but all he did was smile. “You look comfy like that,” he said simply, giving your hand a squeeze before leading you into the laundry room. A basket full of his clean clothes sat by the door, and he easily scooped it up, carrying it back to his room. “Pick whatever you want out of there,” he encouraged. “I’m going to find every single blanket in this apartment for you, and if you want more I’ll drive to the store and buy the softest ones they have.”

A small giggle escaped you at his words, and you shook your head slightly at him. “That’s not necessary,” you assured him. “As long as it smells like you I’ll be happy.”

Reinforcing the nest didn’t take long, especially with Kyojuro there to help, following your every instruction about where to put the blankets and how best to arrange them to help the nest keep its shape. You incorporated every shirt, hoodie, and pair of pajama pants from the basket of his clothes into the nest, leaving out only the jeans and boxers. 

“It looks beautiful, baby,” he murmured, after you’d finished your work. “Do you want to lay down in it now?”

You nodded eagerly at his words, your inner omega preening as he praised your nest. Upon his insistence, you climbed in first, settling down near the center. Once you were comfortable, you looked over at him with your best puppy eyes and reached out for him. “Cuddles?” you pleaded, blinking slowly at him the way you knew always worked. 

“Anything you want,” he agreed, shucking off the jeans he was wearing before he crawled up the bed to your side, smiling at you all the while. “I’m so proud of you,” he murmured, holding you close once he’d reached you. 

“For what?” you asked, a bit confused. 

“For building your nest in my bed. For being honest and telling me you weren’t happy with the state of it when I asked, and for letting me help you make it better for you.”

The blush in your cheeks was impossible to hide, especially with the way it crawled up your ears and down your chest a bit. “Oh…” was all you could manage for a moment, his praises making you feel almost dizzy. “Thank you for helping me put it together. You didn’t have to do that.”

“But I wanted to,” he promised, nuzzling his nose lightly against your own; he wasn’t quite scent marking you, but it was reassuring all the same. “I’d do anything for you,” he added, almost to himself, and your blush intensified, making you feel as if you could burst into flames right then and there.

Not knowing what to say, you cuddled further into him, fingers tangling in the shirt he wore and pressing your cheek against his for a moment. “Could we watch a movie?” Your voice was quiet as you spoke, but he was so focused on you that he caught your words easily. 

“What do you want to watch?” Kyojuro turned away from you slightly to grab the remote for his TV from the nightstand, but even with as short as the distance between you was, you whined softly. He chuckled softly at the sound, quickly returning to his position, squishing you against him and peppering your cheeks with kisses.

“You pick,” you told him, relaxing once he had you in his arms again. Honestly, you didn’t really care what you watched; you just wanted some background noise to help you sleep. You were exhausted, and though you hadn’t said anything, you were sure your boyfriend could tell. 

A soft kiss dropped to your forehead after you spoke, and you watched as he turned on the TV, clicking around a bit until he landed on a period drama; your inner Omega cheered when you realized it was one of your favorites. 

The feeling of his hand rubbing up and down your back had you melting into him in seconds, practically purring in satisfaction. Before you could fully sink into sleep or your heat-driven headspace, you forced yourself to pull away from him enough to look up into his face. “Hey Kyo?”

“What is it, little flame?” he asked, his eyes soft as he smiled down at you.

The nickname sent a little shiver down your spine, but you ignored it for now; what you needed to tell him was important. “I want you to claim me this time.”

The alpha in your arms seemed to freeze then, and you suddenly worried you’d crossed the line. The two of you had never technically had a conversation about the subject, but it had always felt like the obvious next step in your relationship; you’d never felt the same way about anyone else, and you couldn’t imagine a future without him.

“Are you sure?” he asked after a few moments, brushing a stray hair away from your eyes. “That’s a big commitment.” He watched you closely as he spoke, trying to gauge your reaction.

You nodded eagerly at his words. “I’m sure,” you promised. “I’ve felt the way you hold back during my heats and your ruts. I really want your mark this time. I needed to tell you before I got too lost in the hormones, in case you didn’t think I meant it.”

Any anxiety you might’ve felt about the situation melted away as he pulled you into a kiss, his hands cradling your face so lovingly it almost hurt.

“I want it too,” he murmured against your lips, kissing you again softly. “I’ll mark you this time. I love you,” he promised, pressing his forehead gently to yours.

“I love you too,” you breathed out, relief washing over you at the knowledge that you were on the same page. You snuggled further into him, burying your face into his neck and seeking out his scent gland. A purr rumbled in his chest at the touch, and it made you melt.

“Get some sleep,” he encouraged, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head while the other squeezed your side gently. “I know this week is gonna wear you out, you’ll need all the rest you can get.”

That was all the encouragement you needed, purring against his skin as you finally drifted off, tucked close into his warmth.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep, but when you woke up you were sweating, suddenly feeling suffocated in the hoodie you’d put on earlier. You wriggled out of it as quickly as you could, tossing it to one side of your nest. Unfortunately, freeing yourself from the stifling garment didn’t bring the relief you’d hoped for, and you whined.

After a moment, you realized you were alone in the nest, and you sat up, turning towards the door. “Kyo?” you called out, not quite sure where he would be; he didn’t leave your side much during your heats, so waking up alone during them was uncommon. 

Thankfully, he was back at your side in less than a minute, placing a bottle of gatorade – your favorite flavor, of course – and a snack on the bedside table. “Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted, crawling into the bed with you again, kissing your forehead. “Just went to get a couple things for you. Could smell your heat setting in while you were still asleep.”

You nodded dumbly at his words, leaning into his touch as he pulled you close. You sought out his scent gland again, pressing your nose into it and taking a deep breath. The smell of him was heady, spices and woodsmoke filling your senses and making your mouth water slightly. You shifted your position slightly, pushing yourself up on your knees a bit to rub your cheek against his scent gland, eyes closed all the while. 

A low sound rumbled in his chest, and he wrapped his arms more securely around you, letting you get as much of his scent as you wanted. One hand rubbed your back softly as he held you, the other trailing down a little lower, grabbing at the meat of your thigh and relishing in the way it squished a bit in his hand; he’d always been fond of your softness, saying your squishiness and stretch marks were his favorite parts of you. He’d figured out early on in your relationship that you sometimes felt self conscious about your weight, even to the point of watching what you ate around him, but he had promised you countless times that your weight didn’t matter to him; he just loved you. 

A soft gasp escaped you as he gripped your thigh, and your hold on him tightened slightly. It was at that point that you fully realized he had removed his shirt at some point, leaving him in just his boxers. The feeling of his warm skin – he had always run a bit warm – pressed against your flushed body had a purr escaping you, loud and happy, your hips rolling into him slightly, the action completely involuntary. 

Kyojuro bit his lip as you moved against him, stifling the moan that rose in his chest. “Baby,” he murmured, after he’d gotten himself under control again. You didn’t react, seeming not to have heard his voice, so he tried again, this time pulling you away from his neck. “My love,” he murmured, a gentle smile on his face as he looked into your eyes. “Can you tell me what you need? I don’t want to assume anything or do something you’re not ready for yet.”

You whined softly as he pulled you away from where you’d been scenting him, but the weight of his hands at the back of your neck and on your hip kept you grounded there with him. Mind already beginning to grow a bit hazy, you had to take a moment to formulate an answer. “Touch me,” you replied, the words much breathier and pleading than you had intended. 

His smile turned a bit more knowing at that, his smile quirking up into a slight smirk. “Alright, I can do that. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” His words were gentle as reassuring as his hand left your hip and trailed down between your legs. He couldn’t stop the moan that left his lips this time, the feeling of your slick soaked panties making him feel a bit feral. “So wet already,” he praised, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “C’mon, lift up for me. Gonna take these off, ‘kay?” he asked, meeting your eyes again and tugging lightly at the waistband of your underwear. 

You nodded at his request, lifting yourself off of him, whimpering slightly at the loss of contact with him, though soon you’d helped him get your panties down your legs, the clothing tossed to some unknown corner of the room. 

“Gonna start with my fingers,” the fiery haired man said, bringing you back to settle on his lap for the time being. 

You nodded again at his words, more eager this time, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hand made its way between your legs. Normally you would’ve been embarrassed at the way slick was beginning to drip from your pussy, but right now you were so desperate for him to touch you that you didn’t care.

As his fingers finally brushed against your folds, you gasped, clinging to him a bit tighter without thinking about it. His touch was gentle at first, but when he found your clit he pressed his thumb to it, he began rubbing it in firm circles that made you whimper so pretty for him. “Kyo, please,” you pleaded quietly. “Need more.”

“I got you,” he soothed, kissing your temple before pushing a finger into your entrance. He pumped it a few times, though when he met with no resistance he easily pushed in a second. His fingers pumped in and out of you, curling on every few thrusts, his thumb still steady in its movement on your clit. 

Your arms tightened slightly around his neck as he started touching you more, panting against his skin and letting out little moans every time his fingertips brushed against your sweet spot. After a few minutes of that, your hips rocking into his hand slightly to meet his thrusts, he pressed a third finger into you, the stretch causing your eyes to roll back into your head. It was nothing compared to his knot, you knew that, but it still felt sinfully good the way the digits pumped in and out of your cunt, movements aided by the amount of slick leaking from you. 

Eventually your thighs began to tremble, and you buried your face further into his neck. “Feels s’good,” you whimpered into his neck. Your hips still rocked down into his hand, eagerly meeting his thrusts and adding to the stimulation of his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. 

“Yeah?” he asked softly, the hand not currently buried in your cunt rubbing up and down your thigh, almost as if to soothe you. “You gonna come on my fingers like this?” His words held no teasing whatsoever, only love and affection; all he wanted to do was make you feel good, so hearing that you were enjoying his touches made his internal Alpha swell with pride.

“Want to,” you whined, rocking your hips down a bit harder than before. A breathy moan escaped your lips then, and before you had fully realized what was happening, your lips were captured in a warm, affectionate kiss.

“You can do it,” Kyojuro praised, after he broke the kiss. He began to curl his fingers into your most sensitive spot with every thrust, his thumb moving more quickly on your clit. “C’mon, baby, come for me. Wanna make you feel good.”

His words seemed to flip a switch inside you, and you came with a cry, hiding your face and sinking your teeth lightly into the curve of his shoulder; you wanted to mark him, but some part of you was holding back, wanting him to claim you first, leave his mark on you and show how much he wanted you.

He couldn’t have stopped the grin that crept across his face if he’d wanted to, feeling very self-satisfied at the way you fell apart for him, so well and so easily. The hand on your thigh slid up your back, pressing you closer into him as he worked you carefully through your high and let you catch your breath. “How do you feel?” He asked after a few moments, nuzzling lightly at your cheek until you opened your eyes to look up at him. 

“Feel hot,” you answered honestly, and you could feel yourself slipping fully into your heat. “Need you, Kyo. Need your knot, please, need it so bad.” You were practically babbling at this point, and he shushed you with a gentle kiss.

“Alright, little flame, alright. I’ve got you,” the alpha soothed, sliding his fingers out of you to maneuver you onto your back in the middle of your nest.

A pathetic whine escaped your lips as he separated from you, and you reached out for him weakly, brows furrowed as your pussy clenched around nothing. “Please,” you whimpered, eyes slightly glassy as you looked up at him.

Kyojuro only separated from you long enough to pull his boxers down and kick them off, though as soon as that was done he was leaning into you again, fingers slipping between your legs again and rubbing up and down your soaked folds. “I’m right here,” he soothed, smiling gently down at you as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

The touch settled you a bit, and a slight smile tugged at your lips when he kissed your forehead. Your eyes slipped closed as he began to trail kisses down the side of your face to your neck, where he buried his face into your scent gland, taking a deep breath of your scent: black tea, honey, and the tiniest hint of mint enveloped him, and he dragged his tongue across the spot, drawing a shudder from you. Your fingers tangled in his hair at the touch, and you tugged, trying to get his attention again. “Please, Kyo, need you to fill me up, need your knot.”

Your words made him groan against your skin, and he pulled away from your neck to look down into your eyes. “Okay, baby. Okay,” was all he said, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before he took his length in his hand, lining himself up with your entrance before pushing in. His length slid in with ease, meeting no resistance until he was seated fully inside you.

The two of you moaned in unison once he was inside you, and you had to close your eyes for a moment as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you. He scattered kisses across your chest as he waited for permission to move, not wanting to overwhelm you at any point during this, regardless of how much he may have wanted to just start pounding you into the mattress; this wasn’t about him, after all, it was about making sure you were satisfied and taken care of.

After a few moments, you opened your eyes again, looking down at where you could still feel his lips against the skin of your chest, and you trailed your fingers gently along the curve of his jaw. Once he’d tilted his head to meet your eyes, you gave him a small nod, shifting your hips slightly to assure him you were ready.

The alpha smiled warmly as you let him know you were ready for him to move, and he shifted up slightly to capture your lips in a soft, loving kiss as he pulled his hips back, relishing in the way you sighed against his lips as he sank back into you. His pace was slow at first, far more focused on how deep he could reach than on how fast he could fuck into you. When you sank your fingers into his hair and tugged, though, a small growl slipped from his lips, and his pace quickened.

A moan escaped you as Kyojuro began to thrust into you harder than before, rolling his hips against you at the end of every thrust, the movement grinding his pubic bone into your clit in a way that had your toes curling. “Kyo,” you whimpered, nuzzling against his cheek. “Need more, please.” Your voice was soft, and if you hadn’t been pressed so close together, he might have missed it.

“Yeah?” the fiery haired man panted, nuzzling you back lightly. “All you had to do was ask, baby.” With that, he adjusted his position, pushing himself up slightly on his knees for a moment as he gathered your legs in his hands, squeezing the plush of your things as he guided your legs around his waist. Once he was satisfied with the new position, he smiled down at you again, though now his expression was a bit more predatory, like he was ready to devour you. Without another word, he leaned in again, pressing a searing kiss to your lips as he began to fuck you even harder, even faster than he had been, now chasing his own pleasure as well as yours.

A high-pitched moan had you breaking the kiss long before you wanted to, but his lips never quite left your skin, mouthing across your jaw and down your neck, licking and sucking and nibbling as he went. When he reached your scent gland, he sealed his mouth over it, grazing his teeth lightly over it. The action made you tighten around him, and he groaned, his hips slamming into the backs of your thighs.

“Fuck, baby, feel so good, all for me,” he mumbled into your skin, one of his hands leaving your thigh to reach up and pinch your nipple between his fingers, tugging on it once before releasing it, smirking slightly at the way it made you squirm.

“Only for you,” you cried out in response to his words, your grip on his hair tightening. “Please, Kyo, need your knot, please.” You clenched around him, already able to feel the swell at the base of his cock catch at your entrance every few thrusts. “Want you to claim me, wanna be yours.”

He swore under his breath, pressing his body closer to yours as he fucked relentlessly into your dripping cunt. “You want me that bad? Want me to fill you up? Want me to mark you so everyone knows you’re taken?”

“Yes!” you practically wailed, tears beginning to well in the corners of your eyes. “Fuck, please, Alpha, want it so bad, need it.” You were bordering on incoherent at this point, the knot in your stomach tightening with every slap of his skin against yours.

“Then cum for me, Omega. Show me how bad you want it.”

His words were enough to tip you over the edge, and you screamed his name as you clamped down on his dick, hips bucking up to meet his as your eyes rolled back in your head.

Kyojuro growled at the feeling, only managing to thrust a few more times before his knot swelled completely, locking the two of you together as he came, pressing as deep into you as he could. As he came, he sank his teeth into your neck, biting down on your scent gland until he tasted blood, his internal Alpha cheering as he finally marked you as his.

Your nails dug into his scalp as his knot locked the two of you together, and you swore you could feel his cum shooting straight into your womb, filling you until you couldn’t possibly hold any more. When you felt his teeth sink into your throat, your vision went white, your whole body shuddering into another small orgasm, every muscle in your body going taut until he finally released your neck.

He pulled away after a few moments to admire his work, grinning slightly at the sight of his mark on your neck. He dropped his mouth to the spot again, though this time he laved his tongue over the wound, soothing the spot as best he could in that moment. Unbeknownst to him, he’d started purring against you as he dropped his weight onto you, the sound rumbling deep in his chest and causing you to relax a bit.

Slowly, your mind came back to your body, and you couldn’t help the dopey grin that settled on your lips. Your hold on his hair loosened, your hands now sliding down to his back hugging him to yourself as you began to purr as well. “...Can I mark you?” you asked after a few minutes, nuzzling against his neck, scent marking him even though you knew your scent was all over him already.

“Of course you can, little flame. Gotta make sure we match, hm?” He tilted his head to the side as he spoke, offering you complete access to his neck.

Your expression brightened slightly at his words, and after pressing a soft kiss to his neck, you sank your teeth into his scent gland, sealing him to you, just as his bite had sealed you to him. 

He gave an involuntary thrust of his hips as you bit him, and he felt more than heard your gasp as he released another spurt of cum into your cunt. Turning his head to face you again, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, almost as if in apology. Attentive partner that he was, he immediately noticed the way your eyelids began to droop shut, and he smiled softly. “Get some rest, love,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hair away from your sweat-sticky forehead when he saw you fighting sleep. “I’ll be right here to keep taking care of you when you wake up.”

dividers by cafekitsune

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[tripthelightfatality]

I hate gay Halloween. Wdym you’re cunty Josh Kiszka from addressing your questions and concerns?

[borbi-edits]

Aramina/Fallon moodboard

From Fallon's diary:

This new musketeer... she's like one of the dashing knights from my romance novels, but she's a she. Why can't I stop thinking about her?

[geek-and-nina]

why am i smiling, giggling, and kicking my feet at something that I wrote myself. what is wrong with me

[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. 

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