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jinx-xxed · 2 months

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Feral Desires

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A/N; This feels like a crazy jump from my first smut I posted lmfao 🫡 it was also crazy writing this, I haven’t written omegaverse in forever despite it being a favorite

Summary; You’re on a mission for the First Order, well away from your alpha, which means it’s the perfect time for your heat to start out of nowhere.

Content; NSFW 18+, AFAB reader, omegaverse, omega reader, alpha Kylo Ren, mated to Kylo, heats, ruts, nesting, fingering, piv sex, knotting, biting/marking, scent marking, breeding kink, A LOT of breeding kink, protective and possessive Kylo, also very loving Kylo, tiny bit of size difference kink, conservative views on omegas (mostly pertaining to suppressants), omegaverse terms (kids referred to as pups), fluff

Wc; 6.4k

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You thought it would be fine.

It should’ve been fine.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, gods, this was not supposed to happen.

Your heat was not supposed to start a month early right when you leave on a mission.

Everything had seemed okay at first; you gathered your troops after getting your assignment—investigate an uninhabited jungle planet’s surface and find out what the First Order could gleam from it. You had bid farewell to Kylo Ren, the Supreme Leader and also your mate. Through your bond both in the Force and in the bite mark on your neck, you could tell how apprehensive he was to let you go. It had taken some convincing, but he’d allowed it. If he wasn’t swamped in a million other responsibilities that come with his new position, he would’ve joined you.

The trip to the planet had gone without a hitch, and everything had seemed like it was in perfect order. You were the first to step foot on the surface once your ships’ doors had opened with a hiss of depressurized air. It was quite beautiful when you took it all in; covered in lush vegetation and impossibly tall trees covered in moss, a few of which your ships had unfortunately crushed on their way down. Sensors indicated that the air was nontoxic and clean so you had gladly taken a deep breath. Smells came stronger to you with your aberrant status, meaning you could practically taste the planet on your tongue. It was damp and full of the smell of wet leaves and bark, along with the reek of wild animals you didn’t know the names of. Said animals were calling through the trees in chirps and barks. It was quite nice.

Stormtroopers fanned out, beginning to take notes of anything that seemed of importance or interest. You and your lieutenant, a beta named Mallory who’d been by your side for many years, were in charge of placing down beacons and sensors that would give you every piece of data you’d need. It’d tell you what’s beneath the planets surface like ores and minerals and what kind of regeneration systems it had. It’d be a slow process; taking scans of an entire, huge planets surface wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. That’s why you were given a weeks timeline for this mission. Easy enough.

Until you’d gotten a prickling on the back of your neck, until an odd amount of sweat started to build at your collar, until you could barely hold on to your data pad because of how slippery your palms had become. You’d tried to ignore it, tried to ignore those telltale signs because surely your heat wouldn’t be starting now? Surely it wouldn’t have been catapulted forward a month because your body got confused by you leaving your alpha and was doing what it needed to in order to bring him back?

“General? Are you alright?” Mallory asks you.

You realize you’d been standing there looking at your data pad like an idiot while warmth and sweat builds beneath your uniform. You look up and try to blink the haze out of your vision. Suddenly all those smells from before are so overwhelming. “I think I need to go back to the ship.” You mutter. You’re not stupid, you do realize it’d be irresponsible to try and ignore this. Hell, you can’t even get yourself to take a step forward when all you want to do is go back to your ship where the scents are familiar.

Mallory tenses, noticing the flush in your face and the way your demeanor is so off. She may be a beta but she’s still able to recognize the onset of a heat, especially yours after being your lieutenant for so long. That’s why she goes with you everywhere, to keep an eye on you. She’s perfect for times like these. “Okay. Let’s go, quickly.” She says, a gentle hand on your arm guiding you back the way you came.

She says commands through a radio while you walk, instructing the next in charge—a fresh-face captain—to continue the observations so they can at least get something out of this. You feel guilt pierce through your roiling stomach, cursing yourself over and over for not being able to see a very simple mission to completion. It’s embarrassing. It makes you wish you were able to take your damn suppressants again.

You haven’t taken them for about three years, ever since you became mated to Kylo. As soon as that happened, all of your suppressants were tossed and every medic on the Steadfast was strictly forbidden to give you any. If any were discovered, you knew exactly what price they’d have to pay. Before all that, you’d taken them regularly to give you some peace aboard the ship and keep your position as general safe. People were more willing to trust you with things if your omega status was… muted. It was easier to ignore.

The only reason you really got to keep your job was because you were damn good at it and you kept being an omega from getting in the way, so nobody cared. It was simple. Then Kylo came along, discovered you were Force sensitive, began to train you, and you fell for him hard. You ended up becoming his mate, his teeth laying claim to the skin where your neck meets your shoulder, right where your scent gland starts. He bears a similar mark from your own teeth. He was gracious enough to let you remain as a general, even if every primal instinct he has tells him to keep you away from your job because it’s dangerous. All because he knew how upset it’d make you if he took it away, and because you’re actually competent.

However, it puts you in situations like this where you’re trying to fight off an oncoming heat while you’re on an unknown planet in an unknown space and your alpha is a galaxy away from you. You’ve learned that your status as an omega comes before your position as a general.

Mallory gets you back on to your ship that’s specifically assigned to only you two for your own safety. Never before have you been so grateful for that. She heads towards the cockpit immediately, taking her seat in the pilots chair and flipping switches. You slink towards the back of the ship, craving an enclosed space and cold air. Your heat hasn’t hit you full force yet, but you know it’s a matter of hours. You know it’s a matter of hours until your brain is pure incomprehensible mush, until your body is on fire, and until there’s a need inside so deep that it consumes your entire being and only one man can satisfy it.

It always starts out slow, with everything feeling just a bit too sensitive and your temperature rising. Then you feel it in every gland you have, a slight throb to them as your scent changes and pheromone production skyrockets. You get sweaty and those stiff uniforms the First Order requires feel like they’re boiling you alive—hence why you’re removing your jacket now. Next is the nesting, creating your own little safe space where nothing can hurt you and it’s only for you and your alpha.

It’s extremely difficult in a sterile, empty ship. You can feel your omega start to panic as it realizes there’s nothing to nest with besides your own jacket and a thin, scratchy blanket from an emergency kit in the ship. Nothing with Kylo’s scent, nothing to keep your alpha close, nothing safe, it’s not safe, oh gods-

You whine low and sad in the back of your throat as you hopelessly try and try and try to rearrange your two items into something satisfactory in your little corner. It doesn’t work of course. It only serves to send you into more of a frenzy, wishing for anything else, wishing you were back on the Steadfast, back in you and Kylo’s shared rooms where you could make as big a nest as you want with his full closet at your disposal. Comfy sheets, pillows, big capes covered in his scent… thinking about it is not helping.

The ship rumbles to life beneath you and you can feel its vibrations from how your body is pressed against the floor. The cold metal helps to keep the fever raging through you at bay. You’re curled in on yourself, your hands at your neck massaging your aching glands and the bite mark that resides there. It does little to soothe your pain but it’s all you have. You faintly hear Mallory talking, though it’s drowned out by the buzzing in your head. Until a familiar, deep voice crackles through the ships comms and has you sitting up immediately, your attention laser-focused.

“I want her back on the Steadfast immediately.” Kylo says. He sounds angry, livid perhaps. It’s enough to make you feel the need to submit despite the fact he’s not even mad at you. Hearing him does something to your bond akin to reigniting it across the distance between the two of you. It gives you the smallest bit of a connection to cling on to and you wrap yourself in it, enjoying it while it lasts. You can feel his emotions, his need for you like you need him. He’s angry he isn’t there, that he can’t provide for his omega like a good alpha should. He’s irrationally scared too—scared that something might happen to you, that some other alpha might try to get to you. He’s like a ticking time bomb, ready to go off on anyone he deems fit.

“Yes, sir, I understand.” Mallory says. She looks over at one of the monitors, pressing a few controls on the screen. “Based on what fuel remains and if I avoid active fuel preservation, it should take about five standard hours to reach your coordinates.”

Five hours. By the time you reach the Steadfast, you’ll be well intro the throes of your heat, accelerated by the fact Kylo isn’t there to help you. You haven’t had a heat without your mate for a long time and your body is not happy about it. A wave of depression and anxiety washes over you, your fingers digging into the blanket and threatening to rip it.

Kylo can sense that, sense how panicked and upset you are and it only makes his rage grow. He knows he can’t do anything about the length of your return trip and it makes him feel useless, like a sorry excuse of an alpha. You almost feel bad for the staff back on the Steadfast. “If anything happens to her, I’ll have your fucking neck.” He snaps, voice crackling through the comms.

Mallory takes the threat with neutrality. It’s nothing new to her. “Yes, sir. You have my word that I’ll keep her safe.”

Kylo calls your name suddenly and it has you stumbling to your feet and towards the radio. You grasp at the back of Mallory’s chair to keep you stable. “Alpha?” You ask, voice unable to hide your desperation.

“I’m sorry this happened. It’ll be better soon.” Kylo promises, his tone softening just a bit when he talks with you. “Be good in the meantime.”

You nod even though he can’t see it. “I will, alpha.” You’d do anything he asks.

With that, the radio clicks off and he’s gone. It felt like the only support keeping you upright was just ripped away from you, his presence in your bond fleeing and leaving you with nothing. It made your chest constrict and heat lick down your back, everything seeming to spin. Mallory rises from her chair after putting the ship on autopilot. “Go lay back down. I don’t want you to collapse.” She says. “And take these.” She hands you two bottles of water that were brought along in case of emergencies. You’re going to need them more than anything with how much fluid you lose during your heat. You down one of the bottles immediately.

You obediently take the other back to your “nest”, spending another ten minutes trying to rearrange your blanket and jacket. You eventually just give up and flop down with your knees tucked up to your chest, trying to ignore the ache across the entirety of your body. Your thoughts are still coherent at least, though you can feel them steadily slipping away. Your omega just wants Kylo, wants him more than anything. Wants his scent, his strong arms, his lips on your gland, his knot.

There it is. You whimper, your nails digging into your palms hard enough to draw blood as you feel the first trickle of slick seep into your underwear. Your breath comes out in pants that fog the metal paneling under you, your face feeling like it’s on fire. You writhe on your blanket, distracting yourself with movement and trying to find any kind of position that provides relief. Squeezing your legs together helps a little, putting some pressure on your clit and releasing more slick. You know this pair of underwear is going to be unsalvageable by the time this is over.

You can feel the slick start to stain your pants, creating a wet spot that’ll keep spreading. The ache has moved lower, now settling in your stomach and making you nauseous. Its comes in waves of cramps and hot flashes and gushing slick, creating a combination that feels like actual hell. You know that that’s how it’ll stay with the intensity increasing as the hours pass without your alpha inside you. You wish so badly you could just sleep the time away, close your eyes and open them again to Kylo there to take care of you. But you don’t feel safe enough to fall asleep. Your nest is shit, the ship is too unfamiliar, and you’re right at the beginning of your heat when you’re most vulnerable without your alpha who’s supposed to protect you.

These next five hours are about to be the longest of your life.

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Time passes in a haze.

A haze full of desperation, need, fire raging in your blood, and slick coating your thighs. Your vision is blurred, like a film was put over your eyes. You try to focus on the feeling of the ship underneath you instead of… anything else. The state of being in heat is all you know now, you don’t even remember what it’s like to not be making a drooling mess of yourself over the thought of your alpha’s cock sinking into your aching cunt.

Mallory has been trying to ignore you the whole time for her own sanity; your whines, moans, panting, and the desperate whispers of Kylo’s name passing between your lips. She’s stayed well away in the safety of the cockpit, focusing on just getting you both back to the Steadfast. Even though she’s a beta and has no specific inclinations, she can still feel the headiness in the air, sticking to the back of her neck and making her skin prickle. This isn’t anything particularly new to her, she’s been by your side for years. She knows what it means to be an omega.

That’s why she’s glad when a final jump through lightspeed sends her sensors beeping and the massive hulk that is the Steadfast appears at the top of the viewport. She keeps her hands from shaking by gripping the controls of the ship, guiding it towards home base. She has no reason to be afraid really, Kylo Ren wouldn’t do anything to her without reason after she’s proved to be so faithful, and he’ll be too focused on you anyway. Still, she can’t help the little kernel of fear in her chest as your ship is latched onto by a gravitational beam and power is taken out of her control.

All of the commotion breaks you from your stupor. You prop yourself up weakly on your elbows, your jacket and blanket soaked in slick in a heap under you from all your twisting and turning. Your face is flushed like the rest of your body, your remaining clothes stuck to your skin because of the sweat. From your place on the floor you can just barely see through the viewport, watching as the ship pulls into one of the hangars. You can sense him now. He’s so close. It’s too bad your legs are too weak to support you, otherwise you’d use them to run out of the ship to greet him.

You feel the ship shake as it settles on the ground and you hear the sounds of it powering down. Mallory rises from her chair to get to the ramp controls, a hiss of depressurized air sounding as it lowers. She steps aside and bows her head as he enters. Finally.

Kylo instantly commands the entire space around him as soon as he comes aboard the ship. It’s like everything else around him fades away because nothing else matters. His black robes do a perfect job of outlining the muscles beneath them, his fractured helmet covering his face and making him look akin to death itself. He locks onto you, you can feel it, and instantly there’s a whine coming out of your throat. Your mate is here, your alpha is here after you had to wait for so long. Your excitement is like a buzzing that encompasses your mind to the point you can’t think about anything else.

And then his scent hits you. It’s musky and heavy, amplified by his rut that was triggered by his omega’s heat. He smells like a campfire in fall, smoky and laced with something like cinnamon. When you inhale it, it’s easy to imagine being in the forests of his home planet with a nice fire to keep you warm. There’s undertones of your own scent mixed in from your mating, creating a nice combination of the two to let anyone know that you belong to one another. His scent instantly becomes the only thing you know and starts your heat all over again, fresh waves of slick pouring from your cunt and cramps seizing your stomach.

Kylo smells it, it slams into him like a freight ship, sending him reeling. He resists every feral instinct in him telling him to pounce on you right then, to pin you down and fuck your heat away, to finally take care of the constant bulge in his pants, knowing that he needs to get you somewhere safe first. Somewhere other alphas won’t be tempted by you, even if you’re mated. His scent on you sometimes isn’t enough to deter the most depraved; his hands clench into fists at the thought, the leather of his gloves creaking.

“Alpha… please..” you whimper, reaching your arms out towards him, needing so badly just to feel him, to touch him. You can barely think straight, the only thing in your head being him, him, him. He can’t deny you anything. The metal panels beneath his boots thunder with the power of his steps, it makes you quiver. Alpha is so strong, so capable.

“I know. I’m here now.” He says as he scoops you easily into his arms, voice crackling through the modifier in his helmet. It sends pleasant shivers down your spine. You can hear how ragged his breathing is, can feel it when his chest is pressed against your cheek. You cling to his padded tunic, the material familiar and comforting beneath your fingers. You become surrounded by his scent and it brings some relief to the pain you’ve been feeling, putting your omega at ease with your alpha finally with you.

You shrink yourself as much as possible in his hold as he walks down the ramp of the ship, your face buried against his arm. There’s a spike of anxiety in your chest once the bright lights and all the different smells of the Steadfast reach you; the sharp metal tang, the hints of sterile cleaning products, and then the sweat and musk of every aberrant in that hangar. It’s overwhelming when you’re fresh into your heat, but Kylo is quick to soothe you. His body produces more of his own scent to mask everything else, pheromones changing ever so slightly to have a more calming effect on you. He’s still not entirely used to the way everything about him is so tailored to you and only you even after all this time, but he loves the pride he feels when he successfully gets you to relax.

All of the workers within the hangar stay well away from Kylo. Nobody is stupid enough to approach the Supreme Leader and his mate with the state you’re in. It would only end up getting their heads detached from their shoulders. He’s given a wide berth while walking through the halls of the ship, taking whatever shortcuts he can to reach your shared rooms faster. Everything feels so hot, your breath coming out in pants and your clothes so unbearable because of the way they’ve been drenched in your fluids. You’re whimpering in his arms, sounding so sad and pathetic as your fingers knead into his chest. “I know,” he says again, softer this time, “I’ll make it better.”

There’s the beep of a control panel as Kylo gets the hydraulic doors to your rooms open, bringing you inside and letting them bang shut behind him. You’re greeted with fresh, cold air against your burning skin and comforting familiarity—your safe space. Kylo goes to set you down and you nearly wail at the thought of losing contact, not able to bear it after being without him for too long. “Just one second, I promise.” He tells you, laying a large hand against your cheek, the leather warm from the heat of his palms. You listen to your alpha like the good omega you are, standing there squeezing your legs together while he removes his helmet. His beauty always manages to enrapture you. His sharp features and pale skin dotted with freckles, the black waves of his hair that fall around his face. There’s a slight flush to his cheeks, his pupils blown wide with desire. He carelessly puts his helmet aside.

Then he’s on you. His lips press against yours, hot and needy and wet, his hands coming up to grasp each side of your face. You can’t help but moan into his mouth, your arousal spiking even higher from the urgency in his kiss. You’re surprised you can even produce more slick with how much you’re already covered in but you feel another wave of it drip down your thighs anyway. His tongue licks against your teeth, exploring your mouth that you’ve willingly opened for him.

His hands are heavy weights on your hips. He moves them down to cup your ass, then lifting you easily so your legs are wrapped around his middle. His raging erection presses slightly against your aching cunt and you gasp sharply as a shiver shoots up your spine, causing you to break from your kiss. You can’t help but try to grind down on it, creating a wet spot on his pants from your slick. He groans against you, trying not to drop you from the stimulation.

He’s quick to bring you into the bedroom, kissing you with more fervor. You manage a glance backwards and see just what Kylo’s done to your shared bed. You both barely make it to the haphazard nest he’d made for you in his own desperation, his mind wanting to protect a mate that wasn’t even there and driving himself insane over it. It’s full of dark blankets, pillows, and just about every article of clothing from his closet—soft tunics, capes, undershirts—piled onto the bed so it’s positively drenched in his scent. It’s absolutely heavenly as you fall back into it, surrounded entirely by your alpha. Kylo follows after you, shedding his clothes as he goes and merely adding them onto the nest, the scent of them fresh and potent.

“All for you,” he breathes against you, sticking his face into the crook of your neck, “everything is for you.” He inhales against your gland, tongue darting out to lick sensually at it. You squirm beneath him, moaning openly as your swollen, red gland is finally given attention. His bare hands slip beneath your white tank, pulling it up and over your body, the cold air making your nipples perk up instantly. Your pants and underwear are next to come off and you squeak when your slick becomes chilly against your skin.

“Fuck,” Kylo groans, “smell so good.”

“Alpha,” you whine, wrapping your arms across his wide shoulders to bring him closer, “alpha please…”

The ache and pain you feel is starting to become too much. You need him, you need him to fuck you, to pump you full of his cum and plug you up with his knot. Just the thought of it is enough to make your legs quiver and for your cunt to flutter. He knows exactly what you’re thinking of and he feels the need in himself just as much. He needs to take care of his omega, to make sure you won’t want for anything, and guarantee that you become swollen with his pups. A growl rumbles in his chest, his cock jumping at the idea.

His hand that was on your hip moves lower and he doesn’t hesitate to sink two fingers into your heat. They meet no resistance, sliding in and out with complete ease from the way your body has been preparing yourself for this for the last five hours. You throw your head back, mouth falling open at the relief you feel from finally having something fill you, cunt clenching in appreciation. The sounds your body makes are disgusting, copious amounts of slick being sloshed around by Kylo’s fingers. It’s wet and depraved and nasty and you’re enjoying every moment of it. He uses his thumb against your clit, rubbing back and forth and nearly making you scream. That combined with his mouth altering between the glands on either side of your neck makes it very easy for you to cum. Your body seizes, muscles constricting as pleasure wracks your body.

You can feel part of that fire within you finally die down, but it’s still not enough. There’s still an ache nestled deep inside you that his fingers can’t help with. “Please! Alpha, please, more..” you cry, grabbing at his arm to try and pull him up, to make him give you what you want so badly. You need his cock, the thing red and begging for attention, standing tall against his abdomen and dribbling precum.

His fingers withdraw from the warmth of your cunt and it makes you wince and whimper at the loss, your legs immediately trying to close and rub together in an attempt to get some friction. “What a desperate thing you are.” Kylo mutters, bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth and running his tongue along them to gather your slick. You’ve seen him do this countless times but it still has your face blushing furiously. He hums his delight. “Delicious, as always.”

He gets his hand under your back, scooping you up and flipping you onto your stomach. He tugs you towards him harshly, repositioning you like a doll so your ass is in the air, your face pressed against the materials of the nest. Kylo’s scent overwhelms your nostrils, heady and aroused. A mixture of slick and cum oozes from you, dripping down the lips of your cunt and your clit and onto the bed below. You wiggle your lower half, trying to entice him. “Please… need you..” you say, voice muffled by the pillow you’re currently hiding your face in.

Kylo’s hands run from your breasts, down your sides, and settle on your hips, the rough texture of his callouses making you shiver. “My beautiful mate.” He whispers, enthralled by your body as his eyes trace over it. The head of his cock prods at your entrance and you suck in your breath. You nearly sob as he sinks to the hilt inside your cunt not even a second after, your nails digging into the blankets below you from how full you feel. Kylo stretches you to your limit, getting so deep into you it’s like you can feel him in your stomach. He sighs in relief, his massive body bending over yours so his forehead rests against your shoulder. His chest is so warm against your back, his big muscled arms braced on either side of you. You’re basically caged in and pinned down, completely at his mercy. You couldn’t be happier. Your omega keens at the attention, at your alpha displaying his complete dominance over you.

His first thrust is bliss—sliding out of you almost entirely before slamming back in, his pelvis pressed sharply against your ass. He does it again, and again, getting steadily faster with each one until he’s built up a steady rhythm that has your entire being shaking with the power of it beneath him. Your mouth hangs open, drool falling from your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head. His grunts and groans and rumbles fill your ears, your own moans rising to meet them. He presses his lips against the gland that bears your bite mark, breathing you in again and moaning. “My mate, my mate,” he says reverently along your skin, “fuck- m’gonna fill you so good. You’ll give me pups, won’t you? You’ll make me a strong heir.”

“Yes! Yes, anything!” You wail. To your heat addled mind, nothing sounds better. Nothing sounds better than him filling you so full of his cum that there’s no way you don’t get pregnant. You want him so deep that he gets directly to your womb. You want to satisfy your alpha, you want to show him how obedient you are. Yes, you’ll do whatever he wants.

“My good girl.” Kylo praises, sucking your gland into his mouth and making you scream from the pleasure. It’s so shockingly intimate, warmth blooming in your chest and spreading along your body. He’s always been obsessed with your glands, even before you were mated. Your scent brings him so much comfort, such a feeling of home that he can’t stay away. He has his nose buried in the crook of your neck whenever he can and he it turns him on when he’s able to get his tongue on them. Your scent sticks to the roof of his mouth, it becomes the only thing he knows, the only thing he can taste. He fucking loves it.

“So good, sweetheart.” He gasps, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair. He watches where his cock disappears into your cunt, entranced. “Needed to fuck you so bad..”

If your brain wasn’t pure mush right now, you’d agree with him. But you can’t think with the way his cock is splitting you open, each thrust piercing your cunt and hitting that spot right at the top that seems impossible to reach without him. It makes it feel like lightning is igniting your blood, your vision flashing white. You didn’t realize how hard you were gripping the blankets until his large hand perfectly eclipses yours, his fingers slipping between your own so you hold on to him instead.

You hear his growl by your ear as his thrusts become more erratic, knowing he’s getting close. His free hand reaches under you to your clit, fingers playing with it roughly. He’s going to make sure you go along with him. You jerk from the added stimulation bordering on overstimulation from the constant pounding of his cock and the sensitivity from you already cumming once. Your moans get louder and louder, punctuated by each thrust he gives you, breaking in the middle and becoming more high pitched than usual. Your breath is pushed from your lungs, the pillow beneath you is soaked in drool.

“Mmn, shit-“ Kylo groans. He sounds drunk when he talks, his words slurred by his rut and pleasure. “Gonna give you pups. M’gonna knot you, you’ll be so good. My perfect mate.”

Yes, yes that sounds like everything you could ever want. “Please, please! Please alpha I need you-“ you beg, finally finding some semblance of your voice. “I need your knot!”

Kylo grunts his acknowledgment, his thrusts picking up the pace as he teeters on the edge. Then you feel it. Swelling begins at the base of his cock, steadily getting bigger. His movements are forced to slow along with it, becoming more and more restricted as his knot grows. Just as you feel like he’s stretched you to the brink, he lowers his head and sinks his teeth into your bonding mark. You scream. You scream so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if someone walking by outside your rooms heard you. Your vision is pure white, you feel like you can’t breathe, and you feel such a deep connection to Kylo in that moment that it pushes you over the edge. You cum harshly around his cock and his knot, cunt spasming. He cums at that same moment, hot ropes of his seed coating your walls white and his knot plugging your hole to keep it all in.

Neither of you move for a good minute because quite frankly, you’re not able to. The aftershocks are enough to keep you frozen, simply panting and trying to catch your breath. Your entire body is buzzing with pleasure and it feels like you’re floating in the clouds. Kylo is the one to come-to first, getting his arms under you to flip you both on your sides so that he’s spooning you, chest pressed firmly against your back and his big body practically engulfing you. The movement jostles his knot and makes more cum spurt from his cock and it sounds like he chokes on his breath.

He sighs, kissing the back of your neck before shifting his attention to your bond mark. Kylo’s tongue runs over it soothingly, almost like an apology for biting you. He just felt the primal need in him to refresh the mark, to let anyone else know that you belong to him. With the way you’re absolutely covered head to toe in his scent, you think everyone across the galaxy will know. “You okay?” He murmurs once he’s satisfied.

You nod, even though it feels like too much work. “Mhm.” You’re exhausted. Your heat was completely fucked out of you… for now at least. You know it’ll come back in an hour or two, ready for the same thing all over again. At least your alpha will be with you this time.

“You did so good, sweetheart.” Kylo says, his voice so full of love and adoration for you. He kisses along your jaw to the back of your ear. “My sweet omega.” You love his praise, you love the moments after when he’s so soft and gentle with you. It makes you feel so safe and happy, like you have everything you could ever ask for. And you do, really, because he’s so willing to get you anything, to provide you with everything.

He’s quiet for a moment before kissing your gland again. You can tell something was bothering him. “Never should’ve let you go on that mission.” He mutters, anger biting at his tone. “I should’ve known it was too close.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect it either.” You say, taking his hand that had been wrapped around your waist into your own. “It’s fine now.”

“I could feel when you were going into heat,” he continues, burying his face in your neck to remind himself that you’re here, “I could feel it and I wasn’t there… it drove me fucking insane. I needed to get to you.”

You can only imagine how it affected him, sensing you across the galaxy and being so incapable of helping you at all. You get glimpses of those past emotions through your bond; how angry he was, how agitated and scared. He’s far more attuned to the Force than you are, so it was much easier for him to connect to you than it was for you to connect to him. He had to just stand back while you suffered.

“Kylo, it’s okay.” You murmur again, bringing the back of his hand to your lips to break him from his thoughts. “I’m here now. You took care of me so well. You built such a good nest.”

That seems to calm him down. “I did? I just threw what I could on to the bed.”

You nod. “It’s far better than what I had in that ship.” You nuzzle into the soft materials. “Good for pups.” Just the mention has his cock throbbing inside you and pushing out more cum, as if making sure that that actually happens. You both groan.

Once he’s done, you sigh contentedly and look around. “Though… maybe just a few things could be fixed.” You say, reaching out to fix said things as you do. They’d been bothering that primal part of you that enjoys the nesting for a while. A pillow was just a bit out of a place, a blanket wasn’t fluffed up enough by just a tad, and one of his capes was just slightly askew. It makes you feel kind of crazy, but it puts your mind at ease. The whole thing has Kylo chuckling.

He brushes hair back from your face. “You should rest while you can.” He orders. “You’ll need it.”

You’re already starting to feel drowsy again, so you can’t even argue. The low, rumbling purr that’s started in Kylo’s chest adds to it. It’s such a soothing sound—just like a cat’s purr, instantly making your body relax against him. You can feel the vibrations from it reverberated in your back. You curl up as best you can in his hold with his knot still in you, his strong arms secure around your middle. There’s no need for a blanket because Kylo keeps you plenty warm—he’s like your own personal heater.

Laying there in your big, comfy nest with your alpha holding you close and his scent all around you, with your heat finally satiated… it’s so, so easy to fall asleep.

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lvl100hummuswarrior · 6 months

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I think betty has been self conscious about her hair since she was like 10 and simon is consistently annoying about how pretty her hair is

#petrigrof #simon petrikov #betty grof #adventure time #fionna and cake #atimers #vacation days au #golbetty #i had like abysmally bad fucking rats nest hair as a kid #and i feel like thats just one of those universal weird kid experiences #simon loves that she trusts him enough to have a bad hair day around him ;_;#fluff tag

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yellowrabbitfurry · 5 days

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Yayayaay I’m finally done!! Thank you guys for being so supportive, and giving me the motivation to actually finish something!!

So without further ado, my first fanfic on tumblr!

*How the polycule might’ve started* —————————————————————————

Nightmare tossed around in his bed, groaning and growling. He hadn’t been feeling himself that day, so he had stayed in bed.

But he was restless.

Nothing was comfortable, and he could barely even think.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him; this had never happened before.

Not this intensely.. not this bothersome.

Though, he had a pretty good idea of what it was.

He had pushed down his instincts for so long, and now it was coming back to bite him.

The only person he could think of that would be able to help was Dream- the only other person he knew who had such instincts as his own.

His brother.. for just a second, Nightmare considered going to him for help.

But no.

He wouldn’t stoop so low as to go to him.

He was a strong, powerful king of negativity- he was practically a god!

He’d just deal with this on his own.

He laid restless for quite a while, before giving up completely on “toughing it out”.

He couldn’t stay like that any longer.

There was only one person who knew what was wrong, and that was himself, right?

He just had to let his instincts take over.

He laid there for another moment, trying to let himself give up control. It was hard; he liked control.

But he’d rather be a backseat driver than deal with the unbearable discomfort in his bones.

He just needed to give into to his urges- he’d suppressed them for so long, he’d forgotten what they even were.

No sooner than he let his natural instincts back back into his mind, he felt the need to get up and make a nest.

He’d had the urge before, and he had plenty of bedding to use as materials too.

But he’d never actually done it.

It always seemed childish to him, especially when he already had such a big and lavish bed.

But he wasn’t going to question himself, not now.

He was just going to do.

So, he got right up and began the destruction of his bed.

He ripped off every single blanket and pillow, throwing them to the floor in one big pile- afterwards starting off to his closet on a mission to gather more.

He had an abundance of blankets and pillows in there as well, considering how frequently he needed to change his bedding in the summer.

He dragged them all out and almost started construction on top of the bed, before deciding that it was just too tall, and his room was far too open.

So back to the closet he went. It wasn’t a huge walk-in closet by any means, but it was still rather sizable.

The perfect size for a makeshift den.. that perfect place to build his nest.

He constructed the pillows in a large nest shape, before covering them with blankets and bulking it out. He packed them in, rolled them up, tucked them around the pillows.

And then he threw one or two over the nest for good measure- to cover up with.

After he was done, he practically collapsed into the nest of bedding, curling up and getting comfortable.

In the dark of his closet, and the coziness of the nest, he was definitely much more comfortable. He thought maybe he could finally sleep…

But no.

Something was still wrong, and the king was still without rest.

The nest felt empty.. far too empty to sleep in.

He needed something to fill it with.

And so, going with the theme of the day, he didn’t stop to think about it.

He just got up from the nest and left his room, going off to wander the halls of the mansion in search of what he needed.

He stalked the halls for a short while, before halting his tracks as he heard the faint sound of voices.

It came from the kitchen- but he was sure the boys were out right now. Who was here?

Well, there was only one way to find out.

He made his way to the kitchen, silent as a shadow as he peered into the room. It was Cross and Error, who were supposed to be on a grocery run.

Maybe they’d gotten back early? Maybe he’d just been in his room for that long? It didn’t matter all too much, Nightmare decided.

As he gazed in their direction, watching them chat and snack on their chocolate, something clicked in the king’s mind.

This was what he needed, cuddle buddies.

That’s why his nest felt so empty.

And they were only talking, too- he was sure they wouldn’t mind a change in location.

He crept closer, the two smaller skeletons oblivious to his approach as he made his way.

He remained completely unnoticed, until he was right behind Cross, one hand rested on his shoulder.

The poor knight jumped in surprise, causing Error to jump as well.

There was a quiet, tense moment where the two just looked up at Nightmare.

They looked anxious, and Nightmare knew they both thought they were in trouble.

He didn’t like that, despite his usual love of others negative emotions. He didn’t want them to be nervous- he didn’t know why.

After a while of standing there, Cross spoke up in a small voice.

He was so quiet, Nightmare would’ve thought he went back to when the knight first got here.

He was so shy back then..

“B- boss..? Is everything alright..? I- I thought you were sleeping-..” he stuttered, but was quickly silenced as the king grabbed him up by his armpits, and pulled him close to his body.

He had one hand on Cross’ ass, and one on his back as he held him like one would a small child.

The poor knight just stuttered and blushed, unable to process what was happening.

Error also looked surprised, but before he could question Nightmare’s actions he was grabbed up by a tentacle and pulled close as well.

He was place over the goopy king’s shoulder, held gently in place by a tentacle.

And with nothing of importance left in the kitchen, Nightmare started back to his room.

The two tried to talk to him a few times, but they got no response outside of a hum, or “everything’s fine”.

On the way they also bumped into Killer, who Nightmare could recall was left home from the mission (to his disappointment) in case Nightmare needed something.

He stared at the scene before him in confusion, before grinning at the three.

“Well damn, boss, if you were that needy you coulda come to me~!” he teased, laughing at his own crude sense of humor.

Nightmare just stared blankly at him for a few moments, before suddenly shooting a tentacle forward and snatching him up as well.

Killer yelped in surprise, completely caught off guard by Nightmare.

He got a bit huffy about it, but his questions were also left unanswered, with Cross attempting to soothe his concerns with a soft “just calm down.. boss wouldn’t hurt us..” as Killer was begrudgingly dragged behind them.

Once they arrived at Nightmare’s room, they were quite surprised to see his bed as bare as it was.

No pillows, no blankets- just the sheets.

Of course, the king didn’t give them a chance to question it, and just took them straight to his little “den”.

He placed them all into the nest, so gentle with them you’d assume they were made of glass.

He liked the look of them three in there, a mixture of fondness and amusement at the sight of their confused little faces.

Of course, he was rather annoyed that his little collection wasn’t complete.. but he’d just have to wait til Horror and Dust got back.

He closed the door halfway to make it darker, before climbing into the nest as well. He curled his body around the three, pulling them to lay against him.

Cross tried to get up once more, and attempted to question seemingly feral king.

“N- Nightmare..? What.. what are you doing..?” he stuttered, looking quite anxious, “what’s going on..?” He was nervous, and Nightmare couldn’t blame him. He didn’t want to scare any of them.. but his brain was so hazy, he couldn’t find a way to comfort them properly.

So he just pulled Cross back against his chest, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

In his mind he might’ve whispered that it was okay, but he wasn’t exactly there enough to tell if he was talking or purring.

It didn’t matter, though, because soon enough the closet-den was filled with an aura of calm, and the three started to relax.

It was better not to question the odd things Nightmare did, anyway; they’d already learned that.

It wasn’t like this was anything harmful either.. why not get comfortable? It was so, so comfortable..

In the end, thanks to Nightmare’s comforting aura and embrace, they all fell into a comfortable sleep.

An hour or so later, however, the king awoke.

Alerted by the feeling of familiar magic entering the mansion, he knew that the last two boys must finally be home.

He crept out of the nest, careful not to wake the others as he slunk around the castle in search of Dust and Horror.

It didn’t take long, given how easy it was to sense their magic after a mission.

Heightened soul rate, adrenaline, excitement.. they must’ve had a good time.

He slunk into living room, finding them laughing with each other. These two had always been pretty close..

Nightmare found it quite sweet to watch.

They were talking about the mission, making fun of the Star Sanses- from what Nightmare could gather, the enemy had arrived far too late to stop the mission.

It didn’t matter too much to him at the moment.

“So do you wanna give the report?” He could hear Dust ask, “or should I do it?”

The reply was a soft, “I dunno.. we could probably.. just do it together.”

“But shouldn’t you start dinner?”

Horror just shrugged, chuckling to himself, “it can.. probably wait. If they were so hungry.. everyone would be bothering me by now..!”

Dust just laughed with him, “yeah, you’re probably right.”

Nightmare almost felt bad for cutting their conversation short. Really, they always seemed to enjoy talking to each other.

But he felt like he would explode if he didn’t bring them to his nest.. they’d just have to resume their conversation another time.

He finally made himself known, purposely approaching loud enough for them to hear.

They jumped slightly, having not been aware of him before then.

But they were quite used to Nightmare doing such things by now.

“Oh, boss,” Dust smiled at him, “we were just about to come find you.”

Nightmare didn’t really understand why Dust was smiling. Maybe he was happy they didn’t have to actually look for the king, maybe he was happy Nightmare finally got out of bed?

But he didn’t care, it didn’t matter.

Dust was smiling at him, and he wished to keep it that way.

They both started on their little report, Nightmare drinking in their cheerful voices and soft laughter.

It was the only positivity he would tolerate, from his boys..

However happy they were giving the report, though, he had to cut it short.

He would much rather this not take too long.

He walked closer as they spoke on about their mission, purring at their delicious laughter.

They didn’t seem to notice until he got a bit closer than he usually would’ve, confused by his behavior.

“Uhh.. boss?” Dust questioned, before being cut off by Nightmare scooping him up into his arms.

He gave a startled squeak, but didn’t squirm or complain like Cross or Killer. He just.. didn’t care.

The king grabbed Horror too, holding him gently in his tentacles as he carried them both back to his nest.

Dust tried to question him at least once more, but Nightmare already had such a calming aura in the moment that they didn’t feel the need to question.

Once back at the “den”, Nightmare happily placed the last two nest, purring at how wonderful they all looked together.

The two snickered slightly at the sight of what they were seeing, and Dust immediately got comfortable in the nest, prompting Horror to follow.

“So this is why nobody bothered us when we got back, huh?”

Nightmare thought he might’ve answered, but really his only reply was a soft growl as he clambered into the nest after them.

He curled up in the middle of them all, wanting them all against his body. He held them close with his tentacles, making a small exception for Cross, whom he cradled in his arms.

The first three might’ve stirred a bit, but they were quickly lulled back to sleep by Nightmare’s loud purring.

Dust and Horror were quick to join them.

Nightmare loved this; he couldn’t help but love this.

He’d never had them all so close before, and it was like heaven. It was soft, it was comfortable.. it was home.

He didn’t think he was letting anyone sleep in their own beds for a little while.

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Thank you for reading!! Though I am only writing for fun, I am willing to take a bit of criticism as long as you’re nice about it! So please, if I’ve made any grammatical errors, or a sentence doesn’t make sense, feel free to tell me! Any hate will be ignored, and the commenter will be blocked.

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goayda · 8 months

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The fearless pirate captain and his first mate. We were robbed.

I needed a full season about Izzy training Stede, with more epic fails and 'look at me, Izzy, I did it right!' moments and more shirtless Izzy and maybe shirtless Stede and maybe Izzy being bullied into a fancy outfit for a fuckery and maybe the crew making a big fucking birthday party for Izzy and Stede buying him something thoughtful and-and... I just needed MORE of those two together.

#ofmd #ofmd season 2 spoilers #stede bonnet #izzy hands #stizzy #gentlehands #thank goodness fanfics exist #but I still feel robbed #excuse me while I go back to the fluff fic nest

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potatoplace · 2 months

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Can It Smell Like You?

Feyre x Rhys

Summary: Feyre wakes up feeling different than usual, and her alpha has a meeting in the Hewn City. Promised alone time when he returns, the High Lady goes shopping in the Palace of Thread and Jewels to pass the time.

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: only A/B/O dynamics I think, unless youre allergic to Feysand fluff

Author's Note: I had so much fun writing this! Soft Rhys plus a sweet, needy Feyre is just perfect. Written for Day 1: Nesting of @acotar-omegaverse-week (I know, I'm very late to the party on this one lol)

Rating: T

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Feyre woke up feeling off this morning.

She had woken up before Rhys this morning, not a rarity but uncommon, her mate seemed to have an internal alarm that signaled to him the night was ending, always able to get up with the sun if Feyre herself didn’t pull him back into the mattress.

She rolled to turn toward him, and took a moment to admire her wonderful, beautiful mate sleeping on his side facing her.

Then she pressed her face into his chest and pulled the covers over her head, and took a long, deep inhale of her alpha’s scent. Her body relaxed, falling further into him as she nuzzled her head against him, letting out something akin to a purr.

Rhys’s breathing started coming in faster, and his arms came to wrap around Feyre.

“Good morning, my sweet mate,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep. “You’re up early.”

Feyre nodded her head against his chest but gave no response, just continuing to press her face into his night shirt, taking more greedy inhales of his scent, causing Rhys’s arms to tighten around her.

He moved onto his back, gently bringing Feyre with him to lay half on his chest. Her right leg quickly swung over his, and she pulled herself closer against him, still covered entirely by the blankets.

Rhys moved to pull the blanket down and look at her, but she grabbed the edge of it before it could reveal her.

“Darling,” Rhys started, “Is everything alright?”

She mumbled something against his chest before releasing the blanket.

“What was that, sweet omega?”

She let out breathy sigh of contentment before answering him. “I just don’t feel like getting out of bed today, alpha.”

“And keeping the blanket over your head accomplishes that… how?” Rhys asked playfully, attempting to move the blanket down again.

Feyre let him, tilting her head up from his chest to look up at him.

“There she is,” Rhys breathed, staring his mate in the eyes, a soft smile on his face and a tender, loving look in his eyes. A small smile spread across her lips, and she pushed the side of her head against him again, taking another lungful of his scent in.

“Is my little omega feeling needy today?” She nodded her head, and he pressed a long kiss to the top of her head, scenting her at the same time.

“I know we have that meeting with Keir…” Feyre started, trailing off.

Rhys picked up on where she was heading with it, asking “Did you want to skip out on this one, darling?” Another nod from Feyre, and he brought a hand up to caress her head, slowly massaging it. “That’s fine by me darling, I’ll take Az with me and be back as soon as we can, if that’s okay with you?”

Feyre let out a small whine at the suggestion, wanting to stay exactly where she is.

A soft chuckle escaped Rhys’s lips. “I know, sweet thing. I will make it as short a meeting as possible, even if it means throwing Keir in the dungeons.”

Feyre scoffed. “Like you don’t want to do that every day, alpha.”

Rhys hummed into her hair. “I suppose that’s true. But regardless omega, I will be back from the dreadfully boring meeting and you can keep me in bed all you want for the rest of the day. Does that sound alright to you darling?”

Feyre stuck her lip out, looking up at him again. “I suppose it will have to do… can we at least do breakfast in bed?”

“Of course, darling. Will you let me get up of should ask if Nuala can bring it to us?” Feyre shoved her face back into Rhys’s chest. “Nuala it is,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around her.

They stayed wrapped together until Nuala knocked on the door, and Rhys disentangled himself from Feyre’s tight grasp, resisting the urge to fall back into the bed at the soft whines escaping her.

He walked over to the door, opening it and taking the tray from Nuala, thanking her before shutting the door and padding back over to the bed where Feyre had sat up against the headboard with pillows piled at her back.

They ate their food in a comfortable silence, Feyre leaning her head on Rhys’s shoulder between bites.

“Are you sure you’re okay, darling?” He asked once more, taking a bite of fruit right after.

“I am perfectly fine Rhys, I just feel like having a nice, lazy day with my mate. But I promise I can wait a few hours, Rhys,” she reassured him, flashing him a smile. Rhys eyed her for a moment.

“If you’re sure, Fey.”

She ate her last bite of toast and nodded her head in assurance. “I promise Rhys. I might even go shopping in town today, it might be good for me to get a short walk in before we stay in bed the rest of the day,” she said, trouble dancing in her eyes.

Rhys’s eyes mirrored her own, and after moving the tray to the end of the bed he held out a hand to her. “Shower with me first, my love?”

Feyre grabbed his hand, and they both beelined their way to the bathroom, shucking off their clothes as they went.

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The air was crisp, still early enough into the season of spring to have the bite of winter on some days. Rhys had left the town house a while before her, winnowing Azriel with him to the Hewn City for their meeting with Keir. Before she had left, Cerridwen had made sure to wrap a scarf around Feyre’s neck and a hat on her head, warning her that it was still a bit cold out this morning.

The Palace of Thread and Jewels was already alive with shoppers, all of them out with a purpose.

Feyre didn’t have one.

She didn’t truly need to buy anything today, but if Rhys wasn’t in bed with her then she needed something to distract her. And looking at beautiful fabrics seemed like a decent enough way to do it.

She passed a few shops, the rich colors and buttery soft looking materials were lovely, but not quite enough to draw her past the doors.

Until she found the most amazing, cutest store.

Feyre isn’t much for cute things, but seeing the small, stuffed Illyrian warriors displayed in the window, along with other types of fae and different creatures from all around Prythian. While she was certain most of them were deadly in their own right, the creator of the plush creatures had managed to keep the essence of them while making them adorable as well.

But the Illyrian ones… those were her favorite.

She pushed the door open, almost in a trance as her feet led her over to the display. She picked up one that had striking violet eyes and raven hair, the wings sticking up proudly.

A perfect little miniature of her husband, her mate, her alpha. The only thing missing was his scent.

That, she would rectify once she was home with him.

She turned away from the display, and walked further into the store.

There were a few adorable feline creatures, and she picked up one that was black with small stars embroidered in its eyes. This one would be nice, too.

Two should be fine. Two is good. They would look cute on their bed, nestled in with the mound of pillows Feyre had left against the headboard.

Feyre turned towards the counter, ready to purchase her new adorable plushies. That’s when she spotted the lunar collection, full of moons of varying sizes and cycles, as well as differently colored stars.

“Ah, High Lady, thank you for visiting our shop!” The clerk at the counter greeted, snapping Feyre out of her slight daze.

“I am happy to be here, you have some wonderful creations here!” Feyre said excitedly, looking over at the moons and stars again.

The clerk looked down at the ones already in her hand and smiled at what she saw. “I see you found one of our High Lord, it’s quite popular for young children.” Feyre blinked at her, unsure of what she meant. “The High Lord is our protector, the one who has kept this city safe through so much. There is not much that is more comforting to the children of Velaris than him, High Lady.”

“Oh.” Feyre smiled then, realizing how much her husband, her wonderful mate was loved by those in his, their, court. “That makes me happy to hear, thank you.”

The clerk smiled back, and turned her attention back to the plushies. “Was that all you were wanting today?”

Feyre set them on the counter, but looked back to those lunar plushies again. She walked over and grabbed a full moon about as wide across as her arm, and a blue and violet star, one for Rhys and one for her, the returned to the counter.

“Perfect, High Lady-”

“Please, call me Feyre.”

“Alright, Feyre, will you be using your line of credit today?”

“Yes, please. And a bag of two, if you have them.”

A few minutes later after saying goodbye, Feyre walked back out into the street, laden with two bags on her arms.

And only a few minutes later, she was drawn into another store.

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After a while longer, Feyre had returned to the town house, burdened with far more purchases than she had intended., and a few custom ordered blankets and matching pillows on the way.

She dropped the bags to the ground, and stopped to take off her outerwear before picking them up again.

Feyre dragged herself up the stairs to her and Rhys’s bedroom, bags feeling heavier by the step. But then, she was in front of their bed. Their wonderful, cushy bed. But it needed more.

She proceeded to rip apart the bags, placing all the new pillows and blankets along the outer edges of the bed, loving the way all of the purples, blues, and black looked in the arrangement.

Now all that was missing was the plush creatures, and Feyre could crawl back into bed and take a nap until Rhys got home.

Feyre grabbed them all in her arms, and carefully made her way over the pile at the foot of the bed, and started arranging them around where she was planning to rest her head.

Once that was done, Feyre made her way back off the bed and over to the wardrobe, looking for something comfortable to wear. She looked through her side, then through Rhys’s. But nothing felt right. Until she eyed his sleep shirt from this morning where they had dropped it in their haste to get in the shower.

She quickly pulled it on, pulling the collar up to her nose and inhaling deep. Citrus and sea. Mate. Alpha.

Her body went slack, nearly toppling over from the relief spreading through her. Now she could get into bed and wait for her alpha to return to her.

She pulled one of the blankets that was on the bed this morning over her, nuzzling her face down into and grabbing the Illyrian plush, holding it tight in her arms.

It only took a few minutes for her to fall asleep, part of her that felt off after waking soothed now, happy with whatever it was shopping had accomplished for her.

She was awoken by the door snicking shut softly, and footsteps leading towards the bed, and a wash of citrus and sea came over her.

“Pretty, perfect omega. Are you nesting, darling?” Rhys asked gently when she turned her head to look at him. Feyre only pouted up at him, confused at to why he wasn’t already in the bed with her.

“What’s nesting?” She asked, and anger immediately colored Rhys’s expression. “Am I… is it bad?” She didn’t think so, not with the praise he had greeted her with.

“No, no darling. It’s nothing that you’ve done, it’s the fact that those buffoons over in Spring couldn’t even bother to explain to you your additional biology.” Rhys leaned against one of the bedposts, crossing his arms. “Nesting is something that an omega does before they go into heat. They did explain to you what a heat is, right?” Feyre nodded, remembering that horrid conversation with Ianthe well. “Well then, darling, it appears as if you’re going to have your first heat soon, if you’ve never nested before this.” Feyre nodded again. Rhys shifted his weight back onto his feet, bending slightly as though he wanted to prowl across the bed towards her, before he stopped. “Am I allowed to come in, omega?”

“Of course, alpha. Why didn’t you come in already?” She asked as he took off his shoes and jacket.

“It can be an issue if the omega is feeling vulnerable at all, so it’s best to ask each time. And, it’s simply good manners, darling,” he said, sliding into the nest next to her.

“Mm. You’re so polite, alpha.” Feyre lifted the blanket, tossing the edge over Rhys and moving closer to him, her arm still wrapped around his plush form.

“I do like what you’ve done with the nest, omega.” Rhys placed a kiss on her forehead, bringing his hand to her neck and rubbing along the mating mark. Feyre let out a soft sigh, pressing her neck into his hand. “You went shopping and brought such pretty, soft, adorable things into this nest, and it is absolutely perfect, darling.”

The praise made a shiver go up her spine, and she let out a soft mewl and pressed her body into his, slinging her top arm and leg over him, the Illyrian plush now pressed between their chests.

“And what’s this, sweet thing?” He asked, pulling it up just a bit to get a better look at it. “Awe, Feyre, you got a little mini me?” She nodded eagerly, her omega hoping desperately that he approved of it. “I love it, darling. It is so adorable, and now when you have morning you don’t want to be alone but I’m busy, you’ll have a little piece of me with you.” Feyre nodded again, a question ready to burst through her lips.

“Would you…? Could you…?”

“Yes omega?”

Feyre’s cheeks burned. “Can you make it smell like you? For… for when you’re gone. I like… I need to have your scent around me, alpha,” she said, stuttering slightly over her words.

Rhys’s lips split in a wide smile, the joyful one he reserves for the people and moments he loves the most. “I would love to make it smell like me for you, darling.”

He kissed Feyre’s lips gently, and wrapped his arms around her.

“My sweet, perfect, adorable omega. I love you.”

Feyre giggled, kissing him again. “My wonderful, strong, amazing alpha. I love you too.”

If this is what nesting got Feyre, the softest and sweetest side of Rhys for days, then she was fine with whatever else came after it.

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