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trashbag-baby666 · 4 months ago

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Benny’s Lore Drop Head Canons!

What’s Waited Till Tomorrow Starts Tonight au (mota hs au)

C/W: mentions of foster care and medical topics

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•Benny Demarco’s had been living with his grandma since he was born. His mother had him young and abandoned him with his grandma.

•He was always the small, scrawny kid

•Benny’s Grandma was a family friend of the Rosenthal’s. So Benny and Rosie became instant best friends. They had sleepovers as often as possible, Benny would go to Synagogue with Rosie on the weekends.

•The two really confided in each other and grew up together till they were seven.

•Bennys grandma passed away and he ended up in foster care. The last time he saw Rosie was in the foyer of the Rosenthal house. The two, young boys embraced each other. Rosie had tears streaming down his little rosy cheeks. Benny was quiet, he didn’t know what to say.

•When the two boys pulled away Rosie shoved his plushie wolf into Bennys arms. He knows how dogs are Bennys favorite and how the plush wolf was Bennys favorite of Rosie’s.

“You’re gonna let me have Belle?”

“Yeah, she can look out for you while you’re gone.”

•Unfortunately, the two don’t see/hear/are in contact with each other till senior year.

•Benny’s time in foster care was just placement and replacement. He’d be lucky if he’d be at one place for more than, at the longest six months. Most were usually caring folks, but the older he got the less easy it was to find placements.

•He ends up in a group home a couple weeks before his 14th birthday. He’s not in the group home for long before being transferred back into a home placement.

•He was a bit younger than most of the other teens there and significantly smaller. He gets picked on frequently and it’s just not a good place for him to be in.

•Bennys social worker, Jenna is called for an emergency visit. After some of the older boys roughed him up and took Belle off his bunk.

•He put up a hell of a fight and earned himself a shiner and the other two boys got their deserved bloody noses.

•Unfortunately, for Belle she’s stashed away somewhere and the boys won’t tell.

•Bennys packing up his small amount of things into his backpack and when he still can’t find her he’s bewildered.

•He waits until he’s either in the shower or in bed in the dark at, the new home to cry about it.

•He feels stupid crying about his lost plushie. He’s lost plenty over the years in the system and he knew he shouldn’t be torn up. Plus he’s 14 after all.

•The loss of Belle sticks with him and never leaves. So badly he wants to curl his fingers over the worn tag with the RR markered on to the tag.

•The next few years Benny bounces from home to home. Eventually ending up with a skate board he was allowed to keep from one of the homes.

•He’d find a local skatepark wherever he would end up and spend all his time outside of school there.

•He could recognize his joints arguing with him and his body begging him to take breaks. He couldn’t and wouldn’t. He pushes his body into multiple sprained ankles and hurt wrists from falling.

•He’s a junior in high school when he falls in gym and dislocates his shoulder. He doesn’t even fall hard enough to do it and then the school nurse is weary of how easily his shoulder went back into place.

•Along with Bennys abnormal stomach problems and increased food sensitivities. She can somewhat see where this is going and recommends his foster parents take him in.

•Although, Benny somewhat suspected it with his own googling he’s given an actual diagnoses of Ehlers-Danlos syndrome.

•The home he was in was comfortable, but the couple weren’t in a position to have to run him to appointments, specialists, and deal with a medical case.

•He’s transferred into a home with a more medical case specific home. Much to his disbelief he’s reunited with Belle…

•A previous child had left her after being placed with them till they aged out.

•Benny’s breath catches in his throat when he picks up the wolf plush and sees the faded RR on the tag.

•Bennys late winter/spring is full of appointments, referrals, and follow ups.

•Towards the end of the school year Benny had been having increasing GI flare ups. He couldn’t maintain a healthy weight or eat well. His doctors end up placing him with a nasogastric tube.

•He finishes out the school year online so he doesn’t have to explain himself to his classmates he’s likely never going to see again.

•Benny spends his summer similarly with the continued appointments. His foster parents bought him a long board and a nicer skate board.

•He spends a lot of time at the skatepark. But reminds himself to take breaks and not push himself too hard.

•Eventually, it’s when Curt’s little brother, Sawyer is at the skate park and twists his ankle skating. That Benny really makes friends in the Cheyenne area again. He helps the kid up and pushes him home on his skateboard.

•Benny manages to carry Sawyer up the apartment stairwell and raps his knuckles on the door and waits for an answer.

•Curt hadn't even been home a full ten minutes when he gets the knock on the door. A scrawny skater boy holding his brother was definitely not what he was expecting.

•Benny takes Sawyer under his wing and meets the boy at the skatepark daily. He also gives Sawyer his phone number to call him whenever he wants to go skating.

•Benny is a skate god, he can do cool tricks and teaches Sawyer how to carve out the pool wall at the park. Daily Sawyer comes home and drags Curt out after his shift to watch him do the tricks he learned.

•Benny doesn't even really register the possibility of ever running into Rosie again when he's starting school again. There's multiple schools in Cheyenne and he knew the chances of Rosie going to a Hebrew school were pretty good.

•The first day of school Benny makes friends with some kids in his first hour class. They compliment his outfit and they just get into talking about their interests. So, Benny squeezes in with them at lunch.

•Rosie spends half of his lunch staring at Benny before he abruptly gets up and sits next to him. It takes Benny a full 30 seconds to realize who's sitting next to him. Before the two throw their arms around each other and embrace tightly.

•With them there really wasn't any awkward tension at all. They just filled each other in on the basics and went about their friendship, as if it hadn't of been nearly ten years since they saw each other.

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#what’s waited till tomorrow starts tonight au #mota hs au #masters of the air #mota #benny demarco #bernard demarco #mota headcanons #theo writes #trashbag baby666 fics

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ashcal99 · 1 year ago

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Golden Hour : Rosalie Hale~

Prologue

"She's got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night. I don't need no light to see you shine. You slow down time in your golden hour."

Summary: By the young age of twenty years old, Grayson Cly had been through his fair share of trauma. Trauma that had left him a single father. Trauma that only grew more complicated when he joined his cousin Sam Uley as a shape shifting wolf. But, what happens when he imprints on the one thing he was born to protect the world from? Can he stick to his instincts when it comes to that protection, or will the persistence of that imprint derail his life even more?

Warnings: Eventual smut (18+ only), mentions of death, depression, violence, general angst, slow burn

Words: 1.2k

A/N: Not sure how many parts this will be but yahhhh. Comment if I missed any warning or anything plz. Lmk if you'd like to be added to the tag list thnx.

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Grayson had always been mature for his age, taking every shocking thing that came his way with stride. So, when his girlfriend, Evelyn, of three years became pregnant with his child the beginning of their senior year, he promised himself he would be a better father than his had been for him. A father that their child deserved. His life had of course grown more complicated given the baby that grew more and more day by day, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Of course he was terrified. Terrified of not being enough, terrified of what this meant for not only his future, but Evelyn’s as well. That didn’t stop him from being excited at the end of the day. Deep down, he knew that this was what he was made for, the instinct of being a parent seemingly being born inside of him. So, when the day came that the contractions started, he had felt as prepared as possible, despite the butterflies filling his stomach. He had held her hand throughout the entire labor, her squeezing so hard that he was sure she would end up braking something.

The cry of his son as he entered the world made him the happiest he had ever been in his life. And then everything else shattered around him. Everything was seemingly fine, until the bleeding wouldn’t stop. So much blood. Something was horribly wrong, that much was obvious, and the panic began to set in. There was nothing he could do, but sit back and pray to whatever god there was that the doctor would be able to save her. In the end, his prayers weren’t enough, and what had been the happiest day of his life had quickly also become the worst.

So as he sat there, on the plush worn out cushions of his mother’s couch, just days after loosing the love of his life, he stared into the beautiful eyes of his child. The same eyes that he had gotten from his mother, and he allowed himself to feel the pain of her loss. The pain that left a gaping hole in his chest. Tears pricked at his eyes as he attempted to blink them away, but if there was one thing that he knew now to be true of grief is that it demanded to be felt.

Despite the help his mother had been giving him in his time of need, the same mother who had raised him single handedly, he felt utterly alone in that moment. His heart ached so badly his whole body was sore as he realized that the beautiful child in his arms would never know just how wonderful his own mother had been. He would never feel the warmth of his mothers embrace, never feel the touch of her kiss on his forehead, and the thought sent his brimming tears over the edge.

The big blue eyes of his son blinked up at him curiously as he eyed his father. Footsteps trailed into the room, a soft hand landing on his shoulder, flinching back as she felt the heat radiating off of his skin. “Why don’t you get some fresh air, Gray? You seem a little overheated.” She suggested, concern coating her voice as she gently took the baby from his arms, ushering him towards the back door.

Grayson nodded, sniffling slightly as he moved forward, attempting to wipe the tears away as he pushed his body numbly to the door. A cool summer breeze blew through his hair as he shut the door behind himself, sucking in a shaky breath. The grief stabbed him in the chest, finally having been by himself long enough to feel all of the emotions he had been bottling up since her death. How was he expected to do this alone? Why her? She didn’t deserve to die, why was this world so cruel as to take her away from him?

An agonizing sob left his lips, the memory of her smile running through his mind. A smile he would only ever see again on their son. Sudden anger flooded his heart, anger at whoever had taken the woman he had loved so dearly. Red hot pain seared through every inch of his being as something ripped inside of him. Fire raced across his skin, muscles tearing and growing back together all at once in a moment in time. Seconds morphed into hours of unbearable obliterating pain, before, almost like nothing happened at all, the pain vanished. It had taken a moment to realize anything had actually changed as his eyes trailed down to the ground that was occupied by a very large pair of paws nestled in the tall grass surrounding him, the white fur a stark contrast in the dark green landscape. The anger he had felt just moments ago vanished as it was quickly replaced by shock.

“Don’t panic.” A voice rung through his mind. A voice he recognized. His eyes shot up to the large black wolf in front of him, knowing almost instantly who the figure was. Memories of the Quileute legends rushed through his mind as he realized that despite having learned the stories himself, the memories had been coming from the other wolf, seeing himself as a child within those memories.

Suddenly everything was clear. It was all real, everything, and Sam was right there in front of him, explaining it all. They had grown up together, cousins on his mother’s side, spending hours upon hours together as children, so when the words had come from him, it had fairly quickly calmed the panic that had previously held a tight grip on his chest.

So much had changed in so little time, it was almost as if he had reached his peek. So many emotions had been filling his heart in the past weeks that hearing that the legends were not only real, but included him didn’t set his world on its’ side like it should have. Vampires were real and the fact should have terrified him, but instead, knowing it gave him a sense of purpose. It was his job now to protect his child from the cold blooded monsters and he would be damned if he didn’t put every ounce of effort into doing so.

As the months went on, the pack grew, along with the danger of the blood suckers around them. His newly found brothers created the strongly knit support system that he needed to cope through Evelyn’s death, and even though he knew he would never truly get over the loss that had left a gaping hole in his heart, he would try his best to be okay. To be the father that his son needed. To be the protection that he needed from the evil in this world, because there was no way in hell that he would ever let anything harm him.

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stickycave · 30 days ago

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Soft and Plush

Summary:

Bigby comes home after a long day to find you've left a small gift for him in his chair.

Pairing: Bigby/Reader

Tags: plushophilia, masturbation

CW: none

Shouldering the door open, Bigby’s senses are met the stale air of his own little box he calls home, wrinkling his nose. Taking the phone off the receiver and pushing the door shut behind himself, he glares at nothing as he reaches for the window–

Sweet.

He smells something musky and sweet just under the usual scent of his home, as if it had been disturbed just from him opening to door before lazily reaching his nose.

Walking deeper into the apartment, which is only about five steps, something small is perched in his chair, waiting patiently for him.

A little wolf plush with grey matted fur. Picking it up, he turns the toy in his hand. The scent is definitely coming from this. Putting the toy under his nose with a deep inhale, he knows exactly what the fur is matted with.

You.

The picture of you in his mind grinding on the toy wolf and coming over it, hopefully thinking of him, already has his shaft beginning to strain against his pants.

He sits heavy in the sofa chair, legs spread wide as he undoes his zipper in a hurry. He takes a deep inhale of the intoxicating scent of your arousal and undoing, which is enough to get his hardening cock ready for his hand. He curses under his breath, this is perfect, you knew exactly what he'd need to relax after another day of being treated like shit, whether he deserved it or not. He squeezes the base of himself as he wonders if you’re having your own little round two right now, if you're imagining him finding your little gift.

He presses the wolf hard against his face to breath in your scent as much as he can as he pumps his cock hard, no need or want for foreplay or dragging this out, the stress of the day and exhaustion seated deep in his bones demanding he doesn't take his time, but release this tension now and rest after. He growls and groans, cock leaking precum and aching. With a snarl he wraps the toy itself around his shaft, making sure the matted fur is pressed against him, your release against weeping, twitching cock, thrusting his hips against it.

With a deep rumble, he comes undone with jolting hips, coating the plush toy in his seed. His breath shudders from the after shock, breathing strangled. He pants as the soiled toy falls to the ground and he sits back limp in his chair. A nice change from the way he usually sleeps in it, muscles still stretched taunt, but now he’s truly relaxed. He chuckles to himself and brushes a hand through his hair.

This is the true gift you wanted him to have. To just be relaxed for a few spare moments. He chuckles at the thought and doesn't fight it, tucking himself back in his briefs he heaves one last sigh and closing his eyes.

#twau #bigby wolf #twau bigby #reader #x reader #reader insert #fanfic #kinktober

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minminyoonjii · 2 years ago

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Stray Love Haven Day 31 : [OT8/Fem! Reader]

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/42120486

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💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 5.5K

"Wakey wakey," Felix whispered, running his fingers through your hair. You whined, curling up deeper within the blankets "Too early," you sulked. Felix chuckled at your muffled whines "Come on, it's time to wake up," he said, tracing your sides. You pursed your lips "No, it's cold outside," you huffed. Felix cooed, "You don't want to be late for breakfast, do you? Minho hyung made your favourite," he coaxed, gently removing the blanket off your face.

You rubbed your eyes, wolf plush tucked under your arm "Good morning, sunshine," he chuckled, shifting you on his lap. You rested your head on his shoulder, lazily fiddling with his sleeves "What did he make?" you yawned, feeling more awake with each passing minute. "Pancakes with extra whipped cream," Chan said, walking in. Felix glared at Chan "You're lucky I heard your footsteps earlier, hyung. I could've died from a heart attack," he complained, tightening his hold around you.

You giggled, "You're being dramatic, Yongbokkie," you said, poking his cheek. Felix pursed his lips "Sweetheart, this house is full of drama queens," he pointed out, pinching your cheek. You whined, turning your gaze to Chan "Appa, help me," you whimpered, jutting your bottom lip. Chan chuckled "He's not wrong, little one," he said, removing Felix's hand from your cheek. You huffed, crossing your arms "That doesn't mean my cheek deserved such abuse," you grumbled.

Felix kissed your cheeks "Who's the one being dramatic now?" he teased, cupping your face. You groaned, "All of us, now can we please go down for breakfast?" you asked, squirming out of Felix's hold. Chan chuckled, lifting you up "Took you long enough," he said, carrying you down the stairs. "There's our princess," Minho said, setting the plates on the table. You yawned, waving at him. Minho chuckled "Are you still sleepy, princesa?" he asked, kissing your nose.

Your eyes widened "Princesa?" you questioned, looking up at Chan to see if you heard wrong. Minho rolled his eyes "Sungie wanted to watch the new Dreamworks movie. I may have picked up a few things," he explained. You nodded "That makes sense," you said, feeling your blood rush up to your cheeks. Minho chuckled, "Looks like our princess liked it more than she thought," he smirked, letting Chan set you down on the stool.

You averted his gaze, "I do not," you said, taking a bit of your breakfast. Chan raised an eyebrow "Little one do you have a thing for accents?" he asked, licking his lips. You couldn't retort even if you tried, your burning cheeks answered his question. Jisung cooed, "Are you embarrassed, kitten?" he teased, knowing fully well you were. You grumbled, stuffing your cheeks with the pancakes "Slow down, little one. You're going to choke," Changbin said, rubbing your back.

You slowed your pace, taking your time with each bite "I'm sorry," you mumbled, whipped cream smeared across your lips. Changbin chuckled, "It's fine," he said, swiping his thumb across your lips and tasting the cream on it. Hyunjin grimaced "Hyung there's a perfectly good tissue right in front of you," he said, wrinkling his nose. Changbin smirked "And?" he asked, raising his eyebrow. Hyunjin pursed his lips "Touché," he said, taking a bit of his pancake.

Changbin chuckled, "Take a bite, baby," he said, feeding you a piece of strawberry. You hummed, chewing the fruit. "Does anyone have any plans for later?" Felix asked, cutting a slice of butter for his breakfast. Jisung shook his head "Not really, I just planned to stay at home," he said, pushing back his bangs. Minho hummed "Me too," he said, bringing his plate to the sink. You followed behind Minho, wearing the dishwashing gloves he handed you.

"Do you have any plans today, princess?" he asked, setting the dishes you washed on the dish rack. You pondered for a bit "I don't think so," you mumbled, taking off the gloves. Jisung wrapped his arms around your waist "The rest don't have plans either," he said, mouthing against your earlobe. You squirmed, "Alpha," you whined, letting Jisung pull you closer to his chest. Hyunjin chuckled, "You aren't starting without us are you?" he asked, cutting into his pancakes.

Jisung gasped, trailing his hand down your stomach "Of course not," he said, faking a smile. Changbin rolled his eyes "Don't rile her up, Han-ah," he warned, finishing his breakfast. You moaned, head clouding from the way they were talking about you. Chan chuckled, "So much for that warning," he said, locking eyes with you, You whimpered, feeling smaller under their gazes. "What's wrong, kitten?" Jisung asked, kissing down your neck.

You shivered, "Alpha, please," you keened, hands gripping the kitchen counter. Felix cooed, tilting your chin "So desperate already," he smirked, stroking your cheek. You whined, feeling Jisung's growing bulge press against your clothed folds "Please," you cried, hands trembling as you tighten your grip. Chan walked towards you, he held your jaw, forcing you to look up at him "Do you think you can take all of us, little one?" he asked, towering over you.

You nodded vigorously, "I can, pl-please let me," you stuttered, letting yourself slip into subspace. Chan sighed, "Open your mouth," he commanded, spitting on your tongue. You moaned, feeling physically smaller with each command. Chan kissed your nose "Good girl," he praised, taking his plate to the sink. Jisung licked up your neck "Does our sweet kitten want to please us all?" he asked. You mewled, "Yes, yes, yes," you babbled, staring up at Jisung with your dazed eyes.

Jisung chuckled, "Eager little kitty aren't you?" he said, rubbing the back of your neck. You shivered, leaning into his touches. Jisung manhandled you over his shoulder, "Innie-ah, pull out the sofa bed," he said, rubbing the backs of your thighs. Your head spun, barely a thought running through your mind as Jisung laid you on the sofa. "Princesa, come back to us," Minho said, snapping his fingers.

You blinked your eyes, focusing on the sound "Sir?" you asked, feeling a familiar weight of warmth envelope your body. Minho hummed, rubbing your hips "Tell everyone your safe word, princess," he said, coaxing you out of your headspace for a second. You furrowed your eyebrows "Levanter," you whispered, tilting your head. Minho chuckled, "Can I remove your clothes?" he asked, kissing the top of your palm.

"Yes please," you whispered, giving him verbal consent. Minho cooed, "Such a sweet girl," he praised, removing your clothes. Jeongin stroked your cheek, placing the wolf plush between your arms "I can tell that you're slipping into nonverbal territory noona. If you can't say your verbal safeword, throw the plush away," he said, giving you a spiderman kiss. "Okay," you said, holding the plush close to your chest.

"What's the order this time?" Changbin asked, giving you a light peck. "Oldest to youngest," Seungmin said, jumping in. "It was youngest to oldest last time, might as well switch it up a bit," he added, racking his eyes down your curves. Chan sank his knee between your legs "Is that alright with you, little one?" he asked, kissing your inner thighs. You gasped, legs quivering under his caresses "Yes, appa," you mewled.

Chan cooed, marking hickeys onto your skin. Leaving blooming spots of purplish-red "You bruise so easily, baby girl," he groaned, watching as your once untainted skin became littered with marks. You felt yourself clench around nothing, folds slicked with arousal. Your clit throbbed from the foreplay, and each bite changed from pain to pleasure. Chan chuckled, "Adorable," he said, smiling at your bliss-filled expression.

You whimpered, nails digging into the plush "Appa fuck me, please," you keened, spreading your legs further. Chan's breath hitched, and his mouth watered at the sight of your folds pulsing "Appa's going to breed you, little one. Wouldn't you like that, filled with our cum dripping down your cunt?" he growled, swiping his fingers down your slit. You whined, "Little one wants to be bred, pl-please," you begged, tears brimming your eyelashes.

"Fuck," Jisung gasped, after hearing your words. Chan ran his fingers through his hair "Our sweet little cum slut," he growled, smacking your clit in one clean swat. You cried, arching your back at the sting "A-ah," you choked up. Chan stroked his cock, head throbbing with precum dripping past the slit "You're going to be a good girl for us, aren't you?" he groaned, slicking his cock with your fluids. You whimpered, rutting your hips "Yes, yes, yes. I'll b-be your good girl," you babbled.

Chan wrapped his arms under your thighs, pressing your knees towards your chest "So fucking tiny," he cursed, pressing his cock into your hole. Your jaw slacked, forming a perfect oval as Chan bottomed out. "Chris," you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck. Chan chuckled, peppering soft kisses on your skin "You're absolutely gorgeous," he whispered, letting you adjust to his girth. Your walls fluttered around his cock, slick aiding to the stretch.

"I could stay buried in you for hours," Chan admitted, rolling his hips with languid thrusts. You shuddered, feeling his warmth pressed against your skin. His eyes hold nothing but adoration and love just for you. "Let me worship you, little one," he whispered, quickening his pace. Moans split past your lips, "Appa," you gasped, noticing the subtle bulge under your skin. Chan growled, sinking deeper into you "Fuck baby girl," he hissed, getting more erratic with his thrusts.

You clenched around his cock, thighs trembling under his bruising grip "So good," you slurred, panting for air. Chan groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. He reached his hand between your legs, flicking your clit with each thrust "Cum for appa, little one," he growled, seeing your face contort with pleasure. You cried, cumming around his throbbing cock "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you cursed, thrashing under him.

Chan grunted, fucking your hole with more vigour "Oh god," he choked up, hips stuttering as he came. The veins on his neck protruded, sweat beading his skin. You whimpered, feeling his hot semen coat your walls white. Chan ran his fingers through his hair, "Our precious girl," he praised, hissing when he pulled out of your dripping pussy. Minho wrapped his arms around Chan's waist, "That she is," he hummed.

Chan chuckled, kissing Minho's cheek "Give our princess the pleasure she deserves, yeah?" he said, letting Minho take his place between your legs. You shivered, nuzzling into the wolf plush "She's so cute," Felix gasped, grinding his cock on Seungmin's thigh. Minho cooed, stroking your cheek "She absolutely is," he hummed, watching you leaning into his palm. You mewled, clenching your hole, causing Chan's cum to ooze down your perineum.

"Oh fuck," Hyunjin whimpered, palming his aching cock confined under his boxers. Minho gulped, licking his lips "Sir's going to take good care of you," he sighed, lining his cock with your hole. You nodded, biting onto the ear of the plush as Minho pushed his cock into you inch by inch. "M-mh," you whimpered, soaking the plush in drool. Minho groaned, tilting his head back "Fucking hell, princesa," he cursed, feeling overwhelmed by the sight of his cock disappearing into your body.

You stared back at Minho with half-lidded eyes, rolling your hips with his cock buried within you. Minho grunted, snapping his hips "Stay still, princess," he gritted, hovering over you. "Sir," you mewled, tears dripping down the corners of your eyes. Minho groaned, "Pretty girl," he said, kissing your tears away. He kissed down your cheek, meeting your lips. You giggled, seeing Minho grimace when his lips met the fabric of the plush.

"Lower the wolf," he sulked, nipping your neck. You moaned, parting your lips with a dopey smile. Minho smirked, pulling you in for a deep kiss. "F-fuck," he cursed through a parting, nipping your bottom lip. You panted, staring into Minho's eyes. Minho chuckled, rutting his hips "Now let me fuck you as you deserve, princesa," he smirked, thrusting his hips at a steady tempo.

You cried, arching your back "Oh," you sobbed, body quivering from each stroke of Minho's cock massaging your inner walls. Minho grunted, gripping your v-line as his tempo turned erratic. A silent scream escaped your lips. The sofa shifted, leaving black skid marks on the marble floor. Minho gritted his teeth, chasing his high "Cum with me, princess," he groaned, pounding into your sopping pussy.

Your muscles tightened, clenching desperately around his cock "Minho," you wailed, thighs tremoring. Minho moaned, emptying himself inside you "Fuck, princess," he rasped, feeling your walls throb around him, milking every last drop of his semen. You sniffled, muffling your sounds behind the plush. Minho cupped your cheeks, "Why are you crying, sweet thing?" he whispered, coaxing you down from your high. You shuddered, shrugging at his question.

Minho cooed, "You're so cute," he hummed, clenching his jaw as he pulled out. "Should we stop here, little one?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You shook your head, "Want all of you," you pouted, peeking through the plush. Changbin tilted your chin, making you face him "We can take a short break before continuing," he said, tapping the tip of the water bottle on your lips. You drank the water eagerly, not realizing that you were parched.

Changbin chuckled, "The water isn't going anywhere, little one," he cooed, letting you finish the whole bottle. You sighed, stretching your joints "Daddy?" you whispered, poking Changbin's thigh. He kissed the top of your hand "What is it, baby?" he asked, giving you his full attention. You pursed your lips "Kiss me please," you said, averting your gaze. Changbin stroked your cheek, leaning forward as he kissed your lips.

You melted into the kiss, closing your eyes just to immerse yourself in the feeling of his lips against yours. Changbin pulled away "Are you ready?" he asked, kissing your nose. You wrinkled your nose, nodding "Please fuck me, daddy," you whispered, keeping eye contact with him. Changbin grunted, manhandling you on your stomach "I saw your expression when Han-ah lifted you on his shoulder. You like being tossed around don't you? Our beautiful helpless little girl," he teased, tracing his finger down the dip of your spine.

"Daddy," you whined, burying your face into the plush. Changbin chuckled, groping your plump ass "Is daddy being too mean?" he hummed, spanking your flesh. You growled, arching your back "Don't tease," you huffed, swaying your hips. Changbin laid another spank "Behave little one," he warned, slicking his cock between your folds. You sulked, "But you're taking too long," you whimpered, rutting your clit against Changbin's cock.

Changbin sighed, spreading your cheeks "You're lucky we're spoiling you today, little one" he chuckled, holding the base of his cock. You mewled, clawing your nails into the sofa "So full," you slurred, letting Changbin's cock stretch your pussy further. He hissed, "Fuck baby, you're still so tight," he grunted, rolling his hips. You moaned, tension coiling in your abdomen "Da-daddy, please," you whined, skin prickles with arousal.

Changbin pressed his weight on your back, pinning you beneath him "Daddy's got you, little one," he growled, setting a merciless rhythm. You cried, writhing under Changbin's firm torso "Ah, ah, ah," you babbled, face growing hot. Changbin groaned, licking his lips "Fuck," he shuddered, enjoying the way you respond to his touch. Muffled strangled noises echoed within the room. Your eyes rolled back, getting closer to the brink.

"F-fuck, cum for daddy, little one," he growled, knees buckling as you clenched around him. You cried, coming undone, adding more fluids into the mix. Changbin locked his jaw, spilling himself into you "God," he cursed, kissing the back of your neck. Your walls spasmed, shockwaves gripping your body. Changbin moaned, slowly easing himself out of your warmth. You whined, pressing your cheek against the sofa "Cuddle," you sulked, making grabby hands towards him.

Changbin chuckled, pulling you onto his lap "Such a cuddle bug," he cooed, rubbing your back. You nuzzled into his neck, kissing his skin. Changbin groaned, "You're dripping, baby doll," he said, spreading your thighs over his. You whined, cheeks flushing red "Binnie," you sulked, jutting your bottom lip. Changbin laughed, "I'm sorry, little one," he cooed, hooking his biceps under your knees. "You're driving us insane, noona," Jeongin moaned, shamelessly staring at your gaping pussy.

Hyunjin walked towards you, cupping your cheeks "Can I kiss you, baby?" he whispered, licking his lips. You nodded, gasping as Hyunjin pulled you in for a messy kiss. Lowly groans split into the make-out, and spit dribbled down your chins. Hyunjin pulled away, cock throbbing against his abdomen "Mommy, please let me fuck you," he whimpered, precum dripping onto your clit from the angle. You bite your bottom lip "Fuck mommy like you mean it, darling," you rasped, clenching around nothing.

"Yes, yes. I will," Hyunjin moaned, sinking between your folds in one quick thrust. Changbin tightened his grip, locking you in place. He kissed down your neck, smirking against your skin as Hyunjin pounded his cock from the get-go. You wailed, holding onto the plush for dear life "Hgh ah, ah," you sputtered, pleasure buzzing under your skin. Hyunjin whimpered, "You're so wet, mo-mommy," he choked up, plunging his cock at a brutal pace.

The knot in your abdomen began to coil "So close," you sniffed, walls fluttering around Hyunjin's throbbing cock. Hyunjin chased his high with frantic thrusts "Please mommy, cum around my cock. Want to feel you clench around me. Please," he begged, cock twitching within your walls. You bit into your lip, tasting blood on your tongue as the knot snapped. Hyunjin grunted, panting heavily "Fuck," he keened, feeling your body convulse against his.

Your eyes rolled back from the intensity of your orgasm overtaking you. Hyunjin whined, cumming after you "Ah, fuck," he rasped, hips jerking. You mewled, blinking away the stray tears spilling down your cheeks "Hyunnie," you whispered, sniffling. Hyunjin pampered kisses all over your face "Mommy," he whispered back, pulling himself out of your cum filled hole. You giggled, squirming from his affection "It tickles," you said, panting for air.

Jisung nipped Hyunjin's shoulder, leaving a semi-deep indent "Hurry up," he huffed, licking the bite mark. Hyunjin hissed, glaring at Jisung "You could've just pulled me away, gently," he huffed, crossing his arms. Jisung chuckled, "I'm sorry, princess," he said, nudging Hyunjin towards Minho. He smiled, focusing his attention back on you "Are you feeling alright, kitten?" he asked, rubbing your thighs. You whimpered, cum spilling onto the sofa below "Yes," you mewled.

"Our sweet kitty is slowly losing it isn't she," he teased, stroking his length. You nodded, vision blurring from the tears "Al-alpha," you stuttered, sticking out your tongue. Jisung cooed, "Aww, does my kitten want me to cum on her face instead?" he asked, quickening his strokes. You panted, hoping to catch Jisung's cum on your tongue. Drool dribbling down the tip of your tongue. Jisung hissed, pumping his cock at the sight of your lewd expression "Fucking hell, I'm going to keep this memory ingrained in my head," he growled, cockhead throbbing as he fucked his fist.

You moaned, spilling more cum from your gaping pussy. Jisung's knees buckled when he noticed "Oh fuck," he gritted, aiming his cock at your face. You parted your lips, gasping for air with half-lidded eyes. Jisung groaned, pressing his hand beside your head "You look so fucking good, kitten," he chuckled, getting closer to the edge. Changbin sighed behind your nape "Beg for him, little one," he whispered, keeping his gaze on Jisung's frantic jerks.

You sniffled, holding the plush on your stomach "Pl-please cum on my face, alpha. Want to taste your cum so badly," you choked up, furrowing your eyebrows. Jisung's breath hitched, hearing his heart race within his chest "Fuck, kitty," he whined, letting out a stuttered breath. Your body quivered at his tone "Jisung," you cried out, desperately needing his warmth on your skin. Jisung arched his back, whimpering as he came. Coating your face and collarbones with his cum.

Changbin nipped your ear "What must you say, baby?" he hummed, rubbing circles on your thigh. You mewled, "Thank you. alpha," you said, swallowing his load. Jisung swiped his fingers on your face "Open up," he commanded, slipping his fingers into your mouth. You preened, swirling your tongue around them, and sucking his fingers eagerly. Jisung pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, inhaling deeply through his nostrils. You flatted your tongue, swallowing with your mouth agape.

Felix chuckled, "That's enough teasing, sweetheart," he said patting your cheek. Jisung blinked, shaking his head "You're dangerous for my heart and cock, kitten," he mumbled, wiping his cum slicked hand with a wet wipe. Felix snorted, rolling his eyes "Hyung you seemed a bit bothered over there," he said, gesturing to Changbin's hardening cock. He grunted, "I'm sorry, little one," he whispered, burying his face into your hair.

You frowned "It's fine, daddy," you reassured, kissing his forehead. Changbin smiled, nuzzling your neck "Thank you, baby," he whispered. You pursed your lips "Sir, can I suck daddy's cock while you fuck me?" you asked, giving Felix your biggest puppy eyes. "Such a precious girl," he praised, stroking your cheek. "Of course, you can, sunshine," he added. Changbin released his grip from your thighs "Stretch your legs, little one," he said, after hearing you groan from the dull soreness.

Felix carried you while Changbin repositioned himself on the sofa "Hyung looks hot, doesn't he?" he teased, biting your cheek. You nodded, seeing Changbin's cock twitch against his abdomen. Felix chuckled, setting you back down "Get in position, sunshine," he hummed, rubbing your hips. You immediately straddled Changbin's shoulders "Is this alright, daddy?" you asked, arching your back

Changbin groaned, staring right into your folds "Absolutely perfect, little one," he growled, tracing down your slit. Your thighs trembled, threatening to close but Changbin wrapped his biceps around them "Relax baby, you're in good hands," he said, keeping you in place. You whined, pressing your nose against his cock "Sir, hurry," you pleaded, kissing the base of Changbin's girth. Felix chuckled, pressing the tip of his cock into your pussy "So bratty," he hummed, sinking deeper slowly.

Your mouth slacked, flicking your tongue into Changbin's slit. Savouring the musk on your taste buds. Changbin grunted, having a front-row seat of Felix's cock penetrating your wet hole. With each drag of Felix's cock, more cum oozed onto his face. You moaned, wrapping your lips around Changbin's cock. Your tongue moved rapidly and lightly, teasing his throbbing cock head. Felix growled, stuffing your hole open "This is better than any wet dream I've ever had," he groaned, carving for pleasure with a hungry haze.

You choked around Changbin's cock, drawing a loud cry from his lips. Felix chuckled, gripping your hips, adding more bruises to your skin "Just like that, sweetheart," he grunted, feeling his gut tighten. Changbin hissed, darting his pointed tongue towards your neglected clit. You screamed, only for it to be muffled by Changbin's girth filling your mouth. Felix tilted his head back, your walls clenching around his length "Fuck, sunshine you're doing so well," he slurred.

Changbin bucked his hips, fucking your throat "Close," he growled, quickening his thrusts. You gagged, letting Changbin use your throat, penetrating past your throat barrier with a loud pop. Felix gasped, goosebumps running up his body "Same," he panted, losing composure. You whimpered, heat spreading under your skin. Changbin groaned, sucking on your clit as he came. You closed your eyes, swallowing his cum as much as you could. Felix whined, flooding your walls with his semen right after "I've wanted this for so long," he shuddered

Changbin nipped on your aching bud, pushing you over the edge. You cried, pulling off Changbin's cock. Cum, spit and tears overwhelmed your senses as you slumped against Changbin's hips. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Felix keened, hips trembling from your walls clenching around him. Overstimulation buzzed under his skin, burning from the pleasure. He pulled out, causing more cum to coat Changbin's face. "God I can't get hard again," Felix whimpered, lifting you off Changbin.

"Me too," Changbin rasped, wiping the cum off his face. Seungmin grimaced "You're going to smell like sex for days, hyung," he said, kissing down your arm. Changbin chuckled, "Worth it," he said, joining the other members. Seungmin kissed your chest, wrapping his lips around your hardened nipple. You whimpered, finding comfort in the plush pressed near your cheek. Seungmin groaned, marking your chest with more hickeys "God, you're beautiful," he sighed, sinking to his knees.

He hooked your calves over his shoulder "Stare into my eyes while I fuck back the cum dripping past your cunt, little love. Don't keep your eyes off me or you're going to regret it," Seungmin growled, plunging two into your walls. You wailed, locking eyes with Seungmin's lust-driven ones. He chuckled, curling his fingers against your g-spot "That's it, take all of it," he grunted, adding another finger to the mix.

Your body convulsed, hands scrambling to grip something. Seungmin smirked, fucking the cum pooling in your hole. Filthy squelching echoed within the room, "Cum for your liege, little dove," he commanded, rubbing your clit in tandem with his thrust. You screamed, back arching off the sofa as you squirted. Seungmin kept his rhythm forcing another orgasm from you. "En-enough," you whimpered, your body still quivering from the intensity.

Seungmin continued his assault "Do you need your safe word?" he asked, bringing you to the edge once more. You shook your head recklessly "N-no but my liege," you cried, clawing your nails into the sofa. Seungmin hummed, "Just one more, little dove," he rasped, pumping his fingers with desperation lacing each thrust. Your jaw locked into a silent scream, squirting all over Seungmin's face and arm. He shuddered, gently removing his fingers from your dripping cunt "Our obedient girl," he praised, bringing you down from your high. You sulked, tears dripping down your cheeks "Minnie," you whined, crying freely. Seungmin's eyes widened "Was I too much?" he asked, kissing your cheeks. You shook your head "Just hold me," you sniffled, listening to his heartbeat. Seungmin rubbed your back "You're safe. Cry if you need," he whispered, rocking your body. You let out a shaking breath, grounding yourself in Seungmin's warmth. Jeongin poked your cheek "Drink up, noona," he whispered, tilting the bottle of water. You drank slowly, gradually gaining back your senses. "Do you want to stop here, noona?" Seungmin asked, stroking your cheek. You shook your head "No I can take it, please," you pleased, dragging your nails down Seungmin's chest. Jeongin placed a pillow under your head as Seungmin laid you back down on the sofa.

He stood up, wrapping his hands around Jeongin's cock "Since you asked so nicely," he hummed, pumping Jeongin's length with vigour. Jeongin moaned, aching to be touched since the beginning "I'm not going to last long," he growled, bucking his hips into Seungmin's fist. You mewled, shakily moving your thighs apart "Please master," you whimpered. Jeongin groaned at the sight, gripping Seungmin's shoulder "Fuck, I'm going to cum," he grunted, aiming his cockhead in front of your pulsing pussy.

Seungmin twisted his fist around Jeongin's tip, "Go ahead," he encouraged, milking Jeongin's cock as he came. Coating your clit and inner tights with his orgasm. Jeongin slumped next to you, catching his breath "Sweet noona," he whispered, nuzzling your chest. Seungmin tugged his cock with a few strokes "Fuck," he growled, adding his cum to the mix. Chan ran his hand up Seungmin's nape "Good boy," he praised, causing more cum to squirt past his slit.

You giggled, "Appa," you squeaked, letting Chan carry you. Jeongin whined, "Noona was so warm," he grumbled, sitting up. Chan chuckled "You can cuddle with her later," he said, bringing you up the stairs. Jisung cooed, kissing your temple "Come one, kitten. The tub is filled with bubbles just for you," he said, testing the temperature of the water once more. Chan laid you down in the tub gently, letting you get used to the warm water.

"Appa is going to wash your wolf, yeah? You can play with it once it's out from the dryer," he said, taking the wolf from you. You frowned, wanting to protest but eventually allowed Chan to go wash the poor fluid-stained wolf. Jisung chuckled, washing the dry flacking cum off your skin "Did you have fun today?" he asked, blowing a bubble in your direction. You nodded, putting a lump of bubbles on your hair "Fun," you repeated, mindlessly playing with the soap suds.

Changbin walked in setting a towel on the bathroom sink "I don't think a single thought is running through her head," he cooed, booping you nose. You squealed, trying to bite Changbin's finger. He chuckled, handing you a silicon teether "Bite on this, little one," he said, pinching your cheek. You whined, sinking your teeth into the teether. Minho peeked his head in "Her clothes are prepared, they're on Channie hyung's bed," he said, before heading back down.

Jisung rinsed the excess soap off your body, cleaning your skin in and out "Squeaky clean," he said, wrapping the towel around your shoulders. Changbin guided you to the toilet "You need to pee first, baby," he chuckled, drying your hair. You did as told, cleaning your folds with the bidet. "Don't forget your teeth, kitten," Jisung said, handing you a brush with toothpaste. You grumbled, brushing your teeth on autopilot. Changbin chuckled "Good girl," he praised.

"Now, you're squeaky clean," Jisung cooed, carrying you to Chan's room. Changbin placed your hand on his shoulder "One leg in, little one," he said, pulling up your shorts. Jisung chuckled, "Arm's up," he said, dressing you up in an oversized hoodie. Warmth filled your senses, lazily chewed on the teether. "Aww, is our little sunshine, feeling sleepy?" Felix asked, rubbing your cheek. You nodded, rubbing your eyes.

He cooed, "There's a surprise downstairs just for you, sweetheart. Let's go see," he said, letting you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you down. "Woah," you whispered, eyes sparkling at the sight of dim fairy lights decorating the whole wall. Chan chuckled "Do you like it?" he asked, kissing your nose. You nodded, "Pretty," you said, taking in the sight. Chan pulled out something from behind his back "Ta-da, he's all clean now," he said, handing you the wolf.

You gasped "Wolfie," you gurgled, still chewing on the teether. Hyunjin cooed, "Come lie down," he whined, patting the spot next to him. Felix rolled his eyes fondly, setting you down. You crawled over to Hyunjin, nuzzling into his warmth "Hyunnie," you squeaked, playing with his fingers. He laughed, pampering kisses all over your face "Cutie," he said back. Minho placed a plate of cut fruits in front of you "Eat up, princesa," he said, poking an apple slice.

You placed the teether aside, taking a bite of the fruit. Jeongin covered your legs with a thick weighted blanket "Comfy, baby?" he asked, adding more pillows to the sofa. You hummed, eating the fruits with shaking fists. Chan chuckled, brushing your damp hair "Where did you learn that from, little one?" he asked, rubbing your nape. You giggled, swallowing your fruits "From appa!" you cheered, pressing your head against his abs.

Chan cooed, "When have you seen me do that?" he gasped, poking your cheek. You laughed, "Appa does it every time," you said, crossing your arms. Chan hummed, "Appa's being silly, isn't he?" he said, tickling your sides. You squealed, squirming away "No, appa not silly," you laughed, curling into Hyunjin's lap. Chan chuckled, pulling you in for a light peck "Precious," he said, letting your snuggle against Hyunjin.

Felix stood by the kitchen counter, watching his members coddle you with all the love and comfort you deserve "How was it stay?" he asked, breaking the fourth wall. He smirked "They called me Pixie for a reason you know," he said, staring into the screen. Felix sighed, "Every love confession from us is sincere, I hope you'll find someone or more who'll show you the same," he said, taking a sip of water. He smiled, "Wishing you a wonderful new year, stay," he said, setting his glass down.

"Pixie come on, we need your vote on what movie we're watching," Jisung shouted, gesturing him over. Felix gasped, "Do I not get a say in the movie choice?" he asked, walking towards the sofa. Chan chuckled, pulling him onto his lap "Unfortunately, no," he teased, nuzzling Felix's neck. Jisung shuddered "I hate that word," he grumbled, taking a bite of the brownies Felix prebaked. Felix sighed, "Fine, my vote goes to…" he dragged. Jeongin groaned, "Hyung," he scolded. Felix chuckled, "My vote goes to Stray Love Haven," he said, curling up into Chan's embrace.

Jisung smiled, "Good choice," he said, clicking on the play button.

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starlight-shades · 1 year ago

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Called Home to the Depths of the Forest Ch. 5

• summary – Montage time. Scenes as they're falling into a rhythm as a family.

• rating – M

• wordcount – 3.6k

• warnings – mentions of previous character deaths

• This is my first fanfic, so please let me know if there's anything I forgot to tag. Feedback is welcome and encouraged

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Ch. 1 Ch. 4 Ch. 6

Together, the four of them found a new routine over the next few weeks. Whoever slept in the living room would make breakfast for all of them (Johnny was the better cook, they both knew it, but Simon would be damned if he ever told him that). Then they would usually spend the day outside.

Sometimes Johnny would shift and play with the pups while Simon would work on the cabin extension. Other days, Simon would spend time showing them around the garden, letting them dig new holes and rip weeds out with their teeth.

On more than one occasion, they tore out plants that were meant to be there. It was still early enough in the season that Simon just sighed and made a note to plant more.

Duncan took great joy in bringing Simon every single bug he found, and he caught himself smiling every time the little wolf trotted over to him with a caterpillar, beetle, or yet another ladybird.

What surprised him, however, was that the boy didn’t have any qualms about spiders. There were several times he had wanted to jump out of his own skin when Duncan would let out the little woof he would do when he wanted attention. Simon had turned around, expecting an inch worm or maybe an interesting rock, but instead he found Duncan with a frighteningly large and hair spider on the end of his usual stick. The only thing that kept him from launching the stick back into the woods were the years of practice he had keeping still and silent.

Ailsa, on the other hand, found gardening to be quite boring, and she would only spend about ten minutes helping until she left to go play with whatever toys she had brought outside. She had started carrying around a plush owl everywhere she went. She and Johnny had a game where he would guess what she had named it, getting increasingly more outlandish as they went.

“Lauren?”

“Jefferson?”

“Tulip?”

“Professor Hubert?”

“Saint Roxanne the Bewildered?”

“His Holiness the Exuberant and Exalted Larry the Just of the Kingdom of Temperance, son of Norbert the Eighth?”

It usually ended with the two of them play wrestling, Johnny dramatically falling back and Ailsa covering his face in slobbering licks, her tail going fast enough for a small breeze to develop behind her.

A few times, the four of them would spend the day hiking through the woods. It was usually an excuse to check Simon’s traps (usually he checked them on his own), but they would often veer off, following Johnny when he insisted he “knew a spot” that they “had to see.”

One of those spots turned out to be a small waterfall tucked deep in the forest. It was a scene straight out of a storybook, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the trees. The sounds of the water flirting with the shore coupling with the songs of far-off birds. Early spring flowers had started to make their way across the forest floor, pushing through the detritus of fallen leaves and broken sticks. Rocks were covered in the plushest looking moss.

Johnny let out an excited whoop, shucking off his clothes down to his underwear as he ran to the small pond that the waterfall fed. The three of them stared after him from the shore as he took a running leap into the water.

Simon couldn’t help but think of magic when the resulting spray erupted, sending water droplets through the light to sparkle like tiny diamonds, suspended for only a moment before falling to get swallowed by the eager soil beneath their feet. When Johnny burst back through the water’s surface, flipping his hair back out of his eyes before turning to grin at them, he swore he didn’t know what he had to deserve such beauty.

“Refreshing!” he called to the three of them. “Come on in!”

Ailsa was quick to take up his invitation, flying into the water from the same spot Johnny had jumped from. She didn’t quite go as far as he had, but he was quick to paddle over to her, showering her in praise for her bravery. After giving Johnny a few cursory licks to his chin, she yipped at her brother, presumably to join them.

Duncan was less enthusiastic in his entrance. Tentatively, he padded to the edge of the swimming hole, dipping one paw and carefully setting it down. He picked his way through the shallows, making sure of his footing as he went. By the time he had gone deep enough to submerge himself to his chest, Ailsa was paddling over to him, Johnny close behind her. With only a minimal amount of prodding, Duncan eventually started swimming around with his sister, splashing and just generally having a great time making noise.

Simon grabbed Johnny’s clothes from where they had been thrown everywhere and tossed them down in a pile. He sat down next to the pile, settling with his back against a tree not too far from the water.

“You coming in, Si?”

“No, I’m good right here.”

He found that he was rather unexpectedly content. Everyone was happy and safe, at least for the moment.

When he had gotten home from his trip into town with Price, he had taken Johnny aside and they had spoken about the likelihood of incriminating evidence being found of their involvement in the deaths and subsequent dismemberment of the hunters. While Johnny was more confident than Simon that nothing could be linked back to them, they had agreed to ask Gaz and Price for help.

He was still uncomfortable with the idea of trusting them, but Johnny had reassured him, and he trusted Johnny. It was unclear when he had begun trusting the other man so much, but it hadn’t been a mistake yet. Price and Gaz had easily accepted the job of collecting any body parts still around and burning them. Total destruction was the only way to ensure their safety.

But now, in the glow of the afternoon, watching as Ailsa and Duncan took turns jumping off a rock outcrop into Johnny’s waiting arms, he allowed those worries to fade to the back-burner. Instead, he just basked in the quiet joy he found for himself in that moment.

On days when Johnny would go hunting, Duncan would go with him. They had pretty quickly figured out that Ailsa did not have any interest in hunting if it went further than play-stalking, but Duncan was captivated. He loved the whole process, especially when Johnny would let him carry some of the smaller game home.

He had yet to catch anything on his own, but that didn’t seem to deter him too much.

“You’re still learning, lad. You’ll get there soon enough, but now you can focus on helping me track, how about that?” Johnny would say.

And Duncan would bark, tail wagging slowly. It was good to see him excited.

With Johnny and Duncan gone for the day, Ailsa would shadow Simon. He had started on the cabin extension, which wasn’t terribly interesting for her. She would go back and forth between playing with her toys (always taking the owl with her) and watching him work. When she showed interest, he would explain what he was doing.

“Have to make sure we have the right measurements.”

“This is called a tape measure. It’s pretty rigid, but you can fold it like this.”

“See how this screwdriver has a tip that’s flat, that’s a flathead. This one is a Phillips-head screwdriver, see how it’s got a little plus on the end?”

When he dug out the foundation, she was eager to help him, digging holes in places he would have to fill in later, but he thanked her anyway.

Johnny came home that day with Duncan trotting behind him, and laughed.

“Thought Dunc and I were gonna be the messy ones today.”

Ailsa, covered head to toe in dirt, had cheerfully barked at him before shaking, causing dirt to fly everywhere and cover everyone else in dirt too.

The resulting game of chase when Johnny announced that they had to be bathed had lasted a good thirty minutes. Ailsa and Duncan had the infinite energy of children who did not want to do something, which was difficult to compete with on a good day, but much harder when both of the adults had spent all day doing physical labor.

They had resorted to negotiating.

“You can have an extra cookie after dinner.”

“You can stay up for a second chapter tonight.”

“Fine. You can have an extra cookie, stay up for an extra chapter, and I’ll ask Gaz to come over tomorrow.”

Gaz had been a fast friend for both the pups. When they learned he was a gryphon, one thing led to another and he was scooping them up and flying them around (like five feet off the ground, Simon had been adamant that they not go too far).

Dinner was a task that they often swapped back and forth, occasionally cooking together, but Simon found that Johnny insisted on cooking more and more frequently.

“What, am I that bad at cooking?” he had joked once.

Instead of the expected chuckle, Johnny had pursed his lips. With a guilty look, he nodded.

“I wouldn’t say bad per se, but Si, a man can only eat the same meal so many times.”

“What do you mean?” he was completely caught off guard. Sure, he cooked pretty much the same thing, but it had worked for him for years. The combination of a seared steak and sautéed vegetables was simple, and he thought he had gotten pretty good at making it.

“Have you been eating like this the whole time?” he sounded incredulous.

“If it works, why change it? Can’t always know if I’m going to like something, so why risk it?”

Simon watched Johnny’s growing horror with every sentence he spoke.

“Is that why your spice collection is so small?”

“Can’t go wrong with salt and pepper.”

“That’s the most British thing you’ve ever said to me,” Johnny groaned. “I willnae raise these children without seasoning. Next time you go into town, I’ll make you a list of spices you’ll need to get. This is nonnegotiable.” He brandished a spoon at Simon for emphasis. “You can keep your bland dinners for yourself, but I’m gonna teach you how to cook properly so these children aren’t scarred when they taste garlic for the first time.”

So now, whenever Johnny cooked, Simon was in the kitchen learning. He learned how to make a roux, the best way to batter a fish, and different ways to combine the things he already knew how to make. Together, they were able to find ways to introduce new flavors that Simon could tolerate, and on the days when he really couldn’t stomach anything foreign to him, Johnny made sure to make him a plate with his usual steak and vegetables.

Simon also made sure that he planted some of the herbs on Johnny’s list in addition to the dried stuff that he found in the grocery store.

Every few days the pups would get a bath (Simon was quickly becoming used to the smell of wet dog), and after drying off, they would all climb into bed together.

“Simon, is the dog shampoo meant for the wee’uns?” Johnny asked from where he was in the bathroom with Ailsa.

“I wasn’t sure so I grabbed both. The baby shampoo should be next to it,” Simon called. He and Duncan were organizing the rock collection he had started that day.

He could hear the loud sigh that Johnny let out. The pups did get bathed (Johnny insisted if the shampoo was good enough for babies, it was good enough for werewolf fur).

Bedtime jobs were something that they couldn’t exchange. Some nights Johnny shifted, some nights he didn’t. On nights when he was in his human-shape, they would find themselves pressed against each other with a pup in each of their laps as Simon read a chapter from whatever book they were on. Once, they had tried having Johnny read, but their little audience made it quite clear by whining and giving little baby-growls that however Johnny did it was not acceptable. So every night, it was Simon’s low voice reading them to sleep.

When they finished “Frankenstein,” they moved onto “The Secret Garden.” The children’s books Simon had bought were fine for reading during the day, but the pups never settled as easily as they did when he read to them from a chapter book.

On more than one occasion, Simon and Johnny found themselves both falling asleep in bed with Duncan and Ailsa. It was routine that at least one of them slept with the children as they hadn’t been able to sleep alone just yet, but some mornings Simon would wake up with the book, still open, in one hand and the other curled around Johnny who had plastered himself to his side sometime during the night.

While they had been falling into their roles as the new guardians and parental figures for the pups, something else had grown between them.

Simon could feel it in the moments when he caught Johnny staring at him. Whether it be in quiet moments playing with Ailsa and her toys, or marveling at a new bug Duncan had shown him, or swiping the sweat from his face on an afternoon where it had gotten warm enough to force him to take off his shirt to remain cool while he worked on the cabin extension, Simon would look up and suddenly find himself lost in crystal clear blue eyes.

He found that he would catch himself staring at Johnny too. It was easy to be captivated by the man’s booming laughter, or the smiles that would be so bright, they felt like they lit up the whole room. There was something about him that made Simon think he was possibly the most alive anyone had ever been. Some days, Johnny would fall quiet for longer than usual, and he would stare out into the forest, just looking. In those moments, Simon felt grateful for the opportunity to observe Johnny at rest.

When he would take a break from working on the cabin extension, he would watch Johnny play with the pups, teaching them how to be wolves. No matter what shape he was in, the easy power with which he carried himself would have Simon admiring him.

When he shifted back to his human-shape, he would watch his muscles flow from canine to human, bulging beneath his skin only to settle again.

His body was something Simon imagined Ancient Greek poets would write about. He would be a heroic character. Someone people would look to for safety, someone people worshipped, someone who could only be crafted by divine hands.

On a particularly clear night, they had all gone outside after dinner to look at the stars. While Johnny had been marveling at the heavens, Simon was marveling at a star he could touch if only he dared to reach out. Johnny had been lit by the soft glow of the moon, a benevolent goddess granting her favored her kiss. The stars reflected in his eyes, like they contained galaxies of their own.

And Johnny had howled. In his human shape, he howled, joined by the unpracticed howls of Duncan and Ailsa. Simon couldn’t keep himself from laughing. His joy had bubbled up out of him, unstoppable in that moment. He grinned, and when Johnny had looked at him, he let out a howl of his own. The smile Johnny had gifted him had eclipsed anything the sky had to offer.

This thing growing between them wasn’t exclusive to stolen looks.

Grazed hands as they walked beside one another started happening more frequently. A hand on a waist as they moved around each other in the kitchen. Thighs pressed together when they sat together on the couch, Johnny drawing in his sketchbook as Simon read his own book, the pups playing on the floor at their feet or lounging in front of the fire. When he finished a second chair for the kitchen table, they would sit next to each other at dinner, hands grazing where they rested next to each other on the table.

“Didn’t know you were left-handed,” Johnny had commented.

“I’m not.” He just liked having his right hand free when they ate.

Life was not without its growing pains, however. Simon had gone from a mostly solitary existence to very suddenly living with three other people in a cabin he had only built for one person.

“Johnny!” he yelled when he stepped under the ice-cold spray of the shower. “Quit hogging all the hot water!”

“Sorry!”

“Johnny!” he growled when he opened the cabinets, expecting to find something to snack on, only to discover the chips he had to get in town had all already been devoured.

“Sorry!”

“Johnny!” he hissed when he saw all three of them in their wolf-shape digging holes in his garden.

“Sorry!” Johnny said after shifting back, hands cupped over himself for some semblance of modesty. “We thought we found a mole.”

That particular incident had led to one afternoon being dedicated entirely to building a sandbox for the pups (and Johnny).

Suddenly, Simon found he couldn’t blame Johnny for staring at him when he was sweating and shirtless because he found himself in the same situation, staring as he hammered in the last few nails to secure the corner of the sandbox. When they had finished, Simon had mumbled something about needing to restock on firewood.

It may or may not have been a deliberate move to draw Johnny’s attention to him as he swung the axe down only to toss it aside as soon as he had wedged it deep enough to be able to tear the logs apart with his hands.

It was very effective. It also had the added bonus of supplying them with plenty of firewood. Wood that was promptly used to teach Duncan and Ailsa how to build a “proper bonfire.”

“See you need to provide structure while leaving enough room for air to circulate. You can’t have a fire without oxygen.”

Simon prepared a bucket filled with sand to use to smother the fire when it got out of hand. He wouldn’t admit that it was nice to see them all playing around the fire. Johnny was always there with the pups, making sure they didn’t get too close.

That night, almost by accident, Ailsa and Duncan slept on their own for the first time.

After their bedtime story, Johnny had slipped out to sleep in the living room (Simon would eventually admit that it was nice to have the mattress, even if it was a little small). He realized that he wasn’t sure how well they had put out the fire, so as carefully as he could, Simon scooted out of bed, leaving a slumbering pile of pups behind.

Johnny was not in the living room when he exited the bedroom, so he pushed out into the crisp chill of the spring evening. And there he stood, already checking the fire pit as Simon had meant to.

“Was coming out to check on that, but I see you’ve already got it handled,” he murmured, walking up next to him.

“One day, I’ll get you to believe you don’t have to do everything yourself,” Johnny teased, that smirk teasing at the edges of his mouth.

“And maybe one day I’ll believe it,” Simon whispered, a little more somber than Johnny had expected.

His face fell a bit. “It’s okay, I’ll just keep trying until you do.”

They were quiet together, letting the crickets and the occasional owl fill the silence instead. Johnny stood up from where he had crouched next to the fire pit. He slipped his hand into Simon’s and gave it a squeeze. A moment later, as if remembering himself, he pulled away.

“Ah, sorry. Keep forgetting wolves are touchier than humans,” he apologized, sheepish, averting his gaze.

Suddenly, Simon felt an overwhelming urgency to meet his eyes again. He reached out and took Johnny’s hand again.

“S’alright. I don’t mind the touch so much when it’s you.”

And there they were again, those wide blue eyes staring at him in surprise. They stayed that way, hand held tight between them, just looking at each other in the moonlight.

Hesitant to break the moment, Simon knew he had to get back. He tugged on Johnny’s hand and wordlessly, they walked back to the cabin together. They let go once they were inside, Johnny readying the mattress leaning against the living room wall, and Simon heading back to the bedroom.

What he found there made him stop in his tracks.

“Johnny!” he hissed as quietly as he could.

They made eye contact and Simon gestured him to come over. Together, they stared at Ailsa and Duncan, still sleeping peacefully.

“I think I’m going to sleep on the couch,” he whispered.

“I think you need to get that second bedroom finished as soon as you can,” Johnny joked.

They shared a smile between them, the look of tired, but proud parents.

Duncan and Ailsa sleeping on their own for the first time was not the only surprise that came. The next morning, Simon was awoken by a poke to his face.

“Johnny,” he grumbled, eyes still firmly shut. “Quit it.”

“Simon?” an unfamiliar voice spoke. “I’m hungry.”

That had him rocketing up, wide awake in an instant. Peeking at him over the side of the couch were two, very human looking children.

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eggcompany · 6 months ago

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Jaskier and his Snuggly Wuggly Killing Machines Part 5

“I’ll show you your rooms but then it’s straight to the bath! You’ve got grass and dirt all over you! Dirty boys.” Jaskier said as he stepped up the final stair. There were five doors. One was grey, Jaskier’s bedroom. One was a clean glossy white, the bathroom. And three were plain white, the boys’ rooms.

“Our rooms ?” Eskel said and peaked around to look at Jaskier’s face. Jaskier smiled and turned to face them when he had his hand on the first doorknob.

“Of course darlings. Everyone deserves some privacy. I have my room, you all have your rooms. Now this is… Geralt’s.” Jaskier said as he opened up the door. The wide eyed fluffy wolf walked into his room in front of his brothers. Geralt gasped. They all stood and gawked. The walls were a calming space blue and the floor was covered in an amazing plush carpet. There was a full sized bed covered in a big duvet that had a moon and stars pattern on it along with matching pillows, (four pillows!) and a plushie that was a cute super soft black rabbit. There was a plain blue heavy duty plastic bin in one corner and cubbies on one wall that held blue and grey bins. And finally there was a TV up on the wall.

“Th-this i-it’s for me? Just me? You did it for me? It’s mine?” Geralt asked and started to tear up. Eskel and Lambert looked at each other. This is what Bear got? What do we get?

Geralt ran over and hugged his daddy. Jaskier smiled and hugged him back tightly.

“Yes darling. Now you can look around while I show your brother’s theirs.” Jaskier said and pulled away from Geralt, who started to look around. At the toys in the bin, the clothes, the balls and yoga mat under the bed. Jaskier pulled the other two toward the other doors and they could hear Geralt squeal.

“Eskel darling this is yours.” Jaskier said as he threw open the door. Lambert looked like he was attached to an electric wire, he looked so excited.

“Oh my gods… daddy did this for me?” Eskel said quietly and walked across the squishy mats on the floor. He looked around with bright eyes and a still tail. He looked at the toy bin and started wagging a smile as it all started to set in. He bounced up and down as he looked at the pretty red pattern on his wall and the big fuzzy bed. He gasped and looked over at the only slightly full bookcase.

Jaskeir took Lambert's hand and walked him to the last room. Lambert was purring and smiling.

“My room! My room! It’s my room isn’t it? Is it my room, daddy? Daddy is it my room?” Lambert said quickly and excitedly. Jaskier nodded and as he opened the door Geralt walked out of his with a chew ring in his mouth and walked to Eskel’s.

Lambert let out a loud long high pitched noise that could be a meow or a whine. He shaked and wagged and smiled and flapped his hands around while looking around. He look in the plush carpet that was almost identical to Geralt’s but was a dark green and the carpet that went up the wall and the pastel wallpaper. He wanted to jump on to the big bed that had so many colorful quilts and pillows on it but he didn’t because he’s dirty. He squealed and laughed when he noticed the scratchy poles in two of the corners and the pile of toys in the other corner. He also gasped when he noticed the TV.

Jaskier smiled and watched the youngest discover for a while. After they had a little bit of time he stepped back and whistled, calling each boy to come out and look at him. He clapped quietly.

“Bathtime Witchers. Shuck off and pile your dirties in this basket.” Jaskier said and stood in front of the bathroom door with one of their dirty laundry baskets.

All three smiled and pulled their clothes that the center sent them home in, plain white shirts and grey scrub like pants. Jaskier couldn’t help ogling a bit. Each of them were splattered with scars. Over their very lovely nice big huge really really perfect muscles. Jaskier looked at the scars, bite marks, cuts, broken bones maybe? There were just so many. He should ask while they were in the bath. As soon as their pants were shucked Jaskier put the basket outside the door and opened it.

“Now, only one at a time but when you get out or before you can sit on the floor. Just sit on a towel, okay babies?” Jaskier said as he grabbed two towels and put them on the floor near the door. There was still a good four feet between the towels and the bath. The boys looked over at the caddies on the sink. And were chattering to each other and smiling and wagging with their ears high above their heads

“Those are your bathroom baskets! We can keep them here or in your rooms or wherever. I keep mine in my room. There’s a comb, a brush, soaps um.. Oh washrags and loofahs and lotions! Baby Bear, yours is the blue one. Wolfie darling yours is brown. And Kitty Dearest yours is green. Why don’t you hold onto those until it’s your turn in the bath.” Jaskier explained and watched the boys examine each item in their basket before holding them close to their chests. They all nodded and Jaskier smiled and just watched them. So beautiful. Works of nature’s true talent.

“Okay who's up first?” Jaskier asked as he blinked and got out of his pet worship. He plopped down onto his knees on the bathmat outside the large corner bath. He turned and flipped closed the drain and started to fill the bath with hot-ish warm water. The boys said they liked hot baths but he didn’t want to burn them. He heard whispering for a moment before Geralt stepped up and squatted down next to him.

“I wanna get a bath first, please. Lammy wants to go last though cause he gets embarrassed.” Geralt whispered. Jaskier nodded and took Geralt’s basket and put it on the floor next to him.

“Alright test the water and if it’s good, hop in!” Jaskier told the white haired babe. Geralt stuck his hand in the water for a moment before frowning a bit.

“Can it be a little bit more hot?” Geralt asked and Jaskier smiled and nodded and flicked the knob over a bit more. Geralt out his hand under the faucet. “Much better! Thank you, daddy.” He said and climbed into the tub. He gasped at first and Jaskier thought he was hurt.

“It feels so good~” Geralt moaned out and flopped over so his whole front was pressed against the bottom of the tub and his knees were bent and his feet kicked up the side. He rolled over so he was belly up. Jaskier laughed at him and he wiggled around and got all soggy. The water slowly filled until it was only about four inches from the lip on the bath. Geralt scrubbed his face and ears with the back of his hands and made his happy high noise.

Jaskier looked back and saw that Eskel was sitting crisscross with his eyes closed and taking deep breaths and Lambert was wrapped up in his towel asleep. The steamy air felt so nice to Jaskier so it probably felt amazing to the babes.

Jaskier grabbed the bottle of body wash and a washcloth but he soon found that the bath water was already kind of discolored. Gods bless the massive hot water heated he splurged on when he bought the house.

“Well my stinky boy, I’m going to let the water out because you’ve already got it dirty. How about we get a nice shwoer and wash away the dirt and then we can fill the tub and I can wash your hair and do all that? Sound better?” Jaskier asked as he let the water drain. Geralt nodded. Jaskier watched him stand up. He had such broad shoulders, such a storytelling back with all those scars… Jaskier was about waist level with Geralt when he noticed something. He hadn’t yet gone through their actual medical records, just their behavior part.

“Geralt, love, are you neutered? Is that a Geralt thing?” Jaskier asked when he noticed that yeah, there was nothing there. There was nothing behind the wolf’s phallus. He glanced back at the other two but he couldn’t see.

Geralt got all red in the face and reached down to cup himself shyly.

“Um.. witchers are sterile but when everyone got scared that we would um… mate...and breed, centers and pounds started to kinda make a fail safe. I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t. I think they did it to all witchers. Since we’re already sterile it didn’t make us sick or fat like other pets.” Geralt explained and hid himself from Jaskier. Jaskier listened intently and nodded.

“Yeah and some people think it’s better to be neutered. For aesthetics so they don’t have to see it when they use you.” Lambert angrily grumbled. He sat up in his towel burrito looking disgusted and mad.

“That’s horrible! I’m so sorry that happened. And I’m so sorry that anyone ever saw you wonderfully brilliant boys as something to be- to be used. I don’t care either way. I care more about making you happy than aesthetics.” Jaskier said. He really hated people sometimes. Geralt stood in the now empty tub, pink from the water and from being asked about his… thing.

“Okay shower time, baby bear. Do you care if I take off my shirt?” Jaskier asked as he stood. He could practically feel two pairs of eyes blazing into his back. Geralt shrugged, “I would like it a lot” he said quietly.

Jaskier could feel the air around his ankles shift with the obvious wagging of the two outside the bath. Jaskier smiled and nodded and pulled his shirt up and over his head and tossed it over to Lambert who immediately took it up to his face.

Jaskier reached and turned the water to go up to the showerhead instead of the faucet. He also flicked open the drain. He took the showerhead off the wall and held it away from the baby until it was nice and hot. Then, he turned and started with Geralt’s feet. He just sprayed him down and Geralt giggled a bit cause it felt so nice! Jaskier then sprayed away the dirt and ick from his calves, then thighs, butt and bits, tummy, chest, back, and then he handed the shower to Geralt.

“I don’t wanna waterboard you, honey tart, do you get your face and hair wet for me.” Jaskier said and Geralt sprayed himself directly in his face and then got his hair all wet and flipped his hair over so he could rinse his neck. Jaskier took a handcloth and wiped some of the splashed droplets off his chest but his chest hair was already semi wet. All the while Jaskier went and checked on Eskel by squatting down and kissing his head and asking what he was doing.

“Meditating. The air reminds me of the hot springs in the Keep. It feels nice on my scar too… it gets dry sometimes.” Eskel admitted. Jaskier gently brought his hands slowly toward the garish mark, slow enough for Eskel to pull away or nip him or tell him no. Finally Jaskier made contact, Eskel looked like he was ready to be smacked. Jaskier touched it lightly and pouted.

“Poor baby. I’ll order you some special balm so it won’t hurt as bad. My precious Wolfie shouldn't hurt.” Jaskier kissed his scar near his mouth and Eskel looked so pretty. His eyes looked softer than dough and they were big and round and his shoulders were relaxed.

“Daddy, ‘m done.” Jaskier heard and turned around to a soaked witcher with hair all in his face. He had his ears drawn down so no water got in. He looked droopy but happy. Jaskier got up and came back to him.

“Oh good job Bear! Now plop down I’ll get your hair all shiny and soft in no time. Are you doing okay?” Jaskier asked and Geralt sat down and flipped the drain shut and smiled up at his daddy. Jaskier smiled and acted like Geralt just solved world hunger.

“Oh good job! You are so smart! So helpful! Thank you baby!” Jaskier bent and kissed his head. Geralt was glowing and he made his little happy noise. That’s when Jaskier realized he didn’t even have a cup to rinse Geralt's hair with. The shower would be much too harsh and Jaskier didn’t wanna accidentally get soap in the baby’s eyes.

“I forgot a cup! Can you all be good boys and stay here? I need to grab a plastic cup from the kitchen. Is that okay? You can close or leave the door open, whatever you boys wanna do.” Jaskier looked around at the boys all looked at each other and nodded.

Jaskier ran down the stairs and got a blue plastic cup that he must’ve gotten from a slushie place or something and ran back up to find all three boys giggling. Jaskier looks at them all. Eskel having rolled over onto his back, Lambert was still burritoed in his towel and had his leg stretched out in front of him, and Geralt was laughing in the almost full tub.

“What’s going on here? Who’s being a silly goose?” Jaskier asked as he put his hands on his hips and looked at each boy with a silly face. Lambert covered his mouth and Geralt just smiled and sunk down so his mouth was underwater. That left Eskel.

“I said you look like a badger cause you got fluff on your tummy and you got fur.” Eskel said teasingly. Like a five year old saying you’re stinky. Jaskier faked extreme insult. He gasped and put his hand on his chest and did a big turn.

“A BADGER? I’m not a badger! Silly boy. And I don’t have fur, I just have alot of chest hair.” Jaskier said and got back to Geralt who was wagging under the water and looking up at him like a hippo. Jaskier turned the water off and tapped the top of Geralt’s head lightly.

“C’mon you little hippo, up with you. Time to wash this beautiful hair. I’ll wash your ears first though so try and stay still.” Jaskier told him and guided Geralt until he was recinling against the tub wall and Jaskier could get to the backs and tops of his ears. He would clean the insides of their ears later or tomorrow.

Jaskier carefully brought the cup, now full of water, up to the pretty grey and white ear. He gently pressed the back of his ear against the surface of the water. Then he grabbed the chamomile shampoo up and gently rubbed it into each ear with his thumbs. By the time he rinsed them Geralt was just jelly. Big beautiful jelly. He was purring and looked half asleep.

Jaskier didn’t say a thing the entire time he massaged conditioner into his ears or when he scrubbed his hair twice and left the conditioner in there for a while. He didn’t say anything when he turned around and Lambert was back to sleep and Eskel was silently meditating.

Jaskier smiled and felt his heart fill with love and the feeling of contentment. He brought the cup up and rinsed out Geralt’s long white locks, which were much whiter now that they were clean. Geralt barely stirred when Jaskier brought a soapy wash rag up to wash his arms and back or when Jaskier stretched over him to turn him so he was long ways. He watched with droopy eyes as Jaskir washed him but by the time Jask was done he was already out cold again.

“Baby… Geralt~... Sweetheart~... Baby Bear you need to get out so Wolfie can get in. You can have a nice fluffy towel.” Jaskier whispered into Geralt's ear. The puppy just opened his eyes and stuck out his bottom lip. Jaskier didn’t budge though so Geralt sighed and stood up out of the lovely water. Jaskier brought him a towel and started to pat him dry. Jaskier put the now wet towel on the towel rack and brought Geralt a nice dry towel and let him go lay next to Lambert and doze off. Jaskier lightly touched Eskel’s hand and whispered to him.

“Eskel honey, Bathtime darling. We can rinse in Geralt’s water and ten get you your own clean water. Come on my brilliant beautiful wolf. You can nap after.” Eskel opened his eyes and nodded. He held Jaskier’s hand and slowly got down into the tub. Jaskier grabbed Eskel’s caddy and slid Geralt’s near the towel rack for later. Jaskier got a rag and wet it in the water and rubbed at Eskel’s arms and legs and tummy and bits and back and neck. Eskel was only about half away as he realized all the water was drained and he went to stand but Jaskier settled him back down but scooted him forward so he was sitting in the middle of the tub.

Jaskier turned on the shower and gently sprayed Eskel, avoiding his face and head. And then flicked the water back to the faucet. Jaskier was petting down Eskel's back when the babe spoke up to him.

“Daddy, can I give you a hug? Like um uh skin to skin?” Eskel said timidly. He was really letting his walls crumble and be swept away. Jaskier smiled and pulled Eskel back to the wall of the tub by his hips. Jaskier reached over and pressed his back to Eskel’s and wrapped his arms around Eskel’s neck. Eskel relaxed and melted into the warmth of someone who loves him and the warm water that was cradling around him.

“Of course, love. You can have as much skin to skin affections as you want. Did it make you feel better pup?” Jaskier said into the fluffy backside of Eskel’s left ear. Eskel nodded.

“Let me get you all cleaned up and washed. I got you lavender soap so you can smell as pretty as you look. You can rest now, let daddy take care of everything.” Jaskier rubbed up and down Eskel’s scarred biceps and then leaned back. He repeated the same ear, ahir, body as he did on Geralt. He had to wake up Eskel when he was done and the eldest babe got up, got dried off, and went and woke up his baby brother.

Lambert kept a tight grip on his towel even once he was near Jaskier. Lambert was red as a tomato but let his covering fall. Jaskier smiled and put on his least judgmental face as he let Lambert sit down in the bath.

Jaskeir kind of understood why Lambert was so… embarrassed. He had a tattoo on his hip that symbolized his sterilization and a bite mark scar on the inside of his thigh. Is this why he was so angry about being used? Was he used at a- a fuck toy? Stay calm Jask. You can be angry when you’re alone.

Lambert stayed alert and awake but did relax a bit once he was in fresh warm water. Lambert’s hair needed a little extra love but three washes and it was quite fluffy. Lambert looked softer now. Smaller, more innocent, younger. A baby like he really was.

Lambert got out and wrapped himself in a nice fluffy towel

Time to wake up the other two, get some clothes on, and go get cuddles- Uh watch a movie.

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jjungkooksthighs · 8 months ago

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She struggles when his fingers depress on her tongue even more, his nails scraping over the plush, soft muscle. With four fingers pushed past her lips, she can hardly enunciate herself. If she doesn’t try, though, the alpha before her will be displeased. She can’t have that. Not after his ultimatum. Anything would be better than the alternative. She could not bear to be separated from him. Not right now. Not when he was like this. Not when she needed this. So, she tries again with distorted, choked words , “I…I want you to be r-rough with me, a-alpha. I was a b-brat b-because I-“ his digits wind tight around her throat, cutting into her windpipe along the sides. Her eyes flutter closed, a pleasurable throb soon beating against her temples as she sputters, “I w-wanted you to t-take me like you do w-when… mmph-“ The alpha works his fingers so far into her mouth that their tips brush the back of her throat. She gags around them, her eyes opening and crinkling along the edges in silent pleading as he brings her mouth closer to his with another wrest up on her hair. His irises drag away from her heaving tits to those pretty orbs gleaming up at him as he utters, “You want me to take you like I do when I what, whore?” The delicious dip in his voice has her rubbing her legs together, her wolf rolling over in submission and need taking over when she lets her mouth go slack so he can pull his digits back only to ram them back in. “W-when yo-ou,” she slurs around her spit as he thrusts his digits to and fro between her lips, “w-whennn you are i-in youuur rutttt, aaalphaaa.” Her admission has him groaning out loud. How long had he waited to hear those words? His grip is punishing in her hair as he pulls it tighter between his fingers as he bends so he can hover close to her ear to husk, “There it is, you little minx. You wanted me to fucking use you, huh? I fucking knew it. Worry not, then, my adorable, deceitful whore. You’ll get what you deserve. I’ll make sure of it.”

His words have her squirming in her place on her knees in front of him, and the stare he gives her with those eyes that swim in lust and desire does not help her. She tries shuffling back just a bit with a small whimper, but, he doesn't let her. He pulls her hair tighter and drags her towards him once more with a disapproving grunt. She tenses up, and her eyes flicker about again, too intimidated and shy to really face him now. The fingers in her mouth thrust in yet again, hitting the back of her throat in a delicious way that makes her eyes sting, a gurgled whine leaving her at the action, the knot in her stomach growing tighter in need. She tries her best to slacken her jaw, but, he doesn't make it easy for her. The minute she gets comfortable enough to grow confident again, he pulls his fingers back out and pushes them in again, making her squeal in surprise, head leaning into his body as he keeps her on the fucking edge, her legs flailing about underneath her for a moment only to be stopped by the grip he has on her hair. He doesn't want her squirming about. Not when he knows- not when she knows just how much she's enjoying this. "What do you fucking do when you're spoken to, little girl?" The words are growled into her ear, and she knows that she mustn't keep quiet. Not when it could entail him leaving her here on the cold floor, with nothing to do about the desire that burns hot for him within her.

“Yessss, aaalphaa.” She blabbers around his fingers, “wwantted youuu to-“ he pistons his digits so quickly now, “to useee me.”

“I can think of many ways to use this devious little mouth of yours, whore.” His fingers are extricated from her mouth with a wet ‘pop,’ a string of her saliva extending from them to her that breaks in half when brings his soiled fingers around his swelling member “I can use your mouth like a little fucktoy, I can use it a cock warmer, or even a fucking spit receptacle. I know you wouldn’t mind any of them based on how wet that cunt of yours is for me.”

His vulgar words have her sex clenching around nothing. Gods, she wants to let him have his way with her. She can’t think of anything better. She needed this so badly. Needed him so badly.

Unwilling to risk angering him, she nods, “I want it, alpha.”

He cocks a brow at her, leaning back in his chair while his fingers wrap around his member. In her position, she’s but an inch away from it. If she just leaned forward a little, maybe-

There’s a harsh, raucous growl from deep in the bowels of his body. “Don’t you dare, whore. I didn’t give you permission to taste me. You’re going to fess up and be honest with me before you can even think about it. I don’t let liars have my cock.”

She can’t look away from how beautifully curved his big cock is. So large is it that the head of it rests just below his bellybutton.

She runs her tongue over her lower lip and when she speaks, it is purely her wolf that has drawn her courage out as she asks, “what do you wish to know, my alpha? I’ll tell you anything you wish.”

He makes her watch the way he gives a practiced tug on his member, the ring around it that he makes with his hand causing the creamy, white sticky precum to paint his hand in its color as he does.

The phantom tang of him haunts her, and she whines out in need as he continues to play with himself.

His eyes darken when he prods, “Tell me, omega, how many times have you thought about sucking my cock? How many times have you wondered what I might’ve looked like before you and I had nothing but my hand to get me through those cold nights without you?”

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omgkalyppso · 1 year ago

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Hihi! For the OC ask, 1, 13, 14, and 29 for a character of your choice!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for the ask! I think I'll keep answering for Étoile.

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

They haven't since their late 70s (reminder that Étoile is 166 and that d&d elves come of age at 100). They didn't really have anything when they came to their mothers as a small child, and initially didn't need a stuffed animal for sleep / was cared for and coddled with other toys and experiences. Until some full moon when Wylla (their human werewolf mother) was going to be absent for a time, only a few days, and Aranea had a little brown wolf plush made for Étoile to hold on nights of future full moons were Wylla would be absent.

Dina the wolf was well loved until Étoile was about sixteen, and then put away as Étoile was influenced by local human children and their perception of coming of age and what have you. Dina came out of storage after Wylla's passing, and was a comfort for a few decades before eventually again put away as Étoile faced more of their own schooling and training and preparation for leaving home / their temple with Aranea's blessing.

They'd be glad they didn't have Dina with them when they were taken by illithid at the start of bg3 if they had time to think about it.

13. Name one thing their parents taught them.

Their mothers taught them to be generous. Both with goods and with manners, allowing people their privacy and the benefit of a doubt.

14. Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

Yes. They'd feel guilty about a thrill in battle (especially infernal creatures) or the pleasure of striking someone who is ill mannered (like Aradin). They'd feel guilty about their pleasure in inconveniencing people "who deserve it" (thinking of them having a goblin kiss their boot in act 1). They'd feel guilty about enjoying Astarion feeding from them even when he was little more than a stranger (feeling it should be clinical from their position even if it was revitalizing for him).

29. What recurring dreams do they have?

They Do Not Dream. I've been forced by in game dialogue options to use the illithid powers twice, which has destroyed their ability to meditate during a long rest, so they've only recently started "sleeping," but they still have the meditative pose for "sleep" and. Anyway. As an elf, no sleep induced dreams (yet).

If they did, they would have recurring dreams of their Oathbreaker moment, from their perspective, from He Who Was', from the barmaid's. They would dream of their late mother's horror and disappointment. They would dream of her forgiveness and understanding. They would dream of worse physical symptoms than actually occurred for oathbreaking, mutilating and all-ending. They would dream of snow.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #oc tag: étoile

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sunxdusk · 2 years ago

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NSFW Headcanons

Here are some naughty headcanons about Briengr and his tastes!

-) Briengr enjoys giving a sincere compliment, but he can only be seduced by those who let him do the hunting; Briengr is the type who needs to "catch" his mates. Tease him, taunt him, and make him work for it. Then, sit back and enjoy letting him "catch" you.

-) Briengr loves to take an inexperienced partner under his wing and show them the ropes, so to speak. But in the kindest, most patient way. Anyone looking to get their maidenhead claimed, ask Briengr, and he'll happily agree and make your first time a dream.

-) He's so fantastic at oral sex that you might think he has two tongues. Not only is Briengr artful at cunnilingus and fellatio, but he supremely enjoys performing the act — so much so that he prefers giving a bit more than getting. Don't be insulted if he would rather give than receive. It's just in his nature, so go with it. Believe it or not, Briengr gets off on you getting off almost as much as you do.

-) Briengr constantly looks for dynamics and competition in and out of the bedroom. So, when sex starts to bore him, he’ll be eager to spice it up. That said, I hope you like being chased in the forest.

-) Briengr is a breast man. Big or small, there's just something about those plush mounds of flesh that he loves. Briengr will spend more time suckling your nipples or rubbing his cock between your breasts. And yes, that goes double for male tiddies.

-) If you're horny and he smells your arousal, be prepared for him to straight up ask you if you'd like to have him get you off. If there's one thing he hates, it's not pleasuring his lover when they need a good romp.

-) Bad sex is a thing, and it can happen to even the most experienced of lovers. Briengr is not spared from this. If he's distracted, overwhelmed, or just not feeling it, the sex will be lukewarm and not as spicy. It's not your fault, and he'll be damned sure to tell you. In fact, he'll even go so far as to sacrifice his own pleasure to make sure that you get off nice and proper.

-) When it comes to kissing, Briengr won't just kiss you on the mouth — he'll kiss every inch of your body with various techniques. Is licking considered kissing? For Briengr, it is. He'll tell you, "Never trust a man who won't kiss you from head to toe."

-) The neck and throat are major erogenous zones and will have him hard in minutes and cumming in seconds.

-) Another erogenous zone is his nipples. Lick them, rub them, twist them (but not too painfully), and don't forget his chest. Make sure you give his chest all the attention it deserves and pull at his chest hairs a little. He loves that.

-) Briengr loathes analingus. Even mentioning it will make him grimace with disgust and gag. Yeah, he's an ass man, but he won't eat your booty! :/

-) If you want to have sex with him in his werewolf form, ask him. He will ask you over and over again if this is what you want before giving you careful instructions on what to do and what not to do when you're "riding the wolf." Anything can go horribly wrong while he's in that state, catastrophic if you're not his mate.

#➳ ❪ headcanons ❫ … to all things housed in his silence ❞#I didn't finish this on sunday #so here ya' go!#this turned out a lot longer then I expected #but what can I say #Briengr is a freak

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ardensregias · 5 months ago

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it never takes long for blade's remaining self-control to evaporate once he caught sight of you.

for it's been too long since he's last had you all to himself, your warmth spreading through his entire body like wildfire as he holds you, setting every last bit of patience he has left ablaze and fueling the sparks of lust in his chest until it burns a bright blue.

so, like the hunter that he is, he does what his instincts tell him to do — claim you right then and there in the living room, too hungry to care about anything and everything else as he folds you into multiple positions and coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of your throbbing pussy. he kisses away the tears streaming down your cheeks both as a reassurance and a silent warning for what to come.

then finally, after what seems like forever, he allows you a moment of respite.

slowly, he pulls his cock out and leaves the tip inside to admire his handiwork — the mixture of his release and your slick coating his entire length, forming a lewd ring around his base, and would you look at that, he's already hard again.

blade himself wasn't sure how he's still able to cum this much in just an hour. his hips seemed to have a mind of its own as they jerk forward to feel more of you, broad shoulders hunching over your smaller body to hide the front door from your view and bring himself close enough to lay another kiss on your lips, swiping his tongue along them and groaning at the taste of blueberry from the chapstick you had on.

(it's nowhere near satisfying for the animal inside him, but a nice little treat nonetheless.

you make a mental note to put more on later.)

the exchange quickly turns sloppier as his tongue dances with yours and his teeth gently sinks into the plush muscles of your lips. a pair of strong arms cage you, tucking you safely and hiding from potential intruders' view — namely, his own teammates.

though, blade is confident that they know better than to disturb him.

you, on the other hand, can't seem to loosen the worried knit stitching your brows together, doe eyes struggling to see clearly and always darting around the room, just in case silver wolf suddenly needs your assistance on one of her games or kafka bursts into the room to asks for your opinion on which coats suit her more.

your lover finally parts himself away from you, watching as a tiny glob of blood oozes out the spot he had bruised, panting breathlessly as he takes in your sweet pleas.

"w-we've been at it for hours, bladie... we really should—mmh!"

"shush,"

another sharp thrust renders you silent once more, the words you carefully crafted with the overheated cogs of your brain have gone back to its jumbled state, trying its best to hold on to the last crumbs of sanity left inside your head.

but frankly, he doesn't want you to.

for you look your prettiest when your eyes are all glossy and twinkling with tears and absolute adoration for him — an undead abomination, cursed to live in eternal purgatory as a slave's slave, his only use being a killing machine.

blade often questions whether he deserves such reverence with all these blood in his hands — coarse and bristly from fractures and lifetime of suffering, yet somehow, you'd still let him feel the softness and warmth of your face, trust him with your entire heart.

with that, surely you wouldn't mind it if he were to knead you into a perfect remedy for his stress, would you?

just like right now, all pliant and obedient with your frilly-socked toes digging into the skin of his waist and walls fluttering to take him in deeper, doing your best to keep all his seed inside — he'll make sure to reward you for it later. for now, he should make the most out of the remaining hours he has left before someone ruins this moment.

"you can take more, right?"

your mouth parts open to answer, but it's certainly not an easy task to form a coherent sentence when he's rutting into you mercilessly, isn't it?

blade opts to grab your face, his keen eyes observing every scrunch of your nose and the tiny river of drool flowing down your chin. he's certain you can take more.

"hm. it seems that you can,"

he drowns your brain deeper into subspace with more brutal thrusts — fueled by your adorable reactions and his bottled-up distress — so deep that you fail to notice the tiny, feminine chuckles resounding from behind the entryway.

thimks heavily about pent up bladie fucking u in the stellaron hunters' living room . . .

#刃 ♡#yes i kno it sucks but :3

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queridopascal · 3 years ago

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ANNIE CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE! You deserve it so much🥺

From the prompts what about "ten? I only need five" with Frankie (maybe when you have to be in a rush to go somewhere and perhaps with a curvy reader?)

again CONGRATS - I love reading your work and excited to read more!! ✨

Thank you so much sweetheart! I hope you enjoy this 💜

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Curvy F!Reader

Warning: 18+, explicit content, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), fluff because it’s me

4. “ten? i only need five.”

With one last look in the mirror, you smile at yourself, pleased from the way in which your make-up has turned out. You had decided to use just a few products and keep it as natural as possible, and the outcome turned out to be just what you were expecting.

“You ready ba— oh...” Frankie stops dead in his tracks when he sees you, mouth dropping open in a perfect circle as his eyes scan every inch of your figure.

“Frankie, come on...” you tell him with mock shyness, loving the way his gaze is practically glued to your body.

“Baby,” he exhales as he strides towards you, “you look breathtaking. I — just... I’m — WOW.”

“You like it?” you ask, even though you already know the answer.

He wolf whistles as he takes your hand and makes you spin, admiring how the dress hugs you and enhances all the right places. His gaze settles on your soft thighs and hips, before traveling up to your breasts and exposed shoulders.

“Jesus Christ, baby.” he swallows, eyes still fixed on your curves. “We better get going or else...”

You look into his eyes and bite your bottom lip at his hidden insinuation, the temperature in your bedroom suddenly rising.

“They can wait for us for ten more minutes.” you murmur as you take a step closer to him and place one hand on his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt.

Ducking his head, Frankie lets out a low chuckle. “Ten? I only need five.”

Moments later, Frankie has you sitting on your vanity, with your dress hiked up around your waist as he buries his face in between your thighs, lapping at your folds. He grunts against you, hands digging into the plush warmth of your outer thighs as the hook of his aquiline nose teases your clit.

“Fra—Frankie...” you whimper, one hand braced on the vanity, the other buried in his hair.

He lifts his head a little, just what is needed to make eye contact with you.

“I wanna die between these thighs.” he murmurs before diving back in, sucking on that bundle of nerves until your mind goes blank and your legs start shaking, closing in spasms around Frankie’s face.

He pulls away and forces them open, marveling at the way your pussy glistens and gapes on nothing, silently begging to be filled.

“Frankie — I...” you babble out as you try to catch your breath, but he steals it away from you yet again when he kisses you, hungrily, almost forcing his tongue into your hot mouth.

Unbuttoning his pants and lowering his boxer briefs, he lets them pool around his ankles as he presses up against you; his cock rests heavily on your slit, and he breaks the kiss for a moment to take his length into his hand and swipe it up and down your folds for a few times.

“Frankie...”

“Ye—yeah, baby?”

“Fuck me.”

Your words turn him feral, and in one swift motion, he pushes in to the hilt as you both gasp in unison. One of his hands finds purchase on your right hip, the other grabs the back of your knee, throwing your left leg over his shoulder, allowing him to get deeper.

His pace is brutal, every thrust makes the vanity shake and bang against the wall; all the products you had so neatly arranged on its surface are now scattered across the floor, some of them have probably rolled under the bed, others have stopped their run against the closet doors.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Frankie hisses as he closes his eyes, head falling forward and curls bouncing on his damp foreahed. He looks so sexy like this, completely unhinged and drunk off of you.

“You a—always fuck me so good, Francisco.” you say, sliding your right hand up and down his chest as your head lulls back against the mirror.

“Oh shit, baby. Shitshitshit.” he grits his teeth and increases his pace, his cock grazing against that soft spot inside of you that makes your toes curl.

He drives in and out of you until his thrusts turn erratic and his breath comes out in staccato puffs and grunts; he feels you clench around him, your pussy clamping down on his cock, and he tries to thrust a few more times, but he ends up just barely moving.

His grip on your hip and on the back of your knee tightens when he finally comes, painting your walls with thick ropes of his cum as you cup the back of his head and draw his face towards your own.

You’re both panting, breathing in each other’s essence as he rests his forehead against yours while he pulls out with a small grunt.

“What time is it?” he asks, voice hoarse.

You take a glance at the digital alarm clock on your nightstand.

“8.15.” you tell him, combing back the sweaty curls from his forehead.

“Damn it! That’s seven minutes, not five!”

You laugh in his face. “So what? Those were the best seven minutes of my life.”

Frankie chuckles and cups your face, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. “You okay?”

“More than okay.” you nod with a smile. “Give me five more minutes to... you know, make myself presentable again... and then we can go and have dinner with Pope and his new girlfriend.”

“Okay.” another kiss on your lips. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom and then I’ll go wait for you in the living room.”

You sigh and watch him as he walks over to the door, waiting until he’s just a couple of steps away before you call after him, using his full name.

“I love you.” you murmur, tilting your head to the side as you regard him dreamily.

A beautiful smile spreads across his face, brown eyes shining as they meet your gaze from the other side of the room. “I love you, too.”

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finelinevogue · 3 years ago

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hey, if you have the time can you write a blurb where harry gets home from the studio and he's stressed, so the reader ask him to take a bath with her? and it's really fluffy, with rose petals and wine glasses? I know this is all over the place, I'm sorry shakshskwh

we all need a bit of domestic harry fluff in our lives so here we are <33 hope you like it;

You knew something was wrong without having to ask him.

Harry had rushed out of the apartment this morning to go to the studio, having had an important call from Tyler about something, leaving you to clean up around the house all day. However, there had been no good morning text from Harry, or even one from a lunch break, and he hadn’t picked up your call when you did. Harry never ignores you, unless he is in a really bad mood. Something to do with not wanting to be a burden and pass on his troubles to you. So you, being the best girlfriend in the world, had decided to do something kind for him when he gets home.

About an hour ago you’d texted Harry just to check up on him and also so you could time your plan of making him feel better.

To Harry: I love you. Hope you’re okay. Let me know when you’ll be home❤️

From Harry: Sorry about today love. I’ll be home at around 7pm. I love you xx

You’d bought the raw ingredients from Asda and made blueberry muffins - Harry’s favourite - along with buying some avocados in case he preferred to have that on toast when he gets in. You’d bought a bottle of red wine, the cheapest you could find obviously, and poured two glasses waiting. Finally, you’d ran a hot water bath with lavender soap and added a few rose petals, because you knew they were good for calming and relaxing. The bathroom smelt soft and cosy, like a warm blanket on a winters evening.

It was 7:08pm when he walked through the door, you hearing the door shut with a heavy sigh of relief from your boyfriend. He slipped off his blue checkered vans and walked through into the kitchen, his keys making a clattering sound as he dropped them in the key-bowl.

“Y/N, love?” He called out to you, but you didn’t respond. He furrowed his eyebrows at the silence, but even more so at the arrangement that was left on the kitchen counter-side for him.

He made his way over, his socks making him slide slightly on the shiny marble floor. He took in the selection of things on the side; the blueberry muffins, the avocado, the glass of red wine and its’ bottle and even a little cut out photo of you and him that he knew you’d stole from a photo frame - somewhere around the apartment. He smiled as he picked up the photo and remembered the memory well; you latched onto his back as Harry waded through a muddy puddle back in Holmes Chapel, because he didn’t want you to get wet and he’d been the only sensible one in wearing welly boots. You were both laughing and it made Harry’s heart swell at how much your happiness could bring him his too.

He placed the photo down and turned to the envelope that sat next to the plate of muffins. It was a white envelope signed ‘H x’ on the front and underlined. He turned it over and undid the seal, bringing out a card that had written on the front ‘You’ve got this!’ which Harry could’ve sworn he saw in Asda the other day underneath the exam congratulations cards. He smiled at your kindness, turning it over briefly but then sighing when he noticed you’d written a message too.

“God damn you Y/N.” He muttered under his breathe, tears forming in eyes from the overwhelming amount of love he had for you - just as you had for him.

Harry, it read, I know today had been tough but look, you got through it and i’m proud of you and for that you deserve a blueberry muffin! If you’d rather share a glass of wine with me then come join me upstairs and we’ll finish the bottle together. I love you always. Yours, Y/N. It was signed with a kiss of your lips in pink lipstick. Harry brought the paper to his lips and kissed over the mark where you’d kissed, never feeling so loved than right now.

You were an absolute treasure.

Harry picked up his glass of wine and the bottle, before heading off upstairs. Originally he’d thought that you’d been in bed, waiting for him with a tub of raspberry ripple ice-cream and the latest episode of Love Island, but as he ascended the stairs he could smell the lavender bubbles and the even sweeter scents of your rose petals you loved so much.

He walked into the bedroom first, just to make sure that you weren’t actually in there, before making his way to the bathroom. As he opened the door, the heat hit him all at once making him feel so cosy and blanketed.

Then he saw you.

You were shoulder deep in the bath, which was tucked into the corner of the room in a triangle sort of shape, looking as beautiful as ever. Your hair was up and out of the water, it not being its’ wash day today, and you’d accidentally given yourself a bubble beard. You looked innocently perfect, even with a glass of wine in your hand. You smiled when you saw Harry, moving from the far side of the bath to the side closest to Harry. You rested your arm on the side of the bath, propping your head up to have a steadier vision of your boyfriend.

“Hello.” You spoke softly as Harry walked over to the bath, placing both his glass and bottle on the side of it carefully. He then came in front of you and crouched down with a crack of his old-man knees.

“Hi beautiful.” He stroked your cheek with his fingers, watching as you hummed in sight of having him so close and so loved up.

“You okay?” You asked, looking into his eyes for any sign that he was about to lie. You wanted him to be honest with you and honest he was.

“I can’t lie and say everything was perfect today, no.” He chuckled, you pouting when you heard his answer.

“I’m sorry. Want to take a bath with me?” You asked and this is exactly what Harry loved about you. You didn’t force him to talk about whatever had happened when you could clearly see he was still working through it himself, instead you simply comforted him and tried to help him remind him that you were here for him whenever he was ready to open up.

“Love to. Let me just go undress.” He stood up, but you reached out to grab him on his blue jeans before he could get very far.

“Don’t go. Undress here, please?” It was the little please that made Harry cave, not wanting to make you upset. He’d do anything to make sure you were happy.

He nodded and pulled off his socks first, making you laugh as he wiggled his oddly sized toes. Next was his grey TPWK jumper that he pulled off over his head along with his t-shirt.

“Damn.” You wolf whistled as his torso became exposed, making Harry shake his head and laugh at you from your silliness. “This strip tease is ten out of ten, Styles.”

“Oh shut up you.” He laughed as he pulled his jeans off and then finally his boxers. He didn’t even hesitate on that last item of clothing, both of you being absolutely comfortable with exposing yourself in front of each other. There was nothing sexual about being naked with each other, however, this time. You were just in love with each other. Simple as that.

He stepped into the bath, you moving back over to the far side so he could climb in. Once he sunk down and submerged his body he let out the biggest and happiest sigh, making you giggle. He took his glass of wine and took a large sip from it, leaning his back in relief afterwards.

“Nice?” You asked, knowing the answer already because it was sat proud on his face.

His eyes met yours and you pursed your lips under his gaze. You could see the cogs turning in his head and you only wished that you could see inside his head, just for a moment, to understand how he felt.

“C’mere.” He spoke softly, turning to put his glass back on the side as you shifted over towards him. Once you met him, he took your glass.

“Hey!” You whined in protest.

“Can have it back in a minute. Just want you for a bit, okay?” He explained, devoting his entire attention to you now. You sat on his lap and spiralled your arms around his neck, Harry’s hands finding their home on your waist.

Your lips both did the talking then.

He cupped your face gently and pulled you into him until your felt his plush pink lips kiss yours. You divulged in him and his love, feeling his warmth everywhere and your mouth. He was warming your heart the same way the bath warmed your bodies. There was nothing rushed or sensual about the kiss, it was simple and pretty. His lips moulded to yours perfectly and his tongue made sure to slide it’s way inside your mouth for a taste. You tasted divine - like the richest, most expensive, of wines. He pulled back first, not before you could push an extra peck to his lips for good measure.

“I’m so lucky to have you, Y/N.” Harry smiled, keeping ahold of your face as he spoke to you.

“And I you.”

Harry shook his head as the misunderstanding of his words. “No. You seriously have turned my life into something worth living and I couldn’t be happier to be with you. Y’so special to me, Y/N, and I love you.”

“I love you too, Harry.” You leant to kiss him again. “And i’m here for you for anything.”

“I know. That’s why i’m lucky to have you.”

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Pairing: Alpha!Bokuto Kōtarō x F!omega reader

Genre: A/B/O AU 🐾 | Smut, 18+ // minors DNI!

WC: 3,057

My whole body was shivering despite it being a sweltering sunny day, my mind was hazy and clouded with the need to submit to an Alpha.

To be overtaken, pounded into until I was a dumb mess of omega mush and knotted until I was fat with pups.

Fucking hormones and omega instincts.

Fucking expired heat suppressants.

Stupid fucking idiot me for not noticing until it was too late.

My rational mind fought off the swarm of nuisance thoughts as I hurried my way back to my apartment carefully avoiding anyone’s gaze, suffocating my scent glands in a thick hooded sweater and scarf I had kept at the bakery for the unexpected colder days. It didn’t do much to ward off the curious glances and sniffs from the passing Alphas and others on the street, but luckily none acted on instincts, I didn’t stick around long enough to trigger anything in them.

My thighs were sticking together uncomfortably beneath my summer dress as the slick pooled in my panties and ran down the sides. The friction against my sensitive core only added to the ache, and I had to fight every ounce of instinct in me to hold back the whimpers, to not just fall on the ground and present myself to the next suitable Alpha that crossed my path.

I just needed to get home unscathed and get on my pharmacy app to order a fresh batch of suppressants, wait out a week for them to take full affect and I’ll be good to return to my normal, uncomplicated life.

I had been lucky in avoiding anymore people. No one was waking along the final stretch that led to my apartment building; a high-rise nestled just outside of the main district of downtown but still fairly luxurious for an apartment building. After a rough time in my earlier years out on my own, I decided once my bakery was successful enough I would splurge and put myself in a comfortable apartment with extra building security for my own peace of mind. I made my way to the door where the Beta doorman was waiting with it open for me, smiling until he caught the edge of my currently overwhelming scent.

“Quick, quick in miss Y-N,” Ferris ushered me through the door and shut it behind us. Walking me to the empty elevator and pushed my floor, nearly the top, at 27 of 35. “You shouldn’t be out wandering around in such a state, it isn’t safe for you!” The older man patted my hands in his with a worried expression. I just smiled and nodded along to his worrying over me.

“I know Mr. Ferris,” I sighed, “there was an unfortunate mishap with my medication so I’m gonna be staying cooped up for a bit.” He just nodded and ushered me along, and I gave a small wave and smile as the doors closed and he gave me one final wave off. I sighed, releasing the death grip I had on the jacket around me, still covering my scent glands as best as I could, but not with so much force around my throat. I’m surprised I didn’t pass out from self-asphyxiation on the way home.

After a few minutes in the elevator my floor was finally reached with a gentle ding! and I was hurrying out into the hall to make sure I was alone. With no one around I felt safe enough to walk briskly to my apartment without any further paranoia. I was reaching my door, just about to press in my key code and slink into a week of needy depression when I heard the door slighty adjacent to mine across the hall open behind me.

My whole body froze like a bunny caught in a wolf’s gaze.

Fuck.

“Hey hey hey, my sweet little Y/N!” A bright, jovial baritone rang out behind me, and soon I felt the looming presence of the man I feared most coming into contact with at this very moment right at my back. The immense heat radiating off of him in waves with his sweet, clean scent with mint, along with a headier male musk underneath. “You’re home early! Sorry to be a pest but did you bring any pastries home with you? I have such an awful craving right now and-” my kind, handsome neighbor regarded me silently, and what I didn’t see were his sweet golden eyes darkening to a dangerous lustful shade as he leant forward and took a gentle sniff in. A ragged breath leaving his chest as he inched forward just enough for me to feel his clothing ghosting against my back. “Y/N? Are you okay? You smell.... you s-smell so good. Different,” he slurred behind me, leaning down to rub his cheek against the top of my head and nose my hair as he took in deeper breaths. I was completely frozen, in fear or need... I couldn’t decide.

Maybe both.

When my neighbor let out a deep, rumbling groan from inside his chest I leant more towards need in my current aching state as I instinctively pressed my body back against his. “Y-Y/N you shouldn’t be out right n-now in your state s’not safe y’know...” his voice trailed off, a pained mixture of a whimper and a growl leaving his chest as I reached forward and punched in my key code to my apartment.

“Ko,” I heard the Alpha behind me purr as his name slipped from my mouth, my voice and body trembling. “I had a bit of a setback as you can tell, so no pastries today,” the whimper that left him made my cheeks warm because it wasn’t hormonal, it was just Bokuto being a pouty baby who wanted a soft bread or sweet cake.

“Mm s’okay Y/N...” Bokuto’s voice trailed off as he placed his large hands on my hips, palms swallowing my sides and pressing tightly into the plush flesh, fingers gripping down with a bruising force. He was leaning forward and placing soft kisses along my shoulder and up my neck until he licked a small strip up along where my scent glands were and I couldn’t stop the full-body shudder than shook me. “D-do you want me to stop?” His voice was a whisper, still heavy with need but more Bokuto than Alpha was talking to me. I shook my head, stepping into my apartment and allowing the Alpha to come in with me, slipping out of our shoes in a tangled mess of legs, and laughing as Bokuto hastily locked the door behind him.

“I know we’re both kind of teetering on the edge of control right now,” Bokuto continued gently, hands still gripping my sides tightly as he allowed me to set my things down on the bench in my entryway. A low growl leaving him when I almost slipped out of his hold. “But I need to know it’s not just your omega pushing you into this Y/N. I’ve admired you since I first met you, wanted you,” Bokuto was peppering my neck and the side of my face with butterfly kisses, “but if you tell me to stop, to leave... I will. Nothing will change between us if you put up a boundary for yourself right now but everything will change for the worse if you force yourself into something you don’t want...” I couldn’t believe the articulated thoughts of pure, sweet kindness coming out of Bokuto’s mouth but I was so happy to hear them. I’ve had such a huge crush on my long-time Alpah neighbor since he came knocking on my door one late evening when I was testing recipes, a mess of apologies and need as he caught a whiff of the new cakes I was trying to perfect and the poor thing had just returned home from an away game with his volleyball team, starving and exhausted. He spent the night giving me feedback on my testers and I let him sugar-crash on my couch, waking him up with a healthier breakfast more suitable for an athlete in the morning.

We’ve been close since that day.

Well, close but not as close as right now... despite the aching deep in me that always welled up inside whenever we spent time together. My omega whimpering at how perfect of an Alpha Bokuto would be.

“Y/N?” Bokuto was asking once again, I could feel his hands shaking as his control over his instincts began to slip.

I simply nodded.

“Y-yes Ko,” I swallowed hard when his hands gripped tighter on my hips, crushing me further against him as his arms snaked up my body to wrap me in a tight hold from behind. “I want this - I’ve wanted this, w-wanted you...” I couldn’t form full thoughts, not like he deserved to hear but we were both in a compromising state of mind right now. “P-please Alpah, need you so badly,” that was all it took to have me turned around so fast in his arms, his lips crashing against mine in a mess of teeth and saliva as pure need took over us both. One of his hands was fisted in the hair at the back of my head, the other cupping the side of my throat, his thumb stroking along my jaw as he deepened the kiss like he was trying to crawl inside my body through my mouth.

He was pushing me back toward my couch, his hands now fumbling behind me to pull the zipper of my dress and have the fabric pooling to the ground. He growled into my mouth as he hooked two fingers in the hem of my lace panties to pull them down and off while his other hand guided me down softly onto the couch. He had me draped over the arm of the sectional as he layed down between my legs, I was able to peek open my heavy eyes in time to see the primal look on his face before he licked his lips and leant down to lick a long strip up my soaked pussy, the sensation sending electric shocks through my whole body as I arched off the couch with a yelp.

Bokuto let out a deep, rumbling growl with a whisper of “so sweet,” before diving back in and devouring my sopping pussy like a man starved. His mouthed latched around my swollen clit with a pressure that had me seeing stars as he suddenly plunged two thick fingers into me, curling upward against my sticky walls, quickly bringing me to the edge. He didn’t relent his assault on me, mouth staying locked on and fingers curling cruelly as my body shook and arched up off the couch with a shrill scream, my whole body convulsing with wave after wave of electric pleasure shocks. Bokuto removed his fingers slowly and licked them clean, blowing a cool stream of air against my sensitive clit, causing me to whimper in his hold as he delved his tongue into me to lap up more of my slick. I was a whimpering mess above him, wriggling to be free of the stimulation to the newly over-sensitive area but he kept his pink muscle deep in my pussy as his nose occasionally brushed up against my clit causing my hips to buck further against his face. The groans he was letting out were downright sinful and soon had me back on the precipice of another impending orgasm. Bokuto reached one hand up to thumb circles on my clit as he kept himself deep in my pussy, soon I was bucking up against his face as another heavy wave crashed down on me. I was panting and swearing and pleading to be released because the pleasure was stating to morph with a tinge of pain as he kept up the relentless assault.

“K-Ko please no more,” I was whining above him, my chest heaving with broken breaths. Bokuto’s mouth was shiny with my slick as he crawled up my body and crashed his lips down on mine. I could taste myself on his tongue, in combination with feeling his still-clothed cock straining against his joggers, had me mewling with need and bucking up to meet his bulge.

“You say no more but your body is begging for me,” Bokuto muses. “Do you want me to stop?” His golden eyes were looking down at me, dark and swirling with lust as a beautiful half-smile graced his face. I shook my head and he just chuckled. “Use your words baby, ask for what you want,” he cooed, leaning down to pepper kisses and gentle nips along the side of my neck, stopping to suck on a particular spot once my let out a gasp and wriggled beneath his large body caging me in.

“Mmphf, p-please Ko, Alpha, need you,” my cheeks were burning but I didn’t care, my whole body was on fire for the man on top of me, crying out to him for any crumb he’d give me, “need your cock-mm-need to feel so full with you please Alpha, please,” Bokuto crashed his lips back down against mine with an urgent need while he ground his hardened cock against my slick-covered core, the friction of the fabric bringing another whine from my throat.

“How can I say no to such a pretty omega begging to be knotted, hm?” Bokuto was nuzzling down into the crook oh my neck, “pretty omega, perfect omega, my omega.” I didn’t realize when he had shimmied out of his joggers but soon I felt the large tip of his cock pressing into my hole, even with two orgasms and the slight stretch from his fingers earlier it still burned so wonderfully to be full of Bokuto’s cock, every inch of his cock catching on my walls and dragging new sensations forward as I clawed at his back, wrapping my arms and legs around him in an attempt to be closer to him, to pull more of him inside of me. “Such a needy slut for her Alphas cock, hmm?” I nodded my head so vigorously, rolling my hips to coax the man above me into moving. “Poor thing, I’ll give you everything you need...” with a quick snap of his muscled hips, his thick cock was driven deep, the head pummeling against my cervix with blinding pressure as he slammed his hips over and over into me, heavy balls slapping against my slick-coated ass sending shivers up my spine. “Fuck, ‘mega, you’re so tight-fuck- so fucking perfect, so perfect for me.” Bokuto was all bared teeth and snarls above me, leaning down to kiss and bite over his earlier marks along my neck. I craned my neck, exposing more of myself to his assault as he kept up the brutal pace inside of me. It didn’t take long before I was crying out with the sudden hit of an orgasm I didn’t even feel the buildup to, the walls of my pussy were sucking a Bokuto in deeper with each of his thrusts, and soon I could feel the way his hips stuttered, sloppy and less practiced. I didn’t realize his teeth were on me, biting deep into the flesh of my neck where my scent glands were, blood spilling out of the wound and into his mouth and down my neck and chest as Bokuto marked me as his, licking one long, final strip up my neck across the wound, sealing it.

There was a final quick snap of his hips, until Bokuto’s large knot stretched me with a burn that had me whimpering, gasping when it popped through the small opening of my pussy, slick helping to coax it inside as my walls clamped down on him and his knot further in another orgasms as he emptied ropes of hot, white cum deep inside of me. The continued short, sharp thrusts Bokuto made as he continued to empty himself inside of me brought on one more orgasm, my whole body siezing and shaking, walls clamping down around the fleshy member knotted inside of me, my chest was heaving with deep breaths as my eyes edged with black and every small twitch Bokuto made inside of me had me crying out - with pleasure or pain or both - I couldn’t tell. He leant down to scoop me up, our bodies still connected as he sat down on the catch and allowed me to stradle his lap, nestling me tightly against his chest as he kissed my hair and whispered such sweet things to me over and over, petting my hair, my face, peppering kisses along my cheek, jaw, down my throat and to my shoulder, gliding over the mark he made earlier with a gentle ghost of a kiss. My whole body felt like a live-wire ready to make contact with the wrong type of metal at any given moment, but Bokuto kept rubbing small patterns over my exposed skin, kneading his fingers deep into muscles I didn’t realize were sore, kissing un-kissed inches of skin over and over until he felt me relax in his arms, felt my body droop with exhaustion as I rested my head on his shoulder, snuggling into the crook of his neck as I bit back into him, giving him a small omega mark. Bokuto shuddered beneath me, gripping me tighter as I licked up the blood and kissed over the already-healing mark, nuzzling back into him.

“Y/N~” Bokuto said in a whisper sing-song voice, shaking me gently, “I think we can separate now baby,” he said, trying to lift me off of him gently.

“Mm, no Ko,” I grumbled, a gentle growl leaving my throat, “wanna stay like this a little longer.” Bokuto just nodded, rubbing my back and resting his head on my shoulder.

“Yeah, a little longer baby,” he mused, “but then can you bake me something?”

You just shook your head, your body shaking with held-in laughter as you agreed to bake him as many sweets as he wanted just as soon as you could walk. Bokuto offered to do all the heavy lifting if you just told him what to do - and you relished in the idea of sharing the kitchen with Bokuto - with your Alpha.

What a sweet start to something beautiful.

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roodles17 · 4 months ago

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SOBBING ON THE FLOOR?? An appreciation post for me?? Alyssa I AM going to cry 😭 😭

I honestly can’t believe I snagged both the pjs and the “Beautiful” cat pc at the price I did and I’m so glad they managed to get here on time before I left 🥹 (speaking of, I was so mAD the day I left is the day another rocky!san pc came in that I wanted to give you 😔) OH I ABSOLUTELY REMEMBERED THAT!! Me and papa were walking through the store and I stopped and I was like “cat and coffee socks?? Alyssa.. 🫳” BUT IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE SPAMCAT AND r THE PIN 😭 😭

“SHOVE RHEM UP MY ASS” SKSKDKD THE WAY I ALMSOT CHOKED ON MY RAMEN AND WENR INTO A COUGHING FIT SJDJSJJS MA’AM IM L OSIN G IT. LISTEN I COULDN’T NOT GET YOU KITTY SAN?? YOU LOVE HIM AND I WOULD BE SO UPSET TO SEE YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WITHOUT HIM. AJSKD YOU’RE SUCH A FERAL LITTLE CAT IT’S SO CUTEE. SJDJJD WERE YOU REALLY?? *ahem* I mean yes, I knew you wanted that card all along. 💅 BUT I’M SO GLAD IT WAS ONE YOU WANTED!! And that’s actually a wolf onesie! (It was from a wolf/red riding hood set)(also I know you like wolf!san too so I was like 👀) but honestly it’s so hard to tell it’s a wolf it really does look like a dino and that’s adorable 🥺

LISTEN I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT YOU DESERVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE OKAY. YOU WORK SO HARD AND ALWAYS GET THROUGH THE TOUGHEST MOMENTS WHEN YOU’RE DOWN. you deserve to be spoiled so I was like “someone’s gotta do it and I volunteer 😤”

It was so so nice to meet you (you’re so pretty 🥺) and your sister (she’s also pretty too! 🥺) (sorry is that weird to say pls say it isn’t you’re both just so cute-) and thank you so so much for taking a moment of your guys’ time to meet up with little ol me at the concert 🥺 😭 the gifts you got me in return were so cute I LOVE THEM.

THE WAY I BLANKED WHEN I SAW THE CATNAP PLUSH I WAS LIKE “CATN- WAIT HOW DID SHE KNOW ABOUT HIM-“ BUT HE’S SO CUTE. (I’d send but he’s still in my suitcase rn but I will be releasing him tonight >:3) AND THE KEYCHAINS?? HELLO?? I finally have mito merch and he’s so cute and soft 🥹 I kept playing with his ears like ajdjdjd boy you are SOFT UGH. AND THE SANDEOKI KEYCHAIN SOBBING ON THE FLOOR AGAIN. I had to put them on right away they absolutely completed my backpack for the concert. Thank you so so much 🥹

I LOVE YOU TOO AND I HOPE THESE CONTINUE TO BRING YOU LOTS OF HAPPINESS FOR A LONG TIME 💕 💗

i just wanted to make an appreciation post for the gifts my lovely friend and mootie roooo aka @roodles17 graciously bestowed upon me <333 you truly have no idea how nice it felt to meet you in person, talk face to face, and exchange presents 🥹💜 speaking of, you took my breath away with these treasures….. i’m about to gush so be warned…

i full on SCREAMED while going thru everything and my sister’s jaw was on the floor,, THE SAN PJS (that im currently wearing rn) made me cry ksksjw THE SPAM CATTT ARGEHHH SO CUTEEEE AND THE CAT COFFEE SOCKS LIKE THE FACT THAT YOU REMEMBERED I WORKED AT A COFFEE SHOP??? EVEN IF IT WASN’T INTENTIONAL I AM ,, AGAIN, CRYINGGGG BC OMFG I LOVE THEM 😭💕💕 AND THE CAT PIN!! IM PUTTING IT ON MY WORK VISOR STRAIGHT AWAY. THE SAN TOWARDS THE LIGHT MERCH LIKE HHSWHSHWHWHGW THANJ YOU HOLY FUCK AND OFC I CANT FORGET THE INSANELY FUCKING ADORABLE PHOTOCARDS THAT IM STILL SCREAMING IN MY HEAD ABOUT LIKE WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN WITH THOSE??? ??? KITTY FUCKING SAN MY BELOVEDDDDD IM ALMOST TEMPTED TO EITHER SHOVE THEM UP MY ASS OR SWALLOW THEM WHOLE OUT OF PURE EXCITEMENT……. BLOND SANNNN WSHSJEHWJWH ROCKY SAN LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING GG AND HEART SANNIEEEEEE REEEEEEEEE*huff huff* THE SUMMER PHOTOBOOK SAN PC AGAHWHGWGW AND THE WORK BUTTERFLY PC THAT IVE BEEN PINING OVER FOR WEEKS NOW…. HOW DID YOU KNOW? ARE YOU IN MY HEAD??? SHWJWJHEHWJ I AM HYSTERICAL — NO IM DEAD ACTUALLY BC FUCKINGGGGGG DINO ONESIE SAN??????? PRICELESS. BURY ME WITH MY SAN PHOTOCARDS PLEASE <3333 I CANT EVEN EXPRESS TO YOU HOW TRULY THANKFUL I AM FOR THESE GIFTS AND YOUR FRIENDSHIP ;^; ILY ROO!!!!!!

#alyssa 🐈‍⬛

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wri0thesley · 4 years ago

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thank you for infecting me with total naoya brain rot, nat. can i request a breeding kink scenario with him and curvy, thick reader that he thinks looks perfect for bearing him an heir 👀 feel free to make him as nasty as you want, i love to read about this absolute trash fire of a man

Covet - Naoya x Fem!Reader (3.6k)

Naoya wants something from you - you see a chance to get something you want too.

warnings: afab reader, fem pronouns. breeding. power imbalance (reader is a maid at the zen’in estate). talk of pregnancy, knives, misogyny, fingering, coming inside/creampies. the mandatory warning that this fic is about naoya.

You are fairly certain that Naoya Zenin does not know whether you exist. If he has ever noticed you attending to your duties, so much lower and less important than he, he probably doesn’t like you.

At least, you did not think he liked you before this moment. Even now, with his hands on your hips and your body pressed flush against the wall outside his chambers, you’re not certain – there’s a weight to the way he’s holding you, a twist to his lips that you can see from where your cheek has met cool wallpaper. He looks like he’s considering you; sizing you up.

Your cheeks burn as he sizes up your lower half, eyes tracing your hips and ass and thighs without even a hint of remorse, as if it’s his god-given right to look upon you like this even though you’ve barely ever spoken more than a cursory polite; ‘I brought you this, Sir’. That’s what you’ve been taught to do.

Be respectful, stick to the shadows, do what you’re told. It’s an honour to serve the Zenin clan, it’s an honour to be here in the estate – it’s an honour to get a brief moment of any of their time, even if they’re just making demands on you. You sometimes hate yourself, for not being born one of them - you want, you want, you want, like a physical ache. The luxury. The nice treatment. People to think that you merely blessing them with a look is an honour--

It’s an especial honour to be worth Naoya’s time – everybody knows that he’s going to be the next leader. There are always rumours buzzing around the grounds about him; about his power, about his temper, about his personality . . . about which pretty young woman he’ll make his wife and have beside him to rule the clan.

You’re brought back to what’s currently happening by his hands sliding down from where he is clinging onto your hips, generously tracing the curve, admiring just how broad they are.

“Pity you have to hide beneath that,” he says, smirking. Your cheeks are hot. “You’re pretty, you know. At least. . .” One hand moves from your hip, thumb and forefinger squeezing your cheeks to turn them more thoroughly towards him. He looks entirely unruffled by the situation, every inch of him at ease that you will bend to what he wants. “Your body is pretty.” Eyes scan over your face, and you’re suddenly aware of every imperfection, every feature you’ve ever scrutinised. “Hm. Not bad either.”

“I . . . I don’t understand,” You find yourself breathing. He raises one elegant eyebrow. The hand that’s on your hip moves, tracing the plush of your ass through fabric, his lip curling into a smirk. He presses a little bit forward and you feel something stiff press against your other cheek (the one not occupied by his hand) – and your throat goes dry as you realise precisely what he means.

Oh.

You should run. Good girls do not do what Naoya wants you to do. You have duties to attend to! You have things that must be done, lest your seniors sigh and tut at you and punish you for neglecting your work. But your throat is very dry and your heart is pounding and there is suddenly a strange twist of heat low in your gut, as Naoya Zenin looks down at you with the air of a man who will devour you if you let him.

You can’t deny it’s thrilling to be wanted – more thrilling to be wanted by someone like him.

“I’ll give you ten seconds,” he says, and his tone is patronising. “If you don’t want me to take you to bed and fuck you, I suggest you make yourself scarce.”

He says it so openly, so brazenly – you suppose that’s what comes of being born into this family. He has nothing to fear in these walls. Not like you.

You imagine yourself underneath him for a second, his hair in disarray, hakama abandoned, his perfectly composed face twisted in pleasure. You should not go to his bed. But . . . you want to. And don’t you deserve something you want, when you’ve spent your entire life watching other people enjoy it?

“You don’t need to,” you breathe, swallowing. Naoya pulls back in amusement, his eyes darkening. He seems so much taller and stronger than you. Even swathed in fabric, it’s clear that there is muscle and strength beneath the clothes. He has been trained to within an inch of his life since the day he was born. He makes a considering noise in the back of his throat. A thumb trails over your cheek.

“Are you sure about that?” The smirk in his voice says that he knows you are. “I won’t be gentle with you, you know. I don’t have all day to romance you. I just want to get you on your back . . .” His thumb slides over your jawline, past your earlobe, until he’s taken a hank of your hair and yanks it back roughly, exposing your throat and making you gasp. “And fuck a son into you.”

He must see the look on your face, because he laughs, the sound cruel even to your ears. He’s still pressed so close to you. Nobody who walked down this hallway would mistake the embrace the two of you were currently in for anything clandestine. You suppose he has nothing to worry about – but your reputation? He’d ruin you for marriage.

“Come on,” he murmurs, chuckling. “Have you seen yourself? You’re made for bearing a child, sweetheart.” The pet name is almost mocking, but your heart skips a beat anyway. “Don’t worry too much. You don’t think I could take care of you, if you carried my heir? You’re a servant, right? You already know how to behave.” His smile is like a wolf. “So, I give you my word that if it takes, I’ll take care of you. Sounds fair, huh?” He jerks on your hair again. “Ten seconds,” he reminds you. “If you want to get out of it. You don’t think there are girls lining up around the block to have me?”

(Judging by the whispers about him, you actually don’t think there are – but judging from Naoya’s eyes, he certainly thinks so.)

He lets go. He steps back. His eyes are still on you, but he raises his arms either side of him as if to show you that you’re free to go. And you do consider it – you let the possibility of running flicker through your head. It’s quickly replaced by the thought of Naoya on top of you, an end to the aching between your legs, and the knowledge of just how you might be treated if Naoya did succeed in his mission.

It’s fine to want nice things, every once in a while.

“Five,” he says, warningly, but his eyes are dark with hunger. “Four. Three.”

You turn towards his bedroom door and grasp the handle, and he laughs, the sound very loud.

“Oh,” he says, “so you’re going to be fun.”

The minute his bedroom door clicks behind him, Naoya wastes no time on being on you. He’s full throttle, immediately – hands pulling at your clothes, rough, his mouth on your neck. He avoids your mouth, like he doesn’t quite want to kiss you – but as you bite back a moan as he nips at your throat and he groans in response at the noise, you realise that he wants to hear you.

Figures a man like that wants the reassurance that you’re enjoying yourself. Figures he wants to crow over every whimper that drops from your lips. Hands pull at your kimono, almost ripping it in his hurry to have the fabric out of his way and on the floor. You barely even notice he’s been pushing you across the room until you’re pushed hard down, and your back meets pillows and sheets instead of the floor.

The way you fall makes a perfect tableaux; the material of your outfit pooling around you, your body in the middle of it, clad in only your underwear. His light eyes rake over you hungrily.

“Fuck,” he says. His hands immediately go to your hips, thumbs pressing hard into the soft flesh. You barely fit in his hands, the curve of you dramatic. “You’re going to be perfect for this, huh? Look at you. It’s a fucking shame you’re not knocked up right now--”

Your body reacts to his touch and his look, though you can’t help but be embarrassed by it – it’s one thing to be entranced by someone pretty, you think, but it’s another thing to be entranced by the idea of how pretty someone will look when their stomach is swollen and their breasts have swelled and their hips have filled out because they’re bearing your child.

He doesn’t bother with unclipping your bra. He reaches into his hakama and panic flashes before your eyes when he pulls out a knife, but he uses it merely to slice the gore between your bra cups, right between the cute bow adorning them.

“I—I liked that,” you say, but your voice sounds very wobbly in the room, under Naoya’s gaze, under his hands. He snorts.

“I like you better without it,” he says shortly, as if your likes and dislikes are not a consideration to be taken into account. For him, you suppose they’re not. “Besides.” Hands travel from your hips to cup your breasts, squeezing the meat of the mounds so that you groan and arch your back, desire pooling between your legs. “I wanted to see these. I wanted to touch them.” He grins. “I wanted to imagine how nice they’re going to look when they get bigger.”

He squeezes the point of each of your nipples, so hard that the pleasure almost becomes pain.

“I think I’ll leave marks on you,” he says, conversationally. He pulls an arm back and suddenly has slapped you, your breast stinging, a brief imprint of his hand showing on your skin. He admires how your breast moves with the force – you’re too surprised to even make a noise of pain. “Good girl. I want you to remember how I feel when we’re done.”

You don’t think you could forget. You definitely can’t forget the sting of the second slap, this one making you moan – it hurts, but part of it feels good to be marked by him. You definitely can’t forget his thumbs hooking into your underwear, dragging it past your thighs – the way that he drinks in the wet patch on the fabric. You definitely don’t think you’ll be able to forget the chuckle that leaves his mouth as he spreads your thighs and sees your sex for the first time, already slick.

“You like being treated rough, huh?” He asks you. There’s that grin again; a predator, a man who has never been told no, a man who doesn’t know what it’s like to not have everything he has ever wanted at his fingertips. “Good. I like playing rough.”

He still doesn’t kiss you. He dives his head down, though, his teeth once more nipping at your neck, at your breast, tongue lathing across your nipples. One of his hand delves between your legs, spreading the plump labia, fingers briefly stroking your clit and sending a hot bolt of lightning all through you.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, as he pushes a finger inside of you. You’re slick and tight around his digits, hot and silky – one of his fingers alone is like a vice. You’re going to feel so good. He doesn’t much care whether his cock hurts you or not – but he wants you to be so fucked out by the time he’s come inside you that you don’t care about him leaving your legs propped up so not a single trickle of come leaks out of you. He doesn’t want a whimpering little bitch in his bed – he wants someone who’ll lie there, patiently, prettily, and let him make sure it takes.

You’re going to be good for that, he knows it. With a body like that, and eyes like that, and a clear longing for something better than the shitty hand you’ve been dealt? Oh, yes. You might not know it, but Naoya likes you immensely.

That you’re a servant, who’s been taught your place - that you’ll look at the ground respectfully and walk behind him and agree to whatever he says, like women should? Even better. Perfect. Fuck any of those snooty young women of a clan who think that just because they were born with a name, they were somehow more than a cunt for breeding--

Two fingers. This one gets a cry from you, almost too full – Naoya clicks his tongue against his teeth. He’s not patient, but he slows down, scissoring you open. One of your hands seems to flex out as if going to grab his bicep – but thinks better of it, clutching for purchase on the bed instead. Cute.

He can’t help but watch his fingers dive in and out of you, already coated in your liberal slick. They already look so good – he can’t even imagine how good his cock will look, hilted so deep in you he’s all you can feel.

Three fingers. You’re making soft little noises, circling your hips – there’s a coil in your belly that Naoya’s fingers are stoking in a way you didn’t expect, one that you feel like you’re so close to getting to spring forth – he slides his fingers out of you as he feels you tightening and tensing around him. If you’re close enough to come on his fingers, he reasons, you’re close enough to take his cock.

He didn’t expect to be so entranced by how pretty you looked, all curves and soft on his bed – but there’s time for that later. Right now, his cock is driving a hole through his own underwear. The thought of fucking his seed into you, of having you coming around his cock . . . you moan in frustration at the lack of stimulation as his hands busy themselves peeling off his own clothes.

“What’s the matter?” He asks you, a little breathless. You don’t notice that – good. He hates people witnessing weakness. “You need to be filled up?”

“I—” your teeth dig into your bottom lip, and Naoya has the urge to kiss you that he pushes back.

Not now. Not yet. Not while you’re still scum. He can transform you, and maybe you’ll be worthy of that – but right now, you’re an empty shell, and Naoya needs to mould you into something fuller and better before he’ll lower himself to brush his lips over your own. That’s too intimate. That’s too much.

“You don’t need to use your words,” he purrs. “You’re soaking wet.”

You urge your thighs further apart as Naoya’s clothes slip off of him and you see his cock jutting proud against his stomach. You haven’t had much experience to know whether it’s a nice cock, whether he’s big – but Naoya grins when he sees you looking, ferocity sparking in his expression.

“You may as well look at it,” he tells you, “because it’s going to be buried inside you in just a moment--”

He’s on the bed, his body on top of yours. His hands are clinging to the hips he’s admired so much, his grip tight enough to mark. His face is close enough that you can see the sculpt of his lips and the fan of his eyelashes, the dark pupils. The wet head of his cock smears precome on your thigh as he positions himself at your entrance – and as he sinks inside, your body welcomes him.

He hisses in fluid pleasure as his cock descends inside of you inch by slow, inexorable inch – the stretch, the burn, the slick fluid pleasure. This time, one of your hands does find purchase on his shoulder – but Naoya is enjoying the feeling of your walls kissing his cock, embracing him tight and deep, too much to snap at you for being such an insolent thing. Your nails leave little crescent moon marks in his shoulder that he decides to forgive. After all – you’ll have bruises in the shape of his handprints tomorrow, he knows it. He doesn’t have a single crumb of shame about it.

If he gets his way, you’ll have more than just those as a mark of tonight. He hilts inside you, his skin pressing hot against yours. You’re so full – he feels so very deep, buried as far as he can go. All of your breath has been knocked out of you.

Your eyes meet his for just a moment.

“Better hold on,” he tells you. “I told you I wouldn’t be gentle.”

The first pull out is swift, immediately thrusting back inside you with such force that your body rocks on the bed. He wasn’t lying about not being gentle; his hips quickly establish a punishing rhythm, helped along by the slick glide of your channel, the wetness leaking around his cock. He pulls you a little with every thrust, the hands on his hips assisting him being able to watch his cock drive in and out of your sex. It’s a mark of the strength he has that the only sign that you weigh anything at all is a huff of breath in between his thrusts – you’ve never exactly felt delicate in your life, but something about Naoya’s way of handling you makes you think that he could break you in half if he tried.

That is, if his rough thrusts in and out of you don’t split you in two first. You give up trying to do anything other than hold onto him, your mouth dropping open in a series of wordless wails and moans.

(Naoya prefers quiet women, he has to admit – but there’s something endearing about you giving up in bed, giving yourself to him in voice as well as body. Perhaps he doesn’t mind a loud woman, as long as the reason she’s loud is because he’s fucking her silly).

His skin slaps against your skin. The sound mixes with your own whimpers and gasps, Naoya’s quieter breathing, the embarrassingly wet sounds of his cock plunging in and out of you. The release that was denied to you earlier with his fingers is creeping back up on you again, all hot pleasure and tight tension. With every thrust, Naoya is hitting a spot amongst your plush walls that has your eyes rolling back in your head and your body all hot and needy. He doesn’t care if you come, really – this isn’t about you – but . . . just another of those things he supposes he could get used to, as the ball of pleasure inside of you finally unravels and you feel yourself come.

And oh, he could get used to that feeling too – how your walls pulsate around him, pulling his cock tighter inside of you, practically milking him. His hips just get faster, snapping against you like a man possessed – heh. Isn’t that funny?

Your chest is heaving, but he’s enjoying the feel of your hips too much to play with your tits again. When they’re all swollen with milk and bigger and rounder, he’ll probably fuck you again, slower . . . and then, he’ll get his feel of touching them. Just like he’ll get his feel of your thighs even plusher, your stomach rounder, your hips even better in his grip--

It’s those thoughts that push him over the edge. Your body softened and rounded with his child – his son, his heir. You’re fucking perfect for it. He groans, his hips snapping and driving so deep inside you that you think he’ll break – and then, he’s groaning, and his cock is pulsing inside you as the sensation of his come painting your walls hot and thick overtakes your senses.

He pumps his cock a few more times inside of you after the initial release, as if he’s trying to push his seed even further within you. You’re shuddering, exhausted, your body aching – and so, you don’t argue beyond a soft noise of pain at the unpleasant prickle as he pulls his cock out of you. You don’t argue when he slides a pillow beneath your hips and says;

“Keep your legs bent like that.”

Naoya takes a moment to admire you. Your pretty cunt is darkened from his aggressive fucking, clit swollen, slick with your own desire-- he frowns as he notices a drop of something whiter and thicker. That won’t do. Two fingers roughly push his come back into you, pressing it deeply, making you groan and your hips weakly thrust against them.

It’s cute that you’re still welcoming to his fingers; that your sex still sucks them in as if it’s greedy to be fucked again. Your eyes are half-lidded, glassy – your lips bitten dark. He thinks he could fuck you again and you wouldn’t even complain.

Yes. He grins at you. Give it a little while, to make sure his come takes – and then, he thinks, he will fuck you again. There’s no harm in being thorough, right?

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