#i am having trouble not vibrating out of my body just thinking about this

[jujutsusimp]

More than a weapon

🌸Gojo notices some change in his body due to his domesticated life with you and you love it.

Truly this is just a some self indulging fluff and cheesy romance but I needed it.

Content: Gojo x fem!reader, fluff, Gojo being insecure

“I really let myself go huh?”

You peek your head out of the book you are reading on the bed, watching Satoru look himself in the bedroom mirror, pinching a tiny bit of belly fat on his lower abdomen. This man is still carved like a Greek god, but finally, he has something more than muscles and skin.

“I will need to work on that,"  he muses absentmindedly, which makes you frown and answer instinctively: “Don’t you fucking dare.”

He raises an amused eyebrow at your intense declaration, looking at you with a teasing smile. “You like this, Babe?”, he demands with a chuckle while you let go of your book, getting up to embrace him. He doesn’t resist when you wrap your arms around him, burying your head in his chest.

"Yes, I do”, you state firmly with a pout, tightening your grip almost protectively.

“Yeah?”, he insists with a smile in his voice while he gently pets your hair.

“Yes…”, you assert, inhaling his scent, his odor is still discernible despite the flowery perfume of your soap. He always washes with your soap, and you love that. “I am working very hard for this, you know...”

He laughs, and you feel his chest vibrating against your face. “Are you trying to fatten me, my love?”, he says with a teasing voice.

“Not particularly”, you answer softly, feeling some kind of happy melancholia, “but this little belly, it’s proof of all the time you stayed hugging me on the bed instead of exercising...”, you start, peppering his rock hard abs with kisses. “… of all the time you stayed watching a movie with me instead of babysitting the whole sorcery world…” In your eyes, his body being slightly more relaxed is proof of your years of domesticated life together, and you cherish it.

You breathe deeply, digging a bit more your fingers in his back, noticing his hands had stopped petting you. In fact, he is really quiet, which is abnormal for him, and you raise your head to look at him. He appears so vulnerable right now that you feel your heart drop.

“I am allowed?”, his voice is barely a whisper, carrying so much emotions. So much fragility. You wished you had the strength to hug him harder. You wish you weren’t so small and you could shield him in your arms like he does with you. “Yes, yes you are, my love, of course you are. You are allowed to live for yourself… to let yourself go”, you affirm, echoing his first words.

“There are a lot of people counting on me, you know…”

You pout at his protestation, finally letting go of his torso to grab his cheeks. “I know, I am not telling you to stop saving the world, just that your whole life doesn’t have to revolve around your work.”

He seems deep in thought, hesitant, and you cut all further protestation by getting on your toes to plant a kiss on his face, until he is the one lifting you so he can kiss you back, loosing himself on your lips with a tranquil passion. There is no hurry in this kiss, just prolonged contact and devoted tenderness until he withdraws his head to contemplate you, his hands still grabbing you by the waist and upper thighs. There is so much love in those blue eyes, but also some doubts lingering.

“What are you worrying about, love?”, you ask softly, knowing he is still tormented. He looks confused, mumbling a bit as he thinks about it seriously for a moment. You don’t press him, caressing his hair gently in a soothing motion. Only an indecent amount of patience and love can make a man like him voice his insecurities.

“Useless… I don’t want to become useless.”, he finally admits lifting you a bit higher so he can bury his face on your chest and hide how troubled he looks right now.

He didn’t say powerless, or weak. He said “useless”. You contemplate his words for a second before kissing the top of his head affectionately. You still have a lot of work to do.

“You are not a weapon Satoru Gojo, you are a person, my lover, an incredible teacher, and a funny and passionate man. You don’t have to be useful, you have so much more to bring to the world than muscles and powers.”

You feel his grip tightening a bit on your body, almost painfully, but you don’t mind, closing your eyes while you dig your fingers into his hair.

“I don’t care if you don’t believe me yet, I will just repeat it until you know you are enough, you are wanted, you are loved strongest or not.” You hammered with an unwavering voice, holding all your stubborness for things that truly matter.

“Alright, alright”, he finally relents, his emotions vibrating in his voice but coated with sweetness. You look down at him, watching him lift his eyes out of your chest. “I believe you”

You smile proudly, borrowing his signature cocky smirk, which makes him smile fondly in return. Still holding you with one hand, he removes a strand of hair from your face, gazing at you with love. “I guess as long as I am strong enough to do that, it’s okay.”

You lift an eyebrow at his mischievous grin forming behind the tenderness. “Do what?”

Before you finish your sentence, he is making you twirl in the air into his arms, and you gasp, clinging at his hair to not fall with a delighted chuckle he soon echoes.

Yes, it was more than enough.

[hotteokyu]

Do Not Touch

Synopsis ~ Wooyoung accidentally bought a feral omega on the street. Jongho is a recently presented alpha who struggles with his unstable pheromones. There are a few bad ideas, and you and Jongho can't stop pawing at each other.

Pairings ~ alpha!jongho x omega!fem!reader x omega!wooyoung

Word count ~ 15.3k

Genre / warnings ~ NSFW/EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, omegaverse, smut, drama, fluff, they are idols, cursing, human (omega) trafficking, hongjoong gets angry a lot, reader is not of sound mind for a lot of it, sexual acts without actual consent from either parties (idek how else to put it), there will be consent, dry humping, kissing, scenting, growling, bratty behavior, reader and Jongho are obsessed with each other, poor Wooyoung has to deal with it, first time knotting, threesome, teasing, boy kissing, woojong sex

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“Okaay, I get it,” Wooyoung grumbled, walking slowly behind his manager through the empty street. His phone vibrated in his tight grip as he tried to play a smile for the camera being held to his face. 

     “Don’t mess it up this time,” Seonghwa nagged, mumbling more nonsense that the mic wouldn’t pick up unfortunately. Atiny should’ve really seen how annoying he was. 

     “Yeees, I get it, I’ll be careful.”

��    “And don’t growl at anyone. They’re not your friends,” he mumbled, almost embarrassed to bring something like that up.

     Wooyoung scoffed. “It’s not like anyone’s intimidated by an omega’s growl. I’m just being playful.”

     Seonghwa was just about done uselessly preparing Woo for his event when he actually heard a growl from the other end. 

     “Wooyoung, I’m being completely serious,” he said, glancing at his phone in disbelief. 

     “I’m being serious too,” he giggled, then quickly stopped as another growl vibrated through the phone. 

     “Wooyoung-!”

     “Shh, Hyung,” he whispered.

     “I’ll send you home right now if you growl one more time,” he scolded.

     “What? That wasn’t even me? I think…” Another growl. “Someone’s in trouble, Hyung. I can smell it a little.” 

     “What? Smell what?” 

     “I have to go!” he whispered, hanging up and shoving his phone into his hoodie pocket before glancing in the direction of the sound… and the worsening smell. 

     “Hyung, can you turn off the camera?” he asked, taking his mic off and handing it over to his manager, who switched off the camera, putting it down without needing a reason. He could smell it too. 

     “I’ll call the police,” his manager said, putting his hand out slowly toward the antsy omega. “Stay right here. Don’t move.”

     “The police?” he scoffed. “It’s an omega.” He sniffed the subtle burn to the faint lilies. “What the fuck will the police do?” They weren’t even that far away. 

     His manager turned, covering his mouth as he spoke on the phone. Wooyoung heard a whimper. Then silence. He ran. 

     “Fucker,” the man snarled. “How am I s’posed to see if she’s any good if her legs are tied?” He tilted his head, leaning into the beta’s face. The beta trembled, crossing his eyes to maintain the contact with the alpha.

     Wooyoung stumbled into a wooden fence as he was attacked with burning masculine, putrid scents. They stunk up an old parking lot outside an abandoned warehouse. There were several alphas lined up behind a much stronger, uglier one. In front of them was a weak-looking beta who stood beside an omega, you, tied to a chair, unconscious.

     “M-my master said-” The alpha spat in the beta’s face, watching with a disgusted frown as the beta squeezed his violated eyes shut. 

     “Untie her.” The alpha’s men started to move toward you and Wooyoung nearly lunged out from his spot, but the beta quickly stepped in front of you, shaking his hands as he panicked. 

     “My master told me not to give her to you if you inspect her before paying!” he shouted. The men paused and glanced toward the alpha. 

     He grumbled, eyeing your unconscious body. “You’re trying to fuck me over with some loose hag?” he snarled. “This is ridiculous! Doesn’t he realize no one wants a feral bitch these days? Will he kill her if I refuse her?” 

     The beta swallowed hard as the alpha himself neared you.

     “Just let me take a look.”

     “I’ll purchase the omega!” Wooyoung shouted, slipping on his paper mask as he stepped out into the parking lot. 

     The alpha growled as he stepped closer, and Wooyoung tilted his head. “I’ll pay now. No inspections needed.” 

     “Who the fuck are you?” The alpha took just two steps to meet him before he could reach the beta or you. “You-”

     “Fantastic!” the beta exclaimed, shoving past the alpha and handing Wooyoung a tablet for payment. The alpha looked stunned, but before he could take the tablet from him, he was already done. The omega was his. 

     The alpha shoved him suddenly. Hard. He stumbled to the ground, his head slamming against the concrete. He snarled at the creature. When he got to his feet, he was pushed again. 

     “You’re pitiful” Wooyoung scoffed, only shuffling back a little that time. “I thought no one wants ferals these days anyway.”

     “It was mine,” he growled. 

     “Shut the fuck up,” Wooyoung grumbled, rolling his eyes slightly. “You’re fucking mated,” he growled, motioning toward the alpha’s clearly marked nape.” You want to buy a feral omega? Want her to kill your mate maybe? Or maybe you wanna use her as a toy. Keep her locked away for when you’re bored. Disgusting.” 

     The sirens in the distance shut the alpha’s jaw tight. It wasn’t very illegal to sell and purchase omegas like this. But he was probably a somewhat public scumbag. He couldn’t have his name tarnished like that. Though, neither could Wooyoung. 

     The alpha backed off first, filing into a black van with his goons. They drove off pretty fucking fast. 

     The beta was gone.

     It was just him. And you.

     His harsh glare softened as he laid his eyes on you. You were beautiful but so destroyed. You were covered in ripped cloth and torn skin. Blood, bruises, and scars. 

     He knelt down in front of you. There were remnants of foam at the sides of your mouth. Your lips twitched as you struggled with your consciousness. You were drugged, definitely.

     He slowly began to untie you. As his manager’s scent came closer and closer, his feet dashing across the pavement, he closed his eyes as he realized exactly what he’d done. He’d saved you. But he’d fucking bought you. He bought an omega.

     “Wooyoung!” he gasped. “Fuck! Are you okay?! Is she okay? The police are almost here!” Wooyoung glanced at his face with an unsure expression.

     “Hyung…”

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The looks on their faces were heartbreaking. But the more he thought about it, the more he was sure he did the right thing. Even as he was deep in a bow, kneeling on the ground, he knew he did the right thing. She was free now. As long as no one found out about what he did, it was all alright. She was free.

     But they looked so disappointed. 

     “Did you-!” Hongjoong had to take a long breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose tightly between his fingers. “Did you think for just a SECOND? Just one? That that might not have been the best thing to do?” His eyes were wide, his brows high in utter disbelief. “Fuck, Wooyoung, this could destroy hundreds of lives. Us, our familes, the company, the employees, their fucking families. If this gets out… holy shit…” He was really trying his best not to scream. He really was. Because Wooyoung was an omega, and, although it usually didn’t matter, Hongjoong was an alpha. He would hurt him by letting his anger loose. But it was quickly becoming nearly impossible. 

     “Hyung, I’m so sorry,” Wooyoung pleaded, his voice trembling as he rubbed his hands together desperately. “You know she would’ve gone with that man. She would’ve been his slave. She would’ve-”

     “Wooyoung,” Seonghwa gently interrupted. “Get off the floor. Let’s just talk about it, okay?” 

     Wooyoung shook his head. “I deserve to die, Hyung, but I’d rather die than see her get sold away. Fuck the police. Fuck the law. Fuck me,” he bit his lip as he felt hot tears built at his eyes. “She doesn’t deserve that, Hyung.”

     “The police-”

     “No!” He lifted his head with a deep scowl. “You know they wouldn't have helped her! You know the law wouldn’t have stopped it!”

     Hongjoong clenched his jaw in frustration, looking away from Wooyoung. He knew he was right. But he knew the risk was far more than just the one Omega. No one deserved that. But neither would the innocent people who’d get caught in the crossfire.

     “How is she?” Seonghwa asked, letting Wooyoung’s expression soften as he met the older omega’s face. 

     “She’s still unconscious. Um… but she’s being treated right now. She has a lot of broken bones. And little things. The doctors said she probably did it all to herself.”

     Seonghwa pressed his lips together in a thin line, blinking a few times. He hid it well with his subtle expression, but his scent soured significantly. Seonghwa, Wooyoung knew, was not against his decision. Not at all. In fact, he wanted to see the omega and care for her. 

     Wooyoung and Seonghwa knew where Hongjoong came from, but they couldn’t make themselves regret Wooyoung’s decision. 

     “I’m going to make sure she’s safe,” he said. “I’ll find her a good shelter. I’ll make sure she gets help. I’ll make sure they never find her.”

     “Make sure no one finds out.” Hongjoong said his final thought with a softness to it. “The company will do the same. Just be careful.”

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     Your eyes shot open with a gasp of air. Everything was a mixture of white and red, your eyes bloodshot as they widened, searching frantically around the room. You were laying down, strapped to a surface. You couldn’t move a single muscle. You pulled at your arms and legs, but they were restrained completely. Even your chest was bound down. You ground your teeth, your head lifting off of the pillow as you let out a frustrated growl. You couldn’t think. You didn’t know where you were. You just knew you needed to get out of there. 

     But your head was throbbing, your ears pounding with each thump of your pulse. It was painful and weakening as you tried to think. You were gasping for air, searching for a way out. 

     Everything was white. White walls, white ceiling, white bed, white straps. There was nothing but white. 

     “It’s best to let her calm herself down.” You froze immediately as you heard a voice in the distance. You couldn’t smell anything. You could only hardly hear the sounds beyond the room.

     “She shouldn’t be tied up like that,” another voice said. “She won’t calm down like that.” 

     Your chest began to vibrate slightly as you let out a constant warning sound toward the voices. If they came closer, you would bite their fucking heads off. 

     “It would be easier if we knew why she went feral, but, unfortunately, we can only infer based on what you witnessed.” 

     “Just fucking untie her.” You heard a deep growl, and you echoed the noise immediately. But when you heard footsteps coming closer, you whimpered slightly. You couldn’t protect herself like this. They could attack you, and you couldn’t protect yourself. 

     “Mr. Jung!”

     “I’ll take care of it. Did you contact any professionals before handling her or did you just restrain her like any normal patient? Fucking idiot.”

     Your heart was beating out of your chest as you violently thrashed against the restraints. The door in the corner opened, and you hissed at the intruder. You glared at him, grinding your teeth as your lips trembled. 

     Your eyes shot to the door. It opened into a hallway of more white. You could escape. If you got out of your restraints, you could get away.

     But then he came closer, and you faltered in your thrashing. You sniffed the air in confusion, your eyes glancing back at the intruder. He was an omega. Your growls hitched in your throat as you watched him step closer again. He was a few feet from you, and he crouched down.

     “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, reaching up toward his neck to peel something off. Your pupils flared as his scent gently wafted through the air. It was so sweet and light, calming your throbbing senses.

     You slowly closed your lips into a small frown. You whimpered softly, wanting the pain to go away. His scent was easing that discomfort and constant alarm. 

     He tilted his head, unsure of what you wanted, and you mewled, wanting him to come closer. You needed his scent closer. 

     He took one hesitant step, and his scent became so much stronger. You wanted to reach out and pull his scent gland to your nose, but your arm pulled uselessly against the straps. He glanced from your arm to your pleading eyes before slowly reaching for the restraint.

     Your breathing picked up a bit, your heart starting to race as his fingers neared your skin. He could hurt you. He could attack you. But your worries were quickly eased when his fingers unlatched your restraints and your arm could pull itself free. Immediately you grabbed the omega’s arm and tugged his wrist into your face. He squeeked, his arm trembling slightly in shock as you took a long breath into the scent gland at his wrist. 

     It was still too faint, though. You eyed him and his soft, nervous expression, and you gently pulled on his arm, beckoning him to come even closer. 

     “Let me take these off first, okay?” he said, smiling gently. 

     He reached out with his other arm toward your legs. You held his arm to your chest as he worked at each restraint. He freed your chest, and then he finally freed your arm. 

     You shot up off of the bed, tumbling the omega to the floor. You straddled him, pushing his head to the ground as you hurriedly buried your face in the nape of his neck. You inhaled deeply and desperately as you tried to breathe in this addictive scent. You grabbed his arms and pinned them to the ground in fear that he would try to push you away. When he didn’t fight against you, you began to purr.

     He sighed, the tinge of uncertainty in him fading away as he tilted his head to give you more access. 

     “You can scent me, pretty,” he whispered softly against your ear. Your muscles relaxed a bit against him as you let your chest vibrate vulnerably. 

     You slowly started to scent him, rubbing your sore glands over his. It felt so pleasant despite the slight sting of your skin. What was even more pleasant was the purr of the omega underneath you. You whimpered in relief as his chest vibrated with yours. 

     “Such a good girl. Does it feel good?”

     You swallowed hard before you could even try to speak. Your throat was so sore and scratched. It hurt, but you felt embarrassed to let him hear your hoarse voice when his was so soft and perfect.

     “Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you let your head rest above his shoulder, just breathing in the air filled with his scent.

     “Mr. Jung!” A voice shattered the content vibrations and little noises between you two, and you shot your body up from its limp position. “You can’t-!” You growled sharply as a man entered the room. He was scowling, stomping inside with a syringe and a muzzle in his hand. 

    He was going to hurt him. He was going to attack your omega. 

     You grabbed his head and pulled it to your chest as you hovered over him. You bared your teeth, your nose scrunching as his putrid smell contaminated the room. 

     “She’s okay! She’s calm!” your omega shouted, his voice muffled by your shirt. “Get out!” 

     “It’s not safe, sir! We have to sedate her before she hurts you.” He took a step closer, and your omega tried to break free. You panicked, your grip on his head tightening frantically. He was in danger if he left. You had to protect him, but he kept pushing away. 

     “Don’t touch her!” he growled, but with one final step, the man strapped the muzzle over your mouth. You buried your omega further under you as the man grabbed your arm and pushed the drug inside. Your eyes drooped as you whimpered, determined to keep him safe from the intruder. 

     As your body fell limp, Wooyoung could finally pull his head from your grip. You quickly began to collapse to the floor, but he grabbed you and pulled you close. He took a few slow breaths as he gazed down at your distressed, broken expression.  

     He didn’t glance toward the doctor as he simply took you in his arms, stood, and laid you on the bed. 

     “She’s mostly healed, so we’ll transfer her to a proper hospital for recovery,” Wooyoung said, gently moving the hair from your face and patting it down nicely. “You are not allowed to enter this room until she’s gone.” 

     He did look at the man then. His eyes were borderline feral themselves, his pupils drawn back into thin slits. He motioned toward the door calmly.

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     You could smell him, though just faintly. It couldn’t have been long since he was with you, but you were somewhere else. Where was he? He must’ve been taken. You didn’t protect him. He was in trouble. You needed to get to him. 

     But this room also had no way out. It was small and secluded, and all you could hear were the sounds of your breath and heartbeat. All you could smell was him mixed with your own scent. 

     You weren’t restrained anymore. You could get up, but it was useless. You walked back and forth, banging on each wall uselessly. You shouted and wailed for help, but your voice was eventually too tired to continue. You collapsed in the middle of the room. 

     You sniffed your stale clothes for any hint of distress, trying to find clues as to if your omega was hurt or not. You could hardly smell anything. 

     And then you heard a voice. It was a female, talking softly through the wall. “Miss, I have some food for you.”

     “Where is he?!” you growled, crawling over to the voice and banging your fist against the wall. “Don’t fucking touch him! Bring him back!” you demanded, scraping your nails along the surface desperately.

     “I’ll bring him,” she said, and you paused your growling and scraping to listen. “But he said you have to eat your food first. Will you eat it for him?” 

     “He said that?” you mumbled, sitting back on your feet. “I-if he said that, then I’ll eat it.” If it meant he was safe. If he would come. 

     The wall slowly opened, and a small lady appeared. She held a plastic plate full of meat and eggs and vegetables. You backed away, baring your teeth just slightly at the lady. She took a step inside and closed the entrance. You saw something else in her hands. A piece of cloth, maybe a sweater. She crouched down and placed the plate on the ground. Then she smiled, holding up the sweater.

     “He sent a gift.”

     You quickly crawled over and snatched the sweater from her hands, retreating back to your wall. You brought the sweater to your nose and closed your eyes in relief. His scent.

     You lifted your head slowly to look at the woman, but she was gone. You put the sweater on, feeling your omega’s warmth and scent envelope you. You felt nearly content as you crawled over to the plate of food by the other wall. If you ate the food, he would come see you. He was safe. 

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     “You can’t go there,” Hongjoong said, watching as Wooyoung’s expression dropped completely. “It can't be disguised as going to the hospital for yourself. It’s a facility for feral rehab, Wooyoung.” 

     “Maybe I’ve gone feral,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes when Hongjoong looked very unamused.

     “The company declined.” He shrugged. “Trust me, I asked and argued for your case. They said sending your sweater was risky enough. You can’t go see her.”

     “Go see who?” 

     Both heads turned in shock as Jongho innocently stood from a chair in the corner of Hongjoong’s bedroom. He was busy on his phone as he asked, not really too interested in the situation. 

     “When did you get here?” Hongjoong asked, blinking in confusion.

     Wooyoung eyed his captain. “He’s been here the whole time.” He scoffed, leaning back in his own chair, clearly offended. “Can you seriously not tell the difference between us yet? It’s been years.”

     Hongjoong avoided eye contact with the omega, puckering his lips innocently. “It’s literally the same scent.”

     “Hyung,” Jongho whined, clutching his chest dramatically. “That hurts my pride. They’re very different.”

     “What? You don’t like smelling like me?” Wooyoung grumbled. “I smell delicious.”

     Jongho scrunched his nose. “Eh… you smell a bit…”

     “You smell the same,” Hongjoong huffed, ending the conversation with a warning spike in his own scent. I guess the alpha was a bit worn out from Wooyoung's situation. 

     “Who are you guys talking about anyway?”

     “Ah… At my schedule the other week…” Hongjoong sighed, sitting on his bed with a small bounce. “...a feral omega was being sold to some alpha, but I bought her first and sent her to a hospital. But when I met her after she woke up, she really liked my scent, I guess. She’s getting help right now, but apparently she won’t calm down unless they promise I’ll go see her.”

     Jongho looked up from his phone and blinked twice. “Is she okay?” 

     “I don’t know,” he said, staring with wide eyes at Hongjoong. “Our captain won’t let me visit her.”

     “Wooyoung,” he grumbled, rubbing his eyes in frustration. “Can’t you cooperate? You know why you can’t go.”

     The omega huffed and turned away, staring at Jongho. “She’d get better if I visited her.” 

     “She should just come here,” Jongho said, plopping down next to Hongjoong on the bed. His weight indented the mattress and made Joong lean into him, his cheek squishing into his shoulder. He didn’t really make an effort to move, though. “I mean, if she likes Woo’s scent, she’ll like mine.”

     Hongjoong huffed a small laugh. It wasn’t just him. Only a few little hints were different between their scents. Jongho’s was just a tad sweeter and softer than the omega’s. Other than that, mostly the same.

     “No, no,” Wooyoung grumbled, shaking his head in annoyance. “She’ll recover. I’ll send her more stuff, and, when she gets better, I’ll find her a good shelter. She’ll be okay.” He bit his lip, feeling a bit unconvinced himself.

     He worried about you. He scented his clothes and blankets and sent them to you multiple times a week. He heard you’d built a nest and was content with your life when you laid in it. You weren't getting better, though. It was all very temporary. When his scent wore off after a week, you would tear everything apart and scream and growl, demanding he came to see you in person. He wondered if this was just feeding into your mental state, but the facility insisted you were getting better, just very, very slowly. 

     So that’s why he thought he could go through with his schedule in Japan. He would be just a few hours away, and it would only be for five days. Then he could send you his rescented items. It would be okay. 

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     “She isn’t taking no for an answer, Mr. Jung. We understand your circumstances, but the patient can not improve any further without your presence.” The woman on the other end took a shaky breath. “Unfortunately ferality is not very predictable, so we can only speculate based on her behavior, but we fear she might enter an irreversible state if she does not reconnect with her mate, which she has claimed to be you.”

Wooyoung closed his eyes and lifted the phone from his ear for a brief moment with his thoughts. Yelling wouldn’t help anything, but he wanted to scream. He strained his jaw as he suppressed the deep growl sizzling in his throat. He put the phone back to his ear and spoke very calmly.

     “I was told this wouldn’t happen,” he said, smiling to try and ease his voice into a smooth, professional tone. “I made it clear that I would not be able to help her in person, and I was told it wouldn’t be necessary.” His voice rose instinctively, but he quickly stopped and gathered himself with a deep, seething breath. “How long do I have?”

     “W-We fear it could happen within the next day. It is a very abrupt transition, and it is-”

     Wooyoung ended the call and glanced at his manager in the corner of the room. This fucking schedule wasn’t even important, and yet they insisted on him going despite his situation.

     No. 

     He decided he could go. This was his fault as well. He shouldn’t have left Korea when you were still so unstable. 

     He heard the cheers of the crowd from their room, and he wished, for the first time in his life, that they would shut the fuck up.

     He needed to leave, but he fucking couldn’t. He needed to go to you.

     Or did he?

     He looked down at the phone in his trembling hand with a sudden idea. His ideas were never very bright. That's how he got himself in this situation, after all. But it seemed like all he had at that moment.

~a quick note~

     Choi Jongho was 23 years old. It was common for idols to present later than the average person due to the constant physical stress on their bodies during adolescence. Usually, one would present between 14 and 18, but idols would often present around 19 or 20. Jongho presented as an alpha at 22. It was extremely rare, but it wasn’t very concerning.

     Of course, it wasn’t normal.

     Jongho’s pheromones were just a bit unstable. He had a hard time controlling his instincts. He was lucky he had eight older pack members to keep him in check. Otherwise he might not have had the successful career he had. 

     It had been a few months since his presentation, so he knew he would eventually gain control over his pheromones. His doctors reassured him many times that he would have a normal, stable second-gender after about a year, or three ruts.

     Jongho’s ruts were horrible and outright scary for the poor alpha. He was driven by pure instinct and would often want to fuck the omegas in the pack. So he would lock himself in his room and take care of everything himself, even if the other members wanted to help. A knot without anyone to take it was extremely painful, and so Jongho always associated sex with pain. He hated it. Even though the other members had sex often, he would never join. He was too scared.

     Even then, his instincts always went against him.

     That’s the gist of the alpha, Choi Jongho.

     So you can imagine the sigh Wooyoung let out when Jongho picked up the phone. He was seriously about to leave this in the hands of the pack’s baby alpha…

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     You whimpered as you picked up one of the first blankets your omega had ever sent you. It was hardly intact anymore, but they let you keep it. Everything else that was torn had mostly been cleared out, leaving a neat nest for you and your guest. You would have gone for their napes in normal circumstances, but these weren’t normal at all. He was coming to see you. 

     Finally they were giving him back. You could protect him, and you could escape together. You purred at the thought, laying down on the cold floor, nuzzling your nose into the scentless blanket. 

     Then there was a knock at the door, and you sat up straight, your neck craning to get closer to the door from your spot on the wall. When no one came inside, you tilted your head in confusion and crawled a bit closer. 

     “Pretty?” 

     You paused, staring at the wall in awe. 

     Pretty. 

     That was you. 

     You crawled all the way to the wall and pawed at it with a small whimper. You couldn’t smell him, but you heard him call for you. You knew he was there.

     “They’re going to let you smell me, okay?” he said gently, and your scrunched, confused expression lightened so quickly as you nodded. 

     There were some clanking noises outside for a moment before that familiar, gentle scent wafted into the room. You felt tears fill your eyes as you let your lungs fill with the scent from its source. 

     “How are you, Pretty? I heard you made a nest with my gifts,” he said, and you pressed your ear against the wall to hear his soothing voice louder. 

     “Wanna show you,” you mumbled, drowsily letting your body go limp against the wall. He was quiet for a second. 

     “I bet it’s so comfy~” He hummed to himself as he thought, and you longed to feel those light vibrations. “You-”

     “When will you come in?” you interrupted, feeling a bit impatient. He was so close but way too far to feel very at ease. It was like an itch in your chest that wouldn’t go away.

     He was quiet again. 

     “I promise I’ll be good,” you mumbled. “I ate my food and made a pretty nest just for you. Please come see,” you begged, a small pout forming naturally. “You’ll be safe in my nest. I’ll be good, a-and I’ll protect you this time.” You were panting, desperately staring at the wall as if it would open that way. You twitched with each passing second, biting your lip when he never responded. 

     “I’ll be right back, pretty,” he said. 

     You heard him walk away, and you growled. Were they taking him away? Was that it? You weren’t allowed to feel him? To see him? To scent him? 

     “Pretty~” His voice was so soft, practically whispering in your ear through the wall, and your tense muscles relaxed. “Listen to me, okay?”

     “...Okay…”

     “I’m a little shy, so is it okay if we cover your eyes? If you let this nice lady cover your eyes, then I’ll come inside.” You raised a brow, confused and a little disappointed. But… if that’s all it took…

     “Okay.”

     “She’s going to come in and put something over your eyes. Then I’ll come inside. Let her do it, okay?”

     “Okay.”

     And then the wall opened, and the usual lady walked inside. You’d come to know her a little. Trust her to bring you nutrients. At least you knew she wasn’t exactly a threat. But to have her touch you… You couldn’t help but bare your teeth, clutching your pants and nearly tearing them as she crouched in front of you and wrapped something over your eyes. It clicked in the back, secured to your head. 

     Then she left, and your omega’s scent got closer. You whimpered, reaching out blindly until you tapped his hand. He slid his fingers between yours and you purred. You slowly crawled toward him and touched his body. His chest, and his arm, and his neck, and his cheek. You were eager to feel him everywhere and scent him completely, but you couldn’t see. You needed to be careful. 

     “Hi,” he quietly said, and you pushed yourself against him. You buried your nose in his neck and your purring grew louder with each inhale. You were so happy to be back in his hold. He placed his hands on your waist to hold you up as you leaned entirely on him. 

     “Omega,” you purred, “I missed you so much.”

     You rubbed your scent into his nape, delighting in the increasing pressure of his hands on your waist. But then you paused with a frown. Why wasn’t he purring too? He liked it when you scented him. Did he not like it anymore? Was he hurt? You distanced yourself just a bit from his body, and tilted your head.

     “Hm? What’s wrong?” he asked softly.

     Maybe it was the position. That must’ve been it. He was uncomfortable sitting on the hard floor.

     You moved away from him and took his hand in yours, guiding him into your nest. He giggled, and it quickly became one of your favorite sounds. 

     Once he was fully in the organized mess of his clothes and blankets, you gently pushed him to lay down. 

     “It’s so comfy,” he praised. “You built a beautiful nest.”

     You moved over him, a purring mess as you became a puddle on top of him. You sat on his lap, and you reached for his hand, bringing his wrist to your nose. 

     “You smell sweet today,” you mumbled, squirming a little in joy. You brought his pulse point to your lips and paused. His pulse was so quick. You frowned. “What’s wrong, omega?” 

     “Nothing, pretty, I’m okay,” he assured, reaching up with his other hand and softly stroking your hair. 

     “Are you hurt?” you mumbled, putting his wrist on the ground and lowering your nose to his neck. Your chest flushed to his, you could feel his heart beating so fast.

     “No,” he said, leaning his cheek against your head gently. “I’m just excited to see you.”

     You grinned, purring as you pushed your body further into his. “Then are you sleepy?” you asked.

     “No, pretty, I’m not sleepy. I can play with you as long as you want.” He rubbed a gentle thumb back and forth on your thigh, a subconscious movement that had you thrilled. You loved each word and each touch, but some little things bothered you so much.

     You pushed lightly against his head, but he never presented his neck for you to scent. He kept his cheek against your hair. He wasn’t…

     “Then why aren’t you purring?” You pouted, lifting yourself from his neck and placing your hands on his chest. He was quiet for a long while. “I-Is my sweater too thick? I just can’t feel it?” You quickly went to take it off, lifting it up to your chest, but he grabbed your hands before it could go any further.

     You dropped the sweater in confusion, but then you froze. It was just a single inhale, and then it was gone, but it was definitely there. Your eyes widened, your pulse quickening suddenly. Your hands reached to grab your blindfold in sudden terror.

     Alpha pheromones.

     You tried to rip the thing from your head but it wouldn’t budge. You grunted, tearing at the cloth, but it was too thick to break. You shuddered as you smelled it again, and you realized its source in complete horror. You pushed off of the man underneath you, scrambling to the edge of the room, panting as you kicked yourself further and further against the wall, unable to move farther away from him. You growled, tugging and pulling at the blindfold until finally it snapped in the back and fell to the floor. 

     You fell silent as you looked up at the stranger in your nest. It wasn’t your omega. Where was your omega? Did this alpha eat him? Did he hurt him? Your thoughts replaced your fear with rage as you bared your teeth, preparing your trembling legs to lunge at him. He deserved to die. You would fucking tear his skin from his glands. You’d fucking scented him. A stranger. An alpha. An alpha that had hurt your omega. 

     “Hey, it’s okay,” he said softly. His voice made you falter for just a second before you growled again.

     Before he could say anything else, you tackled him, his head slamming against the floor as you growled and tore at his clothes. You shredded his thick sweater and freed his bare chest. You grabbed his jaw and twisted his head far to the left to force him into submission. With his nape vulnerable, you leaned down and opened your mouth wide, drool dripping from your trembling teeth. But you couldn’t bring yourself to bite. To rip his most precious part from his body. Because his scent was so clear there. It was full of fear much like yours.

     When your teeth gently pressed against his scent gland, you heard him whimper. But he made no move to stop you, or shove you, or hurt you. He would just lay there and take it?

     What were you doing? You were going to kill this man? 

     For what?

     “Where is my omega?” you asked, your jaw trembling as you fought the urge to protect yourself. Your mind was spinning in a tight circle. Bite him, don’t bite him. Bite him. Don’t fucking bite him.

     “He’s a friend,” he said, his voice tight as he tried to keep his composure.

     “Where is he?” you growled, shutting your mouth quickly in a scowl. Your brain was buzzing, your eyes focusing and unfocusing as they darted from each speck on his glistening nape. 

     You felt tears form in your eyes, hot and heavy as they drooped. You fought against gravity and held them there. You couldn’t show weakness.

     “You smell just like him,” you said, forcing your eyes to keep open in fear that blinking would separate the heavy flood of water from your burning orbs. “You smell so good, but you’re bad,” you choked. “You lied to me. You hurt my omega, didn’t you?” Your voice broke into a single soft, suppressed sob, and his scent spiked in concern. 

     “I didn’t hurt him,” he rushed to say. “I-I’m his friend. He couldn’t come see you, so he asked me to help you instead. Pretty, I’m so sorry I-”

     “He never came to see me,” you mumbled, biting your lip hard as you let your eyes squeeze shut with a harsh sting. A tiny tear dripped onto the blanket beneath you. “They said he would, but he never came. He doesn’t want me.” Another sob broke loose, and you sucked in a hard, vocal breath. “No one wants me.”

     “I want you,” he whispered. 

     Your eyes opened slowly, and you pressed your hands into his bare chest, sitting up hesitantly. You tilted your head, gazing at his face. He remained presented for you. He didn’t move an inch. His eyes were closed. Soft streaks of tiny tears drew damp lines from his eye, over the bridge of his nose, to the blanket where there were three dark dots. His hair was messy, the few strands left laying over his forehead just a bit darker from his sweat.

     He was scared. 

     “Pretty,” he mumbled, opening his eyes slowly. His gaze had a soft determination, but his eyes trembled slightly as they tried to decide which of your eyes to look into. “Your omega wants you too. We all want you.”

     You tilted your head quietly. “You’re a good alpha,” you whimpered as you felt his soft trembles beneath your body. “I won’t hurt you. I’m sorry I scared you.” You bit your lip softly as you gazed at him guiltily.

     “I know, Pretty,” he said, forcing a tight smile. “You didn’t scare me.”

     You smiled at his act of bravery, leaning back down and nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck where his hair tickled your skin lightly.

     “Will you stay with me?” you asked, squirming against him to mold your into his. “I don’t wanna be alone again.”

     When he whispered a soft “yes,” you rewarded your new friend with your gentle pheromones. You knew he would like them because he was an alpha. He could be your alpha since he was so good to you. But he stiffened as you let them out. He even pushed you away just a bit, and you pouted, pushing back against him.

     “Alpha, do you not like my scent?” you mumbled.

     “Th-that’s not it,” he whispered, his breath picking up a bit. You stopped letting the pheromones out with a huff, but his lips suddenly pressed lightly against your ear. His hands slid around your lower back, wrapping around you and trapping you there. “Don’t stop,” he purred.

     He stopped as soon as he started, turning his head away and slapping his hand to his mouth with wide eyes. He let go of you and pushed his hands under his back, putting his body’s weight on them as he took slow, deep breaths.

     “Alpha?” she whimpered and gained a long groan in response. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing heavily through his nose as he cupped his mouth tightly. “Alpha, what’s wrong?”

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     “You did WHAT?!” Hongjoong screamed out of pure shock rather than anger. He was fucking pissed, of course.

     “You’re joking,” Seonghwa laughed. “You mean he’s there right now?” His eyes were wide in horror as the remnants of his disbelieving smile were slowly fading.

     Wooyoung nodded, and both Seonghwa and Hongjoong jumped to their feet. Hongjoong grabbed Wooyoung’s arm and dragged him to the door as they all ran out of the dorm, grabbing whatever shoes were in reach. 

     Wooyoung felt like he would cry as he explained the situation on the way there. When he was done telling the story, there was no response. The car ride was silent.

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     Jongho was trembling as he gently mouthed at your neck, just below your jaw. Your fingers ran through his hair as you purred encouragingly. He hovered over you, his chest pushed against yours. He hummed pleasantly at your vibrations, and his mind was so tingly and fuzzy from your scent. 

     He groaned as he left a trail of light kisses from your jaw to your soft lips. They moved slowly and gently, hesitant but instinctually comforting. He slid his tongue between your puffy lips, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb rested on her chin and opened her mouth just a bit wider. 

     You sighed into his mouth, your hand sliding from his hair to the nape of his neck as you caressed the sensitive skin there. He pushed further into you, wanting to feel more of your ticklish touches and praising vibrations. He opened his eyes, gazing at your soft expression as your hips connected just slightly.

     “So sweet,” he mumbled into your mouth, wondering if your scent would get sweeter if he-

     He paused, lifting his body from yours immediately. His pupils contracted in sudden horror. What the fuck was he doing?! 

     You whimpered, your hands resting on your chest as it slowly rose and fell. Your eyes were glazed over, and your skin was so hot and smooth as it kept your clothes tightly to your burning skin. 

     He shook his head and slapped his cheeks together. He needed to stay focused. He couldn’t give in. 

     No matter how fucking delicious you looked. 

     He whimpered, covering his eyes helplessly. He needed to leave. Your scent, your touch, just looking at you. It was getting to him, and he didn’t know how much he could take. 

     He heard a muffled moan, and he uncovered his eyes to glance down at you. He watched as a tear slipped from your eye, and your teeth bit hard on your bottom lip. His breathing picked up as he let out a small, sudden whimper of pleasure. Something felt so good. Your soft, constant movements brought his eyes down and down to where your hips connected. His brows furrowed together as he let out a choked groan. Your hips ground down against his aching bulge, giving him just the slightest friction. He could smell your sweet slick and hear it with each press against him. He saw it seep through your shorts and onto his pants, and he had to place his hands on the ground to support his body as he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the weakening sight. He pushed instinctively against you once and growled quietly at the pressure, his head hanging as he stared at your clothed pussy against his cock.

     He needed to move away. Fuck. You were so wet. He needed to move away. His hyungs. That’s right. They would yell at him. They would punish him. They would be so disappointed. He took a deep, trembling breath. That’s right. He would call Seonghwa-hyung for help. He would know what to do. 

     “Alpha,” you moaned, and he twitched, his eyes shooting to yours, though his head remained limp, hanging by his neck. You pushed a bit harder, setting a slow, hesitant rhythm. 

     He let low rumbles escape as he took your waist in his hands and held you still.

     “Please, alpha, I wanna feel it ngh~” you whimpered as you watched his eyes through his damp bangs grow so fucking hungry as they were forced back on your pussy against him. 

     He bared his teeth, rolling his hips against yours as he lifted his head and let out a pleasured sigh. He brought his movement to a quick, desperate pace, grinding as if he was fucking you. Fucking your perfect pussy. He groaned, leaning toward you as you lifted your head uselessly, wanting him closer. He attached his lips to your neck and breathed in your arousal, so sweet just for him. Fuck, you were so wet, dripping onto his cock and your nest, just for him. He gripped your waist as he nibbled at your scent gland, wanting so fucking bad to bite it and claim you for himself. Your perfect moans and sighs filled his ear with pure ecstasy as his jaw trembled against your skin. 

     But he needed to prove himself first. He would make you cum first, that’s right. Then you would know who you belonged to. Only he could take care of you. He would make you feel so fucking good. Have you creaming just like this, then on his cock, then fucking begging for his knot. For his cum. He panted against your skin, licking a long stripe from your gland to your jaw as his eyes grew blurry with a thick, drunk haze.

     Then his arms were grabbed, and he was dragged away from you. He growled, thrashing against the hands that kept him from you until he smelled the familiar scent of his hyung. He whimpered in confusion as he was taken from the room and shoved away from your sight and scent.

     He bared his teeth as he glared at the door that separated him from you. Seonghwa cupped both of his cheeks and forced the alpha to look at him.

     “Jongho, no!” he shouted sternly. The alpha froze as he met his hyung’s eyes. He slowly covered his mouth with his hand, eyes wide and fearful. 

     “I didn’t,” he whimpered, hot tears flooding his eyes. “Hyung, I tried not to. I r-remembered what you said. I tried not to, but-” As tears poured down his cheeks, Seonghwa wiped them away one by one, keeping the alpha close against him as he pleaded with him not to be angry. It was always like this, and it shattered Seonghwa’s heart to see their baby struggle so much. It wasn’t his fault. Not at all. Not a single bit, and yet Jongho would always blame and hate himself for it all.

     “You did good, baby,” Seonghwa cooed, moving his disheveled hair from his forehead with extra, gentle care of the alpha’s burning skin. “Omegas… They don’t do that when they’re feral,” he whispered, smiling and nodding when he glanced up at him. “So, it was an accident,” he took a small breath, “but I’m sure you helped her.” 

     “I helped her?” he mumbled, leaning into his hyung’s hand that cupped his puffy cheek. “Will she be okay?”

     He nodded without hesitation. “So, why don’t we go see Joongie, and we can all go home?” he suggested, taking the alpha’s hand and rubbing his thumb against his gently. 

     “Is he mad?” he asked as they walked down the hall.

     “Not at all,” he lied. “He’s just here to drive us home.”

     The walk was silent, but Seonghwa watched as Jongho bit his lip and thought hard to himself. He waited patiently for the alpha to speak his mind, as it always took him a while to find the courage. “Will Pretty come with us too?” he asked suddenly.

     Seonghwa didn’t answer for a long while. Of course, how could he just say no? “We’ll have to ask Hongjoong.” He couldn’t.

     Wooyoung watched as she scratched at the door, sobbing for her alpha to come back. He was a little heartbroken. What had Jongho told her? She hated him now. I mean, he did deceive her, but so did Jongho. It wasn’t fair. He wanted her to like him again. To be her omega again, but she was so distressed about Jongho. 

     “Pretty,” he called out softly. She turned and glared at him.

     “Don’t call me that,” she said, crossing her arms. “Only my alpha can call me that,” she huffed.

     “Oh,” he scoffed, “is he yours? He was mine first, though.” He stuck his tongue out. He was done being nice if she was going to give this kind of attitude. 

     “He likes me more anyway,” she said, laughing as he frowned. “He couldn’t take his hands off me,” she bragged.

     “Look at you,” he scoffed. “Are you even sick anymore? You look perfectly fine.”

     It was true, except for her possessive instincts bringing about this cat fight. She was coherent and had a productive conversation. She was really gaining more control over her actions, and Wooyoung was so happy. He didn’t even care if she was acting like a brat. At least she was getting better.

     “Will you bring him back?” she grumbled, sitting defeated against the wall. “They dragged him away like he was hurting me. I promise he wasn’t. We were just having fun.”

     Wooyoung chuckled. “That’s the problem, Pretty.”

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     “She refuses to eat or leave her nest at all,” the nurse said with a sigh. 

     Wooyoung bit his lip, watching a similar situation unfold in their living room. Jongho was laying on the couch, his hair ungroomed and clothes unchanged just so he could get a glimpse of the scent he was taken away from. Seonghwa nudged him gently, asking him to come eat something, but the alpha barely acknowledged him. 

     “We fear-” 

     “We’ll bring her home.” Hongjoong looked purely professional rather than seething as he often did those days. He looked calm and smelled neutral.

     Wooyoung shot his eyes to Jongho, but the poor baby didn’t hear. He excitedly hopped over to the couch, but his collar was grabbed, and he was pulled back into Hongjoong.

     “Let’s go.”

     “We have almost no information about the patient,” the nurse said, flipping through the pages on her clipboard. “The first record of her existence is November 17th when she was admitted to the hospital.” She glanced at Hongjoong, the alpha smelling like pure disgust as he listened intently to her every word. “We don’t know why she went feral, but we’ve come to know her quite a bit in the past few months.” She smiled then, her eyes squinting in reassurance.

     Wooyoung nodded silently.

     “As I’d said on the phone, she’s in a depressed state due to being away from her… mate. This behavior isn’t uncommon, it’s just… she’s practically healthy.”

     “What?” Wooyoung gasped, looking from the nurse to Hongjoong in sudden excitement.

     “We’ve been monitoring her since her visit with Mr. Choi, and it has helped her significantly. She can form complex thoughts and sentences. She can communicate with others without relying purely on instinct. It’s just this one aspect that has her clinging to this thin string of omega control. She’s completely reliant on her mate, and we… to be frank, we’re unsure of what to do, as Mr. Choi… is not her mate.”

     Hongjoong nodded, biting his lip in slight frustration.

     “We will allow her to go home with you, but there are a few things you should be aware of.”

     Hongjoong knew little to nothing about ferality. He knew the basics that were taught in school, but he’d never needed to know much more than that. Wooyoung, however, had made himself an expert throughout his life, as he’d donated regularly to foundations such as these. He knew what they would need to do, but he would let the nurse lay it all on his hyung.

     The nurse took a deep breath. “Once the patient is completely of sound mind, she will immediately enter pre-heat. It will last two days at most before she will have to endure an unsuppressed heat.” She gazed sympathetically at the alpha. “Number two… I understand you and your pack have extremely demanding and busy schedules. The patient, as she isn’t exactly thinking clearly, won’t understand the concept of leaving and returning. Each time you leave, she’ll think you’re gone forever. Each time you come back, she’ll think you’ll stay forever. She can be… for lack of a better term… trained, but it’s unlikely her ferality will last that long.” She cleared her throat. “Lastly, the patient will remember everything when she returns to the surface. Her omega is in control right now, but she is witnessing everything. Please keep that in mind. She may be distressed or embarrassed once everything is over. You’ll want to ease her mind. Comfort her.” 

     Hongjoong nodded, taking a long, tired breath. “What about my pack?” he asked, knowing the answer wouldn’t be anything he liked. “There’s eight of us. Four alphas, one being me, three omegas, one being Wooyoung, and one beta. She won’t like that, will she?” 

     She chuckled. “Definitely not.” His lips fell into a thin line. “Mr. Choi and Mr. Jung have similar scents. That’s how this situation came about?” she asked, leaning in slightly with an intrigued look. 

     Wooyoung nodded.

     She hummed, thinking to herself. “You all live together?” They nodded again. “This is tough…” she mumbled. “She’s recovering nicely. We were watching the cameras closely, and she totally almost bit him.” She closed her mouth for a moment, watching as both of them raised their brows in shock. She cleared her throat, speaking before they could say anything rash. “But she didn’t. I mean, we wouldn’t have let her bite him, of course, but she stopped herself. She’s getting there, which is why we’re considering the possibility of moving her out at all. She might have the urge to attack your packmates, but I don’t think she will. It’s an issue that it’s a possibility at all, though. It would distress her and could harm the progress. However, it could also develop her control over her instincts, making her a bit more immune to ferality and its control over her mind and body.” She groaned. “It’s all very two-sided.”

     “So, what do you recommend?” Hongjoong asked, trying to piece together everything she was saying. 

     “I…” She scrunched her face and slowly swayed her head from side to side. “I recommend that Mr. Choi and Mr. Jung share a room and-”

     Hongjoong put his hand up, his lips pressed tightly together in a moment of silence. “You want the omega to share a living space with our baby alpha?” he asked in disbelief.

     The nurse glanced at Wooyoung, not exactly expecting those words. “Yes.”

     “That won’t do,” he sighed before leaning closer to the nurse. “Did you see them earlier?” he whispered.

     “Mr. Kim. What happened earlier was actually very significant to her recovery. Feral omegas don’t participate in sexual activities.” He scoffed. “Please understand. If the two are close together, she’ll recover very quickly. That is certain.”

     He chewed lightly on his lip before he sat back in his chair and motioned for her to continue off where she’d left before he interrupted.

     She cleared her throat. “After a few days, she’ll be used to the new environment. Introduce her very slowly to the other pack members. Start with the omegas. Then the betas. Then, with extreme, and I mean EXTREME, caution, the alphas.” She sighed, nodding as she thought over the plan a few times. 

     They nodded, feeling somewhat content with that answer. He could do that. Wooyoung and Jongho could fix their schedules and help her at every hour. They could do it.

“I just have one more question,” Hongjoong said, glancing at Wooyoung hesitantly, then back at the nurse. “It’s been months since she was first admitted, but she hasn’t had a heat. What does that… Does she get heats… while like that?”

     The nurse shook her head. “The pheromones build and build within until she regains full control over her body. Mm… I think it would be best to admit her to a heat sanctuary, as it will be very strong. Unless you have a proper conversation with the patient before her heat, admit her. If she tells you otherwise with a completely sound mind, then do as she wishes. It’ll be a frightening experience, so please help her with her requests. Also, during her stay, she has been on pheromone medication, which helps reorganize her pheromones but prevent her from getting pregnant. I assure you that condoms won’t be necessary in the event of a heat.”

     “Oh.”

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     The alphas were a little unhappy to be kicked out of the dorm for the omega guest, as they’d be away from their pack for a while. The omegas and beta of the pack would be allowed to stay, though there were boundaries put into place. Jongho and Wooyoung would share their room and live with you until you recovered. 

     “Come on, Prettyyy,” Wooyoung whined, tugging at the determined omega’s arm. “We have to go hooome.” 

     She shook her head, breaking away from him. “I won’t go home with you. Bring me my alpha,” she demanded.

     “He’s at home!” he huffed. “We have to go there so you can see him!”

     She tilted her head. “I can see him if I go there?” she mumbled. 

     She sat in the front seat beside him, which he knew was probably a bad idea. Though the back seat might have been worse. 

     She fidgeted with the buttons, pressing each one in wonder as he swatted her hand away.

     You woke up snuggled delicately in fluffy, blissfully scented blankets. You didn’t feel the need to stir or panic. You were floating with your head light and limbs melted nicely into the fluff. When you felt a shift in the blankets, you were snatched from your dreamy state, and you shot up, panting as you looked to your right. 

     Your omega was stretched out on the other side of the bed, wrapped up in the arms of the similar scented alpha. His head was buried in his warm chest, and his hands were stuffed underneath the alpha’s shirt for the warmth of his bare skin. They snuggled close and shivered every few seconds, though they were definitely asleep. 

     You pouted as you pulled at your omega’s arm, peaking over him at your sleepy alpha. His lips puffed out as he squished his cheek into the soft pillow. You pulled the brat away from him without stirring any of them awake. Then, you slid over your omega to slot yourself into the puddle of sleepy warmth between them. You sighed, enveloped in their scents, as you pushed your body against the alpha. You were sandwiched tightly yet comfortably between them, and you let yourself fall limp as they squirmed gently to mold into you. You buried your nose in your alpha’s neck, purring softly. Only here could your mind clear even slightly. Your omega was constantly demanding control, but here… Here she was softly at bay.

     “Pretty,” your alpha groaned softly into your ear. You slowly opened your eyes with a happy curve to your lips as you woke up. “Keep your hands to yourself, okay?” he mumbled, his fingers wrapping gently around your wrists and pressing your hands down to your legs. 

     “I’m sorry, alpha,” you quietly said, wondering what you did to make him uncomfortable.

     His lips pressed together as he brought one of his hands away from your wrist to push back a few loose strands of your soft hair from your eyes. You closed your eyes and leaned into the subtle touch. He was such a perfect alpha, taking care of you when he didn’t have to.

     Then you did the same for him, glazing your fingertips over his forehead. You rested your hand on the side of his neck, your fingers rubbing gently over the hair behind his ear. He let you stay there, melting into his pillow at the delicate touch, but when you fingers lowered and grazed over the edge of his scent gland, you felt something on his skin there. He flinched, and he grabbed your wrist and pulled it away, breaking his eyes away from yours. 

     “Keep your hands to yourself,” he reminded, slowly pushing your hand to the bed. 

     You frowned, pushing your body a bit further into his sleepy warmth. “You don’t like it when I touch you?” you whimpered, and your mind went from one thought to another in a growing worry. “You don’t like me anymore? Alpha hates me?”

     He shook his head hurriedly. “No, Pretty, that’s not it,” he whispered. He brought his face closer until it was just an inch or two away from yours. “We’ll get in trouble. Wooyoung will yell at us.” 

     “Who is that,” you grumbled, scowling at the stupid reason you couldn’t be close to your alpha. You knew it was your omega speaking these harsh thoughts, but you kind of agreed. He said he was yours. You were meant for each other. You wanted to have him for yourself. You wanted to smell him. Touch him. Kiss him. Who the fuck could keep him from you.

     You kissed him. It was a little peck, but his eyes went wide in a panicked shock. He clasped his hand over his mouth as he shook his head.

     “Pretty, we can’t!” he whispered, backing away but freezing when he felt the slight graze of your hand over his crotch. He seemed to stop breathing as his hips twitched forward just slightly. “Omega,” he warned, his teeth grinding together and his eyes fluttering slightly.

     “No one will find out, alpha,” you whispered, ignoring the snoring body resting against your back, “as long as we’re quiet.”

     You pressed your hand firmly against the growing bulge in his pants. His brows knitted together as he bit his lip, looking down at your hand. His hips pushed forward with a soft gasp.

     He was so aroused, clearly fighting to keep composure as he bit his lip with a trembling jaw. He didn’t smell like it, though. His scent was still neutral, soft and nice. You sniffed, but you couldn’t smell those addictive pheromones you’d smelled at the facility. 

     “Alpha,” you mumbled. “Wanna smell you.”

     He shook his head with a shaky exhale. “Wooyoung will find out.”

     You moved your hand from his pants and reached behind his neck. He gasped, going to grab your wrist, but it was too late. You slid your hand to his scent gland and felt the odd thing sticking to his skin. You lifted one of its edges and stripped it away from him. Your pupils were blown in an instant as his raw, delicious pheromones hit your nose. 

     You whined, long and desperate, feeling drunk and needy from just a single breath in the new air. He cupped his hand over your mouth, leaning his forehead against yours as he took slow, deep breaths. 

     “Why don’t you listen?” he said softly. You heard the quiet, stuttering growls sizzling in his throat as he tried to resist his instincts. His hand on your cheek grew a little heavier as he pushed against your head. He stroked your hair in heavy, slow lines of frustration. “You smell so good,” he mumbled, his voice a low rumble.

     His hand lifted from your head and found your chin, gently raising it so that your head aligned with his. He didn’t kiss you. He just gazed into your eyes as you whined quietly for him. He frowned mockingly.

     “Does my omega want a kiss?” he cooed. 

     “Yes-” You gasped as his grip on your chin tightened.

     “Only good girls get kisses,” he growled, licking a slow stripe across his top teeth as he watched your eyes widen in distress. “Good girls listen.” 

     Your lip trembled as his hand left your chin and traveled down, down, leaving a trail of feather-light touches along your body. Your alpha was angry. You made him mad. You deserved to be punished.

     “Be quiet, okay?” he whispered, smiling sweetly. 

     His fingers slid underneath your shorts, and your core throbbed in anticipation with each inch of movement. When the tips of his fingers grazed your soaking slit, he whimpered softly. You pushed your hips against his fingers as they lowered into your thick slick. His gaze was low to the blanket covering you, his brows knitted as he longed to see the perfect mess he’d found between your legs. 

     “Pretty, is this for me?” he purred, subconsciously grinding his hips into the bed as he pushed his nose against yours.

     “Just for you,” you hummed, happy that he liked it.

     He pushed his middle finger through your folds and nudged your tight hole before hesitantly sliding it inside. You let out a happy moan before he covered your mouth with his hand again. He focused on the warm, thick feeling of your pussy as he pushed his finger all the way in, curling it into your walls.

     You ground your clit against his palm as your eyes rolled back in a newfound pleasure. You’d never felt something inside you like that. It was foreign but so perfect, sending little jolts of soft pleasure throughout your body with each slow thrust and curve of his finger. You gazed into his eyes, your vision hazy as you breathed in his thickening arousal. 

     You set a pace, grinding your hips softly against him as he rubbed your soaked walls. You whimpered, your lips pressed against his hand. His chest vibrated softly but gained intensity every few seconds. He growled as he pushed a second finger in. Your eyes squeezed shut for a moment as you let out a shaky breath. 

     “Alpha,” you whimpered. His eyes shot to yours in warning. You lowered your voice to a whisper. “It feels so good. I don’t know what to do,” you panted, pushing your hips hard against his palm with a choked gasp as he pushed his two fingers deep inside. “It feels so good, but it’s not enough.” 

     You pressed your hand against his bare stomach and slid it down beneath the elastic of his pants. He faltered in his movements and let you take his cock in your hand. He breathed warm and slow against your face, his pheromones struggling to suppress themselves in their instinct to dominate you. You stroked it once, and his fingers left your hole as he became vulnerable to the sudden pleasure. His head fell limp against the pillow with a soft whimper escaping his parted lips. His hand left your mouth and rested on the bed. You stroked it again, your thumb swiping lightly across the head to find it wet.

     “Is this for me?” you purred, delighting in the flushed nod he could barely give. He was so wet, just like you, practically drooling for you. “Does it feel good for alpha, too?” you whispered, gazing dazedly at his drunken, hazy expression as you set a slow, light pace in your strokes. 

     “Pretty, I wanna feel you,” he mumbled. “Please, please let me.” He pressed his lips together tightly, pleading with his eyes as you stopped your movement. When you didn’t answer, mesmerized by his gaze, he let out a small growl. “Come on, Pretty. It’ll feel so good. I’ll fuck you so good, Pretty, I promise.” He pouted a little, but his lips quickly twitched into a slight scowl. He raised his voice a little. The vibrations of his chest increased as his voice lowered and his words sharpened. “You’re so tight… I just need to ram into you until I’ve loosened you up. Until your pussy is shaped like my dick,” he growled. “But I promise I won’t cum until you tell me to,” he mumbled, his eyes flickering from desperation and demand. “Once you’re begging for my knot- fuck~ We’ll cum so hard, Pretty. I’ll fill you with my cum until you’re dripping in my scent. Fuck~ everyone will know you’re mine. You’ll be so full, Pretty.”

     You were slicking harder with each thought, drooling as you patiently waited to let him ravage you completely. With a simple nod, he grabbed your hips and shot to his natural spot between your legs. He was panting, drops of sweat streaming from his forehead to his lips, then onto your bare stomach. 

     He was frozen, though. He didn’t move. 

     “You’re such a bad boy.”

     Your head shot to your right, your eyes growing wide as you came face to face with a very conscious, blushing omega. Your alpha flinched at the words, his hands quickly leaving their sensual places on your body and falling to his sides. 

     “Hy-hyung…” he mumbled, lips trembling as his pupils contracted from their blown state. He stared in horror at the disappointed expression on your omega’s face. “I was- was-”

     “Pretty,” he said softly, turning his relaxed head toward the aroused omega beside him. “Alpha was being bad, wasn’t he?” he asked. You shook your head quickly, but he nodded with puckered lips. “He isn’t supposed to touch you, but he did anyway, huh?” You glanced at your horrified alpha. His lip trembled as he mumbled apologies. “Bad alphas need to be punished. Right?”

     “Please punish me, Hyung!” Your alpha said, his eyes squinting as he tried to hold in his frustrated tears. “I’ll do anything! I should’ve listened! I’m so sorry!”

     The omega chuckled. “Get off the bed, Jongho,” he demanded. “You know what to do.”

     You frowned in confusion as your alpha’s warmth left you and he stood in front of the bed. He immediately stripped. His sweatpants and shirt fell to the floor. Your pupils dilated at the perfect sight of your bare alpha. You climbed to the edge of the bed, gazing in awe at his big, painfully hard cock. His smooth stomach and fucking perfect thighs. Your alpha was so fucking hot. 

     “Come here, pretty,” Wooyoung gently called. You let out a curious little noise as you crawled toward him, dragging your eyes away from your alpha’s body. Your omega patted the spot between his legs with a welcoming smile. You plopped down there, your back to his chest, and he immediately buried his nose in your neck, purring like a happy omega. You brought your hands above your head and intertwined your fingers through his fluffy hair, bringing his lips to your skin with a soft sigh from both of you. 

     “Hyung,” your alpha whimpered, drawing both of your content attention back to him. “You said not to touch her.”

     “I’m not touching her, baby bear,” he cooed. “She’s touching me.” He leaned his chin against her shoulder, smiling slyly at the alpha. “Now, Pretty,” he whispered. You leaned your head back against his chest with a sigh. “Jongie needs to be punished. Will you help me?”

     “Yes,” you mumbled, enjoying your view thoroughly.

     He softly touched your hips, pulling lightly at your shorts. “Let’s take these off then,” he whispered.

     You felt so exposed and bare for your alpha, your legs wide and resting over your omega’s legs. Your shirt clumped at your hips as the cool air hit your soaked core. You rested nicely against your omega as his pretty hands did all of the work. Alpha was focused intently on your dripping cunt, cock throbbing and twitching as Wooyoung’s fingers caressed the dip between your thighs and pretty lips. Jongho’s hands were balled into painfully tight fists at his sides as he panted with each anticipating twitch of your fluttering pussy. 

     “Isn’t she so pretty?” Wooyoung cooed, gaining a hurried nod from the alpha. “Did you touch her down here already? She must’ve liked it a lot, huh?” He finally let his finger dip into the puddle of slick between your pussy lips and groaned. “I mean, look at this mess.”

     Jongho nodded again, his head trembling as he took slow breaths.

     “You said you wouldn’t cum until she said so, right, Jongie?” Wooyoung said, giggling when the alpha’s eyes grew a little wide in guilt. “I know you won’t be able to hold it in,” he sighed. “So you can’t touch yourself. Absolutely not. You can only watch. If you can do that, we’ll let you cum, okay?” 

     Jongho looked devastated, but he nodded, gritting his teeth. “Yes, Hyung.”

     Wooyoung smirked. “Good boy.” Wooyoung pressed his lips to your ear and hummed quietly. “Pretty,” he whispered, quiet enough for just you to hear. “You’re okay if I touch you, right?”

     “Yes,” you breathed. “I-I can think clearly right now, so don’t worry about me. I w-want it,” you whimpered, blushing lightly as he planted a soft kiss on your cheek. 

     Wooyoung’s veiny hand flexed as he plunged two of his fingers as deep into your throbbing hole. You squeeked, your back arching as his fingertips rammed into your walls all so suddenly. He hit such a fucking good spot as he thrust in and out. You bit your lip hard as your eyes rolled and your moans and whimpers echoed throughout the room. You panted, forcing your eyes to watch his fingers work you open, squelching as he spread your slick all over your walls and pussy, dripping onto the white sheets. Then you lazily brought your trembling eyes to Jongho, a shaking, hard mess in front of you. His eyes were glued to your pussy, his cock twitching with each sob you moaned. 

     “Woo-Wooyoung?” you mumbled, your voice light and unsure. He hummed against your skin, his hot breath fanning over your bare neck. “Can- can you slow down, please?” His fingers immediately slowed, and he pressed a soft kiss to your neck, still stroking your insides gently. His other hand caressed your thigh soothingly as he purred against your back. 

     “What’s wrong, Pretty? Does it hurt?” he asked quietly. 

     “N-no,” you mumbled, “I’m gonna cum soon. Don’t wanna yet…”

     “Oh “ he cooed, leaning his cheek against yours as he looked up at Jongho. “Did you hear that, alpha? She’s gonna cum soon.”

     Jongho groaned, his nails scratching lightly at his thighs as he made eye contact with you for the first time in a while.

     Wooyoung attached his thumb to your sensitive clit, and you gasped, reaching for his hand to stop him as he rolled the bud delicately. You moaned as the fucking best sensation overrode your senses. He plunged his fingers back inside and set a harsh pace against your gushy g-spot. You clenched your teeth, inhaling sharply with each thrust.

     “She’s gonna make a mess when she cums, right, Jongie?” 

     Jongho nodded, immediately seeing where the omega was going with it. 

     “Come on, alpha,” he growled. “Get on your knees.”

     Jongho dropped to his knees. His eyes aligned with your glistening pussy, and he whimpered at the pulsing sight of Wooyoung ravaging your hole with his fingers. 

     “Woo- Stop.. mmm~ hh-! Please… ngh… I’m gonna-!” 

     You begged, tears falling from each eye, because there was no way you were supposed to feel so good. You’d never felt so good. The pleasure kept building as he repeatedly pounded his fingers at the perfect spot, rubbing at your clit and kissing your neck. You began to tremble, your entire body shaking as the pressure collapsed and your orgasm took over. Your mouth hung as you let out urgent moans of pure ecstacy. It was so fucking good that your eyes rolled back and stayed there until your vision was pure white and static. Wooyoung rode you through your high, slowing his pace until you were limp, quiet, and trembling in his arms. 

     “Such a good girl,” Wooyoung whispered, wiping your tears with his clean hand with gentle little swipes. “You felt so good, huh?” You nodded, slowly opening your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. 

     You glanced down at Jongho, his eyes glued to your pussy as he licked his lips in anticipation. 

     “Alpha’s gonna clean us up, okay?” he said, his fingers motioning Jongho to join you on the bed. 

     The alpha crawled up to you, his eyes hardly moving from his target. Once he was close enough, Wooyoung pressed his wet fingers to Jongho’s lips. They parted easily, the alpha’s eyes rolling back at the remnants of your arousal. He sucked on Wooyoung’s digits with quiet little groans as the omega praised him for his reactions. 

     “Come on, Jongie,” Wooyoung said, popping his fingers from his lips. “Your omega is still so messy.”

     Jongho dipped his head between your thighs. His messy hair tickled your stomach as he breathed in your raw scent. His warm breath fanned over your cold skin, but he didn’t stay there for long. He quickly started to lap at your cunt, and you tensed at the overstimulation. He was gentle yet eager as he licked a thick strip from your abused and needy hole to your quivering clit. You hissed lightly at the slight pain in the gentle pleasure, but the sight of his gaze fixed on yours made your arousal spike from its sedated state. He swallowed your slick, kissing and sucking at your clit and lips. 

     You were panting, pushing your hips toward his beautiful face as you chased your second orgasm. You didn’t want it like this, though. Your need for release was much deeper than the surface of your pussy. You needed to be pleasured much deeper.

     “Woo-Wooyoung,” you mumbled, your hips grinding against him as his tongue slipped into your soaked hole. “F-fuck me,” you whimpered. “Pleeaase, please fuck me, shit- ngh~!” Wooyoung giggled against your cheek, his arms wrapping tightly around you, positioned just below your breasts. 

     “What about Jongho? He’s been so good. You don’t wanna reward him?” he teased, his fingers patting your sides lightly. “You don’t want his knot?” Wooyoung hadn’t really meant to say it. He was so fucked out just from watching everything go down. He had said it, though.

     Jongho’s head shot up, his eyes wide and pupils blown. His lips were swollen, and his chin was shining with your slick. He licked his lips as he stared eagerly at your dazed expression. 

     “His knot?” 

     You’d never taken an alpha’s knot before. You’d only ever been used by another omega for their pleasure. An alpha… pleasuring you? Knotting you?

     “Do you wanna knot me, Jongho?” you asked quietly. He nodded immediately, scooting just a bit closer.

     Wooyoung’s eyes widened in confusion. “Are you up for it, Jongie?” He didn’t look uncertain at all, and it worried Wooyoung more than it would’ve if he’d been cautious about his answer. Jongho had never knotted anyone. He was always too scared that it would hurt like it did during his rut.

     “Wooyoung,” he whimpered, his lips quivering into a frown. “I wanna make her feel good. Will she feel good i-if I give her my knot?” 

     “Oh, baby,” Wooyoung cooed, reaching out and cupping the alpha’s cheek lovingly. “Come here.”

     Jongho came closer, his knees spreading to rest under your and Wooyoung’s legs. You watched in awe as Wooyoung pressed a soft kiss to Jongho’s lips before he took his leaking cock in his delicate fingers. 

     “It’ll feel so good,” Wooyoung said, smiling sweetly as he lined Jongho’s cock to your entrance. 

     You felt the tip nudge at your hole, and you gasped. It was big in your hands, but next to your core, you could really tell just how big he was. He could definitely reach that aching spot deep in your arousal. 

     Jongho took slow breaths as Wooyoung urged him to push inside. He bit his lip, his eyes squeezing shut as he popped the tip inside. You whimpered, the feeling of being stretched that wide so unfamiliar but so nice. Jongho hung his head as the pleasure of the slow push inside overtook all of his senses. Your quiet squeaks and moans that grew the deeper he went, your tight walls sucking him in, the scent of your slick and arousal filling the air. When he was completely inside, he had to stop and stare at the connections between you. He was inside of someone. He was inside of you. It felt so fucking good. He knew if he moved, he’d cum right away.

     Your lips were parted as you took slow, deep breaths. You were so full. Jongho stayed there as he tried to gather himself, and all you could think of was how much you wanted him to move and hit that deep spot with each thrust. 

     His hands were gripping the sheets at his sides, his eyes flickering from place to place along your body. He was trembling as he tried to restrain himself from rutting against you.

     “Alpha,” you whimpered, reaching out your arms for him to come closer. He was hesitant to lean in, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his face to your scent gland with a trembling breath. “You can touch me,” you mumbled. “Please touch me.”

     He slowly moved his hands from his sides to your hips and squeezed them gently. He kissed your neck lightly and breathed there in your aroused scent as he shifted his hips impatiently.

     Wooyoung threaded a hand through the alpha’s hair lovingly. “Come on, baby. Make her feel good.”

     Jongho pulled his hips away just slightly, trembling at the tight restraints around his cock. Then, he pushed it back in with a short growl. He was quick to pull out and thrust in again, growling again as he pressed his teeth softly to your neck. 

     “Ngh~! J-Jongho~” you moaned, holding him to you much tighter as he rutted his hips against yours, gasps and stuttered deep growls falling from his lips. He grazed his teeth along your neck, licking and mumbling nonsense against your skin. Your moans came in quick spurts with each thrust against your cervix. 

     “Mine…ghh…” he growled against your neck. “Gonna take my knot like a good girl?” he asked, licking a thick strip up to your jaw and smiling against your ear. “You keep squeezing me like you want me to cum inside. Want my cum, Pretty?”

     He purred as he felt you tense at his words. He slammed his hips against yours, the pleasure shooting in strong waves throughout your body. Your eyes rolled back as he kept this new pace with firm thrusts and needy grunts. 

     “Good girl,” he purred. “Fuck~ You’re such a good omega, Pretty,” he praised, whining softly against your skin as he buried his head in your shoulder. “So good~ So nghh good…” 

     He kissed your scent gland softly before opening his mouth wide, his eyes rolling back as your pussy tightened in its chase for its second orgasm. Wooyoung placed a quick hand over your gland before Jongho latched his teeth to the skin. He bit the omega’s hand with a disappointed whine.

     Even so, the alpha’s knot grew steadily. Both of you were panting as he sat up and grabbed your hips. He pulled them down against his thrusts at a quick, desperate pace. Your tearful eyes spilled over as you watched him growl and whimper at your squelching, overflowing pussy. He watched himself disappear with each pleasured thrust.

     “Knot~” you cried. “Want it nghh~ Knot me pleeaase.” You were begging, your jaw dropped as your orgasm built closer, nearly there. 

     His bulge was growing, stretching your entrance more each thrust. He hit his lip, a single tear slipping as he moaned until his knot finally slipped inside.

     You screamed, your head pushing against Wooyoung’s shoulder as your orgasm washed through your entire body. Jongho filled you with his warm cum with a long, dazed moan. You both were sobbing in pure ecstasy as pleasure took over every single thought, muscle, and sense. 

     Everything slowed down, and your ears could finally hear again. You heard heavy breaths and fast heartbeats. You saw Jongho’s hooded eyes as he looked over your fucked out body and expression. He was flushed and sweaty, his hair messy, damp, and curled in front of his eyes. 

     Your tear stained cheeks were kissed by a panting Jongho as he leaned over you. He pressed soft kisses all over your sweaty face and neck. He purred, his chest pressed to yours in a loose, tired hug. 

     You felt so full, but in an instinctually content way. This was how you were meant to be. Your alpha covered you in gentle warmth, his seed deep inside, his cock plugging the hole that belonged to him. It made you so sleepy. Safe and sleepy.

     “You did so good, Jongie,” Wooyoung purred. “It felt good, didn’t it?”

     Jongho hummed, his voice low and rough from his performance a few seconds before. “So good,” he mumbled, grinding his hips lightly against yours. You both groaned at the feeling, a spike of soft pleasure alarming your quieted arousal. 

     “Stay still, alpha,” Wooyoung said, stroking his hair gently. “Wait for it to go down.”

     He nodded, raising his head and sitting up a bit. It disturbed the stillness of your position and brought another soft moan to your lips. Jongho frowned. Once he was completely sitting up, he looked down at where you were connected and took a deep breath.

     “What’s wrong, Jongie?” Wooyoung asked, but he was quickly answered by the spike of aroused pheromones from the alpha. 

     Jongho looked up with a trembling lip and tears in his eyes. “Feels so good,” he mumbled. “I want more.” He sniffed. “But I can’t, right?”

     Wooyoung frowned sympathetically. He knew you probably couldn’t take an entire new round. Jongho was rough, and you were inexperienced to the exhaustion that came with an alpha’s knot. Your eyes were hardly open, your head limp against his shoulder. You were too fucked out, too out of it to even register the conversation. 

     His knot still locked you together, so Wooyoung was careful when laying you softly on the mattress, your head on the pillow so you could comfortably drift off to sleep.

     Jongho was completely hard again, panting and flushed as he forced himself to stay still. Wooyoung knelt beside him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

     “Our baby alpha’s so knot drunk, huh?” he teased, watching as Jongho nodded, probably not even understanding a word the omega was saying. He just wanted to feel good again. “It’s alright, baby,” he cooed. “I’ll let you fuck me, okay?”

     Jongho didn’t answer. His eyes went wide, and his need to rut was getting fucking . Wooyoung stripped, his cock so fucking hard and slick streaming down his thighs from having to watch everyone else feel good without him. 

     As soon as Jongho’s knot went down, he slid out of you slowly and patiently. Then he immediately pinned Wooyoung to the bed, growling eagerly as he thrusted his cock into the omega’s waiting pussy. He let out a vocal, satisfied sigh as he stroked the omega’s walls with his thick, needy cock. The omega purred, moaning happily as Jongho set an uncontrolled pace. His hyung could take it. He folded Wooyoung’s knees over his arms and rammed into his hole, watching his cock bounce uselessly on his stomach.

     Wooyoung’s eyes rolled back, drool slipping down his cheek as he let the alpha take him raw and hard. It was so rewarding after practically begging the man to fuck him for months. Jongho’s breath hitched as he quickly began to lose himself again. Wooyoung was so perfect for his huge cock. He took him so well, his hold meant for this rough treatment. Fuck, he would do this every day. He would make his hyung feel good if it meant he could feel like this.

     “H-hyung!” he moaned, folding over and smashing his lips to Wooyoung’s. “Hyung!” he cried against his lips, rutting into the omega without even pulling out properly. He was so desperate to cum again, to fill his hyung and be a good boy. His knot was growing, and his thrusts became harsher as he forced his bulging cock in and out. 

     “Fuck! Jongho!” Wooyoung screamed as the alpha bruised his g-spot with each ravaging ram of his hips. “Fuck, what a good boy ngh~! So good! Shit, baby, keep going… knot me, Jongie mm~!”

     “Hyung, I’m gonna-!” Wooyoung smashed their lips together, his tongue lapping against his, tasting him and swallowing his moans as he pushed his knot inside.

     Jongo came with muffled cries of pure pleasure as he painted Wooyoung’s walls white. Wooyoung pushed his hips up with a gasp as he left Jongho’s lips and dropped his jaw, rolling his eyes to squeeze them shut. Ropes of cum shot from his untouched cock, covering his chest and dripping from his chin. Wooyoung panted heavily as spurts of cum dripped from his cock for second after second. He could hardly calm down, even when his high had passed. He trembled and whimpered quietly, his cock falling limp on his stomach.

     “You two are so beautiful,” Jongho said, gazing in awe at his two dazed, flushed omegas. Your eyes were hardly open, but you managed to smile at him, a small blush returning to your cheeks. Wooyoung was too stuck in his thoughts to hear the alpha at all.

     “Hyung?” Jongho mumbled, a little worried he'd overdone it.

     “Jongho,” he started, his voice dead serious. Jongho swallowed hard. Had he not done a good job after all? “How… did you make me cum that much… completely untouched?”

     “What?” 

     “Not even an orgasm. You made me cum. A lot.” His eyes were wide and confused.

     “Um…”

     Wooyoung sat up quickly and pushed Jongho onto his back, following him with his hips to keep them connected. 

     “Do it again.”

     “What?!”

     The door slammed against the wall, and an angry beta stormed into the room. “Ya!”

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     “I’m seriously fine,” you insisted. 

     You smiled awkwardly at the beta, San, who was constantly trying to peel Jongho from you. The alpha was attached to you, his arms wrapped around your torso as he buried his nose in the nape of your neck. He was sulking. He was upset that he’d been bad for his hyungs again and touched you, though it was 100% Wooyoung’s fault.

     “Why don’t you ever hug me?” Wooyoung mumbled, glaring at the alpha as he silently sniffled into your scent.

     “I’m sorry, for causing trouble,” you said, taking a deep breath as you were finally able to say what you’d been thinking the whole time. “Wooyoung, I can’t thank you enough for taking me in.” You were going to cry. “You really saved me. They would’ve…”

     Jongho squeezed you tighter, almost protectively as he heard your words and smelled your souring scent. It calmed you quickly, and you took a shaky breath.

     “I’ll repay your kindness, I promise. For now, I’ll stop causing you trouble and lea-”

     “You can stay,” Wooyoung interrupted. “You can stay. If you want to. We want you to stay.”

     Jongho nodded against your shoulder.

     You stared at him in silence. Stay? You’d always been on the run. You’d never had a home because of your debt. You turned to San, who nodded casually.

     “We want you to join our pack,” San explained. “But you should get to know us first. And… our situation is a bit unique. But we’d love to have you. After everything, you’re already family to Wooyoung and Jongho. So… you’re family to all of us.”

     This man you’d just met was saying that. Even after all of the trouble you’d caused Jongho and Wooyoung, they still wanted you. 

     “You can think about-”

     “I’ll stay,” you said, completely certain. Jongho purred against you, his lips forming a big smile. “I don’t think Jongho would let me leave anyway.”

a/n ~ Thank you so much for reading!! I hope the plot wasn't too bulky compared to the smut. I tried to find a balance. I really hope you liked it! Please let me know what you thought!!

mwa ᯓᡣ𐭩

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

You Make Me Wanna 6

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, best friend’s dad trope other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note:Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

As unsurprised as you were when Faye shunned you, you’re even less put off by her sudden reappearance. She does this. There was a whole month in high school when suddenly she was too busy trying to fit in with the local Regina George and her minions. You know she only came back then because she had to work to impress them. 

You’re not insulted. You know who and what you are, even without her father reminding you. You reread the text, tempted to hit those three dots and tap gleefully press ‘block’. You’re still friends, even if she can be a shitty one. You care about her.  

‘Can we meet?’ 

You already have your response typed in; ‘where?’ You’ve been trying to send it for the last hour. Something keeps you from push your thumb against that arrow. Is it worth it this time? 

Before you can think too much, your phone vibrates again. Almost as if she can sense your doubt. ‘Please. It’s serious.’ 

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking fuck. As if you don’t have enough to deal with. 

You send the text and grab your bag. The kids are already asleep, your mom’s here, probably sleeping too. You hurry to the door without a response. This is it. The last time. You’re going to tell Faye exactly that. Next time she can call her dad. You don’t need the trouble. Besides, she’s doing all this to piss him off, it has nothing to do with you. 

You put your shoes on and leave as quietly as you can, double checking the locks behind you. You stomp down the front walk as the streetlights shine down and head down towards the bus stop. Your phone shakes. What the hell? 

At least it’s close. You read the address again. You know it. Two blocks away on Wilmington; dealer district. This isn’t good. 

You put your chin down and set your eyes ahead of you. Don’t look at anyone, just keep going. You sling your purse around your body, keeping your hand on it. You have your phone firmly in the other. 

Wilmington. Even your mother has enough sense to warn you against going around there. You head down and count the numbers from the corner of your eye. You slow as you near the house in question. What do you do? Knock on the door? You don’t know if that’s a great idea. Looks like a flop house. 

You hear your name and a shadow ripples on the crooked porch. You look up as a dark figure staggers to  the top of the steps. Faye looks willowy and drawn out as the moonlight hits her skin. The skin around her eyes baggy and discolored and she’s wearing the same outfit she wore to the club. 

“What the hell?” You hiss as you march forward. She stumbles down the stairs and you barely catch her, “Faye?” 

“I’m sorry. I was scared,” she murmurs as she latches onto you, “you gotta help me.” 

She reeks, she’s shaking, and she’s slurring her words. 

“Are you high?” You whisper at you hold her at arm’s length. 

“Not anymore,” she sniffles, “please, my head is killing me.” 

“What the fuck?!” You barely keep from shrieking, “how-- why the fuck would you do that?” 

“That guy... we were just snorting a little and then... I don’t know. I can’t remember.” 

“Faye,” you whine, “are you out of your mind?” 

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t...” she shakes her head and her voice drifts off, her frazzled eyes dimming, “I don’t know...” 

She scratches her arm and you notice the scabbing there. You sigh and shake your head. You’re so tired of this. As if you don’t have enough to deal with at home with three siblings. Faye isn’t your problem, she won’t be after this. 

“Fine. I’ll take you home. Your dad can deal with you--” 

“No, please. You can’t,” she pleads and grabs you again, “I can’t-- He’ll kill me.” 

“Faye, what the fuck am I supposed to do? I don’t have anywhere else to take you.” 

“I’ll stay in your room--” 

“No,” you say bluntly, “I have work and my siblings can’t be around you like this.” 

“Why are you being so mean?” She whines. 

You grit your teeth and look around as you hear voices from unseen mouths. You exhale and grab her wrist, dragging her hand from your arm. 

“Let’s get out of here first,” you turn and tug her after you. “Fucking Wilmington? Wilmington?” 

“Please, don’t be mad,” she snivels, “my dad’s gonna lose it if he knows. I need you. I need you to be nice--” 

“I need you to stop fucking me around,” you snarl, “don’t you understand? Every dumb shit decision you make her brings down on me?” 

“Huh?” She staggers heavily in her dirty wedges. 

“Your fucking dad. Thinks he rules the whole damn world. And who is he gonna blame for this? You’re in my neighbourhood. You think I want to deal with him?” 

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers. 

“You’re not,” you insist, “this is the last fucking time.” 

“Please--” 

“No, Faye,” you spin on her as you turn off of Wilmington. You have to keep yourself from shoving her, instead letting her go and throwing up your hands. “You have everything. You get to go back to school, you get to go home to your nice little suburban castle, you get to have your dad pay for it all. I have to go work at the goddamn grocery store and watch my life spin down the fucking sewer. I get to lay awake at night and worry if my siblings are gonna end up over here or if my mom’s going to come home at all when I haven’t seen her in two weeks!” 

You ball your hands to fists, overwhelmed by the eruption of repressed emotions, “you get to smile and cry and get out of it all.” 

“I...” she breathes, “I... didn’t know--” 

“You never cared. Never listened,” you drops your arms and slump. “Go and live your life. Live it up in college, move somewhere nice, get married, do all that fun shit. I’ll stay. I don’t get that choice.” 

The roll of tires near as you stand in tense silence. Faye mopes and hangs her head, swaying and scratching, “can I just stay one night?” She whispers. 

You sigh again. 

You sense a car draw up to the curb. Great, some jackass thinks you’re a street walker. You’re ready to tell him to fuck off but swallow the sneer. You could still say so. 

Walter steps out on the other side of the car, “Faye,” he snarls. 

“See,” you turn to her again, “don’t you realise who he’s going to blame now?” You face the man’s broad shadow, “don’t worry, Mr. Marshall, I was just telling her to go home and never come back. You win. I quit.” 

“Both of you, get in,” he growls. 

You scoff and Faye cowers behind you, “daddy--” 

“Faye, just go,” you try to nudge her ahead of you, “I have to go home.” 

“I said both,” Walter stomps around and rips open the back door. “In.” 

“Here, she can go--” you urge Faye towards the backseat as she fights weakly.  

As you push her head down and she surrenders, curling onto the seat, you’re shoved from behind. You barely keep from hitting your brow on the metal and throw your arm back at Walter. He catches your wrist and twists your arm behind you. 

“It’s late. I’m on duty. I can’t leave you here,” he insists. 

“What do you care?�� You hiss and fight him. 

“Don’t make me get the cuffs.” 

You recoil at his threat and fall inside the car. You turn back to sneer at him but his face in covered in black shadow. Your nostrils flare and you shake your head. You bite down on a million insults and pull your legs inside. 

Once he has Faye safe, you’ll figure a way out. 

[juicywritinghoard]

a few more prompts

This crime is going almost too well?

Can you play with my hair? 

Of all the people to body swap with. Of all the days. 

This is no time for cute cat pictures and heart emojis!!!

And ANOTHER THING. Zombies-

Hey. Honestly? [deep breath] [SCREAMS]

Nothing like yard sale drama and intrigue! 

I did not see your text. Actually I can't read. It's very sad. Sudden onset adult illiteracy is very real-

Do not put it in your mouth! 

I know I got in trouble for buying them a very cool toy last time, but hear me out. 

Bite me. You gotta.

I am not eating this raw, actually. Nope.

How long did it take you to make that for me? NO I am not crying 

You drive me insane. Obviously I would go to hell for you 

What does this button do? I gotta know

Sword fighting is even more charged than I expected and I was not prepared 

I know you grew up in a wet cardboard box all alone but I cannot believe you have not experienced this. I think we have to, right now,  immediately 

We both showed up alone to the couples cake decorating class, so obviously-

Oops! Run

It hurts, but it rules

After a bad day, what we really need is some chocolate and violence.

Meow? Are you kidding me? 

Oh don't even get me STARTED on monsters- 

Pick your battles. As in let go of some of them please I swear you cannot fight it all

You know that object from the thrift store we thought was haunted? Haha so guess what,

Good chances we all die. Counterpoint, everyone who lives gets ice cream with sprinkles, so gear up!

I think I pretty explicitly said not to get it on the carpet.

So your mic wasn't off,

Please dress up with me? Please please please?

It isn't my blood. Don't get it twisted 

Can we kiss behind the mini golf windmill one more time? 

Magic is real, it just looks fake. 

Quick! Propose to me! Also, what's your name? 

We have to get you a new super costume.

You're enchanting. You're resplendent. You're a little bit on fire,

I gotta be honest. I have no idea what's going on and I think I waited too long to say so. Sorry?

Why do they have cat ears? They're supposed to be DEAD

I have normal feelings about this. And regular opinions. And I'm vibrating a reasonable amount.

Help, help, I'm not supposed to be in this universe!! 

I will help you ruin your hair, obviously, but you have to tell me what's going on. 

You wore that to the funeral?? 

Baking is science. Wizardry is science. You know what isn't science? 

Tired, angry, and covered in spaghetti sauce, and here I am at your door. But I can explain?

Bear. Seriously 

gonna destroy you and end your legacy forever xoxo <3

Nothing could possibly make me laugh right now. Don't you dare start doing silly voices at me. 

You know what this giant fancy crystal is good for? Blunt force head trauma 

I know it's super dangerous but when your eyes glow like that I can't focus on the battle at all…

Life finds a way?

Fighting? No, no, we're having a great time arguing about this. 

[crow-n-tell]

I had a lot of trouble with this lil guy. Weird lil music men aren't easy to shift over when their body's are so... Weird. Still, here! Hermit Crab Music Men!

If you wanna see what went on in my mind for this come right this way...

So a lil info about these boys! These lil music men have adapted to live in the safe shallows, as well as some undersea areas if need be - having two different palettes which match... you've probably guessed by the additions of orange in the music mans usual pastels

Acid mushrooms! I realized as I was trying to get it all sorted that they are a nearly identical color scheme so it worked out that their colors are a little wacky. Not that real life crabs aren't a bit audacious in their colorings too. Actually the deep sea version of this guy is based off a purple crab called the Palawan Purple Crab who comes from the Philippines.

Their colors are more so for other crabs of their species to recognize them, or so I've read, but in this particular scenario it suits our lil music man as a sort of camouflage too.

Aside from it being a sort of camouflage, it also gives you insight into these lil guys diet. Most of what (I really need to come up with a name for these guys, but all I keep thinking of is crab rangboom. like crab rangoon? but a sound pun.) they eat are poisonous, which has directly affected how predators view them. Yea see, there are certain families of crabs which are toxic only because they are eating things that should not be eaten.

So music men don't have a lot of predators, other than those who have natural immunities to things like that... ahem, moon.

I imagine that the crabs closer to the surface tend to a little smaller than knee high for an average height human, where as deeper sea versions of them are a lot bigger... Like... I DONT KNOW, Leviathan big? After all these are just lil guys, lets not forget about the big music man!

Next topic is... oh yeah!

Seismic communication is basically communication through vibrations. Not just through the water, actually it's used by spiders which we can all sort of agree is what the OG music boys are. Spiders use seismic communication when it comes to their webs in particular, able to sense through vibrations in their web if they've captured prey.

Similarly a lot of sea creatures use vibrations as means of communication. Not only in the way spiders do, but sensing out prey; but by avoiding predators or talking to each other. Crabs in particular use all three, but in terms of communication to one another its been noted they will rub their legs together like crickets to talk to other crabs.

For our lil crabby boys, their claws are fashioned sort of like the the original music man has. Hollowed out in the center, they are able to click their lil crab claws together to make sounds and vibrations which distress and confuse their prey long enough to snatch em up and eat em.

Of course they also have the very on brand to SB behavior of just being a literal face hugger if they come out of the shell.

m...mmmmm..... no... noo....ooo.......

I guess the only thing left to mention is his lil

Barnacles!

I struggled with how i'd give this lil guy a top hat. Then. I remember how WEIRD barnacles are. You see a lot of barnacles that look a lil something like this:

But they come in many variations!

And I hate all of them! they are great for designs, helpful in this case, but I get nauseous when looking at them and I can't even begin to understand why.

Sorry if my adhd really popped out on this one, I am actually holding back some of the mostly irrelevant information about colors and uh, other stuff.

[neteyamslovrr]

heyhey its billie anon, i was thinking whether you could make an aonung fic based on her song "halley's comet" !! incase you havent heard it or since you dont listen to her anymore, here's an idea: reader is a metkayina and is betrothed to another random metkayina as she is one of the best healers of the clan and accidentally falls inlove with aonung, she knows it's wrong but she just cant help but cut off the betrothal infront of her parents and the other metkayina's family. ronal and tonowari hear ab this incident and 100% understand that love cannot be controlled by one (maybe from experience, ronal/tonowari maybe had a similar incident like reader) and reasons with reader's parents. you can write the rest if you want!! (also, i wld LIVE to see a small little epilogue if you could..?) (this was the lil idea i had!)

I NEED HIM NOT YOU

summary: betrothed to another you knew it was wrong to fall in love with ao'nung, but you can't help it because it feels so right.

───͙⊱••✩••̩̩͙⊰•───

Betrothed since infancy. A curse it was. To be spoken for before you could speak. It was a curse.

Iye, your promise. Iye, the innocent who longed for you. Iye, the man who you were chosen to be with. Ao’nung, the chief’s son who kissed you goodnight daily. Ao’nung, the lover who you longed for. Ao’nung the man you were destined to be with.

His kisses were addicting, his touches were exhilarating, his words were mesmerizing. His love was wrong. Your love was wrong. So why did it feel so right. When his hands trail down your body, when he recites his love to you, when he brings you small gifts. It felt so right.

“I have dinner with Iye tonight.” His name was like fire to your tongue. It spread and destroyed everything it touched. “My parents want to plan our ceremony, soon.”

Ao’nung had you enclosed in his arms as you laid in a cave far away from the village. A peaceful place to enjoy the serenity. The mention of that man’s name made his hold on you tighten. It had been known you were betrothed, promised, that you were untouchable but that didn’t stop the flutters in his heart when he saw your beauty, when he heard your laugh.

“I am going to call it off.” Ao’nung’s eyes widened, were you about to be his?

“You’ll get in so much trouble flower.”

“I don’t care. I can’t keep laying in your arms every day knowing one day I will have to wake up in the arms of another.”

“Has something happened? This is something reckless I would do, not you.” You chuckled before letting out a sigh indicating something indeed did happen.

“Iye’s mother and my mother were talking. About grandchildren. It repulsed me.” Ao’nung felt repulsed too. The thought of you bearing children that weren’t his. It was his nightmare.

“Fair enough.” His deep chuckle rumbled as you felt the vibrations of his chest on your back. “I just don’t want you to get in trouble. That’s my thing.”

“I could never top you my troublesome mate.” Ao’nung squeezed you tightly kissing the top of your head.

“We should go now…” Ao’nung nodded as you both called your ilu’s.

“Can you promise me something Y/N?”

“What is it?”

“The next time we come here, you’ll truly be mine.”

“I promise.”

Ao’nung promised to wait for you in his marui until the dinner was over. You just hoped this wasn’t going to be a shitshow.

_

The dinner was awkward. Two families connected by one who accepted their fate and one who longed for another.

Sounds of chewing and knives chopping was the only thing breaking the awkward tension in the room. More so between you and Iye. “Our ceremony will be soon.” Iye tried to break the tension, his shaky voice filling the room. “Mother is planning it, are you excited?.”

“No.” Everyone snapped their head towards to you, disproval dripping off your parents face.

“That’s a very crass joke Y/N.” Iye’s mother chimed in, her high-pitch voice trying to cover up the shock of your behaviour.

“I’m not joking.”

“Y/N! Watch your words.” Your mother had finally spoken. Her tone sharp and her glare sharper.

You mouthed a ‘sorry’ to Iye before you let out a heavy sigh. “I cannot mate with Iye.”

“What. What do you mean?” Your mother spluttered in confusion as everyone else in the room shared concerned looks to each other.

“I love another. I cannot mate with Iye, he is not who I want.” Your voice was firm as your fidgeted with your fingers. Heart beating in your throat as nausea swirled in your stomach.

“Who.” Iye’s mother had now spoken. Eywa, this was harder than you thought it would be. Gulping harshly, you closed your eyes. This would’ve been way easier with Ao’nung by your side.

“I am in love with Ao’nung. He loves me too.” Your mother let out an exasperated gasp as she hit her hands on her thighs standing up.

“This union has been planned for years Y/N! Why have you ditched this union between our two families for the reckless son of the chief? He will get bored of you! He is not Olo’eyktan he is a mere kid.”

“Do not disrespect him in front of me. Keep that to your gossip sessions.” You started to grow hot, fire burning in the pits of your rage. “This union means nothing! It is nothing! I refuse it.”

“I cannot believe this. How long has this been going on? How long have you stayed disloyal to my son?” You rolled your eyes at Iye’s mother.

“I have been in love with Ao’nung for years. He has been with me for every part of my life. And I will be his mate. If you do not agree with that, than you can disagree with your future Olo’eyktan’s choice in Tsa’hik.”

Your mother’s fists were balled as she continued to heave. “Go. Do not come back until you have cleared your mind of that boy. I do not allow it.”

“I don’t give a shit.” You screamed before storming out of your pod.

You should’ve figured that Ao’nung would have been waiting outside. You should’ve known that he wouldn’t stay still waiting while your advocated for your relationship.

“Well! that sounds like it went well.” Ao’nung gave you a small smile before embracing you. “You did so well my flower.”

“That sucked.” You mumbled into his shoulder, you didn’t want to cry but you felt the tears in your eyes starting to build up.

“It sounded like it did. My parents even heard. You yell quite loud.” You broke from his grasp holding onto his biceps.

“Your parents heard?! Ao’nung! Are you in trouble?” You were shocked, you hadn’t even thought about his parents finding out yet.

“I’m not sure. My mother said and I quote. “She is brave, go be brave with her you skxwang.”” You stared at him confused. Did Ronal really say that? “I try not to be confused. I am too happy as you are mine now.”

“I have always been yours Ao’nung. Haven’t I?”

“You have my flower.” He leaned in and gave you a tender kiss. “But let us do one more thing and you will be mine forever.” Your eyes widened as you nodded.

“It has taken us long enough.”

_

Epilogue

It had been a year since you and Ao’nung had officially mated. Though it took awhile for your parents to come around they figured they were being too pushy and shouldn’t have forced you to mate with anyone. (They were mostly happy you had fallen in love with the next chief.)

The small cave was still your favourite place. Not because it was secluded or away from other. But it was yours. A special place between the two, a place were a love that felt so wrong blossomed into something so right.

“Flower?” Ao’nung asked as you lifted your head from the comfortable place on his chest.

“Yeah?”

“Did you ever have dreams of us together? I always did.”

“I did constantly, I hated them.” Ao’nung’s face knotted in confusion.

“Why’s that?”

“Because in every dream I had to wake up to sneaking away to you instead of being with you proudly.” You smiled up at him leaving a soft kiss on his bare chest.

“I see. How about your dreams now.” Ao’nung’s rough hand caressed your face, his powerful gaze sending shivers through you.

“I am living in one.”

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a/n: this could be better but i've been hating everything i write. sorry billie anon if this isn't what you thought but u have put me back onto billie

[weirdomellow]

Buzzing Sensations

Pairing: Dad's best friend Ari Levinson x female reader

18+ MINORS DNI!

Summary: You and Ari try the remote vibrator at a family dinner. Things get buzz-y and the sexual tension increases.

[Reader is mid-20s, Ari is in his early 40s]

Personal notes: I wrote this as so many thots were floating in my head. I always loved the idea of being controlled by a somewhat more dominating older guy so this feeds into my fantasy. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut but no explicit sex mentioned, use of sex toy(s), very slight D/s dynamics, hints of blow job, age gap dynamics (younger bratty female, older dominating male, both of them are consenting adults), spanking and bondage mentioned, orgasm denial mentioned

You don't know how you ended up in this situation.

Well.. Actually you do. But you underestimated how much it was going to drive you insane.

You had been seeing your dad's best friend Ari for a while now. For months. Or in other words, he was fucking your brains out for months. It all started with you oversharing the hell out of your break-up with your ex to Ari and how your ex cheated on you. You were drunk, sobbing and just needed a shoulder to cry on. Next thing you know, you were sprawled along Ari's couch and forgetting all the sorrows and heartbreak as he pounded into you like the world was ending. You loved it the most when you two met secretly in hotels, fancy restaurants and even did sauna or spa evenings together. Those were the moments you cherished the most with him, and the "taboo" feeling excited you both even more.

Now

It was just going to be a nice evening with your family and family friends, which meant Ari was there and that called for trouble.  But trouble always inclueded both of you. This time it was you who suggested a remote vibrator; you haven't had the time to have some intimacy together and so you decided to spice it up a bit. The fact that noone knew of you two made it even more dangerous and risky.

The way he smirked when he saw you clenching and your breath changing while he was controlling you made it even more electric. You were sitting across each other. "No panties" he texted you early on, causing that warmth and heat in your body rise.

Each time somebody tried to spark up a conversation, Ari was changing the frequency, causing you to shift in your seat. On top of it, the sneaky bastard had the audacity to bring this up.

"Is something wrong y/n? You seem restless today" asked Ari, while taking a bite from his food.

You were fuming inside and so riled up but hey, you had to play it cool. "Oh nothing Mr. Levinson, just had a very hectic week" you answered to him without trying to make eye contact. He knew your spots and how to turn on that switch. You continued, "Actually if you excuse me, I will go to the bathroom". You made your way to the bathroom as Ari cranked up the speed even more, causing you to wobble as you tried to hide it.

Fucking finally. You had some time to yourself as you sat on the toilet while the egg was still buzzing. You were so riled up and ready to come any second. You were about to send him a text but he was faster:

Babygirl, show me how wet you are

Now.

You answered: What if I don't? What if I leave you hanging there with a hard on.. :)?

You will have to bear the consequences. You choose your punishment. I was thinking of tying you and denying you your orgasm for one day. Remember what happened when we tried that last time?

You did remember that... crystal clear. Your pussy was so swollen that Ari had to pull out orgasm after orgasm after you the next day.

You answered: You are unbearable.

That's why you love me babygirl. Now, show me. I don't have much patience left.

You didn't have much choice left so you lifted your dress up, removed the egg,  pushed your fingers in and took photos and videos of you playing with yourself and licking yourself clean. God, you were so horny and you needed him..right now.

Ari, I am so horny. I need to come.

Not now. You need to be patient.

You whined. This man... He was driving you crazy. You gently shoved the egg inside again.

When you came down, you tried to look cool and created excuses to "You ok?" and "Do you need some rest?" questions.

"Guys, I am fine. Actually I think I will head back to my flat. Maybe I do need some rest" you said as you stood up and started to gather your things.

"I can give you a lift home, I am also gonna head out soon". Ari said non-chalantly.

"Oh Mr. Levinson, thank you but that won't be necessary."

"Sweetie, it's dangerous this time of the night and Ari is the only one who hasn't had a drink. We would feel safer if you gave y/n a lift Ari" your mom said as she looked at you with worried eyes.

You rolled your eyes. "I am not a child mom, I can find a way myself"

"Let me give you a ride and next time you figure it out yourself, how about that?" Ari said. He was in front of you and towering over you. The electricity of the moment was insane. Thank god the remote was off.

"Alright." you sighed. You knew where this was going.

As you said your goodbyes to everyone, you got into the car and into the passenger's seat next to him as he started the car.

"Oh. Someone got all bratty and confident today." he said as he increased the frequency of the remote vibrator.

"So what now? You gonna fuck me here? Spank me? Or do I need to wait with this thing inside of me until we get home, I drag you with me and ride your cock all night long? Maybe I tie you up?" you said without looking at him.

"Fuck Ari!" you moaned.

"Is that it?" you said. You were testing his patience. You knew what was coming.

"Here is what we are going to do babygirl. We are gonna go to my place and you take off that egg. I am gonna give you sometime to calm down but I wanna see you on your hands and knees after that."

He started stroking your leg with his free hand.

"Yes sir" you said, smiling towards him. Your hand went into his half-erect cock under his jeans as you started stroking him. "You know what? I missed you too. So why don't you stop the car so I can show you how much I missed you first?" you said as you started unbuttoning his jeans. He stopped the car as you started sucking him off.

"I am planning to keep you up all night y/n. I don't care how tired we all become in the end. So get yourself ready. I missed you."

"And I am tying you up so you learn how to behave".

He moved his seat back to give both of you space. The night was just beginning as you both felt the tension rising... and well, it was gonna be a good and long one.

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Arachnophilia (Part Twenty-Five)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Word count: 4770

Notes: Going into the Halloween arc now hehe &lt;3

With Miguel gone, you were left to lounge away the last few days of the rut. There was no real time to ponder, no long moments to think. You didn’t get to consider what would happen in the world outside Mig’s embrace because in your mind it was all that existed.

You were left to your primal urges, fulfilling them over and over in the filthiest, most basal ways possible, until at long last your body had decided it’d gotten its fill. You took ungodly amounts of Mig inside you. More thick ropes than some men could create in a lifetime, more rutting thrusts than most humans could take.

He shaped you to him in that earthen nest. Bit by bit, you were settling into him. Bit by bit you were falling into each other.

But eventually, just like the first heat, it ended. You were free, and you slept in, blissfully and wilfully pushing to the back of your mind that you’d have to go back to the HQ now it was over, and you’d have to face Miguel again.

Autumn was on its way. It was time to wake up.

…

‘Mi tesoro?’

You stirred awake slowly, snuffling and stretching beneath the sheets. You were wrapped like a baby in a cocoon, surrounding by lavish silk, and by god you were sore. Even the slightest movement of your limbs felt like you were swimming through concrete. You could feel the little pinpricks on your thighs where you’d been held, similar to the bite marks on your neck and shoulders.

That delicious ache, it was painful but enjoyable. You squirmed in the sheets and yawned.

‘Mi tesoro?’

‘Mm… Mm?’

Something warm nudged your cheek, and at last you opened your eyes.

Your body was being nested on by Mig, with his spider half carefully cradling your body against his abdomen while his human half bent forward to plank over your head. His hands were on either side of your shoulders, and his nose was tenderly nuzzling your cheek.

As he watched your eyes open, his own eyes wrinkled up with joy. ‘Mi tesoro’ he whispered, for the third and final time. You gave him a sleepy smile.

‘Oh, Miggy—g’morning handsome.’

You leaned up and awkwardly nuzzled back. His response was endlessly sweet. The way his eyes instinctively closed upon feeling your touch, the way that huge, gruff man purred and vibrated with joy to feel you close. He pressed a few stray kisses to your cheek and nose before pulling back.

‘I, apologize for waking you’ he said gently. ‘But we are expected back at the HQ today, and I didn’t want you to get in trouble.’

You grumbled a little as you rubbed sleep from your eyes. Even that mundane activity seemed to have Mig fixated, as his wide red eyes darted over every little moment you made. He continued to rustle with joy.

‘Ah—shit, sorry, I forgot about that. Thanks for waking me up.’

‘No need to thank me, arañita. It’s the least I can do. It, does make me sad though. You look so content.’

‘You’re not watching me while I sleep, are you?’ you mumbled midway through wiping the left side of your face, fixing him with a one-eyed stare. Mig just rustled harder.

‘When, I am not sleeping? Yes. I watch you. Should I not?’

‘You just sit in bed and watch me sleep?’

‘Mhm.’ He nodded hard and bent closer, leaning his folded arms across your chest so he could address you properly. ‘Of course. You always look so peaceful, it is—nice, to see. Also, I want to be there when you wake. I, like when you do that little smile, when you see me.’

You unintentionally did just that, offering him a soft half smile in mild exasperation over his soppy romantic talk. He rustled harder in response. ‘Mm. Yes. Like that’ he murmured affectionately.

‘My god—you big, beautiful idiot—’ You leaned up and wrapped your arms around his upper torso, awkwardly hugging what you could grab. He quietly closed his eyes and relished in the touch.

‘Mmm… I will miss you today, mi am—mi tesoro’ he whispered, almost slipping out a ‘mi amor’ before catching himself. You chuckled.

‘I’ll miss you too, Mig. Mm—so, do we have time for anything? Breakfast, maybe, or—’

Mig pulled back from the hug to nod. ‘I’ll bring you something to eat before you leave, arañita. I have the fire going already.’

‘My god, so organised!’ As you slowly shifted up in the sheets Mig carefully withdrew his spider form, allowing you space to move. He noticed the way you were stretching out your sore limbs, his eyes fixed on the little bite marks covering your naked body. He felt the hair beginning to stand up on his abdomen and quickly tried to brush it down.

‘Aha—well, I need to make sure you’re cared for. It’s my pleasure’ he said, obviously speaking quickly to cover for his own arousal. You noticed his garbled manner of speech but decided not to tease him  on it. The poor man was smitten, and he knew it well. You knew he felt bad for just how sexually needy he was, and especially for how much he gawked at you.

‘You sure you don’t want me to go get it?’ you asked. He watched you swing your legs over the edge of the mattress as you stretched out your back and arms. ‘I can—’

‘No! No. You stay warm here, you—I can, see you’re still a bit sore’ Mig said, physically barrelling over to block your way off the bed. You giggled and fell back into the sheets, a sign of mercy.

‘Okay! Okay. I’ll stay here.’

He purred with approval as you sank into the white silk, admiring how it looked against your skin. ‘Mm. Thank you. I’ll be right back’ he promised, and with that he disappeared into the earthy tunnels.

He was quick, thankfully, as you’d barely pulled on your underwear by the time he returned. He lay down a clay wood fired mug and a plate of food twice the size of what you realistically needed to eat at your feet. It was your favourite breakfast, one that he’d tried his best to lay out neatly despite his huge hands and cumbersome claws. He must have noticed your eyes widening at the sight as he let out another soft chuckle.

‘You need to eat, mi tesoro’ he said as he sank into the mattress beside you.

‘This much?’

‘After what I put you through? Yes. That much. Eat, please.’

You felt a slight warmth in your face at the reminder of your state, covered in hand marks and claw marks and teeth marks with a body that was saturated with the scent of his rutting musk.

‘Okay’ you conceded as you grabbed the plate. ‘Okay, okay. Thanks, Mig.’

‘You’re most welcome’ he purred.

You settled down into a peaceful silence. He’d grabbed whatever dried venison was left as he peaceful tearing that to shreds while you ate against the comfort of his side, your head nestled into the soft, thick fur of his abdomen as you chewed.

He finished far quicker than you did and turned to blowing on your mug before handing it to you, ensuring you didn’t get burnt. It almost made you feel guilty, just how attentive he was. You ate through as much as you could until you physically couldn’t fit any more into your stomach.  

‘Urgh—Miggy I’m trying to finish this but I don’t think I can’ you groaned. He glanced from your face to the plate.

‘Mm… You are, full?’

‘Mhm. Very much so.’

‘Mm… Okay. I trust you.’ He bent to kiss your forehead before moving the plate out of the way.

‘Is this like a special occasion?’ you asked. ‘Is that why you’re feeding me so much?’

He shook his head as he leant back into you, relishing the little time he had left before you had to get ready. ‘No, no special occasion.’

‘Not uh—celebrating the ending of the rut?’ you teased.

‘Mm, that would be funny, but—no. I just wanted to make sure you were well fed.’

‘Have you got like a… like a, fetish, for it, or something? Is it like the hormone smelling?’ you teased.

He pondered what was meant to be a lightheaded joke quite seriously, as he always did, lightly tapping his spider feet as he mulled over his thoughts. ‘I… Don’t think so’ he eventually replied. ‘I certainly have instinctual desires to keep you will cared for, but, not in a sexual way. The guarding, the feeding. I’ve always wanted to take care of you. It makes me content, if not aroused.’

You smiled as he went through his deadpan explanation, his soft eyes darting over your face as he spoke.

‘Ooh, okay. Your brain’s tryna fatten me up for babies, huh?’

He let out a gruff chuckle as you nestled into his side.

‘Yes. I suppose so. If we ever try to, successfully breed I promise I will keep you as full as possible. I’ll let you eat while I mate if I have to’ he teased.

‘I mean that could be fun’ you teased back. You saw him pondering the idea.

‘There is, I suppose, something arousing about the idea of watching you, indulge while I’m at your back’ he said, his eyes dreamy and distant. You caught his abdomen rustling again. ‘It feeds into that, part of me that feels gratification from distracting you so that I may, finish.’

‘Freaky spider’ you whispered playfully. He smiled back.

‘Mm. You will not get me with that, tesoro. You are just as sexually unusual as I am.’

‘W—excuse me?!’

Your fake, dramatic shock drew him to chuckle again, and this time he went further. He suddenly dove at you on the mattress, knocking the plate and half empty mug to the floor.

‘H-HEY!’

He easily pinning you beneath his enormous spider form, pressing you down into the sheets as his human hands grabbed your wrists and held them above your head.

‘M-Mig?’ you stammered.

‘Mmm, you want to tell me this does not excite you?’ he teased. You squirmed beneath him as the great weight of his furry abdomen pressed on your body, rendering it totally immobile. As you panted he purred.

‘This, arachnid monster does not stir something inside you, hm? You wish to tell me that?’ he murmured, his voice husky and deep. You felt a soft pulsing in your stomach as he held you down.

‘M-Mig—’

‘You do like that, don’t you?’ he whispered. He bent until his lips hit your ear, and he continued to assault you with sweet, husky words. ‘You like this.’

You felt his spider legs at his side, gently probing at your waist and hips. He felt the thick fur and the strange, unknowable body beneath it moving over your own, crushing and grinding into it with feverish intent. You felt him rustling, vibrating. You felt his hot breath on your neck, stirring the hairs on your nape and the slowly healing bite marks on your shoulder.

You let out a soft, involuntary whine. He felt it run through you.

‘Mmm… You like this’ he whispered again.

‘I-I do’ you panted.

He pulled back and gently extended his foreleg towards your face, letting the fuzz brush your lips. You obediently kissed it.

‘Mm…’ The sigh that rattled through his chest was endlessly content. That sight was like heaven to him, and as he leant back towards you, he returned the favour. He kissed your jaw, your cheek, then your lips, before whispering into your ear once more.

‘I am… far, from the, scared little creature you met’ he said. ‘The, insecure beast. And I have you, to thank for that.’

Despite your excitement you felt a flush of warmth in your chest as he spoke. It was a kind reminder that your sexual escapades, while fun, had a very real emotional weight behind them. This poor man he’d convinced himself he was unlovable, and your body had shown him the opposite was true. He was so lovable. He was so wanted.

For all the breeding talk and messy rooms, for all the soaked sheets, it was almost beautiful.

‘Beautiful man’ you whispered back. He released your hands so that you could hug him tight, and as you gripped him you felt his back muscles heaving beneath your palms. That sweet, gentle giant. He nestled into your neck with a moan.

‘Mi tesoro’ he purred into your neck. ‘Tú eres perfecta. Mi cosita perfecta. Quiero comerte, arañita. ¿Quieres comerme?’

‘You—oh, okay, I got it. Yes’ you whispered, half joking. ‘Yes, I’d absolutely love to eat you.’

You emphasised your point with a little clack of your teeth.

Mig pulled back and showed you his half-narrowed eyes. They were deep, bloody, almost dangerously passionate. He moved his hand and used it to draw your own up to his lips, and with the most tender care he licked your index finger. His tongue was warm.

‘Que rico’ he purred, his eyes fixed on your face. You felt a full body shudder rise up through your spine.

‘Mig—’ you barely got his name out before your lips were locked. All that could escape the ravenous approach of his tongue into your mouth was a desperate moan, one that he eagerly ate up.

‘Mm—Mm—!’

You parted hard only when his watch started vibrating. Mig fought to quiet its deafening beeps with a string of saliva still hanging between your lips.

‘Ah—my apologies, arañita, that—’

‘We gotta get going, right?’

He somberly nodded. ‘Yes. Apologizes, again, I—’ Mig went silent as you abruptly kissed him again, leaving one tender peck on his lips.

‘You’re all good. I’ll see you later, okay?’ you whispered. His sweet skin darkened into an auburn red beneath your affection gaze. He had to swallow hard before speaking.

‘Ah, yes. Please. I would, like that.’

Without another word you both began to get ready. You dragged on your suit while Mig struggled into a shirt, having still not quite got the hang of this whole clothing thing. You ended up having to finish his buttons for him when he grew agitated with the fickleness of slipping these tiny little nubs through such tiny little holes.

‘So, you uh—you’re, meeting with him today, right?’ you said halfway through finishing his final button.

Mig’s patient smile faltered a little, and you felt that familiar tension in the air.

It was the first time that he had been brought up since the day he’d come to your den, since his apology and attempted reconciliation through helping to define whether your genes were at odds with each other. It was clear that certain things still remained unsaid about the whole situation.

After everything that’d happened with Miguel, including his apology, you’d all been stuck in a kind of limbo regarding how you felt about each other. This also hadn’t been helped by the fact that you hadn’t seen him since the incident. You’d agreed to not let your paths cross while still rutting to avoid ruining the good will you’d briefly built, and now everything felt a little strange and precarious.

‘Yes’ Mig said slowly as he watched you work. ‘Yes, he—requested today that we go over the early plans for this experiment. He, sent a message about it while you were sleeping.’

You mindlessly found yourself fiddling with his shirt as you pondered how to respond. ‘Okay. So—how, are you feeling about that?’

Mig shrugged. ‘It is… strange. But, I don’t really know how to describe it. I suppose I am, tentative. But I am not angry. How about you, arañita?’

You shrugged back. It was hard to put all of your feelings into words. ‘Ah… I mean, I trust him. I do. It feels weird but, I trust that he is being honest, I trust that he can’t lie, and… you know.’

You saw Mig’s lip curl, but you couldn’t tell why. Your hands went to his flank for comfort.

‘We’re okay, right?’ you said quietly. To your surprise Mig nodded immediately.

‘Yes. Yes, of course. This has nothing to do with you, Arañita. Just—my relationship with you, it is… a comfort. My relationship with him, it is… a burden. I just don’t know how to trust him anymore, but, I can’t turn down this opportunity. It is, too important for us.’

You squeezed his hand as silence fell, letting you both stew in your thoughts. You hoped it would bring some clarity but as the minutes passed you could feel Mig getting restless, as his fur began to bristle and his feet began to tap. You decided it would probably be best if you both just got to work.

‘Well… You wanna get going then?’ you asked.

Mig nodded and slowly rose from the mattress, his leg outstretched to help you up. You stumbled to your feet with his fur clutched in your fists.

‘Okay. Well… let’s get to it’ you said, and swung open a portal back to the HQ.

…

Despite your reservations you decided to accompany Mig up to Miguel’s office and lab.

It was nice to be back in the HQ in this state. You were no longer hobbling about in that awkward, slightly stilted stance, and Mig was no longer utterly fixed to your side like a guard dog.

He was certainly guarding you, to be fair, just not as aggressively. You still smelled like him though.

Outside it was clear and bright. As you ascended to the top of the building you got to enjoy the warmth of the sun beating through the huge glass walls, a nice departure from the misty solitude of the forest, and you caught Miguel basking in the warmth in the elevator once or twice.

It was ever so sweet. He seemed to really enjoy vicariously being part of society, even from behind the walls of the HQ, safely separated from the people. You knew he liked to take breaks on the big pillars where the sun came through and lounge like a cat, basking in the warmth until his fur was hot to the touch.

Sadly though, today he’d be descending into the dark. You both made your way in silence through the upper tunnels into Miguel’s office.

In here it was eerie and dark. The light was dim in these winding corridors, with the walls jagged and mismatched, seemingly unfinished, and the floor covered in half-finished poorly constructed tech. You had to hop over half of it to get through, and Mig struggled to not get his fur stuck on the junk attached to the walls.

You could sense Mig getting nervous. His paws kept tapping in ways that belied a prey animal warning off its enemy, trying to sound bigger than it was, and every time you brushed him, he seemed to flinch. You ended up taking his hand in yours as you ventured further.

You made your way through into the enormous, cavern-like space of his interior office, and there he was.

Miguel was standing atop his floating desk, his back turned towards you and his hands outstretched. He appeared to be filing through a hundred tabs at once. In the darkness the screens were the only light, and their orange hue gave fine definition to his sculpted torso.

He looked tense, you thought. Not as tense as before, but still tense. He must be focusing hard.

Your echoing footsteps were the only thing to stir him. Yours were normal, but with Mig at your back it must have sounded like a whole group of people had just entered. Miguel glared over his shoulder. You caught him preparing what kind of tone he’d adopt, depending on who’d just entered his domain.

When he saw it was you, he panicked. You saw his eyes widen, his shoulders hunching hard as he struggled to clear his desk.

‘You—Ay, ¡chingado!’ he hissed under his breath.

You blinked. It was surprising, to say the least, to be greeted in such a way. His concern was immediately odd; usually he met you both with hostility or avoidance.

You and Mig came to a stop as he abruptly leapt from his floating office, not bothering to wait until it’d landed safely. The sound his body made when it hit the floor was terrifying.

‘You didn’t think to knock?’ he said as he approached. You eyed him up as he brushed himself down. You could feel the tension in the air like a chokehold; nobody knew how the other was supposed to act, how you were all supposed to talk.

You opted to just act as you usually would.

‘There’s no door, Miguel’ you drawled. He watched as you turned and gestured with both arms to the entrance of his office.

In silence he darted his eyes from the door to you. Slowly, his hands came down to rest on his sharp, small hips.

‘Mm. Yeah. I uh—I forgot, about that’ he said slowly.

Again, another surprising response.

Already you could feel the difference. He still had a bit of that edge, that tinted veil of short-tempered aggravation, but he seemed calmer. You could sense something beneath it now. A man who was trying to be stoic while secretly juggling a lot of feelings. An insecure, conflicted man. A man who cared about being good, about seeming kind, even with a short temper.

When he turned to you again his face was a little less stern. You could see the old, tired lines beneath his eyes and around his forehead, but his eyes seemed wider.

‘You, uh—you, okay?’ you asked awkwardly. Miguel seemed to notice your hesitancy, but you couldn’t tell how he felt about it. Was he upset? He did seem a little sad you were still being so quiet, so professional.

‘I’m as good as I can be’ he said, noting the absolute mess around his office. ‘Are uh- are you, okay?’

‘Ah, y-yeah. Yeah. I’m fine. I’m, good’ you replied. You saw him raise an eyebrow.

‘Ahuh. So, can we stop making small talk now, please? It’s unnerving. I feel like I’m going crazy. Please just insult me and get us back on track.’

You baulked a little at his abruptness, though you quickly began to appreciate him for it. You were acting weird, much too weird, and you didn’t want to do that. You were weirdly grateful to hear him be both forward and nonchalant.

It said everything you needed it to say right now, just, quietly.

‘Okay. Sure. Your office is disgusting, and your know-it-all attitude is unbearable’ you replied with a shrug.

To your surprise you saw him bite down a smile, almost like he was ashamed of it. ‘Mhm. There we go. Better.’

He turned from you to Mig and coughed, straightening himself out before addressing his variant. Mig was staring him down.

‘So. You… came’ he said slowly.

Mig just stared back. For one horrible, awkward moment he refused to speak.

‘In… I—what, are you referring to? Do you mean in the, slang tense, or—my physical arrival?’ Mig asked.

Almost instantly Miguel returned to his usual aggravated expression. ‘Showing up, the—the physical arrival, of course I meant the physical arrival, you—ay cabrón—’

‘I’ve learned that came is a word with multiple meanings’ Mig argued back. ‘I didn’t want to reply under an assumption—’

‘WHY WOULD I BRING IT UP IN THAT CONTEXT—No, no, calm, calm—’ Miguel turned and forced himself to face the wall, whispering in a mantra that you could only barely hear. ‘Tranquilo, tranquilo, todo bien, todo bien—’

When he turned back around, he was pinching the space between his brows.

‘Okay. Okay.’ He lowered his hand and held it out in front of him, stiff and sharp. ‘I was saying, I am surprised you showed up here, but I am… glad.’

Mig let out a low clicking noise as his eyes darted across Miguel’s body. The tension was still there, yes, but it seemed to be slowly dissipating in the face of pure awkwardness. You watched as Mig then clumsily held out his own stiff hand in front of his variants, almost as if about to shake hands, though without any contact.

‘Yes. I am, here to help’ Mig proudly proclaimed.

You thought you saw a physical vein pop in Miguel’s head. He quickly retracted his hand.

‘Dios mio—Okay, well, I guess I should just, get right to it.’

Miguel turned and clicked his fingers. In response, a wide, holographic board materialized before you, one that already displayed numerous overlapping theoretical equations and multi-verse diagrams. Just the sight of it made your head spin, but Mig approached it without a shred of fear.

‘Mm. Is this your, current work?’ Mig asked.

‘Yes, well—it’s my old multiverse work’ Miguel noted. He waved his hand on the corner of the board, allowing the holographic notes to be smudged away. ‘I’ve added a few notes over the past few days, when they came to me, but its incredibly underdeveloped.’

‘Yes. I can see that’ Mig replied.

Again, you saw Miguel’s eye twitch with irritation. He wiped it aside and continued.

‘So.. I may, give input on this, to you?’ Mig asked, his claws gesturing to the work. Mig nodded again. He looked strained, clearly he wasn’t looking forward to receiving any kind of criticism or input, but he allowed it.

Mig nodded in response, and after a few minutes gawking at the board, they began their discussion.

As the two men began debating logistics you waddled awkwardly in the back. You didn’t exactly feel helpful here. This was all far above your paygrade, these two genetic engineers at the top of their respective field waving their enormous brains around like it was nothing.

You tended to forget Mig’s backstory when it was just you and him at home. You forgot that he was a scientist once, and that at heart he still was.

You could see it now though, and despite feeling a little left out, it was comforting. It was nice to see Mig looking so comfortable and at home, back in his element as he followed Miguel’s ramblings without delay or pause.

Miguel, too, looked a little more comfortable. It seemed that talking work was a bridge that eased all of his social awkwardness. If he could just talk business, especially with someone who understood, he could just about pass as normal for a bit.

After all, Mig didn’t demand jokes or take breaks to make snide comments. He was flat, calm, to the point. For the first time you saw why they were variants of each other. They were both massive, very attractive nerds.

You slowly began to back up as the two started raising their voices in tandem.

‘Hey, I uh—I, best get going, it—’

‘Oh, Arañita!’

Mig turned as you spoke, though he seemed to have not noticed that you were leaving. He rushed over and gently lay a foreleg against your chest.

‘Mi tesoro, I think we will be quite busy in here today. I know I promised to leave and visit for lunch, but, would you be okay coming here?’

You blinked in surprise. ‘Ah—ah, yeah, of course. I mean I can leave you two to just work on it if—’

‘No, please, come by later’ Miguel called over his shoulder. ‘Otherwise I won’t stop, and I don’t need Jess on my ass all over again about eating healthy or skipping meals.’

‘Oh! That is a good idea. Arañita, you could bring some food from the cafeteria? And we can eat here together. I’ll wire you the cost through your watch, I’ll make sure it’s enough that you can get your favourite’ Mig suggested.

You felt your chest flutter a little beneath his sincere expression. He was smiling at you without a care, his fluffy foreleg placed right over your heart so he could feel it thudding.

‘Aha, well—sure. Sure. I’ll, bring food up and make sure you guys get a break. Just ah—don’t kill each other in the mean time’ you said, and though you whispered the last part as a joke Miguel snorted in response.

‘I can’t kill him, unfortunately. If I want to do this atom test I’ll need his legs to hold it steady. Until then he’s collateral equipment’ he called back. You rolled your eyes.

‘My god, what a charmer. Okay, well, in that case… I’ll, see you soon, okay Mig?’

Mig purred and bent down to kiss your forehead. ‘Yes. I will see you soon, mi Arañita. Stay safe.’

‘You too big guy. Get out there and ah, well… I guess, figure out how we can combine our genetics. So romantic.’

You took one final moment with your foreheads pressed together, breathing in the moment, before reluctantly parting. You returned to the HQ to work on being a lower rank superhero, and the two Miguel’s convened over the plan to continue their work.

Perhaps this would work out. Perhaps, this would be okay.

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[satancopilotsmytardis]

Drabble-A-Thon Prompt 1

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Mature

Prompt: Tomura's reaction to getting genital piercings for the first time and the conversation that led to it.

Contents: Mentions of sex, non-graphic descriptions of piercings

Dabi breathes out a huff of smoke, his body steaming from the sweat that has dripped across both of their skin, the aftershocks of his pleasure still ebbing away as Tomura pulls out from between his legs and lays down beside him. He's still dying of heat, but he doesn't really care much, immediately turning so that he can curl right into Duster's side, his lover ready for him, and pulling him closer so that he can press a kiss to his forehead. 

It's rare they have sex without a scene, but the sudden break from their obligations this afternoon prompted the spontaneity. "Not bad for a speedrun," Tomura murmurs against his hair. 

"Mm," Dabi agrees, all of the tension throughout the week having been thoroughly drained from his body. "Top three for sure." 

"With me or in general?" 

He can't help but tease him a little. "In general." 

"And why am I not in first place? You know I don't have a problem grinding to get a high score." If he were anyone else, if Dabi didn't know Tomura so well, he would have probably told him it was pathetic for him to get jealous like that. But Tomura isn't jealous, he's curious, and he means it when he says he'd put in the work to be the best partner Dabi can have in bed-- like he isn't already. 

He tilts his head up and kisses along and under his jaw, "Don't know how you feel about modding, but accessories like mine really do make all the difference."

"Okay, do you want a ladder like yours or something else? A Prince Albert?" 

Dabi blinks. "What?" 

Tomura looks down at him, amusement clear across his features. "Did you really think I would say no to getting a few piercings when I'm already changing my entire genetic composition to reach my goals? If you miss getting fucked by someone with piercings, then I'm happy to do that for you, firefly." 

"Really?" 

"Of course, baby. Show me what you want."

///

It takes them a week to get everything together and for them to have a couple of days off, and the day of, Dabi is practically vibrating. He’s not sure if he’s nervous about this, or if he’s excited, he just knows that his lover should definitely be exhibiting some kind of reaction besides blasé amusement. 

“Are you sure?” Dabi asks as soon as they have everything laid out and Tomura is sitting naked on the edge of their couch. “If your regeneration doesn’t work, then you could be healing for months, or have rejection, or get an infection–” 

“Firefly, my regeneration worked well enough that the doctor had trouble traching me. This will be fine.” 

“When the fuck did you need to be trached?” Dabi asks, his mind immediately spiraling away from his previous worry. 

“Last week when the electro therapy stopped my breathing–” 

“What?” 

“I’m fine. By the time he had the tube in my throat I was healing and trying to get him to stop shoving plastic into my throat. But if you’re nervous, we can find someone else to do this.” No. Dabi doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want to risk having to look for someone that could turn attention back to them for something that they don’t need to be doing. “There’s nothing that you can do with a needle that will hurt me more than the ways I’ve hurt myself training. Come on, we can start with something simple, and work our way up from there.” 

“What’s ‘simple’?” Dabi asks, trying to let some of the tension in him go. Duster is right. With Tomura’s quirks, there’s nothing that he can do that will cause permanent damage. 

Tomura gets him to start with his ears. A simple lobe piercing on each side that Dabi fills with flat, circular golden studs. He doesn’t even flinch, and they wait five minutes. Five minutes where Dabi watches to see what happens. There’s slight pinking and a little blood after the initial piercing, but it disappears after a few minutes, and Dabi checks the hole. No raw edges anymore, just a closed ring of flesh that stays perfectly intact when he pulls the stud out to see if his skin tries to heal over again. But nothing happens. Tomura’s ears are just pierced now. 

Seeing the evidence of his lover’s seeming invincibility helps to settle Dabi’s nerves, but Tomura doesn’t let him move straight to his cock. Instead he has Dabi pick somewhere else he wants to see jewelry, and he ends up with pretty gold hoops through each of his nipples too. Then he moves onto his cock. 

“You’re sure about the placement?” 

“Course I am, precious. Want to make sure that you feel good no matter what angle I’m fucking you at.” 

Dabi knows his lover’s cock very well, but he feels like he’s looking at something alien as he takes the marker to map out the placement of the piercings. Dabi has six frenum piercings making up his ladder, and Tomura is going to have the same. He could easily have more but six is enough for now. They can add more if he decides he wants them. He goes slowly, making sure that everything is sanitized, that he knows the exact placement, and he gives Duster another chance to back out. 

“Firefly, I barely felt it when I broke my foot and got three of my fingers turned to paste. I promise that you’re not going to hurt me.” 

“Okay, but you’ve never had a needle shoved into your dick. Dick pain and bone pain are different.” 

“Firefly.” 

It’s a ‘quit stalling’ if he’s ever heard one before, and Dabi takes a slow breath as he retrieves the needle and lines up, pinching the skin at the point he needs for the first one. 

Tomura barely flinches as it sinks through. 

Over the course of the next twenty minutes, Tomura is patient, and his quirk keeps up the good work, healing each piercing as Dabi gives them, and soon he has his own golden ladder running along the underside of his cock and the PA sunk through the tip and underside of his glans. The ball on the ring there is going to definitely be noticeable  when he’s fucking him in hopefully the next ten minutes. 

“There–”

“I think I want one more thing, if you’re not going to pass out, baby.” 

“I am not about to pass out. What else could you possibly want?” 

“What about a pubic piercing? If I have the right anatomy for it.” Dabi doesn’t even have one of those so he thinks that Duster must have actually done his research. He checks the elasticity of the skin between the base of his shaft and his pelvis, and determines that it should fit without a problem. They select a curved barbell for that too, and when it’s in place with less fanfare because Dabi isn’t nearly as worried about fucking that up as he was his lover’s dick, he snorts. 

“You should let me do your belly button too.” 

“Why?” 

“It would be really funny the next time you train shirtless and the others see it.” He means it half as a joke, but the problem is, the thing that led them to this situation in the first place, is that neither of them ever know when to not rise to a challenge. So they end the session with a last curved gold barbell through his navel. 

Dabi picks up the used needles, antiseptic wipes, and little bits of soiled cotton, and goes to throw those away, coming back into the room to see Tomura looking at his handiwork in the mirror. 

“Anything hurt?” 

“No, and nothing’s bleeding, irritated, or swollen, firefly. It all looks perfect.” He then turns back to him and Dabi, now separated from the fog of stress that was swirling through him, is able to appreciate the look of his lover with the jewelry glittering across his body. Tomura was already unreasonably pretty since his glow-up in Deika, but seeing him now, with the jewelry that he put into his body, seeing his cock with that thick ring through it that he knows he’ll be able to feel each curve of it inside of him, immediately has his skin starting to warm a bit more. 

He must do a very bad job of hiding how hot just the sight of him is, because Tomura’s lips curl into a smug smile as he moves over to him, catching him around the hips and starting to back him towards the bed. “Come on, firefly. Time to give you what you were craving so badly, and see if these really are as sensitive as you say they are, or if you’re just a desperate, needy little whore.” 

Dabi is pretty sure that Tomura’s about to learn that both of those things can be true at the same time. 

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Escape

Felix catton x reader x Oliver quick

Warnings: none

It all started when the three of you were awoken by heavy rain and very loud thunder. It was 5:30 am.

That doesn’t stop Oliver or Felix from trying to at least get you to go back to sleep so that your sleep schedule wouldn’t be messed up for the next couple of nights. They were very adamant about it and you could see and hear the stubbornness from them.

Felix pulled you to lay your head on his chest while Oliver started to rub soothing circles into your back. Felix started humming so that the deep vibration of his voice would get you back to sleep.

Unfortunately it wasn’t working, you were wide awake and wanting to get out of bed. No it wasn’t a want it was a need, you were starting to get restless.

Felix naturally is stubborn and does not let you get out of bed. “I’m sorry darling me and Ollie just want a cuddle with our favorite girl”he said. Oliver hushes you when you make noise in protest. This goes on for awhile until you just accept your fate of being stuck between the two.

Your thirst for coffee is still there but you just have to wait until they fall back to sleep, it’s only a matter of time before it happens. Twenty minutes later Felix gently places you on the pillows and Oliver wraps his arms around you. He walks off to the bathroom, a few minutes later Oliver detaches from you and stretches yawning and turning away.

You jump out of bed quickly before Oliver could turn back over and grab you. You moved fast out of the room when you heard Felix leave the bathroom and gasp at what had happened.

“We’re going to get you darling” Felix called out and you couldn’t help but giggle. You heard socked feet moving after you and you felt your heart thump in your chest.

You ran through hallways and Corodoors without any real plan in mind. You didn’t know how far along the two of them were as you kept moving along.

Once you reached the kitchen, you grabbed the coffee grinds to make yourself a mug. A loud gasp startled you, which in turn made you drop the coffee grounds back on the counter. You saw Oliver on the other side of the kitchen island “sweet girl, it’s too early for you to have coffee” he said, he had a look in his eyes that ment trouble.

He tried to round the island to reach you and you bolted for the dining room. You heard Felix chuckle somewhere but you couldn’t care less, you needed your coffee.

They were toying with you and you did not like how small you felt, that was there goal though in the end. You had to get out of that area fast before you were caught by one of them and you would be stuck in bed for a couple more hours.

You ran through another threshold to get into another room. You bumped into Felix and before you could back away he hoisted you onto his shoulder. “I told you love, we were going to get you” Felix said, he sounded tired now. “Put me down” you said “I need to make my coffee” you continued moving your body slightly to make a point.

“Not a chance darling, you shouldn’t be drinking coffee this early in the morning” he said echoing what Oliver said before. “Anyways coffee causes you to become anxious and that’s not good for you lovey, Ollie can get you some juice if you want something to drink.” He said before patting your bottom and continuing to walk down the hallway. You felt Oliver grab your calf and give it a light squeeze.

Felix threw you on the bed and Oliver plopped down and dragged you under the covers, Felix doing the same. The two of them were tired from the events and when you looked at the clock you saw it was only 7 am you inwardly groaned.

“Don’t pout honey” Felix says there’s a teasing lilt to his voice. “I think I know how to get her to feel abit sleepier” Oliver said from over your shoulder.

“Oh yeah? What’s your idea?” Felix asks as he hitches your leg over his own. Suddenly you feel fingertips scritching along your sides and ribs, you try to curl in on yourself. Felix chuckles, “oh I like your idea Ollie” he says before he starts to join in.

Going for the skin under your arms, you can’t help but laugh harder from the attack. When they do finally stop you feel your muscles have become a bit more weighted and your head felt a bit fuzzy.

Oliver moved closer to you and Felix brushed the hair out of your face, both of them watching how tired you were. “Well done Ollie, she’s starting to doze”Felix says and a big hand comes down on your back and starts rubbing circles there.

You don’t care who’s it belongs to, you can’t even be mad at them for doing this.

“See it’s not that hard to be a good girl, isn’t it sweetheart?” Oliver murmurs into your hair and you make an unintelligible noise in response. You hear both of them chuckle and you feel them snuggle in closer.

You fall asleep a few minutes the two of the not far behind.

[mlm-writer]

Jericho (Conner Kent x FtM!Reader)

Pairing: Top!Conner Kent (YJ ver.) x Bottom!FtM!Alien!King!Reader Rating: Explicit (or Mature if you skip the last part) Words: 1565 POV: Second Summary: You fight the final battle to free your people from alien invaders (and then have sex with your bf after) Note: Gayden wanting to write plot vs y’all wanting smut. Inspired by Jericho by Iniko. Reader’s body is described as ‘his true form’, so you get to pick whatever that means for you. Tags: action, murder, alien reader, your nemesis misgenders you but they also murdered your people so idk what you feel like is worse, established relationship, epic fight scene, fluffy sex, Conner low key a service dom, oral (reader receiving), fingering, anal/vaginal sex and cockwarming

The light of your photon-sword was blinding as it tore through your enemies one by one. The purple blood of the invader species coated almost every inch of your armour. The call of your name behind you made you turn around, just in time to see another intruder trying to lunge at you. It screeched as you sliced its torso clean off its hips. Your eyes were glowing with the rage of battle, but even in this enraged state, you could smile at the man who had warned you. Conner was not from your world, but he had fought by your side nonetheless. As long as you were here, it was his home too and he would defend it until his dying breath. 

“I will hold them off, do what you have to,” Conner called from where he was fighting off six pawns at once. Were the lives of your people not endangered, you might have marvelled at his strength and prowess in battle, but time was running out. 

“I will come back,” you assured him. When your eyes met briefly, you could see he was as sure as you were of that promise. You lifted your arm to access the control panel of your armour. “I love you,” you added, just in case, before activating the anti-gravity matrix. Your feet floated off the ground and soon after, the thrusters were taking you up the tower. 

Heavy grey clouds circled the tower, lighting and acid rain protecting the general of the invaders. Your armour was maintaining its integrity through it. It seemed an eternity ago that the structure descended from the sky, bringing trouble with it, but today would be the day you’d make it fall. 

The structure rumbled as you landed on the platform on the rooftop. “Your trespassing ends today!” You roared as you came face to face with the alien that had been in your nightmares for the past years. You were not the same since the first time you were face-to-face with all those eight eyes. You could feel the changes in your body, the power granted by your ancestors rushed through your veins and vibrated through your bones. 

A demonic laugh made the air tremble around you. As the brute hollered in your face, you got a clear view of their three rows of sharp teeth. “It seems the princess has learned how to hold a sword. You really think pretending to be a boy is enough to stop me?” You clenched your teeth, your rage fuelling your sword. Blue flames engulfed the hard-light, illuminating the space between the grey clouds in a cyan glow. 

“The ancestors have granted me my true form and I am about to give you your final one!” You bellowed, before lunging at them. Your sword was like lighting between the clouds. The grief of war and desire for it all to be over burned in your heart. Your foe had underestimated you, but after you cut one of their many limbs off, they were sure to not make that mistake again. Even as your blood mixed with the rain, your energy never faded. 

The battle seemed to drag on forever. You thought you had them cornered, when a limb you had not accounted for seemingly came out of nowhere and knocked your sword out of your hands. The temporary confusion was enough for your nemesis to fling you across the rooftop. You ended up on your back, sliding across the wet roof to the edge. You dug your gloved hand into the floor, slowing yourself down just in time, head already hanging off the edge. 

The heavily wounded beast closed the distance between you, a heavy foot ending up on your torso. You clawed at their ankle, trying to free yourself as they loomed over you. They lowered their monstrous face, a smug look taunting you. “Your ancestors have failed you, little princess,” they snickered as they slowly shoved you more and more off the edge. 

“Fortunately, the king still has a boyfriend!” Instant relief washed over you as you heard the voice, before Conner dashed from below, punching the monster right in their face. They stumbled backwards, giving you the window of opportunity that you needed to get back up your feet. Conner called your name, before tossing you your sword. He was wrestling with the general right after. You caught your weapon mid-air, waiting for Conner to make the beast’s back face you. As soon as it did, you dashed forward, delivering the final blow. There were no last words, just a rumbling scream and then the dark clouds thinned out. The light of your two suns broke through the sky, signalling your people that it was done; it was over; they were free. 

You sighed and collapsed onto the wet roof, the glow in your eyes dying out as exhaustion took over. Conner flew you down to a healer. The people celebrated that night, but you were quick to retreat to your chambers. It smelled weird after not having been used for years, but it was all still intact. You had gotten rid of half your clothes and collapsed on your bed. 

“Can I come in?” You heard Conner through the door. You shouted for him to come in. His warm laugh filled your ears, when he saw you. “After today, I don’t blame you for resting, but you’re missing a great party,” he spoke with amusement in his voice. You groaned and rolled over, now lying face down on the soft sheets. You felt a weight dip the mattress beside you. “Allow me to help,” Conner whispered, before his warm fingers helped you out of the rest of your clothes. 

You used to dread being naked, but in this new body your ancestors gave you to fight the invaders, you looked forward to being naked around your lover. His hands were still on you, pressing in the knots in your back. It was not that good of a massage with dry hands, but you relaxed anyway. 

His touch lingered at your waist and you spread your legs a little in reply. His lips gently kissed your back as his hand travelled between your legs. You lifted your hips a little so he had all the access he needed. Conner rubbed you in all the right places, turning you into a dripping mess. “On all fours,” he whispered against your shoulder. After you complied, a free hand started toying with your nipples. He used your juices to lube up your ass and his cock. 

You moaned as his fingers entered your hole. You hadn’t realised you were leaking so much that it could be such a smooth slide. With hooded eyes, you stared over your shoulder, watching his concentrated face. Then you saw that Conner was leaking as well. He had stopped playing with your nipples and was stroking himself instead. His gorgeous cock spilled precum all over your hole that his fingers pushed inside. "I'm ready," you sighed between small whimpers of pleasure. 

Conner pulled you up to your knees. He was behind you, holding his cock in place as you sunk your down on him. You moaned in relief as you finally felt him inside you. When you got too eager and tried to sink down faster, Conner held you in place. It was maddingly slow, but eventually you found your ass resting on his thighs. Conner's fingers rubbed you again, making sure you felt pleasure everywhere. "Come on, start moving," he encouraged you. You couldn't move much in this position, but Conner helped you with gentle thrusts. Your bare back connected to his chest. His moans were audible right next to your ear. 

"Please, Conner, I'm so sore from today," you whimpered as your legs started to hurt. Conner pushed you off and manhandled you onto your back. You reached out for him and he immediately returned to your arms, kissing you deeply, while lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist. Your lips stayed close to each other as he re-entered you. Your moans mixed between your mouths, his every thrust drawing another sound from your body. "Don't draw this out. I just want to cum," you huffed. Conner chuckled against your lips. You would never get tired of that sound. 

"Of course, my king," he joked, before pulling out. You groaned and tried to coax him back inside, but instead his head dipped down and before you knew it, he was licking and sucking you as if he needed you to cum just as badly as you needed it. You almost screamed. Your hand flew to his head and your fingers tangled into his hair. Conner hummed as if a deep need had been fulfilled. Two fingers entered you and with the right curl of his fingers, you could feel your orgasm crash through your whole body. 

Conner made sure you got the pleasure you sought and then laid you down on your side. He spooned you, putting his cock back inside as he did so. "Now rest, my king," he whispered into your ear, before pulling the covers over you. You smiled, enjoying having him still hard inside you. You drifted off into peaceful sleep, knowing that when you would wake, your people would be safe and you'd get the dicking of your life. 

[writingsofwesteros]

heaven I beg you to write another part of yandere tywin x innocent reader, it is without a doubt one of my favorites 🦁💖💖 with smut 😖🔥

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“Tywin..” You softly whimpered. Your whimpers of pleasure echoing around the beautiful, royal chambers. He only hummed against your soaked pussy some more; his tongue moving slowly over your clit. Your hands tightened their grip on the silk, blood red sheets around you both, your body already arching against him.

He only moaned against you once more; sending vibrations onto your soaked pussy. His tongue eagerly moves over to lap at your wetness. Not before harshly sucking on your clit that had your eyes rolling back. His rough hands moved up and down your inner thighs as his tongue finally slipped inside you.

Your legs moved over his shoulders; nearly squeezing his head as you began to lose control. Your stomach is tightening already. Tywin’s chuckles sounded out around the room as he kept you still. Goosebumps easily moved over your soft skin as you rocked against his mouth; your climax easily building.

You had thought your lord husband would grow bored of you by now but it seemed time only made him more obsessed and you more desirable to him. It had your heart racing just thinking about it. The sound of your wetness echoed around the room as did the sound of Tywin’s feasting of you. 

“Oh gods…” You couldn’t hold back anymore as the pleasure was driving you wild. Your inner legs were completely soaked and his hold on your hip was now useless. You were rocking against his face with passion that he matched. His harsh sucking of your clit resumened whilst his fingers came to play.

He spread apart your lips and had your clit so defenceless. Tywin sucked and kitten licked you before slipping two fingers inside you. He curled against your spongy spot as his smirk only widened. His thumb teased your clit before he cheekily added a third finger to deliciously stretch you.

His tongue moved over you as your legs were already shaking. Your stomach is tightening already. “Cum now.” Tywin ordered. His fingers moved quickly now before he moved to sucking your clit. His tone and touch was enough to push you over the edge as your climax ripped through you.

Tywin hummed and quickened his fingers to prolong your climax.

~

“You have to behave, sweet girl.” You whispered into your daughter’s ear. Not as if the one year old could understand you but you had to try. She only blinked up at you with those large eyes and bright locks. You could only shake your head and move to place her onto your hip. “I do imagine she will not listen to you.”

You giggled as Tyrion came to walk beside you. “I think you may be right.” You hummed. “I usually am.” You shook your head at his words as your daughter thankfully rested her head on your shoulder; seemingly uninterested even as the doors opened to the feast already being enjoyed.

“I did not think the old lion still had it in him.” You heard the whispers of Lords even as you didn’t understand their words. Nor did you want to. You were too interested in finding the twins who were never far from trouble. “I hope Jamie has not brought more swords for them to play with.” You hummed.

“You worry too much.” Tyrion whispered; lifting a goblet of wine from a passing table to nearly down in one sip. You only raised an eyebrow at him. “And you worry too little.” A raised cup was your only answer as you rolled your eyes. Amusement dancing in them as you turned the corner. 

“There you are.” You hummed as your little girl clapped too; much to your son’s delight as they raced over. “Mama..” They both called out and moved to hug your legs as you continued to move through the crowd with them. “Where is your father?” You hummed to them; your little girl lifting her head at the mention of him.

“Over there.” Your oldest twin who was more outgoing pointed across the room before running off once more. “Hmm, what shall we do with him?” You looked down to your son who only chuckled before burrowing into your dress. Your free hand gently took his own as you guided him through the Lords and Ladies; smiling politely and nodding.

A chubby hand moved into your locks and pulled. “Oh, are you starting already?” You teased your little girl who could only giggle. She hid into your neck as you gently tickled her sides. “Y/N..” You heard Joffrey’s little voice coming over to you as you finally looked up. Tywin’s eyes as ever on you.

A Lord was whispering in his ear but you knew your husband was hardly listening; not when you were closing in on him. “My love.” You hummed; his hand reaching for your own when you came close enough. You smiled politely at the Lord whilst your daughter was already making grabby hands to her father.

He leaned close and took her from you as his soft lips found your own. “Are you well?” He whispered; always worried even as his face stayed the same. His free hand moved onto your hip and kept you close. “I am.” You  hummed before kneeling down to the twins. “Are you hungry?”

They shook their heads; too interested in their nephew now who began to show them intricate lion sculptures. Tywin’s hand moved to your shoulder now; moving to play with a lock of your hair. Your hand moved onto his chest as you moved impossibly close into his side. You reached to place a lock of your daughter’s hair out of her face.

A kiss was pressed on the top of your head by your husband as you hummed; a soft blush coming over your cheeks. The idea of leaving this warm place did not enter your mind again as the children distracted you some more. His hand moved onto your stomach and softly stroked you. 

“You should not strain yourself.” He whispered into your ear; pressing a soft kiss to your neck. You only hummed with a roll of your eyes. He was always so protective. “You worry too much.” The familiar words fell from your lips as you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw.

[dantesunbreaker]

Hey hey hey. I noticed your requests were open and am taking this chance to ask for some Dad Secondo content. I crave soft Secondo and I am currently starved.

A Calming Embrace

Secondo x Reader(Platonic)

Sorry this took so long! Been so busy with planning and preparing for Christmas! But here is a small little piece of supportive Secondo!

An almost buzzing hum vibrates through your mind with a near echo as you try to pull your habit even tighter around your body, praying that it could simply make you disappear. Tears sting your eyes, cheeks flushed and dripping. You feel small. Pitiful. The crushing weight of responsibility weighing heavy down on your consequently not so steady shoulders. 

This was so unlike you..or at least that is what you would like to tell yourself. Normally you were much stronger than this. But times like this were becoming far too regular of an occurrence ever since the start of the latter quarter of the year. Ever since your decision to take on extra studies on top of your already busy schedule in service of the Clergy. 

Sleep has been far from your concerns for many nights, trying instead to cram in as much researching and reading as you could in the quiet solitude of the library. Which is exactly where you find yourself now, tucked away in one of the library reading nooks, wishing that the world could just fall away if even for just a few moments so you could get yourself back together. At least you are alone, without worrying about someone seeing you in the pits. Or at least that is what you think, up until you hear the familiar click of dress shoes walking on the stone tile floor.

Your heart jumps in your chest, but by the time you hear the sound, it is already too late to make an escape or even try to hide your tears. Eyes remaining fixed in place, you try to keep your composure as the bottom of elegant black robes suddenly block out your field of view. No, please anyone but him.

“Piccolo,” you flinch at the timbre of Secondo's voice, focused on his shoes as you nervously wipe away a few more tears. “What are you doing in the library at this hour? Siblings of Sin should be in bed at this time.”

Instead of a verbal response, you are cut off by your own choked hiccup that poorly conceals what could have been a sob. Another crashing wave of embarrassment hits you. Letting out a small whimper, you drop your head and try to curl in upon yourself. How could you let a Papa see you this way? How lowly would Secondo think of you now that he is seeing you at your worst? 

But instead of harsh words or a lecture, you feel a soft touch on your shoulder. Gasping softly, your eyes lift up to meet mismatched ones that are unexpectedly at your level. Secondo rests crouched down to your level, features soft despite the stern look painted onto his face. You think that perhaps this is the first time you have ever seen such genuine concern glimmering through his gaze, and it strikes a chord in your heart that has you trembling as you lean into his touch.

“Tell me, what is troubling you?” There is no malice in his voice, no harsh criticism, or judgment. No, all that you hear is the softness a father would use to speak with his own child. “Are you hurt?”

Sniffling, you furiously wipe your nose with the back of your sleeve as you drop your gaze and shake your head. As more of your weight pushes into the hand at your shoulder, Secondo shifts to allow you to rest against his chest, one arm wrapped securely around the back of your shoulders. It hits you with a wave of safety and warmth. 

“No, I am not hurt Papa,” you finally manage to gather the strength to mumble out, bottom lip still wobbling but your tears finally beginning to dry. You tilt your head up to look him in the eyes once more. “I’ve just been so overwhelmed lately. Trying to squeeze in extra studies on top of all my duties for the Clergy...it has been becoming too much for me. I feel like I barely have time to even think, let alone sleep. I feel weak, like I am a failure, and a let down to the Clergy.”

Secondo gives an understanding hum in response as a hand at the back of your head encourages you to rest your cheek against his collarbone. It soothes you in a way you haven’t felt for a long time. Feeling the support from such an influential figure in your life.

“It can be easy to feel overwhelmed by work,” Secondo keeps his voice soft as he cards his fingers through your hair. Words of comfort haven’t always been his strong suit, but damn if he did not try. “Even as Papa, I sometimes feel the same. Always so much to do but never enough time to finish it all.”

Another sniffle leaves you, but you remain silent otherwise, waiting for Secondo to continue. The hand at your shoulders rubbing firm circles into your tense muscles. 

“But that does not make you weak. It only means that you are human,” Secondo leans you back just enough to catch his eye, making sure you can feel the intensity and truth behind his words. “There is no shame in admitting that things are too much, and in fact, I am incredibly proud of you for being able to share with me.”

Tears once more sting your eyes, but from an overwhelming sense of love and affection, from finally feeling seen. Secondo gives a soft smile before he tucks you back against his chest, giving no complaints even as he feels the tears soaking through his robes. For the longest time, he simply holds you until you are quiet once more. Even then, he stays with you up until you finally shift around, feeling restless from staying in place for so long.

“Come tesorino,” Secondo breaks the silence with a soft voice, yet firm confidence that made it clear there was not much room for argument. He stands first, hands upturned in offerance to help lift you back onto your feet. “Let’s get you back to your quarters for some much needed sleep. I will meet with Sister Imperator in the morning to discuss reassigning some of your duties.”

[rorykeanersactualgf]

request where the reader and Benny have a sleepover

CW: symptoms of a panic attack, descriptions of Benny being hurt (just a dream dw xx), fluffy stuff because Benny is the absolute best boy, Benny having happy tears from our love because he's so sweet and deserves all the love in the world :))

A/N: im so sorry these are taking a long time to get out but school has been kicking my ass and removing all motivation from me recently, especially with all the work i have to catch up on from reading full books for classes and doing course work but i have not left and i don't think i ever will :) as always if there is something wrong with this or anything you want changing then i am more than happy to help xx

The Night After

Through the night of the sleepover, a few... troubling dreams befell me through the night. Vivid images of blood, violent screams, and worst of all, Benny in despair, writhing beneath various torture contraptions, similar to the ones in the movies we saw earlier. I couldn't handle it.

I arose, sudden with a cold sweat running over me; hyper aware of my surroundings, but not aware enough to know that I woke Benny up. My breath shuddered and my shoulders trembled in the cold air of his room. I felt tears run hot down my face, mixing with my sweat and collecting at the base of my chin, some dripping down my neck and others cascading down onto my sleep shirt. I was in a trance, heavy attempts at breath failing to permeate my lungs and body, making me disassociate more. The warm hand placed gently on my shaking shoulder and a small murmur broke me out of it, I couldn't hear what he had said but when I looked over to him, my chest swelled with joy that he was okay and that it was all a dream.

It didn't stop the tremors that racked through my body, almost vibrating the bed but when I started to calm down a bit I could actually hear what he was saying now. Small affirmations that whatever woke me up was just a dream and that everything was okay fell from his soft lips and filled my ears, I turned towards him, feeling like a fragile piece of glass that could break any second. My eyes met his, my vision started to become more wobbly and distorted, my face felt hot, either from embarrassment or the tears but it didn't deter Benny.

His soft, deft hands wiping my tears away and stroking my hair, holding me close to him. While I leant in to him, my hands came up and held onto his forearms, legs came and entwined themselves in his and relaxed in to his side. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up,

"Do you want to talk about it?" His voice croaked, still full of sleep.

"You almost died in my nightmare, I thought I lost you," my voice tapered off at the end, hoarse from sleep, struggling to breathe, and crying.

"Was it because of the movies earlier?" He asked with concern and love in his tone.

I didn't say much other than nodding and still basically seeing what was happening to him in my mind, hearing his vocal cords scrape while screaming, making me spill more hot tears, this time onto his shirt.

"I know, it's stupid. I'm sorry for getting my tears on your shirt," I say while trying to wipe them off, "I'm okay now, you should go back to sleep." I said with a small smile that barely reached my eyes.

Immediately, he started to shut that down, "No, no, no, no, no, its not stupid for crying over a nightmare that basically counts as trauma, you shouldn't feel sorry for getting your tears on my shirt, I don't mind baby, and I'm not going back to sleep knowing that you are definitely not okay. I'm staying up with you whether you like it or not my love," he said, a small smile on his lips and a gently kiss being left on my forehead and his arms gently tightening around me so I know he's serious.

We stayed up for a bit longer, making small jokes to make each other laugh and to cheer me up so I go to sleep easier and hopefully not wake up again through the night. Which actually worked, I fell asleep on Benny's chest, a stray leg strung across his legs and my arm holding him close like I was protecting him from the night. His head planted stop mine, a gentle kiss left on the crown of my head and his hand holding my leg in place.

When we woke up a few hours later, we laid in a comfortable silence, completely content with each others presence, happy that we were both still okay. I looked up towards his face and saw his sleepy grin, that seemed to never leave his face. My hand crept up to cradle the side of his face and rub small circles into it, his head leaning into the palm of my hand and letting a soft sigh escape.

We eventually got up and got dressed, brushed our teeth, and had some breakfast. We were sat in my living room when he turned to me,

"Want to go to the mall and window-shop, eat, and mess around in random arcades?" He said with a slight smile gracing his face and a head tilt, knowing that I would want all of that.

A small "Mhm," gave Benny the initiative to jump up and start getting some things together for our trip to the mall. When 15 minutes passed and I heard a big bang upstairs, I knew it was him. I cautiously climbed the stairs and peeked my head around the corner, being met with Benny laid on his back in the corridor, laughing slightly but I could tell he was in pain.

I stepped closer and noticed he was holding his foot, probably from stubbing one of his toes. My theory was proven right when he looked at me, a playful pout on his face with a small embarrassed laugh reverberating in his chest. I helped him up and asked what he was doing, to which he answered with a wince in pain and a simple "I was thinking of how to surprise you with these," holding up a copy of my favourite movie and a teddy bear, which he made with his magic.

I gave him an upside down smile and a kiss to his forehead and thanked him for being so thoughtful and sweet. We went back downstairs and after I helped him with his foot and we were off to the mall.

After a short bus ride to the mall, Benny and I had a walk around the various stores; looking at all the figurines of our favourite characters in some games stores, meandering through the aisles in hot topic, going to clothes shops and making some god awful outfit mixes that had us doubling over in the middle of an urban outfitters, and getting some pizza to top off our little visit.

While walking out of the mall, I saw a small ice cream stand, holding our favourite flavours, dragging a happy Benny over to the stand with a big smile on my face, bounding like a child seeing a puppy and when Benny realised why I was so happy; he reflected that by grabbing me by my forearm and sprinting over to the stand, effectively dragging me until I caught up with him.

Slowing down when we were a few feet away, we waited in line for a few minutes and started talking again. It was mainly about the stuff we got and what we wanted to do afterwards, bringing up the point of wanting to stay at Benny's that night. He was immediately on board because not only did he get to spend more time with his hot partner, he also saw it as an opportunity to make it up to me for having that nightmare earlier, even though it wasn't his fault.

We got our ice creams and started walking to his house. About 10 minutes into our walk to a bus stop, we finished our ice cream and continued in a comfortable silence until we got the bus stop. We sat down and only then did the events of the day caught up with me and I felt tired.

With my eyes drooping and my breathing levelling out, I rested my head on Benny's shoulder and held onto his arm and nuzzled my head into his neck, inhaling deeply and sighing, feeling more comfortable.

Benny looked down at me and held his arm around my waist after I let him go and held his other hand instead, his gentle grip around me made me feel safe in his arms and let me relax further. This became more apparent when he started drawing soft circles into my side, tickling but not enough for me to move away.

When the bus eventually came, he nudged me to wake me up and we got on the bus to his house. The journey didn't take long since he laid on my lap having a little nap of his own while I played with his hair and listened to music. On the odd time I would go to change the song and stop playing with his hair for a bit, his nose would scrunch up a bit and start reaching for my hand again, not without a few disgruntled groans leaving his chest.

We eventually made it to a bus stop near his house so I had to wake him, which was easier said than done. Once he finally woke up, we rushed off the bus, just barely getting off before it left.

We got inside and we started planning what we wanted to do, Benny using most of my ideas since he still felt bad. We ended up playing a few board and video games, Benny still being as competitive as ever but not without making sure I still won now and again. As the night progressed, we started getting hungry again so we ordered some take out and put on a movie while we waited.

He let me pick the movie and because we needed a good distraction for about 30-45 minutes, I put on my favourite comedy movie. 20 minutes in to the movie and we had basically forgotten about the take out and was almost crying with laughter.

After a few more minutes, the loud knocks took us out of our fits of laughter, looking over at each other and starting to giggle a bit. Benny took liberty of getting the food and came over with the take out bags and boxes and placed them down on the coffee table, getting a plate and some utensils from the kitchen.

We continued to eat and talk while watching movies and tv shows, soon getting tired and curling up together. The warmth of Benny's hands placed featherlight on my sides gave me a comforting shiver up my sides and spine, feeling my eyes slowly close when I remembered I didn't have any pj's. I sat up and turned to Benny, sat bushy tailed and happy.

"You okay?" Benny asked with a quirk of curiosity in his voice.

"This might sound weird but I forgot my pj's, can I borrow some of your clothes?" A shy smile found its way onto my face, blush slowly creeping up my neck in anticipation of his answer.

"Of course you can, what do you want to wear?" His enthusiasm seeping into his words, making my heart flutter in my chest.

We went upstairs and looked for some clothes for me to wear. I ended up with a slightly oversized collared shirt and a pair of his shorts, quickly changing in his bathroom and getting ready for bed while he went downstairs to let me change and quietly shouted up to me to bring down a pillow and blanket since he had forgot them when he was up there with me.

Benny saw me slowly descend the stairs as to not wake up his grandma and he swears it was like something out of a movie, like I was walking down the steps in a ballgown/suit/fancy clothing, to meet him and let him take me by the arm to a fancy dinner. In reality, I was in mismatched socks, his clothes, and a pillow and blanket stuffed under my arm.

He met me at the bottom of the stairs, taking the blanket and pillow from under my arm and giving me a small kiss on my forehead, leaning to my ear and whispering "You look amazing in my clothes, I love you."

We made our way to the couch and turned on a random movie, instantly curling into each other. My arms wrapping tightly around Benny's shoulders, my hands drawing feather-light designs on his arms, back, and shirt, occasionally making him shy away from it when accidentally tickling his sides.

One of my legs laid absentmindedly over his stomach, leaving just enough room for him to hold it and rub gentle circles on the outside, a warm feeling flooding my chest at his simple acts of affection that I would never get used to and never tire from. His face nuzzled into the side of my neck since he was laid lower than me, a soft kiss was left on the edge of my jaw and one right on my cheek, slowly inching towards my lips. I turned to him and left a long kiss on his lips and when we pulled away from each other, his face and ears flushed a bright shade of red, still not used to the affection I gave him either apparently. At this, his head laid on my chest, definitely hearing my heart pound in my ribcage from our close proximity and the shared love we have for each other. Of course, because he is Benny, he had to make a comment about it.

"Is that all it took to make your heart race? I should do that more often." His signature smirk following.

"I don't know how your talking with that blush all over your face and ears, B." I replied, matching his tone.

"Shut up." His smirk turned into a lopsided smile, blush only creeping over his face, and now neck, even more.

We both laughed and turned back to the movie, trying to pay attention to it. I, however, struggled to keep my eyes off of the boy laid with me, his fluffy brown hair tickling my neck and chin when he moved, his surprisingly strong arms wrapping around me even tighter the more tired he got, his gorgeous green eyes, sparking like emeralds in the occasional bright flash of light from the tv, his soft lips that seemed to always be pulled in a smile or smirk, his frequent nerdy outbursts when we were together and I would reference something, knowing he would love it, his awkward but cute dress sense, just everything about him made me fall more and more in love with him everyday.

I started playing with his hair while he was talking about a little easter egg he noticed that connected movies together and he stopped abruptly in his tracks. His gaze averting from the tv and going towards my face, curious to what I was up to, if anything.

"What are you up to?"

"Nothing, I'm just admiring you my love. I've never really noticed how absolutely beautiful you are, not only are you beautiful but you're funny, sweet, cute, nerdy, a gentleman, a man with a heart of pure gold, but you know just how to make me feel better when I'm upset or annoyed at something because you listen so well, you never judge me no matter how strange some of the things that I say or do are. I'm so happy that you're with me and that I get to give you all the love you deserve because you're perfect, I wouldn't change you for the world. I love you Benny Weir. I mean it."

When I finished my little monologue of love for him, I felt him squeeze me tighter to him, warm tears fell down his face, making me panic slightly. Sitting up and pulling him with me, I held both sides of his face, scanning fervently over his features to see if I said something wrong when I was met with his growing smile. Confused, I inquired why he was crying.

"It's just - um, no ones ever said anything like that to me before. Stuff like that just doesn't really happen to me. I'm sorry for crying, I'm just so happy and I feel so loved. I love you, I can't live without you." He rambled, the word melding together but still making sense. I pulled him closer and fell back with him laid fully on top of me, and I whispered in his ear.

"I'll tell you things like that everyday if I have to just to make you feel loved because you deserve it, B. I love you." I solidified my last sentence with a kiss and a long hug caressing his back, shoulders, and playing with his hair, continuing to whisper sweet nothings to him. Unbeknownst to me, his heart fluttered in his chest at my words, his brain almost short-circuiting and his tears coming to a slow stop.

He looked at me with puffy eyes, a red nose and a lovesick smile, still absolutely gorgeous to me. My hand came up and brushed away his previously fallen tears, then holding his face in my hands to keep him as close as humanly possible. We shared that moment of closeness for what felt like eternity, which in reality was only a few minutes before he leaned back to look at me for a while. I could practically feel the heart-eyes and love emanating from his face, soaring to my eyes and soul, not wanting to look away.

It only took us a moment for us to be back to giggling from our serious moment, from us both not really being used to having moments like that. We shared one final kiss before Benny laid back down on my chest, head resting over my heart, hearing it beat just for him, knowing that he was the only one I loved.

We ended up falling asleep, not knowing what time it was when we did but content in our places.

The following morning :))

Apparently, Benny had made plans with Ethan to come over the next morning to hang out with us, it was that or he managed to break in without waking us or his grandma up, which was a miracle in of itself seeing as to how clumsy he is. I woke up to a fairly confused Ethan looking at the mess we made from the sleepover, to Benny's clothes on me, and to his lightly snoring best friend, clinging to me like I was a form of life support. He didn't say much but I could tell he had a few questions, some I don't think even he wanted the answer to.

I just looked at him and shrugged, a quiet `I don't even know myself,' was all that could be heard... aside from his slightly growing in volume snores. I didn't want to share Benny's moment of vulnerability seeing as it was something he apologised about doing, I would let him bring it up on his own terms if he pleased.

Eventually, Benny woke up in the middle of a conversation about what ice cream flavour we would be and why, to which Benny answered "Personally, I'd be vanilla and chocolate brownie. Basic, but a classic that you can never go wrong with." We continued to talk and debate, spanning from which animals we could beat in a fight to what superpower would be the worst to have and why.

Our lives were strange, there's no doubt about that... but I wouldn't have it any other way.

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First time I am using this and I am a lil unsure about it but you are one of my favoured writers out there at AO3 so here goes nothing:

#stucky Imagine a mute horny Bucky Barnes Post Hydra who tries to get 'lovesick and a lil dumb(when it comes to Bucky)' Steve Rogers to understand that he NEEDS... I just loved the thought of that slightly frustrated dynamic

Aw, you're real sweet. Thank you! Welcome to this side of the internet, lol, and thanks for sending an ask my way!

As for your idea--

YES!

I love this concept. It actually reminds me of two fics I've seen floating around:

"covert op" by mcwho

*this fic is more casual, almost a crack fic

"Beauty Lifts from the Dark" by the1918

*this fic is much more serious and contains omegaverse, pregnancy, and dealing with brain damage. But I think it relates to your ask still, so, check it out if you want!

Bucky isn't entirely nonverbal, and it's clear when he does speak that he is perfectly capable of both clear speech and clear thought. He just... doesn't seem eager to speak unless it'a necessary, and even then, it isn't eager, per say. More reluctant. Short sentences. Sometimes, just a single word or two. Information that can't otherwise be gotten across.

And Steve's not ever going to pressure him to talk more. If Bucky only ever wants to, every now and again, answer "yes" or "no" or tell Steve what he wants from the restaurant they're ordering from (as opposed to just pointing at the menu when they have physical or digital copies) then Steve can live with that. Steve will relish in simply having Bucky back with him. It's more than enough. Even if he does miss that smooth talking motor mouth he used to have. Sometimes. He can live without, though.

It's fine.

Sincerely, It's all good.

Steve can live with Bucky now being a quiet person--nonverbal, even. So long as Bucky is okay.

Sure, Bucky seems to have some trouble putting his emotions into words, but, hey, between growing up in the time they did, being told men couldn't express emotion, and all the emotions Bucky is feeling at any given time because of all he's gone through... Steve feels as if that's fair.

Bucky's therapist sometimes sends Steve emails--she knows he worries--and assures him that progress is being made, and, yes, Bucky does speak to her during their sessions. (And, no, don't take that personally, Steve. Bucky's connection to him is just as strong as it's always been, even if their conversations mostly consist of Steve motoring on and Bucky listening.)

Outside therapy, though, Bucky's just not too interested in speaking.

Sometimes it's a mental block, sometimes Bucky is too consumed by memories, sometimes Bucky didn't sleep enough or had to many nightmares, sometimes he's just exhausted, sometimes he wants to but can't, and sometimes he doesn't want to; there's a whole plethora of reasons Bucky can't or won't speak.

When it comes to voicing his need for... y'know. He wants to but can't.

He can't speak about how fucking wound up he feels these days.

An itch always under his skin, in dire need of a good, hard ranking with his fingernails to sate the urge. Electricity that just won't stop crackling, instead only getting worse and worse and worse. It sizzles and spits, vibrating through his veins whenever Steve looks at him, no matter how quick the glance is. Whenever their skin happens to brush--finger tips flirting as they walk, shoulders knocking in their little hallway, feet under the table, sitting too close together on the couch. Whenever Steve makes a suggestive sound, moaning about food, stretching in the morning or after a particularly good workout, or whatever. So many tiny things leave Bucky aching.

Desperately Bucky wants to just fucking spit it out, but his brain and mouth won't let him. The words get trapped in his body and bounce around, feeling it throughout. And. still. he. can't. say. it.

So, he sits. He stews. He waits.

He gets tired of waiting.

Bucky is a goddamn sniper, and he gets tired of waiting for his stupid boyfriend (is Steve even aware they're dating (again)?) to bring it up to him.

It.

Sex.

Bucky knows Steve wants it, too--he sees him looking, and more than that, he can feel Steve's ravenous gaze on him, following him like a predator eyes it's prey, but he never pounces. They have countless hours alone, there's only a few select people that are brave enough--stupid enough to come and see Captain America and his ex-assassin boyfriend. People who are especially loyal to Steve, either people that are like Steve (Sam) or like Bucky (Nat). So, it isn't like they have many interruptions.

So, the only conclusion is that Steve is stopping himself for some reason.

Fucking whatever. Reason. Steve's never had good reason. For anything. Bucky remembers that well. It might've been the first thing Bucky remembered about him.

Bucky assumes that the reason has to do with his inability to say the words. Fuckin' Steve--he always wants to, "talk it through," begging with those big blue eyes of his and the picture-perfect pout of his pink mouth.

Can't they just--

Just.

Do it?

What does a guy have to do to get some fucking dick around here? The more Bucky waits, the more he stews, the more frustrated he gets. He is not like food, stewing, and getting tender and soft, he is starved.

Apparently, a lot. Apparently, a guy's gotta do a lot, even though Bucky knows they're both frustrated. Steve might not show it, grumbly and stalking off when he can't get what he needs, but he's in the same place. Talking is hard. But that's gotta be it. That's gotta be the thing to give Steve the all clear because Bucky has tried everything else--

Skimpy clothing.

He figures the more skin he shows, the harder it will be for Steve to resist. But Steve is stubborn. Whatever he's waiting for, he doesn't get, and after an initial period of staring, jaw on the floor, cheeks pink, and eyes unblinking, following his every movement, he scrapes his eyes away and... doesn't look at Bucky anymore.

Nooo

Bucky tries to get his attention back when he's forcing himself to look away, but Steve has, at some point, mastered the art of looking just over Buckys shoulder instead of into his eyes.

Ugh.

Bucky will stare at Steve, trying to telepathically communicate, throw out your fucking morals and fucking ruin me, I know you want to, I am--I was very well acquainted with caveman Steve. Gimme that guy!

When it doesn't work, Bucky slinks away and growls, clenching his fists. He punches his pillow because he doesn't want to make Steve call someone to repair their wall (again).

Damn you, Rogers.

Showering multiple times a day.

Even when he hasn't gone to the gym, Bucky will take it upon himself to shower twice, sometimes three times a day. He's desperate, okay?

And there's nothing that should break a man like lounging around in a towel that's barely clinging onto you and nothing else for hours at a time, all exposed and wet. But. Steve isn't a fucking normal man, now is he?

Even when, with a towel low, low, low on his hips, Bucky brushes his fingers through his wet hair and then drags his hand down the side of his neck to his shoulder and tilts his head to the side to crack his neck, showing Steve the cut of his jaw, the curve of his exposed throat, and his hair. All things that Steve used to be obsessed with, or seems currently obsessed with. Even then, Steve doesn't do anything.

Once

ONCE he shifts in his seat, crossing his legs, and puts a pillow conspicuously over his lap but other than that-?

Nothing.

Bucky gets their couch, the armchair, and his own damn bed wet with all this lounging he's doing. Bucky, just to spite him, jerks off in the shower, rough and unashamed, leaving the bathroom door wide open, the water not hot enough to steam up the air. If Steve walked past, he'd be able to see everything.

If Steve sees, he doesn't comment. He doesn't turn more red than usual. He doesn't squirm more. He does do anything.

Bucky wants to growl at Steve. He wants to bear his teeth. He wants to roll over on the floor and show Steve his tummy and his expose his neck. He just needs it so bad. But none of those animalistic displays are productive. So. He doesn't. (See, Steve, the therapy is working! Ha!)

Fine.

Wordlessly, obscenely tonguing his cutlery during meals.

Bucky discovers that he doesn't have a gag reflex anymore with a spoon, sitting across from Steve at their dining room table--he doesn't want to remember where or when his gag reflex disappeared to. So he doesn't think about that. Instead, he just thinks about how Steve stares at him with that spoon in his mouth and his tongue flicking over the silver. Breathing so hard that his nostrils flare. Then, promptly choking on his own food, turning red from arousal and embarrassment and trouble getting oxygen.

Serves him right for not diving over the table and eating him for dinner instead, Bucky thinks.

Hmmph.

Intentionally eating with his fingers even when it doesn't really make sense.

Licking his fingers.

Holding little bites up to Steve to feed him, fingers in his mouth.

It all fits together, all the little things Bucky has started doing with food, trying to show Steve how bad he wants to be devoured himself. And when Steve stands his ground, it just escalates and escalates. Bucky goes from eating a little more thoughtfully, trying not to just hoark everything down like an animal, the serum demanding all too many calories, to basically fellating his food. More focused on getting dick than getting nourishment.

God, he's starved for it.

He's so fucking frustrated that he might just cry.

Would that get Steve to fuck him? If he broke down and cried and pawed at Steve's dick, would Steve finally break and fuck him until he was crying good tears. So far, anytime tears come out of him, he gets all of Steve's attention, but... it's mother-hen attention. Bucky doesn't want his back rubbed. He wants his hole pounded.

Jesus Christ.

Steve has a thick fucking skull. He just thanks Bucky for feeding him. He tracks the movement of Bucky's fingers and tongue and doesn't say anything. Anything at all.

Dammnit.

Bucky has to look away, desperate, frustrated tears burning in his eyes when Steve continues to not understand. He digs his fingernails into his palms and taps his fists softly against his thighs when he wants to punch something.

Grr.

It'd be amusing how much Bucky is grumbling and growling and feeling grumpy if it weren't so fucking irritated. He needs Steve.

Forming a sudden lip balm obsession, constantly re-applying it.

Steve likes his lips--he watches him when he talks, when he performs unspeakable acts on innocent food eats, when he licks his lips passively, when he's just sitting, watching TV.

Steve likes his lips.

So, he might as well give him something to look at.

Shimmery or glossy or matte lip balm. Flavored or not, scented or not. Bucky tries it all. He applies it without show or with an immense show. Testing Steve. What makes him react the most? What does he like to watch Bucky put on? What does he like to see Bucky wear.

Steve bites his own lip sometimes, watching. Steve swallows. Steve clenches his jaw. Steve sighs. Steve does nothing else. Steve doesn't put his fucking hands on Bucky.

FUCK.

Bucky's temper has run out.

Fuck this.

"Fuck me--" Bucky hisses, voice rusty, eyes narrowed like it's a challenge, and before Steve can even ask if he's serious, if he's absolutely sure, Bucky is there, beating him to the punch, "'m sure," he forces the words out, not because he doesn't want it but because words are still fucking hard. Not as hard as Bucky himself is, pressing tight up against Steve, crowding him in, and lowering his voice to an almost inaudible tone--impressive considering the both have enhanced hearing--"please?"

"Bucky," Steve murmurs, full of emotion, swaying into him, weak, as their their lips collide bruisingly.

Steve gasps. Bucky gets full body chills, tingles, shaking with it.

Y-e-s.

Every moment of this, the longer it draaaags out, the more he's on board with this. Kissing. Kissing. Lips sliding together wetly. Steve moans, and it feels like gold, liquid gold, sliding down Bucky's throat, and pooling deep in his belly. Inside him. He tastes Steve.

The way he moans.

God.

The way Steve bites Bucky's lower lip, the way he licks into his mouth, the way their teeth hit together accidentally when they get into it too much. Grasping as each other. Kissing.

JesusfuckingChrist.

Bucky is red-hot, glowing like molten metal. And every time Steve touches him, sparks fly. He's so affected that it's like Steve is the craftsman hammering soft metal, Bucky, changing its shape with every powerful strike.

Steve presses him harder into the wall. Punching the breath out of his chest. Tilting his chin up, fingers strong and demanding on his skin, and knocking their foreheads together. Eyes locked.

The hunger in Steve's eyes.

Christ.

Bucky's never felt so wanted.

Oh.

It makes him weak.

It feels like he's melting into the wall, fuck it, worse, like he's melting into the floor, knees weak, clinging onto Steve, breathless, soundless, and soaking in every wave of pleasure, barely keeping his head afloat in the ocean.

Steve's hands paw at him.

Bucky's mind whites out.

He rips Steve's clothes, unable to control himself. Steve moans, "yes-" drawn out and hot when Bucky's metal hand bites into his hip. Finally, finding purchase amongst the desperation.

His own clothes are torn off. Bucky arches into every pop of seams ripping, cloth, not clothes because it's now useless to cover anything, falling away. Leaving him naked, chest heaving, blood boiling, mouth agape, not a sound coming out. He's so overwhelmed. He can't breathe. He can't think. He can't--

He can't.

Steve is splitting him open.

Ah. Ah!

Steve is biting his shoulder, carving a space out for him inside his body, spit slick, burning alive with the stretch, burning alive--

Steve is alive.

Bucky is here with him and alive, too.

How-?

How is this real? It doesn't feel real. Too good to be true.

And this is--

This is all he wants forever.

Steve inside him; heavy, hot, throbbing, and fuck.

Oh, God.

Every thrust is better than the last. Hard. Deep. Bucky's jaw has dropped wider than he thinks is possible. His entire body is trembling. Vibrating. This is how he dies. Split open. Steve moaning and groaning and fucking whining, lips pressed hot and wet to Bucky's cheekbone. Sweat in rivers dripping down his skin.

Desperate.

Oh. God.

Bucky is sure his body is making a dent in the wall. Every thrust is brutal. It's exactly what they both need. Bucky's fingers are digging bruises into his flesh. His nails might be drawing blood. It feels too good to notice, though.

They're both feral.

The first audible sound that is ripped out of Bucky is a pant.

Then, a gasp.

Punched out of him by Steve.

Other than that, the evidence of his pleasure is almost entirely physical, shaking, drooling, limp, yet pressing back weakly whenever it's possible, too. It's not really verbal. It's certainly not loud. Somehow, it's very reminiscent of their days in the past, when they were always worried about getting caught because of the whole, y'know, being-gay-is-illegal thing. So, it doesn't bother either of them, just like old times, but caught up, at the same time, in the furious drum of now, now, NOW.

BUT

The near-silence from Bucky of is shattered all at once when as he's about to cum, dangerously close to the edge, his prostate getting beaten in the most idea way possible, bringing him to tears--Bucky lets out a rusty whine.

A whine.

High and needy and feminine. Coming out of his big, heavy chest. The antithesis of what this man should sound like. A pathetic little whine.

Fuck.

It's hot.

It works its way under Bucky's skin and under Steve's skin. Twinning. Tied together. Caught up in this mess.

Jesus. Fuck.

Bucky is too close.

He can't.

Yet, it only gets impossibly hotter when as he cums, entirely uncontrollable, there is nothing that could ever stop him, Bucky jerks and quivers and moans. Loud but wordless. Incoherent. Animal. Feral. This guttural, guttural sound of pleasure. Pleasure that's been ripped from his overwrought body.

He keeps cumming with Steve's answering bone deep groan of his name. It sounds so good to hear.

But Steve doesn't go soft even when he orgasms. He doesn't stop fucking Bucky either. He fucks Bucky through their orgasms. And Bucky's moan turns to helpless whimpers, but he clenches on. He's not going to let Steve stop. No.

No.

Keep going, keep fucking whines and moans and wordless sounds of pleasure from him.

Please.

Steve hears him loud and clear.

I hope you enjoyed 😘

[zeke-in-devildom]

Dissonance - Chapter 26: Wrathful Hearts

The relief was almost immediate. Zeke felt his shoulders sag slightly the moment the cool Devildom night air hit him, releasing a tension even he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He could still hear the pounding music inside the club, but mercifully his body no longer felt like it vibrated through every one of his frayed nerve endings. The throbbing behind his eyes even subsided into a dull ache. 

It wasn’t a complete respite, however. Taking a deep breath of fresh air caused a twinge of pain in his chest, and before thinking about it Zeke had raised a hand to rub tenderly at the phantom wound that had not yet been sustained. How could possible futures cause him actual pain? Before coming to the Devildom his abilities had certainly caused him plenty of issues, but never like this. All his difficulties had been regulated firmly to his own mind and  the ignorance of the non-magical and mundane aspects of human society. He did not like these new developments.

There had to be a way to control this better.

“Are you alright? Does it hurt?” Satan’s concerned voice reminded him that he needed to keep his head firmly in the here and now. Zeke let his eyes flutter closed, brow furrowing as he brought his focus sharply to the present and away from distant futures that might never come. He used the warmth of the arm around his waist, holding him protectively, to anchor himself to what was real. 

“I’m okay. It’s just the stress of midterms, deadlines, and being outed. I’m exhausted.” All reasonable excuses and all true enough, but Zeke didn’t want to deal with the visions or try to explain them or how they were evolving. A part of him did consider telling Satan just to spite Barbatos and the butler’s warning to keep them to himself. The more reasonable part of him knew that there was no reason to stress or sadden the brothers with something they couldn’t actually help change or control. He would figure this out on his own.

“Excessive stress can cause many troubling symptoms in humans. If your stress has reached a level that you’re in physical pain perhaps we need to find a way to address that. As much as I hate to ask Lucifer for anything, I’m sure he could arrange for your school workload to be reduced if it is causing your physical health to deteriorate.” It was sweet, how attentive and worried Satan could get. 

“It’s fine, Satan. Midterms are over, my publisher has the final draft of my next book, and we can’t really change that everyone knows who I am now. I’m sure I’ll feel better if I just get a little rest.” He had only managed to get one halfway decent night of sleep since before midterms started, and that had only been thanks to Belphie’s intervention.

“Then I will make sure my idiotic brothers don’t bother you with their inane nonsense over the weekend.” It was adorable how very serious Satan could get, and he could appreciate the Avatar of Wrath’s sentiments. The brothers did tend to try to drag him everywhere and include him in everything all of the time. Zeke honestly appreciated that too. Satan himself had taken him to plenty of museums and art galleries since he had arrived. Still, being pulled in so many directions constantly was exhausting.

“My hero.” Zeke let a satisfied smile tug the corners of his mouth upwards as he watched the Avatar of Wrath’s cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink. 

“You’re too cheeky for a human.” Satan huffed, but his hand stayed against Zeke’s lower back as he guided the way back towards the House of Lamentation. For his part, Zeke was more than happy to walk in silence, close enough to feel the heat radiating off the demon beside him. Despite what he had said to Asmo in the club, he couldn’t help but gravitate towards Satan even if he knew it was foolish. Just getting to be this close to him would have to be enough, that was what he told himself, but deep down he knew that was a blatant lie.

He tried to distract himself by observing his surroundings. The lesser demons on the street gave a wide berth to the pair, none wanting to provoke the ire of Satan. Zeke could see the hunger radiating off many of them, they would gladly rip him to pieces in a heartbeat if he wasn’t with one of the brothers. It was a sober reminder that he was a sheep among wolves, helpless without one of his guardians. Except those guardians were also wolves. Every logical thing told him that he didn’t belong here.

Too bad the heart rarely listened to logic. All the visions of the future suggested that he would die sooner rather than later. Even if he lived to be old, it was nothing to them. Why did his gut tell him he was exactly where he was supposed to be when all the evidence was to the contrary? 

Zeke sighed and turned his attention away from the streets and up towards the Devildom sky. He could see the stars so clearly here, there was too much light pollution in the city he lived to actually see the stars in the human world. They reached the gates of the House of Lamentation. There was something particularly enchanting about the Devildom moon. It was hauntingly beautiful. He stopped walking so that he could stare up at it, feeling Satan stop beside him.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” The words left him without his consent, but he couldn’t find it in him to be upset about it either. Did Satan even know the significance of the words? Zeke could tell that the demon had fixed that intense emerald gaze on him, as he did so often when they were together, but he didn’t turn to look at him. He could imagine Levi absolutely losing it if he’d heard it. The otaku would have had a full-on nerd out, if he didn’t blue screen. That was actually an amusing thought. Except that was not something he would have ever said to Levi. Or any of the others for that matter. 

The silence stretched between them. 

“I can die happy.” Zeke felt his heart stutter as Satan’s normally smooth voice came out hushed and a little breathless. Of course Satan would know. Also leave it to Satan to give the most direct response possible. He liked that about him. Even if Zeke couldn’t read auras, he knew that the fourth born was not one to mince his words when it came to his feelings, unlike some of his other brothers. 

A warm hand brushed against his, Zeke finally turning to look at Satan as their fingers intertwined. He was surprised to see the familiar curling black horns of Satan’s demon form. Those green eyes were gleaming, full of starlight as they gazed at him with the softest, most adoring look - one he had thought only reserved for all the stray cats that the demon loved to feed. When something hard and cold curled loosely around his waist Zeke didn’t have to glance down to know that it was Satan’s armor plated tail.

“I’m only human.” They were being illogical. Satan had no good reason to care for him this much.

“I don’t care.” Zeke felt his heart flutter traitorously in his chest as Satan raised his free hand to cup his face tenderly.

“I’m not going to be here very long.” This could never last.

“All the more reason to take advantage of the time we have.” Zeke closed his eyes as he felt Satan press their foreheads together gently, careful of his horns. 

“Fuck it.” The moment he felt Satan’s lips brush against his, the entirety of the three realms faded away. The kiss was perfect. It was tender and sensual, Satan’s lips were warm and surprisingly soft, and they slotted against his like they were made to be there. 

Zeke really was only human, how could he possibly resist the temptation of a demon? Whatever the future might be, right now all he wanted was to be with Satan. Maybe that was selfish when he knew it could only end in tragedy, but he desperately wanted to be selfish this time.

The world came rushing back when the kiss finally ended, Zeke wasn’t sure if it had been a few seconds or a few minutes, but they were both breathing heavily. It was good to know the demon was as affected as he was. He enjoyed how flushed Satan’s handsome face was, and how his pupils were blown wide with desire. There was a sense of pride there, he, a lowly human, had the Avatar of Wrath wanting him.

“Make a pact with me.” The words flew from Zeke’s mouth, like the confession it felt so right that he couldn’t control his own voice. All of the brothers had offered him their pacts, all but Satan, but it was Satan’s he wanted most of all.

Rather than words, his demon responded by moving his hand from Zeke’s jaw to grasp the back of his neck and forcefully pull him back into another, deeper kiss. A low growl rumbled through Satan’s chest, which Zeke was now pressed flush against as his mouth opened, their tongues tangling together. One of his hands had found its way into blond hair, twisting the messy strands between his fingers and giving gentle tugs as he tried to pull Satan impossibly closer.

A shock of infernal magic wove around them, he could feel the now familiar tingle racing across his tongue, his piercing clacking briefly against a sharp fang as a faint coppery taste blended with the tang of demonus that lingered on Satan’s tongue. He felt taloned fingers dig just a little harder into his neck, and realized that the Avatar of Wrath was squeezing over Lucifer’s mark. His heart ached as he realized the jealousy and insecurity that Satan was feeling as Lucifer’s mark had been placed first. Zeke bit the demon’s bottom lip to distract him, which must have worked because the grip on his neck loosened immediately.

Bracing himself for the next part he wondered for only a moment where Satan’s pact mark would etch itself into his flesh. The sudden burning sensation over his heart seemed so obvious in retrospect. That was the only fitting place for the mark of Wrath to sit. He broke the kiss so that he could bury his face against the side of Satan’s neck, sagging against his beautiful demon as the infernal magic dispersed, seemingly taking most of his energy with it. Forging the pacts was always so draining.

Strong arms wrapped around him, holding him close for the time being, both just basking in the afterglow of the kiss and the new pact. Zeke didn’t know exactly how long they stood there, but eventually he felt Satan pull away. He missed how warm he was, but not for long, because suddenly his feet were off the ground as Satan picked him up, cradling him like a princess from one of the demon’s cheesy romance novels. If it was anyone else he’d have been indignant about being carried, but he was feeling just tired and sappy enough to allow it. 

They ended up curled up on one of the library sofas in front of the fireplace, Zeke sprawled out on Satan’s chest while the demon quietly read aloud, holding the book with one hand and gently running the other through Zeke’s hair soothingly until they both eventually fell asleep.