#thank you for making me be nice to them for a change

[no-144444]

total wipe out- l.norris

summary: lando has a chance encounter that changes his life

pairing: lando norris x fem! single mom! reader

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Lando had a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. This time, his skiing holiday had turned into a disaster when he fucking ran over a child. Impressive, I know. The second he did it he slowed down and started to book it back to the kid who was probably sobbing crying (he’d hit it at full force). 

“Are you alright?!” he stressed, picking up the kid (who had been stuck in the snow). 

And the fucker was giggling. 

“That was fun!” he cheered, clapping his hands. “Do it again!” 

Did he have brain damage? Did he just give a child fucking brain damage? 

“Alex!” you shouted, stopping beside the two of them. “Are you alright?” you asked, taking him in your arms and checking him over. 

“I’m fine mommy! I had so much fun!”

You stared at your son, unimpressed. The mini heart attack you’d just had was all for nothing. “You’re a weird fucking kid,” you mumbled under your breath, making Lando laugh. You turned to him. “I am so sorry about him, I always tell him to stay by me, but he doesn’t listen-”

Lando chuckled, holding a hand up to stop you. “I am almost sure it was my fault, so I am very sorry. I hope he’s alright and I didn’t give him brain damage or something.”

You laughed. “Let’s hope not,” you smiled. “Sorry again.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry too.”

And with that, you and Alex skated off. 

“What the fuck was that?!” Max shouted, coming up beside him with Pietra hot on his tail. “YOU JUST WIPED OUT A KID!” 

Lando rolled his eyes. Max, ever the pessimist. 

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As he sat in his cabin, just finished winning a game of poker, he sighed, thinking of you and Alex. Obviously, Lando hadn’t seen anything other than your hair (which he thought was gorgeous), and your eyes when you’d lifted your sunglasses to look over Alex. You had hauntingly beautiful eyes, and he was slightly upset with himself that he hadn’t tried to chat with you longer. You were sweet, kind, funny, beautiful (he just knew you were gorgeous). He wanted to know more. 

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Hanging around the same slope as yesterday in hopes of seeing you there was probably not his best idea, but alas, his dumb plan worked. He saw the familiar dinosaur helmet on the 4 year olds head, and he smiled when he noticed Alex whizzing up to him. 

“Alex!” he cheered, watching him come down the mountain, a bright smile on his face. 

Alex walked over and wrapped his arms around Lando’s legs. “Did you see?” he questioned, looking up at him. 

Lando’s heart ached, he adored children. Alex was definitely not helping his raging baby fever. “I did bud! That was awesome.”

“Are you a professional skier?” he asked.

“No,” Lando smiled, kneeling down to meet his eyes. Your eyes, just smaller. “But I am a professional athlete.”

“What sport?!” he asked, his eyes going wide. “My favourite sport is Formula One, but I like all sports anyway.”

“Who’s your favourite driver?” Lando asked, suppressing a smirk as he took his balaclava down. 

“Lando Norris!” he cheered, jumping up and down. 

Lando finally took off his goggles and Alex’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit!” he almost shouted, making Lando laugh. 

“Alex!” you scolded, walking over to him. “What did we say about bad words?” 

“Momma look, he’s Lando Norris!” Alex cheered, pulling on your jacket. 

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, looking at him. “Hi, I’m Y/n, and this is Alex,” you introduced. “We meet again.”

He smiled. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Do you mind if Alex gets a picture with you? You’re his favourite driver,” you asked, trying to sound less awkward than it felt. 

“Of course, I’d love to,” Lando smiled, more than happy to get in a photo with him. Alex stood up beside him, hugging him, as Lando smiled wide and bright. You quickly snapped a picture and thanked him. 

“Momma, can we go again?” Alex asked, pointing at the top of the mountain. 

“We should probably head in for dinner darling,” you said. Alex frowned. “You’re hungry, I know you’re hungry.”

Alex huffed. “I want to go again though.”

“We’ll go again tomorrow,” you smiled, patting his back. 

“Alright,” he smiled. “Bye bye Lando!” 

“Thanks again,” you smiled at him. 

“I’m heading in too now,” he said. “Mind if I join you guys?”

You stared at him for a second. “Um, yeah, sure,” you smiled. “Of course.”

Alex beamed and held Lando’s hand as you all walked back to the resort. 

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Dinner was just listening to Alex ask Lando questions about his life, about the cars, about everything. It was cute, and Lando was so willing to listen to every question, and adequately answer them. As dinner went on, you noticed the way he kept looking over at you, soft, sweet, staring that didn’t make you uncomfortable. And when he was the one carrying Alex back up to your hotel room, and wishing him sweet dreams, he didn’t mind it. 

“Thanks for everything today, you’ve definitely made his year,” you chuckled. 

“It was nice to meet you guys. Alex is a lovely kid,” he nodded, but there was still something unsaid. He wanted to ask for your number, but didn’t want to overstep, and he could feel the tension between you two. “I’m just going to say this, and you can totally say no and I’ll back off but could I get your number?”

You stared at him. “Is that a joke?” you asked, unsure. 

“Oh shit, are you married? Fuck I didn’t know-”

“No, no! I’m not. It’s just… you’re… y’know, and I’m not. I’m a single mom and you’re a racecar driver.”

He shrugged. “And? I really like you, and Alex.”

“Be realistic Lando, what would people say?” 

“That I’ve got a very hot and sweet girlfriend and a cute stepson?” he smirked and you playfully pushed him. 

“You can have my number, but I’m not promising any of that,” you chuckled, grabbing your phone.

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Australian GP. First race of the season. 

And you were sitting in Lando’s hotel room before he had to go to the track. How your life had changed in the past few months. You were officially dating an F1 driver, you’d been to Monaco a lot, Lanod had visited London a lot, and you were happy. Alex adored Lando, they literally went on day trips together without you (Lando says it’s so you can have time with your friends, but you know it’s just because he wants to hang out with him). 

“You ready to go, bud?” Lando knocked on the door of the hotel bathroom, trying to get Alex out of there. 

“Almost, just need to wash my hands!” he answered. 

“You ready?” he asked, turning to you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. He was excited. Extremely so, to have you in his garage and to show you off to the world. 4 months of dating hardly seemed enough, but he had convinced you anyway. 

You nodded and took a deep breath, slightly terrified for this weekend. 

“You’ll do great,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. “Everything will be alright.”

You nodded and smiled, taking his hand instead as Alex came out of the bathroom. “All finished mom,” he smiled and took your hand. 

Lando stopped you two and smiled. “Pre-race weekend selfie?” he smiled bashfully. You smiled back at him and lifted up Alex, all three of you posing for the photo. “Perfect,” he smiled, looking at the photo, then kissing your cheek. 

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[vindy-vindingmachine]

thanks for the tag! i have a story relating to my username:

so, on all platforms i have an account on, i’m Vindy. that was just a little name i came up with because it sounded nice, but it’s also not my first online name.

i used to cosplay on Roblox and stuff (although i might buy a cosplay i made lol) so i would just call myself online the character i was cosplaying. for example, i had a frisk cosplay during my undertale phase, so i was frisk.

eventually, i got into splatoon and started playing that obsessively. i changed my switch username to “GreenSpore” because i was wiped out by a random person called “WhiteHawk” (it was the time when i wanted to be just like the pros yknow?). i did change my name to something else that i don’t really remember in that era, but i remember going back to GreenSpore because i wasn’t recognized by the people in my friend list.

then, i started drawing and making ocs. i had just made a big move across the country very suddenly, and drawing helped me cope. (fun fact: my oc Greenie was based off my nintendo username GreenSpore) Fanto had already existed, and i liked her, so i decided to just call myself Fanto. my Pokémon Scarlet and ACNH save files are still named Fanto because i didn’t reset them. i even used to sign my drawings with Fanto. crazy times.

then i discovered what a persona was, so i drew my sona for the first time.

^ i used to look like this

eventually, i became the Vindy some of you know now! it took a while, but here i am! (also vindingmachine is a pun on vending machine because Fanto likes soda and i used to be Fanto lmao)

tagging @theindescribable1 @lycanloc @invisible-hidden @avocad0-t0ast

Tag game🎉

Tag your moots and ask them where they got the idea for their tumblr accounts name!

For my name it was a nickname I was giving back in middleschool! One of our teacher had a system where we worked with 'wifi' eachtime we talked in class we lost a bar of the "wifi" (was a weird joke and we never held count on that) All the kids usually joked if they needed 'wifi' , they would borrow mine if they wanted to talk more. (I was incredibly shy in middle school, I only talked to like 3 people at school;^;)

They called me Ms. Wifi because of that. I just thought it would be funny if I put 'miss' instead of 'ms' because of my terrible actual wifi connection I have at home lol.

That's my story! Now moots, only if you guys want to, tell us your story.

Tags-> @slipping-lately @firequeenofficial @noagskryf @twinklstarrrr @halfbakedspuds @polterwasteist @rokushi-san @mygedagtes +anyone that sees this and wants to do this as well

[shyblacksheep]

I’ve been drawing stuff for the Mario franchise for almost two months now, just dipping my toes in, haha. I wanted to break in for a moment here and thank everyone for the incredibly wonderful welcome into the community… seriously, I read ALL the comments, hashtags comments, and reblogs comments, on the posts!! They have been extremely AMAZING and supportive! Like GAAAH~!! 🥹✨ I just can’t thank everyone enough for the kindness given to me when I drew these characters for the first time or slowly been trying to figure them out into my style! I’m overly honored that people even comment that they like the lil changes I do sometimes to help me draw them! You guys have no idea how much I smile reading your interactions!! They make the days brighter. ;;w;; I just wanted you guys to know how much I truly appreciate it and how much you REALLY DO change my whole mood for the better!

I’ve been a fan of the series for a long time, but never thought I’d be drawing stuff for it! x’D But, man, has it been silly fun! 🤩 Can’t wait to continue drawing more! I’m definitely glad I decided to just try and draw Mario stuff for the first time this year. Its been nice stepping out of my bubble of mainly only Pokemon art to find another thing that I just simply… enjoy drawing~ 💖

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Batman is here

what if shadow or Sonic are like at a mall with reader and the reader stops at a window at a pet shop staring at the hedgehogs lol

imagine the certain hedgehog the reader likes have behavior like their lover!

-🩸

“Silly Hedgies”

Pairing(s): Sonic the Hedgehog x Reader x Shadow the Hedgehog

Requested: Yes (by the blood anon, hello again!).

Description: When exploring the mall, you find two unique companions.

Notes: I know you said Sonic or Shadow, buuuut…I need me some more poly stuff. Hope you enjoy regardless!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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It was a decently nice day outside.

But the weather outside didn’t matter much to you; after all, you were in a mall with your partners, Sonic and Shadow!

They already ran off to get their own things in a competition to see who could get you the best gift, leaving you to shop on your own.

While shopping, curiosity got the better of you and you decided to check out the small pet adoption center in the mall.

The first thing that catches your attention is the hedgehogs.

The owner notices you looking at them and chuckles.

“I see you quite like hedgehogs,” the owner says.

“They’re adorable, to be fair,” you respond, and the owner nods.

“Would you like to hold them?” the owner asks.

You nod, and the owner (her tag reading “Debra”) gently picks up the two hedgehogs, allowing you to hold one in each of your palms.

“Do they have names?” you ask.

“This one is Sonic,” Debra starts, pointing at the one on your left palm, before pointing at the other one. “And this one is Shadow.”

“How ironic!” you say. “...Could I possibly adopt both of them?”

“Of course! Just follow me for the paperwork,” Debra says, leading you over to the counter.

You set the two hedgies into a carrier that Debra sets out, filling out the paperwork necessary, changing their names to “Sonic Jr.” and “Shadow Jr.”, and paying the required amount, setting the adoption in stone.

“Have a nice day! And take good care of them!” Debra says, waving bye to you as you leave.

“I will! Thank you again!” you say. “Now to get you two a big enclosure!”

Not long after you get home, you start to make part of your room to a hedgehog enclosure, giving them both plenty of room to run around, play, and nest.

While playing with Sonic Jr., someone suddenly knocks on your door, and you go over and open it.

It happens to be Sonic and Shadow, the both of them holding flowers for you.

“Hey [Name]! Sorry it took us so long, we ended up just getting you flowers, hehe,” Sonic says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s no problem at all, I appreciate them regardless,” you say, moving so the two of them can come in, the both of them giving you the bouquets.

A small squeak from your bedroom catches your attention, and it seems Sonic Jr. fell onto his back.

You rush over and gently put him back upright, with him making a squeak of happiness.

“What the hell are those,” Shadow asks.

“Oh, these two? These are my pet hedgehogs,” you say. “Sonic Jr. and Shadow Jr. respectively.”

“Aww! Where’d you get these cuties?!” Sonic asks, picking up Shadow Jr. suddenly.

Shadow Jr. retaliates by biting Sonic’s finger, causing him to yelp.

You gently take Shadow Jr. off of Sonic’s finger, putting him back in the enclosure.

Shadow lets out a snicker as Sonic pouts.

“Sorry, he tends to do that when scared,” you tell him. “Meanwhile Sonic Jr. curls into a ball, hehe.”

“Did you get them while we were at the mall?” Shadow asks.

“Yep! There was a small adoption center and these two were in there,” you tell him. “I couldn’t resist.”

“Well, you better not forget to hang out with us as well!” Sonic says.

“‘Course I wouldn’t, silly hog,” you say. “I love you both too much.”

“I love the both of you, too!” Sonic replies.

“You two are…tolerable, I suppose,” Shadow jokes. “One more so than the other.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!” Sonic asks, causing you to giggle.

You loved these two hedgies.

[hxlxnaaa]

hiiiii, i love your fics soososososo much

im a uni student for art and i was wondering if you could make a fic for rafayel comforting reader on art block ? i think he would be really sweeet about it.

thank u :3

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: when faced with the frustrations regarding a lack of creativity and ideas, rafayel is quick to help you come up with a solution, and without realizing, becomes the solution himself.

★ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: rafayel

★ 𝐜𝐰/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: first person pov, rafayel being proud of his gf, just really sweet, references to his anecdote 'addictive pain' (just mc taking a few art classes)

★ 𝐰𝐜: 1.5k

★ 𝐚/𝐧: i'm so sorry this took so long!! this is such a cute concept and tysm for the request, rafayel would fs be so sweet n nice ab his cutie struggling w art block. i hope you like it :,)

Frustration was creeping up through my throat, strangling the air out of me. Art was supposed to be my escape, but I had hit a literal wall. With balancing work and a social life, I had hardly found time to dedicate to my first love, and now it seemed as if all creativity had left my mind in an instant.

Tossing the sketchbook across the room that only held scribbles and scratches, I puffed out my cheeks, pressing my fists into the couch.

‘You’re better than this,’ I thought, ‘art is your passion.’

I picked up my phone, dialing Rafayel's number. It would be helpful to take a break, as I had been sitting around for hours crumpling up paper after paper, not a fruitful idea in sight. While I of course admired him as a person, I also looked up to him as an artist, even if I was often too shy to show my own talents to him.

“Hey cutie,” Rafayel's sweet voice came over the line, “whats up?”

“What’re you doing?” I hoped he wasn’t busy, cause I was about 30 seconds away from intruding into his house.

“Just working on this painting Thomas is on me about, why? Thinking about me?”

“Do you care if I come over?”

“That’s a silly question, I’ll see you when you get here.”

Click.

I rolled my eyes, ‘Yeah. Thanks.’

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Sprawled out on his couch, I watched Rafayel drag his paintbrush across the canvas with little effort. I was jealous of how natural it all came to him, reminiscing on a time I was able to convey everything I pleased with that much grace, able to create anything with ease. Now my talent just sat in a corner, covered in dust, and I wasn’t even sure how to use it anymore.

“Raf.” I sat up, throwing one of the brushes lying around at his back.

He hummed a response, not bothering to turn around to look at me.

“When you run out of ideas, get art block per say, what do you do?”

“Sit in the bathtub, you know this.” Rafayel nodded his head towards the empty tub lying in the center of the room. “Yeah, but,” I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, “what about it brings you ideas?”

He shrugs, placing a kiss on my forearm draped loosely around him, “The water always brings me ideas. It’s easier coming up with things in a place where you’re comfortable.” Rafayel pays me a grin, “That’s why I come up with my best works when you’re around.”

“If you had to give advice to someone struggling with a lack of creativity, where would you tell them to start?” I stared longingly at the painting he was working on, craving the urge I once knew, the urge to create.

“Is that someone you?”

I flick his head, “If it was, would the advice change?”

He thinks for a moment, “If it were anyone else, I’d tell them to get a book of art prompts or something.” Rafayel cranes his head back to look at me, “You? I’d tell you to paint something you love.”

“Something I love?”

“Yeah, like food or a wanderer, I dunno. Your passions lie in what you love, so creativity for you will start there.”

Something I love.

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I sat surrounded by old sketches and paintings I had made and kept throughout the years, and thought about what Rafayel said.

“Your passions lie in what you love, so creativity for you will start there.”

There were connections between all the pieces, and that connection was that they were of all the things I loved at some point or another. My favorite flower, the stray cat I had rescued growing up, Gran and Caleb, cherry blossoms when they first bloom; things that brought me joy and warmed my heart.

‘Okay,’ I thought to myself, tracing my fingers over all the papers, ‘easy enough. Just draw something I love.’

The sketchbook in front of me sat blank, just like my mind.

Something I love, something I love, something I love…

It started with a jawline, a mess of hair, wild eyes; then the sketch turned into an idea, and I was grabbing my watercolor paper and paint.

Heather purple hair, kaleidoscope eyes, fair skin adorned with carefully placed freckles and moles as if an angel had kissed him themself. His smile, I needed to capture his smile. His rosy cheeks.

I finished the painting, and grabbed another paper. His home, I needed to paint his home. The canvases that littered his space, the bathtub, the statues and vases, the tall windows that showed the sea outside.

Another paper, another paper, another paper.

The brush glided across the page as if unstoppable, using the same precision I used to fight wanderers, the trained eye, fast reflexes and grace. His hands, him painting, his laugh, everything I had memorized about him over time turned into the art that I had been waiting to spill from my mind.

Something I love.

Rafayel.

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“Did you ever find that creative spark you were looking for?”

I turned around from cooking to look at Rafayel, who was standing at the island of my kitchen watching me work. His pretty purple hair was messed up from me earlier picking paint out of it, and his shirt loosely unbuttoned at the collar. With asking the question, his eyes glittered mischievously.

Rafayel himself was not the painter, he was the art.

“Yeah, I suppose I did.” I shrugged, going back to fixing dinner.

“I didn’t know you liked to do art,” He maneuvered his way next to me, poking my side, “why didn’t you tell me?”

Liked? No, art was something I adored. It was my security, an outlet. Even when everything was going wrong, my life in shambles, I always had the ability and opportunity to create. It was stability, it was love, my life and passion. I just needed to find it again.

I poked Rafayel back, “It was never something I thought I needed to share with you, plus I had gotten away from it for a while. Lost my spark.”

“Now I want to see!” Rafayel groaned, pouting, “Are you any good?”

“I took a few classes in university for fun, but not nearly as good as you.”

He went still for a second, “Art is subjective...So please show me?”

“Go into my room and my recent stuff should be in the folder sitting on my desk,” I pointed my spoon in his face, “but no messing around in there, you look at the folder and get out.”

“Yes ma’am.”

With that he descended down the hallway, and I heard the soft creak of my door opening. For a few minutes, the only sound in the apartment was the quiet sizzle of the food in the pan.

Then, it was too quiet for too long.

“Rafayel, you better not be in there snooping!” I shouted, only to get no response. A few more seconds passed by before I called out to him again, “Raf?”

“Why are you a hunter?”

I jumped, startled by his sudden appearance behind me. He was clutching the pieces I had done of him, looking down at them and back at me with awe and adoration. His fingers danced gently over the paper, analyzing every detail.

“What do you mean?” I frowned, his question catching me off guard.

“These are…I don’t even have words. They’re amazing.” Rafayel continued to stare at the watercolor paintings in his hands, flipping through them carefully.

A soft laugh left my lips, “You just like them cause they’re of you.” The compliment didn’t fall on deaf ears however, and my cheeks turned pink with his praise. For one of the greatest painters in our era to think my work is ‘amazing’? Yeah, that felt nice.

Rafayel smirked, “Well, yes. I think that adds to it.” He laid out all of the papers across the island, “I just don’t understand why you didn’t pursue this, why only take a few classes in university instead of doing it full time. You have a real talent…”

“That's a big compliment coming from the Rafayel.”

“You could do as well as me if you put this out there.” He waved one of the pieces in my face, before quickly pulling away, “No, actually, I want all of these. I’m going to hang them up when I get home.”

“You gonna pay for them?” I crossed my arms, trying to act tough. Grinning, Rafayel wrapped an arm around my shoulder and waved his hand around as if gesturing for me to see the world, “See? You’ve already got that art business mindset down, I can see the vision for your future from here.”

He looked down at me with a sweet, sincere glint in his eyes, “But really, I’m glad you found that creativity you were looking for. I would hate for you to abandon something like this.”

“It was your help,” I put my head on his chest, “you told me to draw something I love.”

Rafayel pinched my cheek, “Well I’ll always be willing to be your muse, cutie.”

(divider by cafekitsune)

[mocha000]

Impatiently waiting for the video omg. "You know I did not realize just how subby I made Yoongi when I wrote this but tbh I’m not complaining, I think it’s verry within the bounds of his charecter to want to depend on the others during these moments when things are changes in the pack structure." yeah i kinda love sub Yoongi. "there needs to be more lovey dovey bullshit! especially her calling him perfect for her later in the chapter like! yes! thats your mate honey!" true.

"sometimes i wanna take real yoongi by the ears and also tell him that he’s perfect." MOOD LOL "Honestly Namjoon deserves all the kudos for his self restraint, here he is in the nest, his omega’s acting cute and slutty and he’s just a good alpha and watches 🥰 need me an alpha like namjoon." yeah omg.

"tbh i think spanking jk was the only way that the pack could keep him seated and paying attention while the m/c was riding yoongi otherwise he would have gotten up close and personal. in my mind- jk in heat doesn’t have like- a very good idea of body boundaries? like he’s a big puppy who doesn’t realize often “hey they’re having a private moment maybe i shouldn’t go over and cuddle them” like that’s his pack of course he would be allowed to get in the middle of it? " oh lol

"we are also on the outside looking in at them too- so thats why i wanted to leave it up to interpretation like- whatever you most want to read him say to her is what he says." hmm ok. "yeah listen i know i was only letting hoseok have one mouthful but! but! i was running out of pretty ways to describe it :( maybe in the next chapter-" yes!! "because the only smutty bit in that is a yoongi x hobi scene that is 😵‍💫 a bit of a doosie."

"the quickest ive seen on forums is solid sucking for 9 hours straight which seems! a bit excessive! but i think with a bit of supliments you could very very easily make it happen." wow, that's crazy. i have been a little curious but wouldnt 9 hours hurt damn. "thank you for your comment once again <3 i’m glad that none of this slightly more extreme smutt than usual seems to have been too much <3 i always worry but i shouldn’t because you always leave such nice comments!" engrave this into your brain sweetheart. i love this fic omg!!

Before I Leave You (Pt. 80)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: “Come on hyung, fuck her like you mean it.”

Tags: Groupsex, Mating cycles/in heat, fivesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, slight Jungkook x m/c focus, praise kink, Knotfucking, dumbification, mind-break, Namjoon calls Yoongi a bitch once in like a sexy way, omegaspace sex, lactation kink, false pregnancy, some good ol' tiddy sucking, omega x omega content, scissoring, pussy spanking, excessive squirting, size kink, breif mention of monstercock dildos, overstimulation kink, forced orgasam (but not in a cnc way), knot milking, mommy kink, daddy kink, trans characters, discussion of girl knot/cock, girl on top, feral sex, biting, humor, this is soft and horny and funny and sweet.

W/c: 12.7k

A/n: Ahhhh i'm sorry it took so long for me to write this chapter- the good thing is the next one won't be that far off! Until then if you like this story and want to read a different version of the beginning that has like 5+ additional chapters of how yoongi and the m/c got together you can read it here.

Previous part - Masterlist - First part

As you can expect, there is some clamoring around Yoongi.

Everyone reaches to feel, to touch, to check. Your hand is among the others tangling with Tae's fingers then Hobi's. Every touch is exploratory, curious, and coming to terms. Shocked and happy, weirded out and displeased. There are so many emotions that everyone's scents are all over the place. Surprised, excited, and scared.

Jungkook starts to tip his head, eyes open, leaning into Namjoon's space and falling, like he can't figure out which alpha to please with the scent of a new knot in the air. Jin lets out a shocked noise, not entirely upset but still.

“Wow is he bigger than Minnie and Hobi?” “I don’t know, but you should definitely measure.” “It feels so much less firm than a normal knot,” “Like squish mellow” “And he’s got that vein! I can see it pulse!” "Wow what the fuck, it’s so pink."

"Am I dreaming it's like my dream for everyone to have a knot."

"Even the pup?"

"Especially the pup. Have you seen Tae's dick? Girl knots are like- so ugh."

Until it gets too much, until Yoongi’s hips splay, and his head tips back, breath ragged. “Guys I’m-”

"Alright." Namjoon snaps, loudly. "Everyone back off. Give him some room."

You do not back up, you curl up around your mate's body protectively, still barely conscious of the fact that you're dripping into the nest below you. But you don't really think that Namjoon was talking about you and he doesn't make you move once you snatch your hand back. Resting it loosely on Yoongi's hip, clutching at his shirt like you think someone is going to take him away.

Namjoon eyes your hand and then your face. You tip your chin down demurely like there can't possibly be any way you'd missbehave. Namjoon huffs, shaking his head before he ducks down.

The pack alpha examines Yoongi’s knot under an appraising eye. His big hands turning it this way and that, Yoongi’s eyes roll back no one gives him shit for rocking up into Namjoon’s touch, needy.

Does knotting always feel this way? There’s pressure in his lower stomach, a tightening that makes no sense. That sort of feels like his self-control is spiraling away or dangling on the edge of a very precarious edge. Like all of him is about to break or perhaps be made whole.

Yoongi doesn't like thinking of sex as something necessary for love. But knotting certainly feels like a cross between the two.

No wonder why alphas are such knotheads. If fucking always felt like this, like the sex equivalent of a full body hug that lasts for hours, instead of a singular moment of euphoria and closeness. Yoongi would never want to fuck any other way. No wonder why they're so possessive too.

This feeling- Yoongi’s not addicted, not yet.  

You hook your chin over his shoulder to watch, sniffling. And Yoongi is a little too aware of you. The way your body lies against his arm, the dewy brush of his wrist on your stomach as you set your body against his. He must be going insane; he must have bit you again and given you a fresh mating mark. Because it feels like he can feel the mating mark wrapping around his cock.

You're a little more lucid because the pack’s sour scents cut through the breeding haze.

“Is Yoongi like- presenting?” Your voice sounds so small, so fragile. Yoongi bares his teeth at it. He tips his head into yours, nosing at the side of your face. Trying to reassure you. Trying not to bite. Hissing when Namjoon once again pulls at the skin of his knot.

“I don’t think so,” Namjoon says carefully, slowly. Reaching for Jin's glasses on the edge of the nest (because they're roughly the same prescription) so that he can take a look at the underside of Yoongi’s cock and the scent glands just below it.

They’re not puffy and not swollen like an alpha's. Alpha's knot to scent mark, not just breed. It's surprisingly a relief knowing that not all of Yoongi's biology has changed.

"He’s like still a beta? Right?”

“As far as I can tell yes.” Namjoon hesitates, poking at Yoongi’s knot harder. Eyes flicking up to measure his response. Yoongi does not snap at him, doesn’t do anything but lean against the column of Namjoon’s arm like he’s having a hard time holding his body up. When Namjoon puts his hand on the base of Yoongi’s throat, he doesn’t do anything but close his eyes.

"No- if you were an alpha you'd be biting my head off right now. You're definitely not presenting" Namjoon decides, begging that it's true. His own instincts are just a hum beneath his skin.

Namjoon might be a man of science, but he does trust his instincts more than he’d ever willingly admit. Namjoon's inner alpha is not chomping at the bit for a show of dominance and is not threatened by the sudden muskiness of another foreign knot. A shock in itself. Any scent of an unfamiliar knot combined with the smell of their omega in heat would make any of the alphas, even hoseok the tamest one, go feral. Packs work that way.

Beyond an extra layer of horniness, Yoongi’s thick chocolate scent has not changed. Not even a little bit once Namjoon sniffs and rolls the taste of it around on his tongue.

Namjoon presses the side of his face to Yoongi’s neck and closes his eyes. You can feel Yoongi’s heart flutter with how you’re holding onto his arm. After a moment namjoon pulls away. “You’ll be fine.”

You sag, a bit in relief. Yoongi? An alpha? If Namjoon says he’s not you believe him. Your brain is too hazy to think straight. But you decide you’re glad he’s not. Yoongi’s perfect- you’d hate it if something changed without his say-so. You babble, say it. And your mate covers his face.

“If I had to bet, I’d say it’s the mating mark. I’d like to take tests but-” Jin’s head jerks up, scent souring. Sensing a trip to the hospital before it’s even been said. Jungkook’s eyes on Yoongi don’t blink, grinning down at that knot with his hair in his face, already excited and dopey. As if talking about the hospital is enough to summon another seizure.

“After maybe. If it’s still a problem.” Namjoon caveats, pausing to rub down Yoongi’s arm, soothing him. Yoongi is still trembling. Still shaking so hard that he can't really move with any coordination.

“Has anything like this ever happened before?” Seokjin asks, carefully. Pillow over his bare lap. Namjoon has the good sense to at least put on some shorts. Jimin looks at Tae quickly and Tae does not return his gaze. Some secret soulmate conversation going on between them that you can’t read.

When you look up at Hobi- he’s watching your face. He doesn’t look away but after a moment he shrugs as if to say ‘Our beta has a knot- so what?’

“I’ve never heard of a beta popping a knot. I’m not sure. I think this might just be us.”

You groan, hiding your face under Yoongi’s chin. His breath heaves, and he turns back to you, nuzzling back.

“Is it my slick? Or the mating mark? Did I do this to him?” your eyes are wet, tears already threatening. You are already generally sensitive, and even more so in heat. Yoongi eases away your worries with a quick kiss to the side of your face. Cutting off your guilt before it has a chance to build.

“None of that now. If I had to change for anyone I’m glad it’s you.”

The pack is quiet around you, all in varying states of nudity. Quiet at the truth of what he says, how suddenly deep this has gotten. But he's right, you'd change for any of them. You wouldn't mind either. Yoongi rubs your cheek and you pull yourself half into his lap for a cuddle. Needy, too worn down to let it go. Yoongi’s hands go around your waist keeping you close. You melt into his arms, still sniffling.

"Your dick was perfect before though-"

"Sweetheart " he groans. You pull back from him, glancing down at his lap.

"What? I'm just saying-"

“Don’t look at it!”

Hoseok chokes back a laugh and tries to keep it in, but before you can help it everyone's laughing and covering their faces with their hands to keep from smiling. 

“You didn’t cum at all. Did you?" Namjoon asks, eyes dark. Yoongi starts to lift the hem of the shirt you wear, showing.

“No, I didn’t.” Yoongi can feel a bit of skin at the base of his cock, still loose, still half popped. If you weren’t more preoccupied with holding your mate and controlling your weepyness. You’d be more curious about the knot pressed between your legs.

Maybe this is just resource-guarding. Classic omega in heat, of course, the most valuable resource is your mate. 

“You know” Namjoon hesitates, looking from Yoongi to Jin. “Popping a knot without ejaculating sperm is kind of medically dangerous-”

“Namjoon-” Jin scolds.

“Sorry- without Cuming is actually kind of dangerous. Especially because it’s like, not typical for you to have a knot.” Namjoon licks his lips, "We should probably make sure that it's like- working."

You don’t know if it’s hornyness or just Namjoon being concerned for Yoongi’s health (probably a little bit of both) but you perk up. Blinking at the pack alpha who looks a little strained. A little like he’s trying not to look too much.

Across the nest, Jungkook shuffles forward, blatantly eyeing Yoongi’s knot like he’s just found his new favorite toy. But no sooner is he putting his hand on the beta’s tight before Jin is pulling him back the collar. "No no no pup, that's not yours yet."

He lets out a little bereft whimper but you hardly notice. Eyes bright and directed up at Namjoon. Like it honestly hadn’t occurred to you that now that your mate has a knot that means he can use it. Yoongi can knot you now. Pack Alpha is so smart! You don't know how it didn't occur to you yet but-

Oh, you really want that. You really want Yoongi to knot you.

The self-consciousness Yoongi felt earlier is entirely forgotten. You’re a little dumb in heat. A little floaty. Yoongi doesn’t mind. This is why you have packmates, to make these complicated decisions for you.

Yoongi’s hands are still firm around your waist. If Yoongi does have a knot now, for the time being, then you should get first dibs.

You whine, he was perfect without it really but you really really really like knots, your squishy omega brain is convinced that you need it. That it’s yours and your packmates are suddenly keeping it from you. You bare your teeth. No bite, all bark. You'd actually growl at them if Yoongi’s hands didn't clamp down around your waist. Hard. Harder than he usually touches you. It jogs you out of your reverie.

Marks. Kis fingers hold you hard enough that you could have bruises. Good. You want marks on you and on him. Your mating mark isn't enough. Not now, not with Yoongi having a knot.

“Should I, should you-” The pack settles in, ringing both you and Yoongi, as you stare each other down, both of your scents spiking wildly as you take each other in. Seeing each other in a new light.  

Yoongi laughs, deep and rough. And you get shivers down your spine. Your voice is high-pitched and squeaky from the strain. "Don't tease me."

He nudges the underside of your jaw with his nose. "Come on, it's sorta easy" his teeth brush your mating mark and you gasp, the threat of a bite but not a bite at all. "and you like it."

The pack looms closer so close they can reach out and touch, can reach out and feel. "Should we watch? I think we should watch" “Yes. Definitely yes.” “Yes, I think we should, yes please.” "they're so pretty when they fuck."

But Jungkook huffs, a little bratty, a little bit upset that there's a knot he's not allowed to ride. "Can't I get one lick?"

"No Koo" Jungkook jerks against his hold.

"If I lick it, is it mine? While she rides it does it count if I lick it?” Jungkook gets dragged over Jin’s lap for that one, completely happy with it as the other omega lands several swats over his behind. Giggling as he goes.

The slapping sounds are distant. Jungkook's skin glows from the force of the hits but his cheeks are round from his smile sweet. A Spanking? You'd like one of those. Maybe you can provoke it from one of your packmates sometime later. You might need a settling after this.

Your brain is a mess of wants and instincts. But a spanking can wait. Yoongi's knot presses just under your pussy and you grind onto it experimentally. Tingles of pleasure filling your whole body. Good. It's so good. You snarl.

“No. No Jk- pup”

You are not paying attention as Jungkook tries to claw his way over to you; laughing, making a game of it. You and Yoongi are not speaking but you are communicating. Every grit of his teeth says mine, and every twitch of his hands on your hips says keep going. You look down at your mate and lick your teeth, polishing your canines as you eye him. The line of his throat. The pinkness of his nose. His chest- everything.

As Yoongi huffs, half fond. Cheeks slowly warm the more your eyes roam, the more you look and hunger. 

It’s not that you’ve never been a sexual creature and it’s not that Yoongi has never seen you want him. But too often have you been like Noodle. Too frequently has he been the steward of your lust, carefully encouraging it and letting you be fickle and safe. Every time you've had sex you've been timid. he’s always letting you know through every breath that you’re not too much and that you can have it in any way that you want.

But now- now you’re eyeing Yoongi like you want to eat him.

Your brain is too syrupy and slow to do more than grind against his knot (like I said, all bark, no bite) your pussy dribbles onto it. The glide of your slick hole so much against such sensitive skin, pressed between your body and his. An omega possessed. An omega on a mission. 

He’s been on the business end of many knots but this- this is different. Your eyes are open hardly blinking, Jungkook’s hands trail up Yoongi’s thigh to his hip.

"You're hiding it-" he whines, bratty. But gets snapped back into the alpha's waiting jaws. More spanks. until someone, Jimin maybe is tugging at Jungkook's cock between his legs while he gets plugged up by Namjoon's knot. Namjoon's the only one out of all of them that can truly distract Jungkook. Can possibly stop him from trying to covet Yoongi.

Yoongi's knot doesn’t belong to him. As his mate you have rights.

You push him back to lie in the nest and Yoongi lets you. It’s instinct to straddle him, to get him under you where he can’t move. Even though you don’t usually fuck like this with you on top. You don’t know why this in-heat version of yourself seems preoccupied with riding or not riding, maybe it’s a control thing or vulnerability.

Your body is unused to the heat, unsure of quite what the edge of want and don’t want to meet. Unsure if you want all the control or the complete lack of it. You are weak to your instincts. Weak, even though you know if you just lied back Yoongi would take care of you.

Your instincts give you neither choice nor reason nor want for anything, anything but this. Hoseok's hands slide up Yoongi's knees, touch your lower back, everything. Everyone everywhere touching both of you. Egging you on with their bare teeth and wildly sweet scents.

The head of Yoongi's cock slides up and through your slick, catching on your hole for a moment before it pops away,

You don’t know who guides Yoongi’s knot to your fluttering hole, only that it’s there. It’s easy to sink back, eyes furrowed as you concentrate on the feeling of getting Yoongi’s knot inside of you, cheeks warm at the eyes of the pack on you.

Beside you Tae paws at Jimin’s knot he makes a nose in his throat, but Tae’s all smiles. “Minnie likes it.” She croons in a singsong tone. Hooking an arm around his waist and sliding her hands under the elastic hem of his boxers to toy with him.

There is breath on the back of your shoulder, condensation turning your skin dewy. A hungry alpha ready to swallow you whole. Looming. You don’t look to see who it is, who's looking over your shoulder watching Yoongi’s face as you ride him.

You have a sinking suspicion it might be Hobi.

You fall into a slow rhythm appreciating the way that it feels, nudging at your entrance. Filling you routine. You’re getting better at this setting the pace on your own. Moving at a steady rhythm. A rhythm that makes you sigh and squeak. Your body feels so far away. The ache in your knees, the soreness in your hole, and the tiredness in you are all impermanent compared to the pleasure.

You focus on the feeling of your hands on his chest and the pleasure that comes with fucking yourself down on his knot. It’s a good knot. Not too big, not too small, just right. Everything about Yoongi is just right for you. You mewl as you speed up your pace. Instincts burning for more more more.

Sweat bleeds down your back and Yoongi’s jaw rolls, unblinking below you. Someone wipes away a bit of drool on your jaw and you can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed. Tipping your head back.

“Does it feel good pup, the way his knot feels in your little hole?"

"Not so little anymore," Tae snickers, "she's practically bouncing on it."

Yoongi’s knuckles are white with how hard he holds your hips, doing his best not to guide your rhythm or disrupt it. Someone's hand is in your hair, tugging and tangling with it, pulling you up and down.

Namjoon leans down to whisper in Yoongi’s ear. “Good huh? Pussy fucking you up hyung? Gonna be a little bitch and make a mess in our pup? Gonna put your little knot where you want and breed her?” 

Yoongi lets out an achy moan. And hope that you didn’t hear that. Or feel how it makes him twitch and pulse. Knot seconds from popping. Already mostly popped from before. He’s not going to last. Yoongi knows it will be quick.

"Bet you can feel how I fucked her open for you huh?"

Yoongi does not pause to push Namjoon’s face away as the alpha bites his shoulder- his ear- his everywhere. Namjoon's not nearly as unaffected as he pretends to be but Yoongi is too focused on you.

Yoongi has always been the perfect fit, not quite as long as Hobi or as thick as Jimin or the type of knot that makes you feel it for days after like Tae and Namjoon. It’s a good thing you’re a size queen because now you can fuck yourself down on Yoongi’s knot, regardless of the size it threatens to swell too.

Yoongi’s knot is about as thick around as Namjoon’s cock is normally so you still struggle to go all the way down, but stretching yourself around the wideness is good, feels nice. Sates the fire inside of you. His knot presses all nice and hot snug against that spot inside of you. You babble it, saying how good good good your mate is, how you can feel his cock stretching you out and breeding you. Almost mindless from pleasure.

Almost but not yet.

Yoongi slides his palm from your stomach up to your sternum, under the black shirt you wear, stroking over your skin lazily before his fingers tangle in the material, pulling it. using it to guiding and goad you into fuck him faster. Saying nothing. Eyes on you. Dark and heavy-lidded.

To shut you up (not because he wants you to shut up but because he wants to hold off from cumming for as long as he can). Yoongi gets his feet under him and drives his hips up. Fucking up into you. Faster and faster until you can tell you're almost taking all of it. All of it. As much as you can.

“That’s it, there you go baby. Fuck her like an alpha. She wants to take it, you just have to help make her.”

“Come on hyung, fuck her like you mean it.”

Beside you, Tae's hand works underneath the waistband of Jimin's boxers, a thumb hooked there lazily. Stilling for a second. Her knuckles wrapped around his knot probably. Hobi is tucked along Jin's side, hips stuttering working. Watching you and Yoongi. Namjoon grins, showing his teeth.  

You have almost all of his knot in you now, everything but the widest bit, just a little more, just a little and you’ll have it. You bounce up and down on it experimentally. You grin, very very convinced that you don’t have to wait for Yoongi’s knot to go down to continue.

Your mate's hands circle your wrists, holding them hard, pulling you down hard every time you pick yourself up, trying to keep you stationary. But Yoongi’s needs are very very far away in his mind.

It’s almost better this way, looking down at him, working your body down his knot. Testing the give and breathing through it the way that Namjoon has taught you to breathe through taking his knot. The pack all around, watching you and encouraging you. They're so close, it sort of feels like they're all fucking you this way.

Tae’s fingers dimple in your thighs and Jk rests his head along Yoongi’s tummy so he can watch his knot sink inside of you as a treat when he takes his spanking like a good pup. A strong hand in his hair to keep him from moving forward a few inches to lick. Pout on his face. When your pace stutters, body overtired from heat, Hobi's hand goes under your thigh to help pick you up, taking the weight of your body for you.

You finally get Yoongi’s knot inside of you, but it doesn’t stop there, you put your hands on his chest and pick yourself off of it again. It tugs but slips past the rim of muscle after a second, slick sliding down the big swollen curve of it. It takes some finesse, but your body gives way and his knot is once again hovering just on the precipice.

Then you sit yourself back down.

Jimin’s breathless curse against your throat feels almost guttural. You hardly hear it too focused on fucking Yoongi’s knot like a cock.

 “Fuck, omega's knot fucking is-” 

“It’s hot,” Jin says, leaning down to brush Yoongi’s sweaty bangs from his forehead. “How does it feel honey? Feeling your mate around your knot? All good? All nice and snug?”

“She’s-” Yoongi pants through it breath ragged, close to cumming, knot pulsating. “Warm” his voice is strained and he scrambles to reach for you. Yoongi’s lap, his whole stomach really, is covered in your slick. The slide is almost too slippery. If you weren’t concentrating so hard on keeping rhythm you’d tell him you love him.

“Overwhelming, feels like- feels like- fuck-”

But you know he already knows, can feel it in the way he touches you. The way he looks at you. Everything.

You squirt, wet noisy, little dribbles of cum flicking up across his chest, clamping down around his knot so hard that Yoongi has no choice. Your pace stutters and you sigh. You hardly notice the pleasure rocking through you, hardly notice as you start to tremble. Little ‘hng’ noises pushed from your throat with every sweet jut of Yoongi’s hips. Still fucking his knot all the way in and all the way out.

Yoongi fucks the same way he talks, sweet but firm. He cums that way too. Warm and slow. You feel every syllable and every drop.

But Yoongi has no words for the ecstasy of knotting you. Groaning deep, more guttural, more animal than you’ve ever heard him sound. Cumming, knot popping fully. Finally. Your legs shake and your head drops as it throbs and swells.

You finally stop riding him but he keeps pulling you down at the same second he sits up quick, until he's sitting with you in his lap. Wrapping his arms around you. Whipping your hair from your face, cupping your cheeks, forehead to forehead.

A bit of your squirt drips down the seam of his hip, the place where his thigh and stomach wrinkle. Staining the nest a darker shade of pink.

But there are hands to settle your giggles, his knot pulsates, and you feel wet and warm inside. You ease up and he holds you for a moment. Skin to skin. Breath to breath. Both of you panting through your comedown.

The others fall upon you.

Jin's hand cups your stomach, and Jungkook's teeth drive into Yoongi's shoulder with a quiet yelp and a 'yah jungkookie'. you love how grumbly yoongi gets when he's feeling sensitive but safe.

Namjoon tilts your chin up and kisses you, messy and filthy. When you part you feel dizzy from lack of oxygen. You can't yet register that you're panting, breathing heavily. Still sort of cumming. One orgasm blends into another. Having them around while Yoongi’s inside of you is so much. Good, but a lot as Tae strokes down your spine.

“Did good alpha?” You ask Namjoon.

“Did so well, so so so well taking Yoongi’s first knot.” Now he'll understand how possessive we can get of you. Now he'll get it.

Yoongi ignores him, but around you, the air is thick with the scent of the pack's pleasure. Hoseok ruffles Yoongi's hair than yours, you nuzzle into his wrist. Tae's hands are hungry, and exploratory.

(They watched you through all of this but never once did you wonder if you were pretty, never once did you worry about how it looked, if it was enough. There is a simple love that's here. A simple love between all of you. Through your heat- you've never once been self-conscious. With Yoongi’s knot snug in your pussy, and everyone praising you, you can't find it in yourself to be nervous or worried or feel anything but bliss).

There are familiar hands everywhere- reaching down, feeling where you and Yoongi are connected. The wet slick glide of an omega properly seated on a knot. Tae’s lips pressed against your tit while her delicate fingers paw at your pussy, not a kiss, not a suck, but a pout.

You let her until Yoongi hums, overwhelmed, and then lean down to bite her. Popping back, licking your teeth, echoing a soft "sorry" when you've realized what you've done.

Yoongi shivers as Jin runs a hand up and down his stomach, knuckles brushing yours. Namjoon crowds in behind you. Pushing you both down into the nest. His pack alpha herding tendencies are at play but he’s a warm and reassuring presence behind you. They all settle in to cuddle you and keep both of you safe until Yoongi’s knot goes down long enough to make sure that you’ve been adequately bred. 

Everyone's sort of lying on top of each other. Namjoon behind you, Jin behind Yoongi, Hobi trying and sort of succeeding in squirming his way in between Jin and Yoongi. the pack are noisy. but you sort of love the noise.

"You're pinching my skin hyung." "Wait wait wait, this will be more comfortable." "Namjoon she needs room to like-breathe." "Ow my knee like- cannot stay in this position." "Jungkook!"

The older omega lets Hobi muscle his way in. Pressing a kiss and a nibble to the back of his neck in admonishment. Jungkook sprawls across all of your stomachs and Tae rings the top and Jimin the bottom, guarding you and Yoongi against the door. Classic alpha.

Tae runs her hands over your hair, scratching at your scalp with her long fingernail. You push into her touch like a cat. She does it to you, then Yoongi. Yoongi’s hands skim up and down your hips and he’s breathing heavy.

“Love you,” he says.

he closes his eyes first but you just watch him. A chorus of voices join but you lean down, pecking him over his eyelids. Covering his body with yours. He doesn’t need to worry about anything.

Yoongi wraps his arms around you. Mumbling something into your ear quiet enough that the rest of the pack doesn’t hear. But let it remain a mystery. Let it remain for just you and him.

You rest and cuddle. And Yoongi keeps twitching inside of you. Every time you think that he’s done and that his cock can’t possibly give you anymore he starts to twitch again. Cuming just a little bit more.

It almost feels like Namjoon, who cum's a proportional amount to the size of his cock. Yoongi never normally cums this much, but you can't say you're complaining. One hand resting protectively over your tummy.

You hear Jin's familiar 'tsk' and fingers are at your hole. They guide a bit of spend back up into it. But your eyes are already closed.

You were already tired before and your heat still rages. It's not fire anymore. Something in you satiated. It's not a raging inferno but the kind of warmth that glows from coals, that sizzles on the edge of your skin, like deep-seated honeying of suns and far away stars teeming with wishes and life-giving warmth.

Yoongi decides that he wouldn’t mind doing this, just when you go into heat. He’ll get tests done later; Namjoon will drag him to the hospital after this week to take his blood and measure his hormones.

Dr.Pearl and another beta specialist will come to the conclusion that it’s both your mating mark and your slick that caused a momentarily biological shift that’s temporary at best and a one-off probably (it won’t be a one-off, Yoongi will grow a knot through every one of your heats after this). They’ll prescribe Yoongi less of your slick and a bit of distance from your scent during your pre-heat (both professional opinions that Yoongi will opt to ignore because seriously what the fuck?)

For now, you settle down atop him, keeping his knot safe inside, and go to sleep. Not before feeling each one of your packmates press a kiss to the place between your shoulder blades. Surprisingly sensitive, surprisingly ticklish. You feel it all. The brush of Hobi’s nose, the skim of Tae’s long hair. The plush feeling of Jimin's lips more like petals than skin. The brush of Jin and Namjoon’s stubble. The nibble of Jungkook's teeth.

Yoongi’s lips remain planted to your forehead, he sleeps that way through the rest of the afternoon. The little huffs of his breath tickle your baby hairs, and you can’t say that you mind.

Being the lowest member in the pack’s hierarchy means different things for each pack. Especially with two older omega’s in heat, and you below them in the hierarchy.

As the days drag on, you feel like a bit of a chew toy (not that you’re complaining).

As the lowest packmate in the hierarchy, you bear the brunt of it when their instincts shift from hungry to nesty. The breeding’s mostly done (mostly, but not quite) now is time for nesting, for preparing. It takes time for seed to take. That time that you spend cuddled close. Safe between Jin and Jungkook. Walled in on either side, safely tucked between their chests. Both of their heartbeats beat through either ear.

At least until you wake up.

You omega’s are a conspiratory little bunch. The nest is deep and colorful with many spots to hide. You do not try to hide from Jinnie or Jungkook, there is no need to. the alpha’s are who you hide from, peaking over the edge of an inner nest, the walls built up a bit like an igloo. The three of you playing a pretend game of hide and seek.

Hiding from them and the pleasure that they give you. Because they want to get in the way of all your fun.

It’s not getting in the way of the fun so much as it’s partaking in it, sticking their knots where you need them- but where is the fun in simply fucking? Foreplay is where all the fun happens anyway. Bouncing on a knot can get so boring.

Unless it’s Yoongi’s knot of course. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of that. His refractory period is a lot longer than the other alphas, even Namjoon who tends to knot for a good 30 minutes. You’ve had him 4? Maybe 5 times since the first? And now he slumbers, hips ringed with hickeys, cock lying limp and pretty pink against his stomach, utterly spent.

You’d ridden Yoongi until he was trembling, until his breath came out as gasps and not growls. Until his knot couldn’t even pop anymore and Namjoon had quite literally scruffed you to get you off of him. Too sensitive for anymore. Twitching duly when you’d popped off for the final time, a glob of cum leaking down your hole to your other one.

And yet, you could tell by the smell of him that Yoongi was drowning in ecstasy, nothing about his scent in pain or discomfort. You did a good job. Your pack had told you, you did.

But still, your mate needs his rest, in the meantime, the omegas can play.

The morning is thick and heavy, sunlight slow moving like honey when the alpha’s start to wake to the sound of soft breathy moans. the alpha's don’t immediately register that none of them are awake and that it’s purely omegan whines and whimpers that coat the air in the sound and smell of sweet pleasure.

Honey, cake, and cream.

Jungkook giggles softly, looking down and you can’t help but smile too- dopey. Fucked out. Fucked dumb. They’re not exactly surprised that you’ve gone non-verbal. Babbling only for Tae and Yoongi when they seriously prod you for a question.

This is just another spike of your heat only… you didn’t bother to wake your alpha’s up for it. You don’t really need your alpha’s knot when Koo is so soft and when Jinnie is- honestly very big for an omega, perfect enough for a bit of comfort in your hole.

But putting the pack omega’s cock all up inside you would not be good. You want to be good for Jungkook, your nestmate who has bitten you so thoroughly your skin aches from his teeth. From your chest to your shoulders and neck. To your hips and backside. Everywhere he’s bitten you up. So that anyone who sees you will know.

The three of you giggle and rub. What started as cuddling and a bit of grinding has become something different.

You and Jungkook hover above Jin lying down, Jungkook teased him a little bit ago for his grandpa's behavior, for not wanting to move and being too cozy. His omega cock stands hard and proud. Not terribly big, but not as small as Jungkook either. You and Jungkook seem not to notice the difference.

You and Jungkook sit perched above Seokjin, the pack omega’s hands roaming without care. His face is pink and his eyes are half closed, sleepy, and happy to let you and Jungkook take what you need.

At least Jin’s heat is near ending. Your and Jungkook’s roar in the meantime. You grind into each other, tummy to tummy, Jin below the two of you left to lazily rock up into the drippy sweet cleft between your pussy and Jungkook’s cock. It’s all very slick as you move against each other. Rubbing and grinding and giggling.

Hoseok blinks awake in the nest, picking himself up with a jerk.

A combination of your slick soaks Jin’s lap, and turns the grind sudsy, almost soapy as he slides up through your pussy kissing Jungkook’s cock. Omega’s do love to scent and rub and grind; you’re doing some mixture of the two. Not scissoring, but it would be scissoring if Jungkook had a pussy instead of the little nub he calls his cock. Jungkook reaches down, tapping his cock against your clit. You purr and squeak at it.

You’re… a bit of a mess, after having been fucked by every available alpha and Yoongi so hard like that earlier- your hole is a bit of a wreck, you're leaking slick and globs of alpha cum that Jin and Jungkook are only too possessive over. Pink when Jungkook reaches down to part your pussy with his hands and sees your wrecked entrance. He's too happy to smear it all over.

You can hardly blame Koo for his fascination, dragging his own little cock and forth between the mess. Putting his cock in (not that you can even close around it, small as Jungkook is) just to feel the heat of your body and what the alpha’s did to you.

It’s a good thing that most of Jungkook’s knot collection is locked safely away in the closet. Otherwise he might be tempted to see if you can take the largest one. The one that’s larger even than Namjoon that Jungkook's only managed to take on occasion when the pack feels like devoting multiple days into opening him up. The one that often leads to multiple days of aftercare because it actually is a little medically questionable for Jungkook to take.

Jungkook might have a bit of a thing for it; a size kink. thats never more apparent than when you're close. when he puts his hands around your waist and his hands almost meet. Watching you take things that look too big, that fuck you dumb like this is jungkook's favorite.

Now that the alphas aren’t making him feel so…so omegan, so fucked out. He’s sorry he missed most of it. He wants to see it again, wants to watch you get fucked open on namjoon's cock.

Jimin lifts his head from the nest, doing a double take and cursing when he realizes that it's not a wet dream just- just real. Namjoon rubs a hand across his jaw, sitting up on his knees in the half-darkness. Clearly he's been awake for a while. His hand goes ridged on Namjoon’s wrist but the pack alpha doesn't look down at him- he doesn't tear his eyes away from you three.

Namjoon’s cock presses up between his boxers, put on for modesty- and because normally omega’s in heat can’t be trusted not to get a little handsy. Hard, insistent. Now, Namjoon wishes that you'd get a little handsy. That would be better than just watching.

“You didn’t?…” he asks, trailing off. Namjoon swallows hard shaking his head. Namjoon already has his hand hooked into Hobi's collar, keeping him in place. Keeping him from interfering. Hobi lets out a lupine whimper. More a puppy than a man.

“Jin asked me not to intervene.”

The pack alpha’s restraint is legendary, especially when Jin giggles at the way you’re bouncing or trying to bounce on Jungkook’s cock. The pack omega tuts, and slips in besides Jungkook, half pushing him out of the way. Jimin starts, but there’s no reason to.

After fucking Namjoon there is more than enough room in your pussy.

The sight of you and Jungkook rubbing your used holes together is something that should honestly be recorded for the communal pack spank bank. The three of you pink-cheeked and healthy, and-

Knocked up. The three of you look like you’ve just been knocked up even though they know you haven't. Your skin glows healthy, your bodies supple and fed. Relaxed and loopy, showing the signs of the care the pack have lavished you with.

Jinnie's glowing too- skin smooth and blemishless, lips puffy and glossy from being kissed so much (as they should be). Although his glow is softer and less harsh. Jin’s heat is already ending, just another ten or so hours now. The fever quiets to a soft hush, a gentle need instead of a rabid one.

Was it the pack omega that dragged you and Jungkook to get off on top of him? It won’t be long now. Namjoon can tell you’re both close to cumming from the way you're shaking and the way Jungkook's breathing.

The slick glossy look of your thighs, your hiccups, the sight of Jin’s cock pressing between your slick folds, peaking out, rubbing against your clit, and the head of Jungkook’s little cock. The pack omega’s hands are hungry twitching as jin cranes back and inarticulately tucks his hands into both your holes. stroking both of them. Jin’s cheeks look round, pouting as he concentrates.

“Want pups, my pups, gimme,” you and Jungkook giggle, pressing sloppy kisses to each other’s mouths, Jinnie’s too- although the pack omega does little but pout and rock into the warmth. Into the wet.

The alpha’s watch and it’s torturous to keep themselves back. But they're good alpha's. When your and Jungkook's rocking reaches a fever's pitch and then quiets. Trembling and overwhelmed. Clinging to each other, threatening to topple.

When you’re finished there is more than one available knot, hard and aching, ready to sit on.

~-~

That’s not the last time that Jungkook seeks you out during his heat. far from it.

You’re not surprised that both his and yours have lasted longer than Jin’s (probably by a day or so). Your and his hormones spike and feed off each other, your heat spikes syncing until your packmates have to handle both of you at once. Your hand remains knotted with his, whining every time one of your alphas tries to cajole you gently away from him. Unwilling to be parted from him during knotting for comfort.

The lulls between Jin’s heat spikes get longer and longer while yours and Jungkook’s remain the same. Jungkook’s even speed up a little if anything.  

Jungkook loves going into heat with you- he really does, it feels like he’s always reaching, always craning his neck to watch you. The tender nape of his neck is bruised from the number of times that the alphas have had to scruff him docile. All of him feels Bitten and nibbled at every available opportunity.

Really, Jungkook's sort of in heaven.

The alphas never throw him around the same way they do when he's in heat. They don’t treat him like he’s delicate, like he’s precious, especially with you around to dote on and fuss with. You take the brunt of Jin’s protective instinct too.

Jungkook can be as bratty as he wants, bite whichever alpha he wants, and chirp as long as he needs to. Outside of heat they rarely ever hold him down and make him take it. They always hold back. Only in heat at his most vulnerable do the alphas really stop treating him like he's fragile.

He likes pushing their buttons and making them bite. Now, Jungkook does it because he can't stand it.

Cute aggression? It must be cute aggression.

He wants to squeeze and nibble and wreck you, Watching as jimin tucks his face into your neck as his knot twitches, your entrances stretched tight around it and your legs wide open so that Yoongi can gift tortuously small touches to your clit, all but torturing it as you seem to squirt and squirt and squirt.

So much until you’re dripping around the hollow of his wrist. Your petal pink lips parted, ready for a nibble. He'd barely satiated his desire to mark you up earlier. The haze of hormones is thicker than smoke in the air, turning his brain mushy as he listens to Yoongi beg.

“One more, just one more for me. You made me cum until I couldn’t anymore so now it’s your turn.”

You sob, but thats not a no. Your knees get brought up. Cute, plush, like a fucking stuffed animal. Jungkook once again, gets the inexplicable urge to squeeze you.

The alpha's have you both pressed chest to chest. Underneath you, Jimin continues to drive his cock in smooth efficient bunches, a knot already popped inside. You'd asked him to be mean with it and sob you do. Begging and pleading for more more more at the same time you say you can't take another orgasam.

Jungkook remains above you on his hands and knees. Namjoon lies along Jungkook's spine. Punching a groan from Jungkook’s chest with every impossibly long and thick drag of his cock. Making the omega feel all of it.

A fresh wave of your slick squirts against jungkook's chest and Jungkook's arms buckle. He sort of falls half on top of you. Yoongi hums and puts Jungkook back on his hands and knees so that he can keep touching your pussy. Jungkook rests his body against Yoongi's arm to keep himself up. Mouth open.

Jungkook thinks he might imagine it. He must, because he can feel Namjoon’s cock pressing against his tummy, feel it as the bulge kisses your skin the give of your belly button.

Your giggle feels like a punch to his gut. As your hand slides up his slick stomach to palm at the belly bulge, touch him the same way he touched Namjoon's cock through you. He loves it. He presses his forehead against yours, your eyes just as dilated and as gone as his. Rubbing his face against yours in a half kiss- half scent mark.

There's a lot of squirting, mostly from you. Jungkook likes watching you squirt. It's so pretty.

Jimin yanks his knot out of your hole, a move that he wouldn’t be able to pull if you hadn’t been knotted by Namjoon recently. Perhaps inspired by watching you knotfuck Yoongi. Pulling at you so hard that it honestly to god looks like it hurts, it looks mean. It makes you squirt violently again against Jungkook's straining abdominal muscles.

Jungkook bites your cheek. Hmm, squishy.

He bites the other side, and it blooms under his teeth.

You tremble and almost seem to pass out of a second. And then- really do pass out once Namjoon pulls back, reaches around Jungkook, and says something to Yoongi, who pulls his fingers away from your clit, you jerk trying to chase the pleasure. Only to run headlong into Namjoon’s hand, landing hard over your clit.

You gush through Namjoon’s fingers, soaking the place where he and Jungkook join. At the same moment Namjoon shoves his slick-coated knot into Jungkook’s hole.  

Your head lols back against Jimin's shoulder and you let out a single broken whimper. they're pushing you to your breaking point. (But you have a gut feeling that once you break and they put back together, you'll finally feel whole).

Across the nest, Jin perks up a little horrified. He's being fussed over by Tae and Hobi, happily doted upon while Hobi's knot rests safe inside. knot warming. Comforting Jin through the end of his heat. Hobi turns and Tae starts to get up to intervene but then- 

Jungkook giggles at your sobs, lapping at your tears. Clenching wildly and grinding back against Namjoon’s knot, the pack alpha moves him so that Jungkook can press his lips to your slack mouth.

You blink, dazed, look up at him.

“Meanie Joonie” Jungkook giggles, the omegaspace haze so thick he can hardly string a coherent sentence together. “Meanie Minnie! Meanie Yoonie! Again! Wanna see!” Jungkook moves, trying to get his hand in between your legs to spank your clit again, but his swats don’t do anything, too gentle.

Jungkook is literally getting the daylights fucked out of him right now, he hardly has the energy to lift his own head, let alone spank your pussy the way he wants.

oh, after this heat, after this, he's going to have so much fun figuring out how much you can take.

Yoongi's teeth look incredibly sharp, a little feral at being asked. But Jimin nods and fuckes his knot out of you and Yoongi spanks your clit again. You've never squirted so many times in a row but you leak like a faucet now.

The next flood of your slick lands on Jungkook’s cock. Jutting against your stomach with the force of Namjoon’s thrusts. He giggles again. Shifting closer away from Namjoon- hissing at the tension around his knot. So that Jungkook can press your slick stained and swollen tummies together better.

When he cums too seconds later, from another brutal press of Namjoon’s knot to his prostate and a mean pinch to the head of his cock- he giggles and uses his hand to spread his spend over your stomach.

You’re already lost to exhaustion. But Jungkook pecks your nose, tucks his face under your throat, and goes right to sleep. 

When Jungkook wakes, he's still like that. He's not being filled, and things are calmer.

The freshly fallen night is a hush on the edge of the nest, There is a different need coursing through him. A different sort of wanting. A physical hunger. His body is exhausted, sore, and bitten.

Your chest smells like Tae's lipstick, like her kisses. Jungkook’s pretty pretty pretty alpha, the prettiest alpha that is on the other side of the nest, talking with Jin and sharing soft kisses. She must have come over earlier to check on you, must have kissed you here.

Jungkook is dimly aware of her soft words, “Do you want a knot Jinnie? Some food? Some water? A cloth? How are you feeling? Does anywhere ache my love?”

Jin's answering hum is exhausted but happy. After a second he quietly admits, “My thighs hurt.”

Yoongi is summoned, Hobi too. To squeeze and help relax the pack omega. The sound of his squeaky laugh and shy moan a welcome return.  

Jungkook dozes while you and Jinnie rest, his body over your body, lined up chest to chest, nuzzling first at your throat and then lower when Jungkook's instincts tug at him. The pack is not as worried about him being snappy. They've long since decided that whatever happened at the beginning of the heat was just that- an anomaly at the beginning. Both of your instincts settling.

But now, Jungkook crouches over you like an alpha might. Protective.

Possessive.

There is something syrupy sweet in the air, just below your skin. Jungkook couldn’t smell it until he started nosing at your throat, but now he can. Something laces through your veins, something that smells divine, something that he can almost taste, like sugar only sweeter.

He begins to move lower.

Your breasts smell like Tae, like alpha, they’ve been given so much attention, teeth marks and bruises line your areolas, Tae has sucked your nipples pink and sensitive and stiff puffy already. Imprints of Jungkook’s pretty alpha and her pretty teeth stay there like a shadow, a bruise. There is a word you call her, 'mommy.' He likes it when you call her that. It has Jungkook’s pretty alpha smelling muskier and impossibly prettier.

Jungkook’s mouth is perilously empty, it's starting to bother him. Jungkook lips his lips. Dry.

Her voice comes distant now, your hands push at Jungkook’s shoulders when he noses, but only briefly before Jungkook’s pretty alpha tuts, holding you still and keeping you from squirming as he noses, pushing through your sweet skin, searching for something. Girl omega’s are so soft. So soft everywhere.

Jungkook loves it. Is this Omegaspace? Or pupspace? Or some combination of the two.

Something starts squirming underneath him, a chest rising and falling, a heartbeat beating rabbit prey fast. But the squirming stops as quickly as it begins. Jungkook's pretty alpha looms closer, coming to see what you're fussing for and cooing at your quiet squeaks and chirps.

Tae's wrist is close, close to Jungkook's teeth as she grabs your wrist and holds you steady. Restraining you gently. “Let Jungkook have at you pup, he’s been a very good omega, don’t you want to help soothe him?”

Of course, Tae does not notice that Jungkook's going after something new, and does not notice that this isn't normal soothing. Sucking at your chest is her favorite thing. She doesn't think anything strange of Jungkook's hungry licking and desperate sucking.

There is some sweet whining on the edge of Jungkook’s senses. Independent of the sweetness beneath his nose, the warmth reaches his lips and he opens his mouth to suck. His breath going ragged.

Closer, closer still, warm and soft against his face, like a nest made flesh, like Jungkook’s nest in one person.

Jungkook sucks at your chest, lips pressing once they find the source of it- of that smell. Your nipple on the roof of his mouth is exactly what he'd been missing. Comforting. You are so soft, so soothing. He likes it. There is no fire from heat with you here at his front and yet, Jungkook still burns. The sweet smell under your skin is closer this way. Jungkook needs it, needs you like water. Clinging.

His taste buds spark with something, just a little at first then more the more that he sucks. Jungkook makes a soft sound and Tae just shushes him. Alpha, he wants to speak, alpha found it! His squishy Omegaspace brain wants to tell Tae. The urge to show and tell is quickly overridden by the need for more.

It's so sweet. So fatty that Jungkook's head spins. Mouth filling with liquid that tastes like you, but a bit like Jinnie too.

You taste Milky.  

Jungkook's eyebrows come together and Tae teases, her fingers running against his cheek slowly filling. throat bobbing Her voice sounds like it does when she's grinning. Tae can be forgiven for not immediately realizing what’s happening because Jungkook is swallowing it down before any of it has a chance to make it to open air, gasping and sucking wildly. Hungry.

"Oh, tasting something good bunny?" Jungkook's sure she must be smiling even though his eyes are still closed. Still half asleep but waking up.

A little more, something hot and sweet fills his mouth, and Jungkook sucks it all down, more with every tight press of his lips. Your squirming stops and you sigh, going rim rod straight for a second and then relaxing.

You're staring up at Tae all dazed and cute, letting out sweet babbles of "mommy mommy-alpha mommy please." Your toes curling in the nest. But who knows what you're asking for.

tae reaches down and puts her fingers in your mouth, giving you something to suck at, quieting your desperate whimpers.

Jungkook doesn't like it, doesn't like her touching you. this milk is his- it belongs to him. The milk sweet and fatty fills his mouth, slowly at first, then more. You stop squirming below him, sighing in relief body going slack. Jungkook's arms go firm around your waist, holding you still, holding you close.

It's good, yummy even. Jungkook sucks more and more and more without really understanding. His heat-fried brain not sorting through the facts of the situation.

"Does Jungkook feel good little pup? Is he making you feel all tingly?" Tae teases, softly now, like she's conscious of the idea of waking everyone else up. She leans down crouching over to nip at your throat. Settling you. But there's nothing to settle, your head lol's to the side, staring blankly ahead. Whimpering. drooling around tae's fingers, she takes them out and slips them down your throat. stroking gently.

"Hopefully he doesn't bite you too sensitive because it's my turn once he's done, gonna squirm and cry for me gonna-" Tae breaks off, inhaling jagged.

Jungkook's tongue rolls against your nipple, keeping a small dribble from slipping down your body. Lips parted in ecstasy, a single drop drips from his tongue onto your skin, just a little.

But it's enough.

There is something pearly, dribbled down around your sternum. Almost translucent, but still white and cloudy.

Tae blinks like she can't really believe it.

Then she growls, loud, shocked. violent enough to wake the others. Whereas before she'd been stroking through Jungkook's hair, now her hand goes vicelike and tries to pull him off. Jungkook whines and squirms, unwilling to be parted from you until Tae growls again in warning.

Namjoon picks up his head from the nest at the sound. Jin blinks awake against his throat and Yoongi shifts and shuffles awake. Rubbing his eyes with a closed fist when he sits up.

When Tae finally succeeds in pulling him off of you, he looks almost hurt, pouting up at her. Tae's gaze eviscerates him. Their eyes narrow at the spill of it, the glimmer of milk on his lips. A bit of milk dribbles down Jungkook's cheek. Traveling down his collar bones to his pectorals and abs, gathering in his belly button, in the little furrow of skin between his lap and tummy.

Tae's finger gathers it on her fingertip and guides it back up to Jungkook's mouth, a breathless growl. Incredulous, near worshiping.

"Messy puppy."

How many more biological surprises could the pack possibly have in store for them? They're a little too tired to be particularly alarmed, and yet, they drag their bodies over. To make sure, to see.

To taste.

Hoseok hangs his head, his whine supine. "Jesus fucking Christ, you-" Namjoon looks away then looks back again. Like he can't quite bring himself to watch and can't quite tear his gaze away.

“I’ve only just gotten used to the idea of Yoongi knotting and now-"

Jin wordlessly rubs a hand over his face, Jimin doesn't say anything, trying to muscle Yoongi out of the way, looking down at you with something indescribable, at Jimin's movement, Namjoon's hands go to your elbow, your wrist, and Jin snaps.

"No, everyone behave. She is not a chew toy."

Everyone goes quiet, admonished. Tae continues to hold you, still looking down, and Jin realizes that if he's not careful, everyone is going to snap. Tae is going to snap. He can see it in the tremble of her body, the curl of her teeth over her lip, her control is seconds from snapping. Her scent spikes climbing higher and higher, almost smelling like she's in rut.

but you're his pup. jin bends under the force of his instincts, checking on your first. Jin leans over you, brushing the hair out of your eyes, and revealing your glassy fuzzy gaze.

"Daddy?" you ask, confused. Jin hasn't heard that name in a little while, not that he's complaining.

"Sweet little puppy, my sweet little pup, are you alright, is it too much?"

Your hand's press and release in the nest. "No just- just hurts- aches, Koo.” Your eyelashes flutter, “Koo makes it better.”

Jungkook is a possessive little thing, hisses and splutters and clings to your front. even as yoongi and namjoon try to get him off of you You squirm looking up at Tae and Yoongi and Jin, the haze cuts for a moment and they recognize your franticness as more than just overstimulation.

"Do you want us to get Jungkook off of you?" Yoongi asks, voice husky. Namjoon holds Jungkook prepared to wrench him off of you if you say so. Jungkook isn't in his right mind, but Yoongi can't help but watch as he sucks like a man starved, throat bobbing with every swallow. His cheeks warm and round-looking. Oh, oh this is-

Yoongi is getting hard. The skin around his new knot tugging. He really really thought that after this morning when you rode him like your life depended on it- that would have been that.

You nod then shake your head. "Want Mommy to choose- want Tae-tae."

Namjoon uses the hand in Jungkook’s hair to pick him up off of you for a second. Jin has to pinch the back of his neck to get his teeth to release. Your nipple is pink and bitten when his mouth finally leaves you.

They watch for a second, but it barely takes a moment before the milk is back, dribbling out, trailing down the curve of your breast. Jungkook is still half asleep. Shifting downward happily when he realizes the pack don’t mind it if he licks up whats spilled. Bending down to lap up what’s trailed down to your tummy and navel.

Tae's nostrils flare and her eyes are all pupil, dark and brown, and glassy. Yoongi jogs her out of her reverie.

"Tae." he asks, an edge of dominance to his voice that wouldn't have sounded the same yesterday, not before Yoongi had a knot. Yoongi shakes his head, wordlessly. And he sees Tae return to herself, just a little.

You squirm under Jungkook. Upset, lower lip wobbling. "No, I want, want Koo- it- it aches-" Tears bead at the edge of your eyes and Yoongi is not thinking, not truly, when he reaches down to feel.

You whine as Yoongi toys with your chest, fingers rubbing gently over your wet peaks, rolling them until more milk beads. Mesmerized. Slowly at first and then more aggressively, tugging at them until your back arches.

"Tae," Namjoon's voice is stressed, Jimin shuffles up beside her, offering a comforting touch on her shoulder. "Tae" Namjoon repeats, a bit more command in his voice, her gaze jerks up in his direction.

"Yes"

"Can you handle this without going into rut?"

"Yes alpha." Namjoon watches her for a second longer. Judging the haze in her eyes, and then tips his head down. Permission. But Namjoon is nearby, Namjoon is watchful and wont let any of them go too far.

It’s gentle- how the alphas manhandle you, placing you square in Namjoon's lap, reclining there for your mommy to have her turn. He can hold your wrists this way, you want to squirm, need to squirm. The ache is overwhelming. You just want to full feeling to end. Jungkook was so close to making it go away.

“Be still little treasure, sweet sweet pup, let Taetae have what’s hers.”

Jungkook tries to go back. But Tae doesn't let him, muscling him out of the way until she growls and nips. Speaking with snarls and whines and not with words. But Jungkook is but a pup beneath Tae's play wrestling. She's always been stronger than him and after a brief scuffle of push and pull, he whines. Resting his head on your shoulder.

Tae can hardly think through it. Her pup, her sweet little pup, chest swelling from her attention. Was it her sucking that did this? Was it her sucking that tugged your biological impulse until it shifted into real change?

You are so perfect she could cry, she could knot the air with how horny it makes her.

Tae looks at your face, your tears spill down your cheeks and your voice cracks, "Mommy?” you think if Tae checks, if she makes sure that you’re okay, everything will be fine.

Tae lowers herself gently over you, hair tickling your skin, and connects her mouth to your chest.

Tae is immediately gone, milk filling her mouth that tastes like ambrosia, like the heavens made liquid, like home. she grinds her popped knot against the nest as she sucks and sucks and sucks. immune to your squealing. Hand reaching down to paw uncaring of your overstimulation. You're as wet between your legs as you are on your chest. Her brain is a mess of more and more and more.

For a second, Tae's alpha convinces her that she's actually done it, she's actually pupped you. Why else would you be sweetening so much? Why else would you be like this, sweet and swollen on her tongue.

You're getting slick all over the nest again, Tae can feel slick gathering around her wrist, fingers losing their concentration, so focused on getting more milk in her mouth, sucking that she forgets to finger you properly. Your chest is so sensitive you feel like you could scream. Every suck makes you sob in overstimulation.

Above you, Yoongi curses.

Each packmate must have their turn with you, once they all rouse and confusion quickly melts away into downright giddiness. It's dizzying, your eyes are closed half the time, and the other half you're not sure you can make sense of what's infront of you either.

Brain settling into that place where everything feels good, where nothing matters but the pleasure and the soft praises falling from their mouths. Namjoon muscles Tae out of the way for a taste after she's turned slack-jawed and milk-drunk. And his spiky head pressed against your skin makes you feel- makes you-

Obey obey obey. You lose track of what’s happening, but your pack does give you what you want, what your body needs. You don’t have to squirm too much before someone, one of your alpha’s or is it Yoongi? Shuffling between your legs to bury his head in your chest.

Having them feed from you is a flurry of sensations. They bury their faces in your chest, hair tickles skin, stubble pressing. Someone giggles, Tae maybe. She presses a kiss to your button mouth. Eyes furrowed as you cry and cry and cry.

You don’t understand why you’re crying, why you’re overwhelmed. But you don’t need to think too hard about it or anything. Any needs that you do have are taken care of.

The pack always know what you need, that you need to feel steady, held and kept. the second you start to push. They restrain you.

Why would you even need a breeding bench when you have your packmates to keep you still? There are hands holding you down everywhere, your wrists, your ankles. Your knees. You push against their touch just to feel them put you in your place.

And as much as you struggle to admit it, you do feel better, and less tense. Less full. Less like a rubber band poised to snap when they pull back.

You cum like that, fingers in your pussy, mouth around your nipple. You don't know how much you have or how much milk they're taking from you but it's enough to leave the alpha's milk drunk and dopey. Even Jinnie is a little dazed from it when he has his turn.

It shouldn't surprise you that Yoongi is the gentlest, pushing Namjoon away after you've come, kissing him, cursing low at the taste in his mouth.

"Really hyung, your mate, fuck-"

"Fuck." Yoongi agrees. Nosing at your chest before he latches, lips sucking your nipple into his tongue, waiting for that first spark. And oh- oh- drinking from you feels like cuddling. You could call him a sap and you'd be right but there's something so instinctual about it. He knots and you give milk. Round and round your instincts go on the merry-go-round until both of you get off.

Who knows maybe your body stopped and waited to make the shift until Yoongi's did.

You only really squirm when Jin guides Hoseok down. He's blushy and tries to pull back, But the pack omega doesn’t take his shyness for an answer without a no. All pups need to eat, all pups need to get their fill. Your milk smells so sweet, so filling. Lifeblood and love and satisfaction made sustenance. Your body wouldn’t be milking up so nicely if it wasn’t for your alpha’s. They should taste the result of their efforts.

Hoseok only lets himself take one mouthful, shivers rising up and down his body before he moves aside and lets Jimin have a taste.

Jimin- who almost immediately tries to bite and snarl. Nipping at your skin when tae jerks him away from you by his hair maw open. He's barely had a sit but that's enough for Jimin to turn feral. Immediately straining, immediately pulled in your direction. A dark purple bruise is already forming around your nipple. Too rough, Jin fusses, pulling a blanket over to you, building a nest around your body.

"No Jiminie- bad!"

Namjoon takes Jimin from Tae. The alpha snarls and splutters but whines when Namjoon snaps at his throat.

You are not lucid, not really. Eyes closed and reaching for your packmates. Someone touches you, hands frantically checking your body- but you want to tell them that Jiminie really- he just got a little teethie. It's okay. You're fine!

Tae bends to kiss it better. They guard you while the sound of snarls sound from the other side of the nest. Namjoon dealing with Jimin. They guard you. Their sweet milky pup, who could possibly be more precious?

After Yoongi has another turn, you decide dimly that it's a good thing, your body moving the edge of its tolerance and doing this. Lactating. Swelling with milk. Maybe it's because it's been so long since you've gone into heat.

After a few minutes, the bellies of your pack are warm nourished, and full. It’s okay, you can sit here like this, open and still for each of them to take a taste. Sucking your nipples pink and puffy.

“Is it permanent?” Jungkook slurs when he’s woken up a bit, yawning until his jaw pops, milk-drunk and sleepy. Nuzzling into your shoulder while Jimin gives you so much attention that you’re squirming (this time wearing Namjoon’s collar since someone needed to hold onto him and keep him from biting).

His ass glows where he sprawls and every time he so much as threatens to growl Namjoon leans over and pinches his sore behind. A warning that everything, all that sweet sweet milk in his tummy. Belongs to Alpha. Jimin can only have it if he's good.

“Is it gonna be like this all the time?"

There is a computer-cracking light on the edge of the nest, a square of light that Namjoon clicks through. Licking his lips again, although your milk no longer coats them. He brought it out earlier when Jin had questions about Yoongi, but now he’s glad to have close access to it.

“It’s fairly common with female omega’s, something about the extra glands and phantom pregnancies.” Namjoon’s voice has gone from hoarse to strong. Your milk on his throat.

Namjoon looks at you, then blushes and looks away.

You don’t know if you’ve ever made Namjoon blush like that. You still lay prone, blinking up at Tae. Wordless. Your brain is small under the feeling of so much attention. A tension in you is released easily. 

Jin gets up from the nest, so quick that he goes dizzy, he’s wearing boxers now, boxers, and a big shirt. Jin too had tasted you. A few swallows. Good, it tasted so good. But your head lolls in the nest to the side, letting out little shallow breaths as Jimin sucks at your chest, your other breast still swollen looking.

Oh, Jin's little pup. You're being so good.

Jin’s instincts bear down on him. An impressive weight that makes him buckle. “I need to go cook something. If everyone's going to eat but her- that’s- I-” Jin huffs and makes to leave the nest in a huff. determined and not the least bit wobbly.

Hoseok trails after. Lips glossy from milk, too flushed to think straight, tripping on the edge of the nest and hitting the door on the way out. Embarrassed a little- but then again everyone is paying attention to you so it goes without teasing.

Huh, the pack omega is leaving the nest. Does that mean the heat is over?

No not quite, you and Jungkook still burn with fever. It's just Jin's heat that's ended. Who knows, maybe one sip of your milk had his body reacting, reassuring him that the work is done, at least one omega got pupped during this heat (you certainly did not get pupped, the contraceptive did its duty, but your confused body has Jin's confused as well).

Although you squirmed initially, the fact of the matter is that once everyone's had a sip, your nipple sucked hard and glossy- it’s a little hard not to need it. The release of pressure, the tension. Your body makes more the more they suck.

You try to enjoy breakfast once Jin's made it, feeling warm and sleepy, bites fed to your mouth. Chewing and swallowing obediently. But it’s hard, you’re so tired. Unable to hold yourself up no matter how much they try and get you to. Limp propped against Yoongi's chest, Namjoon's, your body so heavy and so tired and now sore the second someone stops sucking.

No sooner has Yoongi slipped one of Hoseok’s shirts over your head than has wetness started to gather at the front and an uncomfortable pressure began to build. They give up and take it off because Tae is eyeing you hungrily and really. Your whines of displeasure and teary eyes are too much for them to handle. Simultaneously denied and overstimulated.

Tae sets you back against Jimin’s chest, the alpha holding around your middle. She may have had one sip earlier but now that they’ve established that yes feeding from you is something you need she’s going to hog you.

She ducks low, kissing your nose, your lips, your chin before she buries her head where you’re softest.

“Mommy mommy please.” You whine as she teases, using just her lips to mouth there, waiting until milk beads, sensitive, slip down your skin to lap it all up.

“Oh little pup, don’t want to let any go to waste? We can’t have that. You’re so sweet like this. How good you are- how lucky we are. Alpha’s fucked you so good you can’t help but milk up huh? Wanted a pup so bad that your body caught on before a pup did huh? How cute. Aren’t we so lucky Minnie?”

“So lucky,” Jimin groans, holding around your middle, hands pressed to your stomach. Slipping lower as Tae sucks.

There is some hushed whispering, a rustle of bed sheets, you blink up at the ceiling, and then a vibration sounds, and you let out a broken, “oh.” as it starts.

You turn, look, and Yoongi grins, tears bead at the corner of your eyes, but it’s hard not to rock up into it. You remember- the alphas putting a collection of vibrators and knots and dildos on the edge of the nest, in case they needed them. But it's a good reward now, an easy orgasm that hits you warm.

Your body is hungry for pleasure, endlessly hungry for it in heat. Tae laps up the center of your chest while she switches from tit to tit, both milk and sweat. Feral as she does it, a look down at her says her eyes are dark, teeth sharp.

But she’s so careful, so gentle as she sucks. Yoongi turns the vibration up higher, and you jerk, or try to. Sandwich in on all sides. Surrounded by them, carried to the precipice of pleasure by the vibrator pressed to your clit, keeping you pinned there beneath the waves of pleasure. So much. Too much. Your body is so sensitive from the last three days of this. You can’t possibly handle it.

“Can’t cum again, can’t Mommy, too- too little. Too much.” You babble, but Tae tuts. Pulling off of you, a bead of milk on her pink lips.

“Good pups cum as many times as their Mommy wants them to, come on pup, make a mess all over Mommy’s dress for me."

You obey her with a broken whimper.

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notes:

namjoon is so fucking horny when he's talking about yoongi's knot and i lowkey love it, how kinda like- obviously guided by hornyness he is.

also it is 1000% the mating mark that's making yoongi have a knot like- his biology is all fucked up because beta's aren't supposed to mate, the hormones in his body that keep him neutral are being kinda 'adjusted' by the m/c's slick and mark and hormones.

me 🤝 the m/c, wanting to bite yoongi's nose.

i really wanted the scene with yoongi and the m/c to kinda be like- a final opus and like super intense, how did i do?

i struggled with writing some of the dialogue in this initially- which is so /not/ how writing usually goes for me, usually the dialogue is very easy to me but i worry that i'm getting a bit repetitive with my kinks.

honestly why do i feel the need to make the smut poetic like??? is this only for me or is this a thing???? "Yoongi fucks the same way he talks, sweet but firm. he cums that way too. Warm and slow. You feel every syllable and every drop." like thats so pretty.

the m/c bites tae because she's making yoongi overwhelmed and that's the m/cs job 😠.

okay but the reason why i describe yoongi as breathing heavy is because i personally may have...stumbled uppon a audio of his breathes and him breathing heavy and fuck if that isn't hot.

part of yoongi's smutt scene was inspired by badoobee's 'real man' so yeah, i don't really really really like the message of her song, but it is sexy so 🤷‍♀️

yoongi with the life fucked out of him: 😵‍💫 mc: i did a good job 🥰 honestly though in my mind he has trouble being in the same room as her after she litterally rides him until he can't cum anymore.

honestly jk and her holding hands while they're both getting fucked is such a cute image like fuck i love them so much. i love this version of jungkook so much- i'll always be happy with his charecter in bily.

dang, i really did make jungkook's parts super super horny.

i feel like everyone who reads this should know it's completely possible to make yourself lactate just from nipple stimulation like- even if you're male. lowkey when am i going to write a normal non-abo total power exchange fic with cisswap taegi turning the m/c into their little milksub, and they decide (because the m/c's mommies know best) that they'll put her through a sucking schedule to see if they can make her chest turn milky as an experiment! only to offer her milk up to all their friends ie the rest of bts, bonus points if she starts leaking when they're at a normal friend gathering and it turns into everyone trying it.

Similarly to how yoongi always pops a knot after this, i think the m/c also lactates through every heat after this. and then one day in the distant future after one heat it just...doesn't stop. And the pack realize it's a sign that she actually /does/ want to be knocked up or at least her inner omega has decided she's ready to actually be bred.

is this self indulgent? yes. do i care? no.

even i have to admit that i'm a little bit tired of writing smutt at this point tbh...but luckily we have just one chapter after this with smutt! and it's mostly aftercare and a lovely little spanking scene <3

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Omg Carina hi!!! Congrats on 2k!!! It’s 🧸 anon here (she/her) and you’re so cool for doing this event for us🫶🏻

Like you I’m also studying, last year of nursing if it matters lol, so I completely forgot to check if you answered my request and I just now saw that you did so I’m gonna go read it now! I’m so excited to get my Carina fix🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

I’ll add to the celebration - comment on “You occupy my every thought”? Don’t have anything specific I’m just such a sucker for sunshine/grumpy tropes hehe

Also if you’d like maybe comment on the 14k Remus fic? I forgot its name I’m so sorry but the way you wrote Remus made my heart swoon and it was the first ever fic I read of yours so it’s kind of sentimental too🙃

Side note thank you for sharing so much of your personal life with us it makes me personally feel really connected to the writer and it makes sense why your writing really is poetry🥰 again thank you!!

hi my darling! no, thank YOU for participating in my event<33 and for actually enjoying my yapping lmao, i appreciate you sm! last year of nursing is roughhhh, so feel free to just drop by whenever you're free. my blog will always be here for when you need it 🫂 now, i have already more or less commented on "you occupy my every thought" with these headcanons, but i would love to do the remus one!

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i will COMMENT on "It's Nice To Have A Friend" with remus lupin

carina's 2k celebration

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In this fic, you're Remus' childhood best friend, his favourite person on the planet, and your romance reads very much like two people who are perfectly intertwined and destined for each other

So, after the fic fades to black, I can't really see anything but an endgame fairytale ending

Remus writing home to Hope and Lyall, who have known you since you were a kid and befriended Remus despite his obvious differences:

Dear Mam and Tad,

This may not come as a surprise to you – as it seems it has not been for anyone but me – but if it does, I sincerely hope it is a pleasant one.

I am writing to let you know that Y/N and I's friendship has officially become something more and I am happy to call her my partner.

You remained attached at each other's side for the precious few months you had left at Hogwarts – this time without a spec of anxiety or guilt

I will say, it took a while for you to school all guilt out of Remus though, as his former guilt for daring fall in love with you occasionally transformed into guilt for "letting you love a halfbreed"

But you did what you did best – you kissed it away

You were far from above cradling Remus in your arms until he melted into you, whispering sweet nothings into his hairline

There was a lot of:

"I have loved you unequivocally more or less my whole life, cariad. I am not about to change that now."

"Would you love me any less if I changed? If I became a lycanthrope or a vampire or sick or poor?" "You know I wouldn't."

"Shhh, none of that. None of that, my sweet boy."

"You're just Remus to me."

Because of his particular situation, Remus had to become closer with certain members of Hogwarts staff than most other students would – particularly Pomfrey, Dumbledore and McGonagall

And I believe all of them would often share looks at how obvious the love blooming between these young students was

I have always had a particular moment in mind for when Pomfrey first noticed your connection in second year

It was the first time Remus got injured enough during a full moon to stay at the infirmary overnight, at a time where none of his dormmates knew

You, on the other hand...

Pomfrey opened the door to her office chambers right by the entrance to the infirmary at the frantic knocking. A sigh was already brewing on her lips at whatever piece of work must be waiting for her outside the wooden door this early.

She flung it open only to nearly hit your reddened, almost teary face.

"Madam Pomfrey," you squeaked in that youngin voice it seems all students spouted at that age. "Is Remus here?"

The concern was evident on your face, etched into your every furrow that were much deeper than a child should have. "I'm afraid I cannot answer that, Miss L/N," she said, not without sympathy. Patient confidentiality and all.

"Please," you whispered. "I know he's here, it was a full moon. Please can I go see him."

Unable to do anything else in the face of such youthful misery, and having heard in passing from Dumbledore before that "the Ravenclaw girl knows", she merely gestured in the direction of Remus' overnight bed.

A "thank you!" had barely made it past your lips before you walked away so quickly it could rival someone running – a loophole you had already found to the "no running in the halls" rule, surely.

Pomfrey followed to see you fling yourself to the floor beside Remus' bed, not even sparing the time to drag one of the nearby chairs closer to sit more comfortably. Your knees were on the cold floor, your hands scrambling to find his laying limp and bandaged on the white linen, but when you did, your touch turned almost painfully gentle.

"Rem? Remmy, cariad, it's me. Hi, hi, it's me." Your voice was soft, a gentle waking of the boy who should technically still be sleeping. It was clear you couldn't help yourself.

Remus' heavy eyelids fluttered open and the look in them once they found you, soft and at home, a stark contrast to how she found him the night before, struck Pomfrey right in the chest.

Oh, she had thought. This is going to be one of the lovestories I remember.

Thus, when she saw you two walking hand in hand as you passed the infirmary one of the last month of your 7th year, smiling widely and waving at her, she felt nothing short of contentment and warmth

Finally

Similarly with McGonagall and Dumbledore:

At the end of breakfast, there was nothing left to do but discreetly watch the students as they began preparing for the rest of their days, gaining an overview of what the dynamics were like at the moment and if they were all alright.

McGonagall's eyes were gliding over the Gryffindor table, not at all deterred by the splotch of blue that represented you in the midst of Potter and Co. She had grown more than used to you as an honorary member.

What did catch her attention, though, was when you got up and out of your seat, hoisting your bag over your shoulder to head off to a class you didn't share with the rest of them – right before you left, Remus caught your hand and pulled you down to him for a sweet kiss.

Not the forehead kisses she had seen before, not to the hand. No, he was smiling against your lips.

She arched an amused brow at the scene, glancing sideways to look at Dumbledore who was smiling into his plate.

"Yes," he said simply. "I saw."

She had to hide her smile behind her glass as she brought it up to drink. A silent toast.

All three of them would be invited to the wedding – which I don't think would be too far off after graduation

I imagine you got married the same year as Marlene and Dorcas; a big year of love for your friendgroup

Make no mistake, Sirius would be officiating it

This moment is definitely referenced in Remus' vows to you during the wedding:

“Should I ask you formally to be my girlfriend, or are we just skipping straight to marriage?” he whispered against your lips.

Remus felt almost wolfish when you barked a loud laugh, throwing your head back and tightening your hold on him instinctively. “I think girlfriend’s enough for now, yeah cariad?”

“If you insist.” He kissed you through his grin, realising that this was all he wanted to do now.

"I suggested it already the first day we became official, and even that was too late – I have always been yours and it is my utmost honour to have you always be mine."

Not a single dry eye in the room

James would specifically be crying into Hope's arms

Which Sirius would laugh at until he was a few more drinks in, at which point he would do the same with Effie

(Lily took pictures of both instances with her muggle camera, and they were some of the first in the wedding album)

Should there be an Order of the Phoenix (with a happy ending for all), you and Remus would act as the parental couple beside James, Sirius and Lily

And if you eventually make Remus secure enough in himself and his lycanthropy that he would dare have some puppies? Well, the more the merrier with this lot

The cheesiest, loveliest happily ever after you could desire 🤍

[sailornymph]

‘JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY’

naruto dilfs with a younger s/o ii

cw : nsfw, exhibitionism, jealousy, dry humping, age gap, etc.

a/n : my schedule has been extremely tight, i am a nursing student and i work, plus, i am just getting past a snow storm, but i am off today, so i am trying to get everything out.

mostly jealousy themed short pieces since i love them

♡ kakashi hatake

awkwardly standing in front of the academy, you regretted not changing out of the revealing clothing. the slits in your skirt and top, felt too provocative, to be standing in front of a school. to make matters worse, you were getting glares from the parents and googly eyes from the shinobi.

“you look a bit lost, how can i help you miss?” the ninja with a scar across his nose asked.

“i am looking for kakashi hatake”

“he is away at the moment, but he should be back in the next fifteen to twenty minutes, i believe he went to get his students, you’re free to stick around if you’d like,” he offered.

“i will, thank you”

“would you like to come inside, your appearance is attracting a crowd,” he chuckled. nodding, you followed him inside, as he made small talk.

“you three did well today,” kakashi said, walking behind naruto, sasuke, and sakura.

“oi, kakashi, who’s the pretty lady asking about your whereabouts?” asuma called out, as he approached.

“hm? pretty lady?”

“she came to the academy with a small bag, asking for you-

“you three are free to go,” kakashi interrupted, walking in the direction of the academy.

“not a chance, i want to see this pretty lady,” naruto smirked.

“you don't think it was that bookstore owner, miss y/n?” sakura asked.

“no, a woman like her would never want someone like kakashi sensei,” naruto blurted out.

“we’ll have to follow him to see,” sasuke said, already following kakashi.

entering the academy, his eyes widened, seeing you cover your mouth, laughing at whatever iruka was saying. as much as he respected the shinobi, he couldn't deny the jealousy beginning to rise.

“kakashi,” iruka said, glancing over, making you turn.

“kakashi, iruka was only keeping me company, while i waited for you,” you said, bashfully glancing at the chūnin. reaching for your forearm, kakashi led you away, just as team seven entered.

“did you see that? it was y/n,” naruto gasped.

“i knew it, she was blushing and kept looking at him, last time we saw her,” sakura said.

“iruka sensei, what is y/n doing with kakashi sensei?” naruto asked.

“i have no idea, it is better that we mind our business, let's go, you three,” he said, leading them out of the building.

“what are you doing here, what did i tell you?” kakashi asked, as the two of you walked along the empty hallway.

“i know, but you were in such a rush this morning, you forgot your things-

“we remain a secret for your safety, not mine, showing up was careless and why were you being so casual with iruka?”

“he was only being nice to me, we’re close in age, so we have a few things in common,” you mumbled, holding the bag close to your chest.

“right,” he said, rolling his eyes, stopping to lean against the wall.

“i didn't come here to put you on the spot, to cause a scene, or catch anyone’s attention. i was worried that you wouldn't have anything to eat, and you left these, i thought you would need them,” you shoved the bag into his arms. looking inside, he saw that he had left his lunch and weapons pouch. it slipped his mind to bring them, knowing that team seven wouldn't have any real missions today — it was he, who was being careless.

“also, maybe we shouldn't see each other if i cause you so much trouble,” you said, your voice cracking, making his stomach churn.

turning to storm away, he reached for your arm, swiftly pulling you into his chest, hugging you.

“i didn't mean to be brash with you,” he said.

“but you were”

“i don't want to stop seeing you, please,” he said, softly, as he stared into your eyes. you stared at each other for what felt like forever, before you were standing on your toes, pulling down his mask, your lips connecting with his.

moaning into the kiss, he wrapped his arms around your waist, opening the staff-only restroom, pulling you inside, and leaving the small bag outside. locking the door, he hungrily kissed your lips, his hands exploring all over your body.

“you hurt my feelings,” you said, breathlessly, as he kissed your neck, lifting you onto the sink.

“allow me to make up for my mistake,” he groaned, as you squeezed the print of his cock.

“you're so hard, why is that?”

“this tiny two piece,” he admitted, reaching to squeeze your ass.

“yeah?”

“why don't you apologize with your mouth first, and we will see about your friend,” you said, staring into his eyes.

picking you up as if you were a feather, he placed your legs onto his shoulder, sliding the skirt up, and moving your thong over, his face going straight into your cunt.

“oh my g-just like that,” you moaned, as his tongue explored your pussy. so wet for him already, he could feel his cock stiffening in his pants, as your fingers made their way to his hair. unbuttoning his pants, he stroked himself, his precum dripping from his tip.

“your tongue is amazing,” you slurred, looking down at the sight. he was nose deep, licking your pussy as if it were his last meal.

“fuck me,” you continued, holding onto him as he lowered you from his shoulders. your legs went around his waist, your hands around his neck, while he aligned with your entrance.

"i love you," he whispered, as his cock slid smoothly into your creaming cunt.

gasping in pleasure, you were silenced by his tongue going into your mouth. bouncing you in the air, your low moans were drowned out by his grunting.

"you're fucking me so good," you whimpered to him, feeling yourself unraveling.

"irelease all over me," he encouraged you, as you began clinching around him repeatedly.

breathing ruggedly, you nodded earnestly, trying to concentrate, as the knot tugged in your abdomen yearning to be released.

"i'm close," you cried out, the sound of your skin slapping filled the restroom before your face was buried in his shoulder, as you moaned. your body visibly vibrated a few times, as he came inside, before you pulled away, looking at him.

smiling softly, he kissed your lips as he pulled out, slowly letting your sandals touch the floor. holding your waist, he leaned down, kissing you a few more times, before he pulled away, allowing you both to fix yourselves.

“i apologize for how i spoke to you,” he said, kissing your hand, shaking his head.

“i suppose i could forgive you this once, you did ask me to not come to the academy,” you told him.

“it is alright, thank you for being so helpful,” he told you, opening the door, allowing you to exit first.

“yeah, but it’s pointless, you're done for the day and your lunch is cold now,” you pouted, picking up the bag, but kakashi simply took it from you.

“i will still be eating this, i haven’t eaten all day”

“are you sure?”

“the temperature won’t take away the flavor,” he said, lifting his mask over his mouth. reaching to hold your hand, he began to walk you out of the school.

“i don’t like the way iruka was staring at you”

“it doesn’t matter how he stared, you’re the only shinobi i want”

“there they go,”naruto yelled, catching the attention of sakura and sasuke.

“kakashi sensei, are you-are you and miss y/n together?” sakura asked, blushing at the two of you holding hands.

“but you're holding hands”

“friends hold hands, don't they?” you asked her.

“miss y/n is a very, very special friend of mine, but excuse me, i will be walking her home”

“could i please join the next book club meeting-

“no naruto, i will see you three tomorrow morning,” he said, ignoring them, as he focused on you and getting you home.

♡ jiraiya

“you’ve done well, once again, y/n, and to finish two days sooner than what was expected, becoming a jonin was fitting for you,” kurenai told you, as you walked alongside her, entering the hidden leaf.

“thank you,” you said, smiling at her praise.

“excuse me, are you y/n?” a woman said, approaching you.

“yes, why?”

“i wanted to do what was right and confess that i've been seeing jiraiya since you’ve been away,” she said, fidgeting with her fingers, unable to meet your eyes.

“very well,” you said, walking past her.

“you're not angry with me?”

“i need to report to the hokage,” you said, continuing to walk away.

“i wouldn't pay her any mind, you're practically famous now, and i’m sure it’s just their own jealousy, trying to stir drama,” kurenai said, as you nodded, both of you continuing to lord fifth. this was becoming too frequent since everyone found out, thanks to naruto’s loud mouth.

you and jiraiya were supposed to be a secret. until one day, he hadn't told the boy that he wouldn't have any training today and naturally, he showed up to your house, hoping to ask if you had seen him. you had permitted him to walk into your home without knocking in the past and he figured today wouldn't be any different. however, he was quickly filled with disgust at the sound of your moaning, as jiraiya talked you through it.

“oh my god, y/n, are you up there with the pervy sage?” he screamed, running out of the house.

your heart dropped, as you quickly rushed to get dressed, going downstairs, only to find naruto outside, clearly traumatized.

“naruto,” you called out, approaching him.

“please tell me you weren't- that wasn't-

“geez kid,” jiraiya said, coming down the stairs. again, the horrified expression appeared on his face.

“y/n, you're with that old perv?” he asked loudly.

“please keep your voice down, others will hear,” you told him. however, it was too late, many had heard him and the rumors spread.

since then, for the last few weeks, random girls have approached you, telling you things like jiraiya has flirted with them, he stalks them and writes them love letters. you hadn't confronted him, but you were growing tired of it. whether it was true or not.

reporting to tsunade, you could hardly focus, as she congratulated you, paying you for your completed mission. you didn't want to go home, not when there was a chance jiraiya would stop there when he found out that you were back. instead, you went to one of your favorite restaurants, ordering ramen and a bottle of sake.

“i couldn't help but notice you when you came in, could i join you?” the man asked, making you face him. he was cute, not your type, but enough to get your mind off of what you had been thinking of.

“sure,” you smirked, watching as he sat down.

together, you sat with the handsome man known as matsune. the sun had completely gone down the moon covering the sky, as the two of you finally left the restaurant.

“thank you for keep me company,” you bit your lip.

“it was nothing-

“y/n, there you are, kakashi said that you returned nearly four hours ago, i've been looking for you-who is this?” he stopped, noticing the man standing too close for his liking.

“you know this man, y/n?

“i do, he's a pervy old sage,” you said.

“i see. sir, stay away from y/n, or i’ll have to-

before he could finish, jiraiya punched him, watching as he flew into the small business concession stand. turning to face him, before you could open your mouth, he swiftly picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder. you attempted to break free, but his hold was firm, as he carried you, stopping once in front of your house. as soon as your feet were on the ground, he pressed his hands on the sides of your head.

“what was that about? who was that guy?” he asked, frowning, as he towered over you.

“you have some nerve”

“do i now?”

“yes, every time i’m away, you're being a pervert, am i not enough? answer me,” you said angrily, trying to shove him backwards, but he didn't budge an inch.

“what are you talking about?”

“i’m not in the mood, jiraiya-

“neither am i, you’re saying things i don’t understand, after i just caught you all cozied up with another man,” he said.

“you didn’t catch me, i sensed your presence,” you said, turning your nose up to him.

“i want your things out of my house,” you continued, turning around, unlocking the door, letting him in, as he shut the door behind himself.

as you began to walk to your kitchen, he stopped you, holding your waist, spinning you around to face him, before lifting you up.

“jiraiya, put me down”

“i have no idea what you’re talking about, it feels like you’re deflecting from what just happened, we need to talk about this”

“do not talk to me like i am a child, now put me down,” you said, angrily.

“i love you too much to end things like this, it doesn’t make sense,” he said, as he began kissing your neck.

“jir-ugh, p-put me down,” you moaned, but he simply moved to your mouth, kissing your lips. instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist.

untying your headband, you tossed it across the room, while he reached for your bag, dropping it to the floor. lifting your dress, he ripped your panties with ease. as his fingers touched your pussy, your back arched.

“i love you, my pretty jonin,” he whispered, massaging your clit.

“no you don’t, liar,” you moaned.

“i do, i would do anything for you, but i can’t leave you, not over this…confusion,” he said, teasing your hole with a finger.

“fuck,” you hissed, your face going to his shoulder.

“these she goes, let it out, princess,” he said, slapping your ass, before pushing his finger deeper.

“add another,” you moaned, opening your mouth as another thick finger slipped into your wet pussy.

“just perfect”

“kami,” you whined, as he walked to sit on the sofa.

“she’s still so tight,” he said, as your juices coated his fingers.

“i need your cock,” you moaned, impatiently, as he began to unbutton his pants.

pumping himself a few times, you were already leading his tip to your cunt. holding your hips, he pushed you down onto his shaft. both of you moaning out, your hands going to his shoulders.

“can’t you feel you how much i love you,” he groaned, lightly squeezing your hips.

lifting you, before bringing you back down, the sound of skin clapping quickly filled the room. he was fucking you as if he’d never see you again. his muscles flexed as he moaned shamelessly, praising and thanking you and your pussy for being so perfect for him.

you were unable to speak, moaning and whining as he fucked you, even after cumming, he kept going. he cock plunging in and out, until he finally came, filling up your walls.

“i hate you,” you said, tiredly, laying your head on his shoulder.

“no you don’t,” he said, picking you up, and carrying you upstairs.

“since i laid my eyes on you, the first time we met, you’ve been my muse. you’ve inspired everything i’ve written, there has been no other woman i’ve come across who makes me feel like you do, y/n,” he told you, as you dozed off, falling asleep.

waking up to the sound of knocking, you noticed you had been changed into pajamas. knowing jiraiya, he most likely provided aftercare, when you fell asleep. trying to get up, you had to pry his hands from off of you, before going downstairs. opening the door, you were surprised to see kurenai.

“hey,” you said, tiredly.

“morning, y/n, i found out something you should hear,” she told you.

“okay,” you nodded, stepping outside, shutting the door behind yourself. explaining to you the situation that she and asuma discovered late last night, your heart was on the floor.

“so jiraiya didn’t cheat?”

“no, so far it’s a group of them, fans if you will, they are in love with you and want you to themselves, so they’ve been trying to sabotage your relationship,” she said, as the guilt made its way to your chest.

“i see, thank you, kurenai,” you told her, as she nodded, leaving.

making your way inside, your heart was pounding as you walked upstairs. climbing under the blanket, you scooted close to jiraiya, wrapping your arms around him. groaning, he pulled you close, kissing your forehead.

“i'm sorry for what i did and said to you, i love you so much,” you whispered.

“i know, princess,” he said, tiredly.

“i don't you to leav—

“i'm not leaving you, get some rest, we’ll talk when i’m up, okay?” he said, lightly squeezing your ass.

“okay,” you smiled, laying your face on his chest.

♡ hashirama senju

“only those who’ve passed, earning the title of genin, will be granted the privilege of having one of our finest shinobi as your teacher, to begin your training. the rest of you will be ordinary students, but there is no need to feel down, you can try again in six months,” hashirama smiled brightly at the children and their parents. many of them clapping and cheering in excitement.

rolling your eyes, you turned away from the crowd, crossing your arms. to many, you were uninterested, the beautiful shinobi, forced to give up your career, due to the hokage’s orders. while this may have been true, you would be a liar to deny the fact that you were jealous of the hokage’s wife, who stood next to him — while you remained his secret.

“class will begin in a week, you all will be finding out who your teachers or classmates are then, good luck to you all, and again, thank you for coming out,” tobirama spoke this time.

when you were sure everyone was done talking, you were the first to walk away. this was childish of you, you knew he'd lightly scold you later, but you couldn't help it. to have spent nearly the entire night with him, just for him to not even meet your glance once today. you were beginning to question everything, you had plenty of options, and yet you were throwing them all away to be hashirama’s plaything.

“y/n,” hearing someone calling your name, you turned, surprised to see izuna approaching.

“izuna,” you acknowledged him.

“could i talk to you for a second?” he asked, as you made eye contact with madara, who was approaching.

“of course,” you nodded.

“as you know all of the uchiha children were accepted into the academy and a few of our most gifted will have a teacher training them to move up in rank-

“you’re stronger than your counterparts, if i am not mistaken, you completed the most s-rank missions before hashirama ordered you to work alongside these…teachers,” madara said, examining you.

“that may be true, but you can trust that all of the teachers will protect every students-

“no, that’s not what we’re worried about, two of those men teaching alongside you are a part of the senju clan, and we do not need senju trying to teach uchiha children,” madara interrupted.

“he’s asking, despite how rude he sounds. we don’t ask for favors often, but i figured it was worth a try since you’re a friend,” izuna said, embarrassed by madara’s straight to the point nature.

“you’re the strongest teacher and hashirama seems to have a soft spot for you, so we would prefer if you picked up our gifted students, it’s three of them,” madara continued.

“i can see what i can do but, i am not educated on the sha-?”

“sharingan,” izuna finished, nodding his head.

“izuna will educate you on what you need to know, and how you can teach them, anything else about it, leave to our clan to take care of,” madara told you.

“okay,” you nodded in agreement.

“join us for dinner, you can meet the children and parents then,” madara said.

“you have to stop with the tone, i’m not sure if you’re asking or telling me, but sure, i’ll come,” you said, when suddenly, izuna snickered, and madara chuckled.

“i think everyone will like you,” he continued, holding out his hand, as you accepted it to shake, doing the same thing with izuna.

“what is going on here?” hashirama asked, mito close behind him.

“nothing that concerns hashirama senju,” madara said, walking away.

“see you then,” izuna whispered, as he left.

hashirama furrowed his eyebrows at the interaction, before facing you. you attempted to avoid his eyes, bowing before keeping your eyes focused on his cloak instead.

“y/n”

“we were only talking about the school, excuse me, lord first, i must get going,” you bowed again and were gone in a flash.

spending the rest of the evening at home, you eventually got dressed and headed to the uchiha compound for dinner. everyone was lovely, you wished outsiders could see how beautiful and kind this clan truly was. meeting the parents of the gifted students, each of them excited for their children. after the eventful night, you found yourself leaving the compound, madara alongside you.

“i am grateful for your compliance, izuna said that you two were friends, but you don't talk as much as when you were younger,” madara said.

“it's nothing, izuna and i are both very busy, but that doesn't change that he is a great friend,” you shrugged. your mind could've been playing tricks on you, but madara’s gaze lasted longer than usual.

“uchiha don’t intermingle with outsiders, but i am willing to make an exception for you, in more ways than one,” he said, making you grin, and roll your eyes.

“goodnight madara,” you shook your head, waking away. you could feel him watching you. he was reeking of sex appeal, and was very handsome, but you were unfortunately still wrapped around hashirama’s finger.

going home, you sighed in exhaustion, as you unlocked the door. shutting and locking it, just as you turned on the lights, you jumped, recovering quickly. hashirama sat in your living room, staring at you, with a blank expression.

“you were at the uchiha compound, why?” he asked.

“i don't believe that is your business,” you said, as he stood up, slowly approaching you.

“y/n, i am not in the mood for these antics,” he told you sternly.

“and why is that lord first?” you gasped, as he pressed you into his chest, within an instant. when it was just the two of you, you could forget that he was the strongest, the quickest, a god of shinobi to many.

“you're unusually close with them, especially izuna-

“i thought you wanted everyone to embrace the clan,” you said, quickly dropping the smug grin, as his hold tightened.

“yes, but you are mine, and i will not share you with anyone, senju or uchiha,” he told you.

“tch, you're a selfish man, you flaunt your wife for your village to see, ignoring my presence, but crawl in my bed and whine when i give another man the time of day,” you scoff.

“is that what you think? i never can keep my eyes off of you. i am with you, just as much as when i am with mito. you are the first person i recommended when tobirama asked about potential teachers. i love you, and i’ve never hidden that, married or not,” he glared at you.

“yeah, if you say so,” you grumbled.

“you don't think i love you?”

“i said, if you say so”

“do you love me?”

“hashirama, you know the answer-

“say it,” he said, leaning forward to kiss your lips.

“this…is… unnecessary,” you said, in between each kiss, moaning as he moved to your neck.

“say it, for me,” he whispered, reaching to open your kimono, and kissing along your neck.

“i love you too,” you said, breathlessly.

“good girl,” he said, swiftly picking you up, carrying you upstairs. swapping your legs around his waist, you whimpered as he continued placing kisses along your neck.

“what did you talk about this morning with them?” he asked, while you smiled.

“nothing that concerns hashirama senju,” you teased, as he sat on the edge of your bed, tugging at your thin undergarments.

removing your top, you reached for his hands, placing them on your breast. biting your lips, you began grinding your hips. you could feel his bulge, readying to spring free at any moment. moaning lowly, you kissed his lips, as he lightly squeezed your breast.

“my pretty girl,” he encouraged, licking his bottom lip, focused on your hips and the friction you were causing.

“i’m so close, baby,” you moaned, increasing your grinding before your leg began to lightly shake. he held back his grunts, watching as you unraveled before his eyes, holding onto him as you ruined your panties on his kimono.

reaching to pull you even closer, he was surprised when you pulled away, standing up. furrowing his eyebrows, he watched as you removed the kimono, walking back and forth, only wearing panties. you were getting ready for bed and weren’t acknowledging him at all.

“was that all you wanted to do?” he finally spoke up.

“sex doesn't solve the problem always,” you said, crossing your arms, and leaning against the wall. staring into your eyes, he put his head down.

“i love you both, equally, it doesn’t make it right, but just like i love and provide for her, i have kept my promise and i have done the same thing for you. my marriage doesn’t change my love for you, the things i have in place for you, the way i would die or kill for you and your safety. you may not have noticed, but i saw you this morning. i watched your every move, how you nervously fixed your hair and kimono, your hesitation to be serious or smile, your glances or laughs at our small comments,” he told you.

“what is your point?”

“even after this act is up, you will be my woman. you know where to find me, when you're ready to talk,” he said, standing, beginning to walk away.

“wait,” you said, watching as he stopped, you began to approach him.

“madara and izuna asked that i train the uchiha students who have already been classified as genin,” you continued, your arms wrapped around your body.

“and what of madara’s lustful eyes?”

“you had me followed?” you glared, but his face remained unchanged.

“i’m sure it was nothing but a crush, just like the others, but i was invited to learn about the sharingan and meet the children,” you said, shifting your gaze.

“students are not hand-picked by their teachers, your students are chosen based on-

“they don't want their children taught by a senju, and they figured since you have a soft spot of me, you would allow me to do so, and i agreed,” you said.

“you did what?”

“izuna is a good friend of mine, and he never asks for anything, it was the least i could do,” you said.

“of course, izuna asked, and because he asked, the rules should be changed?” he asked, angrily.

“no, because i’m asking you. the hokage. you can make an exception for me. i don't want to be with izuna and i certainly am not interested in madara uchiha, but i would like to build a connection with other clan members. despite how things seem, i can't help but think of the first hokage. he's such a man, how he speaks to me, how he holds me, takes care of me, fucks me, there isn't another man who could take his place if they wanted,” you said, wrapping your arms around him.

“am i supposed to bend rules just because you asked?”

“please, hashi, for me,” you pouted.

“fine, i’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he sighed.

“wait, come join me in the shower, i’d like to show you something,” you said, reaching for his hand, and leading him into the bathroom.

♡ minato namikaze

“i told you, we should’ve left tomorrow,” mei grumbled, as you walked through the forest.

“we’re almost there, quit your complaining,” you said, trying to pay attention to where you were headed.

“can you even see where we’re going?”

“yes, we’re close, can’t you hear the waterfall close by,” you said.

“i honestly thought it was crickets and frogs,” he said.

“no, we’re close, minato and i came through this way, a few weeks ago,” you said.

“that’s why you insisted that we leave so early, to get back to minato,” he teased.

“you’re the same way with kunari, you hate to be away from him for too long,” you said.

“totally different, i spend time away from my sugarplum, you on the other hand, left this morning and wanted to come back already, to get back to this man,” he snickered.

“i’m sorry, i can’t help it, since moving in with him, i am just enjoying being under him,” you said, your face heating up.

“how was meeting his son and ex-wife?”

“naruto is the sweetest boy ever, he wants to be hokage. kushina is also really nice, we aren’t friends but we’re cordial,” you told him.

“look at you, fitting right in. i still think he’s too old for you, but if you’re happy, then you have my support,” he smiles.

“thank you you, mei, it means a lot,” you cooed.

“miss y/n,” you heard, making you glance over, screaming, but stopping as you noticed kakashi.

“my goodness, kakashi, you scared me,” you laughed.

“my apologies, i was only curious what you were doing so far out, without an escort,” he explained.

“mei and i are returning from a festival, we were supposed to be escorted tomorrow morning, but we decided to leave after our fun,” you told him.

“then i will see to you getting to the hidden leaf safely for the rest of your journey,” he said, looking down.

“that is fine with me, what were you doing out here?”

“catching up on some reading, before it got so dark,” he shrugged.

“oh the icha icha series, you told me about?”

“yes,” he nodded, sheepishly.

kakashi was only a few years younger than you, already a jonin and quite handsome. however, he wasn't your type, he was very mysterious and nonchalant. while you preferred the extroverted chalant men, like minato. he was bold, straightforward, and didn't care about being judged, especially when it came to being expressive.

“kakashi, do you remember my friend, mei?”

“i believe so, he refers to his partner as sugarplum?” he asked, making you snicker.

“yes”

“i see, nice to meet you, mei,” he said, as he began to walk alongside you.

making small talk the rest of the journey, you could actually see minato, as he came from around the corner, speaking with another shinobi. every night, he walked through the village, wishing the villagers a good night, as he passed by.

“have a good night, y/n and mei,” kakashi said, leaving the two of you.

“ugh, did you see how he kept looking over at you, you should give him a chance,” mei said.

“mei, i have minato, and you just said you supported my decision”

“i take it back, why be with him, when you seem to have more in common with kakashi, he's also closer in age”

“he's younger than me,” you crossed your arms.

“by what? three years? that's better than nearly an age difference of ten years”

“it's only eight, mei”

“oh, that's such a difference,” he said, sarcastically.

“he’s cute, but not someone i’m interested in, goodnight, mei,” you said, walking towards where minato stood.

“you're back already, darling,” he smiled, embracing you.

“i seen what i had to see,” you told him, kissing his cheek.

“i’m going to get home to my sugarplum,” mei said.

“would you like to be escorted home, mei?” minato asked.

“that won't be necessary, thank you. y/n, think about what we talked about,” he said, leaving the two of you.

“i can't believe you came back so soon, it hasn't even been an entire day,” minato laughed.

“i missed you, i wish you could've come along,” you pouted.

“maybe next time, hop on,” he said, catching you as you jumped onto his back.

walking home, your conversation consisted of his jokes and your giggles, before he was let you jump onto the ground.

“naruto will be over tomorrow morning,” he told you, unlocking the door, letting you in.

going to the kitchen, you grabbed your container of strawberries and sat at the table. stretching your legs, you moaned at the taste of the sweet fruit. minato soon came into the kitchen, leaning on the counter, as he stared at you.

“your friend, mei, he doesn't seem to like me too much,” he said.

“why do you say that?”

“he frowned when you said my name,” he raised an eyebrow.

“he is convinced that i would be a better match with kakashi, we learned that we have a few things in common, when he escorted us to the village, from the waterfall,” you grumbled.

“would you rather be with kakashi?” he asked, immediately, making you frown.

“absolutely not, he was only suggesting him because he’s close to my age, mei is my friend, but his opinions are nothing more than his opinions,” you said, going to stand up, approaching minato.

“your student is a great young man, but he is not you, and i couldn't care about anyone disliking what we have,” you continued.

“i'm sorry, i get so jealous at the thought of another man taking my place,” he shook his head.

“hey, thank you for communicating how you felt,” you said, kissing his lips.

“you look amazing,” he complimented, kissing your lips again.

hungrily making out with each other, you went to the floor, staring into his blue eyes. unbuckling his pants, you lowered them, taking his cock into your hands. he was a grower, stiffening in your hands, while you got comfortable on your knees.

grabbing a handful of your hair, he caressed your cheek, as his cock slowly sprang up, pointing in your face. kissing his tip, you could taste his precum on your lips.

taking as much as possible, you relaxed your throat, taking him over and over. drool running down your jaw, as you made a small gawk noise.

“so beautiful sucking my cock,” he hummed, smirking at the vibrations from your moans. your hand deep in your panties, rubbing your clit. his breathing becoming heavy, as his cock twitched.

“i’m going to cum, fuck,” he hissed, pulling out, jerking himself off, moaning as his seed squirted on your face. letting out an exhale, he smiled at you, as you giggled, licking his tip, before standing up.

“i feel so much energized than before,” you told him, swiping away a bit of the semen, licking your finger.

“you look so cute with your facial,” he laughed, pulling you close.

“i think i’d like another,” you bat your eyelashes.

“then we better hurry, knowing naruto he will be here just as the sun rises,” he laughed picking you up, carrying you to your shared room.

♡ orochimaru

“i didn't mean to wake you,” you whispered, climbing back into his bed, your hand brushing over orochimaru’s chest.

“did you feed the child?” he asked, clearly agitated from the crying.

“yes, lord orochimaru,” you bit your lip. from your eyes and the way you were pushed against him, he figured this was your nonverbal way of asking to be fucked — however he had no intention of giving in to your wishes. he didn’t need you, sexually or emotionally, your role was to care for the heir you managed to give him and nothing more. at least these were things that he tried to convince himself to believe, despite, the secret attachment he had grown to have for you.

the way you excitedly included him in every step of the pregnancy, beyond his testing. waddling to him, as he returned from missions to give him updates, begging that he touched your stomach when the baby kicked. asking his opinion about the fetus and even how kabuto informed him that you asked to learn medical ninjutsu, your reason being that you wanted to be more useful to him. perhaps that's why he became so lenient, allowing you to sleep in bed with him.

“must you be such a nuisance,” he said, abruptly sitting up, shrugging you off.

“my apolog-

“i don't care about your apology, find something to do with yourself,” he said, sounding more like your parent than a partner, could this even be considered a partnership? you were the mother of his newborn son, it didn't seem to be more than that anymore.

“yes, my lord,” you nodded, rubbing your arms as he went into the bathroom, slamming the door.

six months, it had already been six months since giving birth and you were on your best behavior, yet he still wouldn't touch you. you occasionally caught him watching as you breastfed the infant, but he wouldn't speak. he’d allow you in his bed, but too much moving or touching him led to a threat or two. you had trained as hard as possible, trying to maintain your glow previous to your pregnancy. all you wanted was to be touched, to be looked upon in admiration, lust, anything, as long as he finally looked at you.

“lord orochimaru,” kabuto knocked on the bedroom door, before opening it, just as the bathroom door opened.

“the boy you spoke of, they have found him,” kabuto said, making his lord smirk. another vessel.

“we will leave shortly,” he said, as kabuto nodded, leaving the room, hardly sparing you a glance.

“will mamushi have any tests today?” you hesitantly asked, noticing him roll his eyes. you insisted on the nickname for the boy, due to him taking all of orochimaru’s snake-like features.

“when i return,” was all he said, satisfied when you nodded, standing to leave his room.

going to the newborn’s room, you sat beside his bassinet, watching in adoration. the only trait he had from you was your hair color and smile, the rest was orochimaru, but that didn’t change your love for him. there had been plenty of nights that you came into his room and you’d watch him sleep, amazed that you could help create such a beautiful baby.

“where is lord orochimaru?” karin stopped, as she passed by, backing up into the doorway of the room.

“he may have already left, kabuto said his next vessel has been found,” you said boredly, playing with the ribbon you had weaved into the bassinet.

“i see…are you alright?” the girl asked, making you turn to face her. you weren't necessarily close with any of his students, but the two of you found yourselves making conversation amongst each other often.

“i will be,” you smiled.

“how about i watch mamushi while you take a break, lord orochimaru most likely will not return until later today,” she offered.

“are you sure?”

“yes, go on, find something to do,” she waved you off. what could you do, maybe visit the said sound village? you had only been once when you were first brought to orochimaru, and while he acted like he couldn't stand you, what he hated more was other men looking at you — meaning the furthest you had been since then was outside of his main headquarters.

“thank you so much,” you told her, going off to your room. changing from out of your grey kimono, you found the soft purple kimono, gifted to you from your late mother and the matching hairpin.

waving bye to karin, you made your way out of the headquarters, towards the village. the walk was longer than anticipated, after getting lost a few times, but you soon found your way into the village. you had been told how everything was a cover-up, everyone even the store owners, were soldiers of orochimaru. immediately you noticed two things, one, the men-to-women ratio was substantially different and two, you stood out like a sore thumb.

passing the few stores and small restaurants, you bit back your smile noticing the hot spring. you hadn't been to a hot spring in nearly two years. entering the lobby, you reached for your wallet, when a shinobi spoke up.

“i will pay the beautiful woman’s fee as well,” he said, handing over extra money before you could refuse.

“thank you so much,” you bowed, taking notice of the other men staring at you. you usually weren't attention-driven, but after going almost an entire pregnancy and an additional six months with no attention or affection, other than directions of what to do with your child, you felt deprived and were taking in every second of the attention you were getting.

“this way, ma'am,” the woman said, leading you to the women's section and locker room. changing into the white towel, you made your way to the warm water. you could feel their eyes, yet you couldn't see them.

“he should be up in a few hours, my lord,” kabuto said, approaching the large window. the northern headquarters, directly above the city, allowing the perfect view of the citizens.

“very well-

“my lord, i think you would want to come see this,” kabuto said, backing away, allowing orochimaru to approach the window.

“what am i looking at?”

“the hot springs, my lord”

searching for a moment, he stopped as his eyes landed on the establishment. he never realized the hot springs could be seen from this view — he furrowed his eyebrows as he noticed you. what were you doing here? who was with his son?

the women’s hot spring surrounded by shinobi, peeping and he knew that you could sense them, after all of your training. clenching his jaw, he watched as you held the towel close to your body, before undoing it, letting it fall to the ground.

“bring the boy to me, when he is finally awake”

the flask in his hand shattering, from how hard he was squeezing it. your hips switched, as you made your way to the water, your mouth movements let him know that you released a moan. laying your head back, you closed your eyes. he felt blinded by rage, as his feet moved on their own. perhaps if his men had been away on missions, he wouldn't have made a big deal — but to intentionally flaunt your body to these men, when you were his, your hair, your breast, your womb, your pussy — all his. it didn't matter to him, even if he hadn't touched you in years, there was no man worthy to lust after the same woman he bedded.

he was in front of the hot springs in no time, the ninja and business owners bowing, as he entered. walking past the women, he entered the women's area. you sat alone in the warm water, your breasts perky as ever.

“this is not what i meant when i said find something to do with yourself,” he spoke, making you jolt, sitting up.

“lord orochimaru”

“you didn't expect me to catch you? showing off your body like some common whore, when you knew they were watching, come out, all of you,” he spat. as the other ninja made themselves visible.

“lord orochimaru, we had no idea she belonged to you, we ask for your mercy,” one of the men spoke.

“did i allow you to speak?” orochimaru frowned, making a few hand signs, before the shinobi coughed up blood, falling to his knees.

“now, back to you, you foolish woman, you wanted my attention and now you have it,” he continued, stalking towards you. with a swift movement of his hand, his clothing was coming off, as he stepped into the water.

standing up, you tried backing away from him, you stood no chance against him. however, he was much quicker than you, moving in front of you in an instant, before you could make any further movements.

“my lord-

“did i give you permission to speak?” he hissed, as you quickly shook your head.

your eyes widened as his hands pulled you closer, his hands exploring your body. your breast pressed against his chest, as he stared into your eyes. you couldn't see it before, but now it was clear jealousy. his eyes were full of jealousy.

“i’ve yearned for your affection, i am not asking for you to change your nature, but please embrace me as i have done for you. you don’t teach me anymore, advise me, touch me, i have no value to you anymore, only to take care of mamushi. so you blame me for accepting their lust-

he stopped you, by grabbing your lower face.

“if you held no value to me, you would be dead, yet here you are — my liability”

“if i am a liability, release me-

“no”

“why?”

“i’m afraid i like you too much to do that,” he confessed, lowly. staring into his eyes, you did the unthinkable, kissing his lips.

he was shocked for merely a second, before he took control, hungrily exploring your mouth. picking you up, he sat you on the edge of the hot springs. his snake like tongue trailing from your neck, back up to your mouth, as you moaned loudly.

“your pussy smells so sweet and she’s so wet,” he said, breaking the kiss to stare at your cunt. becoming shy, you began to close your legs, when he stopped you, looking back into your eyes.

“i like you too,” you whispered, making his eyes widen. pressing his lips against yours once more, he reached into his undergarments and pulled out his cock.

rubbing it against your dripping cunt, before pushing himself in. moaning loudly, you wrapped your legs around his waist. you could feel the eyes of the shinobi on you, but you still couldn't care, especially when you were finally getting what you wanted so dearly.

“oh my lord, just like that,” you cried as he sped up his thrusts. your breasts looked perfect, bouncing, he couldn't help but squeeze them. throwing your head back, your eyes began to roll.

“look at you, such a dirty whore, tell them who you belong to,” he instructed, grunting, as he continued fucking into your tight hole.

“i’m yours, only yours, m-my lord,” you whined, feeling yourself repeatedly clenching around him.

“oh, your pussy is clenching, do you want to cum?” he asked, smirking as you nodded through your lewd noises.

“cum on my cock, make it worth my while,” he ordered, grinning as your hips met him halfway, as you whined like a bitch in heat before you came all over his cock. a few thrusts later and he was cumming inside of your cunt.

“you're all dismissed,” orochimaru said, with just those words alone, the feeling of eyes disappeared. he stood in front of you, staring into your eyes.

“lord or-

“you are very aware that i am not known for giving many chances,” he told you.

“yes”

“you have one last chance, and if you ever try that stunt again, you will wish you could unsee what i will do,” he said, satisfied when you nodded.

“who is with mamushi?” he crossed his arms.

“karin”

“get dressed, we’re heading back,” he said, turning to walk away, as you followed behind closely.

“what’s with the stupid grin?” he asked, glancing over.

“you finally called him mamushi”

meanwhile back at the main headquarters…

“oh this is so cute, hold him closer sasuke,” karin cheered snapping photos of sasuke and suigetsu. they happened to be passing the room when they saw her playing with lord orochimaru’s son and became curious. however, they now regret it as they sat wearing the cat ears, forced to hold the baby close, as she took photos to show you when you returned.

[therealslimshakespeare]

Yeah the rough time is a massive part but the nuances of that rough time are her intense desires to be normal, start accomplishing “normal” things in life that her service delayed her experiencing such as dating someone. He’s a guy who’s popular and supposedly successful which gives her more “security” at a male dominated school, he started off decently nice and wasn’t weird about her service like other guys can be _at least not initially. By the end it ends up being a combo of fearing change and almost using him as a self harm method since she’s smart and strong enough to know she needs out but she’s not dealt with anything from the stalag/camps before hopping into college right away.

umm. well i’m here once again bowing down to the uncontested queen of angst (yes you marina but to be honest give yourself some credit for the fluff too because i’ve been thinking about the little anecdotes about lu and ballet since you shared them) 🙇🏼‍♀️

but anyways this is brilliant this is everything this is why i have this app. the bit about her just trying to achieve some aspect of being normal after she’s all she’s gone through makes such sense and the part about the security at school? took me out. also not being weird about her service i can so see why that would be a big thing. and the self harm aspect of it all well that is why you are the uncontested angst queen? i’ll be thinking about this for weeks to come 😓

Takes a bow. 🤭 Angst queen now and forever, hehe, thank you! I think the “being weird” about her service is such a common theme and a brick wall she runs up against in her college days again and again because she’s trying so damn hard to be normal but it’snot normal for all your references to be from Air Force majors and all your experiences to be manning the top turret gun. And after all she and the girls have endured to keep their ranks? She’d never not admit to it, she’s so damn proud and yet it ruins her new little reality of normalcy every damn time with most people

[crystalknuckle]

...hundreds!? an echo of disbelief -- an explosion of concern, actually -- on the tip of his tongue. he instead bites down on it, letting his silence urge them onward.

it's a struggle, but he listens intently, patiently. they're... allergic to pineapple. okay. just how bad of an allergy isn't specified, but the backpedal means something. there's no way they could've treated a reaction, so... oh. change--

he doesn't he's bunching the sheets, too focused on the fact that siffrin. died. he-- he must've, right? the rest of them watching helplessly (terrified, probably), while he clawed at his throat, gasping, choking, until his very last breath--

even if he knew he'd come back, did isabeau know at the time? did bonbon? (...were all of his loops... like that?)

he swallows down a wave of nausea, blinking rapidly. "huh! who would've thunk!! note to self: no pineapple upside-down cakes for your birthday! good to know."

the pause between attempts is a blessing. he seriously needs to pull himself together! they aren't even finished yet, either; they've moved on, onto...

stars? he took him to see the stars? "i did?" it makes sense, though-- explains the way they reacted at the favor tree, expecting isabeau to offer for the nth time. but, why? wouldn't they have gotten sick of it? sick of him, doing the same things?

"it sounds nice. i would've, um, liked that, i think. or, well, i'm assuming i did, like that?" is this even the right approach to go with? they say it was nice (he's a little jealous of... himself, in that case?), but up to what point? "what'd we--? no, ah, nevermind," a shake of his head, lips pressed into a line. sif said one question!

he lays a hand on their pillow, "that's plenty, don't sweat it," tone nowhere near as soothing as he'd like. "and thanks. if you're serious, then i'll have to try extra hard to create new nice memories. balance out the old ones, one hangout at a time!"

there's no logical reason to squeeze, but he does so without thinking. as if it'll, who knows, make up for his urge to pull them into one, or something? (it doesn't). the exhaustion's lost its warmth, too; he's just... drained. with so many emotions to sort, he can't-- he doesn't know where to begin. not for a lack of trying, he really, really is!

hah... he really is useless. two for two, sif.

"...i mean it," he murmurs, burying into his cushion, "there's obviously, a lot, for me to catch up on, but i'm with you. no matter what." was that too much? not enough? "o-oh, you're good, by the way. nooo response needed! i just. don't want you to forget, that's all."

One thing you're willing to share. Haha, well, if that's the case... Nothing comes to mind~!

That's a joke you don't voice. Again, not even all that funny either. You promised! You're going to answer!! What's a little internal commiserating before you do? It's healthy! Probably!

"One thing…" You echo, before a lap of frustration has you going, "Isa, there were hundreds—" Oh, that's not... You kind of just let that out, huh. Well, it's good thing you remember each one then! You do not tell him this. "But... Okay."

Urgh. Of course he would throw the question back at you. Suddenly, even if he says otherwise, one question doesn't feel very fair if you can only offer up one thing in return. You bury your face in the pillow while you contemplate. Argh, well played, Isabeau…!

Okay then. Good or bad. Well, you can say right away don't really want to talk about the bad. But something good feels too lighthearted given he clearly knows what happened. You rattle off a few frivolous things in your head, things you think barely satisfy such a question.

You told me about wanting to become a fashion designer! Did you know Odile wasn't really researching anything? We saw a ghost. You kept running straight into that blinding tear in the hallway and I had to pull you away. Okay definitely not that one. Ahem. Think harder, something has to be good enough…

"I'm allergic to pineapple." Despite its absurdity, you look up at him as if all the bones in your body are terribly serious. And they are. "Did we know that?? Did I ever mention that...??? Bonnie brought pineapple slices for snacks. And I..."

Well actually you don't have to say that part he probably gets it!!! You shake your head and sputter out an apology. This doesn't count. This is just something he should probably know to make sure it doesn't happen again (they were kind of good before they killed you!) A tangent to distract him from the real answer when you get to it. Very intended.

"Sorry, that's... not my answer. I'm thinking..." Let's see... We built a bomb to throw at the King, and we did, and yes it felt just as cool as you can imagine it did... Oh! You met the Change God...? Ehh, maybe not that one. Yet. Um...

"You took me to see the stars, the night before we left for the House." Huh? Oh, yeah. Well, this one is nice, but, you didn't really mean to say it out loud. What is with you? You keep slipping up! Saying things you're supposed to think!!!

You suppose it works though. If anything, it brings it full circle. He mentioned it earlier too, didn't he? Although the way he phrased it made it sound like it was your offer, but you definitely remember it being something he did for you.

"It, uh... It happened a few times. The same time. Just, during different loops." Stars this is a pain to describe. You still remember how you felt the first time, and start to regret how jaded you felt on repeated events. He didn't know. Does now, but you won't tell him it meant any less as it continued... You don't like thinking about it like that, actually. It meant and means a lot still. No matter how your overall circumstance made you feel. No matter the repetition.

"It was nice." Your grip on the pillow tightens. You don't know if you should say anything more. It feels like cheating. Just saying the joke at the tree here earlier felt like cheating. But it suffices as an answer, right? No follow up questions, right? Would you even allow those...? Uh... No comment.

[vampireninjabunnies-blog]

can i get 🍳 for esther please? she deserves a nice breakfast in bed <3 (--direwombat)

Of course.

The smell of bacon wafted through the air, Esther inhaled the smoky scent appreciatively as her eyes fluttered open. She sat up yawning and stretching languidly. Soaking in the comfortable warmth of the mid morning light, feeling quite content.

"Good morning little bumblebee." John smiled warmly at her, holding up a tray of food. "Hungry?"

"Starving." She chuckled as he set it down on her lap before climbing into bed beside her.

He idly played with the ends of her hair. "All your favourites." Glancing up at her his eyes filled the familiar need for approval that he so desperately craved. Leaning into her hand when she reached up to stroke his cheek.

"Thank you hummingbird. What's the occasion?" She muttered through a mouthful of bacon. Looking very much like a chipmunk.

He laughed, the beginning crinkles of crow's feet forming at the corners of his eyes.

She slapped his shoulder lightly. "What's so funny?"

He grabbed her wrist, turning it over to plant gentle kisses along the inside of it. "God I love you. You're just so cute. You know that?"

Esther leaned down touching her forehead to his. "I love you John Seed."

They spent the rest of the morning like that. Chatting, laughing while she ate and he nibbled off her plate. Basking in the glow of their own happiness. Indulging in this perfect moment.

[itspileofgoodthings]

I know I’ve talked about this before cause I basically blogged my way through it but there was no catalyst for greater growth for me as a teacher than me having to read my student surveys my second year and being so caught off guard by how cruel so many of them were that I had to leave my classroom and go sob in an empty one for 15 minutes but then when I came back in (and in the following days) when I just felt so absolutely wrecked and wretched and vulnerable and scared but I HAD to keep going that it dawned on me that it literally didn’t matter what they said about me I still had the power of authority, NOT because of my personality or charisma or anything I had heretofore believed gave me the authority, but because it was literally my job and because if I said we were going to read twelfth night aloud or diagram sentences or memorize poetry that was literally what happened and I just cannot explain the bedrock of confidence that gave me because the worst had happened, all my darkest fears came true, and it didn’t matter. They still needed to learn and I had what I needed to make them learn. The job remained unchanged. Changed me forever tbh.

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[shirogane-oushirou]

no promises anymoooooreeeee i'll appear online when i appear online 😭 every time i say "ooh i think life is almost done being overwhelming!" it. becomes even more overwhelming in the dumbest ways. all i can manage rn when i'm not stressing myself into a shut-down state is staring at the wall while listening to youtube essays + mindlessly crocheting.

i might queue up ppls art and fics w/o commentary in the tags... i want other ppl to see what all of my cool friends have made, but i genuinely can't think right now with this monstrous brain fog. i'm really sorry, just. yeah. maybe i'll think of some way to make it up later!!! once the dust has settled!!!! but until then i wuv u and miss u. smiles.

[venting in tags including familial manipulation and ableism. i. didn't mean to write all of that, thiss was originally going to be a main blog post but. aaaaaAAAAAA!!!!!

also no need for replies or anything, i'd turn them off for just the one post if i could kjsndkn, i just needed to get things out and go eep jsjndsfdn ok bye bye bye bye!!!!]

[itsalwaysdark]

i like overthink everything now it makes me feel so dumb. i used 2 be able to just talk 2 ppl but nowadays every single thing im like Is that actually going to make them hate me. Yes probably. and then i just dont respond which makes ppl hate me. this is how it is

[fauvester]

I just discovered your Garashir adoption AU and I ADORE IT!!! i am literally in love with the ideas and your art style and omg sjsnsjksjsnsjsns ✨💖🥰🥺❤️‍🔥

Anyway my important questions are these: Can you tell me how old the children are? And pls tell me that they whole family has like a gigantic bed on which they can all cuddle together?!

That's it, thank you for your time and the amazing contribution you have made to this fandom, it's utterly beautiful <3 Hope u have a good day!

AWWWGHHH THANK YOU!!! I'M SO GLAD PEOPLE ARE ENJOYING THIS SANDBOX WITH ME!

This was as good an opportunity as any to sit down and sort of get a babby timeline together..

(yea med student handwriting lol)

which would put everyone (at one discrete snapshot in time) at I think -

Jocasta is older than Iskra! but came in to the family later. and is much less.... much. So it's easy to forget that.

As to big nestbed.. when he's younger Idan crawls into Julian and Garak's bed every once in a while because dadek is a sentient warm water bottle, but all his siblings swat him afterward and tell him that it's disrespectful to violate your honored parents' space like that. Nesting is for siblings! A Cardassian social space where you can literally let your hair down and share warmth.

Unfortunately for Young Elim that means that everyone's rowdy and wiggly in the evenings when he'd rather be sleeping, but that's the tradeoff for getting to use the shared comfy bed instead of the one in the attic where he'd have to sleep otherwise.