#thank you for posting this I’ve been eagerly anticipating this post

[antoncore]

smut (18+ mdni)

it was rare for you to see sohee in a black tank top. he usually wore loose, oversized shirts or t-shirts, comfort taking priority over anything else. you looked at him as you stood at the bedroom door, pleasantly surprised by the change in his style. the tank top clung to his frame and highlighted his toned muscles. his arms looked stronger and more defined than before, and you couldn’t help but admire the change in your boyfriend’s physique. of course he had always been attractive to you, but seeing him like this, his hard work and dedication so evident in every inch of exposed skin.

you stood behind him in the mirror as he adjusted the overshirt, admiring his reflection. “look so good,” you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck. you could feel his muscles tense slightly under your touch, a sign that he was enjoying the attention. “thank you, baby,” he replied, his voice a little breathless. “i’ve really been trying at the gym lately.” you took off his shirt as you continued to place soft kisses along his neck and shoulder, hands lightly resting on his arms, eliciting a soft moan from his lips. “i can see, you look perfect.” sohee’s cheeks tinged with a faint blush, his breath becoming uneven as your lips traced a slow path along his skin.

you guided sohee to the bed, gently pushing him to sit down. his eyes followed your movements, filled with anticipation and affection. he leaned back slightly, resting his hands on the bed for balance, his body trusting under your gaze. “you deserve to be appreciated, baby,” you murmured, kneeling between his legs, hands sliding up his thighs. you leaned in, kissing just below his collarbone, trailing your lips down his chest. his skin was warm and smooth under your touch and you could feel the rhythm of his breathing as you continued to worship every inch of his body with soft, tender kisses, sucking and biting to leave marks, a symbol of how much you loved him.

sohee's head tilted back slightly, a soft sigh escaping his lips as your mouth moved lower, lifting up the material of the tank to place kisses and bites along his toned stomach. he tensed under your touch again, muscles flexing involuntarily. "you're too good to me," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. you smiled against his skin, your hands running up his sides before resting on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat. "you've worked so hard," you said between kisses. "wanna show you how proud i am." “you don’t have to,” he murmured, the slight tremble in his voice telling you just how much he craved it.

“i want to,” you whispered as you pressed a kiss just above his waistband, sending a shiver through his body. “you deserve every bit of this, my sohee.” his hands moved from the bed, one tangling in your hair as you pulled down his pants and boxers. you kitten licked his pretty, red tip before kissing it ever so gently, maintaining eye contact with him as you did. you proceeded to kiss your way down to his balls before trailing back up, showing him how much you loved his cock. you reminded him how it always felt so perfect in your hands, in your mouth and inside you.

something about your words set him off, eagerly tapping his cock against your lips, making you instantly open your mouth, taking in the tip. “fuck,” sohee moaned, gently pushing your head down, desperate for you to take all of him. “fit me so perfectly.” to you, it felt the complete opposite; his cock fit in your mouth so naturally, as if it was made for you. it didn’t matter about his size, you loved how it was so easy for you to take every inch. sohee was simply perfect in your eyes and you were in his too.

a/n: apologies for the rushed ending - i didn’t want to make it any longer than it already was considering its just meant to be a lil thought post!!

[wzrd-wheezes]

Not Half Bad - Marauders x Reader

AN - I'm a few minutes early but happy valentine's day, my loves. I wanted to post something that wasn't crazy romantic because I know today can be pretty lonely. So, enjoy some platonic marauders x reader fluff. This is my first time writing anything like this so please let me know what you think. 1.7k words.

Y/N startled awake, her head throbbing and her eyes swollen from tears. She groaned softly, feeling the weight of exhaustion as she rubbed her face, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Then, the unmistakable sound echoed through her apartment again.

Bang, bang, bang. 

With a resigned sigh, Y/N muttered curses under her breath before she shuffled towards the front door. The harsh hallway light made her squint as she opened the door, taking a moment to register the trio standing before her. 

“Come on, you. Out of the way, we’ve got some serious work to do!” James declared, gently nudging Y/N aside to enter her apartment, with Remus and Sirius following close behind. 

“What the hell are you doing? It’s practically the crack of dawn!” She exclaimed; her voice still thick with sleep. 

“Oh, yeah? And you’d know what time of day it was, would you?” Sirius teased, theatrically throwing open her curtains, allowing light to flood into the room for the first time in days. 

“We’re on damage control. Y’know, since we haven’t heard from you in almost a week.” Remus explained, heading straight into the kitchen and flicking the kettle on. 

Y/N sighed heavily, feeling a pang of guilt for having shut off herself off from her friends after her recent break up. The end of her relationship had hit her harder than she had ever anticipated, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable. She hadn’t felt up to facing her friends properly. She had shot them a quick message briefly explaining the situation before shutting off her phone and finding solace in her own company as she grappled with the emotional fallout.  

Remus busied himself in the kitchen while he waited for the kettle to boil. He had a tea towel swung over his shoulder as he started washing the dishes that had been piling up in the sink. James was getting the living room straight, opening windows, clearing up the endless piles of scrunched up tissues and fluffing up the sofa cushions.  

“You don’t have to do all this – I'm fine!” Y/N protested. 

“Stop fussing and just let us help you,” Sirius chimed in, poking his head around the doorway from where he was in the bathroom, “Now, get in here because I’ve just run you a bath.”  

Y/N’s protests died on her lips as she relented, allowing herself to be guided into the bathroom by Sirius’s firm but caring insistence. The soothing scent of lavender filled the air as she stepped into the room. Sirius shut the door behind her, allowing some privacy. He had set her some fresh towels and clean clothes on the side, even going as far as to light a few candles. Y/N let out a sigh as she sank into the tub, the warm water washing over her tired body. 

After a while, Y/N emerged from the bathroom feeling a bit lighter. She smiled at the three boys, appreciating their practical gestures of support. They had practically cleaned her whole apartment while she was in the bath. It had taken a bit of a hit in the week that she had been moping around. Remus had set her a steaming mug of tea on the coffee table, and she took it into her hands eagerly. 

“Feeling better?” he asked, patting the spot on the sofa next to him. 

“Much better. Thanks for the rescue” she smiled at each of them, “I owe you guys one.” 

“Nonsense.” James dismissed with a wave of his hand, “That’s what friends are for. Plus, I’ve been dying to bring out my superhero cape.” 

Remus snorted into his tea, “Superhero cape? More like a tea towel tied around your neck, mate.” 

“Hey, it’s all about the dramatic effect, Moony. You should try it some time.” James mock-glared at him. 

“I’d pay good money to see that.” Y/N laughed. 

“You nearly did!” Sirius remarked, “I literally had to pry it from around his neck before you got out of the bath.” 

Y/N burst into laughter at the mental image, shaking her head in amusement, “I can only imagine the heroic struggle.” She said, grinning at James, who rolled his eyes with a good natured sigh. 

“Yeah, well, it was a valiant effort on his part,” James admitted, earning a playful elbow jab from Sirius.  

It was the first time in a good week or so, that Y/N had laughed properly. She felt her spirits lift with each passing moment, the heaviness that had weighed in her heart for the last week beginning to fade. Their light-hearted banter and playful antics had a way of lifting her spirits, offering a welcomed distraction from her recent troubles. It was only when the boys stood up to leave that the empty feeling in the pit of her stomach started to return.  

Sirius noticed her face fall when they started getting ready to leave, each of them shrugging on their coats and slipping into their shoes.  

“Don’t worry, we’re coming back.” Sirius reassured her. 

“Yeah, you didn’t think that you could get rid of us that easily, did you?” Remus chuckled. 

“We’ve just got to nip out to get some stuff but then we’ll be back.” James promised. 

“What stuff?” she questioned.  

“Ask us no questions and we’ll tell you no lies.” James quipped, playfully tapping her on the nose before swiftly exiting.  

A bemused smile played on her lips as she watched her friends disappear. Although they had only been around at her flat for a few hours, it felt eerily empty now that they had gone. Collapsing onto the sofa, she reached for her phone, hesitating before finally switching it on after days of deliberate avoidance. There was the expected flurry of messages from her friends and family checking in on her and she made a mental note to reply to them later on. She quickly deleted a particularly nasty text from her ex before she gave herself chance to read it properly. As the screen blinked back up at her, the date glared back with unexpected significance.  

Valentine’s Day. 

The realisation hit her and stirred up memories and emotions that she had been trying to suppress. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of loneliness as she thought back to past Valentine’s Day spent with her now ex-partner. For a moment, she regretted even switching on her phone; ignorance might have been bliss on a day like today. Tears prickled in her eyes and she bit down on her lip in a futile attempt to hold back the flood of emotions.  

Just as she had been earlier that morning, she was brought back to reality by the door of her apartment swinging open and James, Remus and Sirius bustling back inside.  

“Told you we wouldn’t be long!” James said brightly, though the look soon dropped from his face the second his eyes fell on Y/N. 

“Oh, no! What’s happened? Everything okay?” Sirius rushed over and crouched in front of her, so his face was level to where she was slumped on the sofa. 

“It’s silly,” she sniffled, “I turned on my phone because obviously I’ve been avoiding it for ages and I saw the date. It’s just... overwhelming.” 

Remus moved to sit beside her, his presence a comforting anchor as he place a hand on her shoulder. 

“It’s not silly at all, Y/N. Valentine’s Day can be shit. Especially after everything you’ve been through.” he said softly, offering her a sympathetic smile. 

James signed, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped closer, “We came over today because... well we didn’t want you to spend Valentine’s Day alone. We didn’t realise that you didn't even know what day it was. We’ve kind of fucked up really, haven’t we?”  

“Don’t be daft.” Y/N wiped the tears away with her sleeve, “You’ve already cheered me up so much just by being here.” 

“Let’s not stop now then, eh?” Sirius said, patting her affectionately on the head as he stood up, “We’ve got plenty more planned for this evening. Why don’t you go get yourself freshened up while we get set up in here?” 

Y/N smiled gratefully and obliged, making her way to the bathroom. She splashed her face with cool water, letting it wash away the remnants of tears that clung to her skin. As she caught sight of herself in the mirror, she forced a smile onto her face in an attempt to make herself feel better. She quickly ran her hands through her hair and smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes. 

In the other room, the boys had sprung to action. James rummaged through the bags of shopping, his brows furrowed in concentration as he set about preparing dinner. Remus, ever the organiser, rearranged the furniture to create a cosier and more comfortable set up for them. Sirius, with his flair for the dramatic, set about lighting candles and pulled an assortment of decorations from his bag to add a festive touch to the occasion. 

As Y/N stepped out of the bathroom, her eyes widened in surprise at the transformation that had taken place in the living room. The warm glow of candlelight danced across the walls, casting soft shadows across the room. Tears of gratitude welled in her eyes and with a shaky breath she made her way to join them. 

“Speechless, huh?” Sirius joked gently, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. 

Y/N managed a watery smile, “I don’t even know what to say.” 

“Nothing needs to be said.” James stepped in from the kitchen, floral apron tied around his waist.  

“Just know that we’ve got your back always, yeah?” Remus chimed in.  

With a grateful nod, Y/N settled into her seat at the table, feeling a sense of peace wash over her.  

“Nice apron, James.” Y/N teased, unable to contain her laughter.  

“What can I say? Real men wear floral.” he quipped, setting down plates of food in front of each of them.  

“Ah! I almost forgot!” Sirius stood up quickly from the table and disappeared into the other room.  

He returned a few moments later, holding a bouquet of flowers. He presented them to her with a flourish. Y/N gasped in response. 

“You really didn’t have to!” she protested, her voice filled with gratitude, “You’ve already done so much for me today!” 

“We wanted to.” Remus smiled. 

“Besides, we’d be pretty crappy mates if we let you go a whole Valentine’s Day without flowers.” Sirius chuckled. 

“Yeah, it’s practically a cardinal sin to neglect such an important tradition.” Remus nodded in agreement.  

“See? We’re not completely useless, are we?” James nudged her, grinning. 

“Nah, you’re not half bad.” she beamed back at them, “I might even go as far as to say that you’re the best.” 

[wildtooru]

Coffee Date pt. 2

Kenji Sato x reader

Summary: After an emotional coffee date, Kenji and his partner reconnect on a deeper level. Through whispered confessions and tender touches, they navigate their way back to each other, finding solace in their shared love. With a renewed sense of commitment, Kenji promises to make their relationship work, facing life's challenges together. Warnings: kind of NSFW.

Pt. 1

(Note: you can check more of my posts here @wildtobio)

"I've missed this," he admitted, his thumb gently tracing circles on your skin. "I've missed you."

You squeezed his hand, feeling the tension in your chest ease slightly. "I’ve missed you too, Kenji. It’s just… hard, you know? Watching you juggle everything and feeling like I’m on the sidelines."

Kenji sighed, his gaze dropping to the table. "I know. And I’m sorry. I never wanted you to feel that way. It’s just… between baseball, Emi, and… everything else, I haven’t been handling things well."

You reached out, lifting his chin so his eyes met yours. "You don’t have to do it all alone, Kenji. I’m here. We’re a team, remember?"

His lips curved into a small, grateful smile. "I remember." He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against your lips. "Thank you for reminding me."

"Want to come back to my place?" he asked, his voice low and inviting. "I think we could use some more time together."

You nodded, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your stomach. "I'd like that."

The walk to Kenji's apartment was quiet, the city lights casting a soft glow around you. When you arrived, he opened the door for you, ushering you inside with a gentle touch.

The apartment was tidy, but you could see the signs of his busy life. A baseball glove on the couch, a stack of newspapers on the table, and Emi’s toys neatly arranged in a corner. You turned to him, a small smile playing on your lips.

"You’ve been busy," you teased lightly.

Kenji chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "You have no idea."

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest. The tension of the past weeks seemed to melt away as you sank into his embrace, his warmth and scent enveloping you.

"I’ve missed this too," he murmured against your hair.

You tilted your head up, capturing his lips in a slow, lingering kiss. He responded eagerly, his hands roaming over your back, pulling you even closer. The kiss deepened, and you felt a familiar heat building between you.

"Bedroom?" you whispered against his lips.

Kenji nodded, taking your hand and leading you down the hall. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting shadows on the walls. He pulled you into another kiss, his hands sliding under your shirt, tracing the contours of your body.

You responded with equal fervor, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. The urgency of your movements was tempered by the tenderness in each touch, a reminder of the connection you both shared.

Clothes were shed in a flurry of movement, and soon you found yourselves tangled in the sheets, the weight of the world momentarily forgotten. Kenji’s kisses were everywhere, a mixture of need and reverence as if he were trying to memorize every inch of you.

"God, I’ve missed this," he breathed, his voice rough with emotion.

You arched into his touch, your own hands exploring the familiar lines of his body. The night was a blur of whispered confessions and lingering touches, each moment a reminder of the love and passion that had brought you together. As you lay entwined in the aftermath, you felt a sense of peace settle over you.

Kenji pulled you close, his breath warm against your skin. "I’m going to make this work," he promised. "For us."

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. "I believe you."

[mitchellpete]

Kinktober Day 9 - Praise

pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x f!reader

cw: post top gun: maverick, student x teacher relationship, power imbalance, age gap, rank use, praise, oral sex (f receiving), penetration, unprotected sex

word count: 1440

kinktober masterlist here.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

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The good thing is that the mission was a success, and that it’s finally over. 

The bad thing? You’re burnt out on all levels, muscles achy from the strenuous flight, the dogfighting, the getting out of there alive—quite frankly, the very uncomfortable cots on the carrier, too—and you feel like you could sleep for a month. 

That is immediately forgotten the second you hear the knock on your door. It’s late; you just showered, slipped into PJs and prepared to climb into bed for the first comfortable and stress free sleep in a long, long month, but that is obviously not going to happen anymore. Not when you know exactly who it is on the opposite side of the door. Despite how socially drained you are (thanks to the awful overstimulation you always get on the overcrowded carriers), he’s the one person you want and need right now. 

When you open the door, Maverick looks just as tired as you are, but he’s got a soft smile on his face. You beam at his presence, allow him in and practically shove him against the door for a long awaited kiss. 

Everything that had led up to the mission, Maverick grieving his best friend and really just the stress of it all had kept you apart for almost two weeks. Intimately, at least. You hadn’t been alone with him in what feels like forever, and it shows in the way you kiss him, needy and starved for him. Maverick gracefully kisses you back, grinning into the kiss and wrapping his arms around your frame. Your arms envelop the back of his shoulders, a hand cupping the back of his neck to pull him flush against you.

“God, I missed you so much,” you sigh happily, your lips brushing against his. “How’d you know I was dying to see you tonight?”

He pulls back, leans his head back against the door and looks at you longingly. Takes a real good look at you, for the first time since before the mission. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”

You raise a brow. “I don’t. You should show me.”

Maverick smiles deviously, poking your side. “I don’t know,” he sings. “I wouldn’t wanna take advantage of you, Lieutenant.”

You groan at his teasing, but it does give you an idea. “Oh, c’mon, Captain. After that mission, I think we both deserve it.”

He smiles wider, beat. “Hm.”

Pulling him in for another kiss, your hands snake under his shirt, sliding up his abs, up to his warm chest. He shudders underneath your touch, complying. He gently begins pushing you backwards towards your bedroom, and you whimper quietly against his mouth at the sudden anticipation.

Maverick sets you down on the bed, and you eagerly lay back against the mattress. He climbs on top of you, mouth still hot and eager against yours. You’re suddenly impatient, so you reach down in between your bodies to yank your pajama pants down. He pulls back to help you remove them, as well as your top, and then begins working his own clothes.

Watching him strip, you decide to continue playing with him. “I haven’t even mentioned how good of a job you did getting us out of there, Captain.” 

He gets his Levi’s and his briefs down at the same time, cocking his head at your obvious bait. “Oh, don’t do that,” he warns playfully, shaking his head. He tosses his clothing aside to climb on top of you again, skin meeting skin. You smirk as you embrace him, knowing very well what he means. Don’t call me Captain, he means. Don’t praise me like that.

It should be the other way around. Instructor praising student. 

Too bad you know him. You know very well that reversing the roles is gonna drive him crazy, and you fully intend on capitalizing. 

“I mean it,” you continue, moaning quietly as his mouth begins leaving wet trails in between your breasts, down your sternum. “You were great.”

At your words, he makes a satisfied noise, his head traveling lower and lower down your body, mouth still trailing all the way down. It’s hard not to whimper the lower he gets, his fingers delicately caressing your hip bone. Your body grows excited for him, needy, actually, wanting to feel every bit of him against you. 

Maverick has other plans, however. You gasp when he spreads your legs open and immediately ducks his head, eagerness overtaking him. His mouth slots against your cunt, tongue hot and wet. He licks into you, sucks at you harshly, and repeats the pattern, eyes looking up at you for approval. 

“Fuck!” you cry out, momentarily throwing your head back, your back arching. Still, you return your gaze to his. “That feels so—feels so good, Captain Mitchell.”

He very audibly moans against your core at that and it sends a vibration up your entire body, your hips jerking in pleasure. 

He continues lapping at you hungrily, showing you how much he missed you, indeed.

“N–need you so bad all the time,” you stammer, squirming profusely. Just talking to talk.

His grip around your thighs tightens just a bit, his eyes unmoving and stuck on your beautiful expressions of pleasure. 

When he starts to delve his tongue inside you, you try not to scream.

“God, Cap—Captain, please—” Your hands absentmindedly travel down to grab his hair. “Fuck me. Now, now, please.”

One more long swipe of his tongue over your clit and he’s pulling back, climbing over you again to meet you for a kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue, mouths slick and noisy against each other as he works his cock through his fist down below, blindly lining himself up against you. It takes a second for him to find you, but when he does, your vision blurs in ecstasy. 

Burying his face in between your neck and shoulder, Maverick gasps at how tight you feel; perhaps he’d forgotten after going a while without this. That, or you’ve got him spellbound, gripped by your words and praises. He almost aches for the rush, and begins thrusting into you immediately. It’s easy enough, considering how wet his mouth has left you. His moans spill louder than usual, mixed with the hot and filthy noises from below.

“That’s it,” you whine, breath catching in your throat. “Just like that, Captain.”

He snarls, his nose rubbing up and down the length of your neck with each sharp thrust. 

He knows very well what it is you’re doing, but he has no intention of stopping you now.

“So so good—fuck!” you continue, fingernails slightly digging into his shoulders as his pace roughens. “You take such good care of me.”

Something like a whine comes out of him, enthralled entirely by your choice of words. He’s gonna have to work hard not to cum soon, to hold it together for you. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he groans in response, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth.

Maverick’s pace remains relentless, and frankly, you’ve put him here. Grounding his hips into you over and over, he exhales sharply as you clench around him. You still hold on as tight as you can, wanting to push him to his limit before cumming yourself. It’s your self-proclaimed mission tonight.

“Mav,” you whine out, eventually too dazed to remember you were supposed to call him Captain. “Mav.. you feel so—nghh, you feel so good inside me.”

He bites down hard on his lip, a hand balling the sheets into a fist. He’s trying to hold it, trying to get you there first, but there’s absolutely no way he’s going to make it. Not if you keep talking like that. 

Just a little more..

A thought pops into your head. Somehow, through the white hot blur overtaking every bit of your senses.

“Best pilot I’ve ever flown with,” you manage, voice shaky.

Maverick cums, hard and suddenly, a loud groan next to your ear. You’re eager to let it go, doing so right with him. Your heels dig into his lower back, legs jittering as it washes over you. You wail out, feeling the tension escape both of your bodies. You pull him down to slot your mouths together again, murmuring incoherently against his tongue.

He’s almost trembling when he pulls out and pulls back from the kiss. Still hovering above you, green eyes stare you down as he pants, trying to catch his breath. “You mean that?” he huffs. “Or was that just for the moment?”

Mixed with the remnants of your orgasm, you burst into a fit of giggles. “No, I meant everything.”

[dipplinduo]

Just a lil' check-in regarding S&S D engagement <3

Hey! I’ve honestly been debating on making this post, and I’m hoping I can come across intentionally here:

Over the past few weeks, I’ve gotten an increased amount of asks/comments/etc. that are essentially inquiring about S&S D updates in ways that seem to be more on the “demanding” side, for a lack of better words (e.g., repetitive, insistent questioning regarding updates, not-so-politely worded “requests” to either abandon certain storylines or add something into a storyline, and even expressions of dissatisfaction/disapproval for when I’m choosing to write for something other than S&S D itself).

I’ve chosen to remain disengaged from this kind of behavior since it personally has felt upsetting, discouraging, and pressuring to receive. It unfortunately doesn’t really seem to be going away, and it has been affecting my writing process. So I just wanted to make myself a little clear here:

I personally don’t appreciate and will remain disengaged from interactions I’ve characterized above. I feel that I put a lot of hard work into what I do choose to do, and I also really do enjoy writing dipplinshipping content in general. I know many people on here may be following me primarily for S&S D – and that’s fine! But please know that I’m putting an equal amount of passion and effort into the other works I’m writing, and while you don’t need to read them if you don’t want to, publishing them still means a lot to me, personally; I don’t view them as being any “less” than S&S D, even if S&S D is pretty much my magnum opus in terms of hits/engagement.

I recognize that I’m pretty playful in my interactions in general, and a lot of these interactions may be coming from a completely well-intended place. So I do have faith that many of the comments I’ve received probably wouldn’t have been said if people knew how I’ve been feeling about receiving them. I’m hoping this post can clarify things going forward and help us all have a better understanding of each other as we celebrate dipplinshipping and have fun engaging with each other. 😊

That being said, here are the types of engagements that have felt really enjoyable regarding S&S D, and personally motivate me a LOT to keep writing:

Asks/discussions about things/moments that you’ve liked, or are wondering about (I’m open to constructive criticism, too, of course)

Asks/discussions that express general excitement, theorize, or talk about/inquire about potential breadcrumbs, etc.

Fanart! God, I love your fanart!

Headcanons too – whether they’re S&S D related or not!

Reactions to chapters, or quite literally anything that sparks dialogue (these ones I do deliberately delay answering so it doesn't spoil people immediately after an update, lol, but omg I love, love, love them!)

Lastly – I will say: I am actively working on Chapter 13 right now! I know how much people are eagerly waiting for it, and I’m grateful that it’s highly anticipated. It’s my full intention to write well rather than just write for the sake of producing; I want what you read to be of quality and worth your while. I will be letting you know when it’s coming out, as I always do!  Thank you for your patience and understanding. 💕

With love,

dipplinduo

[alespov]

- I’ve seen this film before

Trigger Warnings : mentions of the raccon city incident, reader gets a bit upset.

Author Note : hii loves, I just needed a small break. All of the asks that I received, has been answered and will be posted soon. Thank you for all of the love <3 { repost from my old blog} feedback is highly appreciated <33

Iced vanilla coffee with pumpkin cold foam," the barista announced. Eagerly, you slid your bookmark back into the pages of your book, your anticipation growing with each step toward the counter. Autumn's arrival meant it was finally time to indulge in your cherished seasonal beverage. As you reached out to claim your coffee, an unexpected hand swiftly grasped it before you could blink.

"Oh sorry, did I get the wrong order?" As you turned, you became captivated by a man whose striking blue eyes seemed to pierce deep into your soul. You found yourself irresistibly drawn to his gaze, utterly entranced by the intensity and allure of his eyes.

"Hey.... you okay?" he said while snapping his fingers. You snapped out of your trance and were a bit embarrassed.

"Uh, I'm terribly sorry. I thought this was my order, but I definitely could be mistaken," you explained clearly embarrassed, the flushed cheeks gave it away.

Just then, the barista called out another coffee order identical to yours. The man laughed, "Oh this one must be mine."

The two of you shared another look and went back to sit at your respective tables. You've had a busy day and it was only one in the afternoon. So sitting in the peaceful cafe was just what you needed.

As the hours slipped by, you became wholly absorbed in crafting the second draft of your second novel. The success of your debut work left an indelible mark on your heart, setting high expectations for this sequel. Vividly recounting your harrowing experiences in Raccoon City, the book pays special tribute to the valiant blonde rookie cop who risked everything to rescue you and your friends. Though time has drifted you all apart, the fast-approaching anniversary of those fateful events evokes bittersweet memories that continue to shape and inspire your writing.

You were absorbed in editing your draft you didn't see someone sitting across from you. Pulling out your earbuds and you brushed your hair back. You noted it was the man from earlier, "Oh sorry I didn't see you there."

As you smiled at him, charmed by his shyness, you started chatting about how your respective days went. Intrigued, he questioned you about the book you were writing, and as you explained your ideas, you couldn't help but mention its prequel, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.

“"So, you were part of the Raccoon City incident?" he inquired with a hint of curiosity, his fingers absentmindedly playing with his watch. Caught off guard by this unexpected question, especially since it was a topic rarely discussed, you opted for honesty. The incident was not your favorite conversation piece, so you preferred to write under a pseudonym. Amusingly enough, none of your readers had any clue about your true identity or appearance.

“Uhh yea I was, my friends and I was going to a party. We were all riding together, and the police had shut the roads down. Then… the monsters came.” You trialed off, quickly wiping the tears from your eyes. The man looked sympathetic and grabbed you hand. “Hey it’s okay… I promise it’s gets easier. You just have to have the right person.” He cradled your hand in his own, and gave you a gentle squeeze.

“If not for Officer Kennedy, I wouldn't be standing here today. The first book is an immense homage to him," you said with a smile, attempting to conceal the depth of your emotions. He was just a stranger who nearly picked up your coffee by mistake, and you didn't want to impose the weight of your past on him.

“If it’s any help, I was also there. It was the first day of the job for me.” He began and the pieces hadn’t clicked yet.

"I remember that day vividly. It was my first day on the job, and little did I know, it would also be a day I would never forget. I rushed into the gas station, running late after a terrible breakup with my girlfriend the night before. As I raced to my car, my heart pounding with adrenaline, I knew that this day would be different. And little did I know, it would be the start of a wild and crazy journey that would change my life forever." He moved his blonde hair out of his face.

“Oh I’m so sor-“ he cut you off, “I’m fine, I’ve learned to heal.”

You nodded and the barista reminded everyone it was closing time, on some days they closed at 2:30 in the afternoon. You gathered your things, and the man waited for you.

“Allow me to walk you out?” He held out his arm for you to take. You giggled a bit embarrassed and accepted his arm.

He walked you to your car and helped you set your stuff in the back. You had realized after talking to him for so long, that you didn’t even know his name. He was getting ready to leave but you stopped him.

“You know I never got your name.” You pointed out to him. He chucked and said. “How rude of me, you can call me Officer Kennedy.” The color must have drained from your face.

“It’s okay. It’s okay I’m sorry I should have said something earlier.” You felt like fainting, he grabbed a hold of your wait and gently helped you sit down.

“Oh.. my I didn’t even realize.” He shook his head. Brushing you off. “Honestly it’s okay… I’m glad your safe after all these years. To be honest I kinda tracked you down here.”

You looked at him confused. “ my friend Claire was reading the book, and she sent it to me. I just had to see you. I don’t really care for pumpkin ice coffee. I just overheard that you ordered it.” He laughed nervously.

You laughed at him and he smirked “so.. do you think I could get an autograph.”

[starqueensthings]

If It’s Not You, It’s Not Anyone.

Ficlets inspired by song lyrics: part two.

Pairing: ARC Echo x GN!Reader

POV/WC: 2nd, but from Echo's perspective, 2082 words

Rating/Warnings: Teen. Overall fluffy but with significant mentions of anxiety. Seggsy time is implied a few times also.

A/N: while this isn’t my favourite song in the world, I’ve never been able to listen to it without this kind of imagery floating through my mind. I love the lyrics, especially when I fit them into an ARC Echo sized box. Not proof or beta read (and I’m notorious for making up my own words when I can’t think of the one I want… fair warning.) ENJOY. 

“Forever’s not enough time to love you the way that I want, because every morning I find you, I fear the day that I don’t. You say that I won’t lose you but you can’t predict the future ‘cause certain things are out of our control. If you ever move on without me, I need to make sure you know: you are the only one I’ll ever love… if it’s not you it’s not anyone.”

[Anyone - Justin Bieber]

He wasn’t a betting man anymore, the days he’d found himself brazen enough to wager his belongings were long since outgrown, and now merely a memory of the past brought up too frequently atop relentless jeers from his brother, Fives. The purgatorial hours after curfew but preceding sleep, saw Domino Squad sprawled across a table, discarded face cards tossed aside as the boys bickered with each other over who lay claim to the prize pot anchoring their fun. Echo was only too miserable to watch his prized possessions float from his clutches, lost to the treachery of one bad poker hand after another, the certainty of his impending win often betrayed by Hevy’s nearly inscrutable bluffing skills. “Just lucky, I guess,” the broad shouldered soldier would coo across the table with a wink, smirking as his fingers draped themselves eagerly around the mountain of contraband that he’d won.

Time and experience had seen a shift in priorities. Life… war… had quickly reinforced the notion that the distribution of Lady Luck’s attention was entirely unpredictable, and trying to elucidate her choices could send a man spiraling into an anguished insanity. It was far simpler to just swallow the bitter pill of unreasoning: sometimes you simply had her favour, and sometimes you did not (and Hevy, somehow, seemed to always have it).

Departing the protective bubble of Kamino’s isolation had proved less of a challenge than Echo anticipated thanks to the unexpected comfortability of their first posting. Surveilling the Rishi system from the stillness of a desolate moon was barely a challenge for the squad’s capable hands, especially after years of conditioning had endowed their expectations with images of carnage and violence, but despite the perceived insignificance of their objective, their overseeing officers were no less regimented or dogmatic than those whom had raised them. Tactics and strategy continued to be encouraged at every possible opportunity; obedience enforced, and discipline expected. “Segregation from the front lines is no excuse for complacency,” their sergeant would iterate repeatedly. “Any brother would be lucky to have landed this posting. Take it seriously.”

Between inappropriately fluffy songs, Clone Nation Radio recounted the events of battles fought across the galaxy, perfectly mirroring the sergeants continued pleas. Seemingly the only squad member willing to heed the advice, the quiet hours on the distant moon saw Echo pouring over schematics, the memorization of regulation manuals presenting him with the perfect shield against the potential chill of Lady Luck’s cold shoulder. His brothers’ snide remarks about indulging in this new ‘strange’ habit, simply rolled off his armoured shoulders. “We’ll see who gets the last laugh when these ‘dumb manuals’ help me out-survive all of you,” he would always chirr back with a roll of his eyes.

Yet his incessant need to retain information had unknowingly only sharpened a double-edged sword. In his earnest to ensure a complete competency, his shield of preparedness had rendered him protected on one hand, but preoccupied on the other, with the unknown shift in his awareness exposing a notion shared by many troopers: that the monster of mortality is all-too happy to lay-in-wait long enough for him to be forgotten about, pushed to the back burner a overly confident soldier's mind.  

The Rishi posting was quiet… until it wasn’t. Kamino seemed a fortress impenetrable to external threat… until it wasn’t. Both events had struck Echo with a hard blow of realization that tactics can only ensure a portion of one's safety, schematics will not prevent an invasion, one must learn to expect only that which is unexpected, and there are variables far outside any one man’s control. Lady Luck will ultimately always get to play her game…

And sadly, he’d seen too many brothers had crumple at his side, their torches snuffed in a fraction of a blink, many of them with packs and pouches full of treats that they’d won in a game the previous night. Why is it that Luck had caressed them then, only to fatally betray them hours later? 

No, his betting days were behind him… and then there was you.   

Now? He’d have bet everything he ever owned that your hair was the softest the universe had ever seen. Even after hours of fervent frolicking between the sheets, your bodies entwining with the desperate desire to reacquaint after so many rotations apart, and each strand having been tugged, bunched, knotted and tossed in the name of a passionate routine so mesmerizing that time itself seemed to pause, it still felt like silk draped between his fingers. 

He’d have wagered every credit in the galaxy that history had never seen a hand fit more perfectly into another like yours fit into his. It was as if the Maker had initially sculpted your bodies as one, only to have it fall from Mortis and fracture, the pieces seamlessly fitting together to reestablish his physical rendering of love. 

And he’d have bet that, in all the systems he’d traversed, none of them orbited a sun even remotely as radiant as the twinkle in your eye. A luminescence shining from deep inside of you unrivaled by any charted celestial body; a lighthouse that he was all-too willing to let endlessly guide him into your embrace… back home. 

Definity now seemed attainable. He had never been surer of anything or anyone in his entire life, and such a certainty had been achieved without the memorization of manuals, and without the aid of instructions, tactics, or strategy. Embedded with the impenetrable protection of your belief in him, his shield now seemed the perfect match for redirecting every potential blow of Lady Luck’s unpredictable tantrums; his irrefutable love for you unwavering despite the external chaos. 

But always a double edged sword, the 'distraction' of your love ensured that the undoubtability of your union walked hand-in-hand with unpredictability… with fear and anxiety. The monster of mortality, while frequently concealed behind dense clouds of bliss and enamoring twinkles of light, was never again truly absent from Echo’s awareness, and the harrowing chirp of a deployment transmission ringing from his wristcom acted as a stark reminder that the monster was always waiting patiently for an opportunity to rob the universe of such beauty.     

“What’s on your mind, love?” you would ask in those moments, when the surging heat of your frenzied entanglement subsided and the stillness of the night exposed his resurging anxiety. But your query needn’t ever be spoken; the cause of the deepening crease between his brows and the frown tugging at his lips was a mystery to no one, and part of him wondered if you only uttered the question aloud knowing that the sound of your voice would soothe him in a way that nothing else could.

“You are, Cyare,” he would always answer, too aware that the unnatural smile hitched to his lips would provoke nothing but a skeptical cock of your eyebrow, yet too willing to deny his fear its chance in the light.   

This routine transpired only a handful of times before you’d successfully pulled the truth from him, his desire to remain a pillar of strength simply no match for the knowing twinkle in your eye, its majesty quickly summoning the anxiety from the depths of his gut and out past his lips.

The truth finally spoken: that he was scared to lose each other, to lose you, intensely fearful that every sorrowful departure preceding a deployment would be the last. His tactical mind was painfully aware that the probabilities of him safely returning home varied largely from one mission to the next, the chances laced with a risk that was incalculable… unpreparable despite his every effort.  

But even fatality seemed a welcome alternative to his greatest fear of all: that he would return home from a long deployment to find the twinkle banished from your eyes, that he would find a person no longer blind to the fact that a life built on the shoulders of a soldier was one laden with an unavoidable and potent neglect, and that you’d become a person no longer willing to suffer the solitude that accompanied his absence.  

“I’m not going anywhere, Echo,” you would always reassure him. “It’s you and me, my love. Until the end of the universe.”

The mantra never lost its purity despite how often you chorused it to him with your fingers intertwined tightly between his, or your forehead pressed to his in a motion of complete connection, but tonight felt… different. Despite your recited promise and the intimate swaddle of your body around his, Echo could not shake the feeling of dread simmering in his gut. 

“What is it?” you probed in barely more than a whisper, your hands stalling their thoughtless swirls atop his skin, fingers instead nestling themselves between the swells of his heaving chest. 

“Nothing, Mesh’la.” He couldn’t quite quantify the intensity of his anxieties tonight, for even unspoken they seemed baseless and irrational. How could he express that the gnawing of his upcoming deployment felt more formidable this time, when he knew his words would serve no purpose other than plaguing you with worry? He had no desire to let his malignant fears rob you of the listful peace that he so badly longed for in these moments. 

You hummed quietly, toes shifting to gently glide along the top of his foot, the sensation grounding him enough to tighten his grasp around your shoulders. “I’m not going to call you a liar,” you snorted as you nuzzled into his side, “but it kinda smells like your pants might be on fire.” 

He should have expected such a response; you’d always been quick to wit, quick to humour, quick to ensure that, even in the enshadowed bedroom where the only light came from the patchwork quilt of a million other windows scattered from here to the horizon, he felt utterly seen. 

A small sigh stalled his explanation, his plagued mind still attempting to grapple for some semblance of justification. “I don’t know,” he posed, pausing to press his lips to your forehead, the familiar fragrance of your hair wafting into his nose easing only a fraction of his worry. “Something feels… weird. I can’t shake the feeling that something is going to go amiss during this next one.” 

“Sounds like a bad case of the ‘send-off scaries’,” you chuckled, shifting your head on his shoulder to watch your fingers resume their mindless doodles across his skin.

“No, Mesh’la,” he protested, the ghost of misunderstood frustration dancing across his tense features as he retracted his arm from around you and pushed himself into a seated position. “It’s more than that, but… I can’t explain it.” 

You shifted your posture to mirror his, scooping his hands into yours and squeezing his palms tightly to prevent him from shielding his face. “Perhaps it’s because this one is a little riskier than some of the others?” you proposed, trying to catch the eyes that he’d deliberately averted from you. “You were saying the Citadel is pretty heavily fortified, right? Maybe it’s the fact that the archive maps are dated and incomplete that has you a little more anxious than usual.” 

“Yeah… maybe,” he sighed solemnly, only barely resisting the urge to shake his head and argue.  

“You and Fives are an unshakable team,” you persisted. “Especially with Rex and the General beside you. You all have an innate call to protect each other. Just have faith… trust your instincts. They’ve never led you astray, my love. In fact–” a gentle guiding finger under his chin pulled his anguished gaze back to you, “–they led you right to me.” 

There it was, dancing in your eyes as if fueled by starlight, the twinkle that reminded him time-and-time-again that nothing could rob him of his home… of his home in you.

“You’re right, Cyare,” he conceded, leaning in to graze his smiling lips against yours. “I love you. It’s you and me to the end of the universe.” 

No, he wasn’t anymore… but if he was a betting man, that lingering moment of quiet assurances with breath dancing atop each other's cheeks and lips moving to convey an unspoken message, he’d have wagered that the very stars aligned the night he met you. He’d have bet there wasn’t a force anywhere in this galaxy stronger than his connection to you… and you can bet that if only an ounce of his courage remains intact when he returns home from that wretched fortress, the first place you’ll find him is in your doorway, perched on one knee with a ring in his hand and a plea in his eyes. You can bet that, if Lady Luck’s cold shoulder ever robbed you of each other, his love for you, and only you, would be a promise more steadfast and unwavering than time itself.

taglist: @anxiouspineapple99 @sinfulsalutations

[vintagepresley]

If you’re not comfortable with writing this I totally understand but with all the appreciation of Elvis’ ass lately, could I request reader giving big daddy elvis a blowjob only she keeps going lower and lower if you know what I mean :)(basically the reader eats elvis’ ass)

OHMYGOD. Please this is certainly not out of my comfort zone. I love this man’s ass. I’ve been wanting to write something like this, but wasn’t too sure how others would feel. Thank you!!! This is inspired by that video of his ass I posted yesterday! I’m not sure who wants to be tagged in this so I won’t tag anyone, lol. I've never written anything like this before so if it's not good.. Well, sorry!

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Warnings:18+SMUTMSUTSMUT Oral (male receiving), deepthroating, anilingus, anal play. 

1977

The roar of the crowd could be heard backstage as his fans excitedly waited for him to take the stage soon. Elvis was backstage not yet in his jumpsuit as he was still getting ready and you sat on the couch watching him as you always did. Your favorite thing to do was just watch him get ready for his shows and slip into his jumpsuits, which was your favorite part. You could never keep your eyes off him in that thing especially with the way his ass fit into it. Elvis was fully aware of your obsession with his ass with all your constant grabbing and slapping of it. He didn’t mind it, but sometimes he’d have to fight you off him. But you couldn’t help yourself. It was so round and thick that when he wore his jumpsuits it made his ass look so tight and juicy, it practically had you salivating at the sight of it. 

He had some time before he had to go out onstage because crowds were still coming in and filling seats and with the guys elsewhere. Since he wasn’t dressed yet you had gotten a naughty little idea into your head. When Elvis came to sit beside you he glanced over to see you smiling at him. He raised an eyebrow at you. “What?” he mumbled. 

You chewed on your bottom lip and let out a soft giggle. “Mm.. I was thinking I’d like to give you something to wish you luck on your show tonight.” you hummed. 

“Oh yeah? And what might that be, honey?” he grinned. 

You stood up from the couch and walked in front of him, standing in between his legs and you leaned down to press a little kiss to his soft lips. “You just sit back and let me show you..” you whispered to him as you slowly sank down to your knees in front of him, the harsh carpeting brushing up against your bare knees. A little smirk played on his lips as he stared down at you on your knees, he wouldn’t say no to an offer like this. He let out a soft content sigh as he leaned back against the couch, getting comfortable and you could see him already getting excited at the very thought of you giving him a blowjob that his cock was already pitching a tent in his pants. You bit down on your bottom lip watching his large member growing before you, which only excited you even more as you eagerly slipped your fingers between the waistband of his sweatsuit pants and you began to tug them down and he slightly lifted his hips up to help you slip his pants down with ease and then you stripped them off him completely, tossing them to the side. Now you were face to face with his aching cock that dangled in front you and precum slowly moistening the tip of his cock. 

He let out a soft exhale as he kept his eyes on you, reaching down to tuck your hair behind your ears as he licked over his lips, anticipating the feeling of your mouth around him. Your lashes fluttered as you stared up at him, wrapping your hand around his cock and causing his hips to slightly buck. “Daddy’s so sensitive today, huh?” you giggled watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, he nodded at your words. You grinned and stuck your tongue out swirling it around the tip of his cock and then gliding it down the shaft, feeling him twitch and throb against your tongue as you ran it back up to the tip, he groaned and let out soft whimpers as you slowly started stroking his cock as your teased his tip a little more before you took his cock inch by inch into your mouth until he hit back of your throat. His head rested back against the couch as he let out a louder groan, reaching down to tangle his hand into your hair. 

“Damn, that feels so good, baby..” he mumbled between heavy breaths. 

His words made you happy as you sucked his cock slowly, making soft slurping sounds as your tongue swirled around him as he guided your head, bobbing it slowly and causing you to gag when his cock hit the back of your throat with each slow movement. You let out soft moans around him and small pools of saliva already gathering at the sides of your mouth and dripping along his swollen cock and down his balls. You loved hearing him groan louder as he fell deeper into his arousal, you stared up at him with wide eyes seeing how much he was enjoying it and then you slipped his cock out of your mouth, watching the saliva drip down his cock and then you laid your tongue flat against his shaft and slid it down toward his balls, licking each one and then taking them into your mouth and sucking on them as you stroked his cock above you and with your other hand you grasped his balls which caused a loud needy whimper to escape him as you squeezed his balls in your hand, massaging them slowly as your mouth continued to suck on them until you released and teased your tongue over his swollen balls. Your tongue inched lower and lower below his balls and he raised an eyebrow when he noticed you going so low and then your hands grasped his legs, tugging at them for him to push himself off the couch a bit and he did so without hesitation. You lifted his legs up just enough to hover above the floor and for you to have access to his ass. 

He continued to stare down at you as your tongue laid flat against his balls, flicking and licking them slowly and you placed your hands onto his inner thighs and spread his legs further apart as your tongue found its way down to his rim. The moment your warm wet tongue dipped against his rim you felt him jump a bit and you let out a soft giggle. He was not expecting that and didn’t know how to feel about it, but he wasn’t doing anything to stop either. He was curious. He never had a woman do what you were about to do for him. When you saw he wasn’t stopping you a smirked formed on your lips and you teased your tongue around his rim slowly, laying your tongue flat up against it and giving it wide lick and you reached up to take his cock back in your hand and stroking it as your tongue worked its way around his rim and you felt his body shudder at the feeling and he moaned softly. The stimulation of your tongue and stroking his cock was doing things for him he had never felt before and he had to admit.. He loved it. 

He was so sensitive already that each time your tongue hit up against his asshole he whimpered in pleasure and now his hand that was still tangled in your hair pushed your face deeper between his ass and your eyes widened with delight as you stared up at him, stroking his cock nice and slow as you spit onto his needy tight heat and then slowly dipping your tongue inside of him and his eyes rolled back and he moaned loudly and you began to pump your tongue inside of his tight ass, getting it in deeper with each pump and circling around inside of him. “Oh god.. T-That feels so good..” he cried, as his moans grew louder and his body responded in a way he wasn’t used to. It was so overstimulating for him and just feeling your tongue fuck him made him crave more. You loved how much he was enjoying it because you were loving it even more. You slipped your tongue out of his ass and traced it along the rim and the feeling of your warm breath hitting against his sensitive hole drove him wild. You dragged your tongue up and down between his ass, touching every sensitive nerve as you played with his hole. You licked your lips, kitten licking him all the way back up to his balls and over the shaft of his cock and you took him back into your mouth and this time taking his cock deep into your throat, wanting to get saliva all over him so it leaked down between his ass. 

Elvis let out soft noises and his whimpers only grew as you deepthroated his cock, gagging around him quietly and releasing his saliva covered cock and giggling softly seeing the look of pleasure on his face as your stroke all the saliva along his cock and you took some on your fingers and ran them down between his ass, tracing your wet fingers along his stretched rim and his hips convulsed feeling your fingers tease him in that way as you got him nice and wet. “I-I want to feel your tongue again, baby.. Please..” he begged so needily. You nodded at his words with a grin. Your hand around his cock pumping the head at a steady pace and your face buried back between his ass and you shoved your tongue deep inside of him, pumping quickly and wiggling your tongue around inside of him, staring up at him through your lashes and seeing how much pleasure you were giving him that he was grasping the couch beneath him, breathing heavily, panting between each loud desperate moan as he begged for more. You quickened your pace, fucking his tight hole with your tongue deeper until your tongue completely disappeared inside of him and that sent him over the edge. He could feel his orgasm building within him and he felt his body becoming numb and his mind was running wild and felt as if the room was spinning as his vision went fuzzy as his orgasm rose to the surface. You were stroking his cock and tongue fucking his ass at the same fast pace that he couldn’t hold on any longer. He felt like he was going to explode and he grabbed a hold of your hair, tugging at it as he pulled your head back and your tongue slipping out of him and he shoved his cock back into your mouth, releasing his warm load down your throat and you moaned softly, swallowing every bit of him down and your hand grabbed his balls, squeezing and working them in your grasped as you traced your fingertips over his stretched rim and suckling at the tip of his cock as you milked every last drop of his cum out of him as he fed you a big load. 

“Goddamn, baby… Fuck..” he moaned loudly as he finished and he pulled your head back as his body collapsed against the couch tiredly, his body nearly trembling and his cock twitching as it slowly grew flaccid. You watched him and smirked to yourself a soft giggle escaping you as you licked his cum off your lips and slipped your fingers that played with his ass into your mouth, sucking the taste of him off before you got up from the floor and climbed into his lap, grabbing a hold of his face and kissing him deeply, making him taste himself and he wrapped his arms around you and deepen the kiss, moaning against your lips until he pulled back from the kiss and looking at you with such a surprised look upon his face. “Jesus, that was uh.. I liked that..” he admitted shyly. You laughed softly, running your hands along his chest.

“Mm, something told me that you would..” you hummed, smirking. 

Elvis exhaled sharply, forgetting he still had a show to do until he heard the crowd again, he had no idea how he was going to focus without thinking about what you did to him. He was hooked and was already wanting to do it again. 

[crownedtargaryen]

and lust. aegon x reader

MASTERLIST pairing: aegon x reader (a/n): i’ve gifted an aegon angst drabble to you all today (thanks to @asa-do-your-thing for picking which piece gets posted today and proof reading for me!) CW: ANGST, broken family, mentions of cheating, mild manipulation all notes are appreciated. words: 1.5k tag list: @howyouloveyourdragon @hopelesswritergall @asa-do-your-thing @its-actually-minicika @clairacassidy @lovelykhaleesiii @arcielee

Aegon Targaryen has a reputation for being a selfish and cruel ruler. However, his spouse is helping him stay focused on his duties. Despite this, being around the dragon is not enjoyable for her. In the past, she had a romantic relationship with Prince Aemond, but now she is obliged to be with her drunken partner sitting next to her.

Aegon admits that he finds her desirable and wants to change for her. As his wife, she has put in a lot of effort, including bearing their children from loveless sexual relations. Their sons have grown into beautiful and strong men, each different from their father. Aegon loves his boys dearly, and she has grown to love Aegon as he has made an effort to be a good father, despite his own mother's shortcomings.

As I entered Rhaemond's chambers, I saw my husband sitting with our teenage son and two younger sons. They were all staring at an egg placed within the fire in front of them. Rhaemond noticed my arrival and quickly stood up, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Mother, mother!" exclaimed my son, his voice filled with joy and excitement. The other boys turned to look at him, their faces lighting up with anticipation. "Father is helping me watch my egg before bedtime! Come see!" he urged, tugging at my hand eagerly. I couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm and followed him to where he sat down next to the fire, his eyes fixed on the bright white egg nestled in the flames.

As I sat down beside him, I couldn't help but admire the sight. My husband, Aegon, had Hael cuddled up sleepily in his lap, his eyes closed as he snuggled into his father's embrace. Vaenor, our eldest son, sat next to me with a more contemplative and serious expression on his face, but his love for his family was clear as he smiled at me warmly.

We sat there in silence, the only sounds coming from the crackling of the fire and the soft breathing of my family. Vaenor and Rhaemond rested their heads on my arms, their bodies exhausted from the day's activities but happy to be with their entire family. It was rare for us to have the opportunity to spend quality time together, as Aegon's responsibilities as king often kept him away from home.

I looked over at my husband, who was staring at Hael lovingly as he petted his son's head. The curly tuft of white hair on Hael's head flattened with each careful stroke, and Aegon looked up at me with a smile, his eyes filled with love and contentment. It was moments like this that made all of the hardships of ruling a kingdom worth it.

With the help of Vaenor, I am able to lift my son Rhaemond from the floor and place him gently on the bed next to his brother Hael. Aegon, my husband, kisses each of the boys on their heads before turning to Vaenor and giving him a pat on the shoulder, followed by a tender kiss on his forehead. His kind gesture is a testament to the bond they share. As Aegon slowly leaves the room, I remain standing there, feeling a mix of emotions. It's then that Vaenor grabs my wrist, his grip firm but gentle, and pulls me towards him, urging me to look into his eyes. Despite everything that has happened, my son's unwavering strength and resilience never cease to amaze me.

In a hushed tone, the young man leaned in towards me and spoke softly, his words carrying a weight of concern. "Mother, I've been hearing some unsettling things about Father," he confided. Intrigued, I inquired further, and he nestled his head into my hand with a contented sigh. Leaning in closer to catch every word, I gently cupped his cheek, causing his deep purple eyes to widen in surprise. His lips quivered slightly as he continued to murmur under his breath, revealing the depth of his worries.

"He's been bedding whores," he croaks out, making me cringe. Vaenor's eyes lock onto mind, sympathy and love in his gaze. I feel my heart ache as I nod in response to his concerns, moving in and gently kissing his cheek. Vaenor's expression grows to one of confusion at my calm response to his worries.

"I'm aware," I murmur weakly, my son's eyes glistening with anger. "It's been a growing problem moon after moon. I will speak to him, alright? Please refrain from acting rashly." My son does not seem pleased by this, but he hesitantly obeys and sighs. "Now, see to it you have comforting dreams. I will visit you when the morrow comes."

With a heavy heart, I make my way to my chambers and open the door slowly, feeling Aegon's eyes gazing harshly at my figure, making me shiver with mild discomfort. "Wife," he murmurs, making my body tense.

"Husband," I murmur coldly in response, shakily exhaling as I turn to him. "Vaenor as brought time news." I watch as Aegon's face contorts to one of confusion as she sits up. I've now noticed he is nude and comfortable, possibly not the best time to bring this up. But, it's best now than never.

"You've brought whores into our bed," I murmured, turning from him. I feel the tension grow thick, not even having to look at Aegon to know he's washed with grief. "I love you," he breathes, his voice filled with wonder and surprise. "I never want to lose you."

His words are all he can muster, the tears beginning to well up in my eyes as I wipe my cheeks with the backs of my hands.

"Then why dishonor this family we've built? I thought you'd improved. I-" my voice cracks as I say these words, clenching my dress tightly. I hear shuffling, not acknowledging such things as Aegon rises from the bed and steps toward me. "Am I not enough?"

"Gods no!" Aegon says sternly, placing a hand on my shoulder which I shrug away, feeling him wince from the gesture. "It was a drunken mistake, I swear it."

"And I don't believe you."

"I'd never consciously risk our family over a whore, I'd never risk your heart," he whispers, trying to reach for me once more. Swiftly, I move away.

"And you don't know what love is."

"Oh, the infatuation of youth! Love is wanting someone to understand you!" he preaches as if he's some sort of enthusiast on the matter. It makes me sick.

"And heartbreak," I bark back.

"And compassion," he reminds.

"The sacred bonds of the family!" I shout in anger, my heart clenching. He gave up our family for some whore.

"And lust," His words sink into my skin, scorching and harsh, making tears fall down my cheeks. "I will never give you up. We will get through this together." he's ripping me apart. Aegon reaches for me once more, and I tug away.

"Am I not enough for you?" he asks, ignoring the red-hot anger flashing in my eyes.

"Yes," I coldly whisper in response, wiping my eyes. Aegon stares in shock as I speak up once more. "You've broken your promise, gods forgive me for being so naive as to believe you were becoming a loyal man."

I can feel myself trembling, though the fight within me is not diminished.

"How do you know? How could you possibly know what love is?" Aegon whispers, making my anger boil.

"Because it's what I feel for you. And it's what I've felt for you for so long that I can't imagine being anything other than happy to be with you, even when you're an infatuated, adolescent idiot with those silk street whores," I murmured, surprised by his actions as he shakes his head, smiling.

"I have a feeling this will be one of those problems I can't resolve, and which I'll regret for a long time to come." He raises an eyebrow and then finally touches my shoulder. "Well, that and the fact that I made you cry again." I pause, sighing. Of course, I grow to forgive him, how could I not? I had no choice.

"I beg of you, never leave me," I plead. "I will stay by your side until you are well and healthy again." I yearn to gaze into his eyes and implore him to never repeat these actions, but the weight of my emotions overwhelms me, and I break down into uncontrollable sobs.

"I promise," he assures me, his words tumbling out through sobs of his own, "I will never leave you."

Despite his broken speech I continued to weep as I sense the sincerity in his vow. I wipe away a tear that threatens to spill over as I observe the concern etched on his face, the same face I had always trusted. He bends down and enfolds me in a tight embrace, my tears soaking into his bare skin while his warmth infuses me with renewed strength. Whispers escape his lips as he holds me close, "I could never bear to lose you, my beloved." As I hold him back, his sorrowful expression transforms into one of peace.

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I’ve sent you some questions before but not sure if you received them because you never replied ☹️ don’t you reply all of your questions? Or you just didn’t receive them at all?

Anyways, just want to say that regardless of some people (and I bet they’re just a few, or almost non existent) that seem to not be enjoying the way GC are going, PLEASE continue with the story! Most of us are eagerly enjoying and anticipating each chapter and it’s been lovely to do so! You’re an amazing writer and GC is incredible! Also, if the up coming smut is anything like A Little Bit of Painting then the wait is going to be totally worth it!

Lots of luv,

M.

Hay, M! I do reply to all of the asks I get. The only ones I leave out are the requests since I try to work on them to post on the request. So unless your ask was a request or an ask that I still haven't gotten through (some take me a little longer to address), then I probably didn't receive your questions (இ﹏இ`。)

Thank you so much for your support, after that anon sent me the ask, I've received so much support from you guys, I feel like the universe is on my side again! So thank you so much for reading and enjoying GC, it's my baby, so whenever I get love, it truly fills my heart with joy.

And regarding the smut, it's most definitely going to be like A Little Bit of Paint, sprinkled with some of the touch-starved Rem from No Sweeter Innocence Than Our Gentle Sin. Not to mention there is going to be a really sweet scene between Siri and Vixen in a few weeks time.

Read Gilded Constellations

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

Looking for someone to post this for me because I need it to be anonymous! They were both looking so hot in the photos from Vegas on Friday night, I couldn’t imagine them getting out of their hotel room without a struggle.

“Dude!”

She sounded… was it angry?

“What the hell?”

Travis turned around, still fastening his wristwatch, to find Taylor emerging from the bathroom in a very short, very tight leather dress, sky high strappy heels and her signature perfect hair and make up.

He really had been working on being more articulate around her but the sight before him was a serious challenge to the blood flow to his brain. He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Fuuuuck, Tay.”

He forced his gaze back up to her face to find her eyes roaming over him in a manner that could only be described as ravenous.

“Trav, are you seriously expecting me to just be able to leave this room with you looking like that?”

He managed to tear his gaze away from where the chocolate brown leather met her clavicle and looked down at his peach-toned matching set. He’d worn much more outlandish things by her side before and she’d never complained. “You don’t like it?”

Taylor rolled her eyes but she didn’t look mad. “Oh, I definitely like it, Trav. I can see every subtle shift and movement of every one of your perfect muscles in that outfit.” She fanned herself theatrically. “You are far too hot for me to let you be seen by any other women. I mean, babe, when I first opened this door I really let myself admire the view while your back was turned. You are one spectacular piece of ass, Travis Kelce.”

“Huh.” Travis grinned. “So you’re not gonna take this perfect opportunity to make a joke about my position?”

Taylor grinned at him wickedly. “I have so many different positions coming to mind right now and not one of them is appropriate for Sunday Night Football.”

Travis looked longingly back at her then cautioned a glance at his watch.

“I mean, we are ready pretty early. We didn’t say we’d meet them until at least ten.”

“Uh huh.” Taylor nodded eagerly, stalking towards him and reaching for the soft fabric of his sweater.

“And we can put ourselves back together pretty quickly, right?” By now she was up on tiptoes and her red lips were on his neck so he didn’t really need much more in the way of convincing. He ran a finger tip along the neckline of her dress and she shivered in anticipation of what he might do next. He loved it when that happened. It was like she’d never been properly taken care of before, every little way he touched her was met with such an ecstatic reaction.

“You really have poured yourself into this tight little thing just for me, haven’t you?” he murmured as she frantically pushed his sweater up under his armpits, urging him to pull it over his head and out of her way. He complied hastily, only to return his hands to the bare backs of her upper thighs and pull her body right up against his.

“It unzips in the back,” she whispered shakily against his throat and once her little hands had snaked around his waist and settled under the globes of his ass, he didn’t need telling twice.

“Pat will understand,” he said, mostly to himself, as he peeled the leather down the length of Taylor’s toned arms, revealing the swell of her breasts spilling over the top of a sheer lace corset. “He’s had the love of his life since high school. I’ve only just found you and I’ve got all that lost time to make up for.”

When he looked up to meet her gaze, Taylor’s expression was so tender that Travis felt the tears spring to his eyes. “I never knew it could be like this, Tay,” he whispered. “Thank you, baby, for giving me a chance.”

He could see that her eyes were misty too but the tenderness quickly turned to playfulness, another of the qualities he loved about her. She grabbed his wrist and showed him his watch. “Travis, you know I love you and you know how new and mind-blowing all of this is for me too but we’ve got some serious, you know, mind-blowing to do right now and we have a couple with a babysitter waiting on us. You’re on the clock, baby.”

Travis grinned. “It’s been said I do my best work when the lights get brighter and the stakes are higher.”

Taylor waggled her eyebrows. “Let’s break a couple more records.”

😂 do with this whatever you want, world.

[starsofmilos]

Bet (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: how about Adrian and the reader placing a bet to see who can go without the other longer

Request: I have a smutty request; I am really in the mood for something where the reader is being very teasing and bratty and Adrian spanks her. He’s working on repairing his suit or cleaning his weapons and the reader keeps trying to distract him and rile him up and he finally snaps. 

So this is also a based around Adrian’s birthday and I know it’s late. I’ve just been kinda under the weather and after this I shall be posting a new witch reader part and part one of a new series!

Masterlist

Warnings: p in v, spanking, cursing, teasing, degrading, oral (male and female receiving), face sitting, face fucking, overstimulation, fluff, sir kink

“Happy birthday!!!” You yelled out jumping on Adrian who laid on the bed sleeping. He grinned pulling you under the covers with him to wrap you in a hug.

“Thank you lovely..” You smiled as he kissed your forehead nuzzling your neck. 

“Of course gotta celebrate it since you’re so old now-” Adrian jabbed your ribs making you laugh. 

“I appreciate the morning wake up but let’s sleep for longer yeah?”

“But if you sleep how am I supposed to give you your gift.” You whispered in his ear kissing his jaw.

Adrian glared a bit before sitting up, “Fine. I’m up. Now get over here!” 

You screeched a bit as he pulled you on his lap when you tried to leave the bed.

“Let me go get the gift!” 

“I thought you were my gift? I’m so down to just fucking devour you instead of cake.” You shivered a bit as his hand slid up and down your thigh. 

He began laying kisses on your neck sliding your shirt up to play with the hem of your underwear.

You grabbed his hand laying a kiss on it before placing it down. “Later I promise. Your actual gift is in the kitchen.”

Adrian groaned as you managed to wiggle away from him. “Come back!”

He whined as you smiled shaking your head. “If you want me you have to catch me!”

Adrian raised his eyebrow throwing the cover off, “Don’t tempt me. If I catch you we are not leaving this bed.”

“Hmm that’s only if you could catch me. You’re so old now I don’t know if you could keep up old man-” You squealed as he leaped out of bed without warning running to you. 

You ran laughing as he chased you down the hall reaching out for you. You ran behind the couch panting as he circled you waiting for you to try to make a break for it.

“Okay you win! You can catch me if you can!”

“Nope not gonna count until I actually have you.” He grinned jumping over the couch laughing as you ran to the kitchen. Adrian stopped seeing a plate of pancakes in the shape of well what looked to be hearts on the counter.

“Did you make me pancakes?” You nodded smiling.

“I tried to make hearts, but as you can see I did not succeed. If anything they look like..”

“Boobs.”

“I was thinking messed up octagons, but if you say boobs.”

Adrian grinned seeing bacon and hash browns next to the pancakes. All his favorites. Although seeing all the food just made him want you more. 

He used the opportunity of you anticipating his response to grab you. You chuckled as he threw you over his shoulder taking you to the room. 

“Wait! The food will get cold-”

“I can reheat it. What I really want is right here.” You yelped as he slapped your ass throwing you on the bed.

“So needy.” Adrian nodded kissing you.

“What do you expect? How can I resist my pretty girl all hot and doing cute shit like making boob shaped pancakes and my favorite foods..God I love you..”

You smiled kissing him back, “I love you too..I love you so so much!”

Adrian kissed you eagerly, “Fuck I got so fucking lucky. You know you could do way better than me right? Like at most what I got going for me is being great in bed-”

“Shut up!” You covered his mouth shaking your head. “You’re the most perfect thing in my eyes the fact that you’re great in bed is just a plus. Even if you weren’t I’d have no problem teaching you.”

Adrian licked your hand, “Well as much as I would like that I like knowing I can make you so fucking weak with a single touch.”

You moaned as he slid his hand up your (his) shirt palming your chest. “Please if anything I make you w-weak..” 

Adrian smirked kissing your neck, “You sure about that? Seems to me you’re losing your words?”

You glared pulling him into a kiss leaving him panting. Adrian stared at you flush. “See I didn’t lose my breath.” 

“Yeah how can I not?” You chuckled beginning to tug his clothes off stopping when Adrian uttered the phrase that would change the rest of your week.

“Besides I know that I can go way longer without you than you can without me.” 

“Excuse me?” You snorted letting him go. “You really think I can’t last without you?”

“I know you can’t. You’re my needy girl.”

“I can live without sex. It’s you who can’t Adrian.”

“I can go without sex! I did it before we got together I can do it again-”

“Bull crap! You had threesomes with Peacemaker-”

“I managed to get girls only as Vigilante. You picked me willingly.”

“I did and that is not something I will never regret, but I will not let you think you can last longer than me.”

“Sounds to me like you wanna bet on it.”

“You know actually I do.” 

“You do?”

“Yes I think I can last longer without sex. If I know you like I hope I do, then you’ll cave first.” Adrian grinned feeling his cock twitch.

Fuck he was screwed. 

“Fine.”

“Fine!” You kissed him before pushing him off of you. 

“Wait now!” You nodded getting up. 

“Yes what better time to start then the present.” Adrian sat up bumbling over his words.

“But but! It’s my birthday! You’re my gift remember!”

“Adrian I’m still your gift, but no sex. We can cuddle and kiss unless you wanna cave already?” Adrian glared before groaning.

“You suck.”

“Yeah usually I do along with swallowing but I’m not giving in first.”

“When I win you’re gonna fucking regret this!” You laughed going to the kitchen to eat breakfast. 

“I’m sure I will!!” Adrian sat bitterly eating the pancakes you made for him. You smiled giving him a small kiss. 

“Come on don’t pout it’s your birthday. I promise it’ll be over soon.” Adrian sighed smiling finally kissing you deeply.

“Thanks for breakfast lovely.” You grinned moving to sit on his lap. 

“Of course..” Adrian’s breath hitched as you leaned in kissing him. He knew most likely he would be the one to crack first, but he was gonna have as much fun as he could with this.

The rest of Adrian’s birthday was spent cuddled up on the couch feeding each other food while watching his favorite shows and movies. Adrian couldn’t help but crave more as you both laid together in bed later on that night.

“Y/N?...”

“Yes?”

“So I know we can’t fuck, but can we at least like make out and stuff.” You hummed in thought.

“I guess so long as we’re not having sex. Technically we can master bate too.” You grinned hearing Adrian shuffle to lay on top of you. 

He kissed you deeply getting to work to grind down on you. “Fuck me..I’ve wanted you like this all fucking day.

You moaned as he nipped your jaw moving down to kiss your neck. “So fucking pretty and shit. How the fuck can I not touch you?”

Adrian groaned feeling you thrust up against him. He spread your legs dry humping you grinning when you whined grasping his hair. 

“Fuck..fuck..” You bit your lip trying to quiet yourself. Adrian smirked before moaning himself as he went a bit rougher.

Right before you could begin to pull your (his) shirt off of you. Adrian rolled off of you squeezing his eyes shut. “Well that was nice I love you goodnight.”

“Wait that was it really?” Now you sounded desperate.

“Yeah unless you wanna cave first Y/N.” You glared at him turning over. 

“Nope goodnight.” Adrian laughed a bit pulling you to him humming.

“Night...I’ll probably leave in a bit though to rub one out in the shower.”

“Good I’ll use my vibrator when you go.” Adrian groaned nuzzling your neck. 

“I’m not leaving then.”

It had been three days and you were ready to cave. Your boyfriend was many things and smart was one of them. He knew you like the back of his hand. So many empty make out sessions and groping just for it to lead nowhere.

You were scared of losing. Adrian was playing dirty. 

He hoped getting you worked up would make you cave, but he had another thing coming. You knew Adrian was pretty much wrapped around your finger so you began to wear less clothing around the house.

One day though you could swear you saw him so close to cracking. 

“Adrian! Can you come in here please?” Adrian ran to your room smiling as you stood in front of the mirror.

“What’s up?”

“I’m trying to figure out what to wear for the day, but none of these make me feel comfy.” Adrian pouted at your words wrapping his hands around your waist.

“Well we have no plans of going out today so wear whatever you want sweets.” You smirked knowing you had him where you wanted him.

“Really?”

“Yeah really as long as you’re comfortable I don’t care what you wear especially here in the comfort of our home.” You nodded kissing his hands before untying your robe.

“In that case I won’t wear anything.” Adrian’s mouth dropped as you walked around him making sure to bend down to grab your phone off the floor.

“it is awfully cold though.” He glared as you shrugged heading to the living room. Without giving it a second thought, Adrian grabbed one of his shirts practically stomping behind you.

You yelped as you were harshly turned around. 

“Put it on.”

He hated the small grin you wore. “Nooo! Didn’t you say for me to be comfortable?”

“Y/N put it on.” Your eyes widened seeing that all too familiar look in his eyes. 

“If I don’t?”

“I swear to god if you don’t I will dress you myself.” You whimpered a bit as he kissed you before slapping your ass harshly. 

“Now put it on.” You nodded obeying him quickly. Adrian smiled kissing your forehead. “Good girl.”

You were so close to getting him to crack.

Adrian was on edge. It had officially been a week without you and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he missed you. 

You weren’t doing so good either, but if there was one thing about you that Adrian loved, it was your competitive streak.

Both of you got equally competitive with each other. It was a nice challenge to spice things up, but man was it kinda killing you and your ego.

Any attempts whatsoever were fails. 

Adrian had a strong will when he wanted too, but he had managed to avoid every one of your advances. It was killing him to do so, but he managed.

It was kinda bruising your self esteem a bit though because usually he was raring to go, but as of late he was practically avoiding every room you were in. 

He didn’t wanna risk any chances of losing. Out of the two of you, he knew the truth. Adrian was the needy one. When he was out on patrol he made sure to message you at least every hour. 

When he went on missions were the only times you didn’t hear from him. The second he’d get home though he practically became a leech. 

But you got nothing as of late. He didn’t even make out with you anymore and it was bothering you more than you care to admit. You wanted Adrian so bad, but maybe he was forcing himself to be with you intimately..

Today though Adrian was finally gonna crack. You were determined to get something out of him. You just didn’t realize that he was already on edge as it is. 

You walked into the living room hearing him curse under his breath as he tried to fix his visor. He could replace it entirely. He didn’t wanna spend unnecessary money though if he could fix it himself. 

Adrian smiled a bit as you leaned behind him wrapping your arms around him. “It broke?”

“Yeah stupid alien tried to stab my eyes not realizing I wear these for that exact reason..” He sighed humming as you kissed his neck.

“Hey calm down. I know you can fix them..” Adrian sighed in content as you nibbled his jawline. 

“Y/N while I love this I really wanna try to focus on fixing this.” You giggled a bit tilting his head back to kiss him properly.

“Am I distracting you?” Adrian groaned as you ran your hands down his chest.

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” You moved around the couch straddling him. 

“Y/N.” Adrian warned you as you continued kissing his neck sucking small marks. He gripped the couch cushions cursing as you ground your hips against him. 

“Come on Adrian..Touch me kiss me back please?” You begged into his ear beginning to pant as you grew heated. Adrian gripped your hips pulling you away.

“Is this you giving in? Because if it is I need you to say the words.” You whined as he stopped you from grinding down on him. 

“Come on say what I wanna hear.” You groaned shaking your head. 

“No I’m not giving in...” Adrian looked disappointed. You whined a bit as he let your hips go. 

“I’m just confused why you haven’t given in either! I’ve been doing everything Adrian! Is it me? Do I not dress good enough? Do you not wanna have sex with me?..” 

“Are you fucking serious right now?” You looked away feeling silly. Adrian scoffed turning your head to face him. 

“Do you have any idea how fucking badly I’ve wanted to bend you over the couch or counter or fuck basically anywhere and just completely wreck you?”

You whimpered as Adrian traced his thumb across your bottom lip. “You’ve been nothing but a fucking tease and you know what fine I’ll give you what you want. You win.” 

You moaned loudly as he dropped you over his lap having your face smushed against the couch. Adrian manhandled you until he was satisfied with the position you were in. 

He roughly yanked your sleep short and underwear off in one swoop. He groaned seeing the wet patch in your underwear. “So fucking wet already huh?”

You nodded whining as you spread your folds apart running his fingers along your slit. 

“Usually I’d give my good girl what she craves, but you’ve been a fucking brat. Pulling this stupid bet and having the audacity to say I don’t wanna have sex with you...Stupidest shit I’ve ever heard you say. I just didn’t wanna lose, but you know what I don’t care anymore.”

You gasped as he slapped your ass harshly. “What’s our safeword?”

“Teal..”

“Good..If it gets too much you say it got it?” 

“Yes..I know.” You wiggled your hips wanting him to touch you again. Adrian grinned before smacking your ass again. You groaned into the couch cushion as he rubbed your sore cheek.

“You’re gonna count for me okay?” You nodded eagerly crying out as he spanked you again.

“Count.”

“One..Two..” You whimpered as he sped up hitting you three times roughly.

“Three! Four!! Five!!” Adrian rubbed your red cheek moving his hand to the other cheek. 

“Again.”

“One..” You moaned as he pinched your clit. Adrian smirked before smacking you again.

“Fuck!” Tears brimmed your eyes as he laid a hard smack bruising your ass. Whining a bit as you tried to hide your face you weakly counted as he continued. 

Adrian rubbed your lower back as you cried a bit into the couch. “You okay?” 

“Yes..I’m okay..You can continue.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes please..I know I deserve this.” You sniffled as Adrian smiled rubbing your sore ass smirking a bit seeing your juices spread to your thighs. He knew you were enjoying this more than you cared to admit.

Feeling a bit merciful, he pushed two fingers inside of you slowly moving them. You made small noises grinding back on his hand to the best of your abilities. 

“Unnh..Oh fuck! Fuck! Adrian!” You lifted your head a bit gasping as he pulled away smacking your rear end once more. 

“Thirteen!” You made sure to count not wanting a harsher punishment than this. He smiled sitting you up. You sobbed a bit feeling him hug you close.

“You did such a good job accepting your punishment Y/N..My good little slut.”

“I’m your good little slut.” 

“Yes you are..Now spread your legs.” You straddled Adrian whimpering when he moved his hand down lazily circling your clit. 

“So fucking wet..I’m gonna fuck this pussy until you’re fucking sore. Fill you up with my fucking cum.” He growled out pushing his two fingers in again. You gripped his shoulders as he sped up his fingers.

“Fuck I wanna feel you fucking cum in my mouth. It’s been so long since I got to have my favorite meal. You want me to eat you out baby?”

“Yes. Yes please Adrian I do!” Adrian helped you down to your knees unbuckling himself. 

“Be a good slut and I’ll give you what you want.” He made a small show sucking his fingers clean as you pulled his boxers and pants down letting his cock spring free.

“Um..Adrian?..”

“Yes Y/N?”

“Can you take your shirt off? Please?..” He grinned nodding.

“Since you asked so nicely and accepted your punishment so well. Yes I can.” You admired him as he undressed leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. 

Grabbing his dick, you began to stroke him wanting him to praise you. Adrian sighed in content knowing he was not gonna last long. 

“Use your mouth.” 

Eagerly you nodded wrapping your lips around his head beginning to move down gagging a bit once you hit a little more than half. 

“Good girl..Fuck such a good girl.” Adrian gripped your hair holding you there. “Come on suck for me...There we go..”

You moaned bobbing your head stroking what couldn’t fit. You had missed Adrian more than you thought. His taste. The way he sounded and best of all his praise.

You lived to please Adrian wanting to make him feel good. You relaxed your throat as much as you could taking more of him in bobbing your head faster. Adrian groaned guiding you up and down with your hair.

“Fuck! Fuck! Keep going. Keep fucking going!” You choked a bit as he thrusted up beginning to fuck your throat. Spit spilled from the side of your mouth as you gagged each time he hit the back of your throat. 

“Look at you letting me fuck your throat..Fucking whore. I bet you can’t fucking wait for me to cum down your throat. Then I’ll fuck my cum inside of you..FUCK!”

You moaned whining a bit. “Aww don’t worry I’ll take care of my good girl soon. You’re doing such a good job. Fuck fuck! I’m close already! Oh fuck!”

You panted as Adrian pulled your roughly off of him. “Do you want my cum on your tits or in your mouth?”

“Both..I wanna taste you please Adrian. I’ve missed you.” He grinned seeing your swollen lips and desperate look in your eyes. 

“Open your mouth.” You smiled happily as Adrian stroked himself.

“Please please please..” He groaned hearing your whimpers as you eagerly awaited him to make a mess on you.

“I’m gonna cum..FUCK!” Adrian whined thrusting up feeling a week of build up all come out. You moaned as he came on your face some of it landing on your tongue and chest. 

He panted staring down at you grabbing the cum on your face putting it in your mouth. “So good..”

Adrian hauled you up kissing you deeply. You ground down on him yelping as he slapped your ass. “Did I say you could do that?” 

“No sir..” Your eyes widened at your words. Adrian grinned rubbing your red sore ass cheeks.

“What was that?”

“Nothing-” Adrian grabbed your chin staring at you with a mischievous look in his eye.

“No what did you call me?”

“Sir..”

“Do you like calling me sir?” You nodded embarrassed. Adrian smiled seeing you grow shy.

“Okay do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes..sir.”

“Cute pretty...” You gasped as Adrian trailed his hand between your legs rubbing your clit again. 

“Sir can we please go to the bedroom?” Adrian nodded letting you wrap your hands around his neck as he carried you off.

He dropped you on the bed pulling you down so your legs hung off kneeling before you. “You’re so wet..Fuck me I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

Adrian wanted to tease you. He wanted to make you desperate, but as he stared at your dripping cunt. He realized that was not happening.

You screamed out as he shoved his face between your legs moaning loudly at your taste. Adrian lapped at you hungrily. Like he hadn’t eaten in days and to him it felt that way. 

Growing overwhelmed quickly you tried to pull away whining when Adrian growled at you gripping your legs to keep you still. You cursed tossing and turning your arms feeling your release building up quickly. 

“Fuck fuck! Adrian!!” He stuck his tongue inside of you keeping his nose against your clit. You moaned as he slapped your thigh harshly. 

“You know what to call me.” He pulled away for a quick second to reprimand you before continuing his meal. 

“Sir! Sir! Please!! Please!! Slow down!!! OH FUCK!!” You gasped keening as he shook his head sucking your clit quickly. 

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!! Fuck! please!! Oh god! Oh fuck!!” Your throat felt sore from how loud you were being. That and from when Adrian fucked your throat.

You sat up on your forearms staring down at Adrian feeling tears brim your eyes. Shutting them tightly, you thrusted against his mouth screaming your release against his tongue.

Adrian groaned lapping it quickly. He couldn’t get enough. You squirmed trying to move away sighing a bit in relief when he finally let you go. He wasn’t done though. 

Adrian kissed you roughly letting you taste yourself. “I’m not done. I’m not fucking done. I want more. I want you to cum again and again on my mouth. Can you do that for me? Will you let me do that for you?”

You nodded wanting to please him. “What’s our safe word?”

“Teal.” Adrian nodded kissing you once more. 

“Good girl. Good girl. Now you’re gonna sit on my face got it?”

“What if I’m too heav-”

“Not one complaint. You’re gonna let me fucking eat you out till I’m full got it? I can handle you. I want all of you.”

“I don’t wanna crush you though Adrian.”

“I promise you won’t baby. Please..try it for me? If you don’t want too we’ll stop right away and I’ll eat you out the way I just did right now okay?”

“Okay. I trust you.” Adrian smiled widely kissing you tightly. He moved to lay on the bed pulling you above his face. You grew a bit shy moaning when he pulled you down against his mouth. 

Adrian whimpered as he eagerly ate you out. “So fucking good. So fucking good..Fuck..” He muttered against you lapping you eagerly. You gripped the headboard of the bed doing your best to not thrust against his mouth. 

“Thank you sir. Thank you sir!! Fuck!”

He nodded suckling your clit moaning when you thrust down more against his mouth. “Sorry-”

“No no don’t apologize. Ride my face baby. Do it.” You gasped as he gripped your thighs pushing you more down.

“Do it Y/N.” You whined grinding down on his tongue. Adrian moaned as you leaned one hand down gripping his hair. He was unhinged almost feral with the way he was eating you out.

Your neighbors would complain to you both the next day with how loud you were being. 

Without warning, you came again gasping for air. Adrian moaned at your taste keeping you on him. You keened trying to move off of him. Adrian growled slapping your ass.

“I’m not full yet.”

“I don’t know if I can do another-OH FUCk!!” Adrian sucked your sensitive clit in his mouth. Your body shook as all your nerves were shot from Adrian pushing you to the edge once more.

You had came within seconds of your second orgasm. “ADRIAN!! ADRIAN!!”

He moaned moving his tongue inside of you giving your clit a break. Tears fell from your eyes as he continued.

“Please please..Please!!” Adrian looked up seeing you so beautifully wrecked above him. Your mind was growing foggy only knowing the pleasure his mouth was bringing you too.

Your mouth hung open spit spilling from the side of your mouth as you had a fucked out expression on your face. Adrian groaned seeing you. He moved your clit in his mouth again smiling a bit as you withered on top of him whining loudly.

“Please sir! Please! fuck me! I want you to fuck me now! I can’t take anymore- FUCK!!” Your release came only this time you squirted drowning Adrian in your juices.

Your cunt pulsed as Adrian lifted you above him panting with a wild look in his eyes. You grew a bit fearful he would move you down on him again. He kissed your inner thighs muttering praises helping you off. 

You fell to the side of him pulling Adrian into a hug needing to feel him close. “Let’s get you cleaned up now-”

“No.”

“Y/N we gotta clean you up-”

“I need to feel you inside of me still.”

“We can do that later. Let me get you water and cleaned up-”

“I’ve gone a week not feeling you inside of me. Adrian I need you to fuck me. I need to remember you again. Please please fuck me. I’ll do anything I’ll even go on top, but please fuck me-” Adrian kissed you silencing you.

“Okay. I’ll fuck you. I’m gonna take it slow though. It’s been a while since you came that hard.” Adrian kissed you humming as you pulled away licking his face a bit tasting yourself. 

He moved on top of you putting his forearms against your head kissing you. You moaned pushing your tongue in his mouth. Adrian eagerly kissed you pulling back to kiss down your jaw to your neck making marks that he knew wouldn’t go away for weeks.

You sighed as he pushed in slowly. Adrian cursed as you wrapped your arms around him keeping him close. You moaned softly once he was fully in.

“Move Adrian.”

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck me sir.” Adrian made a small noise thrusting his hips up. You gasped wrapping your legs around him. 

He grew a bit embarrassed knowing he was not gonna last long. It had been far too long since he got to feel your velvet walls wrapped snuggly around him.

“Faster sir.” You whimpered. Adrian sped up kissing your neck.

“You’ve been such a good little slut for me. Such a good slut. My good slut. Fuck I’ve missed being inside of my whore.” 

“I wanna be a good slut!”

“You are. You’re mine. You are my slut. Fuck! Fuck!” Adrian gasped as you tightened around him.

“So fucking beautiful so fucking sweet. Do you have any idea how hard it’s been keeping myself away from you? I’ve wanted to fuck this needy cunt for so long.”

“I’ve been wanting you too! This bet was so stupid!” Adrian nodded in agreement.

“Never fucking again. I wanna enjoy this sweet pussy whenever I can!” He moaned feeling his release building.

“Are you close?” You shook your head crying out as he grew rougher. 

“I want my pretty girl to cum for me one more time before I fuck my cum inside of this pussy.”

“I can’t! I just wanted you to cum in me!! OHHH!!” Adrian began to rub your clit moving back so he could sneak his hand down there.

“I-I- FUCK ME!!” Tears fell from your eyes. You felt overwhelmed feeling another release building. Adrian snapped his hips with rigor. He needed you to cum again.

“Please tell me you love me?” You whispered to him as he kissed your jaw nibbling it.

“I fucking love you. I love you Y/N!! Fuck me I’m so in love with you! I wanna spend the rest of my life with you!” Adrian felt his release about to spill over. 

“Fuck! fuck! I’m gonna cum!!” He yelled out not noticing how you shook. “I’m gonna cum too!!” You cried out panting.

Adrian nodded whimpering as he continued. He was determined to have you cum before him. It didn’t take long. You scratched his back squirting against his abdomen.

“Fuck! Fuck!” You sobbed out. Adrian groaned finally letting himself cum inside of you. You fell limp on the bed smiling widely feeling warm. Adrian kissed you wherever he could reach riding out his high.

“I love you. I love you.” 

“I love you too Adrian..” You mumbled out whimpering as he pulled out. Adrian felt his cock twitch seeing the cock drunk expression on your face and your swollen leaking cunt.

“Look at you such a mess..” 

“Your mess..” Adrian nodded kissing your forehead.

“Yeah my mess. Nobody else’s..You are mine.” You nodded. 

“Should’ve done this on your birthday..Now that I’m really thinking about it if I had just flirted with someone I probably could’ve gotten you to break-”

Adrian kissed you silencing you. “Don’t make me punish you again later.”

You chuckled as he helped you up to the restroom. You raised your arms up smiling as he picked you up. 

“Let’s take a bath yeah?”

“Yeah..by the way..” Adrian hummed setting you down on the sink counter.

“I win.” You grinned widely as Adrian laughed. 

“Yeah I’m alright losing. In the end I won in my own way.”

[r3volutionary-queen]

The Butterfly Effect Pt. 2

Summary: [“Don’t give me your throat unless you mean it.”]

Pairing: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 14.8K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Here there be explicit language, dystopian society, awful tyrannical government organizations, misogynistic issues, subject of imprisonment/captivity, manipulation, discussion of noncon breeding, threat of violence, general sexual content, thigh riding, and praise kink. I think I got them all…

Author’s Note: Well, fuck. This was a lot more than I anticipated. What was meant to originally be a oneshot will now be a... threeshot? I think I have a problem and his name is Andy Barber. I promise though, we're going somewhere... This is also a part of my wife’s 5k Soft!Dark Challenge! YAY! Thank you @stargazingfangirl18 for being such a wonderful and supportive spouse and for frothing at the mouth with me over Alpha!Andy. You are the sweetest.

**(((((()))))) = scene divider because there were too many scenes to have the fancy butterflies in one post**

Read PART ONE if you haven't yet or else this will make no sense.

Part Two

You dreamed of a world full of threads.

You hadn’t been aware of them before, but they were all you could see now. Threads that became a dark, tangled web with no escape—and you were right in the center. Strings and ropes and chains surrounded you on all sides, gnarled hands and withered fingers, all of them reaching and grasping and searching.

For you.

One wrong move, one wrong breath, the trap would spring and you would be ensnared.

Lost.

Taken.

Forever.

You dreamed and fear began to fill you, like a boat taking on water. With every inhale you sank deeper and deeper and—

A weight, like a heavy winter blanket, settled over your mind. It was soft and warm and so very strong, and it began to block out everything—your terror, your anxiety, your worry. Until there was nothing at all. Nothing but calm, quiet night.

And yet, in that darkness, one thread remained.

Glittering silver, like the sun sparkling off the surface of a lake. It didn’t reach for you; it didn’t need to. It had already slipped beneath your skin, weaving between your ribs until it wrapped around your heart.

But you were not afraid.

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Several hours had passed when you finally woke up. Your body was sluggish, not wanting to move from its place on the bed. Rubbing a hand over your face, you turned your head to the large window. It was covered with thick blackout curtains, but there, just around the edges, you caught the barest streaks of the morning sun trying to cut through the darkness.

You wanted to rip back the curtains and let all the light in.

You were still staring at the window when the door cracked open. Soft golden light spilled into the room and sent the shadows skittering. You sat up in the plush bed, hissing sharply as your aching muscles protested the sudden movement.

Andy was a dark silhouette filling the doorway.

“Did I wake you?” He asked in a hushed voice.

“No,” you said, softly. “I’ve been up for a while. I…” you paused, hesitating as your mind flew to your strange dreams. Frowning, you merely shook your head, “I could smell the food.”

It wasn’t entirely a lie. The smells wafting under the door had been an onslaught to your newly sensitive nose; coffee, eggs, pancakes, bacon—the works.

“Ah,” Andy relaxed and leaned his shoulder against the doorframe with a quirk of his lips. “Well, I hope it smells good.”

You nodded eagerly. After only being allowed broth and crackers last night, you were more than ready for something substantial. Your stomach growled in agreement and from the doorway, Andy chuckled in that low, gravelly way of his.

He glanced over his shoulder at the brightly lit room behind him and turned back to you, brows lifting. “Do you want to come out here to—”

“No!”

The word leapt off your tongue like oil hitting a hot pan. Silence filled the space between the two of you.

“I…” you tried to talk around the lump of fear that fisted at the base of your throat. You weren’t ready. The mere thought of leaving this room, the same room you had been in since waking up from your heat the day before, sent you into an irrational kind of panic. Swallowing with a grimace, you finally managed to squeak out, “Can I stay in here for now, please?”

For a long time, Andy just stared at you, concerned, and then, as if a sudden realization came upon him, his whole demeanor changed.

“Of course, you can. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking…” the Alpha trailed off with a sigh. A second later he lifted his head and smiled sweetly at you. “You just hang tight. I’ll be right back.”

Your brows pinched as you watched him turn and slip quietly out of the room. And then it hit you like a gunshot to the chest.

A handsome man was about to bring you breakfast in bed and you weren’t even wearing pants.

Eyes rounding dramatically, you scrambled out from underneath the heavy covers, nearly tumbling out of the bed in your rush. You tip toed across the room to the dresser, knees wobbling like a newborn giraffe. Ripping open a drawer, you snagged the first pair of sweats you could find and gracelessly tugged them up over your hips, rolling them at the waist so that the legs wouldn’t drag across the ground. The shirt Andy had given you had stretched out a bit overnight and was now sliding off one shoulder, but you didn’t have time to find another.

Not when you became aware that there was something glaringly wrong with the bed.

You didn’t know what exactly was wrong, but you knew that you needed to fix it—starting with the pillows. Fluffing them, you rearranged them in an absolute frenzy at least four different times before shoving the heels of your palms into your eyes in frustration. They didn’t look the way you wanted, but the problem was that you didn’t even know what you wanted. Eventually you gave up on the pillows and moved on to try and smooth out the lumpy feather comforter.

Stepping back, you took in your work and your heart fell.

It wasn’t right.

A tiny growl erupted out of you as you scrambled clumsily back onto the bed. Spinning on your knees, you had just grabbed the pillows again when a throat cleared.

Later, you would swear that your heart actually stopped.

Dropping the pillows at your side, you twisted around, eyes lowered to the wrinkled comforter, whole body deflating like a sad balloon. If you were both going to eat breakfast in here, then you at least wanted the place to look… to look…

You searched for the word but came up short. A whine built up in your throat, but you swallowed it down before it could sneak its way past your lips. You knew Andy was watching you closely, his gaze was a physical weight, but you couldn’t bring yourself to even look at him.

You didn’t know what he was thinking and a part of you didn’t want to know because if you were disappointed in yourself then he, an Alpha, would surely—

“It’s perfect.”

Jolting, your head snapped up.

Andy stood still, a heavy tray of delicious smelling food balancing in his hands, and his heart in his eyes. Unable to handle the way he was looking at you, the emotion sitting so bare in his face, you dropped your gaze back to your lap. Twisting your fingers together, your shoulder hitched up to your ear and you wrinkled your nose.

“It’s not right,” you mumbled eventually.

Footsteps approached and there was a soft scraping sound as the tray was carefully slid onto the top of the dresser. You stayed very still.

A moment later a gentle knuckle tucked under your chin, lifting your head. Even in the dim lightning of the room, Andy’s eyes seemed to glow with an otherworldly kind of gold. He held your gaze for a long moment and the gnarled tree root that worry and fear and panic had twisted your heart into unwound itself with a soft sigh.

“No, Butterfly,” Andy whispered. “This is a perfect nest.”

Nest.

You were nesting.

Because you were an Omega.

A shiver skittered up your spine and left your mouth with a trembling exhale. His words of approval and acceptance waged war with your newly developed instincts. Slowly, you reached up and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, needing to hold onto something solid, needing to tether yourself to this world (and there wasn’t anything or anyone you could think of who was more grounded than this Alpha).

Andy’s pulse leapt wildly beneath your touch and those golden eyes glinted. It made you dizzy. And when his thumb dragged across the sensitive skin just beneath your bottom lip, you all but went under. Your eyes slid shut and you swayed on your knees, mind completely gone.

This Alpha was dangerously intoxicating.

Calloused fingers trailed down your chin, under your jaw, skimming along the side of your throat. A tingling kind of thrill rushed through you, gathering in your chest and pushing out through your nipples in an electric wave until they hardened almost painfully. You arched your back with a breathy sigh when Andy’s warm palm settled in the space where your neck met your shoulder.

His thumb brushed over your thrumming pulse. “You did so good, Omega.”

You felt those low, throaty words in your goddamn toes. They curled unintentionally and a nervous, fluttering kind of energy bubbled up in your blood. It simmered and came to a rushing boil, spilling out of your mouth in the form of a single note chirp.

The noise jolted you out of whatever haze you had fallen into and your eyes flew open, shocked and a little embarrassed at the new sound.

“Sorry, I…” you started, voice raspy and weak, and then you cleared your throat and tried again, louder—“Sorry.”

Andy gently squeezed your shoulder and ducked down to try to catch your eyes. “What was that, Omega?”

You flicked your gaze to the side, avoiding Andy’s searching look.

“I said sorry.”

“No, not that,” he rumbled. “The other. Make that sound again.”

Lips flattening, you slid your gaze back to the Alpha, giving him a look. But when Andy just smiled encouragingly, the corners of his eyes crinkling, you realized that he wasn’t making fun of you—he genuinely wanted to hear it again.

At his gentle urging, you swallowed and tried to conjure up the chirp again, reaching down into a part of you that was so unfamiliar, so new, so untried—

And nothing.

Sighing, you shook your head. “I can’t. I don’t know how. I wasn’t thinking about it when it happened. It just… happened.”

“You’re letting the human part of you get in the way,” Andy explained and you frowned. “The hindbrain isn’t concerned about what others thinks. It just acts. You’re going to need to learn to trust that part of you.”

You just stared up at him, feeling even more lost. His gaze softened, blue eyes framed by those ridiculously long, dark lashes of his.

“I can help, if you’d like,” he offered gently.

Shyly, you nodded and he tapped the side of your thigh twice. You scooted over so he could sit down on the edge of the bed. There was a playful, almost boyish quality to his grin, like this was something he always wanted to try. Andy cleared his throat and then wet his lips and locked eyes with you as he made a low, huffing sort of sound.

Instantly you chirped back, as though his call had summoned a part of you that you weren’t able to control on your own.

Eyes wide, your mouth dropped open in complete and utter shock and Andy laughed. He repeated the sound and immediately you called back, though your chirp was slightly warped by your nervous giggle.

“See?” He nudged your still shocked form, grinning and so fucking proud. “That wasn’t so hard. It’s just a form of vocalization for us. It cuts past all the jargon and gets straight to the point. Most of the time I prefer that over navigating all the details.”

Shifting further back onto the bed, you winced, still feeling the soreness from your heat though it was growing duller by the moment. You crossed your legs and tilted your head at the Alpha, considering his explanation. “So, what does that chirp mean?”

Andy just looked at you.

“What do you feel when you make that sound?”

You took a moment to think about it, to examine the emotions swirling inside you and landed on three things.

“Happy,” you told him. “Content…” your mouth twisted and you ducked your head, shoulders hunching, “a little flustered.”

Andy nodded, lifting both brows. “There you go. You’ll be a pro at this in no time. But first,” he slapped his thighs and pushed up off the bed. “You need to eat.”

Your gaze followed the Alpha as he walked over to the dresser and somewhere deep inside you, there was a tug in the center of your chest.

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You passed out not long after breakfast.

It was so strange, the exhaustion. Your heat was clearly over but you still felt like you had been run over by a semi. Just pulling yourself out of bed and walking over to the adjoining bathroom took a concentrated effort.

You had also expected the change to be more… drastic. At least physically. But as you peeled off the sweatpants and the oversized shirt you wore and stared into the bathroom mirror in nothing but your own skin, twisting this way and that, there were only two noticeable differences.

The first was the fact that your eyes seemed to have been replaced with living coals. No matter how many times you blinked, they kept that same golden glow you had only seen flashes of in Andy’s gaze. You didn’t know what that meant or if it was permanent, but it was strange to look into the mirror and see someone else’s eyes staring out of your own face.

The second was the ultra-sensitive patch of raised skin in the pocket of soft flesh right above your clavicle. You never remembered your mother mentioning these things pulsing and throbbing, but yours certainly did.

Even as your eyes fell to it now, it seemed to have a mind of its own, waking up like a grumpy toddler to angrily demand your attention.

You stared at it for a long moment, tilting your head to the side, lips parting as you lifted a hand and carefully reached out a single finger, just to see if it would ease the—

You gasped audibly.

The instant your fingertip connected with that raised patch of skin, some unseen force folded your body in half, throwing you onto the bathroom counter. If you hadn’t caught yourself on your elbows, you would’ve smashed your face into the faucet, but you weren’t thinking about that. You weren’t thinking about anything but the obscene moan that was pulled out of the pit of your belly, the way your vision flashed white, like you had been struck by lightning.

That spot at the base of your throat didn’t just tingle—it burned with need, like there was a live wire attaching the mating gland on your neck to your clit.

Back arching, you instinctively clenched your core and like a wet cloth being wrung dry, trails of slick started to slowly dribble down the inside of your thighs. It rolled down your smooth skin hot and thick and heavy, like sap on a tree.

You clenched again—hard—and a whine wheezed out from between your lips; it was a desperate sound, a call, a plea.

Wrenching your hand away from your mating gland, you slammed your palm flat into the counter and panted, eyes perfect circles. Your muscles trembled and your heart tried to beat its way out of your chest. All the while, that gland throbbed and pulsed until your knees finally buckled, unable to hold the weight of your body up anymore.

They knocked into the cabinet with a loud, resounding thud.

You yelped, both kneecaps bursting in pain. Sweat coated your skin and it was a graceless thing, the way that you slid down onto the cold tile floor in a pile of shaking limbs. You tried to slow your breathing, inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth.

Breathing in and out. In and—

You went still.

Eyes blearily slitting open, you delicately sniffed the air and then blinked at the heavy scent of warm brown sugar that filled your lungs. It was so strong you could almost taste it on your tongue. It swirled around the room, permeating in the air like baked goods in a hot oven. Sighing, you licked your lips and—

“Butterfly?”

Shit.

Your eyes flew open, sheer panic flooding your veins. Heart pounding, you scrambled across the bathroom floor until your back hit the wall opposite the door, leaving behind a small trail of slick. You tucked your knees into your chest and wrapped your arms around your shins, swallowing down a whine.

“Are you okay?” Andy asked in a careful voice. “I heard…” he started and stopped.

You heard his audible swallow on the other side of the door and you knew in that instant that he could smell that heavy brown sugar scent.

That he could smell you.

Eyes huge, you stared at the shadow underneath the door, the Alpha that had gone so silent and so still. You held your breath.

You weren’t stupid. You may have been a late bloomer, but you knew some things about this world. You knew that scent clouding the air was radiating from the honey-thick slick trickling down your skin. You knew it was meant to attract Alphas.

Above all else, you knew that you were curled up naked on the bathroom floor, shaking and trembling in a puddle of your own mess while a man—a friend—an Alpha stood just on the other side of a flimsy wood door.

“It sounded like you were hurt,” Andy said eventually and yet he sounded like he was the one in pain.

A tremor rolled through you.

“I’m fine!” You squeaked out, your whole body ablaze with mortification.

Andy didn’t respond right away and he didn’t move away from the door. The gland on your neck ached, thrumming wildly, like a drum. Your grit your teeth and screwed your eyes shut. Then—

“Do you need my help?”

It wasn’t just a question; it was an offering and it had something inside of your chest shifting and raising its head in attention.

Did you need this Alpha’s help?

Yes, a voice inside of you all but wailed, but you fought it tooth and nail until what came out instead was a quiet, painful, “No.”

It felt like a betrayal. Your nails dug into the soft skin of your shins, breath locking in your lungs until they burned.

“Okay,” Andy agreed after a long moment, his voice muffled, like he had pressed his forehead against the door at some point and was all but breathing into the wood. His throat cleared, “I’m going to start working on dinner.”

You nodded but then realized he couldn’t see that. Wetting your lips, you managed to get out a soft, “Thank you.”

He didn’t respond but you saw the shadow leave and suddenly you could breathe again. Your head thumped back against the wall with a sigh and your muscles unwound. Swallowing hard, you glanced down at the space between your legs and grimaced at the gooey, stringy mess. There was no way in hell you were going back outside with… with all of… that on you.

Your eyes fell on the shower and in any other situation you would have asked your host if you could use their shower, but something told you that Andy wouldn’t mind.

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“Well look who’s feeling better.”

The words were spoken no sooner than the bedroom door behind you clicked shut. You went still.

Andy watched you from his place by the stove with a soft but surprised smile. He had a white kitchen towel casually slung over one shoulder and was wearing dark jeans and a warm looking sweater; he was barefoot.

You stayed where you were, feeling the itch to turn around and slip back into your room, into the space of familiarity and comfort. You probably would have, too, if it weren’t for the fact that it still smelled like your slick, despite how well you cleaned the bathroom and despite the tenderness of your inner thighs from all of your scrubbing.

Andy seemed to read it all on your face and the man had mercy on you, dropping his gaze to the boiling pot he was currently stirring a wooden spoon through.

“I was just about to bring the food in,” he told you lightly.

You swallowed like you had something stuck in your throat and when you spoke, your voice was very small. “I thought it would be nice to eat out here tonight.”

Andy’s eyes snapped up and clear blue eyes locked on you. You silently begged him not to ask why and he seemed to understand by the way that his lips curved. “We can do that.”

You flashed him a quick but grateful smile and turned to take in the rest of the apartment.

It was large and open and pristinely clean and… it reeked of money.

Oddly enough, it carried the same strange emptiness, the barely-lived-in feeling, that you had first noticed in the bedroom. There was not much color outside of grays and whites and blacks and beiges, no decorations, no personality, no little knick-knacks, and suddenly you were aching for your own home—the tiny apartment you and your mother shared where the door hinges squeaked and sometimes the faucets exploded like Old Faithful.

It might have been a pain in the ass place to live, but it was home and it felt like home.

Shuffling past the kitchen and into the living room, you glanced up at the vaulted ceilings and the glittering, elaborate light fixtures overhead. You were grateful Andy hadn’t turned those on and seemed to prefer the low lighting of reading lamps, much like yourself.

There was a large window against the wall near the dining table and it was covered in the same thick blackout curtains as the window in the bedroom. Brows pinching, you wandered over there next, highly aware of Andy’s gaze tracking your steps as you cautiously explored.

The edges of the curtains were outlined in an orange glow and you smiled a little, feeling the same urge as this morning. You could only imagine how beautiful the sunset had to be to offer you even a sliver of a color that beautiful and vibrant. Curious, you reached up and—

“Don’t.”

You glanced over your shoulder in silent question. Andy was wiping his hands on the kitchen towel, his serious gaze locked on you.

“We need to leave the curtains closed,” he explained in an urgent tone. “There are eyes everywhere.”

A world full of threads.

Your hand fell away from the curtain in an instant. Of course. How could you have forgotten?

“Right,” you nodded and wrung your hands together. Biting your bottom lip, you stared hard at the ground and then slowly lifted your eyes. “Has there been any news?”

A beat of silence.

“No. Nothing terrible at least,” Andy told you in a muted voice. He turned off the stove and carried the large, steaming pot over to the sink to dump the pasta into a strainer. You watched the way his face contorted in anger through the clouds of steam, the way his jaw clenched and his brows furrowed. When he spoke next, you caught a flash of teeth, “They’re too busy celebrating the… conception.”

It was clear you both had other words for what they were celebrating.

The news of Project Restore’s ‘success’ had broken the morning you had gone to the courthouse to file for your D-level license. You wondered now if it had been an omen.

You wondered what was going to happen to you; you couldn't stay in this apartment forever, no matter how nice it was.

Your mind flashed to that tangled web, to the ropes and the chains that were waiting for you everywhere you turned. A tremor shot through you and you felt your throat tighten, like a fist was slowly cutting off your air supply.

“You’re safe here, Omega.”

“For how long?” You asked and your voice didn’t quite shake. Desperate eyes landed on Andy and he tossed away the towel and walked towards you.

“You’re safe,” he repeated, his voice deepening in a way that made your head spin, before adding, “with me.”

Andy’s words slid under your skin and wrapped around your bones; they carved themselves into the marrow until you actually believed him. You didn’t look at him as he approached, merely closed your eyes and let that promise settle deep into the meat of your heart.

The world wasn't a safe place, but Andy was. It prickled at your skin and you tried to speak but you tongue felt thick and unable to move. Moments later, you inhaled and blinked your eyes open. Andy was right in front of you, standing close enough that you had to crane your neck back to look up at him. And for some reason that you could not name, he looked sad.

You made a low noise in the back of your throat and reached up to brush the tips of your fingers along the side of his face.

There was no thought to the action, you simply needed to touch him—to soothe him.

His beard was softer than you expected and the skin just above was burning hot. Andy held still (you weren’t sure the Alpha was even breathing), and then it happened all at once.

His eyes slid shut and this close you could see the way that his thick eyelashes dusted the tops of his cheeks. Dark brows pulled together and lifted in the middle and you watched some deep unnamable emotion bleed through Andy’s face.

Like it had been too long for him.

And then he leaned into your touch.

Turning his head, Andy pressed his mouth into your fingertips and your lips parted with an exhale. You both stayed like that, so still and so quiet, and he didn’t kiss your fingers, he just kept his lips pressed against the soft pads. It took everything in you not to dip them between his lips for him to taste.

You wondered if he would let you. You wondered what else he might want to taste. You wondered what it might be like to forget the world and lose yourself completely to the rush, to the consuming—

“Alpha,” you keened.

The sound, raw and drenched, came up out of your throat before you could swallow it down and the gland at the base of your throat was burning.

A sudden bloom of warm brown sugar swirled in the air around you, sweet and heavy.

Snapping back to yourself, you jerked your hand away from Andy’s face, mortified at the sudden slippery wetness gathering between your legs. You tried to scramble backwards but hands gripped your elbows, keeping you in place.

“No, no, no,” Andy was saying quietly, holding tight even as you tugged uselessly against his hold, dropping your eyes to the ground, chest heaving. “Don’t do that, Butterfly. Don’t run from me. That scent? I want you to hear me right now: it is nothing to be embarrassed about. Okay? There's no shame in it.”

Your face crumbled and you shook your head silently.

“C’mere, Omega, you’re okay,” Andy crooned softly and pulled you into a hug.

You let him, feeling anxious for any kind of comforting touch, wrapping your arms around his trim waist and pressing your face against his chest, trying to breathe deep and calm yourself. His cologne smelled good and even though you understood that now it was his scent you enjoyed, there was still a part of your brain that would always assume it was just magic cologne.

Magic cologne that made everything in you want to rise up on your tippy toes and stick your nose in his neck for the rest of eternity.

“It’s perfectly normal,” he assured you again, and you felt his chest vibrate with the words. “It’s just how you feel, that’s all.”

You waited a beat, then—

“Thank you,” you said, voice muffled against him, and you meant it. “For… all of this. For everything you’ve done.”

He pressed a kiss into your hair like it was second nature and you froze momentarily, then smiled against him before leaning back, still keeping your arms around his waist.

“It’s no burden on me,” Andy’s eyes were practically sparkling as he stared down at you in his arms. At some point, one of you started to softly sway gently back and forth and you could not figure out who. When he spoke next, his voice was just above a whisper. “I like taking care of you.”

You didn’t know what to say to that so you just rolled your lips over your teeth and ducked your head into his firm chest to hide. Andy laughed softly, his big hands sliding up and down your back.

It was nice, to be held after everything.

Only when the oven timer went off did you both let go of each other, and even then it was a gradual, reluctant thing.

You didn’t know what to make of the ache you felt at his physical absence, though he was only a few feet away. Part of you was sure it had to do with your designations alone, but the other, quieter part of you knew it was something else.

Something bright and silver and glowing in the cage of your ribs.

Inhaling deeply, you watched Andy discreetly adjust his jeans before opening the oven. And when he removed the freshly baked garlic bread and you smelled the heady scent of apples and cinnamon instead, you grinned to yourself.

Perfectly normal, indeed.

(((((())))))

“Did you sleep well today?”

You glanced up mid-bite, both brows lifting. Andy was sitting back in his chair watching you eat, a small but pleased smile on his face. He had done that at breakfast, too, like it satisfied some deep part of him to see you enjoying the food he made.

Setting down your fork, you snorted lightly, “Like the dead.”

“I’m not surprised,” Andy reached for his beer. “You need to rebuild your strength.”

“I feel like all I’ve done is sleep.”

The Alpha shrugged, “Your body needs it.”

You hummed and picked your fork back up, stuffing the bite of heavenly pasta in your mouth. The amount of restraint it took not to moan was impressive—Andy clearly knew how to cook.

Thinking on that little fact, you slanted a look at the Alpha who was now draining his beer. You watched the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed, the veins that stood out along the back of his hands. He was an obscenely attractive Alpha, not to mention uncommonly kind. He had a successful and well-paying job.

How the fuck does this man not have a mate?

There was a sudden tug, right in the center of your chest and you grunted in surprise. You straightened in your chair and rubbed at that spot, wincing.

“What are you thinking, Butterfly?”

Your eyes snapped to Andy and the lie was slipping off your tongue before you could stop it.

“I was just wondering where exactly we are. This place is pretty nice.”

Andy just stared at you for a long moment and you shifted in your seat, flicking your gaze away from his.

Finally, the Alpha murmured, “This is my home.”

Nodding in relief, you glanced around the large, open space. There was an expensive looking couch in front of a large television, but you saw no pillows, no blankets, no sign of a makeshift bed. Your eyes slid back to his.

“Where do you sleep?” You asked with a tilt of your head. He had been in that chair in your room when you initially woke up from your heat, but once you got through the worst of it, Andy had given you some space.

“In the guest bedroom,” he pointed to a hallway to the left of the front door, the one space you had yet to explore. “It’s just through there.”

Your stomach dropped.

“I took your room?” You asked slowly, your voice laced with guilt. “Why didn’t you put me in the guest bedroom?”

Andy leaned forward resting his elbows on either side of his empty plate. He folded his fingers in front of his mouth, gathering his words.

“To put it lightly,” he began, “you needed to be in a room… drenched in an Alpha’s scent.” Your eyes widened comically and Andy’s lips thinned in a humorless smile. “It helps, or so I’ve heard. And after seeing how you react to my scent, I’d say it was an accurate assessment.”

You sat back in your chair, trying to process it all, but all you could come up with was, “How though?”

“How does my scent help you?” Andy clarified.

“Yeah—I… I don’t understand. When I smell your scent—or your ‘magic cologne’,” you made air quotations and the Alpha chuckled, amused. The sound caught your attention immediately and your heart fluttered at being the one to make him laugh, to make him happy. A chirp jumped out of you before you could stop reign it back in. Andy’s grin stretched even wider, fonder, his gaze never leaving yours.

Your leg began to jiggle.

“It calms me,” you picked up where you left off. “Your scent makes me feel better. Sometimes I swear that it even changes my emotions. How is that possible?”

Andy leaned back in his chair, intelligent blue eyes staring at you. When he spoke, it was careful and slow. “The more dominant you are, the deeper the need and desire you have to protect and provide. But it's not just a need that I have, it’s something others can draw from me or any other Alpha. That transfers over through touch and scent. I’m fairly dominant and… you’re an Omega. It’s biological. But in truth, if the world wasn’t the way that it is, all Alphas would be a comfort to you or to anyone with a lower designation. We are meant to be a place of safety.”

“I feel safe with you, Andy.”

You weren’t even thinking as those words left your tongue. You didn’t have to because it was true. Truer than maybe anything else you knew.

“I’m glad,” his golden eyes were pure fire despite the soft and kind tone he spoke in; you felt the flames of his gaze lick at your skin. “You are safe with me. I swear it.”

Careful, whispered a voice that sounded very much like your mother’s.

You blinked and forced yourself to drop your head, brows pinching together.

You had always known deep down that Alphas were dangerous. You were no fool, every Alpha, no matter how kind was dangerous. But what you weren’t prepared for was the kind of danger that was Andy Barber.

With your mother being a Beta, you had never been the singular focus of an Alpha. Sure, your mother’s intensity could be a bit much at times, but it tasted nothing like this. This was heady and intoxicating and you were shocked by just how quickly you were swept away.

… Do I want to be swept away?

That was the real question.

You wet your lips; they were dry and slightly chapped. You didn’t look at him as you reached for his hand and grabbed hold of it.

“I appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” you started and then stopped, choosing your next words carefully. “I can move into the guest bedroom now that I’m done with my—now that my heat’s over.”

Silence answered you.

It stretched between the two of you long enough that you had no choice but to flit your eyes up nervously. Andy didn’t look angry, in fact, he looked so damn sad it nearly broke your heart.

His shoulders rose as he sucked in a breath, “I know why you’re saying that and I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but that’s a hard no for me. I don’t think it would be smart to change your surroundings so suddenly. You’ve been nesting in there and to take you out of that wouldn’t be good for you. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Well as long as you don’t mind someone hogging your bed,” you tried to joke despite the way that your heart was lurching in your chest.

Andy just watched you, his eyes flashing gold once more.

“Believe me, Butterfly, I don’t mind at all.”

(((((())))))

The next morning a solid weight settled on the edge of the mattress and gravity tilted your whole body towards it. Colliding with a solid thigh, you sleepily nosed at it, appreciating the scent with a stupid half-aware smile before you opened your eyes.

Andy was in a suit, similar to the one he wore the first day you saw him.

You were suddenly much more alert.

“Is everything okay?”

“I just wanted to talk before I go into work,” he explained quickly and you relaxed back into the soft mattress.

Andy had brought up his inevitable return to the office last night after dinner. He had risked a lot to take off as much time as he had for your heat, not to mention the suddenness of it. You both knew if he stayed away much longer it would raise suspicion and that was the last thing either of you needed.

“Mm, sure,” you told him, the words garbled around a yawn. You felt the Alpha’s amusement as he stared down at you.

“Omega,” he called in a low tone and you jerked awake, smacking your lips, not realizing that you had at some point closed your eyes again. Andy’s mouth curved, almost absently, and he lifted a single eyebrow. “Do you remember the details I went over with you last night?”

You nodded and Andy kept that single brow raised until you spouted off his instructions back to him, counting them off on your fingers. “No opening the curtains or the door. And if I need to hide, I go to the attic in the closet.”

“Good girl,” he nodded approvingly and you preened. Andy smirked a little and continued, “You can watch TV if you want and I’ve got some books lying around here. Don’t worry about noise, this place is soundproof,” your brows shot up to your hairline at that but Andy didn’t explain further. “I’ve got scent neutralizers I’ll set up today before I go, just in case. You probably won’t like them so I’ll keep them by the front door and windows mainly. I’ll leave this room alone, but if you think you’re in danger, if it sounds like a raid, you bring those in here and crank them up on high.”

“You’re very…” you started, squinting as you searched for the right word, “prepared.”

Andy just looked at you.

“I have to be.”

You fell quiet after that. Reality was summed up in those four words. You thought about the fact that he was leaving you here, by yourself, for the first time since you had… since you had become one of them. A slew of scenarios rushed through your mind and none of them ended well.

And suddenly hiding the way you were, sneaking behind blackout curtains, living a half-life, didn’t feel sustainable let alone possible.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Your eyes snapped up. “No. It’s just… how long are we going to be able to do all of this? How long do we have to do all of this?”

“I don’t know,” Andy sighed heavily. He reached up and trailed a finger down the apple of your cheek. “The only thing that matters to me right now is that you’re safe. That’s my number one focus. I’ve been shielding you since the moment I picked you up from that courthouse—”

“Shielding me?”

Andy hesitated, then answered carefully, “Omegas call to us. You might be the least dominant designation, but your presence is like a megaphone. I’ve been muting that sound so-to-speak—covering you so that you won’t be detected. If another Alpha got suspicious and tried to poke around in the bonds here, it just means that they would run into me first.”

Stunned, you blurted out, “That sounds difficult.”

“Maybe,” the man shrugged and there was something smug living in his tone. “Maybe it is difficult for some Alphas.”

Some. Some but not him.

You flicked your gaze over him appraisingly and Andy instantly recognized the sizing up. The smile that grew on his lips was one you had never seen before and it had a wicked edge to it.

“I told you, Butterfly. I’m a fairly strong Alpha.”

Something flared to life in your chest and your mouth opened but no words came out. You eyed Andy for a moment and he stared right back. The look in his eyes was heavy and unnameable and it set your heartbeat to double the rate. You could hear it pounding against your ribcage and if you could hear it, so could he.

Inhaling deeply, you grasped for your natural defenses: changing the fucking subject.

“Before you go,” you piped up, your voice overly bright and you knew Andy noticed but the man wisely kept his mouth shut. “I was wondering if you knew where my duffle bag was. I wanted to wash my hair and as comfortable as your clothes are… I kind of miss my own.”

The air around you instantly shifted. You felt it, the change, like muscles tensing before the countdown to a big race—like the bracing before a storm.

Andy had gone eerily still.

“I had to dump it.”

Shock rolled through you like a tidal wave and with it came anger and disbelief.

“You… what?” You sputtered, sitting up now. “Why would you do that? Those were my things! The only things that I have left! You didn't even think to check with me? To ask if that was okay?”

Andy’s mouth thinned, “I know and I’m sorry, but we have to—”

“There was no 'we' here! There was just you making a decision without asking me," you bit out, your voice hard. And then the words kept tumbling out, like they had been building beneath the surface of your skin and finally broke through their cage. "Let me guess, your main focus was making sure I was 'drenched in an Alpha's scent', right?"

Andy didn't get angry. He merely he lifted one brow until you felt like ducking your head. The Alpha leaned back and folded his arms across his massive chest. He tipped his head at you, his words equally hard. “Actually I was going to say that we have to make it look like I’m the only one that lives here. If this place were to be searched, the less things I needed to hide, the better. That’s why you’ll wear my clothes and use my toiletries.”

The two of you continued to face off, meeting each other's gazes steadily in a play at dominance. But you were no match, not for him.

Suddenly, as if some invisible rubber band snapped, you couldn't take anymore. The tension sagged out of you and you sighed, dropping your eyes, shoulders slumping. There was a momentary flash of triumph in the Alpha’s eyes. Then that softened and he sighed, unfolding his arms.

“Listen, anything extra that you need, anything you even want, I’ll get for you, but we’ll just have to make it looks like it’s mine.” You said nothing, still clearly upset. Andy deflated slightly, shaking his head when he noticed the stubborn set of your jaw. “Listen, Butterfly, I am doing my absolute best to keep you off of everyone's radar,” he said lowly, and reached for your hand. You almost pulled away. You didn’t though and soon Andy was sweeping his thumb over your knuckles. He looked so tired and so sad and you hated that it tugged at your heart. “That means that I have had to make some tough decisions and I’m going to ask that you trust me on this. You said you feel safe with me, so let me do what I have to in order to keep you safe.”

You watched him carefully for a long time. Truth shone in Andy’s face and you pursed your lips, everything in you softening considerably. Logically, his reasoning made sense. You just hated that it did. You hated that it was yet another thing you had to adjust to, yet another thing that changed.

“I understand,” you murmured.

Andy’s nostrils flared. “You don’t smell happy about it.”

“Am I supposed to be?” You scoffed and turned away, trying to be angry but failing. Something else welled up inside of you and it had tears stacking in your eyes like a tower of unstable bricks ready to spill over at a moment’s notice.

You trembled.

“No,” the Alpha admitted after a long moment. He exhaled heavily, “You’re right. That was insensitive of me. What can I do to make this easier?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted in a choked voice. “This is just… hard.” Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, feeling everything inside of you lock up, “And I know I’m not the only one this had been difficult for. I don’t want you to think I’m ungrateful, but—it’s a lot of change and I’m scared, Andy. I’m scared about what’s going to happen, what could happen. I don’t even know what my life is going to look like, what kind of future I could even have, and that really sucks, you know?” Your voice shook and everything in you began to tremble. You could feel Andy’s gaze on you, honed in, burning, and you kept your eyes closed because you needed to find a way to say this. “And I know it sounds stupid, but I kind of liked the little bubble we had going and I wasn't ready for it to burst. You’re also leaving me here alone today and it’s just… I feel like I need…”

Your voice died, trapped, and your face screwed up. You felt Andy shift on the bed, waiting. You shook again and a tear slipped down your cheek, faster than a falling star.

“What do you need, Butterfly?” Andy’s voice floated to your ears and drew your eyes open. You stared up at the Alpha but he was looking at you, eyes shining with such vulnerable pain, as though he felt the very thing ripping you in two. His voice was very quiet and pleading as he asked again, “What do you need?”

“Could I maybe give my mother a call?” Your shoulders hitched up to your ears and your mouth twisted, staring at Andy in quiet hope. When he didn’t answer right away, you clarified. “While you’re at work today? I haven’t talked to her since—”

“No.”

Stunned, you flinched back like he had struck you.

Andy watched your reaction and shook once, like he had taken a blow as well. Still, he didn’t budge. “You can only have contact with her for emergencies right now.”

“Andy—”

He cut off your hurt plea with a low growl and your mouth snapped shut, teeth clicking together, your eyes huge.

He had never growled at you before.

“I don’t know if you realize just how much danger you’re in,” he started, pulse jumping wildly in his throat. “If word got out, if one phone call was tapped—do you know what they would do? Project Restore would take you in an instant and you’d be bred around the clock. They’d rip you open and sew you back together again. And me? They’d drag me out in the streets, strip me, beat me, and string me up for the city to see.”

Your blood went cold. You didn’t have to imagine what he was describing because you had seen it, everyone had. Jaw trembling, you blinked and another tear made the jump, landing on the comforter bunched around your lap with a soft, wet plop. Andy watched it, his face screwing up something awful, and then it smoothed out.

“I don't want to scare you,” he rasped, wetting his lips. He stared down at the wet spot from your tear. “But maybe being scared is good right now. Maybe it’ll keep us alive.”

He rose to his feet and you turned away from him, even as he reached the door and glanced back at you.

“Just… give me some time to figure things out. Please, Butterfly.”

And then he was gone.

(((((())))))

Turning on the television had been a bad idea.

You had seen the four Omegas before—the whole country had. Project Restore was fond of parading them in front of the cameras as a part of their propaganda. But as you sat on the couch today, staring into the screen, it was like the very first time.

The vacancy in their gazes, the hunched shoulders, the way that the Alphas loomed over them as they touted their long-awaited success (a scientific breakthrough they called it).

You expected it to make you sick, and on some level it did, but it also made you angry. The anger that filled you now was something you had never quite experienced before. It was one thing to experience the cruelty of this world as a Designationless, but it was something very different to experience it as an Omega.

You stared at the black-haired Omega on the screen, the one that everyone was so proud of, and your blood turned to fire and it all came rushing back, how much you hated all of this, the thousand ways you wanted to burn it all to the ground, and nothing else mattered.

Something inside of you cracked; you would realize, much later, that it was your restraint.

No matter how much you fought against it, you were one of them now. Those were your sisters and you had to do something.

Your gaze slid to the front door.

Before you knew what you were doing, you were on your feet. Stopping just in front of the door, you stared into your warped reflection in the shiny silver handle. Your stomach clenched.

Inhaling, you reached for the doorknob at the same moment there was a tug in the center of your chest, it felt curious but also concerned and you reeled for a second, not sure what to make of the strange sensation.

The curtains and the door stay closed, Butterfly.

Shaking your head as Andy's voice from the night before floated through your mind, you shoved it away, brows pulling low over your eyes.

The deadbolt slid open with a solid click and you went for the doorknob next and—

It wouldn’t budge.

You froze.

A beat later, you tried again and still nothing. Heart racing, your eyes searched for any sort of lock you had missed and came up blank. Desperate, you planted your foot on the wall beside the door and yanked with everything you had.

Nothing.

You staggered backwards, chest heaving. He had locked you in. Andy had locked you inside this apartment. That was the only explanation.

Betrayal stung like venom in your heart. You were shaking all over and the panic was rising, the feeling of being trapped—just like all the other Omegas. The only difference was your cage had the illusion of freedom.

Andy had said the apartment was soundproof. You put that to the test when you dropped to your knees and screamed your throat to shreds.

(((((())))))

You were sitting on the ground next to your bedroom door, one leg extended, the other bent, glaring at the large, extravagant bed. One arm rested over your knee and your hand curled into a fist.

There was a scent in the air and it wasn’t pleasant. You figured it was appropriate that the smell of your simmering rage was that of burnt and blackened brown sugar. It was still the essence of who you were, but there was a bitterness to it that you had never known until now.

You stayed perfectly still when your sensitive ears caught the telltale sounds of the front door opening. You listened to the clink of keys drop onto the counter. A few moments later footsteps slowly approached.

You wondered if he had any idea what was waiting for him.

Andy hesitated outside the door, the fact that you were that attuned to him that you knew his movements should have frightened you, but you were beyond caring at this point.

The handle above your head jiggled and you felt a sick sort of satisfaction when Andy realized that you had managed to lock the door to your bedroom.

It hadn’t been hard. All you needed was a fork to jam into it (you had your mother to thank for that tip).

“Butterfly.” Andy called out slowly and there was no small amount of suspicion there. “What are you doing?”

Your upper lip curled and you turned your head and growled at the Alpha on the other side of the door. You had never made the sound before and it came more easily and was far more impressive than you could have hoped for.

A beat of silence.

“That’s cute. You want to open the door?”

Incensed at his dismissal, you narrowed your eyes at his shadow. “No.”

The door handle jiggled again, this time with more force.

“Open the door,” Andy demanded, his own frustration bleeding through and oh, how ironic that was.

“Make me,” you bit out.

There was a long moment of quiet and something about it set you on edge. The air felt full of static, like it would the second before lightning struck. Your blood was buzzing beneath your skin.

And then—

“Open the door, Omega.”

Andy’s voice deepened as though there were thousands of others before him, with him, all speaking at the same time. The command rolled through you, latching onto the back of your neck like a phantom hand, and it squeezed until you had no choice but to obey.

It took you three attempts to remove your homemade lock and that was because your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The compulsory need to comply, to do as Andy said, was so strong you could hardly see straight.

Gulping, you carefully cracked open the door and the first thing you saw was Andy’s stone-like expression. He seemed… bigger, if that were possible. Everything about him and the way he held himself was larger than life and felt intimidating as hell.

You remembered all the times you had mimicked posturing Alphas and you realized now how foolish you looked when staring into the face of one as strong as Andy.

“Don’t challenge me, it won’t end well,” was all he said before pushing the door open further. You stumbled back and Andy’s eyes slid to the mangled fork in your hand like it was a snake he wanted to kill.

You dropped it to the ground.

His gaze lifted back to your face and you flat out shivered. The Alpha’s nostrils flared. “Now, what was this about?” You just shook your head but Andy was having none of that. “Words,” he snapped at you, “use them.”

“You locked me in.”

Andy went still and then his eyes narrowed. “You tried to leave?”

And all at once, you were angry once more. No, you weren’t just angry. You were pissed.

“That’s not what we’re talking about,” you said, your voice shaking as you forced yourself to meet this Alpha’s eyes because you could not lose to him. You might be an Omega, but that didn’t mean you were weak. “You have me trapped in here, Andy. I can’t even call my own mother, you’ve taken everything I own, you fucking locked me inside—”

“—for your safety—”

“—what am I supposed to think of all this?!” Your voice cracked in the room like a whip. “You keep saying I’m safe here, but you didn’t tell me that safe meant trapped.”

A flash of hurt shot across Andy’s face and you wondered if you had gone too far but it was too late; the anger was rushing through you and your teeth chattered behind your words.

“I’m starting to wonder what the difference is between you and the Alphas at Project—”

“I am nothing like them.” Andy’s voice was pure ice.

For the first time, you actually moved closer to him. You didn’t tremble. You didn’t even flinch. You merely tilted your head back and challenged his gaze.

“Prove it.”

Andy said nothing before spinning on his heels and storming into the living room. You watched him walk away from you and it felt like your heart tore loose, like it was dangling in your ribcage by a single, thinning thread. The pain was so sharp, so deep, it had you following after him, bare feet slapping on the hardwood floor.

He had his back to you but turned his head to the side at your approach and you stopped mid-step. You stared at his profile, the sharp angles still achingly beautiful—even now.

“I will say this once, Omega,” Andy’s voice went quiet. He turned now to stare at you full on and the sheer power and presence radiating from him nearly had your knees buckling. “Everything that I do is for you. Every decision I make, every risk, every single fucking thought in my head is about you. I can hardly sleep because I’m worrying about how to keep you alive, to make sure that there isn’t something I’m missing about your designation because no one knows a goddamn thing about it and what you might need. I’m terrified that they’ll find you and I feel that fear in my bones. This country is fucked and I’m trying to make the best of an impossible situation. I know this isn’t what you wanted, but it’s what you have.”

You were speechless, staring up at him. There was a certain kind of truth living there in his words, a hard and angular truth, begging to make itself known. You felt the anger physically drain out of you and when it fully left, you felt raw, like the molten heat of it had scrubbed you clean from the inside out.

Andy stepped closer. His eyes flickered between both of yours and then flashed to your mouth.

Your stomach flipped.

“You have to know that I…” the words were nothing more than a breath in the back of the Alpha’s throat. He shifted closer still, until you felt the heat radiating off of him.

You shook your head, whispering back, “Know what?”

He made a quiet noise as his eyes continued to search yours. When he next spoke, his voice was so soft you almost didn’t hear it but you felt it; he was close enough you felt his chest rumble with the words—

“Not now. I can’t.”

A beat passed and you let out a very small whine.

“Andy.” You weren’t sure what you wanted, or even what you wanted to say, but his name alone was enough.

This close to the Alpha, you were able to catch the slight shiver that passed through him before he stepped back, putting some space between the two of you, and cleared his throat. “I know we didn’t leave on the best terms this morning, but I had been hoping that tonight we could do something special. Or at least different.”

Your heart lurched and you wondered what it would take for the thread that it was barely hanging on by to snap. Even stranger, you found that you didn’t want it to snap.

And it was that thought that had you offering up a truce.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked, softly.

Andy offered you a sad, small smile. “Let me go clean up, get out of this suit first.”

(((((())))))

You were having a staring contest with the oven by the time Andy came wandering out of his room in a pair of soft flannels and a simple white t-shirt. He paused next to the fridge, brows lifting in question.

“I thought pizza might be nice,” you pointed to the box on the counter.

Andy hummed in agreement and walked over to you. Before you could even register what he was doing, a large hand cupped the back of your head, holding you still while he pressed a kiss into your hair.

You froze and Andy didn’t comment on it, he just gave you fond look as he pulled away. “Thank you.”

Thoroughly distracted from your mission of ‘Make-Sure-The-Pizza-Doesn’t-Burn’, you watched Andy snag a beer out of the fridge and then wander over to a hall closet. He disappeared inside and a few moments popped back out with an armful of board games.

A feeling that could only be described as delight shot through you and across the room, Andy’s head shot up like you had called his name.

“Good choice?” He asked with a hopeful grin.

You smiled back, feeling both shy and playful. “If we start with Scrabble, just so that I can kick your ass.”

Two slices of pizza later, your belly was filled and everything felt warm. The two of you sat opposite of each other at the dining table. You wiped your mouth on a napkin and leaned forward, eagerly watching Andy place the last of his tiles onto the board.

“’Snuck’ isn’t a word, Mr. Barber. I believe the word you are looking for is, ‘Sneaked’,” you informed him haughtily. “You should know that, you went to law school.”

“Bullshit,” Andy said over the mouth of his beer with a grin. “It is a word. People use it all the time.”

You lifted one finger, “It only came about in the nineteenth century and is a Northern American dialect. We are playing a proper game here.”

“Dictionary,” he demanded, hold out his hand.

“You’re really going to dispute this?”

“I went to law school,” Andy repeated your words flatly, “of course I am.”

You picked up the Scrabble Dictionary and handed it over, shaking your head as he all but tore open the cover. “I’ve beaten the shit out of you this round. There’s no point, really. I’d suggest conceding gracefully while you still have the chance,” you told him with an exaggerated sigh. “I may not be so merciful later.”

It was true when you looked at the board. You had racked up the points, hitting multiple triple word squares. Andy’s eyes met yours over the top of the dictionary and they narrowed.

“Oh, it’s gonna be like that, huh?”

“Of course, it is,” you flashed him a wide grin, a tingling feeling zipping up your spine. “Why don’t you choose another game and we’ll see if it’ll be a second loss for team Alpha.”

(((((())))))

You had made a tactical mistake.

Carefully, you inhaled through your nose and exhaled just as slowly through you mouth, lowering the tweezers into the slot just over the stomach of the patient. You eyed the white butterfly sitting at the bottom of the hole in absolute silent concentration, clamping a wing with the tweezers, you oh so slowly began to lift it out—

A guttural huff burst from the Alpha’s throat across the table and the sound, like before, caused a chain reaction in you that you couldn’t stop if your life depended on it.

Jerking in surprise, you chirped in response and dropped the butterfly when the tweezers hit the side of the stomach slot and the light over the patient’s nose lit up in a bright, cherry red.

“You asshole!” You hissed and dropped the tool, glaring up at Andy’s innocent expression. “You did that on purpose!”

He lifted both hands in surrender, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. “Honest mistake.”

“Oh, and the two other times you did that were mistakes, too?”

Andy watched your ire like he had found his new favorite hobby. The Alpha bit his bottom lip to try to hide his grin and then slowly released it. The playfulness on full display from him was something you had never seen before and you’d be damned if you let him know how much you were enjoying it.

Especially when he tilted his head to the side, lifting a single brow your direction. “Are you always this grumpy when you lose?”

“I’m not losing,” you grit out. “You’re cheating!”

Andy snapped his teeth at you and the action was so animal-like it took you aback. He didn’t seem to think anything of it. Instead, something downright mischievous was twinkling in his blue gaze.

“Didn’t know you were so easily distracted, Omega,” he commented with a sly smile. Fingers clutching the neck of his beer, Andy lifted it to his lips and paused, eyeing you long enough that it had you squirming in your seat. He waited a beat, then—“I wonder what other noises can you make.”

Your mouth dropped open. There was a spot in your chest that felt like it was glowing, beating like the pulse of a heart, and it flared now in a tingling sensation. Your toes curled. The corners of Andy’s eyes crinkled as he drank your reaction in.

Desire shot through you, and with it, a delicate brown sugar scent. Andy’s nostrils flared and his eyes gleamed. When he spoke, his voice had deepened and there was something inhuman about it.

“Maybe someday we should find out some day.”

Your chest burned. You sucked in a breath, eyes locked on his. “Maybe we should finish the game first.”

He stared at you for a long time and you watched the beautiful details in his eyes as the colors shifted back and forth from deep arctic blue to fiery gold. Andy didn’t say a word, but you saw the naked want in his face.

And then it became too much.

You dropped your eyes with a shaky exhale. Biting the inside of your cheek, you felt very much like a thirteen year old girl talking to your crush and very much like an animal backed into a corner by a creature who hadn’t yet decided whether it wanted to eat you or not.

Finally, Andy reached for the tweezers and made his attempt to gain the point you had missed when you dropped the butterfly. You watched him in silence and though his brows were furrowed in concentration, something told you he was highly aware of your every move.

And seeing as how the Alpha had openly cheated during this game of Operation, you decided to level the playing field.

It was only fair.

Your mind raced, trying to figure out a way to distract him effectively. Chirping felt like you were stealing his trick and you needed something that would drive home the fact that you played to win. You had always known that words were the second choice of communication in this world; body language was everything.

The idea came out of left field and it was wild enough that you were fairly certain it would work. Andy had just taken hold of the tiny butterfly when you shifted in your seat.

Like you expected, his eyes darted to you and that’s when you struck.

Holding his gaze, you smirked and tipped your head back, exposing your throat to him.

You didn’t know what reaction he would have, but the rumbling growl that burst from Andy’s chest was not it. Your eyes flew open in shock but his gaze was locked on your pulse; the gland at the base of your neck positively thrummed to life at his attention.

The Alpha gracefully unfolded his body and rose from his chair, stalking towards you. Your heart pounded, climbing its way up your throat, as he slowly approached with eyes of liquid fire. There was nothing you could do but stay perfectly still, your blood buzzing, tingles racing along your skin, as Andy took your face in his hands and gently lowered your chin.

Seeing the confusion and question in your eyes, he simply shook his head.

“Don’t give me your throat unless you mean it.”

Releasing his hold on you slowly, you closed your eyes as you came back to yourself. It felt like you were in a trance, a daze, and the mixing scents of brown sugar and apples and cinnamon wasn’t helping.

Holy shit, what just happened?

Your eyes fluttered open. Andy was back in his chair, watching you with hooded gold eyes. He looked like a rubber band about to snap, stretching thinner and thinner by the second.

“As fun as this is,” Andy started in a strained tone. He closed his eyes and rolled his neck and shoulders, like he was trying to physically shake something off. When his eyes opened, they were blue once more. He looked exhausted and only proved that by his next words. “I should get some sleep. I’ve got a lot of meetings tomorrow.

“Mm,” you agreed, unable to say much more.

Andy glanced at you. His brows lifted and you saw the familiar concern trickle across his expression. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, a bit,” you said softly, shrugging your shoulders.

“We had a rough day,” Andy sighed. “I’m just glad it ended better than it started.”

A tiny smile crept onto your lips but you nodded in agreement. You thought back to the rage that had consumed you earlier, the betrayal and confusion you had felt. You knew there were still things the two of you needed to work out, but now that you had some time to think, now that you found yourself face to face with him, you felt more settled.

“C’mere, Omega.”

Your head shot up at that quiet request, blinking. “Hmm?”

“Just come here,” Andy repeated, holding out a hand to you in offering. His fingers twitched, beckoning you to him and you were rising up out of your seat before you knew what you were doing.

The walk to Andy’s chair was short but it felt like time had stretched itself by the time your feet came to a stop in front of him. The Alpha tilted his face up, taking both of your hands in his. His thumbs swept over your knuckles and you had felt the strength of this Alpha before, but it was his gentleness that had your heart thudding.

“Would it be okay if I held you for a while?” Andy asked and the question was so vulnerable, it seemed to turn everything inside of you soft and sweet.

Your lips were curving on their own and you nodded gently. “Yes, please.”

Andy gave you a pleased look and then pushed out his chair and opened his arms. Your heart fluttered like a bird and you felt that warm glow in the center of your chest spread out down your arms and legs like warm honey as you crawled into Andy’s lap.

The Alpha had you turned sideways, a muscular arm wrapped around your shoulders, giving you something to lean against. His other hand was just above your knee, holding you to him. You felt the press of his bearded cheek resting against your forehead and all at once, you both sighed, as if you shared lungs.

Andy’s scent wrapped around you and it smelled so good, so right, you turned your face, pressing your nose lightly into his neck.

“That’s is,” Andy rumbled. “Take what you need, Butterfly. It’s okay.”

Your brows pulled together, an emotion too strong and too deep and too real to be named rolled through you. Inhaling his scent, you felt it begin to fill all the empty spaces inside of you like a balloon.

You had never felt safer and more protected and more surrounded in your entire fucking life.

“I’m sorry,” Andy was murmuring suddenly, his voice a mere whisper. You went still, but didn’t pull away from the comforting way you were tucked into his throat. You felt it bob as he swallowed. “For this morning. I let the stress and my temper get to me,” the hand on your knee squeezed gently. “I want to be better for you.”

A low noise came from the back of your throat, an attempt at comforting him.

“You’re a good Alpha, Andy.”

“I should have told you about the door.”

You didn’t say anything, couldn’t find the words. Andy inhaled, his wide chest expanding and moving your body with it.

“I locked it after I saw how you reacted this morning. Hell, I should have told you about your bag. It's just... I’ve never even known an Omega until you and my instincts are going a little haywire,” he explained, sounding embarrassed. “I’m going to make a lot of mistakes, but I hope you’ll continue to be as brave as you were today in calling me out on my shit.”

Slowly, your hand lifted and came to rest on Andy’s chest, right over his heart. It thumped in response, like it was saying hello. You smiled sweetly at it.

“As much as I hate admitting it... It was probably a smart thing, locking it,” you said eventually, resting your head on his firm shoulder. “I had watched the news and saw one of the celebration ceremonies. I was so upset seeing the other Omegas that I just wanted to do something. Anything. I know if I got out that I wouldn’t have gotten very far and I really don’t want to think about where I would be right now if you hadn’t locked that door. I guess I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

Neither of you said anything for a long time after that. Andy had almost lulled you to sleep in his arms when you heard his voice one last time.

“We’re okay now?” He asked and though he knew the answer, you figured the verbal confirmation was important to a man like him.

Your snuggled deeper in, sighing out a soft, sleepy, “Yes, Alpha.”

(((((())))))

Over the next week the two of you established a routine of sorts.

Andy would come wake you up before he left for work in the morning with soft whispers and gentle touches. After he left, you almost always dug through his laundry and pulled out the shirt he wore the day before. Most of the time you wore it around the house, tucking your nose into the shoulder every now and then, just to breathe him in.

You stayed away from the news, opting to watch some of the movies from Andy’s collection or curling up on the couch with one of the thriller novels he had.

Daytime was the hardest. You tried to keep yourself busy and for now it was working, but you knew it wouldn’t last. Boredom would eventually hit and, to be honest, you weren’t sure how long you would be able to stand it.

You didn’t want to say anything to Andy because things had been going so smoothly. He was smiling more and there seemed to be a weight lifted off his shoulders. Not to mention, the slick-inducing looks he kept sending your way had you distracted in an entirely different way.

Every night ended with you in his lap, tucking your nose into his neck. He didn’t even have to prompt you anymore, you had gotten to the point where you initiated. It helped when he explained both of your designations biological need for touch—that it released chemicals reducing your stress. Going too long without any contact led to explosions…

Like the kind you had the night you locked Andy out of your room.

Though you had grown up with a Beta mother, there were so many things you had to learn about the hindbrain and how it functioned. Andy was a fantastic teacher, patient and kind, and he challenged you constantly in your assumptions.

He was everything an Alpha should be.

Of course, you might be a bit biased, but so would anyone who was being taken care of and made to constantly feel safe, secure, and supported. The more time you spent with him, the more you also became aware of the bond between the two of you.

You hadn’t been able to name it before, but you knew what it was now. You dreamed of it at night, that same glittering silver thread tying you to him.

And every day the thread grew stronger, thicker, tighter. You could feel Andy nudge you sometimes, like when a dog would bump its nose into you for attention. There were times you swore you felt the flare of his emotions, at least when they were strong. Other times it went oddly silent.

But you knew it was there, even if the Alpha never uttered a single word about it.

(((((())))))

He was late.

You glanced at the clock again. Andy was never late. He always came home at six o’clock on the dot but it was nearing eight now and your nerves were shot. You were perched on the couch, knees tucked into your chest.

The apartment was silent. The dinner you had prepared sat cold on the table and you couldn’t bring yourself to put it away. Not yet.

It was another half hour before you heard the slide of the deadbolt. Shooting up off the couch, your heart thudding hard against your ribcage, you stared wide-eyed at the door as Andy wandered in, his face lowered to the ground.

You stayed quiet and still, fear mixing with concern as you took in the way his shoulders slumped and the exhaustion you could feel pouring off him. His body fell back against the door as it shut, eyes closed.

“Hey,” Andy croaked at last.

You stayed where you were, watching him in concern. “Are you okay?”

Andy’s head lifted and he squinted at you as though he was having trouble even staying upright. He pushed off the door with his shoulders and walked toward you. You let him pull you into his arms, one hand cupping the back of your head, the other falling to the small of your back.

“Rough day at work,” Andy murmured into your hair. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

You pulled back, tilting you face up to look at him. “What happened?”

Andy met your gaze and his jaw clenched and for a breath of a moment, you saw something hard and mean and almost vicious flicker behind the Alpha’s eyes.

“One of my coworkers is riding my ass. He… we’ve always butted heads but he crossed a line today and I snapped. I wanted to cool off before I came home. You shouldn’t have to see me like that.”

“I’m sorry,” you said right away. “Can I do anything to help?”

Andy just stared at you for the longest time.

He swallowed heavily and then his gaze fell to your throat. The bond in your chest tingled. He wet his lips, hesitating a moment before he quietly asked, “Can I…?”

The Alpha’s eyes flew back to your face. You knew what he was asking, but even more, Andy knew what he was asking.

Don’t give me your throat unless you mean it.

You reached up and took hold of his hand. Sucking in a breath, eyes locked on his, you made a decision. “Come on, then.”

Andy let you lead him over to the sofa and he sat down onto the soft leather per your direction. You felt his eyes on you like a weighted vest as you stood over him and the gland on your neck throbbed until it was painful.

It was a physical sensation, Andy’s look. You felt it with your whole body, a buzzing, tingling sensation that was very much like adrenaline, and you felt it in your spine, like someone was following the string of bones and nerves with a finger—

Fucking hell.

You trembled under the intensity of it all as you climbed into his lap, the same way you had every night for the past week. But this time instead of tucking your face into neck, you carded your fingers through his thick hair and tugged lightly until his head bent. Only then did you tilt your head back and offer the Alpha your throat.

“Butterfly…” Andy whispered but you held yourself still and focused on breathing.

With your eyes closed, you never saw the way Andy’s gaze honed in on your pulse but you felt his hands tighten on around you. You felt a large, warm palm slide up the soft flesh of your belly to right underneath your breasts. He nosed under your chin, pushing your head just a tiny bit further back.

Taking just a little more.

You had expected the tip of his nose, but what you got was the feather-light scrape of Andy’s teeth on your throat and the hot lips that followed, closing over your pulse in a dizzying kiss.

Heat shot through you and you clamped down on that feeling, even as the syrupy scent of brown sugar filled your nose. Your nipples hardened into little nubs and his thumb brushed the underside of your chest. You held her breath and forced yourself to calm down, trying with everything in you to shove your desire, your want, your fucking need away.

This was about helping Andy. Not the fact that you could practically feel your pupils dilate as you melted on the inside, the runoff pooling directly between your legs, warm and heavy.

Of course that all went to hell when Andy’s other hand slowly rose and fisted a handful of hair at the back of your head, forcing you to bear even more of your throat, as if he were preparing you for something.

You whimpered, unable to stop yourself.

“Shh, Omega,” Andy breathed against your throat, moving his mouth lower and lower until—

A hot tongue touched your mating gland and your eyes flew open, chest heaving. Slick gushed from core like a wet sponge and you clenched with everything you had, mouth falling open in a soundless scream.

You rolled your hips, body jerking uncontrollably and above you, Andy groaned. Apples and cinnamon blended with the brown sugar scent and it was enough to nearly send you over the edge. As if he knew, as if he could somehow tell, Andy held you fast, pulling his mouth away from that spot. But he didn’t stop entirely.

The Alpha simply changed tactics, planting intoxicating and almost formless kisses up the length of your throat, lips and tongue and teeth leaving a wet trail in his wake. Hot breath coated your jaw. Teeth nipped at your chin and then your bottom lip and the feeling of it all drew a moan out from the very pit of your belly.

And at the sound, he snapped.

Andy moved suddenly, growling deep in his chest, hands wrapping around your waist until you were lifted in the air. He turned you so that you were straddling him.

Or more like, straddling one muscular thigh.

Your eyes bulged and before you could get a single word out, or even a squeak of surprise, Andy surged forward and his mouth slotted over yours.

Big hands squeezed your waist, fingers curling around your ribs as he kissed you. You whined into his mouth, fingers scraping along his beard. He let out a low grown when you melted against him and he broke away after a moment, inhaling sharply, eyes bright and lips swollen. Nuzzling your face, he nipped at your jaw, breathing unsteady.

“You want this?” The Alpha huffed against your face. His hands slid down to the flare of your hips and pulled you down harder against his thigh, silently urging you to move against him.

Shaking, trembling all over, you panted. Hooking an arm around his neck, you whined, unable to get a single fucking word out of your throat. It was easier just to bury your face in the side of his neck and nod.

“Okay,” Andy breathed out. Fingers flexing against your skin, his mouth was at your ear, breathing heavy and hot against your skin. “I don’t want you to hide from me though. I want to see your pretty face if I’m going to ruin you, Butterfly.”

You bit your lip and shifted against him, squeezing your thighs and searching for the right amount of pressure.

“I said I want to see your face, Omega.” Gasping, you lifted your head finally and met Andy’s hungry eyes. “There’s a good girl,” he murmured, both hands scraping at your lower back until they cupped your ass, gripping and kneading just this side of painful. Andy’s mouth curled into a shark-like grin at the broken gasp that slipped out of your mouth. “Here’s what we’re going to do: you’re going to ride my thigh until you come.”

Your mouth fell open and the bond flared between the two of you, hot and electric. It pulled at you, like Andy was at the other end of the rope and you had challenged him to a one-way game of tug-o-war.

And you had no hope of winning.

After a particularly sharp tug, your hips canted upward, the pressure of his leg firm against your core. Your hands flew to his shoulders to brace yourself.

Andy darted forward, catching your mouth in a wet kiss. “C’mon, Butterfly,” his fingers stroked and kneaded, coaxing you into motion. “Move those pretty hips for me. It’ll make both of us feel better.”

Your breath hitched against his cheek, eyes fluttering shut as you ground against him. Andy moaned in your ear and there was a second rush of warm, wet slick pooling between your thighs. The Alpha growled as he smelled the fresh wave and it only made you produce more—until you were almost embarrassingly wet.

Rocking against him, you tried to hit your clit just right, tried to get the pressure you needed and while it felt incredible—while he felt incredible between your thighs—it wasn’t enough.

You wanted to be filled.

You wanted… you…

“Andy…”

Shamelessly, you pressed your chest against his, rubbing your torsos together as you swiveled your hips harder.

“Yeah, baby?” Andy mouthed at the spot beneath your ear and sucked until your panting became small mewls of pleasure. “What do you need, Omega? Tell me.”

You rolled against him hard, your pussy clenching and aching and wanting. He smelled so good and felt even better and you were losing your mind in the rush of it all. You wanted more—needed more.

“I,” you gasped. “I want,” your breathing hitched, “Please!”

Andy watched you rock against him, watched you use his thigh for your own pleasure, his gaze heavy and intense. The bond in your chest felt like a goddamn volcano.

“I know what you want, Omega,” there was a deepness in Andy’s tone, a darkness in his words that slid over your skin and made you want to get on your hands and knees and offer yourself to him on a silver fucking platter. Andy saw it and his eyes flashed gold, like the flipping of a coin. “Not tonight. Tonight is about what I want and I want you to come all over my thigh until you can’t remember your own name.”

Your bared your teeth at his denial but grabbed onto his shoulder with one hand, grinding down on his leg with new vigor. Slick was soaking through the fabric of his trousers and he let out a rough groan, nipping at your mouth.

“You smell so fucking good, Butterfly,” Andy’s voice was husky. “C’mon, just a little more. I know you're getting close. Can smell it, can feel it.”

Your legs start to shake, hips rolling harder and faster. Teeth dug into your bottom lip as the pressure began to build and you whimpered.

Andy grinned, his mouth open and panting and the next thing you knew you were clinging to his neck with both arms, nails crinkling the crisp material of the shirt on his back as he took over. Hands gripped you, fingers denting into the soft flesh of your ass, grinding your pussy over his thigh until all you could hear was your shared moans and the wetness of your own slick.

You were so close, so fucking close. The emptiness was torture. Tears sprung in your eyes because he didn’t understand, you needed more, you needed to be filled—

“Come for me.”

You screamed.

The orgasm hit you hard; like you were getting ripped in half. If it weren’t for his fast reflexes, you would have jerked yourself completely out of his grip. Andy wound his arms around you as you bit his right shoulder, stifling your cry.

It left you weak and gasping and utterly limp in his arms. You lifted your head but could barely keep your eyes open and your breath was leaving you in shallow pants, your forehead pressed against his. Andy’s lips brushed against yours in slow, lazy strokes. When you both had finally caught your breath, he kissed you one last time before nudging his nose against yours and pulling back.

“You okay?” Andy asked and his voice sounded hoarse. Funny, he hadn’t been the one screaming. Big hands smoothed over your arms, your thighs, like he was taking inventory. Concern etched into his face. “You’re shaking, Butterfly.”

“It was just a little… intense,” you managed to squeak out, holding onto him for dear life.

Andy hummed, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He shifted you a little and you whimpered at both how sensitive you were and the sloppy wet, sucking sound the mess between your legs made. The Alpha glanced down at it and there was a deep kind of satisfaction in that look. He lifted one brow, “You made a mess of me.”

“I’m sorry,” you looked down between the two of you, realizing that he was still in his nice slacks from work… which were now utterly ruined. “I—”

Andy’s eyes slid up to yours and your mouth clicked shut at the predatory thing you saw staring back at you.

“I want you to do it again.”

(((((())))))

You’re smart. Don’t get swept away, okay? I love you. Remember that. Always remember that.

[peachycheol]

| lost in translation |

➸ summary: jeonghan asks you to translate some of his fans’ comments, but you hadn’t expected them to be so... dirty.  ➸ genre: pwp  ➸ pairing: idol!jeonghan x english-speaking friend!reader ➸ warning: dirty talk, oral sex (m. and fem. receiving), face fucking, deep throating, cum swallowing <333, **the italicized comments are in english**  ➸ w.c: 2.6k

➸ author’s note: hi i’m alive!! i’m so sorry to have kept you all waiting for so long, but i kinda just lost my mojo for a little bit 😔  but worry not- i have experienced a reawakening and i am now more of a whore than ever so hopefully i can get back to posting more. i have a lot i have planned out, but i wanted to get a quick fic out to y’all as a BIG THANK YOU bc i reached so many milestones while i was gone 🥺 🥰 💕  i love you guys and i’m really glad ppl are reading my fics haha

this fic is based on the infamous jeonghan gym video, y’all know the one (thank you to @haechanblr​ for reminding me of it and helping me with this fic i love u so much!!). i was actually in the middle of writing this when hoshi decided to post his own gym video and PHEW. JEEZ. I’M STILL RECOVERING. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this one bc i really enjoyed writing it 💖 🍑 

[ foreversvt ] commented: I AM ON MY KNEES  [ yoon1004 ] commented: is it jeonghan’s birthday or is it mine [ happy bday angel! ] commented: YOON JEONGHAN ???? [ twinkluvr69 ] commented: grrr wanna slurp those noodle arms like spaghetti 

You continue scrolling through the comments left underneath the video, trying to keep your face composed as you come across more and more explicit reactions from fans all over the world. Seokmin had uploaded the video to Weverse as an innocent birthday prank for Jeonghan, but he probably had not anticipated just how horny their fans could get over a seemingly harmless video of Jeonghan doing some leg presses. To be fair to the fans though, you yourself had watched the clip several times and you would be lying if you didn’t say you were… affected. 

“Well? What are they saying?” Jeonghan leans over to watch you scroll, and you are acutely aware of the warmth of his arm pressing against yours. The two of you are sitting on the floor of  your living room with your backs resting against your couch, hanging out after a small birthday dinner with some of his other friends. As one of Jeonghan’s english-speaking friends, he had asked you to help him translate some of his birthday wishes before his day ended, though you’re not sure how to tell him that his fans are not exactly sending in wholesome professions of love. 

Instead, you decide to try giving him some tamer versions in the hopes of satisfying him before you get to anything too blunt. “This user says you have noodle arms, but I think they like it so it’s okay.” 

“Hey! I’ve been trying my best to get thicker, but not all of us can be born beefed up like Seungcheol.” 

“You asked me what they said!” you laugh. “Most of these are just birthday messages anyway-- I’m sure you don’t need me to translate ‘Happy birthday, I love you!’ a thousand times.” 

“Yeah, obviously I understand the more common phrases, but there’s so many that I don’t understand today for some reason!” Jeonghan huffs, then points to a comment that you had purposefully hid under your thumb. “Like okay, what’s that one say?” 

[ seungcheolswife ] commented: wow the way this video made my pussy clench,,,, 

“Uh,” you start, already feeling your ears go warm. Should you just lie? It’s not like he would be able to tell, right? You and Jeonghan are close, but not so close that you can just say these things to him. Especially when this comment may be hitting a little too close to home for you. Even now, you remember the bolt of arousal that shot to your pussy the moment you  heard Jeonghan’s first grunt of effort. You bite your lip. No, Jeonghan really didn’t need to know about that. “I-it says something like ‘you made their heart flutter’.”

“Wait.” Jeonghan takes a moment to scan your face before his eyes narrow at you suspiciously. You give him your best innocent smile, but you already know he’s caught you. You had always been a shitty liar. “What does it really say? Is it bad?”

You sigh. Of course he hadn’t bought it. “No, it’s not bad. I just don’t know if you want to hear stuff like this…” 

“Well now I have to know. Tell me exactly what it says.” 

“E-exactly?” You meet Jeonghan’s stern gaze and you know that there’s no convincing him otherwise. What Jeonghan wants, Jeonghan gets. “I-it says that the video made their p-pussy clench.”

After several beats of silence, you look over to Jeonghan to see he is completely unaffected by the comment. Or maybe he is. His eyes glint mischievously in the light when he responds.  “I said exactly, baby. Try again.” 

Your whole body feels hot under his smug, expectant gaze; you should be surprised by the sudden pet name, but it only makes your mind fuzzy with the beginnings of arousal. You swallow thickly, unable to disobey him. “T-this video made m-my pussy clench.” 

“So naughty… Just this short clip has your cute little pussy all needy,” Jeonghan clicks his tongue, but a knowing grin spreads on his lips. His words have you shifting in your seat in an attempt to relieve the dull ache setting in between your legs, though you don’t dare let it on. It’s clear Jeonghan is playing a game with you, and although you know you’re going to lose, you’ll be damned if you let him win so easily. “Let’s read some more, hm? Translate this one for me.”

[ daddy_hannie ] commented: omg i bet jeonghan makes the hottest sounds when he’s fucking 

The comment he scrolls to nearly makes you whimper. It’s embarrassing how clearly you can recall the sound of each of his low groans coming through the screen, how sexy he sounded. Images of Jeonghan on top of you, his eyebrows furrowed as he grits out desperate groans of pleasure, leave you in a daze while your panties quickly dampen with your arousal. 

“Go on.” Jeonghan’s firm tone only makes you squirm more, and this time he takes note of the way your breathing has gone shallow and how your eyes are already hazy. 

“I bet Jeonghan makes the hottest sounds when he’s fucking,” you say softly. 

Jeonghan chuckles, his breath tickling against your neck. “Now you’re just making me blush, sweetheart. I bet you’d make some pretty noises when I’m fucking into you too,” he muses casually. You finally let out a soft whine, tired of holding your breath as he moves to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“J-jeonghan…” 

“Hm, I think we should read a couple more,” the boy says, ignoring you and scrolling through more of the comments. You pout - your wetness has already soaked through your panties, your cunt just aching for his attention, but of course Jeonghan isn’t done teasing you. 

You’re wondering how long it will take for him to finally push your back to the floor and fuck you senseless when you spot a comment that might help you get you what you want quicker. ”I want to read this one,” you tell him, already rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. 

[ ~hanniehae!~ ] commented: god i KNOW your dick is big like PLEASE I WANNA SUCK UR DICK SO BAD

He raises an amused eyebrow at you, and you wait for him to stop you, biting back a smile when he doesn’t. You make sure to look him in the eyes when you say it, his own dark eyes telling you that he’s impatient for you too, and you nearly let it out in a whine from how much you mean it. “Please Jeonghan… I want to suck your dick so bad.” 

For a sliver of a  moment, Jeonghan goes rigid. Then, his smug smile returns as he brings up a thumb to tug on your bottom lip. “Mmm, such a pretty mouth saying such filthy words,” he sighs, shaking his head. “If you wanted to put it to good use, all you had to do was ask, baby.” 

Jeonghan chuckles at how eagerly you follow him as he moves to sit on the couch behind you, keeping his hold on your chin so that you keep your eyes on his. He has you kneel between his legs and you don’t waste any time in reaching for the button and zipper on his jeans. 

The man helps you tug his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and your mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock springing back against his stomach. Of course it’s pretty just like the rest of him. “You’ve been teasing me all this time, but you’re already this hard?” you whisper tauntingly as you lean forward to ghost your lips over the base of his shaft. 

Jeonghan’s shaky exhale does not go unnoticed by you, but his response comes out smooth as ever. “Could you blame me? You just looked so cute getting all worked up from saying all those dirty things about me. I bet your little panties are soaked through by now-- guh!” He lets out a surprised groan when you suddenly flatten your tongue against him, letting it drag slowly up to his tip. 

“You talk too much.” You look up at him with a smile before you wrap your lips around his leaking tip, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. Teasingly, you swirl your tongue against his slit until you feel his hand thread through your hair, as though he’s begging you for more. You decide to be nice, lowering your mouth further down his cock, letting him feel the slide of your wet tongue on his sensitive skin. 

A soft sigh leaves his lips at the sensation, pleasantly carding his fingers through your hair as you take as much of him as you can. “That’s it. Good girl.”

His praise has you clenching around nothing, and you whine as you steadily begin to bob your head along his hard cock, reveling in how he would let out small whimpers whenever you would lightly suckle on it. 

Just as he gets used to the feeling of your mouth on him, you suddenly take him as deep as you can into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks tightly around his cock. “Oh, f-fuck!” Jeonghan lets out a strangled moan, his hips lifting from the couch to fuck further into your mouth. 

You feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, but it only spurs you on even more as you swallow around him, causing him to throw his head back in ecstasy. At this point, a dull ache starts setting in your jaw and drool begins to messily slip from the corners of your mouth as you return to sucking him at a more steady pace, and you feel your pussy throb from how dirty it all felt. Though you and Jeonghan did flirt occasionally, he had always felt off-limits to you-- he’s an idol and you’re just one of his normal-person friends. But here you are with his cock in your mouth, all thanks to the horny thoughts of his fans no less. 

To their credit, they were right. Jeonghan does make the hottest sounds while fucking. He lets out another throaty groan from above you and, unexpectedly, he pulls you off his cock. His pupils are blown wide with desire, his chest heaving slightly as he looks at the state you’re in with your swollen lips and the drool on your chin. “Can I fuck your mouth?” he asks breathlessly. 

“Yes please,” you reply, voice already a little hoarse from your efforts. You shift back on your knees to make room for Jeonghan when he stands, opening your mouth obediently when he moves to slide his cock back onto your tongue. Jeonghan tightens his grip on your hair, keeping you still as he starts to fuck into your mouth with quick, shallow thrusts. “Mmh!”

“Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good, baby,” Jeonghan sighs appreciatively. You bring your hands up to grip at the backs of his thighs to keep yourself steady when his thrusts become a little more erratic, causing you to gag around him as his cock continues to hit the back of your throat. Still, all your focus remains on hearing more of Jeonghan’s pleasured groans, on seeing his face scrunch up in absolute bliss, so you keep your mouth open wide despite the tears that prick at your eyes. When Jeonghan looks down at you taking his cock, eyes glazed over and fucked out, he curses loudly. “Shit-- can I come in your mouth?” 

Unable to speak with your mouth stuffed full, you cutely give him a thumbs up. Jeonghan would have laughed if he wasn’t so close to cumming. With several more thrusts, he cries out a strained warning before his hot release fills your mouth. He rides out his orgasm, twitching in your hold as his pleasure bleeds into oversensitivity. Once he’s pulled out, you make sure to stick your tongue out so he can see how his cum coats your tongue right before you swallow it all down; all he can do is smile thinking about how he really should have fucked you sooner. 

“So good for me,” Jeonghan says to you softly, helping you up to your feet so that he can pull you into a heated kiss full of tongue and whimpers. You desperately grip onto Jeoghan’s shirt, pressing your body against him in search for some sort of relief for the arousal that is pumping through you and straight to your neglected pussy. He can’t help but smile against your lips. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you now.” 

You let him lead you to sit on the couch-- this time you are the one sitting on the edge of the cushions with Jeonghan’s head between your legs. He slides a hand over your clothed core, humming when he finds that you really have soaked straight through your panties. Just as you begin to squirm underneath his teasing fingers, he strips you of both your leggings and underwear in one swift movement, leaving you bare before him. 

The sight of him pushing your legs apart is enough to leave you in a daze. Your breath catches when you feel cool air brushing against your inner thighs, slick with your wetness, then it all comes out in a whine when you feel Jeonghan’s velvet tongue swipes at the spot for a taste. “O-oh!” a cry slips from your lips once his tongue finally slides through your folds. “Mmh!” 

“Does it feel good?” Jeonghan whispers, not bothering to wait for a proper answer because your broken moans tell him to keep going. He spreads your lips open with his fingers, eating you out slowly and deliberately as though he is savoring his favorite meal.

The room is filled with your soft whimpers and the lewd sounds of Jeonghan’s mouth working against your pussy and it only tightens the pressure in your stomach, causing your toes to curl. “P-please-- please let me cum,” you rasp out, and your eyes roll to the back, your hand clutching tightly at the back of Jeonghan’s head, at the feeling of his tongue flattening against your clit. “Ngh! Y-yes!” 

He skillfully flicks his tongue on your bud, shaking his head back and forth until his chin is absolutely covered in your juices. When your hips begin to move of their own accord, he lets you ride his face as you please, his cock twitching at how desperate you are for him. “S-so good,” you sob, only able to mutter unintelligible nonsense in your delirium. Then, he wraps his mouth around your clit, and you’re left squealing as your legs begin to shake from how obscenely good it feels. “Shit, I-- I’m--!” 

You come undone with a loud cry of Jeonghan’s name, your body going rigid from how hard your orgasm hits you. Jeonghan takes it all, his eyes closed as he works you through your release, only letting up when you slump away from him.

The both of you finally look at each other properly in the aftermath, chests heaving and hair wild. Suddenly you’re both erupting in giggles at the realization of what you two had just done. “What are you looking at?” Jeonghan asks, eyes bright as he smiles handsomely up at you. 

You reach down to swipe your thumb against his chin, which is still shining with your cum, barely able to contain your giggles. “Who’s got the dirty mouth now?”

[bookishofalder]

Rainy Days

Spencer x Reader

Request: @starwithoutdarkness - Hey! I heard you were looking for requests! Maybe Spencer Reid x reader fake dating fluff? Combined with Request: @paulaern  - Hello!  What about Spencer Reid x reader when they realizes they love each other? Like reader makes something for Spencer and he thinks like "I can't deny anymore, I'm completely and hopeless in love with her" or something like that  (G!neutral if you want)

A/N: Thank you so much for sending in requests! Hope this makes you smile!

Warnings: Swearing, moderate BAU violence, creepy men, fluffiest fluff, intense headache description. Set randomly post prison Reid but Hotch is still there because he should have been! WC-2,488

Spencer was staring at the geo-profile he had been working on all day, very glad to be inside. The weather in Seattle had stayed consistently rainy for the two days the BAU team had been in town assisting in catching a killer, who had been committing serial robberies/murders with no apparent rhyme or reason. And while Spencer didn’t mind the rain, he did mind loud, busy cities. Combined, they usually led to a headache that would take a day or two to recover.

The door to the conference room he was working alone in burst open and slammed shut so suddenly he nearly jumped out of his skin, turning to see-

You.

Spencer hated it when you appeared without warning, catching him entirely off guard and presenting the risk that you would notice the visible effort it took for him to compose himself around you.

While he’d noticed how beautiful and hilarious and empathetic you were the moment you joined the team, he’d fallen in love with you when you had your first case with them. Spencer had begun to ramble about the specifics of casinos, and how ‘beating the house’ was nearly impossible, when the rest of the team had tuned out. A temporary member, Agent Seaver, had sneered ‘I’m sorry I asked.” Effectively shutting him up. But then you had turned in your seat next to him and, after shooting Seaver a look had asked him to continue. And though he didn’t have that much more to say, and it wasn’t all that interesting, you listened to every single word and thanked him.

It had been years since that had happened, your friendship had blossomed into best friends, something Spencer cherished immensely. This was partly why he shoved his feelings down. The relationship did not need to change for Spencer to remain happy; as long as he got to spend time with you at work, or watch movies and make tent forts in his living room. And visit his mom (who adored you and always gave you book recommendations that you would be sure to read the moment you could), or go to comic conventions and museums...yes, as long as he could always do those things with you, he was happy.

No need to risk changing a perfect thing.

Now though, you were shutting the door and giving him your most panicked look, wide-eyed, with your hair damp from the rain you no doubt had run through to get inside, accounting for your breathlessness. If it weren’t for the worry that had sprung up inside of him upon seeing your expression, he would have fixated on how beautiful you looked at that moment.

“Spencer, you’re my boyfriend.” You whisper yelled at him, quickly stepping closer and setting your bag down on the conference table.

“Wha-“ He began, but you cut him off frantically.

“I’ll explain-just, oh fuck-“

Spencer stood frozen to the spot as the door reopened and one of the senior detectives sauntered in, a friendly smile somewhat overshadowed by the almost predatorial glint in his eyes. You awkwardly stepped closer to Spencer, raising a hand in hello.

“Agent (Y/L/N), great to see you’re back, I was hoping to catch you before the end of the day!” He said merrily, placing two hands on the back of the nearest chair. Something about the way his hands gripped the chair made Spencer feel...on edge.

You gave the fakest little giggle Spencer had ever heard from you, “Oh, nice to see you too Detective! Just had to catch up with Agent Reid here...”

When his eyes moved from you to assess Spencer briefly, he felt a protective force rear up, instincts entirely at alert. Without hesitating, he casually draped an arm over your shoulder, brushing some hair back as he did, and replied, “And you promised we could get some coffee from the Starbucks down the road, hon.”

He enjoyed the way your cheeks flushed and noticed the pulse in your neck pick up. You glanced up at him, trying to look coy but he knew you too well and could see you were partly surprised, and also trying not to laugh.

“Um, of course, I nearly forgot, babe, let’s go in about 5-unless, did you need something specific, Detective?” She broke off to glance back at the now scowling man, who gave an annoyed jerk of his head before stomping back out of the room.

Once the door banged closed behind him, you let out the biggest sigh of relief, raising a hand to your face in dismay.

Spencer hadn’t removed his arm yet, “I’m assuming I just helped you avoid being asked out, but why-?”

“Uhg, Spencer, I’ve already turned him down TWICE since we’ve arrived! He’s literally the kind of dude who doesn’t take no for an answer unless another man has some fucking misogynistic claim over the woman!” You exclaimed, before moving to stand right in front of Spencer and lean just your head to his chest, staring down at the floor, “I hate everything.”

Spencer laughed, patting your back softly, but internally making note that he wouldn’t be letting you go anywhere alone for the rest of this case-that detective gave him the creeps. And while you were beyond capable of protecting yourself, he just knew he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything if he thought you could be hurt.

“Well, just so we’re clear I would never want to be called ‘babe’ in a relationship.” He joked and the desired effect was his immediate reward when you lifted your head and giggled-your genuine, beautiful little giggle-and then grinned.

“Spencer, you called me ‘hon’ like we were 70.”

Spencer considered a moment, “We could be, you’ll be Gladys and I’ll be-“

“Winston!” You supplied eagerly, and he frowned at you, trying not to laugh.

“Winston?”

“It’s really very dignified, the kind of name where people call you ‘sir’.” You replied cheekily, and while Spencer grinned, a part of him felt a swoop of pleasure when your lips formed the word ‘sir’.

He decided very quickly that he liked the idea of you calling him that. And then, just as swiftly dismissed that train of thought and chastised himself.

As you both stood together and laughed, the door swung open and Hotch and the team followed him in, all in various stages of the results of exposure to the rain, looking equally grim. Spencer and you abruptly stopped when you saw their expressions and launched back into work mode seamlessly.

———

Two days later, the team was closing in on the unsub and everyone was on high alert. Taking the profile and applying it to the geo-profile he had been working on, Spencer had narrowed down this grubby old apartment that sat above a nightclub as the most likely spot the unsub was staying at. Of course, they were arriving at night which meant the club was busy and loud, people lined up out the doors waiting for their chance to enter, pay too much for a drink and grind their bodies against strangers.

Spencer’s headache from the unforgiving rain was thrumming now with the music that seemed entirely unencumbered by the walls of the stairwell, the team slowly climbing. It was bad enough that his eyes narrowed somewhat, but he didn’t lose focus.

You were behind him, watching his six as Hotch and Morgan approached the door ahead and prepared to breach. Spencer slipped a hand behind his back and, on cue, you’re pinky wrapped with his. A brief promise to each other, ‘I’ve got you.’.

They had anticipated violence and heavy arms, so when their announcement was met with silence and the door was kicked open, the tactical response was to secure positions and carefully proceed. Agents and SWAT members lined the building and were, at that moment, securing the club below to ensure the unsub couldn’t flee into a room full of potential hostages.

Spencer and you were the third pair to enter, quickly moving ahead of the others to secure more rooms, eyes peeled for movement. The floor was covered in litter and random spots of dirt and dried substances. It smelled like body odour and axe body spray-which immediately went to Spencer’s headache and caused it to throb in protest.

“Freeze!”

You had shouted right as Spencer noticed the movement from a back room down the hall, as the unsub leaned out and, not abiding by the command, opened fire. Spencer grabbed you and swung you both behind the wall of the kitchen, out of the line of fire while he shouted the unsubs location.

You recovered quickly, dropping to the ground and leaning out to return fire as Hotch and Morgan ran across to the living room to join the battle. It only took a few moments after that before Morgan managed to get a shot to the suspect's shoulder and he fell with a cry of anguish.

You popped up from the ground, watching as Prentiss and Rossi moved forward to secure the man, and barked into your radio for medics to come in.

Spencer, meanwhile, was reeling. When the shots in the room had all joined together in a cacophony, sound and noise piercing his skull, it had converted to pain and panic in his skull, overwhelming him. He had used his own body to shield yours when he pulled you with him into the wall, and the caution he took with you meant he hadn’t caught himself carefully enough, his head bouncing lightly off of the stone wall.

Which, on a normal day would have simply been annoying. But today, with a headache so severe he was beginning to get spots in his vision, it was detrimental. The scene was secure, so he allowed his eyes to shut, a meagre reprieve but at least it was something, at least he didn’t have to see the beams from the flashlights or the pulsing of the neon signs outside of the windows...

“Winston, take my hand.” Your voice was so, so soft. Spencer let his mouth open slightly, a small rush of air all he managed, trying to say ‘I can’t-it hurts, make it stop’ but you grasped his hand tightly and pulled and he followed, his other hand reaching and grabbing that back of your vest, he let you lead him.

He knew from the reduced foot traffic of agents and crime scene workers that you were taking the rear exit, a stairwell that was narrower than the main. He peeked through his lashes to take the stairs, and then suddenly, the cool night air hit him and the door was closing behind you both.

You kept walking with purpose, leading Spencer further away from the loud building. The rain spattered his face but with each step the noise reduced and after a short walk it became relatively quiet.

“Sit.” You murmured, halting. Spencer opened his eyes and saw that you had led him to the farthest spot in the parking lot from the building, where trees lined the lot along a community park that was probably utilized by vagrants and drug dealers more than families. But there was a bench, and you were waiting for him to take a seat. You had pulled out a compact, expandable emergency rain shield from one of the pockets on your FBI utility belt and tossed it on the bench, protecting you both from soaking your underwear.

Spencer sat, setting his elbows on his legs and leaning forward with his hands pressed to his face. He took deep, steadying breaths as you joined him, your hand on the back of his neck. At first, he thought you were just resting it there because his FBI vest would have prevented him from feeling your hand on his back, however, a moment later it was joined by your other hand and a very cold object.

Resisting the urge to pull away, he gasped at the contact, “What-?”

“On-the-go cold compress, Doctor.” You explained, leaving it in place and then rummaging again. Spencer wanted to look but the compress, combined with the quiet, was already doing wonders. He continued to take deep breaths.

“When you’re ready, try this.” You said softly, pressing something to his hand. Opening his eyes, he saw a mini flask that had his name written on the side.

He turned his head slowly so as not to move the compress and met your eyes, which were assessing him with concern. “(Y/N), when did we start drinking on the job?”

You giggled quietly, “It’s just water mixed with this like, vitamin powder that’s supposed to be good for rehydrating you quickly. I did some research on how to help headaches like yours on the go, just in case, and I made this ‘Spencer’ care bag.” You rambled a little when he didn’t reply.

Spencer looked back at the flask and opened it, quickly downing the contents. It tasted pretty fruity and he realized he was thirsty, this taking the edge off.

“Is it okay?” You asked. Spencer raised his head and met your eyes, searching them.

He was overwhelmed, the headache already fading, in its place an intensely warm feeling building inside of him as he considered the time and effort you had taken to care for him. He hadn’t asked you, or hinted, you had just taken it on to find a way to help him and you were right there when he needed you the most.

You had always been there when he needed you. When he had been shot protecting Blake, when he struggled to care for his mother, when he had gone to prison, when he was freed, you were there.

The words tumbled out, unable to be contained a second longer.

“I am hopelessly in love with you.”

Your mouth opened and closed in surprise, taken entirely off guard. Though he worried what you would say, he couldn’t deny the relief he felt having finally said it out loud. He watched patiently as your mind processed his confession, holding his breath.

“I-Spencer,” And then suddenly your lips were pressing into his and the pain from his headache ceased entirely. Spencer was consumed by the feel of you against him, of your hands holding his face and the hum of content you gave when he returned your passion, dropping his flask and sliding his hands up your neck, gripping tenderly.

After what could have been hours, weeks, or years, you both broke apart, pulling back just enough to make eye contact without your eyes crossing. Neither of you let go, your breath puffing out in wisps in the cold night air.

“I love you too,” You breathed, “I could grow old with you, Winston.”

Spencer laughed, relief and happiness swooping through him at your words, “Gladys, I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.”

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You grinned back at Spencer, and then he kissed you again.

[turntechgoddesshead]

Promise

Hey guys! Remember me? I was the rando that said i was gonna write Sally Face fanfic, wrote one headcanons post and yeeted off the internet for a couple days. Well, i’m back and I did indeed write a thing. This is the beginning of a series, if ya’ll like it that is. I don’t know if this will end up as Larry x Reader or Sal x Reader but hell, i guess we’ll see. Anyways, here ya go!

Also feel free to hit me up for Headcanons, they’re fun warm ups. 

Words: 1624

TW: Mention of animal death, Parents leaving, and Juvy.

Y/n Is a girl and uses she/her pronouns, has freckles and glasses. Sorry haha, i have a hard time not writing in those features bc this did indeed start off as a shameless self insert. Y/N also has two dads bc happy pride month. 

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A tiny cry echoed through the hallways of the labor ward, as a new life had blossomed just merely a few moments ago. Her fathers welcomed her into their lives with open arms and tears shedding from their eyes, as they drank in ever tiny inch of her brand-new body. She was absolutely perfect to them, and everything that they had worked so hard for. Her tiny hand gripped tightly onto the finger of the man who held her, her small green eyes cried tears of confusion as the second man beside her smiled and placed a gentle hand onto the top of her tiny head of H/C hair.

               “She’s so beautiful,” The first man spoke to the other, failing to contain his tears. The nurses watched in silent anticipation as the two finally introduced themselves to the newest member of their family. The woman who sat in the bed, smiled happily watching the two interact with the baby which she had carried inside her for nine months. She was finally meeting the family she forever deserved to be apart of, and the family which she had so graciously chosen to give her baby up to. After passing the baby girl off to the nurses, the two men embraced the woman into a teary hug, thanking her for all of her kindness.

               “Thank you so much, for our little Y/N Moore.”

               Days turned into weeks, which casually turned into months, leading to the sudden and unexpected change that occurs within the years of growing up. Five years into her young life, little Y/N and her fathers moved into their own little slice of heaven, room 402 of the Addison apartments in Nockfell.  They happily lived along with the other residents, making friends with the Johnson family which resided in the basement below. Larry Johnson was the only child of his parents, Lisa and Jim, who was just excited to have another child his age in the complex. The two children eventually became inseparable, always in one room or the other inevitably getting into whatever trouble children at the age of five or six get into. Y/N eventually grew into a worrisome little girl, always anxious over whether or not the duo would get away with their latest antics while Larry easily concocted them in that little brain of his. Three years Into the Moore’s and Johnsons friendship Young Y/N and Larry played outside excitedly with a handful of firecrackers which Mrs. Lisa had brought home. Y/N expressed to the young boy how anxious she was about playing with something which her fathers would inevitably be angry about, but eventually calmed down and began to play after her best friend convinced her it would be alright.

               “Larry, be sure to aim it away from the building!” She told him in between her high-pitched giggles. Snow outside fell from the sky and landed delicately into her hair, just to melt moments after.

               “I don’t think you can aim them He-" Before the boy could finish his sentence, the firecracker went off, flying towards the building and into an open window, before exploding into a flurry of pops and whistles. The sudden silence after the firecracker ceased lasted for only a moment as a sudden screech emitted from Mrs. Gibson, the old woman who resided within the apartment. All color drained from the freckled face of the little girl as she gazed up at the window in horror, listening to the screams of terror and anger that omitted from just a few floors above her.

               “L-Larry,” Larry had cut Y/N off before she could even form words. He gripped her wrist tightly, pulling her out of the sight of the window. Hurriedly he tugged her along to the side of the building so neither of them could be seen, glancing around the corner once for caution, before turning his attention to his friend. Y/N’s face had grown ghost-like as fat tears began to form in her eyes and roll down the center of her cheek.

               “Larry, did we hurt her?” She cried, putting her face into her hands. Her sobs turned into hiccups as she constantly attempted to wipe the water off her face. The pressure of her best friends hands gripping tightly onto her shoulders, suddenly pulled her out of her panicked state. She looked up at Larry who seemed as cool as possible, his eyes were sharp as he looked down at her with determination.

               “No Y/N, we didn’t,” He told her, nodding his head, “You were up in the treehouse by yourself, I asked you to play, and you were angry at me remember?”

               Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as she realized the weight of the situation, “No, Larry, I can’t leave you by yourself!”

               Larry shook his head.

               “Go sit in the treehouse, and count to a thousand. Once you do, climb down, and go straight home. When your dad asks you what you did, you say you played in the treehouse by yourself,” He ordered her, as though he hadn’t been coming up with this plan on the spot.

               “It’s not going to work!” Y/N continued to sob.

               “Yes, it is! Tell them you were mad because I nocked your glasses off with a snowball! But you didn’t play with me today, promise me you’ll do what I say!” Larry shook her shoulders slightly in desperation, before the girl eventually nodded to him.

               “Good,” Larry sighed, releasing the grip he had on her shoulders. He watched as his best friend turned on her heal and began to run towards the tree house.

               Y/N didn’t hear from Larry for two weeks after that. Her parents kept her at arm’s reach for what felt like an eternity, as she constantly wondered what her friend was up to. Every day she would ask permission to make her way down to the basement to see her friend, and every day she was denied. Weeks turned into months, as her parents protective grip seemed to loosen ever so slightly, reluctantly allowing her to wander the complex on her own after a plethora of begging on the young girls part.  She sauntered through the hallway, her eyes glued to the stained hardwood floor as she walked mindlessly, wondering about her friend who she knew was just five floors below. It wasn’t until the little girl had bumped mindlessly into another person that she was snatched from her anxiety inducing thoughts.

               “Oh, I’m sorry,” She spoke meekly, fixing the round glasses that sat delicately on her nose. Upon looking up, Y/N immediately recognized the woman with long brunette hair and much more empty than usual eyes.

               “Mrs. Lisa!” Y/N replied, her emotions suddenly too much for her small body to handle, “Is Larry here?”

               Lisa looked down at little Y/N almost painfully, her eyes bore dark circles under them, and she held the mop in her hand tightly, “Larry is down in the basement right now Y/N,” She replied calmly.

               Sheepishly, Y/N let out a small, “Oh,” and stared down at her feet as she rocked back and forth anxiously.

               Lisa smiled just a little bit at the little girl and pulled a small card out of the back of her pocket, “Tell you what though, why don’t you just go visit him now?”

               Excitedly, Y/N snatched the card from Lisa’s hand and hugged her with all her strength, excited at the opportunity to see her best friend once again, “Thank you Mrs. Lisa! You’re the best!”

               In a hurry she quickly ran towards the elevator and stuck the keycard in, which allowed her access to the basement. It took her only a moment to get to the apartment that was underground, but when she did, she eagerly ran to the door. Not even bothering to nock, the little girl opened the door and ran straight for the room where she knew Larry was. She opened the door to his room, noticing him laying on his bed with his hands behind his head and bulky headphones covering his ears as his foot tapped ever so lightly.

               “Larry!” She cried excitedly, jumping on top of the poor unexpecting boy, “I’ve missed you so much!”

               Larry scrambled to take his headphones off and toss his Walkman to the side, “Y/N?! Where have you been?”

               “Where have you been?!” She replied to his question, crushing him in the largest hug all while attempting to hold back her cries.

               Larry grew silent, looking down at his hands before looking at Y/N in embarrassment, “The firecracker killed Mrs. Gibsons pet rabbit.”

               Y/N let out a gasp and covered her mouth.

               “And they sent me to Juvie for a couple weeks.”

               “No!” Y/N cried, grabbing his hand in instinct.

               “Y/N I-“ Larry paused, looking at her before sighing, “I think it drove my dad away.”

               Y/N cocked her head in confusion and tightened the grip on Larry’s hand, “What do you mean?”

               “My dad left a couple days after they sent me away,” He confessed, his face burning red in shame. He looked away from his friend and steadied his breathing, as though trying to contain his own emotions, “I thought I drove you away too.”

               Y/N’s heart jumped to her throat as she defensively rose to her feet, “Larry, you couldn’t ever drive me away! Daddy and Papa have been acting so weird and protective, and now I guess I know why… but it wasn’t my choice I promise.”

               Tears fell down her face, but she quickly wiped them from her face and continued to talk, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, but from now on, we do everything together!”

               Larry smiled at her, pulling her into a hug.

               “You promise?”

               “Pinky.”