#the aftermath sure is going to be. well it's going to be something

[asxgard]

getaway car | [1/2]

Dr. Frank Langdon x f!Resident!reader

part two: twice

Requested

Summary: You and Frank have been skirting far too close to the line for some time. For the person with a partner, you let the line get far too blurry for anything appropriate.

[ My Masterlist ]

Anon Request: The idea was Frank and the reader having some sort of relationship where Frank is single (never married Abby) and the reader is in an unsuccessful relationship with her current boyfriend but cannot deny her feelings for Frank after working in the hospital together

Note: Hope you like it, anon!

…inspired by Taylor Swift’s Getaway Car? Hmm, cannot confirm👀

Word Count: 2k

Most of my works are 18+ due to general adult content.

Warnings: afab!reader, emotional cheating behavior, drunken stolen kiss👀😬, ANGST, foul language, hospital setting, medical inaccuracies, reader is in a grey area

not beta read

It had started as simple, light banter that eased into playful flirting. Totally harmless, you often told yourself, even if his stupid smirk made butterflies erupt in your stomach. Even when you lingered after shift just to share a small conversation.

It was wrong how close to the line you had begun to teeter toward, but you excused it in your head every time you thought of the chief resident. It was only friendly, only playful, never serious. You never saw him outside of work.

Andy wasn’t Frank and Frank wasn’t Andy.

Andy was good, reliable, nice, boring. He offered security during a time in your life you felt like you were collapsing. Steady, sure, safe. It should have been enough for you, but only a year into dating him, and you began to think about all the things wrong.

While he was understanding, he could also be pushy. Conversations had started to feel dull, lackluster, void of their usual flirtations. He didn’t even seem to notice when your attentions wavered, or when you felt off. Not like Frank did, anyways.

It was unfair, and you knew that. But Andy was the safety railing, a net incase you went under. You would hate to let him go over some silly work crush.

Andy was, however, spending more time with his friends, canceling dates last minute or going radio silent majority of the day. The most troubling thing, was the relief you begun to feel when he did cancel, to hang out with a coworker, or his friends. But it made it easier to fantasize about Frank.

“Here you are, sunshine.” Frank offered you a cup of coffee with a smile.

You looked at the coffee cup trying not to smile, “Aren’t I the one supposed to butter you up?”

Frank chuckled, “As your chief resident, I resent that. I don’t play favorites.”

You looked at the coffee, then back to him, raising an eyebrow, “Yeah? What did McKay and Mohan say? Collins?”

“Collins is co-chief, she doesn’t count. And, uh, well…alright, I was only trying to be nice, you were being mopey.”

“Me? Mopey?” You scoffed, “Did you even get yourself anything, Langdon?”

“Caffeine and I don’t get along.” He said, putting his hands on his pockets, bouncing back on his heels. “I think Robby would have an aneurysm if you mixed me with coffee.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” You chuckled, taking a sip. “But, thank you.”

He grinned, “Don’t mention it.”

You set the coffee down on the counter, and looked up at the board.

“Everyone is looking to go get drinks after shift. You should come.”

You looked back over at Frank, something dangerous crawling in your chest. Heat flushed your cheeks.

I shouldn’t.

It’s just a bunch of co-workers going out. No harm.

The latter thought ended up winning, “I’ll be there.”

“Great! Uh…” He coughed, “Cool, yeah. Cool.”

��

You sent Andy a text that you wouldn’t be around that night, saying you were getting a few drinks with co-workers.

I’ll come see you tomorrow?

Let me know when you get home safe.

It burned like someone had taken a white-hot poker to your insides, and shame loomed in the aftermath. You swallowed a shot quickly, before scooching in closer to Mohan.

You caught Frank’s blue eyes from across the bar, already on you, and a feeling started tugging at your heart. Excitement was building with each step he took toward you, not quite hurried, but not entirely calm.

Frank slid into the booth next to Donnie, sipping his drink. You thought back to his last relationship, that ended just after you started dating Andy, and wondered if you would be together if everything had lined up better. How did the saying go again? Right person, wrong time?

You took a large gulp of your drink, feeling as it burned on its way down your throat. You refused to admit to yourself that it was anything more than a work crush. Your eyes still lingered on his jaw, down to the skin of his throat, and you blamed it on the alcohol in your system.

Slowly, the party of residents and day shift nurses trickled down to two: you and Frank.

Despite the thick tension wrapping around you both, the banter was still light — but it tipped far too close to small talk.

When you finally decided to call it, Frank walked out with you. The breeze was cool on your hot skin, and you fiddled with your fingers,

“I called an Uber,” you said.

“I’ll wait with you. My apartment is only a few blocks away.”

You nodded, “Thank you.”

You were only able to avoid his eyes for so long, and when they met yours, it seemed like the world around you was still. Everything fell away. Your eyes flickered to his lips and in a rush, his were on yours. Soft and urgent, and you nearly moved your hands to grip his face. The kiss was fleeting, as he was pulling away by the next beat of your heart.

“Fuck, I’m sorry—”

You blinked dumbly at him, lips still burning.

“I’m drunk, uh, but that was​​—”

“Yeah,” you got out, throat like sandpaper. “Me too.”

You definitely were not drunk enough to blame it on the alcohol, but you did.

Frank rubbed the back of his neck, blowing out a puff of air. A car pulled up to the curb, interrupting your thoughts.

“This is my Uber…thanks for inviting me out.” You said, voice edging close to a whisper.

“Yeah. Yeah! Uh, no worries.” His eyes flickered away from you. “It was a nice time.”

“It was.” You agreed, eyes flickering back to his lips.

You thought perhaps Frank hadn’t noticed, except his pupils had blown wide while he stared back at you. Heat flooded your cheeks. You looked away from him.

“Have a good night, Frank.”

“You too. Get home safe.”

You got into the Uber, skin feeling clammy as your heart hammered in your chest. You waited for regret to pool, but it didn’t — guilt did, but not regret. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Thinking of Frank’s lips on yours made you flush, and you traced a finger over your lips trying to commit the feeling of him to memory.

Andy.

Your stomach twisted.

—

The morning came too quickly for all the guilt you had tried to bury in the night. A few texts from Andy went unanswered, and you stared at the wall for a long time feeling like shit. You hated how much the kiss had shaken you, uprooting the carefully laid foundation with Andy until it was left fractured.

You needed to call it — it was the only fair thing left to do, even if nothing else happened with Frank. You had been unable to find a pulse on your relationship for weeks, and you needed to call time of death before the rot ate you alive.

Skimming over Andy’s messages, and missed call, you sent him a simple, “Sorry, got home late and passed out. Can we talk tonight?”

It felt like it wasn’t enough, but it was all you had.

You walked into the Pitt with a resounding frown and slumped shoulders. McKay found you first.

“Uh oh,” she commented, “Trouble in paradise?”

Damn, was it written on your forehead?

“Something like that.” You said, shrugging.

McKay frowned and gave your shoulder a reassuring pat, “We can talk about it sometime, if you want.”

“Thanks, McKay,” but it’s more complicated than you might be thinking.

You were able to avoid Frank until lunchtime.

“So last night…” Frank cleared his throat, avoiding your eyes. “It won’t happen again.”

In spite of yourself, you frowned. You hated the way you wanted it to happen again, and again, and again. This whole thing had gotten beyond the simple thing it had started as — feelings rooting around in your gut far more complex than you wanted them to be.

“Right. Yeah.” You said, though it sounded dejected. “Don’t worry about it…I’ll just stay away from tequila next time.”

The joke fell flat, but Frank took the excuse without protest.

The lull of the Pitt was shattered by a MVA, and you were thankful for the distraction.

You were able to fall into the work, working around Frank effortlessly, though every brush of skin felt more awkward than it ever had before. Before you knew those flirtations were just playful. Before you knew he could feel it too. Before he kissed you.

At the charge desk, you stood next to Mohan looking up at the board. Frank joined you two, resting on the desk.

“We’re going out again tonight, I think. You wanna come?” Mohan asked from beside you.

You looked over at her and your stomach squeezed. You met Frank’s eyes.

“No, um I’m seeing Andy tonight.”

You could see the way he physically deflated and it seized something in your heart.

“Oh,” Mohan smiled, oblivious to it, “next time then. But it would be great to see him again. Offer’s open.”

You smiled tightly, “Thanks.”

—

Andy met you at your apartment, both curious and mildly angry you had been avoiding him most of the day.

“I know I’m not the only one who feels like our relationship isn’t what it was.” You started, biting your lip. “We rarely see each other—”

“And that’s my fault?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “I didn’t say that. I know my residency takes up a lot of my time, but you have to know that this is just not working any more.”

You wanted to spare him of the truth — no one deserved to feel less than because of someone else. Even if it was a lie. Even if it burned your throat.

He frowned, letting out a huff of air, “This has nothing to do with that doctor who kept making eyes at you a few months ago? When I went out with your friends?”

Your eyebrows came together, “What?”

“The one you swore up and down was just a colleague?”

“He’s my chief resident, Andy. It’s not like that.” Even you didn’t believe the words as they left your lips.

He rolled his eyes, “So this is all coming from how you’re feeling? No outside forces?”

“No, of course not. It’s just not working for me anymore.”

Andy left not too long after that, leaving you reeling on your couch. One year down the drain, and it ached somewhere deep in your chest. You had cared about Andy, loved him for a time, but like a fire with no one tending it, it eventually went out.

Before you knew what you were doing, you were grabbing your keys and hailing a cab. Your heart raced in your chest, biting your lip, just thinking about Frank.

You sent him a text: Come outside.

You paced in front of the bar, not wanting to go inside to all your other colleagues. Frank came out, eyes confused as he searched for you.

Without much thought, you threw yourself into his arms, and kissed him with everything you had. He was quick to respond to you, wrapping his arms around your middle, tracing a tongue over your bottom lip. You keened.

He pulled back a few moments later. You stared at him, eyes wide, and heart racing.

“We broke up.”

Frank blinked, his grip tightening around you.

“I don’t want to be some rebound.” He said, breathing heavily against your lips, tensing like he was trying to control himself.

“You’re not.” You promised. “Definitely not. I should’ve broken up with him awhile ago, and that’s fucked up to say, but I was scared of this. It felt like too much of a risk. You’re my chief resident. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But after you kissed me…I couldn’t deny it any longer.”

Frank swallowed thickly. “We really should take a step back. Take this one step at a time.”

“We really should.” You agreed, eyes flickering back to his lips. “But you should take me home first. Then small steps after.”

His pupils dilated, and he brought a hand to your cheek. His eyes were flickering across your face, trying to read you.

You pulled him closer, “Please just say yes. We can figure this out after.”

“Fuck. Yeah, alright.”

You kissed him again, and his tongue dove into your mouth. You sighed against him, feeling desire pool low. The open mouthed kiss was thrilling, filling your veins with a burning excitement.

Now all you had to do was not fuck it all up.

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yo obviously cheating is very wrong even if your s/o kinda sucks, but the angst fuels me

sorry to do you dirty andy. you still suck

also? get this man more gifs! (we need season 2 stat)

still learning how to write for him😌

[lexicorp]

Exactly^^

So much of these sorta things are incredibly nuanced, and not so clearly cut. (And the thing that can be even more frustrating in the fandom is when they apply the grey area redemption experience opportunity to one but not the other in the fucked up cycle- especially if it's the initial abuser who gets it, like that's so indicative of bullshit like that irl)

Getting that exposure to people who don't coincide with that narrowed lens of perception that isolation tactics very often present when someone is manipulated and other abuse--is just so important to improvement/recovery. Because it breaks that warped reality to affirm that the generalized negatively isn't accurate. That there are people like Arcane and Optimus. Because it's just so easy to get it stuck in your head in this suffocating string of memories that leads to assumptions and anxiety that invoke those things like "I can't say this because they'll think I'm weak/stupid, or it won't matter anyway to say it so what's the point?" iiiiiiit sucks.

I love your points analyzing the Starcane lore cuz it's just so fascinating the dichotomy of him recognizing in part that she's safe (thus engaging in "dangerous behavior" he'd avoid with Megatron), while /still/ being battle ready at any little sign of a threat between them. And how all the intricacies psychologically are processed are so fascinatingly fragged up- cuz it's so hard to break that cycle, and you need someone really patient there for it.

And that is really what I love about writing this sorta stuff is that even if there are so many bad ending situations irl where the person isn't able to get better, where they perpetually self destruct no matter what anyone does, we can seize that control to create the good ending to give that hope that the struggle is possible to get through. Which is why I want a canon focus on Starscream lore approached like this so damn bad.

Also man the thing of someone who you know talks shit coming up being all fake niceties is so dang triggering. Honestly that flavor of reaction is Star and IDW redeemed Megs to me, cuz like--

The salt and just instinctual reflex built upon past disaster is just so palpable

I love the note on "But once the storm calms, everyone's hurt", cuz damn does it encapsulate it all so well. No one ever really wins.

And honestly, I def feel that inclination to exploring the family dynamics a bunch, even if, or especially if, we ain't gonna touch it irl. Cuz approaching things fictionally, is far easier to process, far safer. Least that's what I've found. Hell, the majority of any of my social competency has been built on analysis and research/observations of fictional characters (or true crime-).

And man, those contrasting concepts of seeing the kids as warriors and having that urge to raise them to "be like him" (born a lot from thinking they need to be tough and drawing from how he was made to be so), while also having that underlying knowledge that it was fragged up, and that he doesn't want them to go through what he did. That is just one example of all the types of ways that can create those internal conflicts and confusions that in turn lead to lashing out in different ways, because most of the time it's hella hard to put our feelings and motivations into words, and even more difficult to be sure the answers we give are actually correct. Cuz boy to we know that Decepticon lies to himself- and it's all about feeling in control

Then the doge vs cat struggles geez it rlly just does just come out so much in those moments of frustration. And that regret and reflection on it afterward is something that's just so much /ow/ and guilt and yet, our brains are gonna have the reflex come out yet again when triggered. Its often navigating the aftermath of the inevitable I find is what rlly needs to be shown. Cuz preventative strategies are all great in theory, but for those times when you can't catch it, or don't hear it until after it comes out, what then? And when emotions are really fragging hard already, that part feels impossible.

[Star too having that thought towards Arcane and the kids or Optimus that they're weak/vulnerable and the "I can take advantage of that" controlling nature is so where the spiral falling into the cycle starts. Cuz the want to be on top after having been on the bottom is so real. Its just like that thing of wanting to get them back or eye for an eye of seeking satisfaction/release from the pent up frustration. And even feeling justified mirror behavior cuz the other person got away with it.]

i need to see more starop where starscream is having trouble breaking the cycle, so he falls back into his old habits.

one of the most difficult parts about breaking the cycle of abuse is trying your hardest to not repeat the behaviors your abuser imprinted on to you. speaking from experience, it can be very hard when you enter a healthy relationship and find yourself thinking like your abuser.

so imagine, starscream finally joins the autobots. by some unfortunate circumstance, they lose an important battle. optimus encourages his team, but privately, he retreats to somewhere isolated to think. starscream finds him and asks what he's doing.

when optimus admits that he's disappointed in himself for not doing the best he could on the battlefield, starscream finds himself scoffing. "well, maybe we wouldn't be in the position if you'd done a better job to begin with," he grumbles, his voice slowly escalating. "i thought you were supposed to be some great leader. or is your reputation all a myth? because of you, now the decepticons have the advantage, and we're one step closer to losing this war!" outraged that optimus hasn't said anything, he shouts, "are you even listening to me, prime?!"

when optimus turns his helm to look up, starscream is spooked by what he sees. he doesn't see the face of someone about to drop to his knees and beg for mercy. instead, the look in his normally lively blue optics can best be described as haunted, almost dead, but clinging onto the last shreds of life.

the realization hits starscream like enemy fire. his voice box shorts out as he trips over his own words, trying to take them back. one thought comes to mind, and he knows optimus is thinking it, too.

i sound like megatron.

[avifaunaa]

share your soul with me [ unzip your skin, let me have a see ] [ l.m. + s.s. ] [ pt. 2 ]

Authors Note: Well I got a lot of positive feedback on that first part — thank you so much! Here’s much awaited part two!

Masterlist

PART ONE

Pairing: Lottie Matthews x fem!reader x Shauna Shipman

Summary: Newly presented and thrown into your first heat cycle while battling an environment that seeks to kill all of you, you hide away in the attic to ride it out and hope you can mentally survive the aftermath. But your cries seem to attract Lottie and Shauna into your orbit — leaving the three of you with choices you’re not sure any of you can handle.

Content Warnings: Again, this is an A/B/O fic so that’s what you’re getting into here. I’m not responsible for your content intake — please remember that and enjoy!

Within regular Yellowjackets dynamics: Descriptions of injuries and illnesses, death and blood, discussions of + actual cannibalism, canon-typical violence, cult-like behaviors, the Wilderness being the Wilderness

Within A/B/O dynamics: pack / power dynamics, gender-norm discussions within ABO context, heat/rut cycles, presenting, dubious consent due to r's heat, descriptions of heat cycles/ruts, some softness, fingering, female alphas get big-clit-syndrome in rut [ sort of penises i guess? ], bottom!reader, top!lottie, switchy!Shauna [ she crept up on me, your honor ], handjobs [ l -> s ], blowjobs / deep throating [ shauna -> r ], knotting [ lottie + shauna -> R ], begging [ r ], praise kink [ r ], breeding kink [ NO PREGNANCY ], mating + mating bites, anal [ lottie -> r ], double penetration, normal vulgar language from me, major aftercare -- THIS IS THE FILTHIEST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN

Word Count: ~9k

The burning started one day after being secluded to the attic. It wasn’t a creeping on sensation like your biology textbooks would describe, it was brutal.

You had forgone clothes when sweat started soaking through the material, the below-degree temperature doing little to soothe your sensitive skin. You should be freezing, body responding with goosebumps and cold shakes.

But you were so hot, and in so much fucking pain. You tried putting a hand between your legs to ease the ache that seemed to be sourced there.

Your hand came away wet and sticky, the orgasms you reached unsatisfying and leaving you more distressed. That’s when the low, guttural cry for something you couldn’t place began.

Food was dropped off when you slept, nesting materials sometimes provided as well. Eating was both a chore and a requirement — your stomach churned when you brought strips of meat to your lips to consume, but you were losing more calories now than normal.

Day four in your new heat cycle was not proving to ease your pains. You wondered if this was a punishment for presenting late, walking around in a skin you didn’t really belong in.

“ — then you can leave,” a harsh, snarling voice woke you. “She’s in pain, Jackie, we can —“

“That’s my fucking sister,” retorted the strained voice of your sister, who sounded like she was just at the stairs to the attic. “You can’t be seriously considering . . .”

“Jackie,” a more calm, soothing croon followed. You whined at the sound of it, a longing tug in your chest almost pulling you from your nest to go to it. It was Lottie, Lottie, yes she could . . . “Jackie, we can help her. I know what . . . I know it doesn’t seem good, but wouldn’t you rather it be us than anyone else?”

Jackie snarled, a sound that was full of reproach and desperation. “So you can use her to get your dicks wet and then leave her in the aftermath? She doesn’t need the heartache on top of this.”

Shauna’s low huffing sigh was a reply to the question. Then you heard her say, voice husky, “We won’t do that — just — pump and dump. That’s not Lottie’s style, or mine. She needs help, Jacks. Help you can’t provide her.”

The scents of frustrated Alpha drifted through the cracks of the floors and walls, surrounding you in a cocoon of displeasure and forcing your throat to croon out noises you still couldn’t believe you could make.

Softening noises to ease the tension and pressures of upset Alphas — uniquely Omega in their making that flipped some sort of hindbrain switch in an Alpha brain. Traits that long stopped being necessary for survival, but left over in the human evolution process.

It quieted below you as shuffling followed your cry.

“Be gentle — I — don’t hurt her.” Your sister, hesitant and pained as she spoke, now further away.

“We won’t — we won’t, Jackie,” Shauna said firmly. “She’s pack, she’s one of us. That’s why we need to help her. Okay?”

Your sister didn’t offer a response, but there seemed to be a lightening in her scent as floorboards cracked and her familiar presence started leaking away.

It was quiet for a few seconds other than your heavy, uneven breathing that felt suffocating around you. Your own scent was dizzying even to you; you wondered how the rest of the pack wasn't at one another's throats right now.

The creaking of the attic's latter snapped your attention sharply toward the closed hatch. Waiting, burning, until it opened without being knocked and the strong, intoxicating smell of Shauna Shipman struck you.

The whine that left you was guttural and desperate. You wished for the self-control you had before presenting had stayed, but alas.

Shauna's form fit through the entrance and the instant your eyes locked, they darkened but her features softened in a look you did not think existed in Shauna Shipman's face gallery.

She strode toward you but your attention was caught on another Alpha's scent curling through Shauna's. Lottie slipped through after, and she was turning to shut the hatch that sealed the three of you in the attic. Together.

"Omega," Shauna crooned lowly, stalking forward until she was just inches away from your poorly constructed nest. Her eyes flickered along the bundle you had managed to create with what you were provided. "You look cozy in the nest. Doesn't she, Lottie?"

Lottie was just pulling up next to Shauna, and her gaze flickered at the sight of you. "A very good nest," she agreed. "It looks like it could hold two more."

And then your mood shifted, a sour curl of your lips revealing your teeth as you locked your slick-coated thighs together and started the two Alphas down.

Come into the nest? Without proving they can provide? Keep safe? The nerve! A petulant thought stream coursed through you out of left field.

Shauna raised her hands in an appeasing gesture. “Hey,” she murmured at the same time as brain relaxing pheromones were released from where she stood. “It’s okay. We aren’t going to touch your nest — unless you want us to,” she added.

Lottie blinked, glancing awkwardly at the fellow Alpha. Shauna ignored her attempt at questioning and your eyes shifted from one woman to the other cautiously.

“We want you to want to invite us,” the brunette continued easily, crouching down so she was more eye-level with your prone form. “What can we do to get to come in?”

Your throat was dry as you swallowed, wetting your dried lips and shifting your body to ease the ache that only worsened with their closeness.

“Clothes,” you rasped, eyeing the jacket she wore. You could line the weak barrier on your right with it and it would be doused in the scent. “Nest. Need a good nest.”

Shauna’s lips curled just so, a flicker in her eyes that went over your head. “Okay, Omega. We will provide for your nest.” She turned her chin to Lottie without removing her gaze from you. “Both of us?”

You took a moment to consider it, letting your newly unlocked senses do what they were designed to do and decide based on your body’s reaction.

Then you nodded, a small gesture of approval. You liked both of their scents mingled and neither of them upset your brand new nervous system. “Both.”

“Good girl,” Shauna crooned again, starting to peel off the leather jacket at the same time as Lottie began to undo her heavier coat. “Thank you for telling us.”

Lottie sat on her heels next to Shauna and offered her jacket first while Shauna was content to keep you waiting. You sat up, the trapped heat underneath you escaping.

Shauna’s throat bobbed as she watched you creep forward toward Lottie’s outreached offer.

Like a flash you snagged the coat and turned away from them both, starting to line the thick piece of clothing around the least sturdy part of your nest. You could feel them staring at your back and simply knew they could see the slick actively leaking down your thighs.

A soft growl started behind but you ignored it until you felt like you had gotten the coat intertwined just so.

Your heart was racing as you turned back around, not sure how the Alphas would react to the addition, the change to your temporary safe haven.

Shauna’s knuckles were buried in her jacket and she appeared to be trembling, or resisting her instincts in some way.

Lottie was oddly still, unreadable, her palms still open in the position she had held the jacket.

You shivered a little at their attentions. “Nest,” you murmured in quiet relief. Your body shifted slightly toward Shauna. “Nest?”

Shauna blinked rapidly for a moment, then she moved her arms so that the jacket crossed the threshold of the entrance to your nest, jacket offered.

You eyed her and placed a hand on top of the jacket. “Come in,” you said hesitantly, licking your lips again. “Don’t mess anything up.”

Both Alphas released low noises that could’ve been confused as a purr, but it wasn’t. It was a gesture of acceptance, meant to ease the tension an Omega feels without crossing boundaries or sending signals that a purr might.

They followed you delicately as you went to the corner where your pillow was and added Shauna’s lettermen to the stack of limp clothes and making it slightly firmer.

When you were satisfied with the addition, you turned fully to two the two Alphas who had crawled into your nest with so much gentleness that your heart throbbed. You sat on your bare knees and waited until they were settled.

It was Lottie who extended her hand first after the few moments of silence. "Will you let us care for you, Omega? Let us put a damper on the heat?"

Shauna twitched in place, continuing to hold herself back despite how her fingers clenched into her jeans. Her throat bobbed as those eyes scorched across your bare body.

You whined low and unsure as the thought of them running their hands along their body sent a flicker of desire across your brain -- and rousing the attention of the new Omega part of you. She was interested, she was in pain.

And so were you.

"Y-yes," you whispered, your tongue dry as your underused voice answered. "Please. Hurts."

Shauna moved first but Lottie shot an arm out to stop her as her dark eyes held you in their entrapment. Shauna huffed but did not cross the barrier Lottie made with her limb.

It would seem their roles had shifted as soon as they had entered your nest. Shauna was now seemingly beyond sentences and her restraint was on a thin rubber-band like stretch.

Lottie smiled at you then, her features softening as she lowered her arm at the same time as dominance-induced pheromones started pumping out from her. Shauna took the hint and stayed where she was -- which would have shocked you if you were able to think beyond your Omega hindbrain.

Shauna, Alpha of Alphas, was ceasing dominance to Lottie. At least . . . for now.

"We'll take care of you, that's all we want," Lottie told you as she started to slowly shuffle in your direction without messing up your carefully procured nest. "We'll get you through it, satisfy your heat. Would you like that, 'Mega?"

You nodded furiously, garbled noises that would have been words spilling from your throat.

"Yeah," Lottie murmured as though she understood the nonsense you sputtered, now touching your knees with her own. "Yeah, I bet you're just so needy right now. Wet and throbbing."

"So wet," you whimpered as you were reminded of such a fate, clenching your thighs together until the sides of your knees touched. The minor pressure sent shuddering waves through, the clenching feeling good and painful and not enough --

"Shh," the older brunette crooned, hand resting on one of your knees. The reaction was instantaneous; your body jerked forward and your knee pushed into the soft touch. "It's okay, it'll be okay now."

"Please," you repeat, "it hurts. I need . . ."

Why couldn't you finish the sentence? Why did your mind blank out every ten seconds when clarity tried to return?

“We know what you need,” Lottie said sharply, silencing your pathetic whimpering as she began to strip down right there. “Be a good girl and start putting these in the nest.”

You took the clothes as they were given to you. Lottie had another piece ready when you were done with the previous, and when she was completely naked, Shauna started doing the same thing until nothing was left.

A rush of comfort overwhelmed you in that moment — security from both the additions and the Alphas who willingly provided for it. You were safe, your Alphas would keep you safe.

When you settled back into the place you had been curled up for the last couple of days, Lottie crawled forward. “It’s a perfect nest, perfect to see to your heat in.”

Your thighs clenched again. “Please.”

“Yes,” Lottie soothed, a hand resting on your ankle. The touch was both icy cold and fire hot against your sensitive skin. You wanted more, wanted it gone, you didn’t know what you wanted.

Shauna crept up to the other side Lottie wasn’t occupying, her gaze having grown intense and heavy on you as she reached out to brush her thumb against your pebbled nipple.

Your reaction was sudden, your hips lifting as the electric pulse coursed through you. You wanted her touch more, wanted it all over you.

“Inside,” you managed to rasp, the slow spread of your legs snapping both women’s eyes downward as you exposed your cunt to them.

“Inside?” Lottie repeated with a questioning lilt of her voice. Her thumb kept a rhythmic brush on your nipple as she stared, taking some sort of pleasure from the response your body gave.

“So sensitive,” Shauna muses absently, eyes locked onto you in a way that should have been unsettling. She was a hungry predator, and here you were as her prey beneath her drooling jaws.

“Mhm.” Like a shot, the thumb paused. The pad of it pressed down instead, pushing your nipple just so.

“Stop,” you whined. “Hurts.”

Shauna’s chest rumbled from her sit next to you, a sudden switch from her husky teasing only moments before. “We need to put her out of her pain, Lottie, not cause more.”

Lottie’s gaze barely flickered, but her fingers finally moved downward across your abdomen. There was an intense pause when they barely made contact with your mound and found the slick that had built up there.

“God,” she whispered, adjusting her stance. She now straddles you with her knees holding legs open, exposing you more to the cool air as she stared down. “Do all Omegas get this wet in their first heat?”

“Does she seem like she knows?” Shauna asked flatly, fingers carding through your sweaty hair.

Lottie ignored her as usual. Her throat bobbed as she started exploring you, not caring her fingers were soaked just by running them along your folds.

She watched for your reaction every so often and when the squirming became almost too much, a finger finally entered your cunt and your stomach clenched at the same time as your head dropped back on top of the makeshift pillow you made.

Lottie was in awe. She and Shauna knew, coming up into the attic, that you were deep in the throes of this torment and it did not seem to have an end without an Alpha’s help.

Shauna was doing well — she had fucked Lottie like a beast before they’d gone to Jackie to propose their plan to help you out and it had leveled her head out and her restraint was making Lottie proud.

In fact, Lottie was surprised how easily Shauna ceded dominance to her. She was Jackie’s second in command in all things, Lottie was nowhere near that level in the pack hierarchy and both of them were very aware of it.

Yet . . .

As she slid the first finger into your waiting heat, immediately met with a reaction that would normally drive Shauna crazy, the brunette simply watched Lottie and kept soothing fingers in your hair as you arched up and strained your neck from the unspeakable sensation it caused you.

“You’re doing so good,” Lottie crooned as your walls clenched around her finger, tight and holding. “Do you want another? You’re pretty wet.”

Your response was a garble of indecipherable noises and a gasp.

Shauna put pressure in your scalp — Lottie watched as her grip tightened just enough to grab your attention. Your eyes were foggy, unmistakably checked out with your brain being drowned in pheromones and heat.

“Can you answer Lottie, baby?” Shauna rasped once the Omega’s eyes lazily cycled toward her. You blinked.

“Hurts,” you said simply. “Need you.”

“You’ve got us,” Shauna purred, the noise cutting and out of practice from lack of use. It didn’t seem to matter though, not with the way your body seemed to go slack and you returned her purr.

Shauna shot Lottie a small glance, a confirmation.

Lottie inserted another finger while her thumb sought out your clit, rubbing soft circles to coax out some pleasure to mask the pain your heat was causing.

What she wasn’t expecting was the immediate orgasm that started wracking your frame. It was quieter than all the other noises you’d been letting out, a soft whine as your walls clenched hard around Lottie’s fingers.

It wasn’t long before more wetness followed the orgasm, forcing Lottie out of your cunt before she was truly ready. It soaked your thighs and ass.

“You barely touched her,” Shauna said lowly, eyes darkened and expression twisted in shock. It was unexpected for both of them — they knew you were sensitive but this . . .

This wasn’t what they were assuming would happen. Not this quickly.

“How’d that feel, Omega?” Lottie questioned, pressing a kiss to the knee near her chin that had curled during the orgasm. “Take the edge off?”

You sniffled in reply, one of your arms covering your eyes. You radiated a scent of both content and distress, which caused Lottie’s Alpha to run confused circles in her chest.

She hated that this was how you had to experience it — your first heat. She had presented young, like most Alphas and Omegas do, and her first rut happened at fifteen. She had been told two years in advance what to expect, how to feel — Omegas did not get that luxury. They got their first heat one to two weeks after initial presentation.

Not only were you presenting late, your first heat was not eased by comforts modern technology and creations were provided to ease your pain and discomfort. You should be at home in a lovely nest with proper nesting material they advertised and you could have picked out.

You should be treated to whatever food you wanted, fed to you by your Alpha [ preferably herself and Shauna, she couldn’t help but think ] as proof of ability to provide and care for you.

Most of all, Lottie hated that her ability to see you through this in the proper way and not out of necessity. The pack had been great about it, but your distress had grown and all of them had been restless and aggressive the longer you emitted those pheromones.

“Lot.” Shauna grasped her chin and jerked her forward slightly. The paler brunette leaned over your body to get Lottie’s focus, running a chapped finger across her jawline. “Come back to us.”

Her breath was warm on Lottie’s face, her scent swirling around her in the comforting embrace she had come to adore so deeply. This thing with Shauna . . . It was before this. Before the crash. Before the Wilderness.

You’d made this decision together as paired Alphas. Jackie had given her blessing.

And you were now watching her, too, with the clearest eyes she’d seen on you since they’d entered the attic. Your body was cooling down under her touch, a reprieve until the heat took over again and you became lost to reason.

Your cheeks were red, stained dry from your tears. But you did not push Lottie away, her cheek still pressed to your knee and fingers covered in your slick still close to your cunt.

“Thank you,” she rasped with a sniffle. “Can we cuddle?”

Shauna still held your chin, lips pursed as she searched her fellow Alpha’s face for any signs of distress she couldn’t detect with her nose.

Lottie pulled herself from her head and the what-ifs and should-bes. The you that was here needed Lottie present, to comfort and care for her in the way she could in this moment.

She smiled, hand not covered in you reaching up to take Shauna’s fingers from your chin and interlace them instead. She then turned her focus to you, a hopeful small look lingering in your eyes.

“We can cuddle until you need us again,” Lottie confirms, crawling from between your legs and settling on the other side of you Shauna wasn’t occupying, but not unlacing her fingers from the other Alpha’s.

The three of you settled into the calm. The only sign of the world falling apart in that moment was the snowstorm raging on outside of the cabin, but even that lulled all of you to sleep.

The next time you woke up was the most pain you think you’ve ever experienced. And you broke your wrist and four fingers that one time when you were a kid.

Jackie had been furious — but there had been nothing to properly redirect that rage toward considering your injury was a result of you climbing the tree in your backyard much higher than you’d ever done.

This pain . . . It was all encompassing. Your stomach was twisted into tight, unwindable knots that flared up when you tried to readjust.

Your thighs were raw and sore — likely from the slick that kept leaking and drying, leaving your skin irritated in response. You’d read that this was a common side effect of late presenting Omegas, wherein their body is not caught up in being accustomed to the new Omega traits and hormones. Allergic reactions were common for the first couple of months after late presentations.

You were no different.

You shuddered when a ripple of need coursed across your spine. Lottie was laying behind you, based on the scent clinging to your skin, while Shauna kept her face tucked in your neck as she used her body as a blanket for you.

“S-Shauna,” you whispered, moving slightly beneath her.

Brown eyes shot open, clearing out as consciousness returned to her at a startlingly fast rate. She swallowed and peered down at you, a hand rising to steady herself and curling around your arm as she moved her face.

“Hey,” she whispered back, rubbing slowly back and forth. “You’re warm.”

“Need you,” you admitted, but your eyes also strayed to the water that was left for the three of you sometime over night when the smaller provision had been gone through quickly. “Bad.”

Shauna’s eyes followed yours and she nodded once. Then jerked Lottie awake with her food jabbing into the taller Alpha’s thigh.

A grunt echoed in the attic as Lottie jostled around before finally sitting up. “Shauna, really?”

“Omega needs water,” Shauna stated obviously, her face impassive as she waited for Lottie to hand over the resource.

Lottie's eyes lit up in recognition and she nodded as she turned herself over so she could reach for the water requested. She turned back over once she had poured some into one of the makeshift bowls and tilted it to your lips.

You drank ravenously, not stopping even when some spilled down your bare chest. It was soothing if nothing else -- easing the inflamed skin.

"Good girl," Shauna murmured, nails catching some tangles in your hair and working them out gently before carding them through all over again, "Drink as much as you need."

You did. When the cup was empty and you no longer felt parched, you watched as Lottie returned the cup toward the bucket of water through hooded eyes.

"Think you could eat something?" Shauna asked, drawing your attention back to the purring Alpha who's touch was surrounding you in all the ways that mattered but didn't seem to meet the needs between your legs.

You shook your head -- the mere image of food right now was nauseating.

"Food rejection," Lottie said as her hand settled across your hip, "I think she's at her peak."

Shauna seemed inclined to agree. "No use trying and upsetting her, I suppose." Though she did not look entirely pleased at leaving you unfed.

Lottie caught the frown on her face the same time you did, and she reached across your form to settle a hand on the other Alpha's where it was stroking patterns into your stomach. "Hey. She'll be okay -- she's been very good at communicating her needs to us this far. She may be more open to eating something after we knot her."

Your brain emptied at that last statement, though it was beginning to grow fuzzy quickly beforehand; the way Lottie and Shauna spoke as if you weren't there, the light not-enough touches, the rumbling deep in their chests that vibrated through your bones.

But the mention of knotting --

"Mm, look at this."

When had you shifted onto your stomach, moved your face into the sad little nest you had prepared and shifted your hips for them?

Your Omega snarled that it did not matter, that you were thinking far too much about miniscule things when Alphas were here to help you with your heat . . . should you only ask nicely and be sweet.

You started loosening the control of your lifetime of humanity -- the years and years disguised as a Beta. It was a life you had known for so long but your Omega was ready to guide you through this first heat, if you only let her.

You did.

A small noise of chirping started leaving your lips at the same time as your raw knees began to shift to hold your weight in order to present your ass outward in offer to Lottie and Shauna: to your Alphas.

"Look at this," Shauna's deepened voice rumbled and then hands slid over the curve of your exposed ass, thumbs pressing into the skin a little more tenderly than the rest of her hands. "Fuck, look at her."

Lottie's eyes were narrowed, keeping a hazy focus on the position you and Shauna had taken from her spot. Her jaw clenched briefly, then, "Get under her."

Shauna blinked. "What?"

Lottie was already on her knees and ready to take the co-captain's spot, the stench of dominance beginning to leak from the scent glands on her neck and wrists. Shauna's body twitched -- just barely -- in response.

"You heard me," Lottie said calmly, not so much as curling her lip at Shauna despite the pheromones she poured out, "We're both going to take her and I need you in her cunt."

Shauna's chest fell slightly and your neck was still straining to keep looking toward them. But then she nods and makes her way back up toward you. Already you could see it -- her clit. It was morphing into a cock -- a cock to fuck, to fuck and knot, to knot and --

You were jostled and hoisted upward quickly. A yelp escaped from you before you could stop it but it was hushed by Lottie's thin fingers running lines down your spine as Shauna settled you atop her lap, where the hardness in her lap started poking into your thigh.

"Good girl, good Omega," Lottie purred as soon as the adjustment was made without easing up on her hand movements along her back. "I know, you didn't expect us to move you, huh?"

You shook your head, head dropping against Shauna's collarbone. You couldn't really complain being removed from the comfort of your nest -- you had two Alpha's against you again, touching you everywhere, and --

Soft lips pressed against the mating gland just under your ear; an unexpected shockwave of endorphins shot through your system and you jerked against Shauna's hips. The Alpha responded in turn, grunting and grinding up into your thigh.

Lottie's laugh was musical and mischievous.

"Lottie," Shauna gritted out, her fingers ironclad on your hips but the tremble in her arms was felt by all three of you.

"You're big," you whispered before you could stop yourself, meeting Shauna's big brown eyes.

A twitch against your thigh and the swirl of pleased pheromones, arousal drenched.

"Oh, she liked that," Lottie commented as she leaned over you again and ran teeth along the sensitive skin of your shoulder. You felt a hand reaching between the two of you and Shauna jerked against you.

Movement caused you to lift your heavy body to look down as best you could -- and the sight sent slick down your cunt you were sure. Lottie had a hand wrapped around Shauna's extended cock where her clit once was, slowly running her palm up and down, fingers squeezing at the base where a puffy ring of skin was beginning to form.

"Isn't she so pretty, Omega?" Lottie crooned, allowing your focus to stay on where her hand was keeping steady movements even as Shauna's hips were jerking up as Lottie's hand moved down. You came to realize it was her knot that was forming at the base, and Lottie was adding extra pressure to it each time around.

Shauna's nails dug into your skin as she dropped her head back against the sad pillows you had made for your nest, thrusting weakly into Lottie's hand as you tried to remain still between the two Alphas.

Then Lottie stopped.

A whine so desperate you almost thought it was your own left Shauna's throat as her hips lifted up, but Lottie had her cock in a firm grip, unable to find the pleasure she sought.

"Answer me, sweetheart," Lottie whispered, her lips once again finding home on your mating gland. The musky smell of Shauna's pleasure and three people's arousal was sending you into a fuzzy mindspace you weren't sure how to handle.

"Please," Shauna added, husky and more needy than you've ever seen Shauna Shipman in your life. Only for Lottie . . . and now you.

Another wave of heat burst through you and you swallowed down the wave of fear and uncertainty that tried to escape from your reasonable brain, instead getting out, "S-she's pretty. Shauna you're so . . . I wish it were in me, I bet it would make me feel good. So good."

"That's a good Omega," Lottie praised, then the sound of slick movement filled the attic and Shauna's stomach muscles tensed so tight you wondered if she would give herself a hernia. "Look at this, her knot is already so big and she's not even inside of you yet. I think you should lean down, Omega. Put it in your mouth. Take her cum since it can't go into your cunt yet."

A moan left you and Shauna in that exact moment and through shaky limbs, and Lottie's help, you found yourself face to face with Shauna's shaft. It rested just above her cunt where clit normally would be, and you'd seen enough anatomy drawings to not be shocked -- but the real thing is still . . . surprising. Especially when Shauna was larger than anatomy drawings.

Lottie's fingers curled into your hair and pushed your head, gently but firmly, downward, "Go on," the brunette Alpha encouraged, "bring Alpha to pleasure and we'll in turn bring you yours. Be a good Omega and do your duty."

The comment was so un-Lottie that if any other Alpha had said it to you, you'd have reared back and called for Jackie to suckerpunch them. But the way your thighs remained soaked with your slick right now . . . and how your Omega was a mess, your brain was a mess . . .

You swallowed and looked over the tip at Shauna, who had adjusted slightly so she was sitting up and staring at you through a heavy gaze. You started with kitten licks, offering small test suckles to see what got her squirming and what did not get a reaction.

And then Lottie shoved your head down, until you were choking at the base of Shauna's knot as the Alpha's hips thrusted against your face in shock, moaning out her surprise.

"There we go," Lottie cooed as she massaged the base of your neck as your throat did its' best to accommodate the length, neither Alpha seeming to care about the gagging. Though, in reality, Lottie kept a close eye on it. She did note the way your thighs violently clenched and how you were trying not to rub yourself along Shauna's leg.

"Lottie, Jesus Christ," Shauna sputtered, eyes wide as she stared at her mate behind you. "Her f-first time."

"Better she learn now then," Lottie mentions sweetly, almost mocking, as she used her other hand to rub soothing circles in your back and noticing how your head began to slowly bob up and down Shauna's shaft. "Oh and what a quick learner, isn't she?"

Shauna released an inhumane noise as her hand knocked Lottie's away to tangle in your hair, her hips stuttering in an attempt to keep from being rough with you as she fucked your throat.

In truth, Lottie's plan was seeded with reason: she jerked Shauna off to test the waters and see how wet you got, how aroused the sight of her cock and Shauna's desperation made you, added in with Lottie's overwhelming dominance.

She needed you extremely aroused and ready for both of them if they were to sate your heat in the way it needed to be sated in the only way it could be without modern technology to help the three of them out here.

"You're both doing so well," Lottie threw out assuredly, "My best girls."

Shauna was close -- the way her lip curled back and a stench of dominant, challenging pheromones struck Lottie in response to the praise told it all. Shauna's ability to submit and dominate came and went, but she's always been unpredictable. Lottie has come to ride out the waves of these changes over time and she only smirked at Shauna, showing teeth at the rutting Alpha.

Shauna snarled aloud, her body jerking suddenly. You made a noise, strangled out by Shauna's cock, and Shauna held Lottie's gaze as she came straight down your throat, fingers keeping a tight hold in your hair as she bristled and asserted herself.

Lottie's eyes twinkled as Shauna's release overtook her -- the pleasure was shaking Shauna, she could tell through the shared mating bond, but her Alpha forced her to keep her gaze and focus on Lottie as she spurted her release and waited for Lottie to back down.

You whined beneath both of them as Shauna's cock softened just enough for the knot to be less inflated and so that she wasn't coming so much. let you go and moved her hand to your cheek, eyes softening considerably when they left Lottie, who had not backed down first.

"You did so good," Shauna whispered, voice strained as she wiped away some spilled cum from your chin. "Thank you."

You rested your chin on her thigh, feeling spent without even having had an orgasm yet. Your body was on fire, sure, but your brain was alight with emotions.

"Do you need a break?" Lottie asked from above you, moving your hair to the side as she leaned down so she could look at you. "We need you ready and willing, not anything otherwise."

"Maybe some more water?" You did not mind the saltiness that Shauna left behind, but your throat was a little sore and you were sweating out everything you've already had to drink earlier. "And then I should be okay."

"You're more verbal today," Shauna said as she brought some water to you and held it up to you. You drank a little, washing the taste of Alpha away.

"Yeah, that's weird," you agreed.

"It may be because of us," Lottie said, her hands not having left you once. Still on your backs, your legs, massaging and rubbing -- soothing, reassuring, "You're pulled less into intensities of heat sickness so you can think a little more clearly."

"I don't feel like I'm thinking clearly," you admit to them as you finish the water and deny an offer of a refill. "I feel so fucking empty that I could have the most painful orgasm of my life if my clit is stimulated without something inside of me."

Shauna ran a hand across your damp temple, smile sympathetic. "That would be the heat, baby. We're going to take care of you now. Fill you so good that thinking will be . . . impossible, really."

And with that, your Omega came to life and pushed herself into the front of your brain all over again.

You found yourself in the same exact position you were in previously, in Shauna's lap with Lottie resting above you. This time, however, the hardness that Shauna hoisted was not going to be teased -- and by the time they had started talking you through it, you had stopped following along.

You were grinding against Shauna, slick and not with any sort of pattern as you did. Your nails were leaving little divots in Shauna's chest, above her breasts, but she did not seem to care as her awe-filled eyes watched you make an attempt to find a suitable position on her cock.

"Okay," Lottie murmured as she lifted your hips, which removed the stimulation you sought so needlingly. A low whine escaped your raspy throat and she returned it by kissing your gland. "Calm, Omega. I'm going to put you on her cock; slowly, so you do not hurt yourself. Can you be still for me?"

"Want it," you whispered, lost for full sentences as you clenched around nothing above Shauna. The Alpha in question's jaw was clenched tight as held her palms open, waiting to accept your hips and cunt with her cock.

But Lottie was determined to do this her way -- which meant easing you down slowly. The minute Shauna's shaft made contact with your overly slick pussy, all of you shuddered. She eased allowed you to sink down but forced your pace to be at her desire; which you would later be thankful for. Shauna was big. The stretch was intense and clenching around her did not help matters even though your body's responses were out of your control.

"Feels so good," you moaned as you collapsed against the Alpha beneath you, wracked with shivers and needing to take a moment. Shauna's arms wrapped around you, trembling in the same way your entire form seemed to be doing.

"Good, good girl," Lottie murmured as she released you and instead worked her hands down your thighs. You let her do what she wanted as you pulsed around the intrusion that both intensified and eased the undeniable heat inside of you.

"You're so big, Shauna, I--" You did not know what else to say, as your thighs locked around the brunette's muscled hips and thus forcing her further inside you. Both of you breathed out.

"You're giving me an ego," Shauna said, laughing weakly as she smiled at you in what she hoped was reassuring. It was in that look -- that smile -- that you came to a realization.

She's never knotted an Omega, perhaps never been with an Omega at all. You wanted to open your mouth, to ask questions maybe but the chance was gone when she started catching onto it.

Her cheeks turned red under your scrutiny and she suddenly grabbed your chin and jerked you forward into a searing kiss.

Your brain melted inside of your skull as you respond to the kiss in full, falling into it and starting to grind down your hips, desire flaring up now that the stretch had gone from burning to delicious.

"Fuck," she cursed into your mouth as she moved to meet your thrusts.

The feeling of it -- it was indescribable, it was raw and it was like getting into a cold bed after taking a hot shower after being outside and sweating all day, it was soothing an ache that before this had never seemed to leave.

The kiss broke when the tip of her shaft suddenly seemed to hit somewhere inside of you that not even you could ever reach -- now that you knew you were an Omega, maybe this was why previous partners couldn't either. It heightened your pleasure tenfold and the noises that left your mouth were absolutely abhorrent, you were sure.

"Lot, you gonna do something back there?" Shauna inquired breathlessly as she started using her left hip and bearing down on her right, thus angling her body upward, wrapping a leg around your waist to keep you steady and hitting that spot at a consistent rate.

It was overwhelming, it was going to kill you, it was --

Something wet started circling the muscles above your cunt without much pressure at first, probing carefully with slick while a hand crept down to play with your clit.

You came as soon as contact was made, the most powerful wave of earth-shattering pleasure taking over you like a possession and freezing you atop Shauna as your mouth opened in a silent scream.

That did not stop the brute strength of her thrusts, though. Her pupils were dilated as she pressed fingers to the back of your neck and jerked you down so your chests were pressed close. Her cock curved upward and only seemed to extend your orgasm longer.

Your head tilted back, and this time a moan did escape you nearly at the same moment where sharp teeth locked onto your neck and broke the soft patch of skin wherein your home-scent was contained.

Saliva and snarls and wails exploded in the attic but it was drowning quickly with another orgasm quickly following the second one before you had time to gather your bearings, the teeth still holding you firmly in place as something in the air shifted between you and the Alpha who was setting a newly punishing pace.

And then you felt it as your high was slowly beginning to ebb but not completely fading -- knowing another was to follow -- the tip of what you now came to understand was Lottie's cock at your ass.

"Shauna, I need you to keep her still for a second." She sounded underwater, but even then she was loud and demanding, putting all the dominance she had into that one order.

Even in the throes of her rut it paused Shauna's rhythm right where it was. Her teeth were not moving an inch, but she grumbled deep in her chest as she did as Lottie said and slowly eased both of your bodies flat into the nest, Lottie following, so that she could keep you still.

"Okay," Lottie breathed, palm splayed flat in the middle of your back as she shifted behind you. You so dearly wished you could move your neck to see what she was doing, but Shauna had your neck as a semi-permanent chew toy right now.

You did your best to keep still and relax for what came next despite the hard throbbing in your cunt that left you nearly twitching for movement.

Meanwhile Lottie ran a hand up and down her own shaft, slick with your juices and keeping you in place with her palm on your back. She was so fucking hard and wet at once that her own rut was getting to her head -- but she had to do this carefully or risk hurting you.

She wasn't as thick as Shauna was -- maybe perhaps a bit longer, but less of a stretch and likely more easy to take so she hoped this would both damper the Omega's heat more without being too much.

She took a deep breath, and when a small whine left the little creature below her she knew she needed to get to work.

Shauna's eyes looked up at Lottie as she slotted herself close to your ass and, using her hand, started to work herself into your tight hole.

A squeak was what Lottie was greeted with in return, your body jerking forward into Shauna and forcing the Alpha to finally let go of her mating mark on your neck.

She instead started peppering kisses along your face and making soft, soothing noises to soothe the Omega's hindbrain.

"You're taking it so well," Lottie decided to say, trying to be as contained as she could possibly manage when her cock was enveloped by the tightest heat she'd ever felt.

Even when she and Shauna spent their ruts together -- Shauna was tight but this . . .

Lottie and Shauna were not Omegas. This is what made the difference in sex -- they had a great sex life before, but Lottie wasn't sure they would have anything as great as this after.

"Hear that, little thing?" Shauna whispered in your ear, fingers tracing the outline of your lobe with pointed featheriness. "Takin' your other Alpha so perfect. You're making us proud."

Oh, you loved that. Both Alphas were rewarded with you clenching down and whining, muffled by your forehead dropping to bury into Shauna's shoulder as Lottie started moving her hips slowly.

"How's she feel, though? Good? Big?"

"Long," you shivered as Lottie's length started reaching parts of you that Shauna's didn't. "So fucking longh," you spit as Shauna jerked upwards and smirked at your strangled yelp.

"Perfect," the brunette purred, "because now that we've got our cocks in you, we're going to take you, knot you so fucking good until you can't speak, and breed you even better."

Your ears rang as the thrusts were started as a punishing pace; though Lottie's "punishing pace" was still far gentler than Shauna's at that moment. Everything was slick and wet, for even their pussies were still rubbing against you in this brutal, feral fucking the three of you found yourselves in.

"She's so goddamn tight, Lot," Shauna announced as her nose buried itself home into the bite mark she had made. "She smells like me -- like us -- she's perfect for us."

Lottie's breaths grew a little more uneven, her stature above you a lot less constrained the more Shauna spoke. She was trying to keep it together and you were grateful -- it was a lot, all of it was almost too much. The smells, the emotions, the pure sex of it.

"Yeah?" Lottie finally gets out, close to your head on the other side of your neck where the unbroken gland was. She nosed it and her eyes closed like she was enjoying a long beloved candle lit in her home. "Beautiful. Yes, Shauna."

Then she bit down just as Shauna struck -- her fingers finding the nub between moving bodies and giving it a harsh circle. It sent you careening over the edge for a third time, just as powerful and yelping out as it shook you.

You weren't all there anymore because by the time you were coming to, the base of her knot had become inflated and her movements had started growing relentless, struggling to get engorged part of her cock inside and keep her in.

Her mouth twitched as she jerked once, twice, three times and with a stretch that you'd feel for days after, worked her knot inside your cunt and bit down onto her mark for a second time just as she exploded inside of you.

Her orgasm was the catalyst for your forth, leaving with you no choice but to ride through the near-painful waves as she shot ropes of release into you, body shaking under you.

Lottie, meanwhile, was taking the endless pleasure you were getting as an opportunity to work her own knot into your ass, slower than Shauna, keeping her control on the tightest leash she possibly could.

As your orgasm shuddered away and you went limp, believing it to be over, she popped her own inside of you and she couldn't hold back the ugly noise that came out of her throat as her vision blurred.

One quick thrust, to her surprise, was all it took before she was orgasming inside of you and the startled moans from both girls beneath her led her to assuming you weren't finished with your orgasm, either.

The three of you fell into an exhausted heap as shockwaves were left to course their way through all of you. You were entirely filled to the brim and still, sometimes, a spurt would come out at the smallest jostle.

You couldn't help it -- you fell into the deepest sleep in your life.

It took three full days of similar events before, finally, the morning you next woke instead of being insanely horny you were insanely hungry.

Shauna was already awake looking exhausted and eyeing you suspiciously as she held out water to you. You inched forward and she inched back briefly for a moment, and you frowned. You reached out in this new mating bond and felt for her emotions.

You found a . . . hesitancy, and exhaustion.

"I don't want sex," you said, glancing at the forgotten cup of water in her hands. She slumped in relief as she handed it over and scooted back into your nest to curl around you again as though she weren't just trying to get away from you.

You'd be so fucking offended if her scent and touch wasn't so comforting right now. She nuzzled into your neck, silent and purring like an engine as Lottie remained absolutely lost to the world on your other side.

"Thank you," you said as she handed you strips of meat between sips of water. Her eyes were thoughtful and so, so soft. The Shauna from before the attic and your heat was gone, leaving behind an Alpha who was exposing a side of herself she seemed scared to show.

"You're a good Alpha," you told her as you ate the offered meal and drank your water.

"I--" she licked her lips and fiddled with the sleeves of her plaid shirt, nothing under it, "Lottie and I have only ever -- we've never been with Omegas. Betas, sometimes. I do not know how to take care of an Omega."

You blink in surprise at her. The ache in your bones was all moving to your heart at the admission in an instant. "Shauna." You cup her cheek, thumb drifting along the jawline you'd left bruises on. The bite mark you'd left on the other side of her neck, matching Lottie's on the opposite.

She leaned into your touch.

You smiled a little. "You took such good care of me, okay? I had no doubt of my safety with you and Lottie. I was protected and my needs were met."

"We -- we marked you. Your first heat." Her eyes were sad. "We took your choice away."

"No choice was taken, Alpha," you stated with firm reassurance. Sure, you were scared and you did not know what sort of future was ahead for you three when you got the hell out of this hellscape . . . but you knew Lottie and Shauna would be there. "I returned the marks, didn't I?"

Her forehead rested against yours, thumb running down yours as your hand was encased by hers.

"My clit hurts."

The bark of laughter that broke free from your chest woke Lottie, the other Alpha groaning in displeasure as Shauna's twinkling eyes met yours so sweetly.

"Please tell me we're out of heat mode," Lottie groaned. You pulled away from Shauna and turned around, leaning over to kiss your other Alpha's cheek.

"All better, Alpha," you murmured sweetly as she smiled up at you, gaze tired but affectionate as Shauna also scooted closer to join the two of you.

When you got redressed later that day after spending some quality time together, Jackie was the first to greet you despite how disgusting you apparently smelled.

Over your shoulder, the look she gave Shauna and Lottie when she realized your scent had changed to that of a mated Omega was nothing less than lethal.

[mousepatta]

Sharks and Minnows

What could be worse than waking up in a dangerous, magical world with no idea of how to get back home? Waking up in said world to find out that your perfectly average height apparently translates to about four inches tall in this world.

Yuu is nothing if not industrious. However, their decision to live in Octavinelle dormitory's walls may have backfired.

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Chapter 1: Unfortunate Circumstances

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Azul had a problem.

It had started off small. So small that he almost hadn't noticed.

Little things would go missing here and there. Nothing valuable, just a stray button or ink cartridge. Maybe a small amount of food would go unaccounted for from the kitchen. At most, it had been annoying. Azul had assumed it was simply Floyd misplacing things. But then things had taken a turn.

Suddenly, students were coming into his consultations a tad more… informed than they should have been. They would nit-pick clauses he had discussed only in private. Of course, he could “roll with the punches” as one might say, but it sure made his job harder. He had to stay on his toes when making deals with what should have been naive little first years. It was as if someone was feeding them knowledge they should not have been privy to.

Azul had already embarrassed himself by prowling around his own office, searching for some sort of hidden recording device. For how else could these people have such exact knowledge of the lounge's inner workings. Exhausted from ranting to Jade, Azul steeled himself to attempt to get help from Idia. Though they weren't exactly the best of friends, Azul would garner that he was likely one of the few people on campus who interacted with the reclusive housewarden, so gaining his favor shouldn't be too difficult.

“So, like, what d’ya want me to do about it?”, Idia stared blankly.

Azul had confided in him during a meeting at the board game club.

“It is a matter of technology, is it not? I've been unable to find any sort of recording device, but you may be able to find one with your more advanced methods, no?”

“Yikes, getting dragged out of my room again in one day sounds like a major L.”, Idia muttered to himself.

“I would not seek your assistance if this was not a serious matter. I'm sure I can offer something in exchange.”

Azul reached into his bag, pulling out a boxed figurine.

“Omg! That's totally a collector's edition doki club figurine from the fast food tie-in! How did you get your hands on that?”

“Worry less about how I acquired it and more about how you can. Just one little favor and it's all yours.”

“Geez, this guy can't say anything without sounding sus. But I guess I'm in!”

“It'll be a pleasure doing business with you.”

After these stressful few weeks, Azul's spirit finally began to lift.

…

Yuu rushed forward. They didn't have much time. Waking up in an unfamiliar, magical, world without any clear way to get home was stressful enough. Adding onto that, the fact that their perfectly normal height apparently translated to about four inches in this world, Yuu had been having an unpleasant experience.

In the aftermath of a stressful orientation, the headmaster had allowed Yuu to stay in Ramshackle dormitory along with their “familiar”. Though, most students would not know Yuu was even there, which they were perfectly fine with. What was not fine was the state of the dorm they had been given asylum within. It was decrepit. If they had been the appropriate size, they were sure they could pretty it up a bit, or at least clean it enough that the dust didn't irritate their eyes and nose too much. Alas, with that not being the case, Yuu had no choice but to search for alternative solutions.

The other dorms were all well-maintained. Yuu was sure that no one would even notice if they were to slip in and stay in secret. That just left them the decision of which dorm to choose. They couldn't find much information about Diasomnia, just that many strong mages were there. Maybe they would be able to sense an unwelcome presence? In the same vein, Savanaclaw housed most beastmen who might be able to sniff them out. Ignihyde was supposedly full of hermits who would stay in the dorm too often. Heartslabyul and Pomefiore had rigorous rules and standards that would make any evidence of Yuu's existence harder to ignore.

That left them with Scarabia or Octavinelle. The scale was tilted the moment the prefect discovered that Octavinelle housed a restaurant, the Mostro Lounge. Getting food would be a breeze. After thoroughly convincing Grim to give them a ride over, using the promise of free food stolen from the Mostro Lounge, Yuu got to work. They made the risky, but rewarding, move of carving out their home base in the walls of the VIP room of the lounge. It kept them far enough away from the rush of customers, but close enough to food and other supplies.

Which led them to where they were now. Yuu rushed through the walls toward a dorm room. They had taken too much food from the lounge itself lately and the Octavinelle housewarden, Azul Ashengrotto, had taken notice. An added bonus of their chosen place within the walls was that they could hear any grievances and quickly course correct. For now, they would switch to finding food within the dorm rooms for a while. Just until any suspicion died down.

If Grim hadn't gotten greedy, there wouldn't be any suspicion in the first place, Yuu thought bitterly.

Their steps were hurried, keeping in mind that students would be filing into the dorm soon. If Yuu didn't have the added responsibility of attending classes in secret despite their size, the time to forage would be plentiful. They internally cursed Dire Crowley for his borderline hazardous requirements.

Their mood lifted as they reached their favorite dorm room. A smile traced their features as they popped their head out of the secret entrance they had made through the wall. Just as expected, three different bags of chips were left open. The prefect wasn't sure what sort of person would leave so many snacks open without finishing any, but they wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

The dorm room was split down the middle, with one side staying tidy and the other side being a mess. Yuu would mostly ignore the cleaner side of the room as it never bore any fruits. At most, they could pick off some of a mushroom from one of the terrariums placed on the shelves, but they didn't know enough about fungi to know which were safe to eat. Accidently poisoning themself would be a pretty embarrassing way to go. They would stick to their pre-packaged goods, thank you very much.

Just as they had finished packing up a variety of chips and a bit of candy they had found on the way, they heard two sets of footsteps approaching the door. Yuu slipped down and under the bed of the messier side of the room, heading toward the safety of the wall. Before they could get there, the door opened and someone flopped onto the bed above them. Yuu jolted. The stress on the springs almost made them think the bed would collapse. The second set of footsteps calmly pulled out a desk chair.

A bag crinkled.

“Wha- Jade, ya haven't been eating my stuff have ya?”, a voice lilted.

“Wouldn't dream of it.”, a deeper voice replied.

“Well something has been. Should tell Azul to quit holin’ up in his office while we get mice out here.”

“I sincerely doubt a mouse stole two chips from you and left without a trace.”

“Well, what else could it be? Don't think anyone here would sneak in and steal from me. That's just askin’ for a squeezin’.”

“What indeed?”

Yuu had heard enough. They quickly and quietly slipped back into the walls, drowning out the rest of the conversation. Something about the tone that “Jade” had used unnerved them.

They had little time to dwell on that matter as Yuu made their way through the walls and back to their home base. As much as they appreciated the dorm they were in, the housewarden was a bit… much. He often tricked students into signing contracts, luring them in with false promises before ultimately striking. Yuu rolled their eyes at the thought. It wasn't as if he couldn't fulfill the promises he would make, he simply refused to. Taking advantage of students in exchange for “favors” that took little to no effort on his part. Yuu could understand not wanting to be constantly helping others, but if he really did have the power to help his desperate peers, why not just do it?

With these thoughts in mind, Yuu had taken to giving out their own scraps of advice. Their position gave them insider knowledge on certain terms and after hearing so many consultations, they had acquired quite the knack for finding cracks in different clauses. Knowledge in tow, Yuu would anonymously message students before and occasionally during their meetings with Azul. Though some simply dismissed their warnings, those who would heed them were ultimately able to gain more bargaining power at the very least. It may not have been foolproof, but it was the least they felt they could do.

Yuu peered out through a small hole in the bookcase. Azul seemed to be in high spirits. Likely because of some scam going well, Yuu thought bitterly. He was humming to himself, happily scrawling away on whatever paperwork needed attention. Yuu eagerly flopped into their jewelry-box-turned-bed, ready to enjoy some well-earned rest.

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[ihaznoclue]

Edge of the fight ♡♡♡♡

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Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Warnings -> Near death experiences, trauma, PTSD, Nightmares, hurt/comfort, Emotional talks, Experiments, being called a 'failure', Kidnapping, Reader is going through it, Panic attacks, Over protective, Trauma/Past dumping (Woah that's alot)

Authors Note -> Mind you that this story came to my mind late at one night, it came to my mind and I mixed up some stuff in it even though it might not make sense to everyone

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The soft glow from the lairs kitchen area spoils from across the floor as you shuffle in, waking up a bit from what happened last night

Donnie's at the counter, making himself a cup of coffee, he then looks up the moment you enter the kitchen

"Hey" His voice calm and warm, like he knows you don't want to be overwhelmed with what happened but wanted to make sure if you are feeling okay "How're you feeling?"

You shurg as you leaned back onto he counter beside him "Tired.. Embarrassed"

He tilts his head to the side "That second one? Still unnecessary" He says than before you could reply, Mikey suddenly appears behind you as he hugs you lifting you up making you yelp in surprise

"Hey babycakes!" He was quite excited to see you

You laughed - a real one this time

Then Raph walks in, looking like he just woke up as he yawns, "Put them down Mikey" He huffs

Raph's eyes were focused on you, noticing the slight eye bags under your eyes and says "Rough night, last night?"

You node as you gave a quiet "Yeah", He pauses than gives you a look telling you that he was slightly worried for your well-being

Making you feel seen

and that you were going to be okay

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It was now during the day as you heard a noise, everyone doing their own things but you were curious on what that noise was

It wasn't loud, just a noise of something falling or crashing into a wall, then followed by a hiss of frustration and a half-laughed curse under someone breath

You creep down that lead to Mikey's room, opening the door as you saw him sitting on his bed, surround by the aftermath of one of his 'art explosions', pens and paint brushes everywhere and some half-sketches on the floor, crunched up papers thrown everywhere

There was also a ripped out comic book in his lap, his sketchpad been tosses across the room like it betrayed him

He doesn't see you at first but you watched him for a second as your heart slowly sanks

Because Mikey? He was crying

He was silent as you could see his shoulder shaking, hands on his face as he was trying not to make any noise to distract his brothers form what they were doing

You decided to let him know that you were here "Mikey?"

That send him jolting, scrambling to wipe his face to hide those tears away "Oh-! Hey angelcakes! What's.. what's up?" His voice tried to sound normal but it wasn't going to work, he was now cracking a fake smile

"Didn't mean to cause a ruckus, you know how it is" He then laughed "Mikey" You spoke making him stop

He then pulls his head down, nervous to look at you "I didn't mean for you to see this, i'm fine really.. just some art block, I know it's stupid"

"Mikey, it's not stupid" That made him look at you and his mark totally falls apart, his eyes red "I tried so hard to make sure everyone is okay" He whispers

"I keep things light, keep the joke going to hold up the mood and it's like if I stop everything would feel heavy, you know?" He spills out, you then sat next to him as you placed a hand on his shoulder

Your heart ached

"I didn't realize how much pressure I was putting on myself until I saw you- after you falling, after how much stuff has been happening recently and I though, God what if i'm not actually helping? What if I'm just pretending everything is okay while everyone is falling apreat underneath me?"

You felt bad as you reached for his hand to hold, "Mikey" You stated "You're always been helping.. You're mainly the reason why most of us get through the day without breaking. But that doesn't mean you have to carry everyone's emotion and bury your own" You spoke out

Mikey sniffs as he squeezed your hand softly, "It's not weakness to rest, It's not failure to feel, you don't have to be the funny one all the time"

He gave out a little chuckle "You're quite good at this" He mumbles

"Well that's because we have each other"

You both sit in silence for a while, you were still looking around his room to see it was quite a mess but you are going to worry about that later

For now you were going to stay with Mikey until he feels better

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It was now night, the city streets were dark and slightly dimmed by the street lights as the air was heavy with humidity

The brothers are their usual formation but tonight you were with them

It have been a couple of weeks now, weeks of recovery, of laughter, of soft and hard moment - of healing, but tonight.. you were reminded of how quickly everything can fall apart instantly

You're moving through the shadows, as you blended in with the night as you followed Leo's lead

He's quiet and watchful, the weight of leadership on his shoulder as always as him and his brothers were in front of you for safety

Mikey was just cracking some jokes from time to time to ease up your stress as he knew how stressful this can be after healing for a long time

He was keeping the mood up but even he can tell tonight might be different as well, there was tension int he air as something that felt like the calm before the storm

You're more than alert than usual for some reason, you were still shaken from your previous moment of vulnerability with the brothers but you did try to focus more, try to stay sharp

"You good? You look a little tense" Leo asked as he glanced down at you as he was standing on the edge of the rooftop that made you worry for a moment

You gave a nod, forcing a smile "Yeah I'm fine, just keeping my eyes peeled, you?" You asked back

Leo doesn't answer immediately, his sharp gaze scanning the rooftop on other building "Always" he says, then looks over at you again, his voice becomes softer

"If anything happens, just fall back.. We'll handle it"

You were about to respond until there was a scream that cuts through the night like a knife, it was a woman, it sounded desperate

Without hesitation, Leo signals for the team to move out and follow the sound of the women that lead into an alley way

It looked narrow and dark, the shadow growing longer with every step as you walked further and further

..And then you saw him..

Shredder, of all people it was him again

You froze on the spot but Leo's voice took you back to reality as he took action "Move!" He order, launching himself at Shredder as his katanas were in his hands

Raph follows behind, his sais ready for action, Donnie having his bo staff and Mikey having his nunchuks swinging around

But the moment you stepped a little bit forward to join them a loud thump and crack rings out the noise around you

Everything just happened so fast

Shredder was throwing a block of concret towards you, dust flying everywhere around you which caused you to cover your mouth to not breath in

You were pushed back by the force of the block as you stumbled, your vision blurring for a moment, you didn't have enough time to react until you were pulled back by a boxed gloved hand

It was Raph, his grip was firm but there was panic showing in his eyes

"You need to get out of here!" He yells, pushing you away again form Shredder's attacks, that made you stumble to Leo

Your heart was racing as you knew something was off.. you shouldn't be here

Something is gonna get terribly wrong

You hesitate but just for a moment.. then it happens

Shredder was somehow in front of you and in a moment you were thrown against the wall with such force, your body colliding with the wall hard making you lose your breath

You then fell to the ground as your tried to breath your way through as you started to bleed from the back of your head and some on your forehead

Your vision now blurring away as you tried to leave your eyes open, hearing voice call out to you

Your body doesn't respond the way you want it to, you try to move but it was a bad idea btu everything feels too heavy

Pain.. the only word to describe yourself feeling right now

So much pain then blackness covered your vision

'Not again..' you think 'Not..again..'

Through the muffle and ringing sound of the brothers voices calling out to you

Raph and Leo were the loudest one yelling out to you, the sounds of the battle filling your ear to know that Donnie and Mikey were trying to hold Shredder back

You did try to stay awake but everything was too hard to focus on

And then-

Quietness...

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You don't know how long you were out for

When you started to focus on everything around you, it's not the comforting hum of the lair that you could hear but the sharp beep of the machine that were connected to you

You started to blink to focus on your vision more better, the dim light hurts your eyes as you shut them tight again then re-opened them

You then realised that you were once again on the med bed in Donnie's lab, you turned your head to the side as you saw Donnie at your side with his back turned as his face furrowed while his fingers hovering over some of the readings on his computers

Then turned to the other side to see Leo pacing around near the lab, Mikey sitting on the floor as his knees not he ground , his expression was unreadable while Raph was standing against the wall near by with his arms crossed, eyes looking furious

You tired to sit up as your body was surrounded by pain, you hissed at the sudden pain that went through your body

"Easy there dove" Donnie murmurs, gently pushing you back down as you hissed again

"You were hit pretty hard, We're lucky it wasn't.. well.. worse" He said

the silence and the tension

You could feel it lingering around the room

Everyone's avoiding looking directly as you and it hurts, you could feel their guilt and their fear

Like they failed

You sighed as you reached over for the nearest thing which was your arm, but your hands won't respond

The shaking started again, like a warning

Then Leo was at your side, kneeling down to meet your eyes, there was no anger, no blame but just pain

"Name, I.." He spoke, his voice sounding tight "I couldn't get to you fast enough"

"Leo, It's not your fault.." You begin, but the words die on your tongue as Raph steps forward a bit

"You're hurt, and we should've been faster, shouldn't kept you safe, should've.."

You didn't let him finish

"It's not your guys fault" You rasp, struggling to sit up again "none of you are at fault, this is.. this is just the risk we take, we're still all together"

Mikey then suddenly stands up from the floor, walking over to your side

"You don't have to go through this alone.. We're kind of like family, we fight for each other and we protect each other"

The weight in your chest loosens but just a little at his words, it feels like a promise - a promise that you heard one hundred times before but this time

It feels real to know that they will keep their promise

Even if the world keeps falling apart, they'll be there to hold the pieces together

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You're awake again, but this time it's not the beeping machine or the cold feeling of the lab

It was quiet, peaceful.. almost too peaceful

It's strange, you can't really remember falling asleep but when you blink your eyes open, you find yourself in the familiar couch you would usually fall asleep in

The warmth of the blankets surrounding you, you didn't try to sit up but your side stops you

You once again let out a hiss of discomfort, immediately regretting the movement

"Easy there"

the voice was soft, calm and you know it before you even see him

It was Leo, sitting down near by as he was meditating, his figure is silhouetted against the dim glow of the lairs lights, just enough to make him look like a shadow int he distance

You swallow, fighting the haze of drowsiness "You're.. You've been there all night?" You asked

He peaks out as eyes to you as he nodded and you notice the exhaustion beneath his calm demeanor

"I couldn't leave you alone this time, so I stayed" Leo says quietly

"Not after everything that has happened to you.. not after what happened with him" He then shifts, getting up as he moved closer to you

Like he's not sure if you're ready for him to get close but you nod to him as you reassured him that he could

He then reaches out a hand to brush some hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear, making you shiver at the slightest touch

You've always know Leo as the leader, the steady one, the one who takes it all

The weight of command, the responsibility and the shield of everyone

But right now in this very moment, he looks small.. like the mask he's been wearing for so long had disappeared

He watches you closely, like he was waiting for a response from you and you knew what you had to do

You need to show him that he doesn't have to carry this burden all alone.. not anymore

You reach out your hand as you reached it to his face, it was a small gesture to let him not that you weren't mad at him, that you weren't blaming him for this

"I'm okay" You say quietly, your voice sounded like a whisper

"I'm not mad and I'm not blaming you or anyone, you didn't fail me and I'm here because of you guys, I'm still here"

His expression softens and for a second he lets go of a breath that he might of been holding onto

And for the first time in a long while, Leo rests his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat, not as a leader nor a protector but as Leo himself

The person who's carrying too much and who need someone to share the weight with him

And in this moment, you both find peace, a quiet and simple connection

Two people who are broken by the weight of the world but is slowly learning how to rebuild

You then heard a soft and small "Thank you"

"Goodnight Leo"

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-A<3

[secretwhumplair]

Whump prompt XVIII

Caretaker is trying to buy whumpee to free them.

Only they cannot afford the asking price, so they're left haggling down whumpee's value, picking out every conceivable flaw and arguing with the seller that whumpee really isn't worth that - all fully within earshot of whumpee.

[kaeyacollection]

Hey so uh

Are we being normal about this?

"In those days, a crimson moon shone down upon the subterranean realm, and not the dark sun of latter days." (Perinheri book)

And like the wiki says Kaeya's passive was changed from "Heart of the Abyss" because it unintentionally conflated with the Abyss in game and not the metaphor of "walking on thin ice over an abyss."

But I mean

For an unintentional connection it sure does come up a lot

But even if we do disregard that and go based on the intended meaning (via the wiki)

"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Xiaomin": "It's like standing on the edge of a deep abyss, like walking on thin ice."

I mean on one hand, yes we already knew about Khaenri'ahs connection to the abyss long before the Abyss Order was founded and before Khaenri'ah got nerfed for crimes against Celestia (fuckin Gold had rift hounds like this isn't new)

BUT this is the first solid confirmation that the Abyss wasn't a side note some (lookin at you 5 sinners) dipped their toes into but a defining part of the dynasty if it was named after the damn thing, right?

From the book of The Little Witch and the Undying Fire:

You see, we also call a will that comes down from the heavens an "archon." They are normally planets that have sentient life on them, and they number seven, and therefore they are called the "seven archons." As for the virtuals, their number varies between one, two, and four. The planet the little witch was on may well have been one. And in the case of such a world, the "virtual" would be the "dark sun."

"The planet the little witch was on may well have been one." Has become such an important line in connecting the abyss as a guiding force, that was not just used by khaenri'ah, but influencing them even if the people didn't realize it

Walking on thin ice over the abyss, believing they could balance that danger, but the ice cracked and Celestia responded

King Irmin was indisposed, we saw the kind of madness that overcame Chlothar, who only got the second hand abyssal experience from Mr. Crystal himself (Vedrfolnir), Gold went Mold for a second if her chapter in The Little Witch has any accuracies to herself (also one of her companions becoming a pirate - I see you Kaeya's Grandpa)

For the Sinners to be seeking perfection when the Abyss Order talks about their guiding force being something of chaos

Idk it's just neat that one line can solidify and make sense of previous tales within the game that we didn't technically have the context for previously and I'm excited to see what the rare disease mentioned at the end is going to be

Also just as a bonus note

Celebration: Fruit of Wisdom

What knowledge might the fruit of wisdom bring, were it to descend upon the land? Either way, it'll taste good as a drink if left in Diona's hands.

I wasn't part of the event, but if they straight up saw fruits of wisdom and the first thought was to consume it then I just wonder if fruits of the abyss looked just as appetizing

[ccaptain]

   ' ━Ah, so that's your brand new hiding place. '

   A pair of familiar, inadvisable shoes seemingly materializes out of thin air. There's a grin on the man's face as he bends down to eye level, red hues exploring the hiding space his stray snuck in and slowly turning on the side of incredulous concern.

   ' How in the hell did ya managed to get in here? You're taller than me, and almost as bulk, too! Only someone like Brother Hanu could get cramped in here, and even he... '

   They both know how. the Enigma doesn't answer him, limiting himself into quietly staring at his adoptive father as the playfulness in his voice disappears.

   ' One of these days, huh? ' A sigh. ' Come on- scoot over, 'm coming in. '

   There's a long pause. Kaeya doesn't move- but he resumes speaking, a tad on the side of incredulous.

   ' Dad... It's too big for both of us, We'll both be stuck if you come in. '

   ' That so? ' The man named Gallagher sighs with relief, chuckling in the same breath. ' Right. Would have been worth a shot, though- look who's speaking again. '

   It rips a chuckle out of him, for the way it always works- his dad is never afraid to do something scandalously funny to shock him out of overthinking. This includes trying to reach for him in a small, battered metal closet.

   Sometimes, it's just a thing that needs to be done.

   There's a can of something similiar to SoulGlad in violet-hued fingers, the comfortable silence, and his father's leg pressed against his as they sit with their backs on the wall. 

   A drop of condensation comes in contact with his thumb, unfelt. This is where Enigma breaks the silence.

   ' Dad... '

   He hesitates, a million questions in his mind. He picks the closest one, reels the others in.

   ' This feeling of emptiness... when will it stop? I thought it was going to go away on his own, but it never did. Never does. '

   There's an awry sound coming from his side. ' Hard to say, ' he starts, the movement that turns his face into a small grimace of sympathy. ' 'm kinda afraid that you put yourself into a bad situation, kid. '

   ' I did? '

   ' Yup. This... ' He gestures at Kaeya entirely, careful, ' avatar that you took, the one you told me belongs to your friend... you're really not supposed to do that. Take his looks, I mean- it just makes everything more complicated than it needs to be. Adds a whole lot of weight where there shouldn't be. Kinda jumbles everything that should be simple... ' 

   His dad trails off, irises taking on the looks of his stray without the irony shining in his eyes.

   ' You still haven't told me why ya picked him, out of all traits you could have taken. Of the amalgamate you coulda been. '

   No- no, he has not. The reason only makes sense in his brain, only tie together when Kaeya Alberich has been in the life of someone for a while. And Kaeya Alberich never got to know his father at all.

   His mouth opens, words lost. Impostor closes it, opens it again, shakes his head almost helplessly, the faint buzz of confusion starting behind his eyes before a warm hand ruffles his hair, stays in place over mussled cobalt locks.

   ' Don't sweat it, ' the man that is his father tells him, a lopsided grin on his face. ' As long as it makes sense to you, it's alright. You gotta solve this emptiness thing yourself- I can't help you much, here. '

   A few pats on his dusty behind, and his dad is up and going again. Kaeya shakes his head at the hand being offered to him, signaling that he'd like to be alone and in here a little longer.

   ' You gotta be glad we have a lotta time to think about stuff, no? 'is the last thing he tells Kaeya before he's out, leaving a wink and the bark of a laughter behind.

   and a cold can of soda, untouched.

   The hut is empty. There's nobody else but him, and the unheartly silence of the abandoned planet hs picked as his residence.

   Kaeya's digits follow the jagged edges of his newest wound, a gaping hole where pale diamond should be. The skin has been broken like porcelaine, long cobalt strands trying to hide the lack of eye and the emptiness where skull and human gore should be.

   Gray materia floats around his head, trying to recompose him and shoo his fingers, foreign, cold objects, away from the problem. But the wound is fresh, terribly big, and the effort requires an addictional component to speed up the healing factor. 

   The surviving eye is as faulty as the one he took from Kaeya Alberich: all he sees are shadows dancing out of his reach, the blurry, darkened form of the table, the chairs, the kitchenette and the items he so loves to decorate having become hostile obstacles he has to avoid.

   In the corner of the main room, there are two big tanks of the liquid coming from the Misty Sea- it's what he needs to fix the missing side of his head.

   It's what he needs. A few steps ahead, and he'll close his digits around the neck of one. Feel around the tab in the bathub, plug it in, and pour.

   Simple actions to restore himself.

   But he thinks. And thinks. And he can't do this.

   He can't do this.

   He just can't do this.

   He can't move. 

   But he has to.

   The next minutes, perhaps hours, perhaps days, are a blur. All he knows is that, when he comes to some sort of consciousness again, his fingers are still tight around the plastic neck of a much lighter tank, the smell of the restoring liquid is right under his nose. His location seems to have changed.

   Kaeya doesn't remember doing all this. All that he knows is that the ceramic of the bathub is so wonderfully cold and grounding against his warm, cracked skin, and he doesn't want to move. He has no will to, but something in his body has reacted to try and make him fix himself.

   But he can't do it. His legs feel like lead, like cement.

   He can't do it.

   He wants to.

   But he just can't do it.

   Triumph and progress feeds people with some sort of frenzy, an injection of adrenaline putting them on top of the world, wanting to shout to look at them! They can accomplish ANYTHING!

   But he isn't a person. It makes sense that the little energy he had after completing his mission has oozed out of him from the gaping wound.

   An injury won't kill him- simply slow him down. His dad and mentor said that he has all the time in the world to do what he needs and wants to do, figure out when the emptiness ends.

   Today, it doesn't. It presses him against the cold surface, and he's happy to allow his heavy body to surrender, letting his warmth disperse over it.

   He can stay like this for a bit. He did what he had to do, and now it's time for him to give in to exhaustion. Just for a little bit of time, just for a small nap.

   With the part of his forehead that can still feel, Kaeya curls against the side of cold marble, and lets his eyelid fall shut over the mocking of shadows dancing just out of his reach.

   Maybe the emptiness never goes away. But I can rest for a bit... just for a little bit... and then I'll be good to go.

   Just for a little bit...

[nayruwu]

heartbeat :)

everyone shut the fuck up. they're resting.

@gureshin-week-2023

[cream-and-tea]

the thing about judge/calliope is that they really did have a fairly normal budding relationship (<- or as normal a budding relationship as a girl living out the evil version of every portal fantasy story and a preteen monsterthing could have) until everything went Wrong (<- surprise werewolf transformation and maiming) after which judge basically immediately forgave calliope on the grounds that ‘it wasn’t really her doing that’ (<- the maiming) and went “hey can we please still date?” and calliope categorically could notttt handle this so he went “no sorry no dating only guilt driven homoerotic devotion and laying myself at your feet like a dog allowed now” and judge went “sooooo can we still make out?” and calliope said “babygirl at this point i would literally let you waterboard me do whatever you want i will kill anyone who so much as implies they’d hurt you” and judge went “umm okay i guess i can work with– hey wait what was that last part?” and calliope went “nothing 🥰” with their teeth already fully clamped in the throat of some guy who looked at judge funny

[rachymarie]

We need laws in NZ protecting us from getting those pesky marketing emails we didn't consent to: marketing list, cart reminder, whatever other bullshit they can think of. It's not "converting the sale", it's just turning me into the Incredibly Angry Hulk lol.

And often there is no way to unsubscribe. Grr.

Might do that thing that was suggested in a YouTube video once and make a rule to send all emails that say unsubscribe to a separate folder to be dealt with when spoons.

I even got this super creepy one from a site saying they saw I was browsing and am I still interested in X + Y item - i got the major ick + basically vowed never to buy from them again lol. Plus they cost too much for quality control worse than dropshippers/AliExpress etc.

[retroaria]

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summary: adorable things the blue lock boys do that turn your brain to mush

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy 😮‍💨 - aria

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ᰔᩚ Isagi Yoichi

• He chews on the inner corner of his mouth whenever something makes him blush too much and it gives him this adorable pouty face. He furrows his brows and averts his eyes away as his pale skin turns a fluttery shade of pink. If you giggle at him it’ll only make it worse lol.

• When he kisses you he makes sure to bump his nose against yours before pulling away. Just a little boop. It’s so cute. Definitely does Eskimo kisses with you all the time.

• He subconsciously reacts to your facial expressions with the same expressions. If you make a worried face, he’ll do the same. If you make a surprised face he’ll do the same. It isn’t in a mocking manner, he just gets so focused on you that he instinctually mimics you.

ᰔᩚ Bachira Meguru

• Bachira is always trying to play footsies with you. Whether you’re sitting side by side or across from each other he’s nudging your feet and pressing soft kicks to your legs under tables where no one can see. It’s a good way for him to release pent up energy and he likes that it’s a little thing just for the two of you.

• he presses soft kisses to your eyelids to wake you up in the mornings. He’ll go back and forth until he feels your lashes flutter against his lips, then he makes his way down to your nose and your lips and your cheeks.

• love bites!! Bachira is always taking a little nibble of you. Your shoulders, neck, ears, cheeks, hands, arms, nose. He doesn’t bite hard enough to hurt, but sometimes it’ll leave marks which he loves seeing in the aftermath.

ᰔᩚ Itoshi Rin

• Rin will casually just rest his hand on the top of your head, russle your hair, give you a good noogie. Simply because he can.

• Sometimes when you guys hold hands he’ll stuff both your guys’ hands in his coat pocket or your coat pocket. Preferably his so he can just drag you around and be sure that you’re by his side as close as possible lol.

• Make out sessions with Rin never end in parting lips. He has to make sure he gives you at least one or two more small pecks before you both fully pull away, he does this instinctually and wouldn’t ever try to fight it. He does this when kissing you goodbye as well, he just can’t fight the urge to get a few more kisses in before you leave. And then brushes it off like it wasn’t the cutest most needy thing ever.

ᰔᩚ Itoshi Sae

• Sae is always playing with your fingers, your hair, your sleeves, the hem of your shirt, any part of you that he can mindlessly fiddle with while the two of you sit through conferences and interviews that he doesn’t really care about.

• If he starts doing something with you, he won’t ever finish it without you. If he started reading a book while he was cuddling with you, he can’t read it again until the next time he’s cuddling with you. If you guys started a show/movie together he can’t finish it until you’re there too

• He does cat blinky eyes at you all the time. He uses it as a form of nonverbal acknowledgement when you guys are surrounded by a lot of people or in the mornings when you’re both too sleep ridden to speak. He sends two slow blinks your way and it feels like the sweetest thing ever

ᰔᩚ Nagi Seishiro

• Nagi has a habit of staring at you sometimes. Whenever he gets bored of mindlessly looking around, he’ll avert his gaze to you and he’s endlessly entertained. He does it with soft eyes and a gentle pout on his face, tracing your body up and down, watching your features with every reaction you make. He’s hoping that if he stares at you long enough the rest of the world will disappear and you’ll be coaxed into his arms.

• When he really wants something and he’s trying to give you puppy dog eyes as a form of persuasion he’ll push his hair back and out of his face so you can really see him pleading. Honestly it works every time bc his face is just too handsome and adorable to deny.

• He stoops himself down to your height sometimes in a sly, mocking way. He bends his knees when he does it so he looks really silly and he gives you a jokingly shocked look, “So this is what the world looks like from down here…wow.” He has plenty of other ways that he’ll tease you or try to shock you with his height but this is his favorite. (Sorry if you happen to be over 6’2 lol)

ᰔᩚ Mikage Reo

• Reo never had a spending problem until he met you. He was raised to be smart with money, especially since he’s got a LOT of it. But now he finds himself buying the stupidest most useless things just because it reminds him of you. Will literally buy weird knickknacks and chachkis from random street vendors and sketchy online stores just because something was the same color as your eyes or he thought you would think it was cute.

• He probably hides this from you but he keeps a little box of mementos from your dates, trips, just anything to do with you. He keeps game, plane, and movie tickets, polaroid photos of you, bookmarks from books you gave him, jewelry you left at his house that’s long forgotten, little slips of paper you’ve doodled on, receipts from your favorite restaurants. He cherishes all of it it’s so cute.

• Whenever you guys are home and you aren’t giving him enough attention he comes up to you and pinches your cheeks. He’ll even smoosh your cheeks around your face until you finally get annoyed enough that your eyes are on him, then he scoops you up and takes you to lay with him with a smile on his face like he wasn’t being an annoying brat two seconds ago

ᰔᩚ Rensuke Kunigami

• Kunigami is signed up to a flower service that delivers flowers to your house every week. The bouquets change with the seasons, and there’s a short and sweet note attached to them. Usually just “I love you!” or “thinking of you ❤️”. If he’s off in another country for games and such he makes the notes a bit longer, “by the time you get this it’ll be night where I am, wish you were in my arms darling.” or the occasional silly one “you’re not sick of these are you? If so, oh well! Hope you don’t miss me too much love :)”

• When he knows you’re coming home from a stressful or tiring day he turns the air on in your house to make it really cold so that he can welcome you at the door with arms open and a blanket draped around him, urging you to climb in and never return. Don’t worry about your clothes or makeup bc he’s already getting you changed and wiping your face like you’re his newborn baby. When you finally pass out within 20 minutes of being in the little cocoon he’s made for you, he smiles softly at his success and falls asleep with you.

• Refers to you guys as being married VERY often. Loves watching you get flustered over it. He does it even when you aren’t around though. Gets side eyes from his teammates when he does it in interviews, smirking to himself and wishing he could see your rosey red cheeks as you watch him say it on the TV back at home.

HONORABLE MENTIONS

(Ngl these are kinda just silly and for fun)

ᰔᩚ Michael Kaiser

• When Kaiser goes to take your hand in his sometimes he does a little bow, throwing his arm over his stomach as he bows his head in front of you, his other hand reaching out for you to grab. And of course he has to plant a kiss to your knuckles before continuing your walk with a smirk on his face, “Why thank you for the honor, m’lady.”

ᰔᩚ Oliver Aiku

(Silly Oliver is my Roman Empire)

• When he’s absolutely positive that it’s just the two of you and there’s absolutely no one around, he will talk to you in the cutest silliest baby voice. “Baby, can we take a bath togeder pwease?” Need you to rwub my poor muscles, owchie they hurwt so bad :(“ it’s become a joke between you two but when you laugh him off he sticks to the bit, “why are you waughing at meeee? you so mean. Pwetty pwease?”

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[snowsinterlude]

need someone older.

(teacher!coriolanus × student!reader.)

summary: a teacher can do a lot in private lessons.

c.w: reader is 19 for repeating a year, age gap (coryo's 29), fingering, tummy bulge, heavy smut, edging (f. recieving), overstimulation, stuffed panties, mild public sex, petnames (coryo calls reader bunny, pet, good girl.), reader thinks coryo is married so . cheating implications, marriage proposal

being a dumb girl was something you tried your best to do ever since you repeated the first year of high school, watching all your friends graduating before you was something you weren't proud about- not for them, but for you. you were supposed to be by their side.

thankfully, you had your professor, coriolanus snow. god. he was the only reason for you to pay attention to class (or at least try to), you were hungry for his approval. for you to be called a "good girl", and be said that you've done well in your tests? yeah, you were willing to do anything for that.

when he offered you private classes, you said yeah without even thinking much. you needed to learn, and spending more time with him was something you craved for. the ring on his finger? fuck it. you wanted it. you deserved it. more than his wife – if he had one.

you've been day dreaming about it constantly, eyes always searching for his on every class you had with him, and he would keep that smile painted on his face, not wanting anyone to think you were the reason for him to be smiling, even if you were, the didn't need to know about it.

"bunny," he voiced, leaning on your desk and taking advantage of the fact that you both were on the library, every student on the school had gone home and the teachers had gathered to go to a nearby bar. "stop looking at my dick now, will we?" he said, chuckling at you.

"huh?" you asked, finally waking to your reality.

"you need to learn that if you don't want to repeat a grade again." he said, sitting by your side, his hand holding your thigh. "you don't want to repeat now, do you?" you shaked your head negatively, and he loved seeing you like that, shy as a kitten even if you usually had his dick on your mouth when that used to happen. "c'mon, don't look at me like that. we have to put these things on your brain if you want to graduate already." he said.

his fingers slowly travelled all the way up on your panties, finding a small damp on the fabric, he looked at you with his usual smirk, his pupils blown already from everything he was about to do to you.

and now you looked like a mess. hands gripping on the library desk as your legs trembled with the aftermath of every time you almost came. you counted six till now, crying from how good it felt having him behind you, his fingers thrusting lewdly into your cunt.

"c-coryo- t-teacher, please. please stop it, i have to cum- i can't hold it in anymore!" you begged, clenching as his fingers rubbed deliciously on your clit after thrusting so many times inside you.

"well, it's not my fault, pet. you're the one getting your questions wrong." he said, pulling his dick to tease the core of your pussy, your cries only making him feel and making his ego bigger. "tell me, baby, how do you want it?"

"q-quick, pleease! if it get slower i-i think i'll die!" you said, legs spread as your skirt revealed a small part of your ass.

"oh, c'mon, i'm sure you can take it, baby" he purred in your ear, the tip of his cock teasing your pussy and slapping your clit slightly, making your body jolt slightly. you bend over, your elbows being now your main support at that table.

"please, teacher..!" you begged. but he didn’t even bat an eye to your cries, slowly sliding his dick inside you, and fuck, you both fucked on wednesday, how come he always seems to stretch you up so good? the pace he choose to torture you with was so slow, making sure you felt every inch of his dick inside you, stretching you, making you his. "please, don't do that to me. j-just ask something easier!" you cried.

"easier? okay... let's see" his hips bucked slowly into yours, your pussy gushing around him as if your own body needed that- as if he was the hair you breathed for. "what's your age, babe?" he asked, a playful tone being cast as his free hand massaged your boob, pinching on your nipple and freeing both your boobs from it's cage.

"n-nineteen." you said, and he laughed again as he said: "good girl, you're right.", his hips giving you a powerful thrust that made you cum with only that, making you cry from your own humiliation.

"ah, bunny, don't tell me you came already only with that." he said, joking with your face as you cried.

"i'm sorry- too good. i-it was too deep." he laughed, pulling back and thrusting deeper again, this time, you made sure not to cum again, edging yourself as he changed your position to put your leg over his broad shoulder, his dick making a bulge appear at your tummy. he loved that view- much more than he loved you.

"look at you, taking me so well. how does it feel, baby? use one of the words we learned at the literature class," he grunted your tightness coating his dick with your own juices, "use them, even if it's just two, and i'll let you cum."

"tortuous," you begin, crying from how good it felt, from how dumb you were getting. "spiralling, it's twirling my insides!" you cried. and he smilled, kissing and licking your tears before placing the most gentle kiss on your lips, pouding faster into you as you closed your eyes shut, moaning and grunting from all the pleasure- and yet you tried your best to avoid moaning only to hear his moans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

"good girl." he said, his hands holding your hips as he fucked you. it felt truly out of your world experience. his phone ringed just at the right moment he hit your cervix. "t-teacher, your phone- it can be your wife." you said, earning a frown from him as he turned the phone off.

"wife? baby, i'm single." he said, chuckling at you. "you've been walking around school with my cum stuffed in your panties even thought you thought i was married?" he pounded into you with a more quicken pace. "god, what a dirty girl you are. fucking around with married teachers." he teased you.

you felt a heat on your cheeks that you never felt before. god, how much would you end up humiliating yourself? "b-but, fuck! y-your ring-"

he showed you the ring. taking it off his finger with his mouth and sticking his tongue to you, an invitation for you to take the ring.

"keep it." he said once you took the ring

"but- s-sir, i-"

"mm, bunny, i'm a faithful man." he said. "and right now, i'm faithful to you." he said. you squirmed deliciously at the feeling of his cock filling you up again, his tip on your cervix as you came again, and soon enough, he came too.

he helped you get dressed into your panties again and straightned your clothes, a cast kiss on your lips before he smiled sweetly at you, putting the ring on your middle finger.

"i hope you know what that means."

"i-i do." you said, for both questions heavily implied in that context.

"great. then make sure to graduate, bunny." he smiled. "i'm sure the honeymoon will be great."

[gghostwriter]

How Three Became One

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Part 1 || Part 3 Summary: In the aftermath of your failed make-up anniversary dinner, the third person in the relationship reaches out to you Trope: Angst w.c: 1.6k a/n: There is JJ slander in this (doing it for the plot and to hurt you all, like how I hurt myself in writing this.) I’m mostly writing follow ups now of my one shots and this is part of a part three series, i swear once i get all these follow ups done I’m going to hibernate for a bit to focus on my crime series. Not proofread. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 💗 masterlist

The somber air inside the coffee shop threatens to stifle your already critical heart. Its’ clear window clouded from the cold. Dull shades of gray creeping from every corner of the room, draining life as it went, no matter the strain of each lighted lamp on the tables.

Your fingers pulled the sleeves lower, wanting to cover any sliver of skin, trying to fight off the chill, as if it doesn’t come from within. Why did you agree to this, you wondered for the nth time, what good would confronting your nemesis, the root of the problem—Spencer’s Achilles heel, bring?

Comfort? 

Not at all.

The truth? 

Maybe.

Closure?

Closure from what exactly?

The failed relationship still stuck in limbo, dreadfully waiting for its free fall or flight from the precipice it’s balancing on?

Spencer had given you space, an act you weren’t sure to be grateful for. Yes, it spoke about his gentleman sensibilities and respect to not hound you to talk but on the other hand, his presence in reminding you how much he cared was sorely missed. Couldn’t he have at least left you one voicemail, voice pleading and coated with sadness, to repeat over and over again? Or a singular flower tucked to your doorstep, wilting slowly each day for your eyes to lay on?

You wanted nothing but you wanted something.

It was a conundrum.

Late into the night, when the phone rang and when your steps hastened against the wooden floor, you almost wished it was him. Eyes unfocused, the name unregistered, you surely wished it was him, instead of Her. 

Her voice, blended with a slight static, was hesitant and soft as if she had encountered a wounded animal in need of her saving, tore through the paper-thin shield you’ve built around your bleeding, bruised heart. 

You wanted to lash out, to be quiet, and to agree to anything she asked for—anything to end the call immediately, but when she suggested to meet in this quaint hidden coffee shop, describing it’s freshly brewed coffee and tasteful pastries, a sob rose and lodged itself in your throat.

It was your spot.

A secret place in your neighborhood you discovered and happily shared with Spencer.

This once vibrant store, the backdrop of so many rose-tinted memories, turned ordinary—tainted with the truth that it was no longer just yours and his. It was also Hers. 

“Hi,” JJ softly greeted, occupying the seat in front of you. “Thank you for seeing me.”

Clearing your throat, the shred of what little courage you mustered leaving your body. “Yeah, uh, hi.”

Her blue eyes documented the lemon ginger tea in front of you, cooled and untouched. “I haven’t seen you in a while, how are you?”

“Fine, been doing good,” the darkness under your dull eyes painted a different picture, something that registered as her feminine shoulders drooped.

Lips pressed tightly together, she shifted in her leather worn bench, allowing the silence to further the divide between you both—the two female protagonists featured in Spencer Reid’s story.

“You don’t have to lie—”

“Right. A profiler, as if I could ever forget.”

“—Spence also isn’t doing well—”

You flinched, the sound of his name uttered out loud feeling like a thousand pounds dropping on your chest.

“—and just know that I’m here for the both of you, to clear up any misunderstandings. Let me help, ask me anything.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s why we’re here after all.”

Your eyes examined how her golden hair fell perfectly around her, creating a halo of perfection you have never felt once before. You were always the kid who worked hard to seem put together—a stack of paper stick achievements built to hide how ordinary you turned out to be. A woman made of dismantled almosts. 

“Can you tell me—” clearing your throat “—about you and him. Anything, as team members, friends, your first date—just anything I need to know. He’d always quickly summarize the context of you as his best friend, defender, confidant. Never letting anything beyond that.”

She nodded with a slight smile on her lips. “He’s always been a little brother. I, like everyone else in the team, wanted to protect and guide him. Joining the BAU at such a young age and enduring hardships that come with it—the kidnapping, the Dilaudid, his parent’s involvement in a cold case, losing Maeve, and prison—is too much for anybody to bear all on their own. We’ve always been close, being exposed to the darkness that comes with our job will do that for you but I’ve never seen him like that with you. He was so light and happy, almost as if the younger version of Spence came back to life—” she laughed before the brightness wiped away from her face. “—and now, like this with you, he looks afraid, like he might lose it all, lose you. I’ve seen him sad when we weren’t able to save Maeve but this time, this sadness that comes from the thought of you leaving, seems too deep to come out from. I’m afraid that he won’t make it and for that, I feel responsible.” 

The deep red nail polish on your fingers were leaving chipped specks all over the white table, like blood on a pure white snow. The cage around your devotion and love threatens to topple down, releasing you from indecision. It seemed unfair to persecute a man of Spencer’s caliber for his past and for your fear of never being enough. 

A shadow of a smile peeked from behind your curtain of self-preservation. Maybe all could be salvaged with a deep talk between one another and a schedule to a therapist—solo and couple. You loved him strongly enough to tackle those doubts and reverently wish to see the relationship through, forever if time allowed it to.

But the small voice in the back of your head echoed above the chimes of change and courage, it’s deep tone trying to pull you back to stagnancy and reality. What did she mean by that? Why would she feel that way?

“Responsible?” you whispered, heart beating loudly against your chest. Its’ sound parroting on your ear. “Why would you feel responsible?” 

“During the last case, being held at gun point—” the bewilderment in your eyes causing her to gasp. “—he never told you, did he?” 

The anticipation, anger, and dread enveloped you, as if you were about to combust at the drop off a hat. If you looked down to any piece of you, you’d think you were doused with gasoline and a small flicker of fire started at the tips of your shoes. “Tell me what? JJ, tell me what?”

She took a deep breath, trying to delay the inevitable truth. “During that time, the unsub wanted us to admit, confess a secret no one knew and wanted nobody to know and I—”

You raised your hands, trembling from realization, to unsuccessfully block the truth from spilling into the world. You didn’t want to hear it—needed to never hear it. “Stop. Please, stop.” 

Droplets of sadness mixed with the specs of chipped nail polish on the table, your tears creating tracks on your ashen cheeks. This was enough to break you—the shaky mirage of your strong self was nowhere to be found as sobs freely escaped from the depths of your ribs. 

You came here, filled with indecision which turned into hope before rapidly decaying to death.

The final nail in the coffin.

“You’re married, JJ. You have kids, how could—” you pressed your fingers tightly to your lips, nails digging into the soft flesh. “—I guess I always knew, huh. I may not be a profiler but my woman intuition has never steered me wrong. Not even once.”

She hung her head, the locks of halo you once considered pure and perfect shrouded around her like a thick veil of shame.

“So what now? What about Will and I? Does he even know?”

Her watery blue eyes, pleading with yours. “No, nothing changes. I love Will and my kids and it’s just a secret I want to take to my grave.”

A vicious hollow laugh bled out of you. “Are you even inlove with him? Your husband?” 

The lack of response was very telling. Her love for her chosen partner was shallow compared to the other. You briefly wondered if there was no kids in the picture, would she have even stayed? 

The thought was dashed repeatedly in your head. It wasn’t your problem to speculate. Mind made up, you refuse to be part of this convoluted love story any longer.

“That’s cruel of you. I wouldn’t even wish that on my worst enemy,” you slowly gathered your things and any strength that could take you home. The only place you’d allow yourself to unravel. “I think, I should go.”

“But—”

You mustered a small smile. “Thank you for being honest, JJ. I wish you the best with all of this. Tell Spencer, I’m sorry and please take care of him for me, will you?”

Quickly turning away from the mess that shredded your love life into bits no longer salvageable, the dull shades of gray once crawling from every corner of the store followed your trail. 

Another dismantled almost to add to your ever growing collection.

The colorful world you and Spencer built with the thought of forever turned to ash. 

Burnt from the truth.

The remains charred to multitudes of gray that signified the end. 

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Heya can I get a Housewarden reacting to a male! reader that hides whatever injury he got form them when they overbloted but shrugged it off once they found out " hey worth it!"

Boys React to Injured Reader

Overblot Boys x Reader

A/N: I know the ask said male!reader but nothing really shows it to lean male or female aside from two uses of male pronouns.

Riddle

You got some pretty bad gashes on your arms from rose bushes being thrown at you going mach 4. They are decently heavy and though they didn't look it, had some pretty nasty thorns on them.

After Riddle's overblot, you had your arms wrapped up for a good few weeks afterwards from how deep they were. He wouldn't notice them since the uniform is long sleeved. But if you modify your uniform to be shorter, they'd be easier to notice.

Once he does notice them, he asks what you, Ace, Deuce, and Grim got into that left you so injured. Then he feels AWFUL when you tell him the gashes were from his overblot.

He's babbling out apologies, insisting that he takes you to an actual doctor to get properly healed and checked for infections. You live in an abandoned building and you have open wounds for the sake of the Seven.

Gets so quiet when you manage to tell him you don't mind the gashes. Yeah, they're annoying, doing anything has become a chore because of them. But, they're like a trophy for helping save him.

Becomes so aware of your arms now, manages to get some advanced medical potions to decrease chances of scarring. Also, would you...maybe join him in the garden? For tea? Alone?

Leona

All of that sand whipping around was not good for anyone, and it definitely wasn't good for you. It managed to burst a blood vessel in your eyes, which isn't so bad. What was bad was that your cornea was scratched.

It was pretty easy to notice you were hurt in the aftermath, with everyone being in the infirmary when you woke up. Leona asked what the eyepatch was for, seeing how you've never worn one before.

The sigh he does once you explain that it was from sand whipping around during his overblot. Wants to see the damage even when you tell him it was really minor and set to be healed within the week.

Everyone kinda freaks out seeing your eye. It's very much still a mess even after the first dose of treatments to make sure you don't get an infection. But even with it being such a mess, you're all smiles because it doesn't mean anything to you. Leona is safe and sound and that's all that matters to you in the end.

Plus, if you did go blind or something, wouldn't it be kind of cool? You and Leona can have matching eye injuries!

Leona doesn't think that's funny and tells you as much. But for the next week, he's suddenly always around when you need to put your drops in. He'll do it for you since he claims you're squeamish and doing it wrong.

Azul

Azul is very strong in his mer form, he also has a lot of arms for grabbing people he was planning on maiming. He only had a grasp on you for a few moments, but it was enough focused pressure to crack a rib.

You only took notice once you went back to the Coral Sea Museum. The change in pressure makes your ribs ache even more than they were before. Azul took notice and tried to find the cause of your pain. But in the end he and the group made way to an underwater clinic to get you professionally checked.

The guilt he feels hearing your rib was cracked is enough to make him want to go back into his pot. Once back on land, you go straight to the infirmary until further notice.

He won't come visit for a while, sending the twins in his place to deliver you food from the lounge and to help with your breathing exercises. They're the ones who tease him about how you want to see him, to check up on him.

Jade all coy saying 'He was quite concerned about your well-being.' Floyd chimed in 'Lil Shrimpy says his messed up ribs are a good trade if it means you're ok~.'

Azul starts to show up instead of the twins at the tail end of your healing period. He's made you a study guide and gifted you his past notes to help you catch up on the classes you've missed. He also doesn't want to this to be...something that he owes you for. So maybe, once you're all healed, you can come to the lounge office to have a private meal with him. On the house.

Jamil

Your arm had a hairline fracture once you landed in the sand. Nothing too bad, adrenaline was pumping and you barely even felt it. After Jamil's overblot, it felt more sore than anything so you ignored it again.

But when Ace and Deuce show up, Deuce gives you a too strong of a high-five and suddenly, your arm is completely snapped. The party screeched to a halt while Jamil and Kalim quickly check you over.

Jamil is confused on how your arm is broken. Everyone else is completely fine and he doubts Deuce is that strong to break your bone through a high-five. Then Azul points out that you possibly landed on it wrong in the fall from...being flung across an entire desert.

Congrats, you are now an honorary Scarabia member! Because neither Kalim nor Jamil are letting you just go back to Ramshackle with a broken arm. Jamil's running himself even more ragged tending to the Kalim, the dorm, and now you.

You stop him, reminding him you broke an arm, not a leg. If he thinks this is a debt thing, you're not mad, or expecting him to pay you back for being the reason you broke your arm. You're just happy he's ok.

Jamil stops appearing around you for a while, well after your arm is healed. But you keep getting Tupperwares of dinner from Kalim. He states 'Jamil made too much'. Which we all know is a big fat lie.

Vil

(Gonna just pretend Idia doesn't kidnap them like a day later)

Magical smug had to have some type of ill effect other than the poisoning, and it did. The others were able to deal with the after-effects of Vil's overblot via magic immune systems, you are not so lucky.

What started off as a simple cough slowly progressed into hacking and shortness of breath. You had avoided Vil because you just thought it was a simple illness, and the last thing the starlet needed was getting ill. Only for him to be the one to find you on your knees, coughing and struggling to breathe.

Carried you to the infirmary where you're diagnosed with a form of magic-based pneumonia. Blot-based mucus was wreaking havoc in your lungs and it was only going to get worse without proper treatment.

Vil stayed by your side until you fell asleep that first night, then you didn't see him for a week. There'd be little gifts on your nightstand from him; throat-soothing candies, sinfully soft luxury brand tissues. So he was visiting but only when you were asleep.

You see him again when it's the middle of the night and he wakes you up to take a potion he's spent the past week crafting with Crewel's help. He hasn't been sleeping and it's noticeable. Scolds you when you state you're worried about him. Barely lets you semi-confess and is instead force-feeding you the potion. You can declare your admiration once you're well.

Idia

It shouldn't have happened the way it did. Appendicitis normally takes longer than what it took for you to be curled over in pain. Luckily, you were a top-grade science facility surrounded by geniuses. They put you in a full body scanner and quickly saw you had an infection in your stomach.

Even with everything that just happened, you were prepped for surgery in a matter of minutes. They barely got the confirmation from you that the little organ wasn't a necessary part of your digestion system. So it was coming out before it got any worse.

After the surgery, you're able to tell the doctors that an appendix can become infected and burst, but you were completely fine beforehand, so you're not entirely sure what happened. It was revealed your appendix was already infected before you entered STYX and the mild exposure to the Gates sped it up to the point it was ready to burst.

Idia is about to cringe so hard that he travels dimensions. He wants to fling himself off the edge into the Gates like Vil did. This is his fault because he can't just go to fucking therapy like a normie. No, he had to try to do global genocide.

You calm him down, stating it's not as bad as he's making it out to be. And if anything it kind of helped? your ailment was still bound to happen and instead of it happening on campus with no one really able to help, it happened at a cutting-edge science facility. Plus, he's still there with you, that's what's important.

So Mama Shroud has already added you to the family registry, you get a monthly allowance of 10k, and added to the Shuroud family weekly video calls to check up. Idia can still barely look you in the eyes because what do you MEAN being together is what's important? what kind of fucking friends to lovers ass dialogue choice was that? That was so cringe, you should be embarrassed. He says as he fumbles his words now every time he sees you.

Malleus

All you knew was that something was wrong. Dealing with all of the other's dream shenanigans, you could feel in the back of your mind, your body was trying to alert you to something. You only realize when everything is over and everyone is waking up

You are barely able to open your eyes, your head is pounding and it feels like you have water in your ears. Everyone is concerned, Lilia manages to get them all away so he can look you over himself. Checking behind your head only to feel blood and that your ears are leaking a clear type of fluid. When Malleus put everyone to sleep, you fell and literally bounced your head off of the stone floor of Diasomnia.

He was already embarrassed and ashamed of himself, one for overblotting and now for hurting his dear friend. He pays for you to be taken to a hospital and tended to properly. Visits every day while you sleep and just watches you. Leaves you blessed fruits for a speedy recovery.

Is so relieved once you're on the better side of healed, you look much less corpse-ish and have more pep in your voice again. Apologizes, offers a life debt, swears if you wish it he'll never show his face around you again. His actions nearly got you killed and the longer his overblot lasted the more likely it would have been too late no matter what happened.

Actually starts crying when you tell him the injury doesn't matter to you. That fact your 'dear friend' Tsunotaro is ok is all you need to feel well and at peace. Now there's a dragon in the bed with you, no the doctors can not get him to move. They can work around him.

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝒉.aechan ⎯ you and your boyfriend are spending the holidays at his parents house and had agreed to not crossing the line. but guess who has no self-control?

𝒄. bf!haechan x fem!reader, smut, rough(ish) sex, unprotected sex, haechan is super hot omg, creampie 𓏺 𝒘𝒄. 557

★ i just had a dream like that with jisung, but i haven't posted something for haechan in a while... ⎯ bookshelf

your muffled moans blended with the sound of water cascading from the shower, haechan’s large hand firmly over your mouth. your fingers dug into the bathroom sink as his hips snapped against yours in an unrelenting rhythm, leaving you breathless and teetering on the edge.

it wasn’t supposed to go this far. you had promised yourself you wouldn’t cross the line—not here, not at his parents’ house during the holidays. and for a moment, he agreed too. but haechan? self-control was never his strong suit.

haechan’s hand slid up your spine, the warmth of his touch lingering until it reached your nape. his fingers gripped firmly, pressing you against the cool surface of the sink. he leaned over you, his lips tracing a trail of heated kisses down your back before pausing at your ear. a teasing bite on your lobe sent shivers through you, and with a firm tug on your hair, he pulled you flush against his chest, the closeness igniting every nerve.

taking in your reflection, you were a beautiful mess—hair disheveled, eyes flushed red, and shoulders adorned with the unmistakable imprint of donghyuck’s teeth, a masterpiece of his desire. you were glowing, radiant under the haze of it all.

his hand left your mouth, only to pull you into a kiss—raw, messy, and full of him. teeth clashed, tongues tangled, and warm trails of saliva marked your lips.

“a-ah, hyuck… so good…” you murmured against his lips, shivering as his deliberate, slow thrusts found that spot inside you that unraveled you completely.

“yeah?” he murmured against your jaw, his grip on your hips tightening possessively. “of course it’s good. i know how to take care of my woman—fuck her so well her pretty eyes roll back for me. i’m the one who keeps her full, satisfied all night, moaning my name like that. is my cock that good, baby?” his voice dropped, rough and teasing as each word sent shivers down your spine.

“hyeok…” you whimpered, your voice louder than intended, forcing you to muffle your own cries with trembling hands.

“yeah?” He chuckled darkly, his lips tracing kisses along your neck. “what does my baby need, hmm?”

“please... i need to—fuck—i need to cum…” his lips curl into a smug grin as a low, throaty moan escapes him.

“such a good girl…” he murmurs, voice dripping with praise.

his hand finds its way over your mouth again as his pace quickens. haechan thrusts into you with raw, unrelenting energy, the force leaving your hips tender under his grip. you already know the aftermath—bruised hips, trembling legs, and a body pushed to its limit.

it doesn’t take long before you surrender entirely, your body melting into his rhythm like the good girl you are. teeth graze his fingers as your vision blurs, overwhelmed by the intensity. the orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, stealing your breath and leaving you shuddering in its wake.

but he doesn’t stop.

he keeps going, his movements deliberate and merciless, coaxing every last tremor from your overstimulated body. only when he finally spills into you, filling you completely, does he let out a satisfied groan, his grip loosening as you both collapse into the haze of shared satisfaction.

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