#CANCEL LAVENDER
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A comeback callout post on Lavender. (also known as @lavendergalactic.)
(this is A JOKE & NOT SERIOUS. happy april fools. and no i totally didnt steal their star divider for this...)
1. DATING A MINOR AS AN ADULT.
i am 17, born in 2006. yet... this scum of the earth... is born in 2006 and is 18.... they CLEARLY manipulated space and time to be in the same year as me, to manipulate me, a minor as well...
HERE IS CLEAR PROOF OF THEM ADMITTING TO THEIR HEINOUS CRIMES...
2. they are RCTA.
they have ALTERS THAT APPEAR AS A DIFFERENT RACE IN THEIR HEADSPACE. they even have BROWN ALTERS.... this is disrespectful to my culture. HOW DARE THEY.
they have been rcta since CHILDHOOD, since they've had ALTERS THAT APPEAR AS A DIFFERENT RACE SINCE THEY WERE YOUNG! how vile.
their NILOU ALTER IS ALSO USING THE NAME "LIRYO." they are SCUMMY for ERASING THE CULTURE THAT NILOU THE CHARACTER ALREADY HAD! obviously alters are their source.. they should have kept the rep that nilou the character had... NOT ERASE IT BY GIVING HER ANOTHER NAME!
3. have stolen my WORK.
they took "inspiration" for their toko graphics from my haruka graphics..... WHAT VILLIAINY IS THIS!??!
they took my idea for a glitch effect. CRINGE :/. how dare they do this. i trusted them.
4. RELATES TO CULTURE OUTSIDE OF THEIR OWN!?!
we were watching a show.... "one day at a time..." AND! THIS SCUMBAG RELATED TO THE MANNERISMS THAT THE FAMILY DOES IN THE SHOW!!!!
they are FILIPINO not SPANISH.
this is outrageous. how dare they relate to something that ISNT EVEN FOR THEM!??!
(i also related to the show lol)
5. did i mention that they are DATING A MINOR
THEY ARE FLIRTING WITH ME IN PUBLIC!!!! STOP! IM A MINOR! A HELPLESS 17 YEAR OLD MINOR WHILE THEY'RE 18!! EVEN THOUGH WE'RE BORN IN THE SAME YEAR... ITS NOT RIGHT!
(i am joking)
tags: help out a small creator... spread the word.. that this villain is on the loose...
@yaoitistic @otoripink @mukurosgf
(DONT TAKE ANY OF THIS SERIOUSLY. MY PARTNER WAS IN ON IT TOO AND WE HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR A BIT NOW LMAO... they gave me ideas + etc. all for fun LMAO happy april fools!)
#sun ☀️#talking#GAME OVER LAVENDER#CANCEL LAVENDER#THE JIG IS UP.#(this is not serious.)#happy april fools#april fool's day#april fools 2024
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THEY'RE ALL AWFUL PEOPLE!!!!!!!!
a call out post on @lavendergalactic and @llocket on some of the despicable acts they have committed over the course of the past 3 years...... (ALL JOKES!!!! HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOVE U LAVENDER AND LOCKET)
they have both said some very inappropriate things to me and in front of me that are not funny in the slightest.....
absolutely unforgivable.... how could they say these things to a minor???? a freshman in high school??????????
2. locket crying about lavender whilst I was in call...... smh :/
how could they say this when I was right there??????????? 😒 talk about favoritism .....
3. lavender going to sleep at 8PM .. .. . . you know what that is??? a grandmother's sleep schedule!!!
and as an 18 year old who is.... clearly aging very fast.... you should NOT be talking to minors!!!!!!!!
END OF POST!!!!!! UNFOLLOW THESE WEIRDOS BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!!!!
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Who hates burnouts? Show hands.✋🏻
#layouts#screenshots#collage#ai art exploring#cutouts#ai art cutout#background remove#sticker#hobby#habit#spider man phase#spidey kun#spider man#comic book panels#marvel comics#thought bubbles#ice and snow#lavender flowers#daisies#marigolds#chrysanthemums#sneezing#blizzard#ice block#mega evolution#jynx#pokemon leaks#cancelled creature design#encased#head cold
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💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person
It could be the musical nerd in you that gives that impression.
Jules reblogs positivity memes for attention <3
#i wanted to use a gif from a musical#but the only ones i could find on my harddrive were from galavant#and they just...didn't fit#but it reminded me that you should watch galavant#cancelled too soon#;;out of lavender
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Love me like this (OT8 x reader)



pairing: OT8 x reader omegaverse AU
summary: when you get your first ever heat well into your adulthood, the only thing you want to do is shut everyone else out. fortunately for you, your boyfriends have another idea.
warnings: omegaverse, virgin f! reader, uses she/her, oral f! receiving, oral m! receiving, face fucking, heat cycles, thigh riding, penetrative/unprotected sex, knotting, slight degradation, some mxm, spitting, bulge kink, some size kink, talk of safe words, mean dom! Chan, breeding kink, talk of mating bites, basically a huge orgy
wc: 10500 (jesus christ) notes: this is straight up filth (sorry) but also my first omegaverse fic!! here are there scents: Chan: petrichor/mint; Minho: vanilla/black tea; Changbin: jasmine/patchouli; Hyunjin: rose/vanilla; Jisung: bergamot/pink pepper; Felix: sea salt/sandalwood; Seungmin: lavender/fresh laundry; Jeongin: lime/grass; Y/N: caramel/brown sugar
You hadn’t seen the boys all day. Maybe that’s why they were so concerned when their first impression of you was the door slamming behind you on your way into the house. You didn’t mean to cause such a scene, but you did run here. You keep your head down and the anxious spike in their smells overwhelms you. You know you should explain to them what’s going on but you can’t find it in you, instead running toward your room as you ignore their calls after you. When a sharp pain hits your abdomen you trip a little bit, clutching your stomach. But with your instincts on high alert, you make it to your room before anyone can catch up to you, locking it behind you for safe measure.
“I’m fine,” you call out a bit harshly behind you. “I’m fine. I just want to be left alone.”
You’re more than glad that you decided to put on the strongest scent blockers you own today or they would have immediately known what was going on. Your heart beats out of your chest and you know all you want to do is bundle up and seek safety and comfort, so that is exactly what you do. Once the bottom of your closet is cleared out, you drag your comforter off of your bed and spread it on the floor. You find every blanket and pillow in your room and add it to the pile. When you spot Chan’s hoodie, the one that you begged him for just the other day because it was drenched in his smell, you know you need it the closest to you. You throw it over your body despite how warm you are, grabbing your noise canceling headphones for good measure, and shut your closet door behind you. It would be just a matter of time before they come banging on the door asking what was wrong but you just can’t tell them.
Your heat has started.
And though this relationship with your boyfriends is new, you hadn’t quite crossed the physical barrier with any of them yet. You also haven’t told them yet… that this is your first heat. That’s why it came on so unexpectedly and why, perhaps, you’re so ashamed. Trying hard to ignore the pain shooting through your body and centralizing in your stomach, you shut your eyes tight and focus on your breathing. You just need to sleep. For now, that’s all you need.
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You smell petrichor and mint before you see him. You’re encompassed by the familiar smell of rain that immediately soothes you and you know when you open your eyes that Chan will be there. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and your eyes finally flutter open. You take out your headphones and look at him, not saying anything.
“Hey,” he says softly.
“How’d you get in my room,” you mumble. You know you locked the door behind you so when you see Chan look at you sheepishly, rubbing his neck, you sit up to look at your door. Completely off of its hinges. “Chan,” you groan.
“I know, I know,” he tells you. “I wasn’t trying to go all ‘controlling pack alpha’ on you, but I was really starting to get nervous, you know? You ran in here lookin like you were in pain, you didn’t answer anybody and you closed yourself in your room… I know you wanted to be left alone but it’s been about two hours and you haven’t answered anybody. I was really worried, okay? I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine,” you answer. You understand. You really do.
“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” he asks. His hand strokes your arm and it comforts you. The alpha notices your hesitation and sighs, running his hand through his hair. “Can I… can I scent you? I think it would calm both my alpha and your omega down a little… and you are wearing my hoodie. Do you want that?” You nod and crawl into his open arms, burying your face into his neck. You inhale deeply to get his scent and you notice his fingers lightly brushing over your scent patches.
“Don’t,” you say into his neck. He retracts his hands instantly and you sit in comfortable silence, him rocking your bodies back and forth peacefully in an attempt to soothe you.
“I started my heat,” you tell him finally. You feel him tense a little bit before he gains his composure.
“We thought maybe that’s what happened…” he replied truthfully. You shoot him a suspicious look and you notice his face start to turn red. “We noticed… uh… we could sort of smell your slick.”
“Oh my god that’s so embarrassing,” you groan.
“It’s okay, love, it’s natural,” he answers softly. “Everybody has heats and ruts… you’ve seen your fair share of alphas in pre-rut in this house to know that.”
“Not me,” you admit. “Everybody gets them… except for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve never… gotten my heat before, Chan.” You can tell by his expression that he’s shocked and a little confused.
“But you’re presented…? You’re an omega,” he points out. That much is obvious, you want to tell him.
“I presented without going through a heat. I had… a pseudo-heat, basically. That first time my body produced just enough hormones that I presented but not enough to sustain a heat… and I’ve never had one since. They said my omegan hormones were too low.”
“But you started it today?” he questions. You nod. “It’s understandable… I mean, you live with eight overly-hormonal alphas that are now courting you. It’s probably your body's natural reaction. Is that what’s got you so worked up?” You nodded again. “Why didn’t you tell us, baby?”
“I was embarrassed,” you admit shyly. He grabs your cheeks so that you’re looking right into his eyes.
“What is the worst that could have happened, hmm? Did you think we would tease you? Shame you?” You reluctantly nod your head from where it rests between his hands. “That would never, ever happen.”
“I know,” you tell him. Logically you knew that but you couldn’t help the burning feeling of shame and embarrassment that flooded through your body. “I was… at the store… and some asshole alpha noticed that I started my heat… I didn’t know how he knew. I didn’t even know! But he made some uncomfortable comments and I got so scared… I ran all the way home.”
“You poor thing,” he coos. “Next time if you ever need us or you feel unsafe, you can call me right away. You can call any of us. We’ll always come to you, no questions asked, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Can I scent you now?” he asks. You think about it for a second before nodding. Your body now feels like any threat is gone, maybe from Chan’s alpha pheromones that he’s been pumping out or maybe due to his reassuring words. You let him peel your scent patches off and your scent of caramel and brown sugar floods the room. With the undertones of Chan’s mint smell, the room almost smells overwhelmingly of a bakery. You know your smell is overpowering, sickly sweet and probably too strong but Chan inhales it straight from its source, burying your head in your neck. “Do you want me… or maybe another alpha… to take care of you for your heat?” he asks carefully.
“I was going… I just… I can do it myself,” you tell him. His eyes widen.
“For your first heat? Are you sure? It’s probably going to be a lot.”
“It’s just… I’ve never…”
“You’ve never had sex?” he asks. Your lack of an answer tells him everything that you need to know. “I didn’t know that, but thank you for sharing that, baby. If you want, whoever you might choose would be very careful and go nice and slow. They’d make you comfortable, love. Are you sure you don’t want to try? It’s up to you.”
His words have you already starting to heat up more than before. You attempt to squeeze your thighs together but Chan’s thick legs are in your way. You’d forgotten that you were practically sitting in his lap.
“Do you want that, baby?” he questions, noticing the arousal painted on your face and how your scent starts to sweeten the more you think about it. You nod eagerly. “Who do you want to pick for your first time?”
You think and you think but you just can’t seem to pick one of your alphas over the other. The more you think about it, you’re not sure you can leave any one of them out of the situation… you’ve come to love each and every one of your boyfriends, you were sexually attracted to all of them, and they all make you feel comforted and feel like you’re at home. Your wolf cannot stand to have one and not the others, practically howling in protest. Your stomach twists when you think about how to express this to Chan.
“Need… you all. I want everyone to be there.” His eyes widen slightly. You can tell he’s more than aroused by the thought of it.
“You’re sure?” he asks, scanning your expression one final time.
“Can’t choose. I want all my boyfriends.”
There’s no judgment in his face whatsoever. You know your boyfriends have all had multiple partners for their ruts before so this wouldn’t be anything new… You were the last to be courted, the last to join the relationship, and so you were the only one who hadn’t crossed that barrier with anyone yet. You’re a little nervous but more than excited for the prospect of what’s to come, to finally cross the line with all eight of them. And you can't wait to tell them.
When Chan asks if you want to move your nest into the den you agree. The makeshift nest in your closet just isn't going to cut it anymore. You need something suitable for all eight of your alphas. Chan clears the den before you enter and takes the time to explain to all of the boys what is going on while you work on building your communal nest.
Spreading out your comforter widely across the floor, you start rummaging around the house to find items from everyone. You want the blanket on the couch, the one that smells a little bit like everyone… Chan’s hoodie, of course. Seungmin’s stuffed animals and Felix’s pillow get thrown into the mix. Changbin’s gym clothes, Jisung’s squishmallow, Minho’s dirty sheets… it’s almost perfect, though you almost cry when you find out that Jeongin just recently washed his favorite shirt. You knew it was the one thing that was missing from your nest, and maybe it was the hormones or the pain but that almost seemed like the last straw for you. Jeongin soothes you with his alpha pheromones and promises to heavily re-scent the shirt for you, which will have to do. Once the nest is an amalgamation of every smell swirling together you can’t help but roll around in it. You even find yourself starting to purr.
When Chan opens the door to the den, you find yourself wanting to show your pack alpha the nest that you’re so proud of.
“My nest. My nest, alpha, see?” you ask, grabbing his hand and inviting him into your nest.
“Beautiful nest,” he tells you. You squirm in excitement and smile wide at him. “Did such a good job, omega. Are you ready to invite the other alphas in too?” You nod at him excitedly, your scent sweetening as your alphas enter one by one. With you at the middle of your nest and an alpha on either side of you, two strong pairs of arms engulfing you and three more alphas on each side, you fall asleep with your omega purring in excitement.
“She fell asleep,” you barely hear Felix point out.
“She must be emotionally exhausted. Building her nest probably took a lot out of her. She needs us now.” You smile contentedly, happy to be surrounded by the people you love before the throes of your heat take over.
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You wake up to a delicious feeling between your legs. You let out a whine as you grind against whatever you feel behind you and it’s only the muffled groan you hear that truly stirs you from your sleep-filled haze.
“Minho?” you squeak. Sitting up and looking around you, you realize everybody else is still asleep.
“Mm,” he replies. You feel your face flush in embarrassment and you quickly go to hide your face behind your hands once you realize what you had been doing. He’s quick to grab your hands and put them at your sides, his cat-like eyes boring into your own. “Your heat’s really started, yeah?” You nod pathetically at him, clenching your thighs together to get a little bit of relief. “You can keep riding my thigh if you want to,” he suggests. You squeak when his hands take purchase on your hips, pulling you on top of him. Any protest gets stuck in your throat when his thigh slots in between your legs, placing pressure where you desperately need him most.
You rock your hips back and forth slightly, scanning Minho’s face for any judgment. Instead, you catch a whiff of his scent spiking in arousal, his black tea and vanilla smelling remnant of a coffee shop. You can’t help but bury your face in his neck, inhaling deeply to better consume his smell. Tiny moans are punched out of you as he guides your hips into him, grinding you back and forth on his thigh. You know you have slick pouring out of you but you can’t seem to care when he feels this good.
You can tell he’s restraining himself–he must know this is your first time doing anything, really. You've been fighting the urge to kiss him for too long but the sight of his lips caught between his bunny teeth is too hard to resist. You lurch forward, connecting your lips together despite the way your heart beats erratically. The way you squirm against him and the friction of his muscled thigh against your leg, it just isn’t enough. You need more.
You smell a familiar wave of stormy petrichor and Chan is pulling you off of Minho’s leg before you can protest. He maneuvers your body effortlessly, getting you in the exact position he wants you–lying on your back, knees propped up. His lips trail down your body for a moment, meeting your neck to breathe in your caramel scent. He licks over your scent glands for just a moment as if he were actually ready to devour you, but Minho thankfully quiets your moan with a quick peck to your lips.
Chan trails lower and lower still until he reaches your shorts, pressing long, open-mouthed kisses to your thighs that has your head spinning.
His hand reaches between your shorts, fingering your clothed core. “Can I touch you here?” he asks, examining your expression. You nod apprehensively. “I want to use my mouth on you, pretty girl. If you feel uncomfortable at any time or want me to stop, just let me know, okay?”
“Okay,” you whisper. That’s enough for Chan to slip your shorts and panties down your legs in one fell swoop, his fingertips hot against your skin. You immediately feel the urge to close your legs, especially since you know you’re dripping an obscene amount of slick, but Chan’s strong hands keep them open. The alpha shoots you a gaze that spreads hot throughout your whole body, stern in letting you know not to hide from him. Minho’s hand strokes your face, bringing you back to earth while you relax into his touch.
When Chan’s tongue licks up your slit and attaches itself to your clit, it’s like electricity spreads through your whole body. You moan into Minho’s hand which has quickly attached itself to your mouth, muffling your noises.
“Shhh,” he reminds you. You seem to have forgotten that there are six other alphas sleeping in the den at the moment and you’re grateful for his save. “If you want us to stop, blink your eyes three times,” he murmurs. You nod your head, eyes wide. Chan continues to lap and suck at the bundle of nerves between your legs, his fingers coming to grab the slick that spills out of you. Rather than pushing his fingers into you like you expected him to do he softly circles your entrance, getting you used to the feeling. Between Minho working you up on his thigh earlier and the liquid hot desire that you had been fighting off all day, it doesn’t take much to bring you to the edge.
You can’t help but rock your hips into his face, seeking out more pleasure until his hands hold your hips down effortlessly. “Stay still,” he murmurs. “Take what I give you.” And you do—you take and you take and you take, relishing in every swipe of his tongue and calculated touch. When Minho reaches down to grab your breast over your shirt, thumbing at your nipple, you finally come apart. The two alphas help you through your orgasm, Chan watching you intently from his spot between your legs. He only parts from you with a soft pop once you’re done squirming and your ragged breathing has slowed.
Finally you notice the smell in the room. It would have been easy to miss over your sweetened caramel and brown sugar, but sure enough— jasmine, lavender, rose, bergamot, sea salt, lime. It must be your heightened sense of smell that causes you to easily pick up the scent of the other six alphas, all in various states of rousing from their sleep. As if on instinct, your scent spiking during your release must have awakened them.
When Felix opens his arms you gratefully accept his embrace. He has always smelled like the ocean, comforting and refreshing, but the scent comes out much saltier now. You can tell he’s trying to hide just how affected he is.
“Hi Lix,” you mumble into his chest. He rubs soothing circles on your back. Your emotional connection has always run deep with Felix, even before he asked to court you. His touch and scent has never failed to comfort you, not even now. If he notices your lack of clothes he certainly doesn't comment on them, though you’re not sure if it’s for your sake or his own.
“Was that okay?” Chan, ever the attentive and protective leader feels the need to ask. His alpha is running wild with the need to check in on you, pleasure you, dote on you… “How do you feel?”
“Good,” you answer with a small smile. “Felt good.”
You squirm in Felix’s lap a little. “Then why do you look so embarrassed, baby?” Whelp. You weren’t expecting for him to read you like an open book.
“S not enough,” you mutter. Chan blinks at you for a moment, prompting you to go on. “I feel like I need something more…”
“Awww,” Changbin coos. “Baby, do you need an alpha to pop a knot in you?” You find yourself letting out a small gasp at his words, red hot desire burning through your system. That’s exactly what you need.
You lean towards Changbin and slot your lips together. He certainly wasn’t expecting it but eagerly accepts it and you moan into his mouth, not caring about the seven other alphas in the room currently watching.
“Do you want a knot?” You’re not even sure who asked the question but you nod so enthusiastically that someone behind you snickers.
“Who do you want, baby?” Chan asks you. You only have to ponder for a second before the answer is clear.
“Changbin,” you confess. Maybe it was because he was the first one who suggested it or perhaps his tone, the slight condescending lilt in his voice driving you wild with desire.
Chan hesitates for a moment and you freeze. Did you say something wrong?
“I wouldn’t recommend that for your first time, love,” Hyunjin recommends gently. You furrow your brow and your scent must sour at his words—your omega already set her sights on him and you didn’t want anything to interfere. You whine in response.
“Why?” you pout.
“Changbin is, uh, the thickest one here? Um, it’ll be hard to take him for your first time.” Hyunjin flushes while you process his words. Oh. Oh.
You know that the eight of them have been involved, some moreso than others who had previously established relationships in the group, but such an intimate response from Hyunjin surprises you for some reason. Unfortunately, his words don't quite sway you the way that he had hoped. If anything it makes you squirm even more thinking about the way he would fill you up deliciously.
“Please,” you beg, though you don’t even know what you’re begging for.
“Why don’t you start with Lixie?” Chan suggests. His words hit you hard when you realize you’re still in the alpha’s lap. Felix, your Lixie and his sea salt and sandalwood and gentle touches…
“Felix,” you whisper into his ear. “Can I have you?” His eyes are blown wide due to lust and his scent spikes, telling you all you need to know but you wait for him to answer anyway.
“Of course,” he drawls. His voice has always sent sparks right down to your core but even more so now, you can’t help but instinctively grind into him, causing both of you to let out a low moan at the sensation. Felix pulls down his sweats, the only layer of clothing separating you two, and gently lowers you down to the floor of your nest. You spread your legs open for him and watch as he stares at your glistening core; you have no time to be shy though, not when you’re so desperate that you start to whine. Felix lets out a low laugh before guiding his length between your legs, teasing your entrance with his tip. He pushes into you slowly and waits for you to adjust, your heat fluttering around him and your eyes rolling into the back of your head in bliss.
“Move,” you tell the alpha, and he’s gentle in the way he rocks his hips into yours, slow but deep. Both of your scents swirl around the room overtaken by your arousals and you can’t help but think it smells like salted caramel, and the thought of how perfect your scents compliment one another has you going crazy. “More,” you tell Felix as you wrap your legs around his waist. Your eyes flit to the other alphas in the room who all watch you intently, causing your body to flush more than it already was. Chan’s eyes bore into you and cause you to shudder, but when Felix presses his thumb to your clit and starts to go faster you lose your focus on the other alphas.
He works you up surprisingly fast and he presses his body closer to yours when you start to writhe underneath him. “So good, omega,” he grunts. “Perfect, sweet omega doing so good for their alpha.” You don’t warn him before you cum because you yourself are not expecting it. Felix looks like he’s trying so hard to hold back and work you through your orgasm but there’s only one thing on your mind.
“Knot, alpha,” you beg him. “Knot me, please.” Two more harsh thrusts and Felix spills into you, locking his knot into place as you continue to come undone around him with a loud cry. He brushes your hair out of your face and lowers his body onto yours, rearranging your figures into something more comfortable while you wait for his knot to go down. You sigh content in his arms, already feeling more satisfied than just moments ago.
“You okay?” Felix asks and you hum in approval. You felt more than okay but you didn’t know how to express that.
“Thank you, Lixie,” is what you say. You lay in his arms, trying not to squirm or think about his thick knot buried in your cunt lest you start to get yourself worked up again.
“Jesus,” Jeongin finally says, breaking the silence. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Everyone snickers at the youngest, eager alpha and you can tell he’s not lying, a sizeable bulge in his joggers to prove his point. You try not to salivate.
“C’mere,” you tell the youngest alpha. He looks at you with wide eyes and practically crawls to you, bringing your face into an unexpected, messy kiss. Jeongin has always smelled very citrusy, like lime and grass. His scent reminds you of summer and you fail to restrain from sticking your face right into his neck, licking at his sensitive scent glands.
“Hi, baby,” he coos. He tries to act nonchalant and unaffected by your actions but his breathing tells another story. You palm at the bulge in his pants and he lets out a small gasp, not expecting it. He watches as you desperately try to get his pants down and reveal him. “Whatcha doing?” he asks finally. “Lixie’s cock isn’t enough? It’s still buried inside you, baby.”
You flush at his words, feeling hot all over. As if to punctuate his point, Felix pulses from where he is inside you, causing you to let out a low groan. “Wanna touch you,” you pout.
“Yeah?” he smirks. He wastes no time now in pulling down his joggers, watching as your gaze is transfixed on his cock. It’s endearing, he thinks, that you’re suddenly so obsessed with him and making him feel good. Once revealed your jaw drops at his length; long and skinny but pretty, just like him. You reach your hand up to touch him, to wrap your hand around his girth but he slaps your hand away lightly. He tsks at you, instead pushing his hips forward to rest his cock on your lips, tapping it against them for good measure. “Come on, baby, you can take it,” he urges. With the innate urge to please your alpha you open your mouth and suckle on the tip, tasting his pre-cum coating your mouth. He’s delicious, just as you would have assumed, and you moan around him as he pushes forward slightly.
Felix curses behind you; you suppose that in your quest to help out the alpha in front of you, you’ve been slowly grinding your hips into the alpha still locked into you with his knot. You couldn’t help it, really, the sight in front of you is just too arousing to be helped. But Felix’s hands grab a hold of your hips, stilling you.
“Just one more minute,” Felix groans. “My knot… it’s starting to go down.” His voice is pained from overstimulation and so you do the best you can to not move a muscle despite the way the heat between your legs pulsates with need. You focus on Jeongin instead, bobbing your head forward and backward in an attempt to get all of him in your mouth. One of his large hands takes place in your hair, grabbing it but not harsh enough to hurt. It’s just enough for him to be able to take control of your head, using you to take over his own desires. Even still the alpha restrains, not pushing far enough into your mouth for you to choke. When you open your eyes to stare at Jeongin above you he is the epitome of beauty, his toned abs and v-line prominent from where his shirt is now lifted with the corner placed into his mouth. He looks downright sinful with the way he stares down at you with dark eyes.
You’re manhandled the second that Felix finally pulls out of you. A pair of hands are on your hips and you’re being pulled off of Jeongin and onto all fours, another alpha pushing into you before you have time to truly comprehend what is going on. The smell of roses and vanilla floods your senses and you know that it’s Hyunjin’s doing, eager to please you and fill you up before you have to beg someone else to do so. You’re thankful you can reach Jeongin even better in this position with no need to crane your neck. Jeongin pushes in once again, using your mouth as Hyunjin rocks his hips into you from behind.
You feel so full like this, your head starting to feel cloudy when the only thing you can see, smell, or feel are your two alphas. They set up a brutal yet sturdy rhythm between them, Hyunjin in your guts at the same time Jeongin hits the back of your throat. You feel something wet run down your face and Jeongin coos when he sees the tears from your lower lashes start to spill, quick to run his thumbs on your cheeks to wipe them away. He grabs your hair and pulls out, holding you up as he asks if you’re alright. You nod and shut your eyes again, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. The only thing you crave at this moment is your alpha and his cock, the need to be thoroughly used for his pleasure while Hyunjin gives you pleasure of your own overwhelming.
Jeongin chokes out a breathy moan when he’s close, spewing praises in your ear that are downright filthy. His grip on your head gets a little more harsh and your face is straight against his pubic bone as he rocks his face into yours two, three more times until he’s spilling his warmth down your throat.
“Fuckk,” Hyunjin groans from behind you. “She’s so tight, she’s clenching around me.” Before you even have time to recuperate, Jeongin is pressing his mouth into yours in a searing, messy kiss. You moan straight into his mouth, unexpecting of the sudden affection.
“You gonna cum baby?” he whispers, a sly grin on his face. “Gonna cum on alpha’s knot?” Your eyes roll back in your head, focusing on the pleasure building up. You rock yourself back onto Hyunjin’s cock, feeling the precipice of your orgasm.
“Close,” you warn. “Hyunjin, please…” Jeongin grabs your chin and makes you look up at him and the sight of the alpha above you…
You and Hyunjin come apart at the same time, your powerful orgasm shaking through your body and causing his knot to slot in place as he releases inside of you with a groan.
Your ears start to ring with the power of your orgasm and you vaguely recognize Hyunjin lay you down on your stomach, his body slumping on top of yours as gently as he can muster. Someone strokes your hair and you lean into their touch, sighing contentedly. When Hyunjin finally pulls out you let out a whine of protest but somebody pulls you into their arms, holding you close. You’re rocked back and forth as someone whispers into your ear and it’s soothing. You’re surprised when the smell of lavender and laundry hits your nose because Seungmin has never been this gentle or doting on you before.
You blink your eyes open to see him staring softly down at you. It makes warmth flood your heart because you and Seungmin… have always had a playful, teasing relationship full of banter. He wasn’t one to coddle you or necessarily go out of his way to say kind things to you. He was more the type to show his love through actions than through physical affection or words of affirmation. Like memorizing your coffee order, giving you his hoodies to wear, folding your laundry for you when you’ve had a bad day, or taking you out to the arcade or to watch baseball games with him. His love was often unspoken and so the way he holds you so close to his chest, it makes light tears flood down your face with adoration.
“Seung,” you whisper. His hand strokes through your hair. He must be feeling a certain type of way, or rather, knows this is exactly what you need right now. Especially as a sharp pain shoots through your abdomen and he cradles you even closer.
“You feelin okay?” he asks, voice laced with concern. “You can take a break if you need to.” You shake your head, the proposition of not having every one of your alphas distressing enough for a whine to leave your lips. “Hey, we’re not going anywhere, pup,” he tells you. “If you need an alpha cock that bad, there are eight of them to choose from.”
There’s the Seungmin you know. You hate to admit how his words are sent straight to your core. You’ve always loved your banter and teasing nature, and right now it has you red hot to your bones. You feel the slick pour from your legs and you whine again, shoving your head straight into his neck.
“You’re gonna act all shy now?” he scoffs. “Gonna act like you didn’t just choke on Jeonginnie’s cock ten minutes ago?” Your body burns at his words and you squirm in his lap, causing him to chuckle. “I can give you what you need if you ask nicely, pup,” he tells you, laying you flat on your back. You cover your face with your hands and he growls, pinning your arms at your sides.
“Please,” you whimper.
“That was pathetic,” he laughs. “You can do better than that.”
“Seung, please,” you babble, squirming desperately beneath his gaze. “Want you… need you please alpha, it hurts, want your knot, please take care of me…” Well, that seems to be exactly what he was looking for as he lets out a pleased shudder at your words. You watch, licking your lips as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down just enough to let his cock out. He teases it against your folds but doesn’t make you wait long before he pushes in, gentle but deliberate in his need to satiate your desires.
You let out a content moan at being filled by him. His arms on either side of your head, he starts rocking his hips into yours. You lift your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he softly grinds into you.
When you hear a wet sound behind you, you immediately turn your head. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of Jisung on his knees with Minho’s cock shoved down his throat, one hand gripped harshly in his hair as he maneuvers him the way he wants. The sight is sinful, pornographic, nauseatingly attractive as your boyfriend looks so pliant and submissive for the other.
A light smack to your face draws your attention back to Seungmin. “Dumb omega,” he says in a teasing lilt. “Pay attention to the alpha that’s fucking you, yeah?” You nod pathetically at him, trying hard to concentrate despite the lewd sounds that come from behind you. He makes it so easy to pay attention though, his cock bullying in and out of you in a way that has you seeing stars. You’ve always wanted to see him like this, for him to lose his composure because of you. And he’s still holding together so well, barely audible panting and low groans escaping his throat when his hips slam against yours just right… You want more, though. You want his smug grin to be wiped off of his face, want to see him lose himself to the pleasure in the same way you are. Right now, ‘this is for you,’ is what he’s telling you, and though he’s feeling good he’s only focused on you, his omega, and fucking her dumb through her heat because that’s what you need. You’re leaning up on your elbows before you can process it and pulling him into a messy, wet kiss–one that distracts him long enough for his pace to falter and for you to push him onto his back.
“What–” Seungmin starts, taken aback. His eyes widen slightly and his brow furrows in confusion but you’re taking charge of your pleasure now, using him while showing him you’re not all dumb omega, that you can take care of him just as well. You grab his hands and place them onto your breasts, squeezing around his hands so he gets the point to hold them the way you want. And he immediately responds, kneading the flesh and thumbing around your sensitive nipples.
You start rocking your hips and the satisfaction you get when he lets out a groan and throws his head back is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You want him to make that sound again and again, want to ride him until you make him pop his knot inside you. And when your hips slam up and down into his, completely setting the pace and feeling his big cock hitting all the right places inside you, you feel smug. Smug because Seungmin has his eyes closed in pleasure, his mouth open and panting, unable to control where he puts his hands. The stoic, smarmy alpha act is gone and now all he can focus on is your tight pussy and the pleasure you give right back to your alpha. And you’ve always loved his voice, his singing beautiful and melodic in all the right ways, but now… Now? You would hear those pitchy whines every day for the rest of your life if you could.
The best part about this new position is that it gives you a perfect view of the show you were missing. As you bounce rhythmically on Seungmin’s cock you eagerly watch your Sungie get his throat fucked relentlessly. His big round eyes are scrunched shut, face dripping saliva and tears as he moans around Minho’s cock, pistoning into him at a brutal pace. The hand is still tight in Jisung’s hair, effectively holding him in place for him to just use… And Minho’s face is cat-like, predatory with narrowed eyes and a sly grin. You clench around Seungmin, losing your pace as you turn your focus to the show in front of you, your heart beating rapidly when Minho turns to look you in the eye and watch the way you chase your own pleasure. A thin glean of sweat coats his features and when Jisung gurgles around him, making a lewd pathetic sound, Minho throws his head back with an open mouth. You think it might be the most beautiful scene you’ve ever witnessed in your life. Then Minho pulls his cock out of Jisung’s mouth with a wet pop, and Jisung sticks his tongue out as if expecting what comes next. When Minho finishes all over Jisung’s face and eagerly laps up what he can, you cum too, the sight too irresistible to ignore the way your body wants to respond to it. And so you grind yourself against Seungmin again and your pussy squeezes him so deliciously, as if trying to milk out every last drop. It’s no surprise he follows suit, pumping you full of his release as his knot settles comfortably at your entrance.
You let out a loud, dramatic sigh as you collapse into Seungmin’s arms, relishing in the way he strokes your hair and draws little symbols on your back. There he is–the soft Seungmin that's comforting and caring, and not the Seungmin you usually see on a daily basis. You’ll take it, never one to complain about cuddles or a little gentle caress from your alpha. You nuzzle into his neck, letting that fresh lavender smell overwhelm your senses as you relax. You even start to doze off a little bit, your muscles tired from overexertion and your head nestled comfortably in the crook of Seungmin’s neck. Even though you’re both a little sticky from sweat, your bodies feel like they were meant to be pressed together like this.
It doesn’t take long for Seungmin’s knot to deflate but you find yourself letting out a whine in its absence. “Shhh, pup,” you hear him coo. You vaguely find yourself thinking you want more, need more but you’re flooded with the potent scent of petrichor that makes you feel so pliant and sleepy you can’t help but succumb to sleep. You want to whine, curse Chan for using his pheromones on you but you can’t bring yourself to when you feel a wave of security and comfort engulf your senses.
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You’re in an in-between state where you can hear what’s going on around you but you can’t move, limbs and eyelids too heavy and protesting the signals your brain is sending.
“That was so hot,” someone says, barely audible. That at least floods you with warmth and satisfaction–your pack thinks you’re hot.
“I feel bad for making her fall asleep but she needed it, she was starting to push herself,” someone says, changing the subject. You can at least put two and two together and figure that it’s Chan expressing his regret. “Even if she sleeps for a few minutes, her body needs it.” Someone else hums in agreement.
“Was mean,” you slur. You slowly regain use of your extremities, fingers twitching then your whole hand. It takes some effort but you’re able to rub the sleep from your eyes.
“Sorry baby,” Chan sighs. He strokes your hair with deft fingers and you think you can forgive him, just this once. It is your first ever heat, after all, and who would you trust but your one and only pack alpha?
“You owe me one,” you say with a pout, and you open one eye to shoot him a playful glare.
“Anything,” he concedes. “But I think you have other company.” As you sit up and wiggle away from a sleeping Seungmin’s grasp, you notice the subject in question. A whiny, squirmy Jisung, eyes flickering between you and Minho at rapid speed.
“Please, hyung,” he squeaks. “She’s awake now, please? I’ll be good. I’ll be so good,” he babbles. Minho just watches with his arms crossed and squints at you, the hint of a grin splaying on his face. When he waves his wrist dismissively at the younger alpha he all but leaps into your arms. He kisses your face wet and erratic and you realize he smells more like Minho’s vanilla than his own bergamot. That thought alone, that Minho has already laid his claim on him is enough to have you squeezing your legs together, remembering the scene from not long ago.
His arms grope every part of your naked flesh within reach and you feel thoroughly felt, thoroughly wanted. You moan his name and babble and grab him back, arching your back in an attempt to press your core against his. He doesn’t protest–you’re so wet that his length accidentally slides into you and makes a loud squelching sound that causes you both to squeak. When Jisung ruts into you it’s desperate, messy and all-consuming. He barely pulls out before pushing back in, trying to savor the feeling of being inside you without having to fully leave.
A hand on his shoulder causes him to jump and it’s Minho with his devious smile. He still wants to have control over the situation, over Jisung, and his presence serves as that reminder. “Don’t you dare think about cumming before your omega,” he orders. “Only pathetic alphas can’t please their omegas, right Sungie?” Jisung nods frantically, his grip on your hips both bruising and grounding.
You’re not expecting Minho to bend down and start lapping at your clit so it takes you by surprise, your legs thrashing out only to be held in place by the two alphas. His precision counteracts Jisung’s reckless abandon, his eyes narrowing and darting between watching you and Jisung. As if to add fuel to the fire, he occasionally tongues at your entrance making sure to pay attention to Jisung’s length pistoning in and out of you.
“Good job,” Minho purrs condescendingly. You’re rocking your hips up in a desperate attempt to get Jisung deeper, to feel Minho’s tongue right where you want it. “Look at how you’re making our baby omega feel.” Jisung’s eyes are half-lidded at the alpha’s statement, his tongue sticking out as he pants and whines.
“M close,” you warn Jisung. You watch him closely, no longer paying attention to Minho or his actions.
“Oh god,” he whimpers. “Please, please cum. I’m gonna–gonna fill you up so good. Gonna cum so deep, can’t hold it anymore, y/nnie, please–”
Your orgasm crashes over you and Jisung explodes the second he feels you clench around him. He cums and cums and you feel his warmth so deep inside you, his cock pulsing as his release hits him just as hard as yours. His knot locks in place and you both let out a sigh of relief. He collapses onto you and you hold him tight, watching Minho rub circles into his back and your face alternatively. At one point Minho reaches in between yours and Jisung’s bodies just to thumb at your clit which makes both you and Jisung whine at the oversensitivity and for Minho to smile devilishly.
You think Jisung might have fallen asleep by the way his breaths even out, not even budging when his knot finally deflates. When you shoot Minho a frantic glance he is already moving, taking Jisung in his arms and prying him off of you. Though he whines at the separation he immediately curls up into Minho’s arms so he can’t be terribly distressed.
You throw an arm over your eyes and smile. You even let out a light laugh because how can this feel this good? How can your alphas take such good care of you, be with you during your first ever heat (which is supposed to be stressful), and make it so comforting and pleasant?
You smell jasmine and patchouli before you even see Changbin and you already want to press your legs together. Changbin is the thickest one here, Hyunjin had said. It’ll be hard to take him. You’ve never been one to back down from a challenge but you’re already second guessing yourself when Changbin fills you up with his thick fingers. Just two of them and you feel so full, but then he pulls his fingers out and sucks Jisung’s release from his fingers. The sight is almost obscene but your heart rate picks up, clearly intrigued by his actions.
“Want a taste?” he asks with one eyebrow quirked. You open your mouth and then shut it again before nodding at him shyly. You’re expecting for him to reach down in between you again, to find more of that white substance to scoop up and feed you but instead he leans forward, grabbing your jaw by the hinges and forcing your mouth open.
“Tongue out,” he demands. You do as you're told, sticking your tongue out as wide as it will go. Changbin leans even closer and spits directly onto your eagerly waiting tongue before lightly slapping your face, signifying for you to close your jaw and swallow. You do taste Jisung a little bit, a bitter mix of salt and his signature bergamot smell. For good measure, you stick your tongue out again to show Changbin that you swallowed every last drop. He smiles at you and you return it happily until he pulls down his pants.
Fuck.
They weren’t kidding–he was thick and long, his girth almost resembling a can of soda. You crawl backwards instinctively, wanting to say something intelligent like ‘there’s no way that’s going to fit inside of me.’ Of course, no words form and Changbin responds to your hesitation by grabbing an ankle, pulling you towards him alarmingly fast.
“It’s okay,” he coos. “Alpha will take good care of you, alright?” You whimper but nod your head, watching as he drags his length up and down your center. He positions his tip at your entrance and you can already feel the stretch. You’re well-lubricated with enough slick and cum now to at least make it a little easier–you’re not sure how you would manage without–but you still feel inch by inch stretch you out.
“Big,” you complain, squirming under his intense gaze. You can tell he wants to make some snide remark in return but instead he just blushes, his ears turning red to indicate your words have some sort of effect on him.
Finally he’s seated all the way inside of you and if you look down you can even see the slightest bulge in your tummy. He must see it too because he groans and flings his head back.
“Woah,” Hyunjin comments from somewhere behind you. “That’s so hot. He’s in her guts.” You laugh as Changbin says something filthy to him in return.
He hasn’t even started moving yet, staring at the bump in your stomach. When he presses down on it you both moan, the pleasure heightened.
“Look at that, babe,” he instructs. “While I fuck you full watch the way my cock hits your little tummy.” He starts in earnest then, the way he thrusts into you at full force enough to knock the air out of your lungs. He punches little noises out of you every time your hips connect though he’s not exactly quiet himself.
“That’s gonna be me next,” someone whispers in your ear. You look up to find an intimidating Chan lingering over you and he grabs you, positioning himself right behind you so he can hold you still while whispering improper words in your ear. “Gonna fuck my omega so good, hmm? Gonna stuff you full of my cock over and over again.” You squirm but he has a vice grip on you, leaning forward to nibble on your ear. His hot breath against your skin has your body running hot but you feel him everywhere, smell him and his petrichor with every breath you take. Even while Changbin is fucking the living daylights out of you Chan is there, distracting you from every other sensation. “Take what we give you,” he snaps when you move again. “Are you so cock-drunk and greedy that you won’t listen to your alphas?”
You shake your head, tears pricking at your lash line. “No, Channie, alpha, I’ll be good, gonna be good,” you promise. Changbin grabs your legs and hoists them over his shoulders, effectively bending you in half while he bullies his cock in and out of you.
“Too much,” you wail at a particularly deep thrust and you hear Changbin scoff.
“Too much?” he mocks. “You don’t think your alphas know what’s too much for you? Silly omega.”
His words cause your toes to curl and your body to tense and before you can even warn him you cum around him so tightly you swear you black out for a second.
“So tight,” he comments and you let out a high-pitch sound and close your eyes tight while your orgasm continues to pulse. He fucks you so hard and fast through it that your body is overwhelmed and fuck, you’re cumming again.
Chan and Changbin both watch as your release squirts out of you, covering his lower abdomen and causing him to glisten in a way that’s obscene. But boy did that do something to Changbin, the scene so hot that he pushes his hips into you one final time and stills as he finishes. You cry out when his knot locks into place, not used to an intrusion that large and you think there’s no way you could move, you’re just too full.
When you lean your head back you see Chan smiling at you with a glint in his eyes you’d never seen before.
“What?” you ask him as he leaves small touches along your body, paying close attention to your collarbone and shoulder.
“Nothin,” he responds quickly. He waits a beat and then… “You need to take a break before we start? Need to take a nap?” It’s sweet that he’s checking in on you when you know he’s been dying for a chance to ravage you, his scent giving him away.
“Not a chance in Hell,” you laugh. “Alpha, you better fuck my brains out or I’ll find someone else to do it.” You’re bluffing and you both know it, his eyes darkening at your attempt to rile him up. You’ve heard about Chan and his tendency to get in these moods, his need to put people in their places and essentially… tame them. You knew you could push his buttons and he would show you a side of him you’ve never seen before while simultaneously trusting him to reduce you to a whiney, submissive omega for him. It’s what you wanted. He knew it too. You can tell when he tongues at the inside of his cheek and smiles, looking up at the ceiling as if to calm himself down.
“Cute,” he comments as if he’s talking about you and not to you. “Very cute. But when I have you crying because you can’t cum again and alpha’s cock is too much for you, remember that it was you who tried to be cute, and it was you who riled me up, yeah?” You gulp nervously. Chan looks… predatory, observing you as if determining when the right time is to strike.
“I could’ve been so sweet to you,” he continues on. Your breath catches in your throat. “You could’ve gotten sweet, loving Chan to help you through your heat, to fuck you slow and gentle. But that’s not what you want, right? You want the big mean alpha to ‘fuck your brains out?’
Changbin’s knot deflates and you wrap your legs around him in a last-ditch effort to get him to stay, to maybe fool Chan into believing that his knot is still locked deep inside you. But you’re not that lucky because Chan is quick to laugh and grab your legs, prying you off of Changbin as if you weigh nothing.
“Don’t be smart now,” he warns. “Finish what you started.” He pulls you close to him, sitting you down in his lap on his prominent bulge. He kisses you once harshly before trailing down, sucking a large mark onto your neck right below your scent gland. His teeth nip right where your mating bite would be, teasing you.
Your eyes flicker to everyone else who seems to be watching in awe. Hyunjin has crawled into Changbin’s arms now that he’s available but both of their eyes are glued to you as if watching a cinematic masterpiece.
“He’s so hot when he gets into his ‘alpha’ mode,” Felix whispers to Seungmin. You wanted to agree with him but your senses are so overwhelmed with petrichor and mint. Chan’s scenting you, claiming you as his as thoroughly as he can for the other alphas to see.
“They can’t help you,” Chan comments when he sees you shoot Minho a desperate look. He gives you a fake pout in return. “It’s me and you, omega. Your safe word is pineapple, okay? I will only stop when you say that word, otherwise it’s game on.” You nod at him and he grips your chin harshly, making you look straight into his eyes.
“Words.”
“Yes, alpha.”
Someone lets out a shaky breath.
He’s quick to maneuver you the way he wants, positioning you on your knees with your back facing him. You turn behind you to look at him but he grabs the back of your neck and pushes you face first into your nest. You hear him unbuckling his belt and you want to look so bad, to touch but he positioned you a certain way and you don’t want to disobey already.
Chan says nothing as he pushes his length into you, grabbing your hips and letting out a groan as he bottoms out. He pulls out and slams back in, causing you to lurch forward. Your hands grab at anything, a pillow or t-shirt in order to ground yourself as he sets a brutal pace.
At some point you hear him scoff and he reaches forward and grabs your arms, holding them behind your back. This lifts your face and chest off of the ground and he uses this new leverage to pound into you.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Perfect little cunt. Gonna… fill you up. Gonna make you round with my pups.” You gasp. You would have never thought he had such a filthy mouth and here you are, looking at the unfiltered version of him.
“Chan,” you moan, clenching around him. His thighs slap against the back of yours and you can feel him so deep inside of you that you let out sounds that can only be described as animalistic. Your orgasm builds up so fast that you barely have time to warn him, letting out a loud cry instead. He fucks you through it until the afterwaves have worn off and your head slumps forward. He lets go of your hands and gives you a second to recuperate and then he’s lifting you up again, cradling you in his arms.
You’re about to question what he’s doing before he slides into again and you squeak. He shushes you and grabs your thighs, lifting you up and down on his cock.
“You’ll let me use you, omega, right?” he grunts. “Let me use you like a little toy until I cum?” You nod and blink tears away at the overstimulation–you want to do this, want to be good for him. His grip will likely leave Chan-shaped fingerprints in your hips and that thought alone makes you feel warm, your wolf liking the thought of your pack alpha claiming you for everyone else to see. You throw your head back and Chan lets out a groan as if he’s in pain. “Don’t do that,” he whines. “Don’t show me your pretty neck like that. You’ll make me want to bite you.”
You gasp, your heart beating twice as fast in excitement. You’ve talked about mating bites before, but since the relationship was still so new you had assumed everyone would wait until the courting phase was over. But that thought of being his, belonging to him and the pack?
“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?” he grins. He bounces you up even higher just to slam you back down onto his cock, relishing in the way your face scrunches in pleasure.
“Her scent spiked,” Seungmin comments intelligently. “She really wants you to bite her.” You want to make a snide remark, to tell him to shut up but nothing comes out besides a broken sound.
“Yeah?” Chan teases. “Would omega like it if I put a bite right… here?” He leans forward and places his teeth right on your scent gland, right where a large hickey was already forming from his previous actions. He bites you, lightly, not enough to mark or seal the bond, but it’s enough to make you cum again.
You’re surprised, he’s surprised, and you practically convulse from the intensity of it. His hips stutter and he falters, clearly taken aback.
“Gonna… gonna, fuck,” he gets out. You can tell he was going to say something that probably would have made you squirm from the lewdness of it but he can’t get it out because he thrusts once and then twice before he releases inside of you. He throws his head back and opens his mouth to let out a loud cry and he looks angelic in a sense, a thin sheen of sweat covering his features and thick muscles that makes him look like he’s glowing. You help the best you can, weakly lifting your hips to help him ride through his orgasm but his knot locks into place and he holds you so tight in his arms you think you might suffocate. He cradles you towards his neck and places you right into his scent gland and a sense of serenity washes over you.
You’re thoroughly spent. You feel satiated, no longer thinking about your pleasure or the desire that had overcome you. You can rest and you very well could fall asleep in Chan’s arms right now, with his cock still seated inside you but you know his protective inner alpha would never let him. Jeongin brings you water to drink out of a straw and you oblige, drinking every last drop in record speed. Minho is close behind with a sandwich–when did he even leave the nest? But he hand-feeds you every bite as you breathe in the scent of your eight boyfriends. Your nest smells like love. It smells like home, like the eight people who have vowed to take care of you.
Chan hears you sniffle and immediately tenses. “What’s wrong?” he asks. “Are you hurt? Was I too rough?”
You laugh as you pry yourself away from his neck to look at him, grabbing his face with two hands as you plant a kiss to his lips. When you pull away he gives you a confused look, brows furrowed with pursed lips.
“I just love you,” you confess. “I love you all.” He lets out a sigh of relief when he realizes the tears were happy in nature.
“We love you too,” he replies with a kiss. “We’ll have to talk about this mating thing, you know.” A blush creeps up your face when you remember how eagerly your body reacted to the prospect of getting bit.
“I know,” you answer. “Just… want to be yours.”
“Babygirl you already are.”
When his knot finally deflates a pair of strong arms lifts you off of him. Changbin helps you lay down and Seungmin is waiting with a wet cloth to wipe you clean. You don’t even have to lift a muscle but you do, leaping into the arms of a sleepy but sated Felix. You nuzzle close to him and Jisung clings to your back immediately. You register a flurry of hands and legs all moving together to join the cuddle pile taking place in your nest but your eyes flutter closed and you let out a content sigh.
You knew that one day you would have to get your heat and though you were apprehensive about it, you should’ve known you’d have your pack to help you get through it. You should’ve known it was okay to open up to them about in the first place and you should’ve known they would take care of you without blinking an eye. Now you know and it has only reinforced your love and trust of them.
You fall asleep in seconds surrounded by the warmth of your alphas, your boyfriends, your pack.
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• Squid Game Period Headcanons (As Your Boyfriend)
delicate pain, soft love, and mood swings under moonlight

Thanos Player 230 :
• The type to bluntly ask, "Are you on your period?" whenever you're snappy—only to be met with a death glare and a slap... every time.
• His humor? Absolutely awful. "Women are like spaghetti sauce... red monthly or white nightly." You nearly combust.
• He and Namgyu? Literal toddlers in grown bodies—dancing, hollering, making your cramps worse.
• Eventually, he softens. He apologizes with his eyes, voice low, arms open. "You're scary when you're like this... but kinda hot."
• Tries rapping to make you laugh—badly. So badly it works.
• Suggests period sex—you gag. Every time.
• Buys every craving, every pad, every little thing, and becomes clingier, sleepier, sweeter when you're hurting.

Minsu Player 125:
• Turns beet red the moment you mention blood—shy little bunny energy.
• Quietly tiptoes around you like you're a fragile porcelain doll.
• Learns to massage your tummy with gentle hands, his touch hesitant but thoughtful.
• Never jokes. Never mocks. Just exists beside you like a warm cup of tea.
• Buys chocolate in bulk. Tries cooking even if he burns it—he's trying, for you.
• If you cry from cramps, he might cry too, wiping your tears with trembling fingers.

Namgyu Player 124:
• Casually drops "Are you on your period?" as if it's a safe question. It's not. Slap.
• Quips with a smirk, "Maybe women were cursed with periods 'cause they're devilishly pretty when mad."
• Chaos personified—he and Thanos do their little dance routine, earning twin scowls from you.
• Later, he gets quiet. Scared quiet. He apologizes in that soft, scared-boy voice.
• Instead of getting too intimate, he suggests sneaky edibles at Club Pentagon. It helps... kinda.
• He brings snacks. Hugs. Wraps you in a hoodie and watches movies with you like the world outside doesn't exist.

Semi Player 380:
• Doesn't quite get periods, but she gets you. And that's enough.
• Braids your hair. Wipes your tears. Cooks you warm soups and sings softly when you're cramping.
• Holds your face in her hands and whispers, "You're beautiful even when you feel broken."
• Buys pads, tampons, strawberry mochi—whatever your heart wants.
• If you two sync up? You lay under a shared blanket with Bluetooth earbuds, heating pad on, watching vintage movies all day.
• She takes care of you, always. And when it's her turn, you take care of her too.

Gyeoung Su Player 256:
• "Wait, what's a period again?" Cue facepalm.
• You give him a refresher on basic anatomy. He nods like it's rocket science.
• Will try—earnestly—to comfort you. Cuddles like a big sleepy puppy.
• If sent to buy pads, might return with toilet paper. Baby steps.
• Asks "Are you on your period?" with the curiosity of a scientist meeting a new species.
• Starts rapping like Thanos to cheer you up. It's tragically adorable.

Dae Ho Player 388:
• His sisters trained him well. He knows. He respects.
• When you tell him, he nods gently and offers warm hugs, like you're something sacred.
• Bakes for you—vanilla pastries, molten brownies, kisses your temple in between.
• Walks on emotional eggshells. "Don't wanna make you mad, angel."
• If you're in pain, he'll cry quietly beside you, your forehead pressed to his chest.

Myungi Player 333:
• Misses your period once and spirals into "Oh my god, are you pregnant?" panic.
• When it does come, he asks "Is it your period?" with innocent concern. Slap.
• Retreats like a scared cat at first, then slowly edges back in.
• If he loves you? He's braving the store, texting you for brand names, buying chocolate on the side.
• Clings to you in bed all day, burying his face into your neck and canceling all plans.

The Salesman Gong Yoo:
• Somehow always knows. Before you do. Whispering, "You'll be starting soon." You shiver.
• Prepares a "period basket" like a ritual—lavender oils, mini heating pads, herbal teas.
• Gives the most divine massages. Your shoulders, your back, your aching lower belly.
• Turns the world off with blackout curtains and a documentary you never finish watching.
• Orders everything online. Amazon Prime—discreet, efficient, almost suspicious.
• Kisses your bloated stomach like it's the most precious altar. And you? You melt.
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robin buckley as chappell roan and steve as her backup dancer and platonic soulmate (obviously)
something something they go to the vmas, perform, look cool as fuck whilst doing it, and eddie munson, lead guitarist of corroded coffin, is physically incapable of not making a fool of himself on social media, much to his manager's chagrin
everything goes along swimmingly between the two and with robin's career until someone, probably a rabid corroded coffin fan, digs into steve and discovers robin and steve are married, and have been for years
cue an extensive media circus where a not-small minority of robin's fandom cancels her for lying about being a lesbian. robin and steve work together to search for the patience to explain midwestern homophobia and lavender marriages to 12 year olds on tiktok and are reasonably successful, much to their surprise
roughly half a year after the fiasco had died down -- besides the occasional over-zealous kid trying to remind people why their fav is #problematic -- eddie tweets 'i <3 sleeping with married men', followed by a frantic reply of 'THERE WAS MNEAT TO BE A PICTURE WITH THIS', before he finally manages to post the intended picture of him and steve
robin, Shit-Stirrer Supreme, innocuously posts a week later a wedding picture of her and steve, captioned 'the only man i'd trust to always be faithful to me' and eddie quite publicly unfollows robin
the groupchat with all three of them in it is full of screenshots and videos of reactions for them to laugh over, reaching its peak when robin features on a corroded coffin song
#stranger things#st4#robin buckley#steve harrington#eddie munson#platonic stobin#platonic soulmates stobin#steddie#steve x eddie
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𝐋𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 ꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ - 𝖿𝗍 𝖲𝖾 𝗆𝗂 𝗑 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (18+) MDNI!!



𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you were getting ready to meet up with friends who you've missed so much and haven't see them in a while, Se mi on the other hand became a little jealous.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, dirty talk, fingering , mean dom! Se mi, slightly bratty sub!freader and implications of angst
" You're the worst "
You were a breathless mess, with mascara stained tears streaking down your rosy cheeks. The pretty little lace dress was stripped from your body and was thrown next to your vanity.
"Oh...? Trust me sweet thing , we're only just getting started "
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚
It was around 7am in the morning as you started getting ready for an important date with your friends.
Lotte World usually has a long line soon after opening , so you guys decided to arrive there early by 9 am sharp.
You hadn't seen them for a while, so you were pretty excited. Today, you picked out a white lace dress with a layered skirt and puffed long sleeves with cuffs. It had a corset like design, and you paired the dress with thigh-high socks with trimmed lace and pale lavender ballerina sneakers.
"Hm? Why're you getting dolled up so early in the morning?" a pair of arms hugged your waist, the voice hoarse from sleeping. Se mi rests her chin atop your shoulder. She had messy bedhair that fell over her eyes, as she watched you intently while you applied the final step to your makeup.
Your sugary pink lipgloss that smells of Strawberries and Vanilla.
"Oh uhh well I'm going out with some friends today. I thought you already knew?", Se mi hummed to yourself as she thinks back to yesterday.
"Nope," giving an emphasis on the p, "I thought we we're gonna sleep in today...".
"I'm sorry Se mi but I really miss hanging out with my friends, I haven't seen them in so long," you say gently while you turn around to cup her cheeks and gingerly kiss her lips.
The kiss awakened something within her and she wanted to taste more.
"Can't you cancel and go another day?", the finger that was tracing the shape of your hip came up to swipe at your bottom lip.
"There's no reason for you to not spend time with me right now..", her voice going an octave deeper and you can see the pools in her eyes darkened with desire.
She had already reached for the back of your dress,undoing the neatly tied bows. You swiftly caught hold of her hands before she could fully take it off.
"Look babe, I'm really not in the mood for your jealousy act right now. I can't just cancel my plans just because you wanna satisfied your needs."
You had no intentios of snapping at her but before you could apologise, she hauls you over her shoulder and plops you down onto your shared bed. Making you sink into the plush pillows beneath you.
"Shit, please, I didn't mean to-" , Se mi shuts you up by locking her lips with yours. Nibbling on your bottom lip, making you whine. Almost drawing out some blood.
She carefully hikes the hem of the skirt up, revealing your dainty pink underwear.
"Oh? What do we have here..?", she drawls as her slender fingers crept over your throbbing cunt. You're not sure when it happened but you only grew more wet just by her painfully hot touch.
She gathers your slick, making it act as lube as she glides over your clit. You tried closing your legs cause you didn't want her to win so easily.
But she was too quick and pried them open and then reached for you phone from the dresser.
" You can't seriously be cancelling my plans just because you're horny are you??", you managed to breathe out as she types with one hand and skillfully undresses you with the other.
" I can and I will," she simply states after sending the message with a ping.
At this point you were oozing of annoyance as you tried covering yourself. There was no way you were gonna let her have you after ruining your planned day out.
"Aww is the princess upset? I'm sorry your highness but nows not the time to be pouty", Se mi mused while trying to get you to look at her. Refusing to look at her.
" Hey I'll make it up to you ok? Just work with me here" Just barely giving in you gave her a 'get on with it' look. Honestly it turned her on seeing you so mad.
Only making her want to ruin you even more.
Slipping past your underwear she teasingly ghosts the hole of your cunt, making you shiver with anticipation. Deep down you want this. You wanted her.
She smirked as she noticed your facial expression contour into pleasure and finally stuck her index finger inside. Deep enough for an audible squelch to echo in your bedroom.
You mewl as she groans at the feeling of your walls squeeze around her, hitting the spongy part just right that makes you go absolutely insane.
"Not so poised now are you?", she snickers while you roll your eyes at her comment. You grab the hem of her shirt and pull her into a seering hot kiss. You couldn't let her have all the fun.
Tugging at the ends you asked for permission to take it off. She tuts and guides your hand towards the nape of your neck.
"Uh I don't think so. A spoilt little brat like you doesn't deserve to be rewarded..", her voice going an octave deeper as she only became more amused at your reaction.
God you hated her.
An hour into the session, she has you in her lap as you lay your head on her shoulder. Already becoming exhausted from the constant thrusting from Se mi's slender fingers.
"Fuck", Se mi hissed as the grip on your hip tightened. Almost certainly leaving a bruise mark on your supple skin.
"Do that for me again love", you didn't have time to react as she pulls out tantalisingly slow and eagerly shoves it back in.
You keen, long and guttural as she continues hitting at your g-spot. Your pelvis unkowngly bucks into her hand, wanting more than you could take.
Se mi nuzzles into the crook of your neck, leaving a series of dark hickeys all over down your bare chest. Your nipples perked as she has one mound in her mouth and the other between her unoccupied fingers.
After a while she let's go with a pop and grabs your ass making you rise up and slam back down on her fingers. You cried out and instinctively reach up and tangled your fingers in her raven hair
"I" slam "Still hate you", you sneer slightly despite being in a euphoric state.
"Oh, rude aren't we?" She snickered as your breath caught in your throat, you would've retorted had she not stuck another finger in. Twisting and going deeper than before to make you more dumbed out.
A dirty cheater for sure.
"Ugh...!! I-- did you have to ruin my dress too-?", you managed to hiss out while you peered down at the smug women beneath you.
You were an absolute mess, mascara stained tears ran down your cheeks. The curls of your hair unravelled and cascaded down your shoulders and your perfect pink lips, swollen and slightly bleeding.
"Don't worry babe, I'll buy you a new one", she cooes while she moves a stray strand of hair away from your face.
It was one thing to fuck a pretty girl, but another thing to have a partner so smart yet bossy as you, being desperate for her to ruin your cunt.
"Shit babe!! Right there--!"
She had you fucking on her fingers for so long you couldn't even check the time on the clock, your vision blurred from your tears. At last you finally burst, unleashing a wave.
Helping you ride through your orgasm until the only thing heard in the room was lewd , wet noises coming from your sopping cunt.
Se mi, was stuffing your own juices back into you at this point, you couldn't really tell if it was that or her fingers were just too filling.
You both were panting, one more than the other. Se mi lifted you up, carrying you bridal style. She softly placed a kiss on your damp forehead as she makes her way down the corridor, heading for the washroom to give you a nice warm bath.
Your beautiful lace dress, discarded and long forgotten.
" Let's get you cleaned up princess" ♡
#squid game#squid game x reader#se mi x reader#player 380 x reader#squid game season 2#squid game smut#ang3ltine
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i’ll be your everything
Pairing: Agatha x fem!reader
Warnings: dark themes, manipulation, kidnapping, abuse of power
Plot: agatha is your therapist, she sees you, fragile, scared, betrayed by the world and your mind, and she becomes obsessed, confident that only she can give you everything you need
MEN AND MINORS DNI!

Dr. Agatha Harkness was known for her calm voice and piercing blue eyes. A woman of forty, with elegant hands and wavy long brown hair cascading freely over her shoulders, she’d been a therapist for over two decades. Her office always smelled faintly of lavender, and her voice was the kind that made people want to confess.
She first met you on a gray February afternoon. You, in your twenties, wore a black hoodie and sat hunched in the corner of the beige couch as if trying to melt into the seams. You were a tangle of nerves and soft-spoken apologies and eyes that darted around the room.
“I don’t sleep,” you murmured during your first session, your voice barely audible. “And when I do, I wake up… feeling worse. Like I’m not real.”
Agatha had leaned forward slightly, palms resting open on her lap. “You are real, Y/N. You’re here, and I’m listening.”
It was the beginning of everything.
Agatha always said she was simply doing her job. That’s what she told herself each night after you left her office, shaky, overwhelmed, but grateful. She took notes, recorded sessions (with consent), and prescribed practical steps for managing your anxiety and depression. But it was more than therapy. You intrigued her - your fragility, the way your hands trembled when you sipped water, the small smiles you offered rarely.
Agatha began thinking about you during off-hours. She wondered if you were eating, if your insomnia had worsened. She dreamed of you knocking on her door, seeking comfort. Protection. Dependence.
She knew the ethics. Knew the rules. And she knew how to break them quietly.
As the months went on, your walls softened, then cracked. You started trusting Agatha. Not with everything, not yet, but more than anyone else.
“No one’s ever really listened before,” you confessed one afternoon, staring into the carpet. “I feel like I’m too much for people.”
“You’re not too much,” Agatha said gently. “They just weren’t enough.”
That was the kind of line that lived in Agatha’s mouth like a secret spell. She gave you comfort, validation, and a quiet presence. She made herself necessary.
Each week, Agatha carefully unraveled your ties to the world. Friends who “didn’t understand.” A mother who “never saw you.” Agatha didn’t speak against them directly. She simply tilted the mirror, let you see for herself.
And you, so vulnerable, so starved for affection and safety, began to lean harder.
Your sessions bled into emails. Then texts. Agatha was always available. Midnight anxiety spirals? She answered. Emotional crashes? She was there. You felt seen, maybe for the first time.
The trouble was, you still didn’t trust completely. You still withheld pieces. Sometimes you’d cancel last minute. Sometimes you’d go dark for days. These things stung.
Agatha kept her reactions private. Smiled through the disappointment. But deep inside, something sharp twisted. She needed you to depend on her fully. She had to be the only safe harbor. The only one who truly cared.
So she waited.
One May morning, fate, or something darker, offered Agatha her opportunity.
You ran into each other at a small coffee shop just outside the city. You were sitting alone by the window, looking out at the overcast sky. You looked thinner, paler. As if you’d been slowly disappearing.
“Y/N?” Agatha approached with just the right amount of surprise.
You blinked, surprised but not displeased. “Dr. Harkness. Hi.”
“Call me Agatha,” she said with a warm smile. “Mind if I join you?”
You had coffee. Agatha listened more than she spoke. You talked about a recent panic attack on the train, how you thought you saw someone watching you. Your hands trembled as you recounted it.
“You shouldn’t go home like this,” Agatha said gently, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. “Why don’t I drive you?”
You hesitated. But Agatha was a lifeline in a storm.
“Okay,” you whispered.
You drove for nearly an hour. Past the city, into the countryside, where the trees thickened and cell signals vanished. You started to fidget. “Where… are we going?”
“My place,” Agatha said with a calm smile. “It’s peaceful. No one can bother you out here. You’ll be safe.”
You frowned. “I thought you were driving me home…”
“I am,” Agatha said softly. “Just not yet. You need rest. Real rest. I’ve prepared a guest room. You can stay as long as you need.”
You didn’t think about the fact that she had the room already prepared for you.
The house was secluded, surrounded by pines. Agatha opened the door and guided you in. The interior was warm, all soft lighting and cushions and thick rugs. It didn’t feel like a trap.
At first.
Days passed. Then a week.
You stayed, unsure how to leave, unsure if you even wanted to. There was something comforting about Agatha’s constant presence. She cooked for you. Read to you at night. Took your phone “for your own good.”
“It’s just temporary,” Agatha said when you asked about going home. “You need to heal first. You’re not ready for the world out there. It’ll only hurt you again.”
And you, frightened of slipping back into the dark, nodded. Maybe Agatha was right. You did feel safer here.
Agatha tucked you in each night. Sat on the edge of the bed, brushing your hair back, whispering, “You’re not alone anymore. I’ll never leave you.”
But the comfort became stifling. You began to notice things. The way Agatha watched you, always. The way the windows didn’t open. How the front door was locked from the outside. How the landline never worked.
“Agatha,” you said one morning. “I think I need to go home now.”
Agatha’s face darkened, just for a second. Then the smile returned. “Why would you go back to a world that never cared for you? They forgot you the moment you disappeared.”
You stared at her. “That’s not true.”
Agatha crouched beside you, voice low, eyes glinting. “You need me, Y/N. They don’t love you like I do. They never did. But I see you. I always have.”
That night, you tried to escape.
You made it to the edge of the forest before you heard the voice behind you.
“You’ll die out here alone,” Agatha called from the trees. “And no one will even know.”
You turned slowly. Agatha stood holding a lantern, her face calm, serene.
“Come back inside, sweetheart. Let’s not ruin everything.”
And you, trembling, confused, walked back through the woods toward the warm yellow light.
Because maybe Agatha was right.
Maybe the world had never made you feel safe.
Maybe this was the only place you would ever be loved.
~~~
It was raining again, soft, persistent rain that made the windows fog over and the world blur. The fireplace crackled in the living room, casting golden light over the wooden floor and the backs of books that lined every wall.
You sat curled on the couch in one of Agatha’s oversized sweaters, sleeves falling over your hands. You felt small, your body still as the storm outside. Your breath misted against the porcelain cup of tea you hadn’t touched.
Agatha entered the room barefoot, holding a folded blanket. She moved slowly, like someone afraid to wake a sleeping animal.
“You’re cold,” she said softly.
“I’m fine,” you murmured, eyes on the flames.
But Agatha was already kneeling in front of you, the blanket in her lap. Her hands, always gentle, always decisive, rested on your knees. Your whole body tensed under the weight of her touch. Something electric passed through you, a pulse of instinct: move away.
You didn’t.
Agatha began unfolding the blanket with delicate care, tucking it around your legs, smoothing the fabric against your thighs with slow, rhythmic motions. Her hands lingered.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” she said quietly, looking up at you.
“I’m not,” you lied.
Agatha tilted her head, smiling faintly. “I know when you lie.”
You swallowed.
Agatha’s hand moved again, this time resting lightly on your arm. Her thumb brushed along the inside of your wrist, tracing the light scars of cigarette burns, which you created yourself, desperate to feel something… anything. “You’re not that girl anymore,” she whispered. “You’re mine now. I’ll take care of you.”
Your breath hitched, some part of you screaming to pull away, but Agatha’s voice was a net, a velvet trap that lulled you back into stillness.
“You’re so beautiful when you let go,” Agatha murmured. “So soft. So trusting.”
She leaned closer, her face inches from yours. Her fingers slid up, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Then they stayed, tracing along your jaw, your cheek, the side of your neck.
You shivered. Whether from fear or comfort, you couldn’t tell anymore.
“I need you to know something,” Agatha whispered, her breath warm against your skin. “No one will ever love you the way I do. No one can. They wouldn’t understand what you need. But I do.”
Her hand was on your thigh now, under the blanket, not aggressive, not rushed, just there, possessive in the quietest way. You froze, your thoughts fracturing, heart pounding in a strange, dissonant rhythm.
“I can make it all go quiet,” Agatha said. “Wouldn’t that be nice? Just… peace. Safety. With me.”
You wanted to say no. You thought you did. But your body betrayed you, or maybe your mind did. You didn’t lean in. But you didn’t lean away.
Agatha’s lips touched your temple, a slow press.
“You’re mine,” she whispered again. “And I’ll never let you break.”
And you, trembling beneath the weight of that promise, nodded and let her kiss you on the lips, giving her your consent.
~~~
It was nearly midnight.
The storm outside had faded to a hush of dripping leaves and quiet wind, but inside, the house was still, dimly lit by the low glow of a bedside lamp.
You lay on the edge of the guest bed in one of Agatha’s old T-shirts, your legs pulled up, your arms hugging your knees. You hadn’t asked for your phone again, had stopped asking questions, really. There was a numbness settling in your chest lately. Not peace. Not fear either. Just… quiet.
Agatha knocked once and let herself in, barefoot, carrying a glass of warm milk.
“I thought you might need help sleeping,” she said.
You nodded wordlessly, taking the glass. Your hands shook slightly as she sipped. Agatha sat beside you on the bed, close, but not quite touching.
“You’ve done so well these past few days,” Agatha said. “Your mind isn’t racing anymore. I can see it. You’re calmer. Safer.”
You nodded again, mechanically. “I guess.” You felt weird for saying that, you felt confused by the whole situation, but she was right, you did feel calmer.
Agatha turned toward you, brushing a bit of hair from your cheek. Her touch lingered this time. She didn't withdraw. Instead, her thumb slid gently along your temple, down to the edge of your jaw.
“You’re holding tension here,” she whispered. “Let me help.”
She guided you to lie back, and without asking, shifted onto the bed beside you, propping herself up on one elbow. Her fingers found your neck, then shoulders, massaging gently. Her movements were slow, methodical.
You closed your eyes, just for a second, and when you opened them, Agatha’s face was closer. Her scent, lavender and warmth, human, was all around you.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” Agatha murmured, her hand drifting to your ribcage, resting there. “You deserve softness. You deserve to be held.”
The moment stretched.
Agatha leaned down, pressing her lips just below your ear. A pause. Then another kiss, softer, at the side of your neck. Her hand moved lower, her breath warm.
You froze.
Something fluttered in your chest, instinct or warning, but your limbs felt heavy, your will dulled. This was the woman who had listened to you when no one else did. Who had pulled you out of the dark. Who whispered safety into your skin.
Agatha kissed you again, this time at the base of your throat. “Let me care for you,” she whispered. “You’re safe here. You’re wanted.”
Her hand moved beneath the fabric of the T-shirt now, over your stomach. Your breath stuttered. You wanted to speak, to say something, but your voice didn’t come. Agatha’s hand was warm. Soothing.
“You don’t have to do anything,” Agatha said. “Just let go. Let me give this to you.”
And you, caught in the thick quiet between need and confusion, closed your eyes, murmuring a quiet “please”.
~~~
Agatha left without warning.
One morning, you woke to silence, not the comforting one you had grown used to, but an absence. The kind of silence that had weight to it. The kind that felt like someone watching from the corner of the room, but no one was there.
No coffee smell. No movement upstairs. Just a folded note on the kitchen table.
“You’re safe. I’ll be back soon. I trust you.”
That was all.
At first, you were relieved. A piece of you that had grown tight with unease loosened. You wandered through the house, through each quiet room, waiting to feel something like freedom. But what you felt instead was unmoored. Empty.
The trees outside were dense, watching. The signal bar on your phone never came back. The front door was no longer locked, but you didn’t go past the porch.
You could have. You told yourself that.
But something in you stilled each time you considered it. What if Agatha came back and found you gone? She had written “I trust you”… You couldn’t leave, betraying the trust of the woman who gave you safety and love and comfort.
By the second day, you stopped eating much.
The house creaked at night in unfamiliar ways. Your thoughts curled in on themselves. You wandered the halls in Agatha’s sweater, hands tucked into sleeves, heartbeat quickening when you thought you heard footsteps on the gravel drive, only to find nothing.
And by the third night, you sat on the floor of Agatha’s bedroom, back against the bed, knees to your chest, surrounded by that familiar lavender scent. It was the only place you could breathe.
You ran your fingers along the folded comforter, along the edge of the pillow. Your skin remembered Agatha’s touch, the way she spoke with certainty and softness.
The absence became louder.
You started whispering to yourself just to fill the space.
She’ll come back. She always does. She said she loved me. She said I was safe.
And when the door finally creaked open just past midnight, you didn’t jump. You only looked up, eyes wide, tears already rising to the surface.
Agatha stood in the doorway, pale from the moonlight, carrying nothing but herself and that ever-calm expression.
“I missed you,” you whispered before you could stop herself. Your voice cracked.
Agatha crossed the room silently, kneeling in front of you. “You did?”
You nodded.
“I needed to see if you were strong enough without me,” Agatha said, voice low, hand cupping your cheek. “But you weren’t, were you?”
“I tried,” you whispered, eyes closing at the warmth of her touch. “But everything felt wrong. Cold.”
“You belong in my hands,” Agatha murmured. “Only mine.”
You leaned in then, pulling yourself into her lap like a child. You didn’t resist. You melted into her, trembling. And Agatha stroked your back in long, slow movements, humming softly, rocking you.
Her hand drifted beneath the hem of your sweater, fingers gliding up your spine, soothing and familiar and almost sacred.
“You only feel whole when I’m near, don’t you?” she whispered.
You nodded against her neck. Your body betrayed you again, clinging tighter, desperate.
“I don’t know who I am when you’re not here.”
Agatha smiled against your hair, victorious and gentle all at once.
“You don’t have to know,” she said. “I’ll be everything.”
Her hand moved lower now, deliberate, and you only sank deeper into the comfort of that trap.
The forest was quiet that night.
Not the eerie silence that had once unnerved you, but something gentler. A hush, like the world was exhaling. Outside the wide window, the trees stood black against the silver wash of moonlight. Inside, the fire cast soft shadows across the wooden walls.
Agatha’s bedroom smelled like lavender and clean cotton. You lay on the bed, wrapped in a light linen sheet, your breathing slow, your limbs heavy with warmth. You weren’t wearing much, just the slip Agatha had given you,m earlier, pale and thin and soft against your skin.
Agatha sat beside you, brushing your damp hair back with long, unhurried strokes. Her touch was tender. As though you were something fragile made whole again.
“I never wanted to change you,” Agatha whispered, her voice barely more than breath. “I just wanted to show you who you really were beneath all the noise.”
“I think this is who I am,” you murmured. Your voice didn’t shake anymore.
Agatha leaned down, kissing your shoulder, slowly, deliberately. Her lips lingered, warm and unashamed. You didn’t flinch. You closed your eyes.
“I used to be afraid of not being real,” you said. “Of being too much. Of being nothing. But now…”
“Now?” Agatha’s fingers traced down your arm, interlacing with your hand.
“I only feel when you touch me. I only think when I hear your voice.”
Agatha smiled, serene and quiet. “That’s because I’ve made you safe. You don’t have to hold yourself anymore. I’ll do it for you.”
She kissed you again, higher this time, just below your ear, where the pulse fluttered.
There was no resistance. No questioning.
You turned toward her, hands reaching softly for the woman who had once been your anchor and was now your entire world. The sheet slipped down your shoulder, unnoticed. The firelight flickered over bare skin and the slow, trusting curve of your body as it molded to Agatha’s.
You moved together with the silence of people who no longer needed words.
Nothing rushed. Nothing forced.
You pressed your face into Agatha’s neck, inhaling her, the way children bury themselves in blankets to sleep. Your voice, when it came, was little more than a sigh.
“I don’t want to go back.”
“You never have to,” Agatha said, kissing you temple. “The world out there is gone. This is all that’s left.”
And in the hush of that room, in the warmth of Agatha’s arms, you believed her.
You belonged here. In this house. In this silence. In this body that was no longer yours alone.
You smiled, eyes closed, drifting in the kind of stillness that comes not with freedom, but with surrender.
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Rafe with a girlfriend who has chronic migraines Part 2!
He’d give up all the money in the world for you. He doesn’t care about the hundreds of dollars he spends on expensive memory foam pillows and body pillows. Rafe swears he’s never felt such heartbreak than when you silently cried against him in complete and utter agony. He buys the $400 cefaly machine and pays for the overpriced at home acupuncture. He does yoga with you in the garden because any other form of exercise triggers a migraine instantly. He never gets upset or disappointed when you cancel plans because of a migraine.
He takes the best care of you, he knows to take you to a dark room to lay in and is immediately at your side with an ice pack and some water. He’s always got your meds on hand and snacks for you to take them with. His freezer is stocked with TheraIce headache hats in every color made. He buys the fanciest diffuser he can possibly find to make his room smell like lavender while you sleep the pain away. He gets you a stanly cup, and an owala bottle, and a hydro flask, and a yeti, just to get you to drink more water.
Hell, he even buys you an immensely overpriced lapis necklace after reading about its supposed history of healing migraines.
He constantly brags about how brave his precious girlfriend is, how strong she is. Topper broke his arm once and Rafe’s reaction was: “Ok and? Y/n has migraines everyday and still gets up and does shit, get the fuck up.”
You are his everything, his other half, his twin flame. And he will do absolutely anything to make life easier for you<3
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𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲-𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑭 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑹! - 𝑺. 𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑶
syn: the rising band cursed expansion plan to play their first big gig…but not before suguru spends some time to relax with his pretty gf after she does his eyeliner.
tags + a/n: sorry for it being a tad late; i've been locked in this week with app preparations and being employed, 2.1k wc, nsfw, GETO WEARING EYELINER *cough* that one anon, geto being a d1 pussy eater, geto wearing LEATHER PANTS LMAO, p-in-v, unprotected, riding, unedited/lowk choppy? (if any of you guys are interested in being a beta reader for me, pls shoot me an ask in my inbox or a dm lol)
when you opened the door, the room was a practical sensory overload; it smelled of cigarette smoke, somebody’s blue raspberry vape, lavender incense, and something sweet—which was probably you and your miss dior perfume suguru got you for your birthday not too long ago.
it was loud due to the constant playing of instruments: suguru tuning his bass guitar, shoko practicing the drums, and not to mention gojo’s purposeful off-key singing of “king for a day”. while this, nanami was simply with some noise-cancelling headphones, glaring daggers at gojo’s incessant singing.
you peered over and walked to suguru, sat on the loveseat while he sang a bit. he looked over to you and his eyes brightened. “y/n! cmon!” he had asked you a few moments prior to do his eyeliner: something that he messes up on, despite the fans going crazy over it.
you sheepishly smiled and pulled out your pink make-up bag from behind you. nanami saw the both of you and cleared his throat to alert gojo and shoko to leave. gojo nodded and smiled, “we’re gonna run some errands before the gig. don’t have too much fun.”
suguru scoffed, letting them leave and close the door before he looked over at you and smiled. “hi baby. thank you for agreeing to do this.”
you nodded, “of course! anytime, my love.” he sat up a bit, giving you space to adjust yourself, sitting in a position where you’re straddling his thighs.
it’s moments like these where suguru likes to enjoy living in the moment with you. you always doll yourself up, even more so when he has a show. you wore a cute little black slip shirt with lace at the hem of the skirt and the sleeves with a cute little black jean skirt, plum ribbons in your hair, a necklace he bought you and finally: a little stick of eyeliner.
“hold still, my love.” you whispered, holding his face firm. your bodies were close to each other’s, to the point that you could even hear suguru’s heartbeat from where you were. the smell of his cologne and mint hit you like a freight train and you loved it. you decided to use your pencil instead of liquid; pencil allows for perfect little mistakes.
“you’re gonna blind me before my show,” he joked. his lips curved to a smile whereas yours attempted to fight one off.
“you’ve gotten hit by a mic-stand before. you’ll be alright.” you muttered. you pushed his bangs back to his ears and began to apply eyeliner once he closed his eyes.
“you apply it so gently,” he mumbled. you answered with a “mhm” and smoothly applied it on his eyelids before moving onto the bottom of his eye.
“alright, you big baby. i’m gonna do your waterline, okay?” he shot you a smile and nodded, “just don’t blind me.”
you shuffled to be at closer precision near him and felt suguru’s arms snake around your waist. the coldness from his ring-clad fingers on the skin of your waist sent shivers down your spine. he was so meticulous, yet gentle. the beautiful shade of violet that graced his irises made your chest tighten and butterflies flutter in your stomach like you had a school girl crush.
the lights from the room were dim and made his features appear softer. his hair was half-up and the rest of his soft hair spilled over onto his shoulders nicely. as beautiful as your man looked right now, you were focused. you hummed softly under your breath and slowly began to use the little plastic on the bottom of your eyeliner pencil to smudge it a bit on the outers of his waterline. “and…done.”
he blinked and looked at you, and just something about his already alluring gaze amplified by something so trivial like eyeliner, did something to you. the smooth yet imperfect look of the eyeliner gave edge to his pretty face, clad with his eyebrow, lip, and nose piercings. the eyeliner accentuated his beautiful eyes and it sent you over the edge. you grabbed the little compact mirror that you keep around in your makeup bag and handed it to him. he examined your work on his eyes and he smiled.
you clicked your tongue on the roof of your mouth, “you look good.”
he laughed softly, placing the compact mirror onto the coffee table in front of the couch, and then played with your hair framing your face, “all thanks to you, my love.”
he grabs your wrist gently with one arm, pulling you in to kiss your cheek, while the other sits on your waist. “let me thank you, baby.”
he held your face softly as he kissed your lips gently, passionate. you felt his pierced tongue slide in your mouth, his hands roaming around your body gently like you were made of porcelain. he begins to lower his kisses from your lips to your neck slowly and sensually. his ice-cold hands against your warm skin sent shivers down your spine again.
“a-ah! suguru, your show…” you whispered, your lips slightly opened at the sensation of his touches and lips on your neck.
he smiled at your concern. “doesn’t start for another 3 hours... we’re okay, love,” he muttered. suguru laid you on the loveseat, his knees planted between your legs. he gently tugged at the hems of your lacy top and slid it and your jean skirt off with ease, showcasing the pretty lacy set you decided to wear; they were purple, his favorite color.
“you look so pretty, baby. if you think i look good, my lovely girl, you look like a goddess,” he said, showering your body with kisses, ending at the little star tattoo on the right side of your abdomen, a matching one you have with him.
your entranced gaze is glued onto him as he begins peeling off the layers of black clothing he adorned, exposing his own detailed and intricate tattoos on his ribs, reaching over to his back. designs of snakes, ravens, and phrases in kanji were etched on his smooth, pale skin; they were some of your favorite features about him.
suguru went down on you again, slowly leaning down to where your pussy was: dripping and practically impatient for him. "so wet f'me already. hm, pretty girl?" he said, moving the crotch area to the side and sliding his long fingers to feel you. you didn't have to look at him to know that he was grinning.
you breathed out, a sigh of impatience and restlessness leaving your lips. "fuck, suguru. just fuck me already..." you whined.
“be patient, sweetheart.” he said, going down on you. his teeth latched onto the waistline of your violet lace panties, pulling them down slowly. his thumb met your clit where he began to massage it slowly. he equipped his index and middle finger to slowly thrust into you.
“my—ngh—god!” his fingers felt fast and steady, thrusting into you and intricately moving his fingers like he was playing his damn guitar; it felt too damn good. he was playing with your pussy like it was a guitar.
then, before you knew it, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, where it met your entrance.
“fuck…suguru—!” you whined, feeling the cold metal of his tongue piercing against your hot fluttering walls; he simultaneously kept his thumb on your clit.
suguru was a fucking tease to you, making eye contact with you as he practically ruined you with his tongue. his head was snug between your legs ever so nicely while his tongue went in and out and in and out with such vigor. you felt compelled to practically arch your back in reaction.
you rolled your hips against his face, it felt too damn good. his soft black hair was intertwined with your fingers, the strands being pulled every time suguru went too fast. "fuck, lovely. you taste sweeter than my favorite candy..."
your whines filled the room, walls fluttered against his tongue, and you bucked your hips at your eventual release, suguru's name being yelled like a continuous prayer.
when you eventually came, you couldn't help but ogle at the man, sticking his index and middle in your pussy just to fucking taste you. you eyed him as he placed his fingers in his mouth with a mischievous grin etched on his face, “so so sweet, my beautiful girl.”
you cocked your eyebrow at the evident tent in his pants, laying your weight on your elbows to lift yourself up slightly, “need help with that?”
god, were you in for it.
“willing to help me?” of course, why wouldn’t you. you quickly unbuckled his leather pants and slid down his boxer briefs, his cock springing up and hitting his abdomen. suguru was big; specifically more lengthier than thick but curved a bit.
suguru sat down and leaned against the armrest of the couch you were on, “ride me, pretty girl?”
you sucked your teeth and giggled, grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times before lifting yourself on your knees to have them on each side of his thighs. “god…” you muttered, rubbing his tip against your folds. suguru’s hands found themselves on your hips as you began to slowly sink yourself onto his throbbing erection.
you felt like the wind was knocked out of you as suguru slowly but surely entered you inch by inch. the stretch was too fucking much and you felt him practically split you in half with the way you were then slammed onto him, despite your arousal already acting as lubricant for such. your lips parted and you felt his hands guide your hips side to side on his cock. “jesus christ—! aah—suguru!”
the simple feeling of him handling your hips with such force and the sound of his rough groans sent butterflies to your core. you felt him hit your pleasure spots and threw your head back in reaction; he was too fucking good and you felt on the brim of overstimulation. it was messy.
on the other hand, suguru was fucking loving this; he was leaned back and admiring the way your pretty tits bounced with every thrust and the way your head threw itself back. your skin was ever so soft against his calloused fingers as he maneuvered you on his cock, feeling you practically milk him and attempt to squeeze him dry. every thrust, moan, gasp played as a symphony before him. not to mention how incredibly sexy you looked. god, you were a sight to behold.
“you’re so pretty, baby…” he groaned, smiling at your expressive face as you were getting fucked before his eyes. before you came, suguru laid your body on top of the couch instead, his name along with a string of curses, once again, becoming a repeating chant you yelled out as you felt yourself come again.
“fuckfuckfuckfuck— suguru!”
you felt his cock twitch and the blush on his cheeks becoming more apparent. you felt him pull out and release on your stomach, painting you in milky white.
you sighed, stretching your arms and feeling the weight of the couch get lighter. your boyfriend got dressed and walked over to the bathroom near the lounge area to get you a warm towel to clean you before he slid your underwear and skirt back onto you and handed you your top, sitting next to you.
“your eyeliner still looks good,” you giggled, caressing his still-blushing face. the eyeliner still looked smudged but in the regular rockstar sexy way that he wears it.
“all thanks to you. nice to know it’s fuck-proof,” he remarked, laughing lightly.
suguru kissed your cheek and caressed your face with such care, like you were a doll. “see you front row?” he said, voice low in your ear.
you laughed lightly, “where else would i be, babe?”
you kiss him on his jaw, soft and slow; the action alone made him groan under his breath, letting out a little 'fuck' before laughing lightly. suguru smiled at you and twirled your hair with his index finger.
“good. i play better when you're watching.”
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Love your work 💖💖💖
Can I ask for a scenario with the lads boys, wherein reader goes on a vacation trip with them and her family. Like reader planned the whole trip, but midway through, she gets sick (nothing major, but she need to stay in the hotel to rest) and just ask the boys to take her family sightseeing without them? Like how would the boys react and what would they do?
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𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb
𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluffff, just fluff as always, i’m really liking my new formatting, it’s fun
> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ You’re sick during vacation
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𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
You’d planned a dream coastal getaway to a pastel seaside town, coral buildings, lazy beaches, ice cream stands, shell markets. You coordinated the suite, the matching outfits, the daily itinerary. Rafayel only had to show up pretty and love you (and obviously fund the trip and the thousands of new outfits for you and your baby). Easy.
- It starts with a sore throat and light fever. You try to hide it. Rafayel immediately notices.
- “You didn’t laugh at my shell pun,” he says flatly, touching your forehead. “You’re dying.”
- You wave him off from under your floral bedsheets, cheeks flushed. “I just need sleep. Please take our babygirl sightseeing like I planned.”
- He was devastated.
- “But I don’t wanna go without you.” Big watery eyes, frowning at you like you’ve personally abandoned him on the battlefield.
- Clings to the edge of the bed like a sad puppy. Starts drawing a get-well card with crayons with your daughter.
- The card reads: “MAMA GET BETTER OR ELSE!!! 💜💖” (he helped her spell it).
- Offers to cancel everything. “We can just stay in and snuggle and I’ll get room service and braid your hair and spoon-feed you mango pudding.”
- But when you insist that he should take your baby girl out, so she doesn’t miss the fun (even though she doesn’t wanna leave mommy), he finally relents.
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On the outing:
- Straps your babygirl into her cutest pink seashell romper and massive sunhat (“It’s bigger than her body, Raffy!” “And yet she still looks small and perfect like her mama.”)
- Wears the shirt you packed for him, because he’s dramatic like that. He FaceTimes you before leaving. “Are you sure? Blink twice if you need me to smuggle back a pharmacist.”
- Takes your daughter to all your planned spots: the turtle sanctuary, the jellyfish cafe, the handmade tiara stall. He follows your itinerary religiously.
- Sends constant updates:
- Photo of her feeding a turtle: “She said it looks like you when you’re sleepy.”
- Clip of her dancing with local performers: “Your child is a menace. She just stole a tambourine.”
- Pic of her holding two massive ice creams: “One for you. She said she’ll save it in her tummy.”
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Back at the hotel:
- Your daughter runs in, yells “MAMAAA!!!” and climbs right into bed with you.
- She tells you everything she saw in frantic baby babble while Rafayel unpacks shell souvenirs and hands you the ugly-cute necklace she “bought” for you (Raf did).
- Rafayel gets under the covers, arms around both of you.
- “I hated every second of it without you.”
- But he’s smiling because your daughter was laughing all day. And now his two favorite girls are cuddled up next to him.
- Kisses your temple and whispers, “Next vacation, you’re not allowed to get sick. I’m bringing a doctor in our suitcase.”
𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆
You meticulously planned a serene countryside retreat, luxurious villa, lavender fields, little horse rides for your babygirl, a spa for you, and gourmet dinners. Zayne cleared his schedule for the first time in months just for you. All you had to do was relax… until you got sick.
- Zayne notices before you do.
- He hears the rasp in your voice, sees the flush on your cheeks, and presses the back of his hand to your forehead while you’re busy packing your daughter’s little woven picnic basket.
- “Lie down. Now.” Calm. Stern. Already reaching for the thermometer.
- You pout and beg him to take your babygirl out to the little garden tour you’d planned. “She was so excited, Zayne, just go without me this time.”
- He hesitates. He hates leaving you, especially when you’re unwell. But he sees the guilt in your eyes and nods. “You rest. I’ll take care of everything.”
- Immediately shifts into full physician-husband mode.
- Checks your vitals, leaves chilled lemon water on the nightstand, adjusts the AC, and gives you strict instructions to nap.
- “Text me if you feel even slightly worse. I’ll be back in ten seconds flat.”
- Dresses your babygirl in the little linen romper you picked. Her hair is tied back in tiny braids (Zayne’s skilled at this by now from all those years of doing your hair).
- “You’ll take care of Mama later, alright? For now, let’s go pick her some lavender.”
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On the outing:
- Carries your daughter everywhere. She’s tiny, but Zayne acts like she’s 2.5kg of gold bricks, irreplaceable and precious (because she is to you)
- They go to all your planned stops, right on schedule. He quietly takes mental notes of every moment you would’ve loved.
- Sends you short video clips:
- Your daughter petting a white pony “She asked if this one can live in our backyard.”
- Her holding a fresh bouquet “She says it smells like Mama’s hair.”
- Her pointing at the spa “She said ‘Mama here? Where Mama?’”
- Zayne responds “Mama’s resting so she can be even prettier tomorrow.”
- Buys you a handcrafted necklace with a pressed flower inside. “For your memory box,” he tells you later. He knows you keep every memento.
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Back at the villa:
- Babygirl climbs straight into bed, curls up against you with a sleepy whimper of “Mamaaaa.” She falls asleep instantly, exhausted but happy.
- Zayne sets everything down, peels off his coat, and slides in behind you both, his arm wrapping gently around your waist.
- “We missed you,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck.
- His voice lowers “Please don’t get sick on vacation again. You scared me.”
- You joke that it was just a fever, and he tuts. “Doesn’t matter. You’re mine, even a cough is a threat.”
- Spends the night checking your temperature, massaging your back, and spooning you and your daughter like you’re the most fragile thing in the universe.
𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆
You planned a galaxy-themed retreat on a floating island resort, crystal lagoons, deep space observatory, themed dinners, and private stargazing decks. It’s lowkey and luxurious, perfect for your little family. You did all the organizing, and Xavier was just happy to follow your lead, quietly watching you from behind his sunglasses while carrying all your bags.
- It starts as a quiet headache and fatigue. You shrug it off, still slipping into your silky dress for the resort dinner. Xavier blinks at you once.
- “…You don’t look well.” His voice is low, distant, but his eyes are sharp on you.
- You try to wave him off, smiling gently. “Just tired. You should take her out, okay? She really wants to see the glow pool.”
- He freezes.
- “Without you?”
- His brows furrow slightly like you just asked him to walk into war unarmed.
- “No. We stay here.”
- You coax him gently, fingers brushing his cool cheek. “It’s just a fever. She’ll be sad if she misses it. Please?”
- After ten full seconds of internal struggle, he finally nods slowly.
- “You’ll rest. I’ll take her. But you must stay in bed. Promise me.”
- Carries your babygirl like she’s made of stardust. She keeps asking “Where Mama?” and Xavier keeps saying, “Resting. Mama’s tired. But we’ll tell her everything.”
- He doesn’t like being separated from you. He sends you grainy, shaky photos of your daughter by the lagoon. You can tell he took them awkwardly with one hand while holding her with the other.
- Photo: your babygirl pointing at stars. “She said ‘that one is Mama star.’”
- Photo: Her sticking her feet into glowing water. “She asked if you’d like it.”
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On the outing:
- He’s quiet and gentle, answering her every question seriously like it’s a diplomatic meeting.
- “Can we take the stars home?”
- “…I will ask the staff.”
- Buys her a tiny star crown, and when she says “Mama will look sooooo pretty,” he quietly buys a full-sized one for you too.
- She throws glitter in the air and yells “WISH!” and he just sits beside her, head tilted, letting it fall on his silver hair without comment.
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Back at the resort:
- Your babygirl crashes into your bed in her tiny silver cloak and yells “MAMA I LOVE UUUU” before conking out on your chest like a baby koala.
- Xavier enters after. Silent. Then kneels at the edge of the bed and rests his forehead against your thigh. Just stays there.
- “I don’t like being without you,” he murmurs against your skin. “It feels wrong.”
- Crawls into bed and wraps around both of you, long arms like a sleepy octopus, head resting on your belly.
- “We’ll do the stargazing again tomorrow. Together this time.”
- Kisses your warm wrist with worry still lingering in his eyes. “Don’t get sick again. Or I’ll cancel the universe.”
𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚。𓅨⋆。°✩
You booked an exclusive luxury island where each guest gets their own private villa suspended over crystal water, with a glass floor, gold-plated breakfast trays, and private yacht excursions. You chose the itinerary, ordered the outfits, even arranged custom sunhats for you and your baby. He let you have your princess fun. Of course he did.
- It starts as a sore throat and dizziness during breakfast. You try to hide it and keep moving.
- Sylus doesn’t even look up from his tablet.
- “You’re sick.”
- “No I’m not—”
- “You are. Your voice cracked and you buttered your pancakes twice.”
- Tosses the tablet aside and walks over to feel your forehead. His cool palm lingers for too long. His brows lower.
- “Unacceptable. I brought you here to be spoiled, not to expire like milk.”
- You try to convince him to still take your babygirl to the reef tour you had planned. “Don’t let her miss it just because I need a nap, please?”
- He sighs like you’re personally causing him emotional distress.
- “You’re lucky I’d kill for you. Fine. I’ll take her.”
- But before he goes, he completely baby-proofs your suite like he’s preparing for battle:
- “You don’t get out of bed. Everything you need is within reach. I will know if you stand.”
- Brings in a physician from the mainland just in case.
- Dresses your babygirl in her little black designer swimsuit and oversized sunglasses. She looks like a miniature version of him. Total menace.
- “Say goodbye to Mama. She’s in exile until further notice.”
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On the outing:
- He charters a private yacht instead of the tour boat. (“I’m not letting her touch public railings.”)
- He holds her hand as she throws flower petals into the water and names fish after you: “That’s Mama-fish! She’s prettyyy~!”
- Sends you videos with dry commentary:
- Video: her trying to touch the water. “She said she wants to bring some back for you in her bottle.”
- Selfie of them in front of a reef. “She demanded to take a picture for Mama. I look like a hostage.”
- Buys you a matching swimsuit you didn’t even ask for. (“You’ll wear it tomorrow. No objections.”)
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Back at the villa:
- Your babygirl bursts in with sparkly seashells and leaps into bed to cuddle you. She shows you every souvenir.
- Sylus follows quietly behind, places a velvet box beside your pillow.
- Inside: a necklace shaped like a seashell, studded with tiny diamonds. “I had them make this today. Told the designer you liked the spiral ones. If you hate it, I’ll burn the store.”
- Slips off his coat and climbs into bed beside you, letting your daughter snuggle between you.
- Kisses your temple.
- “Next time we vacation, I’m wrapping you in silk and putting you in a glass case until you’re medically cleared.”
- But his arm curls under your neck and he lets your daughter nap on his chest, eyes drifting closed with a rare, genuine smile.
𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆。 ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧。 ⋆
You planned a paradise escape to Skyhaven Dome Resort’s, moonlit pools, and soft artificial weather calibrated to the exact temperature you like. You even packed coordinating outfits for the whole family. Caleb just followed your lists like an obedient military husband, pretending to be grumpy while clearly loving every second of it.
- It’s just a little fever and fatigue from the flight, but you know the moment Caleb notices.
- “Pipsqueak.” His voice drops low and serious. “You’re warm. Sit. Now.”
- He’s already grabbing the hotel medkit and hovering like you’re a fallen soldier.
- You protest weakly: “Take our baby out, please? I planned everything… she really wants to see the butterflies…”
- His entire body stiffens at the idea of going out without you.
- “You want me to take her…alone?”
- “Yes. You’re her father, Caleb.”
- “I know. But you’re the sun. I’m just a satellite, Pipsqueak.”
- Finally agrees, but the moment you give him the green light, he switches into extreme colonel-protection-overkill-mode.
- Dresses your babygirl in three layers of sun-protective fabric, a hat the size of Saturn’s rings, and SPF 1000000 even though they’re indoors. (“I don’t care. The photons might glitch.”)
- Sends you hourly check-ins like he’s on a critical mission:
- Photo of her in her stroller, shaded by three umbrellas. “Sunlight level: minimal. No damage incurred.”
- Voice memo: “She touched a flower. It was pre-cleared. No allergic reaction observed. Returning with souvenir.”
⸻
On the outing:
- He has his arm around her or carries her the whole time. She has full authority over him and he’s scared to disappoint her.
- At the hover-butterfly dome, she shrieks “LOOK MAMA’S FAVORITE COLOR!!” and he nearly cries.
- “She said she’s gonna show you every butterfly later. I recorded 200 videos. I can make a PowerPoint.”
- Buys you every item your daughter even glances at, trinkets, treats, plushies.
- “She pointed at this scarf for 0.4 seconds. It’s yours now.”
⸻
Back at the hotel:
- Bursts through the door like he’s returning from war.
- “Pipsqueak. Mission successful. I have her. She was perfect. Nothing harmed her. She only tripped twice and I caught her both times before she even noticed.”
- Your babygirl launches herself into bed next to you. “Mamaaaaaaa!!! We saw butterflies and Daddy said I was glowing like a nebula!!!”
- Caleb kneels beside the bed like you’re a queen and he’s the knight returning your princess.
- “Never again. Don’t ever get sick again. My heart can’t take being alone with her for more than four hours.”
- But his arms wrap tightly around both of you. He kisses your cheek. Then your forehead. Then gently brushes your hair behind your ear.
- He whispers “You planned the perfect trip. You always do. But next time, I’m carrying you the whole way. Just to be sure.”
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early morning cuddles with (early sias!)alex
contents: smut, fluff, early sias!alex, cuddling & tickling, oral sex (f receiving), handjobs, cockwarming, p in v (unprotected), creampie
word count: 6k
New York in February has a way of pressing in on you. The air is dry and heavy, the kind that cracks your lips and seeps through windows no matter how tightly they’re shut. Snow turns to slush, and slush turns to grime, and you learn to move through it all without looking down. Everything feels a little colder, a little slower, like the city itself is in hibernation.
But five floors up, in a pre-war apartment with hissing radiators and windows that rattle in the wind, it’s warm. Quiet in that way things get when they’ve been waiting a while.
Five weeks apart doesn’t feel like much, but airports and time zones stretch it out, make everything seem further away than it should. There were late-night calls. Scrambled mornings. His voice on the line, half a world away, saying "Wish I was there."
You couldn’t go with him. Not this time. Work had you locked in place, deadlines stacked like bricks, meetings that kept getting rescheduled but never canceled, and the pressure of being good at what you do. You wanted to be there but your life here didn’t pause just because he was gone. And he never made you feel guilty about it. Never asked you to choose. Alex had always been the one reminding you that your career mattered, that you were building something real and solid.
But even then, even in his constant support, you could hear it sometimes. In the way his voice dipped when you said, "I can’t get away right now." In the pause before he said, "I get it." Like he did get it, but that didn’t make it easier. Like part of him was still wishing for something simpler. For closeness that didn’t have to be scheduled around flight times and calendar invites.
You'd counted down the days without meaning to. Tried not to miss him too much, tried not to make a big deal out of it. But still, when he showed up at your door, tired and rumpled and carrying the same old leather jacket, your chest had gone quiet in that very specific way. The kind that only happens when something that's been out of place clicks back in.
Alex flew in last night. Straight from five weeks in Los Angeles, where the sun never really set and the days blurred into studio sessions and notebooks full of crossed-out lines and coffee stains. He looked wrecked when he showed up at your door. His hair a mess, jumper stretched at the collar, a smudge of ink on his hand.
He hasn’t said much about the album. Just that it’s done. Just that he’s glad to be out of LA.
And now, it's morning. Or close enough. Neither of you has looked at the clock. The suitcase is barely touched, still by the door. You’ve spent most of your time under the covers, talking when you feel like it, not talking when you don’t.
The sun’s barely pushing through the curtains when Alex wakes up. His right arm is pinned under you, the other draped over your waist. Somehow, even in sleep, you stayed close.
He watches you for a moment. One of his old t-shirts hangs loose on your frame and the underwear you grabbed from the clean laundry pile still carries the scent of lavender soap. Your breath is steady, lips slightly parted, your hair spilling messily over the pillow.
He brushes a bit of hair from your face, careful not to wake you, not yet. His fingers trail down, tracing the curve of your jaw, then pause at the corner of your mouth. He missed this. The softness of your face first thing in the morning, the weight of your leg draped over his.
Quietly, he leans down, pressing a barely-there kiss to your forehead. Then your cheek. Your nose. A line of soft, sleepy affection.
You start to stir.
"Al…"
"Mornin’, love," his voice is thick, still rough from sleep, softened by a grin.
"Mmm. S’too early," you mumble, eyes still shut.
"You don’t even know what time it is."
"I feel it," you groan, pulling the blanket up to hide from the soft light sneaking in through the curtains.
Lowly chuckling to himself, he pulls the cover off your face. He tugs you closer, bringing you to his chest, wrapping his arm around your waist. His lips press a soft kiss to your temple, lingering just for a moment before he rests his cheek against your hair.
You melt into him, your body softening as his warmth surrounds you. His arm tightens around your waist, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your skin.
You shift, drawing your legs up, letting them tangle more with his, feeling the comforting heat of his body pressed against yours. A soft sigh escapes you, content and peaceful, at ease in his embrace.
"I missed you so much," he says, voice low, almost muffled.
You smile, eyes still closed. "You’ve only said that, like, six hundred times."
"Mean it every time."
You brush your fingers along the line of his ribs.
"Wanna know how much I missed you?" he asks.
"Tell me."
He hesitates like he’s waiting for the punchline to land.
"You noticed your perfume’s missin’?"
You pull back just slightly to look at him. And the moment he says it, it clicks — the little pink bottle. Your favorite. You’d turned the apartment upside down looking for it.
"No. You didn’t."
"I did. Took it to L.A. with me," he smiles, the lazy kind, all proud of himself.
"You stole my perfume."
He shrugs, eyes bright. "It’s not stealin’ if I’m givin’ it back, is it?"
You laugh, head dropping back onto his shoulder.
"I sprayed it on my sheets," he says. "On my jumpers. Even sprayed it on me before goin’ to the studio. Smelled girly. But I dunno. Made me feel closer to you."
You’re laughing now, properly. That kind of breathless, soft laugh that only happens when you’re stupidly happy.
You lean into him, your voice softer now. "You’re such a sap."
He hums. "Remember that day we watched The Good, the Bad and the Ugly three times in a row?"
"Of course I do. You kept quoting Clint Eastwood for a week after."
He grins. "Well, I kept watchin’ them in L.A. Leone. Peckinpah. That one with the harmonica and the train."
"Once Upon a Time in the West."
"Yeah. That one. They felt different without you."
You rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him. "You went full cowboy while you were gone, huh?"
He gives a half-smile. "Maybe. But it didn’t feel right watching them alone. You were supposed to be there, curled up next to me, making fun of their mustaches."
"Terrible, terrible mustaches.”
"Exactly. No one to share that with. Just me, smelling like your perfume and talking to the TV."
You chuckle, "I still can't believe it was you. I thought someone stole it for real."
"What, broke into the apartment just to take your perfume?"
"It’s a really good perfume."
"Fair enough."
You nudge his leg with yours. "You missed me so much you walked around L.A. smelling like me."
"Course I did," he says. "You think I could survive five weeks without you completely?"
You glance up at him, raising an eyebrow. "No. You’re helpless without me."
Alex exhales a quiet laugh, like he knows you’re right. "Yeah. I am."
There’s a beat. His thumb is moving slow circles over your hip again.
"Are you helpless without me?" he asks, quieter now.
You smirk against his chest, but your voice stays steady. "I manage."
"Oh, you manage, do you?" he says, and you can hear the grin in his voice before you see it. "That’s how it is?"
You tilt your head up. "Exactly how it is."
He looks down at you, amused. “So while I was walking round smelling like you, homesick every night, you were here just... managing?”
You shrug, pretending to think. "Well. I did miss you. A bit."
"A bit," he repeats, like it’s the funniest thing he’s heard all week.
He leans in, presses a kiss just behind your ear, and mumbles, "You’re full of it."
"And you love it."
He doesn't answer, and for a moment, you think maybe he's just letting it go. Then, in one smooth movement, he flips you onto your back, his body pinning you down beneath him.
Your breath catches in surprise, but before you can even think of protesting, his fingers are at your sides, merciless.
"Alex—no!" you gasp, trying to squirm, but his grip is too steady, his hands too sure.
He digs in, his fingers lightly brushing over your ribs, quick and relentless. The moment your laugh escapes, it's a full-blown squeal.
"Say you missed me more," he grins, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"I didn't!" you laugh through the tickling, wriggling beneath him as you struggle to get free.
"You're lying."
His fingers slip under your shirt, pressing lightly against your stomach, and you can't help the burst of laughter that escapes.
"Come on. Just say it. You know you missed me," he presses, a playful edge to his voice.
"No! I won't," you choke out, laughing so hard it hurts. "Stop! You're evil!"
"Oh, I'm evil now, am I?" He laughs, but there's a softness in it, too, a kind of warmth that only comes with being too comfortable around someone. His fingers are still dancing against your skin, and you're still trying to catch your breath.
Finally, you give in, gasping between laughs, "Fine! Fine, I missed you! I missed you so much, alright?"
He stops, hands hovering above your ribs, giving you a moment to recover. You're breathless, a smile pulling at your lips even as you glare up at him. He looks down at you, face flushed from laughing, his breath still uneven.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" he says, smug and pleased with himself, his accent cutting through the teasing.
"You're impossible," you mutter, still catching your breath.
He leans in, presses a lingering kiss to your lips, a quick, gentle thing that lingers just a bit too long for it to be just playful.
When he pulls back, his grin is wide, that satisfied, content look in his eyes that makes you feel like he's won, even if it's a small victory. You push at his chest, but it's weak—more for show than anything.
He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close as his lips find your neck, tracing slow kisses across your skin like he's discovering it for the first time. His hands roam upward, tugging your shirt higher to uncover more of you, leaving a trail of warmth in his wake.
"Hey– no tickling," you murmur, half-laughing.
"No tickling," he promises with a smirk, pressing a tender kiss just below your belly button, his lips teasing the edge of your panties. "Gonna show you how much I missed you."
Truth is he already had. Twice in the last twelve hours.
First, it came in the form of messy, fast-paced, no-time-to-think kind of sex. The kind that happens when five weeks of wanting crash headfirst into the present. You were half-laughing, half-gasping as you fumbled toward the bed, knocking into walls and tugging at clothes, hands everywhere at once. It wasn’t about finesse; it was about release.
Afterward, he barely lasted ten minutes before passing out, head heavy on your stomach, one arm flung across your hips, breath evening out into soft, rhythmic snoring.
He woke up with your name on his lips, kissing the inside of your thigh. The second time was marked by quiet I love yous, soft I missed yous, and the unspoken language of two people finding their way back into each other.
But now, in the present, Alex looks up at you with hungry eyes, his breath warm against your skin as he catches the waistband of your panties between his teeth.
He gives the fabric a tug, a glint in his eye that says he's not asking. You raise your hips, making it easy for him, and he slides them off in one smooth motion, tossing them aside without looking.
Now it's just you. Bare, open, and stretched out beneath his gaze.
He pauses, eyes trailing slowly over you, and lets out a low breath through a crooked smile.
"I'm never gettin' tired of this, y'know?"
You run your fingers through his hair, a smile tugging at your lips. "Good. I expect you to still be giving me head when we're seventy."
He chuckles, kissing your thigh. "Oh, baby, I will."
You smile, tugging gently at his hair. "Stop yapping then. Shoot. Don't talk."
He laughs, nose nuzzling into your thigh. "Aye, Tuco," he says in his best mock-dramatic voice. "But fair warnin'—I'm a damn good sharpshooter."
You don't answer, spreading your legs wide, exposing yourself to him. He bites his lower lip as his eyes drag over you, soaking in every detail.
One hand smooths up the inside of your thigh, fingers grazing so close to where you ache that it makes your breath hitch. He pauses there, eyes flicking up to meet yours again, relishing your every reaction.
He dips lower, mouth brushing your skin in a featherlight path. The kisses start soft, almost innocent, before deepening into something far more intense. When he finally kisses your core, it's with unbearable slowness, just the faintest press of his lips against your folds like he's savoring the first taste.
"God, you're perfect," he murmurs, and you feel his words as much as you hear them.
Then comes the first lick. His tongue drags through your folds with maddening patience, enjoying every drop, every twitch of your body under him.
He presses a kiss to your clit. Then his tongue flattens against it, slow and firm, and he groans against you– because fuck, you're soaked, you're shaking, and you taste like everything he's ever wanted.
Your body jolts, already sensitive from being fucked earlier, and the shock of sensation makes your thighs tremble around him.
"Al," you whimper.
He understands what you want.
Without a word, he slides his hands beneath your thighs, coaxing you to bend them and open yourself wider to him. You oblige, and the new angle has your cunt glistening in the low light.
Alex slides two fingers into you with a practiced ease. You gasp, back arching, and he watches your face for a moment, drinking in your expression.
"Like that, love?" he rasps, eyes dark and dilated.
You don't have time to answer. His mouth is back on you, lips sealing around your clit in a gentle suck that has your vision sparking.
Your head falls back into the pillows, a cry catching in your throat as waves of pleasure surge through you. You fight the urge to clamp your thighs around his head, your body on the verge of giving in completely.
But Alex doesn't mind. He'd stay there between your legs all day if you let him. His mind is a haze, thick with you. The scent of your arousal clings to his skin, fills his lungs, smears wet and warm across his lips. It's intoxicating.
Every desperate sound that escapes your lips goes straight to his cock, already hard and straining beneath the unforgiving fabric of his boxers. It aches with a dull, pulsing need, every beat in time with the flutter of your walls around his fingers, the flick of his tongue against your clit. He grinds his hips down into the mattress chasing friction.
A low groan escapes his chest, and he pulls his fingers out just long enough to spread your folds apart with his thumb. His gaze flickers down, watching the way you tremble under him. His tongue dips lower, fucking into you with wet, languid strokes before he circles back up to your clit, wet and swollen and begging for attention.
"Look at you," he murmurs, voice thick with lust. "Fuckin' shakin' for me."
You can barely reply but the way your body arches into his mouth says everything.
Alex leans in again, lips closing around your clit, and sucks a little firmer this time, just long enough to make your entire body pulse with need. You cry out, the sound desperate, raw, and your thighs start to quiver.
"Shh," he soothes, one hand stroking your hip, the other pressing down gently on your thigh to keep you open for him. "Just let go."
And he knows. He can feel it. His mouth doesn't let up, tongue working faster, lips moving in sync, his name falling from your lips again and again. His jaw aches, his cock is leaking, but none of that matters.
You're teetering on the brink, your body trembling with the effort of holding back.
He growls against you, and it shoves you right to the edge.
Your body breaks apart beneath him, back arching, a cry ripped from your chest as pleasure surges through you. It floods you from the inside out, rolling over every nerve like a crashing tide. You tremble, thighs shaking around his head as your climax pulses through you.
Alex doesn't stop right away. He keeps his mouth on you, easing you down from the high with slow, gentle licks. You twitch with sensitivity, hips jerking, but he only hums low in his throat and presses a kiss to your thigh, then another, then one to the soft skin just above your mound. He lingers there for a moment, breathing you in, grounding himself.
He lifts his head, face flushed, eyes glassy and tender, lips slick with you. He drags the back of his hand across his lips in an attempt to clean himself.
"Hey," he whispers, his voice a low rasp as he crawls up the bed to you, bracing himself on his forearms as he hovers above your spent body. "You alright?"
You nod, dazed, your chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. "Yeah," you murmur, smiling faintly. "I'm... wow."
He grins softly, brushing your hair back from your damp forehead,"You were so fuckin' good," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Always are."
His body settles beside yours, warm and solid. One hand finds your waist, pulling you close as the other smooths over your thigh, calming the aftershocks still fluttering through your muscles.
You tuck yourself into him, still catching your breath, your head finding the curve of his shoulder. His skin is hot, slightly damp, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your cheek.
You shift slightly, your thigh brushing against the hard press of him through his boxers. He's still aching. Still hard. And though he hasn't said a word, you feel it in the way his breath catches, the subtle tension in his muscles.
You lift your head and look at him. His eyes are half-lidded, lashes heavy, and they meet yours with a heat that simmers just beneath the surface. His lips are swollen, kiss-bitten and parted slightly as if he's still catching his breath. His hair is a beautiful mess, tousled and damp, strands sticking to his forehead where your hands had pulled at him earlier.
"Al," you whisper, "you're hard."
"I know," he breathes, voice wrecked, "It's okay. I don't need anything. Just wanna take care of you."
You press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. "But I want to make you feel good too."
He looks down at you, searching your face. "I've kept you up all night. I know you've been working a lot lately, you must be tired."
"I'm not," you say quickly, eyes wide, honest. You press another kiss to his chest, then let your mouth trail higher, up his collarbone, to the warm curve of his neck. "I swear. I want this."
He cups your jaw, fingers gentle but firm, and pulls you into a kiss. This one is slower, deeper, soaked with something heavier than need. You can taste yourself on his lips, the sharp edge mixing with the familiar heat of his mouth. It makes you dizzy. You press closer, letting the kiss grow urgent, messy. His hands slide into your hair, holding you there, his breath stuttering each time your lips part and find each other again.
Your hand moves down between you, fingers grazing the line of his stomach. His muscles twitch beneath your touch, tightening as you trail lower. You push beneath the waistband of his boxers, your knuckles brushing the coarse hair at the base of him before wrapping your hand around his cock.
He's hot and heavy in your palm, the skin silky-smooth over the hard length of him. He jerks slightly when you touch him, hips lifting from the bed in a reflex he can't control. A broken moan tears from his throat, raw and immediate.
"Fuck," he gasps, his head falling back, eyes fluttering shut.
You shift again, propping yourself up so you can kiss his neck, your lips dragging slowly along the curve of it. His skin tastes like sweat and heat, and you leave open, sloppy kisses there, letting your teeth scrape gently across the sensitive spot beneath his jaw.
Your hand strokes him steadily, your grip firm but familiar. You know exactly how he likes it. You twist your wrist at the top, thumb brushing over the head, spreading the precum that's already beading there. The slick sound of it fills the space between his breathless gasps.
He grips the sheets beside him, his knuckles white, and bucks into your hand again, chasing every motion like he's desperate for more. His mouth is open, his breathing ragged, every sound that escapes him winding tight in your belly.
You drag your tongue along his throat, feel the vibration of the moan he swallows, and press a kiss just below his ear as you whisper, "You look so good like this."
His response is a shudder, his whole body tightening beneath you, as if your voice alone undoes him.
You pull back for a moment, letting your hand take over, stroking him slow and steady as you look up at him. His head is tipped back against the headboard, his chest rising and falling fast now, flushed down to the collarbones. He's falling apart, piece by piece, and you're the only one who gets to see it like this. His hand cups the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek as his hips give the smallest, involuntary push into your touch.
"You gotta stop," he murmurs, the words strained and hoarse. "If you don't stop, l'm gonna cum."
"Not yet," you whisper. "Wanna feel you inside me."
His gaze drops to you, dark and glassy, pupils blown so wide there's hardly any color left. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, chest heaving like he's trying to pull himself back from the edge just long enough to make it to you. "Yeah?" he breathes, the sound barely there.
"Yeah," you stare back at him.
He leans back against the headboard, spreading his legs slightly as his hands guide you towards him.
"Right then, love," he says quietly. "C'mere. Let me feel you."
You crawl into his lap, knees sinking into the sheets on either side of his hips, the warmth of his body already pulling you in. Your skin is still tingling, your core still sensitive and slick from the climax he coaxed from you.
You reach down between you to tug at the waistband of his boxers, and he helps you, lifting his hips just enough. His cock springs free, thick and flushed. You wrap your fingers around it again, guiding him to your entrance with practiced familiarity.
"Wait," he says, voice suddenly low, almost hoarse. "Let me grab a condom."
You hesitate, just for a second. Up to this point, you've only gone without protection a handful of times. Even then, you always asked him to pull out, the fear of getting pregnant curling like a knot in your stomach. It was always there, that boundary you both understood.
But right now, that distance feels unbearable.
You missed him. Missed him so much it aches under your skin, makes your lungs tight, your chest hollow. You want all of him. Every inch, every drop, every part of him pressed deep and nothing separating you.
You smile, soft and a little sheepish, but your voice is steady.
"No," you whisper. "I want to feel all of you this time."
His eyes search yours for a beat, something dark flickering behind them. Then his hands tighten, and the look he gives you in that moment is pure, undone devotion.
"Are you sure?" he asks quietly. There's heat in his voice, but gentleness, too. That careful way he always gives you space to change your mind, even when he's shaking with want.
You nod, your slickness coating him as you grind slowly along the length of him, not taking him in yet, just sliding over him, letting him feel every bit of how ready you are. He groans again, louder this time, the sound scraping raw out of his throat.
"Fuck, love," he says, voice shaking. "Don't tease."
You lean down, mouth ghosting over his. "You said you didn't need anything."
"I lied," he gasps, his hands coming up to grip your hips, fingers digging in like he's barely holding back.
His cock is trapped between your bodies now, hot and rigid, the pulse of him matching your own. You shift your hips, just a little, just enough, and the head of him catches right at your entrance.
His chest rises and falls beneath your hands, and you can feel the tremble running through him, that edge of control fraying as you stay poised right there, the tip of him resting against your entrance, your bodies barely connected but already unraveling.
Alex reaches between you, guiding himself gently, breath caught in his throat as he slides in. It's slow. He fills you completely. The stretch is deep, almost overwhelming, your walls fluttering in response to the intrusion. You let out a soft, helpless whimper.
"Too much?" he asks gently, brushing his nose against yours.
You shake your head, threading your fingers into his damp hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp. "No," you whisper, though your body trembles slightly. "Just... full."
He hums, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment, as if just being inside you settles something restless in him. His lips graze yours. A kiss, soft as a sigh. Then another. Then deeper.
"That's my girl," he breathes, shifting his hips just slightly. Just enough.
You gasp, the subtle motion dragging a delicious friction through your core. His cock twitches inside you, and you feel every pulse, every heartbeat, every throb of want pressing deep into where you're already stretched around him.
"Always take me so well," he murmurs. His half-lidded eyes roam your face, filled with lust and something deeper. "I love your pussy," he adds with a crooked grin, rough affection in his tone.
You smirk, teasing, "How romantic." But the way he's looking at you makes a heat coil low in your stomach.
Alex chuckles, a soft, throaty sound. "I'm serious. Fits so well. Made for me."
He kisses you again, deeper this time, and you taste yourself on his tongue again. It's raw and intimate, and you meet him with equal hunger. One hand strokes along his jaw, the other rests over his heart, feeling it beat strong and steady beneath your palm.
His head falls back slightly as he gasps, breath stuttering. "Please move," he chokes out, his voice barely holding together.
And you do. You start slowly, rocking against him with long, unhurried strokes. He meets you there, rhythm syncing with yours. His hands map the lines of your back, then one slides up to cradle your jaw again. The other tangles in your hair, anchoring you as he presses kisses to your throat, your collarbone. He can't seem to get close enough.
Your forehead leans against his, breath mingling in the scant space between your mouths. His nose brushes yours with each thrust, eyes fluttering open just long enough to find you, to hold your gaze as you move together.
"Can feel you everywhere," you whisper into his mouth, your voice thick with it, with the way he fills you completely, with how right it feels.
"Yeah?" he groans, thrusting up slow and deep. "This what you wanted?"
You nod, teeth sinking gently into your bottom lip as you ride him harder now, your thighs burning, his cock dragging against everything that makes you gasp and shake.
His fingers dig into your skin with each roll of your hips, urging you to take him deeper, to stay right there. The tension in his arms is palpable, a silent plea written in the way his thumbs press into your hipbones like he's afraid you might disappear.
"Wanna fuck you for the rest of my life," he says, voice low and cracked open, like the words come from somewhere deeper than just lust. They pour out of him, unfiltered, aching with truth. "Wanna wake up like this every morning. You on top of me. You wrapped around me. Nothing in between."
Your breath catches. The rhythm of your hips falters for a beat, the weight of what he's saying sinking into your chest. But his hands pull you right back into motion, slow and steady.
One hand slides up your spine, cradling the back of your neck, pulling you down into a kiss. It's messy, hungry, your tongues sliding together, teeth clashing slightly. He's moaning into your mouth now, trembling beneath you, every muscle taut.
The bed shifts with every motion, the rhythm growing more frantic, more desperate. You chase the build rising between you, that tightening coil low in your belly. His lips find yours again, messy and urgent, and you lose yourself there, in the taste of him, the feel of his hands, the thick, perfect stretch of him inside you.
You can feel how close he is, the tension growing in his body, the way his breathing shortens and his grip tightens. You curl your hips just right, clenching around him, and he groans deep in his throat.
"I'm close," he gasps, the words broken and barely more than a breath, his voice cracking as he presses his forehead to yours. His whole body trembles beneath your hands.
"Please, come inside me," you manage between gasps, your voice strained.
He groans, long and guttural, as though the request physically hits him.
"God—" Alex's voice is wrecked, shredded by the heat crawling up his spine. He's too far gone now, eyes squeezed shut, mouth slack, every muscle in his body pulled tight with the effort of holding back.
You lean in close, lips brushing his ear, voice dropped low and hungry. "I want your cum," you whisper, each word dripping with heat, with knowing. "Fill me up, Al. Give it to me."
That's all it takes.
Alex breaks with a ragged cry, hips slamming into you once, twice more as he comes hard, spilling into you in hot, pulsing waves. His entire body arches beneath you, every muscle locking as he pours himself into you, lost to it. You feel him twitch deep inside you, feel the heat of it flood you, and it sends your own climax crashing through you in a sharp, helpless rush.
You cry out his name as you clench around him, shaking with it, the two of you unraveling together in a mess of gasps and moans and tangled limbs. His arms wrap around your back, pulling you down, crushing you to him as though he needs you pressed close just to survive the aftershocks.
You hold him through it, forehead to forehead, breathing together like your lungs were made to match. His hips twitch a few more times, riding out the aftershocks, and then he slumps back against the headboard, taking you with him.
Minutes pass in the hush, but neither of you moves. His arms remain around you, secure and unmoving, holding you there like the world outside the bed doesn't exist. Skin sticks where sweat has dried, hearts still thudding out a slower rhythm now, but still in time. His thumb traces lazy circles against the curve of your spine, not for any purpose other than to remind himself you're real. Still here. Still his.
His lips brush lightly against your hair. "I don't want to pull out yet," he murmurs into your scalp. "I just want to stay here. With you. Feels... too good."
The idea of staying like this, wrapped up in the quiet cocoon of him, makes your heart swell. No words need to be said, because everything that matters is here, in the way his body fits with yours, in the way you can feel him move just the slightest bit, still buried deep inside.
"Tell me," he whispers, voice thick and raw. "What're you feeling right now?"
No teasing. No smirk. Just an open, aching need to understand what's happening inside you. He leans back just far enough to look at your face, his eyes dark and wide, scanning you like the answer is already there, written in the softness of your mouth or the flush on your cheeks.
Fingers trace a line up his spine as you take a breath, trying to name the sensations unraveling through you.
"Warm," you start, the word catching in your throat. "And full... you're all over me. Inside me." A slow inhale follows. "I can feel it all."
He exhales through his nose, shaky, eyes closing like he's overwhelmed by the idea of it. One hand slides up your back, beneath the fabric of your shirt, palm spreading between your shoulder blades.
His forehead rests against yours again, and he sighs, deep and full of need.
"You're too warm, y'know that? Too soft. I could stay buried in you all day."
You hum, stroking your fingers through his messy hair again. "Then do it."
"I am." He kisses the tip of your nose. "I'm not going anywhere."
The words settle into you, and you hum approvingly, content in his arms.
"In fact," he continues, his voice dropping lower, more possessive, "I'll take you with me on tour. Don't care where we go. I want you backstage every night, just waiting, all ready for me."
You snort softly. "What, I'm your groupie now?"
"Aren't you already?" he grins.
"Fuck off," you say with mock annoyance, but your smirk gives you away.
He laughs, then leans close again, his breath hot at your ear. "Gonna fuck you in every country. Every city. Would you like that, baby?"
You nuzzle against his cheek, pressing your nose to his skin, a soft sound of agreement escaping you. The idea of being his, in every corner of the world, stirs something deep inside. You shiver, the possessiveness in his tone sinking into you. Your hips shift, just a little, craving more.
His breath hitches, and his cock moves inside you, the soft grind of him making your eyes flutter. He growls, low and warning, "Careful, love. You keep that up, and I won't be able to stop."
"Sorry, I'll behave," you whisper playfully, content in keeping him close just like this.
So you don't move. Neither does he. It's not about friction right now, it's about presence. The way he fills you completely, the way your bodies are molded together so tightly that you can't tell where you end and he begins.
Outside, the sky has softened from inky black to gray-blue. Pale golden light spills into the room, touching the edges of the bed, brushing against your skin. The warmth between your bodies feels richer by contrast like you've built your own small world in the cradle of morning.
His fingers trace the edge of your collarbone, lightly, as though savoring the feel of your skin beneath his touch. "We should get up soon," he murmurs, but there's no rush in his voice, no impatience. "I'll make coffee. We'll go slow today."
"Sounds perfect," you whisper, shifting slightly so you can press a kiss to his neck.
A soft sigh escapes Alex's lips, and without a word, you feel it settle in your chest. He’s here now. Everything will be alright.
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a/n: dear followers, today i offer you another fic with oral sex (f receiving) and cockwarming. tomorrow? who knows
been working on this since april and it just never felt right until now… finally feels like what i wanted. very boyfriend-coded. hope you liked it <3
ps: all the western stuff came from google and alex interviews. i've only watched one single western in my whole entire life so if it makes no sense… yeah same
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Hi, could you write something with this idea?
The reader goes to the tattoo and piercing store because she had an appointment scheduled with her trusted piercer to get the "Princess Diana" piercing (yes, that one 😏). She goes in psyched, calm, ready… but upon arrival, she learns that her piercer was replaced by Erik.
At first, she wants to cancel, not entirely comfortable with someone new touching her right in such an intimate place, but Erik, with that assurance of his, convinces her to stay. The tension becomes almost unbearable: the atmosphere is heavy, dense, full of intense glances, subtle touches, comments that seem innocent but full of intention.
It all happens with dim lights, background music, and that awkward silence that is only broken by her gasping for breath when he tells her in a deep voice: "You're going to have to trust me… or we can stop here."
That's an idea that has crossed my mind, you can change things to it 😊
The Princess Piercing
Erik Campbell x fem!reader
warning : they want eachother so bad, flirting, implied mutual feelings, tiny comfort, no use of Y/n
Summary : A a perfect day lay ahead of her until she saw that her piercer wasn't there. Instead, she found herself face to face with Erik, who assured her that he would give her the piercing she wanted. Who would have thought that a simple piercing could be so intimate when mixed with fear, care, and mutual attraction?
info: First of all, thank you for the idea/request, my smile grew wider and wider as I read ;) Sorry you had to wait so long, I hope you enjoy reading it, dear anon, and thank you all for your support.
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The moment she woke up that morning, it was going to be a perfect day.
It was one of those mornings when the alarm clock woke you up gently, your eyes weren't heavy when you opened them, and the warmth of the blanket was comforting.
The time of day that would have caused a sigh on any other day, the thought of work already ruining everything, was different on this day.
The day ahead was only taken up by an appointment she had chosen herself, and the rest was free.
The sun behind the curtains was pleasantly bright, not blinding, and it too wanted to wake her gently as a “Good Morning” came over her lips.
Maybe it was the lavender tea or the audiobook she had listened to before falling asleep to calm her nerves, but whatever it was, it had worked.
The nervousness she had felt yesterday when she had called her piercer for what was supposed to be a final consultation had subsided.
With an inner joy and a sense of relaxation, she threw back the covers, opened the curtains, and went about her usual morning routine, enjoying her morning coffee and breakfast while watching a little TV and counting the money again to make sure everything went smoothly.
That was all she remembered from her last conversation when she had gone to the piercing and tattoo shop, sat on the couch in the entrance with the slightly older woman, and they had discussed her plans.
The Princess Diana piercing wasn't just a nose or ear piercing; the needle would come close to her most intimate body part, piercing her most intimate area while she lay on the couch with her legs spread apart.
It was a thought that had made her feel uncomfortable the first time, but now when she thought about it, it was more or less a positive excitement as she realized that she was finally getting the piercing she had wanted for so long.
The morning slowly passed, she took a shower to freshen up before getting into her car to drive to the shop, her fingers drumming on the steering wheel as she listened to her favorite playlist, a secret tip from the piercer that helped calm her nerves.
As she drove into the parking lot, humming along to the song, she heard it to the end, folded down the mirror, and touched up her lip gloss with a smile, feeling content.
Nothing could have been better.
She was wearing a comfortable outfit, she felt good and ready, the weather was cooperating, she had the day off, and as she locked her car and walked toward the shop, she got one step closer to her piercing.
This is going to be good, she thought to herself as she opened the door and entered the familiar studio.
No sooner had the door closed behind her and she looked toward the cash register than she saw, or rather didn't see, her trusted piercer.
Instead of the woman, there stood a black-haired man who greeted her with a “Welcome, can I help you?” as she approached.
Almost as if she had known, her joy seemed to fade when she replied, “Hi, yes, I have an appointment for a piercing with your colleague Maria” and she took the small piece of paper out of her bag that Maria had given her, on which the date and time she was supposed to come here were written.
The employee took the note from her when she placed it in front of him, but an apologetic look appeared on his face. “Sorry, Maria called five minutes ago to say she can't come in...can I help you?” he asked, gesturing invitingly toward the glass display cases and tattoo pictures.
How could he have known what kind of piercing she wanted?
This fact threatened to ruin her mood and replaced it with unease when she realized that she had to explain to a stranger that she wanted one of the most intimate piercings available.
He seemed nice, his own piercings spoke of his love of fun, his tattoos were beautifully designed, and his smile was friendly...but he wasn't the one she wanted to be close to.
Taking the piece of paper back and sighing, she replied, “I know you're just as good as Maria, but she's been piercing me for the last few years and, well, I don't feel quite so comfortable having someone else do it” she admitted, feeling a little stupid, even though it was a completely normal reaction.
No one liked to enter a new situation like this with a stranger, but he just nodded understandingly, as if he had been in this situation hundreds of times before.
It was as if he understood her better than anyone else, as if he would give her a hug if she asked for one, as if he would give her all the care that Maria had given her.
He probably had, which is why she wasn't surprised when he replied, “You can call me Erik. We've only known each other for five minutes, but I can assure you that I'll take just as good care of you and won't stab you with the needle” he tried to cheer her up, and his smile calmed her down a little.
He was funny in a way, yet caring.
Probably you had to be like that in a job like his, whether it was reassuring children getting their first earrings or long-time customers with whom you joked around more than you worked.
But what should she say?
Agree that he was exactly as he was, but he didn't know what kind of piercing she wanted.
A fact he addressed when Erik asked, “What kind of piercing would you like?” and pointed to the display case with the various rubber body parts that the piercer showed her as if it were her first time there.
She tried to suppress her excitement as she took a deep breath, pretending to follow his hand as it pointed to the various small metal rings and balls until she finally said, “The Princess Diana piercing” and avoided his gaze, a gaze that went from surprise to almost fascination when she felt his eyes linger on her.
It was as if something had changed between them.
The shop seemed to become too small, the light from outside suddenly seemed too dim, the ceiling fan provided only a slight breeze, the music in the background slowed down, and the ticking of the clock seemed to echo her rapid heartbeat.
Her 'secret' had been revealed, and now she was confronted with Erik, who smiled as if he had realized something. “Thought you were a piercing virgin. Come with me to the back, and you can leave anytime before I do it” he made her the suggestion and pointed further inside to where the room for more intimate piercings was, so that not everyone could just walk in.
It was a suggestion that didn't make her cheeks flush, the man in front of her was so open about it that it attracted her and she just nodded, the tension and excitement under her skin crackling upwards as she followed him.
When he praised her, saying, “You're a brave girl, I must say,” she simply replied, “Thank you, Erik,” as if it were her first time, as if she didn't understand what was happening, as if she were feeling the needle on her body for the first time.
The man in front of her who opened the door and turned on the light, whose gaze fell on her and suddenly placed his hand on her pulse, heat met heat as she paused when his fingers pressed lightly on her artery.
Like a doctor checking her pulse, he smiled at her, “Excitement is good, it gets the blood flowing...to the right places” he winked and closed the door to give her the privacy she needed to undress.
She exhaled the air she had been holding as she put down her bag and began to undress, but the thought that he could come in at any moment, the dull music, and the anticipation of pain were an almost sexual excitement.
Whether it was the piercing or Erik didn't seem to matter anymore when she called out to him and only moments later the door opened and he stood in front of her.
His gaze remained fixed on her eyes and slid to his tools before his hand gently but firmly directed her towards the chair.
“Sit down, dear” he murmured, and she obeyed his command, the room too small for her to fit, the music too slow for her to understand, and Erik slowly getting too close for her not to find it arousing.
The chair with its casters glided across the floor as he came toward her, his gloved latex hands pushing her legs slightly further apart muttering “Good girl” under his breath.
As her fingers clung to her T-shirt, the adrenaline beginning to rush through her, she flinched when he pressed a test needle against her inner thigh.
Erik was amused, a memory of what was about to happen, their eyes meeting nonetheless, him looking at her most intimate spot, the agreement still between them.
A gasp escaped her as Erik whispered, “You'll have to trust me... or we can stop here” his eyes never left hers as the tension became unbearable.
Her nod was enough of an answer for him, and with the needle penetrating her skin, her gasp and his knowing smile, she finally got her Princess Diana piercing.
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nate archibald x fem reader
a/n: first smut for natie! hope you like it guys, requested by my fave lulu xoxo
warnings: smut, mdni!!! 18+, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, praise kink, slightly sub Nate (he's just our needy boo) and dom reader
You and Nate were in a bind. Golden couple of Upper East Side's most prestigious high schools couldn't reach an agreement. The thing was that Nate got sick and for the first day he wouldn't let you stay in his room for more than 10 minutes, panicked that you'd catch something.
"Nate, cold is not some deadly sickness, you know that?" you chuckled. You were sitting on his desk, watching him from a distance he required from you.
"Of course I know, but do you want to look like I do on our trip to France?" Nate gestured to his bed, where layed a bunch of used tissues, new box of them opened, thermometr and empty packet of aspirin he just dissolved in water and was about to drink.
He had a point, but still you hated to see your boyfriend like this and not being able to help.
You sighed and picked up your purse.
"You're lucky that we don't live together yet, and that school is for two more days. Otherwise you wouldn't get rid of me today that easily".
Nate rolled his eyes.
"I love you" he said.
"False, you'd let me kiss you if you loved me" you stuck your tounge at him.
"No, y/n not today" he said and as universe took his side, it hit him with a fit of coughing.
"Okay, okay" you gave up. "But I'll see you tomorrow. Drink your aspirin and go to sleep" you pointed your finger at him.
"Yes, mom" he said to which you rolled you eyes this time.
Luckily Nate was getting better. Next day he slept half the day and you brought him chicken noodle soup for late lunch. Even though the fever was wearing off he still wouldn't let you close to him. You left him essential oils to put in diffuser or to steam in the shower.
"Lavender is not first choice for stuffy nose, but it will help you sleep for sure" you told him when he jumped to bed after taking a shower. He almost immediately closed his eyes, sinking into the plushy pillows. You dripped the sheets around the pillows with lavender oil and stood next to the bed watching your boyfriend. He mumbled a thank you and in his tired state he didn't even protest when you kissed his forehead. He fell asleep almost right after, a smile appeared on his face after feeling your lips on his skin.
Next day he woke up, feeling so much better cold wise. His nose wasn't stuffed anymore and he wasn't shivering when he untagled himself from warm duvet. Smell of essential oil was lingering in his bedroom so was your kiss that you planted on his forehead last night.
Nate was really missing you. You and your touch mostly. He saw you yesterday, but he didn't kiss you for 3 days. And always when the worst symptoms disappeared he started to get needy. He was aware that he was the one who told you not to kiss him or get to close, but that was for your own good. Now it was almost noon and he still felt good, at least his state didn't get worse. No fever, no stuffy nose, nothing. Just a little headache and ache and longing for you.
It really was his lucky day, because you just texted him that you're gonna come visit him earlier, due to canceled biology class. Biggest grin appeared on his face as he was texting you back. He ran down to the kitchen asking the help to pick up some fresh fruits to have as snacks and then went back upstairs, to change the bedsheets and take out fresh blankets. He hoped that you wouldn't tease him about not letting you close to him and you would cuddle with him while watching a movie or something. After half an hour he decided that everything looks decent, bed was made as comfortable as it could get, trays with fresh fruits and croissaints were put on his desk. Suddenly his headache reminded of itself and he decided to lay down. He must have dozed off and heard a quiet knock on a door, which was enough to wake him up.
"Come in!" he called, voice slightly hoarse.
Door opened and he saw your smiling face.
"Hi bubba, how are you feeling?" you asked, coming up to his side, putting a hand on his forehead to check temperature.
"Better, much better in fact" he said, lifting his head up and putting a chaste kiss to your wrist.
"Oh I see you've changed your mind about staying apart, hm?" you teased, caressing his cheek with your knuckles.
"You know that I can't stay apart from you too long" he whispered leaning into your touch.
"Good, because neither can I" you said and sat beside him, putting your bag on the floor. You were quick to close the distance between you and Nate. You kissed hesitantly at first and then he slid his tounge into your mouth, exploring it in very slow pace, but you liked it that way. He put one hand on your waist, pulling you closer. Your kiss begin to get desperate and when you pulled away for air, Nate whined into your mouth, chasing it. He kissed you again and the neediness that was lingering before, was now fully expressed. He panted when you pulled away.
"You missed us, huh?" you grinned.
"Oh you have no idea" Nate rasped. "You know how I get after...oh shit" you straddled his legs and began to kiss down his throat. "I couldn't wait for you to come over today, I need you so bad" he lifted his hips, to get closer. You were moving you hips back and forth now on his lap and the bulge was starting to form in his boxers. You were needy for him too. You waited patiently for him to get better, as you knew he was going to be like this. And you knew perfectly what to do to make him feel better.
"My poor baby, that cold was a torture for you, you're so needy"
"Yes, I am, oh so bad"
"Yes, yes I know, but I don't want you to lift a finger okay, Natie? I know exactly what you need, I'm gonna take such good care of you baby" you said hopping of his lap. "You just relax and let me to everything okay? Can you do that for me, Natie?" you cooed.
Nate nooded, as you leaned down to undress his bottom half. He kicked of his sweats of his ankles, moaning when you palmed his bulge through his boxers. You looked at his face as you massaged his cloathed balls. That always added an extra kick to his pleasure.
"Oh, oh y/n, please..."
"Please what honey? What dou you need? Do we have the same thing in mind?" you asked when you were taking his boxers off.
"I'-I think so" he panted "You're gonna suck me off"
"That's right, make space for me"
You laid down between his legs, you rested your head on his thigh while you were still playing with his balls.
"Baby please, I need this, put me in your mouth, please"
"You know I can never say no to you" you smiled at him and moved your face to his dick, you mouth inches away from it.
"Hi" you whispered softly "Such a pretty thing" you felt an ache in your pussy and your mouth filled with saliva. You opened it, taking your boyfriend's dick into your mouth. You took him fully in just one go. You stayed like that for a second, enjoying a feeling of having your mouth full with his cock. You hollowed your cheeks and began bobbing your head up and down in slow movements.
Nate had his head pressed into the pillows as he felt the hotness of your velvety walls around him. Fuck, he loved it so much. He was weak for you always, but even weaker today. He already was thinking how to last longer not to make this end so quickly. Sighes and small moans were leaving his mouth as you continued with your slow pace. He thought he was going to want you go faster, but he enjoyed this tempo and was feeling like he was in heaven. Pleasure was building in him slowly, but oh so amazingly. Very carefully you started to go faster, twisting your head slightly from left to right. Somehow you managed to take even more of him into your mouth and he began to pant, his breath quickend.
"What are you fucking doing to me, baby, shit" he opened his eyes and lifted his head off the pillows a little bit and did all in his power not to cum in the spot. The sight of you, taking him fully with your eyes closed, pleasure written all over your face, you were enjoying this as much as he did. You didn't know that he was watching you and while your left hand was playing with his balls your right went to your clit. Nate couldn't take this. He fell on the pillows and burried both of his hands in your hair, making a make shift ponytail with one.
"You're doing so fucking great for me y/n, no one fucks me like you do, baby"
You moaned around him, vibrations only adding to extreme delight he was experiencing under your touch.
"Fuck me faster, make us both cum, oh shit yes, just like that"
You were now moving the fastest you could, his dick hitting the back of your throat. His moans increased in volume, becoming whines. He always sounded so pretty, his moans always turning you on more. You were drawing tight circles on your clit, matching it with a speed you were fucking Nate with.
"Yesss, just like that, don't stop, don't fucking stop" he chanted. His abs flexed and cock twitched. He was almost there, so were you. You sucked with extra pressure, your throat tight around him.
"Baby, I'm not gonna last, oh my god, I'm fucking coming, yesss" with a loud groan he came, your mouth filled with his hot cum. The coil in your belly snaped as you where sucking him dry, fucking him through his orgasm.
Nate was panting heavily, staring onto the celling.
"Soo, how do you feel now?" you asked with a grin and he only smiled.
"You know how"
You chuckled.
"I don't fucking know how you do that, but holy shit"
"I just love you and your dick, baby" you responed with a tone like you'd state that the sky is blue and grass green. Nate laughed and twirled the strand of your hair.
"Thank you"
"Anything for my baby" you said and started kissing his abs. Then you climed up and laid your head down on his chest. You were laying in a comfortable silence under a thin sheet.
"Hey what's in that bag you brought?"
"Oh it's our favourite wraps, you know that place in Village"
"That's great, I got us fresh fruits, thought you'd like that"
"Yes honey, we need our vitamins, especially you, we can make fruit salads after we have wraps"
Nate kissed you and you stayed like that, kissing in a warm embrace. You climed on top of your boyfriend once again.
"It's great we have all this food, you know, we'll be hungry after" you said grabbing his semi hard cock in your hand.
Your boyfriend smirked. "Yeah, hungry after what?"
"My favourite dessert" you smiled innocently "You know I like to have it before lunch"
"Hit the jackpot with you" Nate said when you made your way down. You gave couple licks to his tip and then you were spreading cum all over his dick with your thumb.
"Mhm" you nodded, not lifting your face up. "So did I"
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“Okay, see, I’m doing it-Peeta!” I scream as I feel myself begin to tip.
“It’s okay,” he promises, his hands back on my waist immediately. “I’m right here.”
“You promised you wouldn’t let go!” I stare up at him in betrayal and anger.
His smile widens as he fights a laugh. “You were doing good,” he says and pats my thigh, signaling me to pedal again.
“That doesn’t mean you can just let me go.” The accusation still hasn’t left my voice. Not one little bit. “This is still new to me.” And we both know I hate anything that’s new.
Especially shiny contraptions that I have no idea how to work.
Effie has sent some crazy things to us since we came back to Twelve three years ago. Some useless stuff, like perfumes and makeup and jewels. Some things I begrudgingly got attached to like lavender and strawberry shampoos and a hair dryer.
But this purple bicycle she sent two weeks ago as an early birthday present confused me more than anything else. I had never in my life had a bike. I had no idea how to ride one. And I don’t know what possessed her to send it in the first place.
But Peeta knew how to ride one. He grew up riding his older brother’s hand-me-down bicycle to school every day. And he wanted so badly to teach me.
“If I fall off this thing because you let me go, Peeta, I swear-”
I can’t even finish my threat before Haymitch cuts me off. “Then the boy and me will pick you back up and you’ll be no worse off, sweetheart.”
“You need to calm down,” Peeta murmurs in agreement, his voice gentle in my ear as he pulls on my braid. “You’re doing great.”
“You could be doing better,” Haymitch corrects and tugs my shoulder up. “Sit up straighter. Lean back. And quit overthinking it. If I could learn how to ride a bike, you can in no time.”
That was another motivation for me. How am I supposed to live with the knowledge that Haymitch can do something I cannot?
“That’s it,” Peeta encourages as I lean back slightly and pedal faster. “You’re getting it.” And then, just like before, he drops my waist and gives me a shove, propelling me forward without him as my safety net.
“Peeta!”
“You’re doing it, girl,” Haymitch calls, his voice sounding more faint by the second as I head deeper snd deeper into the meadow.
“You’re doing it!” Peeta exclaims, clearly proud of me. Which makes me proud of myself too.
“I am!” I yell back, laughing suddenly as the giddiness kicks in. “Peeta, I’m riding a bike!”
“Just don’t lean-”
“Katniss, you’re headed into-”
Neither of them can finish their warnings before the bike’s front wheel runs over a tree stump and sends me flying over the handlebars.
In an instant — faster than I knew Haymitch could even run — they’re both there, yanking the bike away and crouching over me, tugging and twisting me until I’m upright again.
“Move your hand,” Peeta instructs quietly, prying my palm off my temple, where I scraped my head on the tree.
Haymitch inhales sharply while Peeta examines the damage. “It’s just a cut,” he concludes as I wince from his prodding.
“Guess you’re done with riding lessons for today, huh, sweetheart?” Haymitch says, as Peeta pulls me to my feet only to immediately scoop me up into his strong, inviting arms.
“Yes, Haymitch, I’d say her lessons are done for the day,” he retorts, rolling his eyes.
“We are still gonna have cake though, right? I mean after you get her head bandaged up.” He looks more worried about cancelling my birthday dinner than he does about the cut.
Before Peeta can snap at him for being crass though, a laugh slips out of me. “Well I’m sure not gonna forfeit my cake over a little blood.”
“That’s my girl.” My mentor beams.
At that, my husband blinks twice and shoots me a look. “You’re just as insane as him, you know that?”
“Yes, but you love me.” I smile up at him cheekily, the pride and excitement from having actually managed to ride the bike on my own for three seconds still coursing through my veins.
“Yeah.” He sighs softly and squeezes me tighter to him, his mouth contorting into a smirk. “Yeah, I do. More than anything.” His lips press a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Happy birthday, honeybee.”
[send me an emoji and i’ll write a tiny micro story in honor of katniss’ belated birthday]
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