#Pali writes

[ellieholiday]

Cold blooded Susie >>>

[pali-writes-atiny-bit]

Who You Belong To

Pairing: Chan x afab!reader

Summary: when you're at an after party and Chan doesn't show you enough attention you start acting up. OR wherein you learn actions have consequences Chan fuck the brattiness out of you

WC: ~1.95k

Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Established relationship, Dom/sub dynamics, degradation, spanking, spreader bar, name calling (Babygirl, princess, slut, sweet girl , pretty girl, baby, daddy), unprotected piv sex (please practice safe sex irl), hair pulling, overstimulation, squirting, aftercare (let me know if I missed any, please and thank you)

A/N: this just kinda popped into my head last night and I really needed to get it out there. Kinda sorta proofed but not really.

You're at an awards show party with Chan and the rest of Stray Kids. You've been there for a couple of hours now and you're growing bored. You're all dolled up but Chan has been too busy mingling to pay you much attention.

In your boredom you decide to flirt with some of the other male idols. Surely that will catch his attention. Although you've been nothing but appropriate, you're pushing the boundaries. When you catch him watching you with his jaw clenched, you smirk. You meet his eyes and see the dark warning flashing in them before turning away.

You're standing talking to Hongjoong, your hand resting on his arm when Chan comes striding over. He greets Hongjoong with a nod before excusing the both of you. He drags you by your arm to the side of the event hall with a grip just shy of bruising.

"Chan! I wasn't done talking to Hongjoong!" you turn to face him and try to pull your arm free. A muscle ticks in his jaw and instead of letting go, he tugs you closer causing you to stumble over your tall heels.

He hisses into your ear, "I think you've done plenty of talking for the night. Don't think I don't know what you you've been doing. I'll deal with you when you get home. You have 10 minutes before we leave."

A frisson of equal parts fear and anticipation surges through you. When he releases you and strides off, most likely to bid goodbye to the other members, you release a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. Just what you gotten yourself into.

The car ride home was silent but you could feel the simmering energy crackling between the two of you. When you get back to your shared apartment, he ushers you in. When the door closes, he cages you against, hands on either side of your head, and kisses you deeply until you moan.

When he withdraws, he fixes you with a stare. "I think I need to remind you who you belong to, babygirl. 5 minutes. I want you naked and on the bed on all fours." He swats your ass as you scurry off.

You're undressed and in position within the first minute, but he makes you wait. You can't help the wetness that's already gathering between your thighs in anticipation.

After 5 minutes are up, you hear him enter the room. The bed dips down behind you and he sets something down. You feel the familiar sensation of a leather cuff being wrapped around first one ankle and then the other. He slides a few fingers under the cuffs to check the tightness. Satisfied you won't lose circulation, he clicks open the spreader bar and you gasp.

This is something you've only talked about, and not actually tried yet. The bar has wrist cuffs too, and he draws your wrists between your legs and attaches first one wrist then the other. Without your hands, you're forced to rest on your chest and shoulders. It's not exactly comfortable on your neck, so he props you up on a couple of pillows, then steps back.

"Princess, you look so pretty all trussed up for me."

You runs a hand over your perfectly presented ass and your shiver. "You were flirting with all those other guys, with Joongie, but they don't get to see you like this, do they, slut?"

When you don't answer, he lands two harsh smacks in quick successions, first one cheek then the other.

"No, they don't," you bite out.

Another smack, "no what?"

"No, daddy!" you squeal.

He caresses your flesh with his palm, lovingly. Reverently. "That's right. I think 15 more ought to remind you who you belong to. Count!"

He brings his hand down and you bite out "one!"

He strikes again in the other cheek. "Two!"

He alternates sides, sometimes hitting the top of your ass, or the bottom where it meets your flesh. By 10, you're sobbing and your make up is ruined with tear streaks. "Please! I'm sorry, daddy!"

"Oh, you will be," he growls.

By the time you reach 14, your ass is a beautiful red and warm to the touch but your cunt is absolutely dripping. He soothes your skin with his palms and you moan.

"One more, babygirl," he says. Your thighs quiver with anticipation. You steel yourself for the strike, but this time he slaps your pussy, finger tips just grazing your clit. You jerk in shock and scream "Fifteen!"

He runs a few fingers through your folds and moans. "Fuck, princess, you're absolutely soaked. Did you enjoy that?"

You shake your head vehemently, and he chuckles. "Your head says no, but your body says yes."

"Who does this pussy belong to?" he asks as he sinks two fingers into your wet heat. Your mouth falls open and you let out a filthy moan.

"You, daddy! My pussy is yours. Please fill your pussy," you beg.

He withdraws his fingers and you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling. He quickly sheds his clothing and your feel the bed dip behind you again as he lines himself up.

His hands grip your hips so tightly you're sure to bruise. You both let out a hiss as he pushes inside you, taking his sweer time entering you. You're soaking wet, but he knows he's big. You moan when he is fully seated. His girth stretches you deliciously while the tip of his cock presses against your cervix.

"You take me so well, baby girl," he says as he draws his hips back. Your walls grip his length, trying to suck him back in.

He draws back until just the tip is inside, before slamming back into you. He repeats these motions again and again, slowly increasing the pace until he he's pounding into you.

You cry out and he says, "Is this it? Is this what you wanted baby girl? You wanted me to remind you who this cunt belongs to?"

"Y-y-ye-yes!" you wail.

"I'm going to make sure this pussy is molded to my cock, pretty girl."

His words make you clench around his cock. "I want to cum... I need to cum," you beg, pulling against your bonds.

"You'd better hold it until I say, baby girl," he says slowing his thrusts. "If you cum without permission, you'll be cumming until you beg me to stop."

You want to be good for him, for your daddy. You're trying your hardest to hold on but his fat cock is hitting your gummy spot just right with each thrust.

"I can't! Please, daddy!" You beg. "Please can I- fuuuuuuck!" You scream.

Before he can grant you permission, he delivers a particularly sharp thrust that has you falling apart on his cock.

"Oh babygirl... you were so close. But you still came without permission."

He continues driving into you as your walls flutter and pulse around him. The sensitivity from your first orgasm has you quickly climbing to a second peak.

You mind goes hazy with pleasure. Each snap of his hips punches a moan from your lips which are parted and drooling. It isn't long before you fall apart a second time.

He stops thrusting, and places a hand on the base of your skull gathering a handful of your hair. Taking care not to pull your roots too much, he hauls you up against him.

Your eyes are closed and you're panting. Your walls still quivering around his cock with aftershocks.

"Color, babygirl?"

"Green," you moan breathlessly.

That's all he needs to hear before he begins thrusting into you from below. With the change in angle he's hitting a new spot inside you.

He threads his other hand in front of you and gently presses against your lower belly. He groans at the feeling of his cock pressing against his hand each time he bottoms out. The added pressure makes you feel so full. You're hurtling towards your third orgasm.

He can feel how your cunt is tightening, bearing down around him. He slides his hand down and circles your clit.

"Cum for me baby. Cum on my cock again!"

You jerk at the contact and scream as your vision whites out and your hearing fades. You cum around him again, squirting and flooding the sheets below you.

You're shattered. Your soul scattered. You don't think you've ever cum so hard in your life.

When you come back to your senses, you're lying on your back. Your wrists and ankles are unbound and Chan is kneeling between your thighs, rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

When he sees you coming back to earth, he wraps your legs around your waist and presses a thumb to your clit. You hiss at the overstimulation, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

He pauses and looks at your with his brow furrowed in concen.

"Color?"

You're so tired and truthfully you don't know how much more you can take. You take a deep breath and whisper, "yellow, daddy."

"Okay princess. You've been so good. Do you think you can give me one more? Daddy wants to cum with you."

You let your gaze roam over him. You know that if you say no, he'll stop immediately. But you look at his cock which is red and angry, covered in your cream and twitching with need. He's so good to you. You want, no, you need him to cum with you.

"Please fill me with your cum, daddy."

"My sweet girl," he moans as he sheathes himself inside your core once more. He closes his eyes and tips his head back. "Shit, you feel so good princess."

His thrusts are slow, almost gentle. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. He begins rambling as his thrusts grow erratic.

"You took your punishment so well. Fuck. My perfect girl. You're made for me."

You moan and clench around him at his praise causing him to groan in response. "I love you, babygirl. I'm going to fill you up!"

He thrusts two more times before he stills deep inside you. You feel his hot cum painting your walls and the feeling triggers your own release. You cum around him a final time with a wail, "I love you too, daddy!"

You cling to him as your contracting walls milk his cock. When your orgasm fades, you all but slump to the mattress, exhausted.

Chan extracts himself from your limbs and pulls out. He walks to the bathroom and you hear the sounds of water beginning to fill the tub. He returns with a glass of water and a warm, wet washcloth.

He helps you drink the glass of water and then begins cleaning you up, taking care with your sensitive, swollen folds.

You're mostly asleep by the time he finishes and picks you up bridal style. He carries you to the bathroom. With your eyes still closed you murmur, "I'm sorry for being a brat, daddy."

He kisses your head whispers "I love it when you're a brat."

He places you on the toilet so you can pee and then settles you into the bathtub. He changes the sheets while you relax before sliding into the tub behind you.

He holds you and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. And when you fall asleep, he dries you off, dresses you in one of his t shirts and tucks you into bed.

He kisses your forehead and whispers how much he loves you. He loves when you're a brat. And he loves when he gets to fuck it out of you.

@daydreams-after-dark

[flippetyfloppity]

some more from this universe:

“Ah, Ms. Delon!” 

Oh, yes, it was him! Dr. Bashir jogged over, waving goodbye over his shoulder to his fellow residents, to meet me where I had perched to juggle my bags. He surveyed the many cheerful gifts that had made it into my hospital room. “I see you were well missed. Congratulations on your discharge.”

I set down my sweet stuffed rabbit and held my hand out to him. “I have you to thank,” I said. 

He ducked his head. “Ms. Delon–”

“Palis,” I said, more firmly extending my hand out. I caught his eye again, a challenge; a dare. “You should accept the gratitude.”

Dr. Bashir tongued at his molar, and licked his lips. He tilted his head as if to say alright, against my better judgment, and took my hand to shake it. His fingers were lovely and cool and made me wish he would take my pulse again. When he spoke, it was with the air of someone admitting to a prank. “My attending would be less than pleased.”

I leaned in. “I can keep a secret,” I whispered.

He looked at me then, and I am still not sure what he saw. His own face was open and blank, what I would later come to know as a quiet show of fear, for Julian. I would think about that moment later, many years later. Silly, given it was just a moment, a matter of one or two seconds at most. Perhaps I dwell on it more, knowing what I know now. 

He dropped my hand and gestured towards the table. “May I?”

“By all means,” I said, and handed him a bag and the heaviest vase, the one with all the lilies.

“Quite the statement,” Dr. Bashir said, rotating it in his hands.

I lifted the rabbit and wiggled its white ears. “All my many admirers,” I joked. We began walking towards the exit together.

“From your company?” he asked. 

“No, from my father.”

He picked up on my tone. “A welcome gift?”

“More or less,” I said, watching the doors open for us. “I think some of it is guilt, professional guilt. Most of it I am sure is because he was worried and loves me – oh, fresh air! Do you smell it?”

“Not as often as I’d like,” he smiled. He tilted the vase towards me. “Do you think the flowers smell better out here?”

“Let’s see,” I said, and closed my eyes again, bringing my nose close to breathe in the lilies, feel their petals on my cheeks. My mother always considered them stuffy and funereal, but to me they are rich, a smell born of known elegance, bold and thick. They filled my nose and made me smile. “Yes,” I sighed, “they do.”

And what a thrill it was to open my eyes and find myself the object of Dr. Bashir’s attention. It was electric. 

Suddenly, he laughed, and shifted the vase into one arm. “Ah, hold still? You have a bit–” He reached out his hand and brushed my cheek a few times, so gently. He showed me his fingertips powdered brown with pollen. “Natural blush,” he said.

That grin! I could not keep quiet. The bold lilies seemed to push me forward, to say, Yes! Try! You should at least try! And so I did. “Would you consider coming to have coffee with me?”

“I…” Delight parted his lips in a moment of surprise. It was as if the day became brilliant and alive all at once. I watched as, in the course of a breath or two, he made an effort to fold the light in his face back down under the gentle professional mask I saw him use with my family. (But not all; some still broke through.) “I’m not sure that would be appropriate.”

“Appropriate?”

“Ms. Delon,” he said, with soft distance. “You were my patient.”

“Palis,” I corrected. “We are both adults with work. I happened to meet you at your work.”

“There’s an uneven–”

“Authority? Power? What power do you hold over me?” I asked. “My surgery is complete, I have recovered well. You caught something even my own father could not. Did not! You saved my career, my life.” Say it! “You’re handsome. I like you.

“And,” I continued, “if this is somehow the result of the former confusing my feelings, I will discover this quickly enough and that will be that. Until then, I would like to have coffee with you, and will be disappointed if you present me with another excuse."

He smiled his apology. “I don’t think I can.”

“Then,” I started, surprising myself with how I searched for a reason, something else to which I could invite him. “At least come see us rehearse. Yes, come for rehearsal! I will be back on stage by tomorrow afternoon, at the university’s main theatre. And the day after that in the morning. We’ll be even. You can interrupt me at my work.”

I waited in that electric tension as long as I could before trying one last time. “You won’t regret it, Dr. Bashir. Julian.”

“Alright. Alright, tomorrow,” he said, and then, smiling: “Palis.”

[twig-gy]

[id: two column banner. the first column, top to bottom and left to right, has the sitelen pona for 'kala', 'suli', 'wawa', and 'kon', except angular, and kon has a triangle in the middle. its background is black and the writing is white. there are red diagonal lines connecting the sitelen pona's lines. the second column has a white background with black sitelen pona of 'kiwen', 'ike', 'lukin', and 'lon', where the dots are crosses. there are red spiralling lines which stop when they hit the sitelen pona. end id]

for the id i. tried.

heyy so i know everyone in the cj fandom is celebrating cage so to hop on that trend i made a banner for KALA SULI // BIG FISH :)

[sitelen-musi-lon-toki-pona]

lupa ma monsuta, kipisi nanpa tu:

lupa li pimeja li telo lili li pana e pilin monsuta. ilo toki la, jan Alupe li pana e suno li lukin e lupa ni.

ona li tawa insa mute e lipu la, ona li kute e mu li pilin monsuta mute a.

ona li toki suli e ni: "jan seme li lon ni?" kalama ona li wawa ala. toki ona li tawa lili. ni la, ona li kute e mu monsuta suli.

ona li mu suli li anpa e ilo toki ona li tawa wawa. ona li pilin e kiwen li alasa e nasin weka li kute e kon wawa lon ete li lukin e lupa tawa ete li tawa tomo ona kepeken tenpo lili.

ona li lon insa tomo ona. ona wile toki tawa jan pona ona. taso ona li jo ala e ilo toki ona. ona li tawa supa lape. ona li lon pimeja li lukin e sewi. ona o pilin monsuta. taso wile sona li wawa.

ona li toki insa e ni: "mi ken lanpan e ilo toki mi tan seme? seme li pali e mu monsuta ni? ona li soweli anu jan?" tenpo pimeja ni la jan Alupe li lape lili.

kipisi pi jan pali lon toki Inli:

Thank you so much for the support! Even if three notes and a comment in 14 hours doesn't seem like a lot to you, it's everything to me. as always, any feedback or corrections are greatly apreciated, I'll see you in the next part!

kipisi pi jan pali lon toki pona:

aaaa pona sina li pona tawa mi! ken la ni li lili tawa sina, taso ni li suli mute tawa mi. tawa pona!

[helenstudies]

My goals for 2024

- A diploma in Pali

- HSK 6 level in Chinese

- N2 level in Japanese

- Begin my university life in Korea

- Finish one of my OC books

- Publish one of my fanfictions

[void-botanist]

I know I only said Gren was in love with everybody but I'm beginning to think everybody's also in love with Gren

[collecting--stardust]

Can't fucking believe that I just spend hours researching about palliative care and lung cancer for a fic when I don't even do it when I'm learning about it last semester 💀

[ivymarquis]

Howdy! What fandoms do you like to write for?

I am currently neck deep in COD brainrot (never thought the day would come, I have mocked the game for years but they got my ass hook line and sinker), but also FC5, and OW.

Might also write Skyrim??? Been getting the itch to play it and fallout again. Bethesda just has me in a chokehold glitches and all.

[ellieholiday]

can u... do number 10........ pls

FUCK YEAH let’s go!!!! Pls click the Read More!

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The Cross Country Team met up once a week during the off season, even though all current members would graduate soon. The warm May weather allowed their team to only have to do off-season training, and to begin conditioning in the summer should they choose to continue their sport in college.

The evening sky was slowly turning a darker shade of blue, some thunder rolling in the distance from a few towns over. Just a few small droplets of water began to fall from the sky as Susie patiently waited for her girlfriend to finish up with her teammates Jockington and Temmie. She decided to sit down and place the umbrella Toriel had allowed (forced, really) Susie to borrow on the ground as she waited, bouncing her leg.

Far, echoed voices travelled from the far side of the cement steps as she turned around to face the three monsters grouped together in what seemed like casual conversation. The three were interrupted by a far away thunderclap, and they quickly said their goodbyes.

Noelle rushed over to Susie, golden waves bouncing down each step from her ponytail. She opened her arms and quickly embraced her girlfriend. “Susie!” She held their hug for a moment longer before letting go and locking eyes with her.

“Heh, miss me?” Susie asked smugly.

“Not as much as you probably missed me, you soft sap!” She nudged Susie’s arm lightly.

Susie pressed her lips in a fine line and dramatically rolled her eyes. “Yep! You caught me red handed here, just arrest me already,” she replied in a sarcastic tone. It was fun to tease Susie this way; she seemed to respond better to this style of flirting as opposed to something more direct and complimentary. The first few times Noelle had attempted to flirt with her ended in a very flustered and embarrassed Susie from being called a hot piece of work.

It might be a good idea to stop taking dating advice from her father.

The two walked from the bleachers over to the sidewalk. They made it a habit to walk each other to wherever they needed to go as an excuse to spend time together as Noelle would be expected to attend university in a different city many, many miles away. It was Susie’s idea honestly, to make it a point to spend time together whenever they could as summer break would come and end sooner rather than later. High school graduation would be in just a few short weeks and everyone would be going their separate ways. It was also Susie’s idea to start working shifts around town, accompanying Miss Boom in driving her to her appointments, working for Asgore to do things he couldn’t do comfortably anymore, and being a relief cashier at Sans’ convenience store to save up enough money for a much better phone suited for video calling. Her old, cracked brick of a phone could barely answer a phone call, and she couldn’t take it if she couldn’t talk to her girlfriend so many miles away.

They held hands as they walked past many viridescent trees and the town Librarby. A comfortable silence was shared between them. The occasional droplet of water turned into a light drizzle which queued Susie to promptly take off her jacket and place it over Noelle’s head. She looked up with a small smile, and leaned in closer to Susie. The purple monster used her free arm to wrap it around her girlfriend and opened the umbrella with the other, covering them both.

Noelle’s interest was piqued as they passed by Sans’ shop. “Would you wanna grab a snack with me, Susie? I don’t want a full meal but I could go for something small! Plus we’ll be inside for a little bit.” She mentioned, pointing over to the lit window. Susie nodded, her stomach grumbling at the thought of having something to eat.

“Like you even have to ask,” she mumbled as she opened the door for both of them to enter.

The tall monster looked over to a sleeping Sans hunched over the counter and shook her head, rolling her eyes. It was a miracle this place was still running with him being so relaxed about their sales. No wonder she was hired, honestly.

They made their way to the candy aisle, Noelle scanning for something fruity as Susie immediately went for a packet of jerky. She opened it to put the entirety of its contents inside her jowls, which earned a stressed and unamused expression from Noelle.

“At least pay for it first, that’s so rude!”

“Hey it’s fine! I work here- he lets me grab whatever I want when I’m working!” She motioned over to the sleeping Sans. “Besides, he owes me for covering him so last minute last week. Something about Toriel and him hanging out or something,” she said with a straight face, eyes narrowed and looking away.

Noelle face softened. “Wait… that’s actually really sweet of you, Susie.”

“LOOK-!” She silently yelled, “I did it for her, not for him!

Noelle shook her head as she laughed. “Yeah, okay sure! I am so going to tell her you said that.”

“Like hell you are!”

She ended up selecting a small bag of sour gummy worms. Susie insisted she take the bag and leave, insisting she’d “charge her for it next time I worked.”

“What, is that an excuse for me to come visit you?”

“Whatever! If you don’t want to just say that!”

The two left without leaving a penny on the counter.

They found themselves behind the shop underneath the awning, barely covered from the thick droplets of rain surrounding them. The two enjoyed their snacks as they spoke about nothing.

Noelle rested her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder and sighed. This moment of bliss was interrupted by a chuckling Susie.

“What’s so funny?” Noelle asked out of genuine curiosity.

The taller monster paused in a cold sweat and looked away before answering.

“It’s just that, and please don’t hate me, but. Your…. antlers. They poke me every time you do that- anditscute! It’s fine it’s just, y’know! Funny.” She shrugged, giving her girlfriend a small grin and putting her hands out in a defensive position.

Noelle quickly raised her head and gasped- it’s not like she could help their growth! They fall out every few months and she looked ridiculous with just the one should they choose to fall off at different times. This isn’t fair. Why would she even say that?!

“Well it sounds like you’re just going to have to get used to it!” She shrugged and shook her head exasperatedly. “I can’t believe you’re making fun of me. That’s not very nice, Susie.” She crossed her arms and pretended to huff and pout.

“Wha- I just said it was cute! What do you want me to say, that’s it’s bad and never do it again?” She asked, crossing her arms. The two pretended to be mad for just a moment longer before Susie gave up first. “What are you even doing, come back,” she said as she uncrossed her arms.

Noelle looked at the other monster’s shoulder for a moment before pondering.

“Hmm… I dunno.” She squinted her eyes in a playful way, “Will you let me hold onto your arm? As a peace treaty?” A smile crept up to her lips as she looked into Susie’s eyes.

A small blush came upon the purple monster as she extended her arm slightly as an offer. “Just come here already.”

Noelle happily obliged, taking hold of her bicep and resting her head on her shoulder again, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.

The rain had passed just enough to notice a faint rainbow forming over the horizon.

[pali-writes-atiny-bit]

Merry Christ-Matz

Pairing: Matz x afab!reader | Alpha!Hongjoong x Alpha!Seonghwa x Omega!reader

Summary: Your darling mate the Captain of Ateez, has been stressing about the holidays and all of the schedules they have to attend. Despite you and Seonghwa’s joint attempts to get him to take a breather, he just won't listen. So you decide to take matters into your own hands.

WC: 3750

AU: A/B/O, established relationship

Genre: smut with a little angst and a little fluff

Warnings: pet names (Sun/Sunshine, Star, Moon/Moonflower), D/s dynamics, humiliation/degradation, bondage (shibari), spanking, gagging, felatio, spit roasting, choking, use of a safeword, aftercare/implied aftercare, cunnilingus. Please let me know if I missed any.

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @neverendingdreams-net

A/N: Written as part of the Miroh’s Aurora Society Secret Santa. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year my dear @ghxstwrites!

Also, let it be noted that this is my first A/B/O fic so please be kind!

Header banner by @potatographics

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Hongjoong - juniper wood (and juniper berries)

Seonghwa - wintergreen mint

Y/N - grapefruit

You unlock the door and step into the apartment that you share with your bonded alphas, Hongjoong and Seonghwa. After you take off your shoes and set down your bag, you sniff the air tentatively, disappointed that you can hardly smell the woody juniper and crisp wintergreen scents of your alphas.

You sigh and hang up your coat and scarf before heading deeper into the apartment. Although it’s late into the evening their scents remain faint, indicating that they haven’t been home for several hours. Inhaling deeper, you note that the juniper is slightly more prominent - your alpha had been home at some point. If you had to guess, he came home to grab a few things, a change of clothes, before rushing back to the company.

You let out a small whimper at the sharp, bitter notes interwoven into the scent. It’s a clear indicator of the stress he is feeling. The holiday season is in full swing, and all of Ateez is swamped with various schedules; some as small groups, some as solo members and even more with the whole group of 8. As their leader - Captain - Hongjoong feels the need to ensure that all of his other members are both on-time to their schedules and taken care of in their downtime. However, this sense of duty and leadership is a heavy mantle to bear, and while taking care of the others he has forgotten to take care of himself. It’s taken you putting your foot down, with Seonghwa’s encouragement, to ensure he eats and sleeps. At least just a little.

Unfortunately, it’s clear that your efforts thus far haven’t been enough and your Alpha is sailing straight into burnout or worse, illness. You’re just going to have to take matters firmly into your own hands. You’re not quite sure what it is that you’re going to do, but you should never doubt an Omega with an agenda.

You have been with your Alphas for 3 years, through better and worse. By the time you came into the picture, Hongjoong and Seonghwa had already been together for some time. An Alpha-Alpha relationship wasn’t unheard of, but it did often require unconventional methods or a third mate to balance out the aggressive tendencies of Alpha's. A Beta was suitable due to their level headed nature, however, an Omega was preferable.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa definitely had an unconventional relationship founded on trust and the principles of BDSM. They were open about it when they began courting you and initially you were uncertain about how you would fit in. But they welcomed you with open arms and little expectations.

You allowed them to introduce you to their world of domination and submission. You were surprised to find relief and fulfillment in willingly relinquishing control to them. Over time you became their treasure; a treasure that they were both fiercely possessive and protective of. They found immense pleasure in your pleasure, and as such there was only one hard and fast rule “don’t cum without permission.” You’re allowed to touch and play, so long as you don't finish, and you've never once broken the rule.

As such, an idea comes to you as you’re showering away the grime from the day. Due to the busyness of the season, your sex-life has been, for lack of a better word, lacking. You’re quite certain that steamy sex is just what Joong needs to destress and just let it go. You’re just as certain that he won’t allow himself to be distracted by the need, the temptation, without a reason. So, you resolve to give him a reason.

You run your soapy hands up and down your soft body, imagining that they are your Alphas’ hands. Your hands are much smaller than theirs, but still your nipples stiffen with interest and you tweak them with your thumbs before pinching them between your fingers. You let out a breathy exhale as arousal zings down your spine, and straight to your core. You tug and twist the pink nubs until you’re leaking slick, your clit begging for attention.

You step out of the shower and wrap a fluffy towel around yourself. Although you dry your body briefly, your thighs remain damp from your slick. As you leave the bathroom, you drop the towel from your body and pull the duvet from your shared bed. You pull it close, allowing the cocktail of your mixed juniper, mint, and grapefruit scents to swirl around you before padding out to the living room.

As you take a seat on the couch, your gaze falls on the Christmas tree, with its softly glowing lights and twinkling ornaments. The three of you decorated the tree together before their schedules began. You smile, remembering the fun you had stringing the lights and hanging the ornaments. When it came time to place the Star at the top of the tree, Hongjoong picked you up and swung you around before placing you up on his shoulders.

After finishing the decorations, Seonghwa and Hongjoong had moved the couch to make room on the living room floor while you built a large nest in front of the tree. The three of you had admired your hard work while exchanging sweet kisses and soft touches, eventually ending the night with the sweetest sex underneath the tree.

Just thinking about the memory makes your scent sweeten perceptibly and your pussy leak more slick. You let the blanket fall loose around your shoulders and place your heels on the edge of the couch cushion. Scooching down until the backs of your thighs meet your heels, you allow your legs to fall open, exposing your center to the cold air of the apartment.

You shiver and lightly run your fingers through your folds, spreading your lips and gathering your slick. Using your slicked fingers you rub your clit in soft, slow circles. As your arousal ratchets higher your other hand naturally falls to your breast. You tweak and tug at your nipple while quickening the pace of your other hand. Every so often you pause to plunge your fingers into your weeping hole.

Your breath comes out in soft pants and when your fingers brush against your g-spot you let out a keening whine. By the time you're nearing your climax, you're working your fingers in and out of your pussy at a furious pace. You’re so close to the edge but something is holding you back. You close your eyes and turn your face into the blanket draped around your shoulders. When you inhale your senses are flooded with your intertwined scents. It is enough to push you over the precipice of pleasure.

As you come apart, lights flash behind your eyelids and blood rushes in your ears. You cry out for your Alphas with body and soul. Your pussy pulses around your fingers and slick drips onto the blanket and floor below you. Lost to the pleasure, you don't hear the keys in the door.

You're dragged back to the present by a fresh flood of sharp wintergreen. Your eyes snap open and Seonghwa gaze meets your own. With your fingers still buried in your pussy, you've literally been caught with your hand in the honey pot and his gaze reflects a mixture of lust, anger, and disappointment.

“Oh, little moonflower, you've been naughty,” he growls, stalking forward to stand in front of you. He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand before nestling it into your hair. “Why'd you have to go and break the rules, little moon? I'm so disappointed in you.”

You look away “yeah? Well I'm disappointed in you too, Alpha.”

Seonghwa doesn't miss the snark in your voice. His hand fists in your hair and he pulls your head back to meet his gaze once more. “Excuse me?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes at him, “you're excused, Alpha.”

“What has gotten into you tonight?” he mutters under his breath. His grip on your hair tightens. His gaze darkens with a promise and his scent turns smoky. “Do you want to rethink your tone, little Omega?”

A little frisson of fear trickles down your spine. Seonghwa may submit to Hongjoong’s authority but that doesn't mean he's not a formidable Dominant. When he's riled up he's actually the meaning of the two of your Alphas. Unfortunately, you've made a decision and you're going to stick to it, so you double down on your attitude.

“No, I don't think I will. My Alphas seemed to have forgotten about this little Omega, so I had to take matters into my own hands. What are you going to do about it?”

He hauls you up by the hand in the hair, taking care to not actually pull at the strands. “First, you're going to clean up your mess,” he gestures to the pool of slick on the ground, “and then I'm going to remind you why I'm your Alpha.”

“Are you sure you can, Alpha?”

He growls and forces you to kneel at his feet in front of your mess. “Go on, clean it up.” He says.

You look up at him confused. You don't have a towel or cleaning supplies handy. “How am I supposed to clean this up?”

He smirks down at you before pushing your head towards the floor with his foot. “Your mouth has been doing too much talking. Be a good girl and lick up your mess while I go grab a few things.”

When he walks away you contemplate further disobedience but think better of it. On your hands and knees you lick your sweet slick from the floor. Your face, neck and chest flush with humiliation but your scent blossoms with arousal.

You've just finished your task when Seonghwa returns. His scent has returned to his fresh wintergreen and he's carrying some emerald green, silk shibari rope and a small cardboard box. He snaps his fingers and points in front of him, “position, little moonflower.”

You crawl over to the indicated spot and assume your standard submissive position: kneeling with your butt on your heels and arms behind your back, hands classing the opposite forearm.

He makes quick practiced movements to bind first your arms, maintaining their position; and then your legs, thigh to calf. When he finishes, he caresses your face softly and coos “you look absolutely radiant like this little moon.” Indeed you do, the emerald green is a striking contrast against your skin. “Are you ready for your punishment, little Omega? Color?”

“Green. So green, Alpha” you moan, your cunt already leaking in anticipation.

Your Alpha may be slender but he effortlessly hauls you up and over his lap as he sits on the couch. He maneuvers you to place your chest on the armrest so you're comfortably supported, before smacking your ass with little preamble.

You jolt, but it barely stings. He must be going easy on you and you can't have that if you want your Captain to come home too, so you giggle and goad your Alpha. “Is that the best you can do? That kind of tickled.”

He smacks the other cheek harder, but still you goad, “barely felt that, Alpha.”

The wintergreen surrounding you tinges with the bitterness of frustration and he growls. He fishes into the cardboard box and pulls something you can't see. Bound as you are you can do little to stop him as he deftly fits a ring gag into your mouth and secures it behind your head.

Satisfied with the results, he pulls out his cellphone and presses ‘1’ on the speed dial. You hear it ring a few times before the call connects.

“What, Hwa?” snaps your other alpha. “Did you forget something?”

Seonghwa takes a calming breath before saying “I have a disobedient little Omega trussed up on my lap. I believe she requires both of us for discipline.”

You hear a muffled sound that seems a lot like a groan of frustration. “Are you sure you need me there? I still have a lot to do.”

“Moonflower broke The Rule™, Joong. For the first time. This is significant. Come. Home.”

There is a long moment of silence. “Okay. I'm coming. Be back in 45 minutes. Get her ready.” The call ends abruptly and Seonghwa tosses his phone to the side with a sigh.

“I hope you're ready, little moon, our Sunshine is more like a storm cloud today.”

He runs his hands over your asscheeks - caressing, squeezing, groping before beginning your punishment anew. These slaps are nothing like the love taps from before - he's holding nothing back. After 10, you’re squealing. At 20, you’re squirming as much as your bindings allow, trying to inch away from the punishment.He effortlessly pins you down on his lap with a forearm between your shoulder blades. And at 30, you’re a crying mess but compliant - retreated to that floaty space at the back of your mind. Your ass is a gorgeous shade of red and warm to the touch.

Seonghwa strokes a hand through your hair before trailing it down your back, over your ass, to the junction of your thighs. “You’re even prettier like this Moonflower,” he croons. “You’re crying, but your sweet cunt is weeping just as much as your eyes.” To punctuate his point, he swipes two fingers through your folds and brings it to his mouth, moaning at your taste.

“Just one thing left to do before Joong gets home,” he says while reaching down to gather more slick. He circles two fingers around your asshole before sliding them in. You moan sinfully at the intrusion. He slides them in and out with scissoring motions to open you up. You moan and sway your hips as he adds a third finger. You're close to an orgams by the time he adds a fourth finger, but he swats your ass and the pain is enough to keep you from peaking.

Deciding you’re sufficiently prepped, he reaches into the cardboard box again and pulls out a plug, one of the largest in your arsenal. He runs it through your folds several times to lubricate it with your slick before pressing it against your puckered rim. He pushes it in steadily, with small twisting motions. You groan in discomfort at the widest part, but he continues patiently until the base is fully seated.

“Now you’re perfect! Let’s get you under the tree - a pretty present for our other Alpha.”

Hongjoong’s juniper scent is all fire and ash when he bursts through the door. He slams the front door and goes to the bedroom to drop off his things. When he returns, he takes a seat on the couch next to Hwa who pulls him in for a long kiss. By the time they separate Hongjoong's scent has simmered down to juniper wood with a faint hint of smoke and Seonghwa’s wintergreen sweetened with arousal.

They both turn to look at you for several minutes. Seonghwa rebound your wrists to your thighs, so you are forced to lie with your face down and ass up. Even from the couch they can smell your juicy sugared grapefruit scent; they can see the way your thighs glisten with slick.

“Truly a perfectly presented little present, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong finally speaks. “It's a shame she's been disobedient. I think it's about time we remind her who the Masters around here are. Come, my Star,” he stands and holds out a hand to Seonghwa.

They both approach you, and you inhale their combined scents. Your Omega whines for her Alphas.

“Here's what's going to happen, little Moon,” Hongjoong says. “We're going to untie your hands and use your body for pleasure, yours and ours. You're not allowed to cum.”

“If it becomes too much, your safeword is ‘tinsel’. If you’re still gagged, two taps with your fingers,” Seonghwa continues.

While speaking, both Alphas have stripped off their clothing and taken their positions, Seonghwa in front, and Hongjoong behind you. Joong unties your hands and grabs your arms, hauling you upwards and backwards, impaling you onto his long cock.

You both moan and Seonghwa takes the opportunity to thrust into your mouth through the ring gag. You gag slightly at the intrusion, but he keeps going, burying his hands into your hair. Both Alphas quickly find their pace, thrusting at the same time so that both your throat and pussy are filled at the same.

Though they are ravaging you, your pleasure builds, and your walls tighten and flutter around Joong, who growls. “Don't you dare cum, little Moon! Only good Omegas get to cum and you haven't been very good.” To Hwa he hisses “I'm close.”

Joong releases one of your arms and instead grabs your shoulder for better leverage. He pulls you back onto him viciously. After only a few more thrusts, both Alphas lock eyes above you and spill inside of you. He releases your arms and they both pull out of you.

Removing his hands from your hair, Seonghwa also unbuckles your gag and throws it back in the box. You did your best to swallow all of Seonghwa's load but you missed some and you look absolutely debauched. Slick and cum run down your thighs and a mixture of cum and saliva dribbles down your chin.

Free of the gag, you cough and lick your lips, both to clean them and to alleviate the numbness after being stretched open. While you're recovering, they switch places. Hongjoong wraps a hand around your throat and pulls you to your feet. He squeezes, choking the blood to your brain and your mind fuzzes over further.

He kisses you savagely, all tongue and nipping teeth. At the same time, he plunges two fingers into your pussy, pushing his cum back into you. “Can't let anything go to waste,” he says, never mind that just as much is splashing back out with your slick.

He fucks his fingers into you, hitting your g-spot ruthlessly. When your legs begin to shake, he pulls his fingers free and allows you to sink back to the ground. Hongjoong holds his fingers out to Seonghwa who sucks them into his own mouth without a second thought, swirling his tongue around the digits.

They allow you a brief moment to catch your breath, before they line themselves up; Seonghwa with your soaked pussy and Hongjoong with your mouth. Seonghwa enters first, the snapping motion of his hips pushing you down onto Joong’s cock. When he pulls out you come up for a breath before the next thrust sends you down onto the cock in front of you again.

This time, you're careening dangerously towards your peak. The orgasm you gave yourself and the three stolen from you have increased your sensitivity to the max. Your nerve endings are alight and your body is wound so tight, screaming for release.

As your walls quicken around Seonghwa he paints them white. Hongjoong, however, pulls out and shoots his load on your face saying, “you don't deserve to drink my cum. Touching yourself without permission, talking back to Star, and interrupting my work, I'm disappointed in you.”

Your scent wilts into rotting grapefruits as the words echo around the walls of your subspace. Your Omega wails. Disappointed. You. Disappointing. Undeserving. Bad Omega. Failure. You speak the word ‘tinsel” and curl in on yourself dissolving into sobs.

Both Alphas freeze for a split second, their scents sharpening in alarm, you've called yellow before, but never a hard safeworded. Seonghwa is the first to jump into action, quickly cutting your bonds and pulling the comforter off the sofa. He bundles you up and barks at Hongjoong to get a warm washcloth.

He hesitated only for a moment before complying. In the time he's gone, Seonghwa moves you both to the couch where he rocks you gently in his lap. When Hongjoong returns, he uses the warm cloth to clean your face and chest before sitting and opening his arms to you.

Still crying, you climb out of Seonghwa’s lap and into his. “I'm sorry, Alpha,” you hiccup. “Please don't be disappointed in me. I just wanted you to come home.”

After taking a shuddering breath, you continue. “You've been so stressed, I thought some good rough sex would help you relieve it. I didn't mean to make it worse.”

There's a long silence, broken only by your sniffling. Both the juniper and wintergreen scents wilt with guilt.

Hongjoong breaks the silence first. “I'm so sorry little Omega. I've been so busy that I lost sight of my most important treasure.” He tightens his arms around you. “I forgot that my Moon needs her Sun and Star to shine.

“You planned for this to happen? Even though you knew you would be punished? For me?” When you give a tiny nod he continues. “It seems I misspoke then. You are the most perfect Omega I could have ever asked for. You could never disappoint me.”

Seonghwa chimes in also, “such a thoughtful Omega. I should have known you had a reason for breaking The Rule™.”

The three of you cuddle for a short time, scenting each other. Allowing your scents to combine into their signature Grapefruit Julep cocktail. Drained from all the activities, you doze off.

When you wake up a few minutes later, your head is in Seonghwa’s lap where he's stroking his long fingers through your hair. You understand what woke you up when you feel a tongue on your clit. You sit up a little and look at where Hongjoong has buried his face between your thighs.

He uses his tongue to alternate betweening scooping up the cocktail of slick and cum from your pussy (he could easily get cum drunk on the combination) and tapping rhythms on your clit. It doesn't take long until you're on the edge of the orgasm that has been denied to you for so long.

Seonghwa stops stroking your hair to pinch your nipples and you tumble over the edge with a scream. Your thighs clamp around Hongjoong’s head as your vision blacks out and you convulse, your pussy squirting all over the captive Captain.

When your body relaxes, Hongjoong emerges with a soaked face and a radiant grin. Seonghwa just shakes his head with a laugh and carries you to the bathroom to remove the plug and run you a bath, leaving him to clean up and make the bed for the three of them.

Tags: @skzdust

@daydreams-after-dark @catiuskaa I know you two are primarily Skz, but in case you were interested, here's this Ateez piece I did for my network event

[walkingstackofbooks]

Palis and Julian having something tangible, but undefined, even to them. He's in love with her, and she's crazy about him: but what they have, while closer than friendship, is queerer than romance. They're committed to the time they have together, but the future is not theirs to share, and they can live with that. Life is so much bigger than just the two of them.

M. Delon offers him the job like its a solution, as though Julian's leaving Earth - Palis - because he has to, and not because he wants to. If her dad had asked her first, she might have been able to tell him it's not like that, we're not like that - but then again, it's been three years and neither of her dads have ever managed to grasp that love does not mean in love does not mean forever love: not always, and not for them.

(Julian's in love with her, she knows - but he's a little bit in love with everything, everyone: medicine, Erit, her dads, the stars... The fact that he's already fallen in love with his future adventures as well is one of the things Palis loves most about him.

So she isn't expecting him to genuinely consider her father's unexpected proposal - to agonise over it, even.

"I don't even know if I'll be in France," she says, baffled. "You know that!"

"I know," he replies. "But I can't help thinking that, wherever you are, Paris will be a lot closer to you than Bajor."

She kisses his hair lightly. "That's an awful reason to stay."

"What - because I love you?"

His eyes are shining, and she takes his hands, smiling softly. "Because you want to explore every star you've ever seen in the night sky, and you have done since long before I knew you. Saint-Antoine is a great hospital, but it's not where you want to be, is it?"

He looks away, jaw clenched tight. "...No," he says, after a long pause. His voice is quiet. "No, it's not. But I've spent so long knowing that I'm going to leave Earth, that I don't think I've stopped to consider how it's going to feel."

"Oh, sweetheart." It's such a Julian statement, it hurts - him barrelling forward with his brain, and only stopping to note his emotions when he's forced to. "Whatever we do next year, it'll be different. I'll miss you too, but I'm so excited for all the opportunities that are going up open up for me once I'm finished with this show, all the parts I'll get to consider auditioning for. And I know you feel the same about Starfleet."

She's right, of course, although it takes Julian a couple of days to remember just how loudly space is calling to him. She gets a text from him, in the middle of one of his xenobiology classes - Can you believe no-one else knew the link between hemiradial fractures and secondary cardiac strain in Klingons?! When we're only months away from graduating! The Klingons better hope they're visiting DS9 and not somewhere else! - and she grins widely. She's going to miss him just so much, but at the same time she can't wait to receive an avalanche of excited messages when he finally gets out there for real. He's going to love it.

And, call her biased, but she's certain those aliens are going to love him right back.)

[godfistgonnalive]

v4v has been rotting my brain for the past few days i dont think . im going to make it guys .

[twig-gy]

and i'm not sorry. i wish i was, god i wish i was-

i don't know why. yet i do. yet i should be bashing down your door and begging, please, i'm sorry, let me come back-

and i know you would open your door for me. you always have and you always will. i open the door to the bathroom and you're there. you don't even bother to leave, just being there, lying in wait. you clutch me to your chest and promise things you never would have before.

but i can't be sorry.

you know, nonbelief taints. you know- how am i supposed to live as a broken thing? how am i supposed to live without Whole? do you think you can replace Him? do you think your love is more than holy? do you think He is worth deserting?

you do, don't you?

and whenever i'm thinking about you and what we did i'm wondering how i did it. how i lived like that. it wasn't living. nothing can be living for us if we aren't Whole.

sometimes i want you back. sometimes i can't even imagine wanting you back, no matter how hard i try. the sickness of the nonbeliever. blaspheme.

your love is not a kind i can take anymore.

... sometimes i lie on the ground - the bed is too good for me - and wish it would take. then i remember what i am. without Whole i am nothing. (without you i am less than nothing.)

i can't want you anymore. your sickness. it is sickness. you know that, right?

(of course not.)

(i hate you. why can't you just See? if you saw, then

it can't take. you can't take.

no matter what i want nothing but Him can take anymore.)

[lab-rat-girls]

Welcome to my song kins we got:

Jokes on you! I've been the whole time!

One being singing to its partner. Very [REDACTED] love

It's a cycle, man!!!! It's all a glorious cycle!!!!!

Hope in song form

Me when I am getting my mom on.

KILLING AND MAIMING AND KILLING

Me when I get my yuri on

But I'll tell you what I'm not a afraid to die I'm more afraid of what might happen first

ME WHEN. ME WHEN I AM A LOVE LOSER.

Epic cool cowboy moments

Haha Jonathan you're being replaced

HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I HAVE COME TO HATE-

Me when I'm Doctor Sunshine

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do~

I am the wooorssttttt you should put me down like a rabid dog but actually don't please I need to be loved

Horny AI moments

Horny moments

Cannibalism is a form of love and expressing how much I wish I was other people <3

YOU CAN GO FUCKING DIIIIIIEEEEEEEE

[sitelen-musi-lon-toki-pona]

kipisi monsi:

sitelen toki musi ni li kepeken nimi ete kepeken nimi kiki kepeken nimi puwa. jan mute lili li kepeken e nimi ni

ete: exceeding, beyond, outside

kiki: sharp, pointy, suprising, chaotic

puwa: soft, smooth, calm

oke: okay (only used by one character)

kipisi nanpa wan:

suno li open. waso li mu. jan Alupe li pini lape li lukin e suno tan lupa ona li open e lupa li lukin tan lupa e kasi pi tawa lili tan kon e kon telo sewi e nena ma. anpa nena ma la lupa li lon.

jan Alupe li toki e ni: "mi wile sona e insa pi lupa ni"

ona li pana e kon lili tan uta ona.

tomo ona li lili li jo e tomo insa tu tu taso. tomo insa tu tu ni li tomo moku li tomo lape nanpa wan li tomo lape nanpa tu li tomo supa.

ona li pali e moku lon tomo moku. ona li moku e ko jelo pi sike waso e telo kasi seli e pan sike suwi. ona li open lukin e lipu pi sona kasi. taso ona li wile sona e lupa pi nena ma. ona li tawa nena ma suli.

kon li pilin lete pona tawa jan Alupe. kasi li jo e telo lili li tawa lili tan kon. jan Alupe li lon lupa lon nena suli li pilin monsuta lili. taso wile sona li lawa e ona. ona li tawa insa pi lupa ni.

kipisi pi jan pali lon toki Inli:

hello hi i'm making a story, feel free to correct any mistakes or suggest things you want to see, this is my first attempt at writing, so any feedback at all is extremeley helpful