#and his throat closes up for a moment and his body tingles in the worst way

[hazmatazz]

yeah we've heard of mike friendzoning will, but can i have more will friendzoning mike?

[bambi-slxt]

easily overstimulated gf:

✨a very long concept✨

at first, matt thought you didn't like to be touched.

he would brush his knuckles against your cheek and you would flinch away, he would hold your hand and you could only hold his back for so long before you had to let go, he would try to comb his fingers through your hair and your skin would shiver.

so it came as a complete and total surprise when, one night, he came home late to find you in his bed, rubbing yourself, struggling to orgasm.

the door opened and your face was bathed in leftover light from the kitchen down the hall, and the hum of the washer became a half-tick louder. your hand stilled underneath his covers and your cheeks turned beet red.

before he could speak, you said, "matty...can you close the door?"

his face unreadable, he did as you asked. it snicked shut behind him, leaving the room only dimly lit by his monitor's screensaver.

you knew he'd seen. there was no getting out of this one. looking at his face, you gulped and realized you were going to explain yourself, so help him god.

"i c-...i can't..."

"can't what," he lilted. motherfucker was teasing you.

"...don't make me say itttt..."

matt's lips quirked up into a small smile. "say what? you're not making any sense, sweetheart."

"i-i need y-you to-"

he stepped closer to you, his head slightly tilted as his brain put all the pieces together. "you're gonna have to tell me, darlin'..."

unable to stand the mounting pressure in your tummy anymore, you finally find your voice out of pure desperation. "matt...please touch me."

he's on you in an instant, and all of matt's questions about your inconsistencies are suddenly answered. you didn't hate his touch - quite the opposite.

as his fingertips ghosted over your sides, your back arched with the overwashing feeling. when his lips whispered over yours, a moan rolled from the back of your throat and coated his tongue. it tasted delicious, in matt's humble opinion.

he steadied himself by bracing his forearm on the bed next to your face, his grin self-satisfied and smug as matt stroked the lines of your body all the way down to your heat, paying special attention to the stripe of skin right below your stomach.

your oh-so-sensitive nerves lit with fire under his touch and he barely gave you a moment to breathe before his index finger swiped slowly up your slit, gathering all the pleasure that he'd caused and the leftover juices you'd created from earlier.

your chest clenched as matt's ministrations sent tingles sparking all through your body, and your mouth dropped open into a lust-filled whimper.

matt's head cocked to the side as he continued to move his finger up and down the center of your folds, almost mirroring your expressions. "mhm...there we go...oh, i know, baby, i'm just the worst...awww..."

he hadn't even touched your clit yet, and you could already feel the knots pulling taut in your core. his lips brushed over your cheek as he nibbled your skin, blowing warm air over your ear as his arm stretched and flexed above your chest and down your torso.

you felt his hair, soft and slightly curled at the tips, feathering over your forehead as matt spoke gently into your brain. "give it to me," he murmured, finally dragging his soaked fingers up to your clit.

matt's eyes held yours in a vice-grip-gaze, his fingertips pressing deliciously on your bud of nerves. "i want it," he said, "cum for me, pretty girl. cum all over my hand, make a mess on my bed."

the knot snapped and with a gasp, your chest arched into him and your eyes flew shut, hips bucking into his palm. he held your kitty firmly in his hand, fingers never ceasing, hovering over your body while you rode your high, a whimpering, sensitive wreck.

"good girl...good girl, there she is...easy...come back to earth, there you go..."

his palm had flattened over your pussy and matt thought that the feeling of your heart beat, the twitching aftershocks, and the creaming wetness of your orgasm was the best thing he had ever felt.

"you okay?"

"...yeah..."

"promise?" he asked, settling up onto his side and flattening the fly-aways back to your head.

your eyes blinked slowly, blissed-out and still in the clouds. "promise. thank you matty...oh my god, thank you."

"don't thank me just yet."

"wh-"

matt rested his forehead against yours, and the next words out of his mouth made your toes curl.

"wanna feel you, sweetheart..." he mumbled, sinking his hips down to graze against yours, his hard-on painfully pressed on your folds. "wanna feel you around me 'til you milk me dry."

and if that wasn't the most heavenly thing you'd ever heard, you didn't know what was. your legs shot up to meet across his back, heels digging into his skin to bring him closer to you as he rutted his pelvis into you.

"fuck, baby...oh shit..."

you whined for him, your voice high and close to his ear. matt groaned and shoved his nose to your neck, taking hold of your skin between his teeth and sucking - hard.

you reached up with your arms and tugged at his sweats, yanking them down over the slight curve of his ass, pawing at the hem of his boxers. he continued his marking of your flesh, almost growling at your body's responses to him.

your universe had shrunken to this moment, this person, this room, this bed. your world was no bigger then the man above you.

matt kicked his way out of his sweats just enough to yank his underwear down and pull his cock out. "'m sorry, baby, i can't wait," he panted, running his cock-head along your slit. "jesus fuck."

"pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-"

"you want this?" matt's voice lay softly in the air above you, punctured by your continued begging.

"yesmattypleasenowiwantitiwantitiw-"

with a half-smile and a slow roll of his hips, matt pressed the tip of his cock through your folds, the pressure warm and wet and wonderful for both of you.

his slit practically wept pre-cum, and matt, trembling above you, dipped his head and kissed you. in the same moment, he slid himself into you full hilt, slow, steady, unrelenting.

you finished the second he bottomed out inside of you, whimpering your apologies while his eyes rolled back into his head because god you clenched around him so good-

"it's okay baby, seriously, i love it," he murmured, keeping his hips still while you quivered down from your high, brushing hair from your face. "it's how you are. and i love you."

your face scrunched into a pout as your thighs, still shaking, settled somewhat around his waist.

"hey baby?"

"y-yes?"

"can i start moving now?"

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[arieslost]

Omg thank you so much for writing my Oscar x stressed reader I felt like I related so much and your writing is just too tear I loveeeee it ❤️

I was wondering if you could do maybe like on Oscar x like a sick reader or something like that I literally have the worst flue and stomach bug atm

Thank so much -❤️❤️

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sick day | op81

you always prided yourself in going long stretches of time without getting sick, and if you did, it was only a mild cold that went away within a day or two. so, when you woke up one morning with a sore throat, you ignored it. when your nose got stuffy, you ignored it. when the uncharacteristic headache hit you, you popped some ibuprofen and called it a day.

but then you wake up the next morning and instantly know that this isn’t just a cold. the high temperature flashing back at you on the thermometer only confirms it, and unfortunately you can’t ignore this. not if you don’t want oscar to get sick too. so, when you crawl back into bed and he goes to kiss your forehead like he does every morning, you shy away from him.

“i might be sick,” you manage to croak out.

“might be?” oscar frowns. “honey, you sound like me when i first hit puberty.”

you try to glare at him, but what he said was kind of funny and your huff of laughter turns into a coughing fit that sounds nothing short of excruciating. you think you see oscar physically recoil out of the corner of your eye.

“why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” he asks once you down a few sips of water.

“because i never get sick!” you exclaim, raising a hand to your head when it pounds courtesy of your own voice. “now i’m a hazard for myself, and you. actually, you probably shouldn’t be this close to me. go away.”

you start pushing him out of the bed with your foot, and he stifles his own laughter as he gets up. “stay there, okay? i’ll take care of you.”

“no, no, i don’t want you to get sick. just leave me here and let me sweat it out or something.” you wave him off, trying to act casual, and then you cough again. “ow.”

“i’ll make tea. does your stomach hurt?” you shake your head no in response. “some toast and eggs too, then.” you open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off. “and you can’t stop me because the only way to do that is to physically kick me out, and you can’t touch me. otherwise i’ll get sick.”

“i hate you,” you grumble, even though you don’t think you’ve ever loved him more than you do in this moment.

“hang tight, baby. i’ll take care of you.” he blows you a kiss and hurries out of the room.

“don’t burn the toast!” you yell after him, immediately regretting it as your throat feels like it’s on fire the more you talk.

within the next ten minutes, you feel like you’ve sweat through your pajamas, and the sheets feel damp underneath your body. he comes to check on you and only needs to take one look at you to know something’s wrong.

“what is it?”

“i’m just… really hot. and everything feels icky.” you complain.

“okay, baby. can you sit up?” he asks, reaching for a hair tie on your nightstand. “where’s your comb?”

“top drawer.” you say as you push yourself up. “you better not come near me.”

“what are you gonna do about it? cough on me? come on,” he gestures for you to lean forward a little so he can brush your hair. “don’t worry about me. let me take care of you, yeah? no more arguing.”

“fine. but only because it hurts to talk.” you acquiesce, eyes falling shut at the tingles every brush of the comb through your hair sends to your scalp. “feels nice.”

“good,” you can hear the smile in your boyfriend’s voice as he gently gathers your hair up into a ponytail and carefully ties the elastic. “lemme get you some clothes, and then let’s go out to the couch, hmm?”

you want to tell him no, you don’t want to contaminate anything else, but you also don’t want to stay here in a puddle of your own sweat, so you let him help you change into a pair of his sweats and an old t-shirt, and because he’s being so sweet, you don’t pull away from him when he takes your hand and leads you out to the living room.

you situate yourself on the couch, clutching your water bottle in your hands for dear life. not necessarily because you feel like drinking it, but because it’s cold and it feels good. meanwhile, oscar is bustling around looking like he’s doing five things at once. one moment he’s moving the eggs around in the pan, the next he’s getting sheets out of the linen closet, and then he’s in the bathroom with the sink running.

“i could get used to this,” you tease, managing to not sound completely miserable as he brings over two cool cloths. one goes on your neck, and the other rests against your forehead. “ah, my fever’s already gone.”

“nice try,” oscar says, adjusting the cloth on your forehead a little. “eggs are almost done, you ready to eat?”

“are you gonna feed me?” you bat your eyelashes at him, and promptly have your second coughing fit of the morning.

“i might have to, you can barely talk without almost coughing up a lung.” he moves into the kitchen and begins making up a plate for you, followed by pouring hot water into a mug and placing the tea bag in before adding some honey and stirring it. “i didn’t burn the toast, so i expect a five star rating.”

“we’ll see about that,” you say, eagerly accepting the mug of tea when he holds it out and taking a long sip. even though it’s hot, it feels incredible as it goes down your throat. “i’m willing to give you bonus points for the tea.”

“that doesn’t count, i didn’t actually make that. c’mon, have some food.” he takes the mug from you and replaces it with the plate of toast and eggs.

you eat without complaint, but your nose being so stuffy kind of takes away from your ability to taste. all the same, you make your reactions as enthusiastic as possible. oscar’s a pretty decent cook, you both know it, but it’s been a running bit in your relationship to smack talk his skills in the kitchen.

“thanks, oz.” you say quietly when you’re done eating and you’ve drank two cups of tea. “i feel a lot better already.”

“you look sleepy,” he points out, flipping both cloths so the cooler sides can be on your skin.

“no, ‘m fine.” you disagree, even though you can feel yourself sinking back into the couch and your eyelids getting heavy.

“take a nap, honey. you’ll feel even better if you let your body rest.” he stands up to clear your dishes, and you stop him by weakly grabbing the bottom of his shirt. “what’s the matter?”

“nothing, just… want you to stay.”

“of course, baby. one second.” he’s quick to put your dishes in the sink before he’s back at your side, and you waste no time in slumping against him. “are you sure you want to cuddle? you feel pretty hot still.”

“i’m always hot, you tell me all the time.”

he sighs, knowing he won’t win this unless he wants to deal with you being sick and annoyed that he won’t do what you want. “touché, honey.”

you don’t answer, so wrapped up in the comfort oscar gives you even though you’re still hot and he’s often your personal heater. strangely enough, his body heat combats the fever heat in a way that’s so nice you don’t even really notice yourself losing consciousness. meanwhile, oscar leans back against the couch, making sure the washcloth stays put against your head and your ponytail doesn’t fall out when you shift in your sleep.

of course, he ends up getting sick a week later, but you’re quick to drop everything and take care of him, just like he did for you.

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[joelswritingmistress]

Neighbors With Benefits: Part 4 (Joel Miller x f! reader)

Part of the #hotdilfsummerchallenge @hellishjoel

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 3600

Warning: Smut, Smut and more smut. Age gap (23 & 42)

“I, uh…” You let out a deep breath and felt him glance over your shoulder at the open photo album. “I’m sorry.” You closed the book, “I just heard my parents pull in and was looking out the window. I toyed with the cover of this. It’s not my business, I’m sorry.” You were rambling and felt a sudden rush of emotion.

Joel sighed and when he parted from you, you expected the worst. You turned to face him and he looked you directly in the eye.

“We’re not together anymore,” he confessed. The words impaled you with instant relief, dulling the pain that had immediately made home in your chest.

“Okay.” You nodded and then shrugged, “I shouldn’t have opened it. I didn’t even realize-”

“It’s okay.” Joel ran a hand through his hair and took a single glance down at the book before regaining your stare. “We bought this house together in the winter. We thought moving and starting fresh somewhere would help our marriage.” He eyed the hardwood floor for a moment. “There’s an old saying: ‘wherever you go, there you are’. That’s what happened. After the initial high wore off of buying the house and settling in, the same old fights started and we were just as.. distant.”

“I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “I didn’t mean to bring this up.”

“It’s fine. I should have told you.”

“So, you’re divorced?”

Joel cleared his throat, “We’re separated. Her name is still on the house but I pay everything here - barely.” He scratched the back of his head, “She moved in with her sister up in Lakeway back in March.”

This is heavy. You took a deep breath and swallowed hard, not knowing what to say.

“If this changes things, or if you’d rather not-”

Right away you cut him off. “It doesn’t.” The words couldn’t have left your mouth fast enough. You knew you would have time to process it all later, but in that moment there’s not a bone in your body that could have led you out of Joel’s bedroom. “You’re not together…”

Joel shook his head. “No. We haven’t lived together for three months, decided to officially call it quits right after Valentine’s Day.”

That’s really sad, you thought.

A part of you felt guilty. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Joel studied your features and then raised a hand up to touch your cheek before resting his palm there. You covered it with your own and kissed the heel of his hand. Watching Joel’s eyes close sent tingles down the length of your back.

“I haven’t done much of this in the last year,” he confessed in a voice just above a whisper. “I can’t get enough of you, baby. I forgot how much I missed it.”

When his hand moved to toy with your hair you moved back to him and left a single, closed-mouth kiss on his lips, letting it linger for an extra few seconds.

 Joel’s arm slunk around your lower back. "Come to bed," he urged.

You kissed him again and felt his eyes on you. For the first time you sensed his vulnerability. “Okay.”

***

Restless - that's how you felt that night in Joel's house. There was nowhere else you would have rather been, but even in dreams your subconscious willed you to the feelings of guilt and worry. You dreamed up some abstract version of Joel’s wife in your mind and it was ultimately the image that jolted you awake.

Your eyes snapped open, and you breathed heavily as you sat up in bed. A light sweat decorated your forehead and you glanced around the dark room. Next to you, Joel slept soundly and it calmed your nerves just a bit. He laid peacefully still on his side facing you. Even in the darkness he looked as good as ever, and watching him sleep gave him an angelic appearance that wholly complimented the fiery passion he’d brought into your life as of late.

You took a moment to admire him, noting to yourself that you might never see him in that near-perfect way again. The thought made your body feel heavy; your core feel numb. Still, you couldn't look away. You didn’t know what this newfound relationship actually was. Your next move was selfish, but you couldn’t help it.

"Joel..." you whispered his name and ran your hand across his stomach before resting it on his side.

You were aware that he had to be up for work early in the morning, and at that moment he slept so soundly. Still, the rush of emotion you felt from watching him lay there gnawed at you enough to wake him up.

"Joel."  You said his name a little louder this time and traced your hand up and down his bare torso.

He stirred in the darkness and sat up abruptly, looking around in all directions. "What?" Joel cleared his throat, still in a subconscious, delirious state. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair as he looked over at you.

"Nothing, I’m sorry, I.." You shook your head 

"Are you alright?" He took in your body language and then looked back up to meet your stare.

 You nodded. "Yeah..."

Joel's eyes moved side to side, reading deeper into your expression. Before he could take a guess at the two or three things that entered his mind,  You leaned in and kissed him.

When you pulled back briefly you immediately went back in for another, this time kissing him harder.

"I'm sorry," you whispered again against his lips as he finally reciprocated and pulled you back to him. "I know you have to wake up for work." The last word was smothered into his mouth as he grew more aggressive in his pursuit of you.

Joel moaned into your mouth and urged you completely on top of him. "You can wake me up any time," he whispered, guiding your face back to his.

You loved making out with Joel, especially as you had sex. With no barrier between the two of you, you straddled him and positioned yourself so he could easily slide up into you with a subtle lift of his hips.

Joel guided you back, securing his hands on the outsides of your hips as you sat upright on him. He moaned when you moved in the right way and stared up at you with sleepy, heavy eyes. "Go ahead honey," Joel bit down on his lower lip and his eyes finally closed when you jolted your hips forward.

Your fingertips dug into his chest as you pushed off of him, feeling every inch he had to offer as you moved in a consistent, fluid fashion on top of him. "God Joel..." The headboard slammed into the wall and you closed your eyes when you felt his hands grip your harder.

"Fuck, baby." Joel groaned as you carried on, allowing you to have full control for the first time. He bucked his hips up once, making you physically cry out as he launched up into you with extra force.

He repeated the motion again and again, holding you in place as he drilled you from below. Your fingers dug deep into the fronts of his shoulders now, you found yourself struggling to catch a breath in between moans. You couldn’t have controlled what you were feeling if you tried.

Joel roughly pulled your face down to his and your lips collided hard as he aggressively penetrated your lips with his tongue.

"I want you to come on my dick," Joel whispered into your mouth. He kissed you sloppily again and then laid flat, clutching your hips again as he continued to thrust into you from below.

You couldn't control yourself when his cock continued to pound the same spot inside of you. Each fluid movement he made left your body aching with pleasure and your thighs trembled from how tense your body was. 

“Don’t stop,” you choked out, pushing back off his chest again into an upright position.

When his hands reached up to engulf your breasts you covered them with your own, locking your fingers through his as you continued to ride him more forcefully.

"That's it." His aroused, husky whispers encouraged you to continue. Each heavy breath he let out let you know that what you were doing was effective for both of you.

Joel hummed your name now, dropping his hands from your breasts as he took in the image of you on top of him. "You're so fucking... " he moaned again to end the sentence and then felt the dominant part of him take over.

He sat upright, pulling your face to his and kissed you again. Joel’s force was needy and hungry. It left you groaning into his mouth.

Without warning he pulled out and pinned you on your back in the center of the bed. Without wasting a second, he re-entered you, pushing your knees apart as he began to fuck your harder. You whimpered and gripped the comforter, gasping his name as you clawed at his thighs.

Joel’s head fell back and he groaned in such a way that you were sure he was close. You felt it, too - the intensity; the build up.

His upper body collapsed onto you and Joel buried his face into the nook of your neck. Your mouth hung open when you felt his teeth graze your skin. "I'm going to..." you barely got the words out. "Joel..."

 Your eyes pressed shut harder when he moaned again. The sound of the headboard hitting the wall became louder and more consistent, urging him on as he never let up.

Again, an explosion of warm pleasure filtered through your body, and you knew that Joel could feel the pulsing sensation that ultimately milked his dick of everything he had to offer. He let it all out - panting, breathing, moaning. Joe’s body rocked on top of yours as he completely finished into you with a lengthy orgasm of his own.

You held onto him as his back heaved up and down. Joel swallowed hard and let out a final, quiet groan into your ear.

"Fuck, baby" He kept his face buried against you as you held him. "I don't think I'm going to ever get sick of fucking you like this."

You let out a deep breath and held onto him harder, shifting one hand up to cradle the back of his head. "That makes two of us."

He laid there for several minutes beneath you as you stroked the waves of his thick, brown hair. With each breath he seemed to come back down to earth a little more. When Joel finally lifted his head he kissed you once, letting his lips linger. With another breath, he pushed himself up off of you and laid on his back for a moment before blindly reaching across to the nightstand for his phone.

You watched him fiddle with the device for a moment and then smiled when he turned to you with a grin.

"I just set my alarm to wake up a half hour early," he informed you.

You pressed your eyebrows together but continued to smile. "How come?"

Joel set the phone down and then laid back down and let out several more breaths. "Because honey... every morning I wake up alone with my cock harder than a steel pipe.” He closed his eyes and let his hand fall lazily over his eyes.

What a visual. You snickered and sank into the pillow beside him and cuddled against his glistening body. Your knee curled up over his leg as you laid on your side with your arm around his waist. 

“I can give up a half hour of sleep if we can start the day just like this.” Joel was still breathing heavily as he spoke and draped an arm around you to bring you in closer.

That next morning when Joel’s phone went off you felt your heart race as you crossed over from the realm of dreams to reality. After the midnight romp you had initiated, you had slept soundly wrapped up in one another.

For a moment you had to decipher if you really were awake. Everything that had happened the night before could have easily passed for the sweetest and most erotic of dreams. When the repetitive sound coming from the night stand came to an abrupt stop, you glanced over and saw Joel fiddling with the phone's screen. He then set it down and turned to face you.

A smile formed on his face beneath a sleepy stare, and you felt the rush of butterflies that had been a constant feeling as of late. You could feel it in your chest that you were already starting to fall for him.

Joel's eyes never left yours as he tossed the covers away and held out a hand without saying a word.

You took in his naked body in the darkness as he stood without reservation waiting with a head of messy hair.

He wasn’t lying about the steel pipe. You maintained a sleepy smile, unable to even feel a bit self-conscious because of his own comfortability in his own skin. Joel always appeared both confident and amused, and those positive feelings projected themselves onto you. You reached a hand up and Joel eagerly pulled you out of bed, chuckling when you laughed from the force of his action. Immediately your lips connected.

You tried to keep the moment going but he parted from you after a few seconds and towed you by the hand toward the door.

"Where are we going?" you asked him.

Joel reached for the handle and pulled it open with his free hand. He glanced over his shoulder, still grinning. "I can't go into work smelling like I just fucked half the night." He raised his eyebrows with a boyish grin and flashed a wink, "And I'm guessing you wouldn't want to go home in that condition either."

He pushed open the partially open bathroom door and turned on the less intense of the two lights though both of you squinted.

Joel removed a set of towels from a small closet and then turned on the shower. "You, uh," he smiled and pointed, "Need a second one for your hair?"

You shrugged and then gave a subtle nod. He winked again and tossed the towel playfully in your direction, making you giggle.

Joel reached for your arm now, pulling your back to him and the two of you shared a laugh. Joel kissed you again, purposely letting his hands wander to all the right parts of your body in a teasing fashion as the water warmed up.

"Put your hands flat on the sink," Joel whispered into your ear before taking part in turning you around.

 You closed your eyes for a moment, anticipating him upping their intimacy. Your fingers tightened around the edge of the sink when you felt him enter you. When his hands slid up to cup your breasts, your eyes opened and you met his gaze in the mirror as he began to kiss up your neck toward your ear.

He thrusted once and your eyes almost closed, though you held his eye contact.

"Mmm..." Joel smiled wickedly when you grinned in the midst of the initial pleasure. He bit down on your earlobe as he thrusted gently into you, "Keep eye-fucking the shit out of me."

You couldn't look away now - not after he said that. He continued to fuck you, alternating between glancing down to take in your figure and regaining your stare in the mirror.

Steam began to filter into the bathroom as the water grew warmer. He let out a breath and covered your hands with his own on top of the vanity, kissing along your neck down to your shoulders as he did.

You both loved and hated when he grew more sensual in your embrace. Each time he kissed you gently or locked his fingers with yours, your feelings for him increased - like a thermometer indicating the temperature was getting hotter, only you didn’t know how to make it go down. 

"Come shower with me, honey." His teeth latched onto your earlobe again and he opened his eyes to meet your gaze in the mirror again.

You didn't want to separate yourself from him, though the thought of showering together was far too tempting to pass up.  You turned partway and kissed him several times in a row before Joel backed away and pulled the shower curtain to the side so the two of you could get in.

He reached for a bar of soap on the ledge and spun your around again, securing his arms around your and drawing the bar of soap across your breasts and down your stomach, gently caressing the areas as he lathered up your body.

You closed your eyes and focused on every action he took. It was all erotic and new. You had never had a sexual encounter that even came close to what you had experienced with Joel in just a few short days.  When his hands moved to your upper back, you shuddered and smiled, melting into him.

He dug his thumbs into your muscles, kneading the area upon placing the soap back down and then carefully encouraged you to bend over without stopping the sensual, soapy massage.

Joel slid back inside of you, watching as beads of water trailed the length of your back, dropping off at the curves of your hips. He kept his hands secured on your shoulders, continuing to dig his fingers into the muscles of your upper back as he picked up from where you left off in front of the mirror.

"God Joel..."  Your hands fell flat against the wet square tiles on the wall. It immediately triggered the memory of your first night together in the bathroom at the bar. You let out a breath, feeling like you were injected with some type of drug. The warmth of the water crashing down on the two of you, the feel of his hands as they kneaded the tense muscles in your back and the perfectly matched pace of him thrusting into you made your legs begin to shake. Each time you felt like you'd been hit with the most pleasurable experience of your life, Joel did something else to surpass the time before.

When he abruptly stopped you turned your head in an attempt to make eye contact with him, though his eyes were closed and his jaw clenched. A smile crossed your face when you recognized his inability to control himself and you were tempted to force him to continue to get some self-gratification that you held some type of power over him the way he did with you.

Instead, you reached for the soap and turned around, finally making his eyes snap open.

"Give me a fuckin' minute." He swallowed hard, but managed a small, painful smile and watched as you began to draw the soap across his chest. Joel re-closed his eyes allowed you to continue as you returned the favor, soaping him up and massaging for a few seconds before reaching below his waist.

 You smiled to herself again, taking in his features.

"Easy there, baby." Joel didn't smile this time. His jaw tensed again and he reached for your arm, tightening his fingers around your wrist as you began to have your way with him. He slowly forced your hand away and caught the other one when you attempted to grab a hold of him again. Joel chuckled and let his eyes flicker open partway, "You ain't gonna get yours if you keep doing that."

"I don't care."  You perched herself up onto your toes and pressed your lips to his once.

"I do." He tipped his mouth up in a smirk. "I like making a woman come."

"Well maybe you've met your match Joel."  You winked at him this time and Joel laughed a little louder.

"I think you're fuckin' right. I'm about to blow my load after two minutes like I'm fuckin' sixteen."

You laughed again, pleased to know what you did to him and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and kissed him partially beneath the warm water.

Joel moaned into your mouth and picked you up by the backs of your legs, planting your back against the wall so you sat in his hands.

You shuddered from the cool feel of the tiles in the midst of the steam and the heat and locked your legs around his waist as he easily entered you again.

"This isn't going to fuckin' take much," he whispered into your mouth, kissing your again with a hard enthusiasm.

"It's okay," you gasped the words out.

Joel secured his mouth to his, aggressively pursuing your tongue and your body at once.

You held his wet body tightly against yours and lived vigorously in the moment as you had been for days. When you felt that he was close you decided to match the demands he often whispered in your ear during your love-making.

You broke off the kiss to let your lips caress the center of his ear. "Let it out," you whispered, clutching a fistful of his wet, dark hair as you did.

Joel felt a surge of arousal and he couldn't deny her; not in the heat of the moment.

I've definitely met my fuckin' match, he thought.

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[kai-anderson-whore]

Temptations (Kit Walker x nun fem reader) smut

Requested by @mrsmarch64 thank you so much for this request sorry it took so long to write 🥰

Summary: reader is one of the sisters at the asylum and has the hots for kit which leads to something else

Warnings: smut, kit being accused of crimes, asylum, sex, oral reader receiving, virgin reader, Christianity, religion, getting caught, punishment, solitary confinement

Taglist: @spill-the-t @iluwmycats @lili-tate @evanpeterswifeyy868 @jademunson @evanpetersfansblog @howtobesasha @lustforeverrrr @fand0mh03

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Working in the asylum was hard you didn't like the hard punishment the patients get expecially one person in particular kit walker. You knew from the get go he was innocent you saw it in his eyes when you would have discussions as part of his treatment.

As the months grew you began to have feelings for kit, he didn't know until he caught you giving him lingering glances in which he gave you a smirk in return. You knew you shouldn't feel such feelings towards anyone the feelings of lust, desire, neediness. But that all changed when kit came along.

You and kit were in the kitchen he was helping you make bread for the local bakery. You were kneeding the dough whilst kit was cleaning up some of the dishes that you weren't using anymore. "You know sister y/l/n I still don't get why your the only one of the nuns and workers that is nice to me why" kit's voice broke the lingering silence between you both.

You were caught off guard you stopped kneeding the dough you breath hitched in your throat. You didn't know how to approach this or what to say, "well I could tell you were innocent from the moment I saw you kit I saw it in your eyes and in your time spent here you never laid a finger on anyone only spoke your innocence and truth".

Kit watched you closely noticing you haven't moved from your spot your eyes focused on the dough in front of you. "Sister your the only one who believes me here I can't thank you enough" kit whispered you hadn't realised he was right behind you, "you don't have to thank me" you whispered back the heat rising through your body.

You knew you shouldn't feel this way you made a vow to God you knew it was wrong to even feel this way. You felt kit's hands on your arms his mouth closer to your ear feeling his hot breath on your neck the scent of his last cigarette still lingering almost bringing you to your knees.

"But I want to sister, I saw the way you look at me it's definitely not how the lady of the cloth should look at someone" he chuckled his hands rubbing your arms your breath hitched feeling like shocks of electricity through your body.

"Kit we can't what if we get caught and plus I'm a woman of God we simply can't it's a sin" you whimperd feeling his erection against your back making your mind cloud with lust. You wanted to desperately just let him take you then and there but you had it drummed in your head that it was sinful and in this places eyes it was probably the worst thing to to give in to your sexual desires to a patient.

"I mean with the things that happen in here I think this is the last of anyone's problems sister" his breath tingling on your skin sending shivers down your spine but you knew it was right plus you couldn't fight it anymore you wanted him and he wanted you. You turned around now pinned against kit and the counter. Kit's arms on the counter shielding you in a devilish smirk on his lips his eyes scanning you like prey making you weak at the knees.

His eyes bored into your nervous ones, you could see the lust in them how they darkened as he thought about all the unholy things he wanted to do with you right now. You swallowed a lump in your throat trying to speak but before you could even get a word out kit crashes his lips on yours. Filled with hunger and passion your eyes wide open in shock before slowly closing them responding to the kiss.

You hands on the back of his neck holding him close the worry of you not being a good kisser in the back of your mind. Kit's hands on your hip pulling you closer till his erection poked your thigh, he pulled away from your lips traveling to your neck sucking and slightly biting on the exposed skin. "God I want you so bad" he groaned you couldn't help but let out a small moan a sound that never left your lips before turning your cheeks a flush pink shade as kit continues his work on your neck.

Your hands pressed against his chest as his own went to the back of your thighs guiding you on the counter your uniform bunching up revealing your bare legs to him. His lips pressing up your leg till his head was under your dress placing a kiss on your clothed clit an audible gasp leaving your lips. Your skin burning with desire while kit's fingers hooked your underwear peeling them off your legs and onto the floor.

"You ready sister y/n?" He asked looking up at you through his long lashes the sight made you even more wetter. You nodded your head unable to let the words leave your lips. "I'm going to need you to use your words sister" kit softly chuckled a small smirk tugging on his lips seeing the effect he had on you already. "Yes kit please" you whimperd pushing your thighs together desperate for some sort of friction.

Kit slotted himself between your legs kneeling down placing his lips on each of your thighs one last time before pressing a sloppy kiss on your clit. A loud gasp leaving your lips, your head pulled back, jaw slack the feeling overwhelming yet so good. Kit kitten licked your clit stimulating you hearing the sounds of your moans fill his ears.

"You know sister your gonna have to keep quiet" he teased yet warned.

All you did was nod trying to keep your mouth shut in fear you would get caught. Kit continues his work on your throbbing heat the pleasure unbearable for you since this was the very first time you did anything of this sort. Kit then darted his tongue in your entrance his nose brushed over your clit adding a whole new pleasure to the mix. You had to put your hand over your mouth to block out the moans leaving your lips "Oh god" you moaned against your own hand as you felt yourself close to the edge.

Kit never missed a beat bringing you to your first orgasm keeping your hand secured on your mouth tears brimming your eyes completely overwhelmed of the feeling of euphoria. Kit went back to licking you through your high your legs slightly shaking from overstimulation. Licking up your arousal kit pulled away from your heat standing straight licking his lips. You went to jump off the counter to return the favour but kit stopped you before you could even get off.

"What you doing?" He asked his brows furrowed, "returning the favour" you said feeling slightly embarrassed kit smiled shaking his head. "Nah you don't need to worry about that this is about you right now I want to make you feel good" he stated kissing your lips again letting you taste yourself on his tongue. freeing his painful erection kit lined up with your entrance you took a deep breath squeezing your eyes preparing yourself for what's coming next.

You felt the pain as he slowly pushed into you. "I'm gonna need you to relax I know it hurts but I promise it will go away" he reassured you peppering your face with his lips distracting you from the pain. Before you knew it he bottomed out staying still letting you adjust to the foreign feeling. Kit stretched your walls perfectly as you told him to move once the pain turned into pleasure.

Thrusting into your wet pussy, your hand holding him close by the neck your breathing was heavy the sweat building up as he thrusted into you with a passionate pace. The thought of getting caught and the fact you gave yourself to god left your mind all that occupied it was kit and the way he made you feel.

"Your so beautiful" he whispered against your lips making you want those plump lips on yours.

"Kiss me" you said kit smiled before giving in to your need for his lips. Kissing you with the amount of passion his hips gave into you. It felt more than a quick fuck meaningful if you will. Kit swallowing your moans feeling that knot form one more time until.

"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE!"  A voice startling you both heads snapping to the person who caught you. Your heart dropped seeing sister jude standing there in horror kit pulled out of you quickly fixing yourself dreading what's to come next.

"Sister jude I'm so sorry" you pleaded making your way over to her. "My office NOW you too Mr walker" she said coldly your heads hung low following your boss into her office for your punishment.

Standing behind the chair sister jude sat on her own eyeing you both up clearly thinking about the punishment you both will receive. "You sister y/n I expected more from you not to give into the temptations of the devil" the disappointment oozing in her tone. "I'm sorry sister jude I know I shouldn't have but I'm only human I just wanted to see what it would be like just once" you whimperd the tears brimming your eyes.

"No sister jude it's all my fault I came onto her please don't punish her" kit pleaded with jude who scoffed at you both. "You are both equally as guilty" you couldn't even hear anything anymore everything else was a blur all you remembered was the backs of your  legs stinging and you were sent to your room as well as kit you were also punishment in some sort of solitary confinement in your room for a week.

All you could think about is kit and the whole kitchen situation late at night. You missed him already you wondered if he regrets it since it got him into trouble but you wouldn't find that out till you were out of punishment.

[zealousllamawolf]

Prompt from a Request (Alastor X FemReader) R+18

!!Minors DNI!!

Pairing- Alastor x Reader

Summary Reader is on their period where Alastor can't help but treat himself.

Word Count- 2K

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  Your first period in Hell was the worst, and they did not have birth control to help with the flow which you took religiously when you were alive, unfortunately you were cursed with heavy periods. Though at the time you did not know sinners still had periods. So, there you were sitting next to Angel at the bar nursing a drink when you laughed at something Husk said when the familiar feeling occurred between your legs. Immediately you were alarmed, NO, it can’t be!

  Your face went blank void of all emotion, and you stood up sliding off the bar stool, letting the chair legs scrap on the floor. Without looking up at anyone your eyes fixed to the ground, you quickly waddled your way to your room with your hands behind you covering your backside, knowing the blood had already seeped through your leggings. You pull up a hand to reveal bloody fingers.

  “No, no, no.” You whine getting closer to your room rounding the corner when you bump into something hard, stumbling backwards. You groan and look up at Alastor’s grinning face.

  “My my, you seem to be in a hurry.’’ Alastor says smirking down at you, reaching out his arms he grabs your shoulders, steading you. You take a step back out of Alastor’s personal space since you knew he did not like anyone to touch him or be overly close, but surprisingly he steps closer, and did not release your shoulders.

  Over the past couple of weeks staying at the hotel you made sure you did not do anything to upset Alastor, he was terrifying, and you always felt uneasy around him. His smile was unnerving as it was but when he stared, you just wanted to sink into the floor.

  “I-… Yes, I need to handle something that is pressing.” You say talking with your hands to express more urgency. Suddenly Alastor snatches your hand examining your slick fingers. He leaned forward and pulled your hand to his face, taking a deep inhale, closing his eyes savoring the scent. You blush at the intimacy of the moment, rubbing your legs together uncomfortably. Alastor was smelling your blood from the most private part of your body; you thought cringing inwardly.

  “Are you hurt I can only assume since the blood” his voice dangerously low when he said blood, you could barely hear him over the static that grew louder around both of you. He opened his eyes looking down at you with half lidded eyes like he was high off the scent of your blood. The intense way he was looking at you left you speechless, the desire behind his eyes sending a warm feeling pool in your groin. No, stop, he just wants your blood that’s kinda his thing, right?

  “N-no, I am fine,” gulping from your throat going dry, “it’s more a personal matter.” You stumble over your words as he brings your hand closer, pressing them to his lips, before pulling them back slightly. Your heart rapidly starts to beat in your chest as you watch him lick his lip as soon as he licked the blood his eyes grew wide at the taste.

  “Irresistible.” Alastor whispers bringing your hand to his lips before slowing sliding one of your fingers in his mouth. Your breath hitched at the sensation, sending tingles down your arm. You bite your lip to hold back a moan when his tongue swirled around your finger ever so lightly. Alastor lets out a groan, gripping your arm tightly slipping in another finger in. You take a step back in a daze, your back hits a wall, grateful for the support you lean your full weight against it. As revolting as this was your body betrayed you by being turned on by the mere thought of Alastor’s mouth on your skin.

  In one swift movement Alastor pins you against the wall, slipping your fingers out of his mouth leaning in close enough to feel his breath on your lips, he rests a hand on your hip gently griping, while he slides one under your chin lifting it up.

  “I need another taste, ma bichette*” he inhales sharply as you press your lips to his sliding your hands up his chest wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling him closer. He moans at your eagerness, deepening the kiss he slides his hand around your throat gently squeezing softly making you groan at the pressure. You break the kiss looking at Alastor through half lidded lust filled eyes, turning your head allowing more of your neck exposed.

  “Then take it.’’ You whine. Alastor dips his head down lightly biting down, compelling you to inhale quickly, holding your breath waiting for the pain to start. Alastor shifts and slides a leg between yours, spreading them open till his thigh pressed to your mound, chuckling menacingly Alastor trails his nose up the length of your neck, nipping at your ear lobe.

  “Oh, mon cheri, so willing to give yourself to me already.’’ He grinds his thigh against your heat. “Your neck isn’t the place I want to indulge in.” It takes you a moment to think through the fog that clouded your judgement, but you eventually understand what he meant, when the realization comes to you, your face instantly burns up.

  “Al… I-I did not think you really cared for that type of thing.” You say groaning at the constant friction Alastor was making. You look down and notice a wet spot forming on his pants, you whisper. “You’re going to dirty your suit if you continue to do that.” You say, silently hoping he will continue, since it felt so good, you have not been touched for years prior to dying. Even though Alastor scared you at times you could not stop the way he was making you feel, trembling at his every touch.

  “You’d be mistaken my dear, this is only an act for my entertainment.” Alastor laughs lightly but his eyes told you another story. They had turned to radio dials, which is when you noticed all the other strange things happening around you. The lights were flickering, and the air was thick with static pulsing around you, but most importantly Alastor’s frame was slightly larger than normal, and his antlers had grown towering over you. “You are just the toy I decided to play with.”

  You stomach tighten when he finished speaking, the thought of him just using you for something only he would want was thrilling as much as the feeling of his mouth on your cunt. Being eaten out by him while on your period still grossed you out, but the question of pleasure was on the line so you caved.

 “P-please be g-gentle with me.” You whimper, pushing down Alastor’s thigh away from your throbbing core, grabbing his hand you pull him the rest of the way to your room.

Before the door is even closed you feel Alastor’s hand on your lower back leading you to your bed, you try to make your way to the bathroom to clean up a bit but, you are stopped when Alastor’s hand snakes around your waist pulling you closer to his side.

“Alastor, I need to get a towel.’ You say shyly. “I bleed rather a lot and I don’t want to—.’’ Alastor laugh fills the room cutting you off.

“Oh dear, do relax. I am not going to let a single drop on your covers.” Your face burns wondering what you have gotten yourself into.

 In no time you are lying on your back, while Alastor stands in front of you between your legs. He sheds his coat, neatly laying it across your bed, then proceeds to unbutton his cuff rolling his sleeves up just below his elbow, watching as his muscles flex under his skin. Your eyes trailed his every move never seeing Alastor this excited, head tilted, smiling coyly down at you. The dim light casts a shadow across his upper face making his eyes glow redder somehow, sending a thrill down your spine. Alastor kneels sliding his hands up your thighs stopping at the top of your stretchy leggings, curling his fingers under your waistband dragging his nails against the skin at your hips hard enough to leave thin trails of blood in their wake, making you shudder with pain and excitement.

“Lift your hips up.” Alastor commands, you raise your hips up slightly as he shimmies your pants and panties down past the curve of your ass. You lift your legs once the fabric bunches at your knees allowing him to slide the rest down, taking them off. Once bare from the waist down fully exposed to Alastor, his hands slide up your calf, lightly gripping your knees he slowly spreads your legs open reveling your drenched cunt on display. You bite your lip trying to focus on something other than Alastor and settled on a stain on the ceiling. Alastor did not miss your shyness and refusal to look at him. He shakes his head he could not have that now, could he?

“Look at me, doe.” he says sternly, planting soft trail of kisses down your inner thigh, slowly making his way down your leg to your center. His other hand was gripping your other thigh pushing your leg down into the bed, locking you into place. You felt his hot breath on your core before he licked the skin between your leg and your outer lips. The action makes you both groan, forcing your hips to jerk up at the sudden contact. “You’re so intoxicating.” He whispers before he starts to slide his tongue everywhere but the places you need to be touched. Your cunt clenches at the close calls aching for his tongue.

“Al-Alastor, stop t-teasing me.” you whimper barely able to contain your need for more. You runt your hips up trying to force his tongue to slip up and do what you wanted. You look down at his smirking up at you with a sly smile almost as if he was enjoying watching you squirm under his hold. He skims lightly up the length of your fold watching your reaction. You moan and arch your back clenching the covers in tight fists. 

Alastor runs his smooth tongue over your clit making your hips jump, sending shivers of pleasure throughout your whole body. You feel him chuckle against your cunt before he starts to add pressure to your sensitive nub drawing light circles tantalizingly slow. You run your hand under your shirt lifting it up as you go, slipping your bra over your breasts, rolling your one of your nipples between your fingers.

“Such a sweet taste you have dear.” Alastor growls sliding his tongue down your slit before plunging into your core making you moan feeling heat pool at the base of your stomach. As he keeps feasting on the blood pouring out of you his tongue curled up and swiped across your sweet spot sending a puling sensation though out your body. How is his tongue so long?

“Al… please do that again.” As if on cue he curls his tongue up again and adds more pressure. After what seemed like eternity his intense suckling increased, making the coil in your core snap releasing a flow of cum and blood into Alastor’s mouth, making him grip your thigh, feverishly lapping up all your juices.

He pulls back looking at you through dazed eyes before his eyes were drawn to a single drop of blood slowly dripping out of your core, he swoops down and licks up your slick.

“Ah.” Alastor chuckles darkly. “Still so, so much more to give.” You moan as he continues to feast on your over sensitive cunt barely recovering from your orgasm.

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*ma bichette~ my little doe

Taglist- @papas-ghoulette @ceafighter @ivebeenthearchersstuff @rapturenyx

A/N I had a lot of fun writing this, but life got in the way :( I hope the ending didn't feel too rushed. I hope you like it.

Something personal! This is the playlist I listen to while writing. Music definitely affects how I write in a way! So enjoy!!! (Music taste isn’t the best so beware)

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[essycogany]

Guess what surprise both me and @saltynsassy31 cooked up? It’s nothing really. Just an add on to Sonic Prime fanfic we decided to collaborate on. No biggie. Correction! You most definitely can come into our restaurant and serve yourself to this meal with different flavors of emotions. What are they? That’s for you to uncover. We both put our own ideas and mixed them into this dish for you. Enjoy!

For safety reasons we decided to private it on AO3, so you’ll need an account to read it there. But don’t worry, if you want to still read it, here you go!

The Little Things

Summary: Have you ever felt a weight on your shoulders? A tingling sensation throughout your body? A lump in your throat? You get the point. Well, a certain blue hedgehog hero gets the worst of it and feels as if he can’t tell anyone. Does he eventually find someone who can help? Let’s find out.

It was very early in the morning, around 11:00 when a group of friends defeated their greatest foe named Dr. Eggman. It was earlier than they usually fought. Not that it mattered much as the team would be fighting him the very next day after he recovered from his recent defeat. Sometimes Eggman bounced back quicker and attacked twice in the same day, but even a villain needed his rest. It’s become routine at this point, which neither complained about. The evil genius content in finding ways of improving his inventions and the heroes just happy to bask in each other's company. For as long as they were together, every adventure was a special one. They wouldn't have it any other way.

Especially a certain blue hedgehog.

After the battle, everyone went their separate ways. A hero, known as Sonic, went with his friend. A two tailed fox named Tails who was known for his incredible intelligence and inventions. Sonic wanted to crash at his lab on the other side of the island, Green Hills. Tails didn't question why Sonic decided to join him. It wasn't as if he hadn’t done it before. Their relationship was a relatively close one. Sonic, in a way, raised the fox and became a sort of family. He admired him a lot. Not only as a hero but an older brother. And he wasn't ashamed to admit it.

So when Sonic asked Tails if he could come over for the day, he didn't think twice about it. The answer was an immediate yes, before they raced over to his lab. Even if they knew who the obvious winner was.

Once they arrived, Tails went straight to working on the Tornado. Trying to find ways he could improve upon it based on their latest battle. There were always ways to improve it, even if his friends told him it was already perfect. Sonic climbed up the ladder above the workshop and sat on it. Making himself comfortable as he idly watched his little brother work on his favorite toy.

Sonic couldn't help but smile, watching the way the fox's ear twitched at every creak of the gears. His twin tails smoothly flowing beneath him like they were soft clouds. How his brows furrowed in concentration. Or how he would sometimes stick his tongue out to better focus. Quite the adorable sight, if he was being honest. It was these little things he took for granted and missed the most. He'd never make that mistake again. It’s what Sonic swore to himself the moment he returned to his world, his home. Speaking of, it had only been more than a few weeks since the “incident” happened. Just the thought of it had his insides doing backflips.

Sonic could feel the phantom sensation of his skin fading and fizzing out. Almost by instinct, he reached to wrap his arms around himself to somewhat ground him as he averted his gaze from the small fox below in favour of the window. He wasn't looking at anything in particular; Sonic just didn't want Tails to catch him staring.

He’d gone several nights without sleep and when Sonic did they were restless. Images of his friends and their many variants, the lifeless shell of his own group of friends repeating themselves over and over in an endless loop, like a broken record. It was haunting. His dreams, or rather, nightmares, consisted of him wandering in that empty, blueprint world alone trying to call for his friends. Not even Shadow was there to give him a beat down, shake him awake from that awful place. He'd cry for them and try to bring them back to their senses, but to no use. Then a loud, piercing laughter of a cunning fox would ring through the fields as it all began to fall apart. Hills and trees flying off into the cracking sky that he'd desperately try to hold into place, but there was only so much a lone hedgehog could do.

Other times he'd be having a normal day out when all of his friends would suddenly freeze up and the world got drained of its color. He'd watch as all of his friends looked at him panicked and confused before anger clouded them, blaming Sonic for what was happening. Part of him knew it was warranted.

Sometimes Sonic wondered if it happened at all. If everything was just a convoluted nightmare he was forced to live through.

But Shadow never really let him forget it. Not that they talked much after everything, but it was clear that things had changed between them. For the better, thankfully. But he was living proof that it indeed happened.

That didn’t stop Sonic’s thoughts from swirling, though. He’d wonder about the others, worry if he’d lose it all again. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he lost everything all over again. He couldn’t, and the mere thought made him break into cold sweat.

Sometimes his brain reminded him the only reason he was even here was by luck alone. Shadow did most of the work after all. Heck, Sonic wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for him! He barely remembered the trip back, only the sizzling, static pain and the wind passing through him. The mere thought of it made Sonic’s brain hurt. He brought his hands to his head, trying to ease the throbbing in his skull. While doing his best to muffle a pained groan.

Sonic couldn’t do this. He couldn’t live the rest of his life in constant paranoia of any day being the last. Not allowing himself to fully enjoy the good, peaceful moments because he’d waste time worrying himself. He would do his best to force more enjoyment out of life. If only because he didn’t want to leave in regret, which was already an old friend to him. Stuck in his own paradox. Sonic scoffed. The word brought a bitter taste to his mouth. He was home now, and he wouldn’t let anything or anyone ever take it away from him again. Even if it was by his own fault, he’s done more than enough to prove himself capable, right?

A few hours of this torture passed. Sonic’s sense of awareness was so bad, he couldn’t recall what day of the week it was. Let alone an hour. Sonic let out a shaky exhale as he stretched his legs out first from the ladder. Then his arms before jumping down, startling the busy fox. Tails rolled out from underneath the Tornado, and lifted his goggles to look at his friend. His head tilted. “Sonic?”

“Yo, Tails. You don’t mind me heading off for a sec, do ya?” Sonic shot the fox with what he hoped was a convincing smirk, his signature look. But it only came off as fake and caused his cheeks to hurt.

Tails looked him up and down for a moment. His lips curled into something Sonic has come to learn as worry. It made him feel slightly guilty, but he tried not to falter, making a conscious effort of keeping his tail and ears from giving off too much of his internal struggles.

After what felt like an eternity, Tails shrugged and put his goggles back down, seemingly finding nothing of note in Sonic’s sudden want to depart.

“Alright, be back in time for dinner.”

Sonic chuckled, feeling himself becoming more laxed. A genuine smile took over the forced one at the small joke. “Very funny, Tails. When did you become my guardian?”

Tails rolled his eyes without answering. Then pressed the button to let Sonic out before laying down and rolling back under the Tornado to continue his work. But as Sonic was about to turn around and dash off, Tails quickly got back up.

“Wait!”

Sonic turned around to face him. “Yeah, bud?”

There’s a moment of silence. Tails seemed to ponder his next words carefully, looking like he wasn’t quite sure if he should say anything. He bit the bottom of his lip and rubbed his index finger with his thumb. Trying to find the right words, he looked anywhere except Sonic himself, until they suddenly locked eyes.

Tails was smart, he noticed the little things, as he always does. But he couldn’t find the right words he needed to convey that. And even if he did, the probability of him getting an answer from the stubborn hedgehog was zero to none. He gave out a heavy sigh as he broke off their staring contest, looking away with solemn resolve. Maybe this wasn’t the right time. He shook his head and gave an awkward smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. Then waved Sonic off with the other. “Never mind, just be careful out there.”

Sonic gave Tails a puzzled look, but shrugged it off. Not wanting to push on the already stiff atmosphere. He winked and gave Tails a single finger gun.

“Will do. Catch ya later.” And before Tails could blink, he was gone. A puff of dust was the only indicator of Sonic being there.

Tails let out another defeated sigh, his shoulder sagged as he dropped back down the creeper and rolled under the Tornado to resume his work. “I hope he’s okay.” He mumbled to himself.

The late afternoon sun painted the landscape of Green Hills in an array of pinks, purples, and blues. A soft, gentle breeze made the grass and flowers dance gently in place. Blowing the heat of the morning away. It made for a calming atmosphere to relax in, but it wasn’t enough to calm Sonic’s nerves.

He could feel his skin sizzling, fading from existence. The phantom pain of every punch he got from faces he once knew as friends bruising his very soul. It made him shudder, and no amount of running would make it go away.

He hoped the brute force of the wind would numb the pain, numb his thoughts. He tried to focus on the sharp breeze against his skin, the way the grass felt under his footsteps as it pushed against it to go faster. Sonic tried to see if slowing down would help instead, as running from his problems didn’t fix them last time. Only it didn’t, and he would argue it made things worse. So he pushed on. Counting how many times he broke the sound barrier only silenced his thoughts for so long.

Sonic wanted to take a pause, a moment to stop his thoughts from consuming him, but he couldn’t. He felt like an everlasting motor, never running out of fuel. Every thought that’d pop into his head would make him run faster, letting Sonic feel as his heels began to dig into the soft dirt below him, making him sink but never slow down. It honestly didn’t matter where he was going anymore; he just let the wind take him, mind too cloudy to think about the directions. He just wanted to be as far away from people as possible.

The look Tails kept giving him….Sonic didn’t want to worry his little brother, but he couldn’t burden him with what he should’ve told him from the start. Sonic was vulnerable with his emotions, he could admit that, but he knew which ones to display or not…Kind of. He would usually mask his emotions with a punny joke or smart comment, but lately, it’s become harder for him to hold them back.

Sonic eventually came to a halt on the other side of the island. The pain in his heart outweighing the pain in his head to the point he couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t do it anymore! His legs could keep running for days, but his lungs felt constricted against his ribcage and it was like he was being suffocated with every step. He tried to even them out, but each breath was shakier than the other. It was unbearable.

He wanted to claw at his throat, gloved hands pawing at his chest in hopes to ease the pain, but it did nothing but make it worse. His vision clouded with tears and with shaky hands, he tried to search for support, feeling the ground beneath him become unsteady. The hedgehog’s expression was almost unreadable. It seemed to be a mix between a grimace and confusion. Sonic wanted to scream, to vomit out all the anguish bubbling inside of him like a roaring storm, but he didn’t. He didn’t want to disturb the peace of the valley, call any attention to him, or signal that he was there at all.

Instead he let himself cry. Thick tears rolled down his cheeks as he slid down to the ground and leaned against the palm tree he initially used for support. He bit down his trembling lips to muffle out the whimpers and hiccups, swallowing any noise that tried to escape him. His ear went flat against his head, tail tight against his leg. He wanted to stay strong, like he was back when he first arrived in New Yoke. He couldn't falter….he couldn’t let himself be weak.

But now it was just him and his thoughts, battling against each other with no distractions. At least, that’s what he assumed.

***

Somewhere else in the island lived a young, pink hedgehog, Amy Rose. Like Tails, she was part of Sonic’s team. She was the heart of the group; the one keeping their team glued together. After the battle, she bid her friends farewell and set out to a little spot she claimed as her own. Along with her companion, Birdie.

The place was located below a small blocky hill, where most of the flowers grew and other small animals gathered around. She watched as Birdie joined its other friends, laying down on a small patch of soft, green grass with a satisfied sigh. It was moments like these which made the hammer smashing worth it. Every battle, every hardship.

Amy wasn’t sure how long she’d spent outside, watching the Flickies and other critters play about the field. At some point she got up to tend to the flowers, something to keep herself busy.

While she worked, a sudden rustling of grass grabbed her attention. Despite that, Amy didn’t move. Didn’t even try to turn around to see who it was. The familiar gust of wind coming with the speed of sound told her exactly who it was, she simply smiled and continued her work. It took a while for the mystery person to speak, which was odd. But Amy figured he might’ve not noticed her there, so she let it be.

She smiled as her feathered friend flew over to her with the exact tool she needed. “Thank you. Remind me to give you a treat when we get home.” The Flickie chirped happily. That seemed to snap some awareness to the person behind her. A small gasp and more rustling of grass indicated they were still there.

“Amy, didn’t expect to see you here. What’s up?” The voice spoke, proving her initial suspicions correct.

“Didn’t we already see each other a few hours ago?”

Sonic clenched at his chest dramatically with a drawled out, offended gasp. “I thought you’d appreciate me here since we don’t hang out much. But if not, then I guess I’ll just head on home and–”

“What are you doing here, Sonic?”

Despite her tone coming off as annoyed, she was actually glad someone had found her. And it was Sonic, no less. Of course she’d be happy to see him over. Though maybe Amy’s tone was a little too harsh because Sonic cringed at the question. He was thankful she was facing forward, so she couldn’t see the falter of his persona. It gave him ample time to fix up his act as he walked up closer to her. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond, so he settled on a half truth.

“You know me. Felt cooped up in the lab, so I went out for a run.”

The pink hedgehog wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t press the issue, not wanting to scare Sonic off knowing she wouldn’t be able to catch him. So she hummed in reply.

Sonic, feeling ignored, awkwardly got on his knees next to Amy and waved at her Flickie friend. It raised its tiny eyebrows at him and he looked away nervously.

“Whatcha doin’ there? Oooh, seeds! Can I have some?”

“Are you going to eat them?”

Sonic gave a faux guilty look, pursing his lips as he glanced up. “Probably~”

“Then no.”

Sonic’s eyes quickly widened as he looked at her. He raised his hands and clasped them together over his chest in a pleading gesture.

“Ahhh, Amy. C’mon, don’t be like that. Please?”

Amy let out a small huff and reluctantly shoved a bag over to Sonic. Who quickly grabbed it after shaking off the initial shock of the sudden action. Birdie gave him a shovel and he responded with a salute. It rolled its beady eyes and flew off.

The two hedgehogs quietly planted the seeds together, basking in each other's presence until the stars began to creep up in the sky. The soft shift between warm to cool colors left a calm atmosphere to blanket over the hills. The breeze became slightly colder than before, blowing away petals to dance with the stars.

Amy looked up briefly before finally patting down some of the dirt over the flower. Letting out a small, satisfied huff as she placed the back of her wrists over her hips proudly.

“That’s the last of them. Thanks, Sonic.”

Sonic smirked. “Are you happy I came now?” He said, unknowingly wrapping an arm around Amy as she playfully hit him on the elbow.

She pulled away from the half embrace and began to make her way towards the edge of the hill. Laying down on her stomach with her ears tucked, Amy smiled at the setting sun. Only the peak of its head layed over the horizon, painting the waters with all its glory. Birdie joined her and sat over Amy’s head, making itself comfortable on her quills.

Sonic stood in the same position as before, a little dumbfounded and unsure of what to do. He looked around for a moment before deciding to join her. He laid on his back, head resting on the soft grass that intertwined themselves with his quills. It eased the headache that split his brain just moments before, but Sonic knew he’d have to go back to the lab eventually. It made the pain linger.

“The sky is really beautiful tonight, isn’t it?”

Sonic didn’t answer.

“Sonic?” Amy turned her head to look at Sonic, wondering if he fell asleep. Something she’d partially hoped for because the eyebags he carried weren’t hard to miss. But what she saw was even more confusing. Sonic had a thousand yard stare, looking up at the stars with no real direction. It was like he wasn’t even there!

“Sonic!”

“AH!”

Amy’s yell made Sonic flinch, snapping him out of whatever daze he was in with a startle. He looked around disoriented before his gaze met Amy’s. For a moment he saw someone else, her expression eerily similar to one of her counterparts. He felt his heart rate spike up for a second, but quickly schooled his expression.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, it sure is lovely.” He said, a little more rushed than he would have liked.

By the way Amy’s face twisted into a grimace, he knew her leniency towards him to not push the subject had dropped, and he tried to prepare for what was to come.

“Sonic, I didn’t want to say this, but ever since we saved the Paradox Prism you’ve been acting weird! What’s gotten into you?!” There was desperation in her tone, like she had exhausted all her options and was at a loss on what to do.

“I-I’m sorry, alright?”

Sonic felt his legs itch, bouncing just a little as he got the sudden urge to go on another run. But he was tired of leaving his friends in the dark, picking up the pieces he left behind. They didn’t deserve that.

Amy was getting frustrated, clear by how her facial features wrinkled. But when she noticed how agitated the Sonic looked, she felt it all get whisked away, softening to a more concerned expression. It made her feel guilty for yelling. Adding to her soft approach, she sat up and placed a hand over his shoulder.

“I understand you might not want to talk about it, but you know me and the others have your back.”

Sonic rolled over and hit his head against the grass in frustration. It was clear that he was battling himself inside, trying to find the right way to word things, to say or not to say.

Amy sighed, “It’s okay. If you want to wait until you’re ready, I’ll do the same. Take as much time as you need.”

She sat there for a moment longer. Waiting for something before deciding that there was nothing to wait for, not in that moment at least, and began to stand up and make her way out of the field. She hugged herself and rubbed her cold arms to warm them up when a sudden force wrapped itself around her from behind, sending Birdie flying off of Amy’s head and making her stop dead in her tracks.

She was frozen for a moment before slowly moving around and reciprocating the gesture. Amy felt the desperation in the action and how gloved hands grasped at her dress as if she would vanish in thin air. It wasn’t the first time Sonic hugged her in such a way. After the “incident” he did it constantly, and each time it felt more desperate. They were awkward and sometimes overwhelming, and he never failed to thank her each time. It was odd, but she didn’t push. She gave it twice the squeeze. Being much stronger than most of her friends, Amy was usually careful to not hurt them. Not noticing her own strength sometimes. But she knew this was the moment Sonic needed it.

After a while, she pulled away, much to Sonic’s protest, and moved one hand over to cup his face. He looked at her with bleary, emerald green eyes before closing them and leaning into the touch. Seeing Sonic up close now made it abundantly clear he cried earlier. The tears long since dried, meaning it was before he found her. But the fur on his cheeks still felt rough and stiff. The rim of his eyes looked red and puffed up.

“Oh, Sonic.” Amy thought to herself.

She rubbed her thumb against the tear streaks for a moment. Then gazed at him kindly and caring before wordlessly sliding her hand over to his and moved to stand beside him. Birdie looked at the two a little exasperated. Unsure, it tried to gain Amy’s attention for some form of answer. She only gave a shrug and a slight shake of her head. The Flickie flew over to the other hedgehog. With resolve in its expression, it chirped as it rubbed its head against Sonic’s cheek, gaining his attention. Birdie felt satisfaction in its chest at the light and quiet chuckle Sonic gave at the action. A gloved hand scratching its head as a form of gratitude. Sonic still felt too overwhelmed to speak, but he didn’t want such a kind act to go thankless.

The Flickie perched on Sonic’s shoulder and curled up in the crook of his neck, wanting to be of some comfort to Amy’s friend. She gave her own form of thanks through a smile. They walked in tense silence after that, Amy rubbed gentle circles on the back of his hand to try and calm his nerves.

Amy would occasionally glance over at Sonic to check on him, and he never looked more miserable. His ears were loosely flopping to the sides of his head, bouncing gently as they walked. Inside, Sonic was having another war within himself over all his internal struggles and how he wanted to spill everything out. But the lump that formed so tightly inside his throat prevented him from doing so. All it did was make him choke on air and made him want to puke.

He felt his skin start to sizzle again with phantom pain and he couldn’t take it anymore! Like a kettle boiling over, something inside him tipped and he finally managed to spill the needed words out. They felt like sandpaper scratching at the walls of his throat, weighed so heavily on his tongue that it made it hard to lift, and clenched at his jaw like glue, keeping it from opening.

“Uh, Amy…”

But he did it. It was just two words, and they were weak, frail. If the wind was any stronger, it would have taken them away like dead leaves. But it wasn’t, and Amy heard his desperate plea for help.

She turned to him, those big, green eyes looking at him expectantly, a small hum notifying him she was paying attention. They were gentle, kind, warm, everything Sonic loved and feared at the same time. They looked at him with such sincerity, it weighed on him like a heavy blanket, comforting but suffocating. They expected so much, yet nothing at all.

Sonic couldn’t disappoint them, not any more than he already has.

So, he told her.

He told her everything that haunted him, everything that weighed him down. After the first couple of words being rasped out, it was like a dam had been broken and he couldn’t stop it from overflowing. One word after another, it all came out in a fury of emotions that felt terrifying, but there was no stopping them. Or the small tears he didn't even realise were there until Amy kindly wiped them away. It wasn’t crying though, it was frustration, and his words suddenly came out as bites and growls the longer he talked.

Sonic’s rant felt exhausting, like he was drowning in a sea of doubt. Yet solace in a way he had never expected it to be. Amy didn’t talk, didn’t intervene. She just let Sonic get everything out while tenderly giving him reassuring gestures to keep him grounded.

The gentle bumps of Birdie’s head against his and Amy’s soft rubs of his hand helped more than he could thank them for.

Eventually, things began to slow down, and Sonic could feel the grey clouds that surrounded him gently fade away. Allowing him to see things clearly. Strangely, they were right outside the path that led to Tails’ lab, and Sonic wasn’t quite sure when they got there.

Once Amy determined Sonic finished ranting, she spoke up. “Oh wow. You’ve been holding all of that in?”

Sonic looked at her. His disorienting gaze was still unfocused, but he was there. He looked away and scratched his ear in shame.

“I figured pretending everything was fine would help me forget about it.”

“And how did that turn out?”

Sonic cringed a little. “Not great…”

“Does anyone other than Shadow know about this?”

“No.”

Amy was surprised, in disbelief even. She had to ask, just to be sure. “Not even Tails?!”

Sonic didn’t reply, which left Amy fumbling in complete confusion. Mouth agape, trying to find the right thing to say. Not even Tails?! Sonic told that fox almost anything that came to his mind! Shadow knew before his own brother?

“Sonic, we’ve–”

Sonic quickly shut down whatever Amy was about to tell him, with urgency in his voice.

“How am I supposed to tell them?!” The way the pitch in his voice raised caught her off guard. “Hey guys, guess what?! I’ve almost permanently destroyed the entire shatterverse! Luckily, I had Shadow around to help, right?! Please…” He exaggerated a happy tone of voice that almost broke into frustration. The response was so obviously fake that when he dropped to a more annoyed tone, it wasn’t surprising.

Amy felt unsure what to say for a moment, but quietly muttered, “Yeah, but everything’s fine now. You saved us.” Amy swore she could hear a small scoff from him, though it sounded more sad than angry. “More like Shadow saved you guys. I only made things worse.”

Amy let out a frustrated huff, one that the Flickie mimicked as it flew over to her head from Sonic’s shoulder to emphasize their sentiment. They placed their hands and wings over their hips. Amy turned her whole body to face him, making them stop walking for a moment, right in front of the lab. “Hey, blaming yourself isn’t going to help! Both of you saved us, and you’ve changed. That’s an achievement.”

Sonic paused for a moment, eyes wide and hands up in surrender.

“On top of that, you...” Amy stuttered, struggling to find the right words to convey her thoughts. “You sacrificed yourself for them. For us. That’s what makes you a hero, Sonic. I know you still feel awful about shattering the prism. Anyone would. But what’s important now is that you’re doing your best to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Besides, the Sonic I know is still one of the bravest and strongest hedgehogs I’ve ever met.”

Sonic snickered, leaning to the side as he placed one hand on his hip and looked away. “But he’s definitely not the brightest.”

Amy smiled satisfied and shrugged. “Baby steps.”

Finally, after what felt like hours since, Sonic had a genuine smile on his face. “You’re right. As usual from The Amy Rose.” He stretched his arms towards Amy as if he was presenting her on a stage. Emphasising his admiration for her in his own way.

Amy curtseyed with a guffaw, “What can I say? I know my stuff.” She paused for a moment, looking up at the familiar orange lab ahead of them.

“You know, I never expected you to take my advice. That was really sweet of you to do for them.”

Sonic chuckled. “It seriously came in handy. And I needed something to keep my head straight.”

They were silent for a moment. Sonic tilted his head up. Amy followed Sonic’s gaze and stared at the beautiful starry sky.

“You really missed us, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did.”

Suddenly, Amy’s ear perked up as it picked up the sound of a small whimper. She brought her head back down and looked at Sonic who was staring up. Desperately trying to keep tears from rolling down his face again.

“Um, Sonic. Are you…?”

Sonic quickly lifted his hand up to his eyes and covered them, trying to keep them as dry as possible. “Oh, uh. *Sniff* Nope! Totally fine! Nothing to see here!” He said with a strained voice and wobbly smile.

Amy held back a giggle by raising a fist to her lips. “Awww, it’s okay. Ya big softy.”

Sonic’s ears dropped as his muzzle suddenly became very hot. “Ames, please stop…”

“You started it.”

He huffed and crossed his arms, looking away with an embarrassed smile.

“Whatever.”

Amy couldn’t help but laugh. She turned to face the lab once more, letting a small, content sigh leave her. “You might wanna explain to Tails why you missed dinner.” She said with a knowing smile.

Sonic looked at Amy incredulously, “You too? I mean–” he shook off the initial shock, “fair. I’ll tell everyone else eventually. Thanks for the pep talk, Ames.”

Amy smiled at him, satisfied at their progression. “If you ever need me, I’m always available.”

Sonic gave her a thumbs up and a small nod before making his way to the front door, typing in the code to let himself in. Amy gave him one last knowing smile before leaving. Birdie spun around her head to wave its little wing at him until they were out of sight. Sonic let out a small laugh as he waved back, turning around to face the lab once he could no longer see them.

As soon as Sonic entered the lab, Tails was all up on his business, concern and frustration clear on his face. “You know, for the fastest thing alive, I’d figure ‘being on time for dinner’ would be an easy task for you. Mind explaining yourself?” He sounded like a disappointed mother scolding her kid for missing curfew; Sonic held back a laugh.

“Sure thing. But I gotta tell ya, it’s gonna be a doozy.”

***

Welcome to the end! Did you like it? Hope so because we both had a BLAST creating it. The Little Things was a way to show how much Prime’s events affected an emotionally driven Sonic. Unlike in the Games or IDW this broken blue blur isn’t as good at hiding his emotions and is more open towards others. It’s what keeps him going. The story also plays with the swapped roles of Amy and Sonic and expands it in an emotional and hopefully fun way. Also, if you’ve ever felt this since of hurt and anguish, remember the people you love in your life and that even if you think you’re alone, you’re not. Thank you for reading!

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[surrogate-fawn]

Im a fan of #7.

Nesting (Werewolf AU)

Prompt: "The baby feels so low" [Also inspired by @hush-writes-preg's "Spooky Season Day #3" prompt. He can consider this an early birthday gift as well!]

Characters: Fawn, Newt/Asher - Pre-Polly Relationship ((Newt is owned by @mittysins, and Asher is owned by @killer-orca-cosplay.))

Context: This takes place in a modern world where werewolves are common amidst human society. Fawn is a packless Beta who is about to give birth to her ex-mate's pup. Newt, an Omega, and Asher, an Alpha, are a mated pair who took Fawn into their home -- despite the fact they're expecting a pup of their own in a few months. The three have formed a close friendship, though Fawn still feels like an outsider. After all, she was human only a year ago.

Disclaimer: This fic contains lore for my, Mitty's, and Orca's werewolf AU -- be forewarned there will be worldbuilding mixed in with the kink stuff. If story-heavy kink is your kind of thing -- like it is for us three -- enjoy!

TW: A/B/O dynamics, but within the context of a werewolf society; mentions of past abuse, werewolf-related birth troubles.

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Smoky whisps of incense scented the room with lavender. The shades were drawn over the windows to block the fading sun. Golden fairy lights twinkled in the gossamer curtains woven through the support beams of the nesting tent, the only dots of light in the dark room.

The nylon pop-up tent was specially designed for those who were nesting. It clung to the baseboard and covered the entire bed in a snug, arched shelter. It could be zipped or unzipped in sections to create windows and doors as needed, or it could be shut tight for total privacy. The interior of the tent was stuffed full of jumbo-sized Squishmallow plushies, three oversized duvet covers, and one very pregnant werewolf.

"How you doing, Mama?" the mop-haired Alpha sitting bedside asked.

Fawn's pointed ear flicked in the direction of his voice in acknowledgement before she opened her eyes. She lay curled around a giant fox pillow, the soft material supporting her belly as she lay dozing in the tent. She had opened a section of the tent by the headboard so she could leave the nest if she wanted, but at the moment she didn't feel safe anywhere else.

"I've been better," she said, her voice lagging with fatigue.

A dewy layer of sweat clung to her whole body. Her clothing was shed to the bedroom floor, save for a black tank top and pair of boyshorts. The air around her was temperate, but her body burned with a mild fever. Her muscles felt heavy and useless, tired from months of carrying her pregnancy whilst fighting the tremors of rejection sickness. The worst of it had passed over time; but here she was, still feeling the effects of breaking her pair bond almost ten months later.

Oh, and being in labor for the last nine hours was not helping the situation.

The soft click of the door handle caught their attention. The pair of cryptids lifted their heads to look as it opened, the hallway light reflecting green in the mirrors of their eyes.

Newt's familiar scent -- much stronger than his mate's -- overpowered the lavender as he entered the room. Fawn's sinuses tingled with the spicy-sweet aroma of his smell, comparable to sassafras, that indicated his pregnancy as much as the grapefruit-sized swell of his lower belly. Fawn still struggled to describe the scents that were new to her.

The Omega approached her nest and held out the glass of tap water he'd been sent to fetch. Fawn craned her neck and lapped from it, her mouth too parched to obey her command. Her tongue was longer than it had once been, able to bring water to her throat as easily as any straw. She didn't pause to wrap her lips around the edge of the glass until her thirst was mostly quenched.

"Jeez, don't drown," Newt chuckled as Fawn took the drink from his hand.

Asher, the Alpha, got up from his seat and offered it to his mate with a nod of his head.

Fawn gulped down the last of the water and came up panting for air. "Don't tell me what to do," she retorted with a tired, playful grin.

"Don't tell her what to do, babe," Asher said, unable to disguise the smirk on his face as he set the empty glass on the bedside table.

The three shared a brief, quiet laugh.

Fawn's eyelids drifted closed as the room settled back into silence. She shimmied herself deeper into her pile of softness, falling easily into a twilight sleep; at least, for a few more minutes.

A huff of air left Fawn's nose a split second before her brow creased in discomfort. "Ash, start it," she said, curling tighter around her pillow.

"Yes, ma'am." Asher fumbled to unlock his phone and started the timer on his stopwatch app. "Started."

Fawn filled her lungs with air with one long breath and released it as a drawn-out exhale. The contraction coiled itself around her hips and squeezed, growing tighter by the second. The pain grew like a stinging vine around her belly, her ribs, her back, even wrapping around her upper thighs.

With a low groan, Fawn rolled herself onto her back. Her legs fell open at a wider angle than normal -- a sign her hips were loosening in preparation for her large pup to come through. She continued her ritual of slow, deliberate breathing as the contraction continued to climb to its dreaded peak.

Newt leaned into the opening in the tent, enough for him to run a gentle hand over the clammy skin of Fawn's arm. He didn't say anything, but his touch brought her a sense of ease. Even knowing that Asher was in the room, even if she couldn't see him, made her feel better. They'd only known each other a month, but she couldn't imagine surviving labor without them.

Fawn flashed her fangs in a snarl as the contraction reached its apex, the part she dreaded each time. "Ugh!" she growled through her teeth, her head pressed back into the pillow.

Newt's eyes widened when Fawn hooked her hands beneath her knees, drawing her legs up on either side of her belly. "Are you pushing already?"

"She's what?!" Asher gasped in alarm, his face appearing over his mate's shoulder.

"No!" Fawn growled, hardly able to breathe enough to speak. "My legs are about to fuckin' dislocate!"

She could feel the pup pressing its way out, prying open the flesh of her cervix as her womb squeezed it down. The pressure sent stabbing waves of agony between her legs. Her birth canal opened a little more with each millimeter the pup dropped, and now it was putting unbearable pressure on the ball-socket joints of her pelvis.

Fawn grunted in relief as the contraction ebbed. She released her legs, draping them wide apart over her plushies. Thankfully, Newt and Asher's guest bed was queen-sized and allowed her plenty of space to spread out.

"It's done," she announced, so Asher could stop the timer.

"Ooh, getting close," Asher said. "That one was thirty-eight seconds."

Even that short burst of work sent drops of sweat rolling down Fawn's sides. She pulled her tank top over the curve of her belly and tucked the fabric under her swollen breasts. She caressed the sore underside of her bump in long, soothing circles. The skin around her womb was pulled smooth as glass from the weight of the pup inside. She could feel where its surface was gouged by deep, purple stretch marks. Her pup wriggled impatiently beneath her hands, as if able to sense her touch through the thinness of the skin.

"Call me crazy," she said, "but I'm hoping this baby takes its time. It might rip me apart if it tries to break the speed record."

Asher checked the recorded times in his phone. "You'll be fine, it doesn't look like they're in a hurry," he said. "Just stay relaxed and the pup will keep working its way down."

Fawn gave a thumbs-up. "Copy that, Sarge."

"So, guys, are we taking bets?" Newt asked, resting his upper torso inside the tent.

Fawn tilted her head to peer up at him from inside the canyon of her pillow plushie. "On what?"

"Boy or girl," Newt grinned. He propped his chin up on his hand and beamed down at the redheaded wolf woman. "Should we take bets?"

"You boys can if you want," Fawn said.

"Just you versus me, babe," Asher chuckled from somewhere else in the room. "Fawn already knows, that would be cheating."

"No, I don't," Fawn said, quiet and matter-of-fact. She turned her eyes to the little golden lights twinkling over her head. "I didn't know if a doctor would make me contact my mate, so I never went to one."

At the mention of him, the mating scar at the nape of Fawn's neck became hot. She grimaced, able to feel each small wound his teeth had left when he'd inflicted her with the curse of the wolves. It wasn't as strong of a reaction anymore; the pain had at one point been overwhelming.

When she'd taken that first step out of the apartment with the intention to never come back, the mark had burned so intensely she thought she could smell her flesh searing. She was lucky Todd hadn't been home, because he'd no doubt felt the same sensation on the back of his neck -- where he had forced her to mark him as her mate as well. Had he been home, Fawn wouldn't have made it out of the building before he'd realized what she was doing.

"Besides," Fawn added, "I have no idea if I should go to a doctor or a vet now." Her freckled face paled, and she looked back up at Newt. "Shit, is that offensive?"

Newt laughed and leaned in to rub his cheek against her forehead. "Nah."

Fawn smiled as he brushed against her, leaving a bit of his spicy-sweet scent on her skin. She was still adjusting to perceiving the world through scent as much as sight and touch, but she grew more comfortable with it each time the pair scented her. Scent was transforming into language the more she utilized it. Maybe she wasn't sure how to communicate with it, yet; but there was something about it she was starting to understand.

"We'll show you the ropes once you're over the rejection sickness," Asher said, leaning against the nightstand so he could peer into the nest. "So . . . this guy didn't explain any of our lifestyle to you?"

Fawn shook her head. "Not anything us hum-," she paused, pressing her lips into a thin line. "Not anything humans don't already know. Transformation and full moon stuff, basically. He had me sell my silver jewelry before he'd even kiss me. I didn't know werewolves were that sensitive to it."

The boys shared a concerned look.

"Um," Asher cleared his throat, "we aren't. Silver allergies are rare as hell. A few poor bastards had a fatal reaction hundreds of years ago, and humans assumed it was a rule for all of us."

"Good old stereotyping," Newt said.

The lines in Fawn's brow deepened. "That piece of dogshit," she muttered under her breath. "I sold my grandma's pendant for him!"

Goddammit! Why hadn't she thought twice about Todd suddenly needing to "borrow" that money?! Her mating scar throbbed, seeping heat like an open wound where their pair bond had once been. A fresh sweat dampened her brow.

Newt brushed a few stray curls from Fawn's eyes and tucked them behind the point of her ear. "Fuck him. He's a dick."

"Yeah, fuck him," Asher agreed with a frown. His ear twitched as his scowl deepened, knocking his glasses askew. "Alphas are supposed to protect our mates, not take advantage of them."

There was a brief pause. Asher took off his glasses, cleaned them on his shirt, and added: "For what it's worth, Fawn . . . I'm sorry on his behalf."

"Me, too," Newt nodded. "Not as an Alpha, but as a wolf."

Fawn sighed and draped an arm over her eyes. "Thank you for that, boys. It helps . . . at least a little."

She felt like the world's biggest idiot.

When they'd met, she'd been seduced by Todd's hyper-masculine physique and charmed by his overly protective "doting". How special she'd felt, having an Alpha werewolf want her -- an average human woman -- as his mate. In hindsight, being an average human woman was exactly what made him want her. Easy prey.

How quickly she'd regretted her decision to let Todd put her in a mating press. After she'd endured the weeks it took for her anatomy to shift into that of his kind, Todd had convinced her they needed to breed as soon as possible. He wanted a large pack, as many pups as she could give him. It didn't take her long to realize they were the only reason he'd claimed her. Days after leaving him, she'd detected the strange smell of sassafras on her skin -- though she wouldn't know what that meant for two months.

The rejection sickness had masked any symptoms of a pregnancy. The effects were like that of withdrawal: fevers high enough to cause delirium, tremors, nausea, and full-body aches. She'd spent endless days and nights confined to the bed of a sleazy motel room. What carried her through was the knowledge that Todd was feeling just as shitty as she was. Yet, in her darkest moments, Fawn considered going back to him just to make it stop.

Then, her world changed when a fellow wolf woman at the drugstore offered congratulations based on her scent. This prompted her to buy a pregnancy test, and the thought of going back never crossed her mind again.

"Fellas?" Fawn asked, still blindfolding herself with her forearm. "Is a large pack, like . . . a status symbol for y'all or something?"

Asher shrugged. "Not as much as it used to be," he said. "It used to be a big deal in the past, like before we had the treaty with humans. That was because our packs needed the numbers for defense. But now? Not as much."

"Except maybe for those freakishly traditional families," Newt chimed in.

"Mmm," Fawn hummed in acknowledgement. She placed her other hand on the upper swell of her belly and gave it a thoughtful rub. "Well, this baby is mine. I'm not giving birth for the sake of some insecure asshole. This is my baby."

"Damn right it is," Newt grinned, his blue eyes glittering in the low light.

After a few seconds of silence, Fawn's limp-hanging hand curled into a fist. "Mmm, Ash . . . " Her voice trailed off into a chesty groan.

Newt looked over at his mate. "Ash, start it."

Asher pulled out his phone with a nod. "Starting."

Newt massaged Fawn's shoulder as she once again pulled back her legs. The pressure in her hips was immense, and the contraction was heaving the baby down with unholy force. Fawn pulled harder on her knees until she felt her pelvis widen, the bones drifting apart like tectonic plates.

"Breathe, Fawn," Newt gently reminded. "You're holding it."

Fawn hissed out her breath like a deflating tire. "God, it's coming down," she groaned. She shut her eyes and whined as the pup pressed harder against her cervix.

"Change position," Asher offered, bending down to see inside the nest. "Let gravity help you out."

Fawn released a high-pitched whimper. "My hips . . . my hips hurt."

"Here, hold on." Newt reached around Fawn and pulled out another of her oversized Squishmallows from the pile. He left his chair and climbed onto the bed, crawling through the opening of the tent with the plushie in-hand. "Sit up, love."

Fawn reluctantly let her legs fall. Her bones were lead. With Newt's help, she got to her knees and straddled herself atop the large pillow plushie so her hips could remain open.

"There, that's better!" Asher said, sitting on the edge of the mattress. His phone screen reflected in his lenses, revealing the contraction had lasted twenty seconds already.

Fawn bent forward onto all-fours, rhythmically dipping her hips into the pillow as the pain climbed higher than it had before. The Omega at her side dug the heel of his hand into her lower back, allowing Fawn to rock back against the counter-pressure. Her deep breathing wavered, each inhale growing shallower until the wolf woman was full-on panting.

"Calm down, you're doing fine," Newt lulled, ghosting his claws over her spine. "Deep breaths, like you were doing."

Sweat appeared in shining beads on Fawn's reddened face, dampening the frizzy curls around her temples. "I can't," she gasped. All four limbs trembled, fatigued muscles giving up the last of their strength. "I can't . . . I need to lie down."

Fawn sank chest-first into the fox plushie, arms unable to support her weight. Her tongue dipped in and out of her mouth as she failed to control of her breathing. Her fingers sank into the duvet, claws tearing holes in the fabric.

The end of the tent unzipped, creating an arch-shaped door that Asher climbed in through. While Newt continued to knead Fawn's back, Asher laid himself beside her.

"Hey, Mama, look at me," he crooned, his face appearing in the corner of her vision. When her hazel eyes met his, he said: "You are owning this! There's no need to get freaked out. You're too tough for labor to beat. Take a deep breath for us, alright?"

Fawn wet her lips and maintained eye contact with the Alpha while she drew in a big breath.

"Good!" Asher smiled, patting her shoulder. "Now let it out and make the next one even deeper. Show that pain who's boss!"

She obeyed, but mid-inhale she choked on air. With a canid yowl, Fawn pressed herself against the Alpha's body. Her hips ground against the pillow, as if it would cushion the force of her pelvis being forced apart.

"Ugh, gravity's helping too much!" Fawn moaned into Asher's shirt. "This pup is about to fall outta me!"

"That's a good thing!" Asher encouraged, draping his arm over her and motioning for his mate to lie down beside them. "You're making progress. The pup will be here before you know it!"

Fawn's hips finally settled as the contraction eased off, but she still felt unable to move. Her pelvis sat wide open, and the hefty weight of the pup was sinking deep inside it -- even without the contraction.

“Augh, fuck,” she moaned, the sound rumbling in her chest. “Fuck . . . the baby feels low. It feels so fucking low!"

"Ash?" Newt asked as he rearranged the pillows to better support the three of them. "Are you still timing?"

Asher caressed Fawn's thigh as she shifted to support her upper body against the mountain of Squishmallows Newt had piled up. Newt reclined on his side beside her, flashing her a bright smile -- his fangs always hung over his lower lip when he smiled.

"No, I think we're just feeling it out now," Asher said. He'd left his phone charging on the nightstand, just in case they needed it. "I think we're 'reaching a checkpoint' as it were."

Newt rolled his eyes. "Gamers."

Fawn snuggled into the pillow mountain, trying in vain to get comfortable. It wasn't as dramatic as what they showed on television, but Fawn knew exactly what the hot rush of fluid was as it soaked the pillow between her legs.

"Umm, hey . . ." She nudged the pillow aside, revealing ribbons of cloudy water running down her inner thighs. "I think it's time to lose the shorts."

Asher pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "And checkpoint reached!"

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For five hours, no one left that tent. The room grew darker as the evening gave way to the early morning hours of pre-dawn. The boys stayed at either side of the laboring wolf woman, holding her steady in positions that allowed her pup to ease down with gravity.

Between contractions, the three werewolves lay side-by-side in tranquil silence. The sweat on Fawn's brow would dry, her feverish body would cool, but the warmth of two other bodies prevented the chills from returning. That quiet peace would be broken when Fawn vocalized during a new contraction, signaling the boys to sit her up and widen her stance.

Fawn was growing restless, wanting to switch positions several times during every contraction: squatting against the headboard, kneeling against one guy or the other, or falling into a half-squat in a pile of her plush pillows. The longer the night wore on, the more fidgety the laboring mother became.

At around four in the morning, as the trio rested together beneath the fairy lights, Fawn suddenly spoke:

"Is the cradle ready?"

"Hmm?" Asher sat up and readjusted his glasses.

"Is the cradle ready?" Fawn repeated. There was a glint of urgency in her eyes, although her tone was soft and even.

The fold-out mesh bassinet was visible from inside the nest, placed against the opposite wall. The pup's first outfit was already laid out atop the blanket lining the mattress -- a cotton quilt with embroidered rubber duckies that Newt had donated from the stash he was buying for his own pup.

After a quick glance, Asher responded: "Yep, it's ready and waiting."

"Can you grab some extra blankets or something?" Fawn pleaded. She gradually drew her legs up until her heels touched the underside of her thighs. "Just anything that's soft."

Newt sat himself up and gave his mate a knowing look. "Babe? You think this is that 'final nesting' the baby books talked about?"

Asher's eyes widened. "Oh, crap. It might be."

"What?" Fawn asked. She suddenly realized she couldn't remember what either of the boys had just said -- she wasn't fully aware of what was going on around her. It was so, so hard to focus on anything other than the pounding pressure that had come to rest in the curve of her tailbone.

The mated pair gave each other a nod.

"Ash and I have been reading books about pups like crazy this month," Newt explained in a lighthearted tone. "'Final nesting' is just what your brain does right before the pup is ready to come out."

Asher grabbed the corner of the topmost duvet and rolled it towards them until it became a padded cushion. He carefully slid it beneath Fawn and said: "Yep, it's an instinct. Got to make sure the pup has a safe place to land, you know."

Now it was Fawn's turn to go wide-eyed. "Wait . . . wait, is it happening?" she gasped, her head shooting up off the pillows.

"Maybe," Newt said. "You'll know if it is." He placed a pillow over his torso to protect his belly and scooted behind Fawn to support her into a squat.

"And if it isn't, then we'll just wait some more," Asher concluded. "Don't try to bear down if you don't need to."

Fawn nodded, gulping down the dryness in her throat. She had no idea what to expect with the next contraction. If the monstrous pressure she was feeling hadn't triggered her body to push by then . . . oh, God above, what was about to happen to her?

"I don't . . . don't know if I'm ready for this," she muttered.

Newt leaned in and rubbed his cheek against the side of her neck. "You're as ready as you'll ever be," he said. He intertwined his clawed fingers with her own.

Fawn didn't feel the next contraction as pain, only as a familiar tightness wrapping around her womb. All other sensation was snuffed out . . . massacred . . . left bleeding in the streets! . . . by the wicked downward thrust of her pup moving through her effaced cervix. There was nothing holding that baby in her womb any longer, and it was not waiting another minute to leave.

"Oh, my God!" she screamed -- out of fear more so than pain. Her hips jerked back, trying to escape the demonic pressure burning inside.

Newt squeezed her hands -- his claws never marking her skin. "You feel it?"

"Yes!" Fawn cried, her body shuddering under the hellish urge to push.

"Go with it," Asher encouraged, placing his hand on her knee. "Let's meet your pup."

Fawn held her breath and gave a shallow, hesitant first push. She wasn't sure if she was using the correct muscles, but it felt . . . how could she describe it? . . . it felt like she was doing something. A few seconds of strain later, she let up with a sharp yelp. Yes, she'd been doing it right. That slight nudge had sent the pup rushing forward.

"It's moving . . ." was all she had time to say before her body demanded she continue her efforts -- and double them!

Those few millimeters of progress kicked her urge to push into overdrive. Fawn braced her weight against Newt, put chin to chest, and bore down with every ounce of force she could. The crown of the head pressed deeper against her innermost walls with a fiery, thorny tug. The sensation of her baby moving through her after so many passive hours of labor was startling -- yet beyond rewarding.

Had her eyes been open to see, Fawn would have observed Asher's tender smile as he watched primal focus harden her features.

"Just like that, Mama," Asher praised, again stroking her thigh. "Don't hold back, give it your all!"

Sweat trailed down her flushed skin. Unable to hold the push any longer, Fawn emptied her lungs with a harsh grunt.

"It's already hurting me," she growled through closed fangs. Her voice strained as, for just a few horrible seconds, she resisted the urge to push. "Goddamn, this is gonna suck!"

Newt laid his chin on Fawn's shoulder as she sank into another deep push. "Whatever you feel, don't fight it," he offered evenly. "Your body knows what it's doing, Fawn. Listen to what it's telling you to do."

Fawn's ears pressed back against her head as her hips dipped lower to the duvet. She felt a small trickle of fluid drip from her labia, but the flow stopped as soon as she stopped pushing. A groan escaped the back of her throat as the contraction eased off and she was able to relax.

"That was great," Newt praised, unlacing their fingers and letting Fawn have her hands back. "You got the hang of it right off the bat."

Fawn sighed and balled the duvet beneath them in her claws. Her chest rose and fell quickly, and her pulse hammered in her neck. Any sense of physical comfort was gone now, even between contractions. She knew there would be no peace for her until this pup was out and in her arms . . . but God only knew when that would happen. God only knew if that would happen! The pup was barely inside her birth canal and Fawn was already terrified that it was going to get stuck.

"What if . . . what if I can't get it out?" she panted. Her lower back was screaming, so she shifted her hips forward. It didn't help. "What do we do if I can't get it out?!"

"Hey, hey, don't think like that," Newt helped Fawn recline a bit further against him. He steadied her in his arms, his hands gently massaging the curves where her belly met her ribcage. "There's no doubt in our minds that you can do this!"

"And I'm down here if you need a little extra help," Asher said. He carefully took Fawn's leg and draped it over his lap, helping to open her hips now that she was in a more reclined position. "We won't let anything happen to you or your pup, Fawn. That's a promise."

"You're safe here," Newt said in a low, soothing tone. He continued to apply soft pressure to her sides and back, kneading over her sore body as if smoothing out a delicate fabric.

Fawn never doubted for a second that she was in loving hands. She dreaded to think where she would be right now if the pair hadn't opened their home to her. Without their kindness, chances were that she'd be delivering her baby in a motel bathroom or on top of a cot in a homeless shelter. These two had given her the ultimate gift: a warm, safe place to give birth. She owed her pup's life to them.

"I know," Fawn said, snuggling down further into the nest. "I don't want to be anywhere else right now."

Newt bent down and pressed a kiss to Fawn's hairline. "Keep listening to your body. Don't rush what it's trying to do."

Fawn nodded, puffing out a breath as she felt the next contraction roll up from her back to her belly. "Okay . . . let's go."

She took in a slow lungful of air, waited for the contraction to build in strength, and pushed.

Her loosened joints spread easily for the pup's skull as it squeezed its way down her passage. It became an endless pattern: Fawn would push, the head would squeeze down, and her pelvic bones would spread over its shape as it passed beneath them. She could feel the rhythm of the changes.

Push. Squeeze. Spread.

Rest.

Push. Squeeze. Spread. Spread.

Rest.

Push. Squeeze. Spread. Spread. Spre-OW!

OW! OW! Oh, fuck! Now it was so too big! Her hips were filled to the maximum, her canal stretched wide around a huge pair of shoulders as they slipped from her womb. She could feel her labia bulging from between her legs -- and oh, God, they ached! There was nothing but a layer of her skin holding the pup in, and it felt like a bubble of gum about to burst!

But she couldn't stop pushing. Not now, not when everything was raw and stretched and open and hurting so goddamn bad! Fawn curled her toes into the mattress and wailed as she threw herself harder into pushing. Her voice grew louder as she felt the inflamed skin between her legs starting to open.

"Good job, Mama! Here it comes!" Asher cried, his voice raised to be heard over Fawn's roar of effort.

Asher had his eyes glued to the pale, wet sac pressing out of Fawn each time her body strained. He'd read in their books that it was common for werewolf pups to be born with their membranes wrapped around them. That was fine, he just had to be prepared to remove it.

A tiny spurt of fluid leaked out from around the sac as the head began to stretch the skin of the perineum. The pup's size seemed to be keeping most of its sac unruptured, the fluid too pressurized to leave the birth canal. Asher furrowed his brow but said nothing.

Of course, Newt took notice of his mate's unease. He swallowed the unease in his chest, and scented Fawn's hair with his cheek again in the hopes it would distract her.

"Ash sees the head," he crooned. "Keep going, you're pushing like a pro!"

With renewed vigor, Fawn gave into her body's needs. Asher waited until a few centimeters of the solid white membrane stretched open Fawn's lips, then he placed his index finger against the bulging sac to gauge how much fluid was inside. He felt the semi-solid squish of the pup's head just beneath the film, but his finger pad felt the swish of water when he pressed down. That wasn't a very good sign, but Asher still felt confident that he could handle it.

"I'm going to help you out a little, okay?" Asher told Fawn, cupping his hand over the crowning pup. "Focus on pushing, and I'll help you open up. I'll go slow."

Newt once again sensed Asher's unease and made it his mission to protect Fawn from sensing it, too. "Pup's almost out, Fawn," he said as he gave her shoulders a brief hug. "It'll be out quicker with Ash helping you. Just take a deep breath and let yourself stretch."

"I'm trying," Fawn whimpered. "I'm trying."

As Fawn bore down against the pup, Asher ran his fingers against the sides of her lips. He nudged her skin open bit by bit around the sac, watching as it stretched from a small oval to a wide circle over the course of several minutes. Asher cringed as he saw the skin of her labia discolor from a raw red to an almost beet purple with the width of the head.

Fawn, meanwhile, had fallen completely taciturn. Aside from wolfish growls and whimpers, she made no efforts to express her pain verbally. Her focus had shifted solely to bearing through the ordeal, working with her body to bring it to a swift end.

"Keep going, we're almost there!" Asher cheered. He had his hands positioned at the apex of her inner thighs, supporting the tight skin as Fawn pushed the head to its widest point.

Fawn shuddered and let her head fall back on Newt's chest. Her mind was a mess of black static as the pup's shoulders ground against her pubic bone. She arched her spine as the pup ceased to move for one heart-stopping moment. Then, in a sudden lurch, the sac-covered head popped free into Asher's waiting hands.

"Awesome! Awesome, Fawn!" Newt cheered, peering over her shoulder as much as he could. He could see the white membrane resting in his mate's palm. "Babe, you got it?"

Asher nodded. "I've got it, don't worry."

Without drawing attention to it, Asher took the claw of his thumb and carefully -- oh-so-carefully -- punctured the membrane at the base of where he felt the pup's neck should be. A quiet sploosh filled the nesting tent as amniotic fluid rushed over Asher's hands. He hooked his claw inside the tear and slowly peeled the sac over the pup's head.

There wasn't much hair on the pup's head -- unusual, though not uncommon -- but that wasn't what Asher was looking for. He craned his neck at a painful angle until he could catch a glimpse of the pup's face. When he saw it, he paled. The features were predictably swollen, but the puffy lips were hanging open and dripping a thick yellowish mucus. Asher thanked the stars above that he and his partner had read up about whelping -- for he was able to recognize the tell-tale symptom of waterlogged lungs.

The mates locked eyes with each other and nothing else needed to be said or done. They both understood.

"This is it, love," Newt said, leaning in to help Fawn hold her legs apart. "This next contraction is going to be the one."

Fawn's jaw gaped like a suffocating fish, but finally her voice obeyed her command: "Is my baby okay?"

Oh, hell. She must've smelled the pheromones of their stress. Newt had been hoping she wouldn't understood what the scent of fear was, yet.

Newt smiled at her and brushed her sweat-plastered hair away from her eyes. "They're fine, they just need some extra help."

"When you push, I'll give them a little tug," Asher said. "It's going to hurt, but it'll be over before you know it."

Fawn squeezed her eyes shut. "Can't hurt any worse than this," she mumbled. "Just do it."

The boys were expecting the horrific scream Fawn released when Asher began guiding out the first shoulder, but it still made their sensitive ears ring.

"You're so strong, Fawn!" Newt said into her ear. He felt her legs trying to close against the pain, and he had to pause to pull them back apart. "I know it hurts, but you're handling it so well! We're so proud of you!"

Asher kept his focus locked on delivering the pup as fast and as safe as possible. One hand supported the pup's body while the other pulled down on the emerging shoulder.

"Come on, little guy," Asher muttered under his breath. "Come on, you can do it."

With an audible pop of Fawn's hip joints -- and another yowl from the wolf woman herself -- the pup's first shoulder slipped free. Asher wasted zero time in hooking his thumb under the tiny arm and continuing his steady, gentle tug.

A rather disgusting squelch accompanied the pup as it slid onto the duvet. The remains of the membrane bunched around its feet as Asher scooped it into his hands. The body was grey and limp, and all three heartbeats stalled.

"What's wrong?!" Fawn cried. "What's wrong with it?!" She reached for her baby on instinct, but Newt held her back.

"It's okay!" he said, adjusting himself to block her veiw of Asher and the baby. "It's okay, I swear! Asher's taking care of it."

Newt stroked her sweaty face with the back of his hand, doing anything he could think of to soothe her. It didn't stop the tears from flooding the exhausted mother's eyes.

Behind his mate's back, Asher brought the pup's face to his lips. His mouth easily covered the nose and mouth of the newborn, and he gently sucked the sour-tasting fluid out of its airway. Asher spit the gunk into his sleeve and repeated the action, rubbing his thumb against the baby's chest as he did.

It was a process that lasted less than twenty seconds, but to all three werewolves it felt like eternity. But eternity ended when the pup sucked in a deep, squeaking breath. The sound of its first cry was shrill, but to the trio it sounded like singing.

Asher couldn't help but start crying as the little body he'd resurrected wiggled to life in his hands. "Here he is!" he said, voice wavering with joyful tears.

Newt sat back immediately, allowing Fawn to see the baby alive and well in Asher's arms.

"Here's our boy!" Asher announced, laying the crying baby over his mother's heart.

Through the haze of her tears, Fawn looked over every detail of her little boy. She saw the layer of damp fuzz covering his skin, the points on his pink, folded-over ears, and the coating of protective skin over his miniscule claws. She thanked whatever power was out there for that last detail, because such tiny needles would've been horrible to feel coming out.

"Sweetheart," she told the baby, wrapping her arms around him, "don't make a habit outta scaring me like that."

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"Is he already nursing again?" Newt asked as he placed the glass of water on the nightstand.

"He eats like a horse," Fawn chuckled, adjusting the nursing pillow under her baby. Jacob was the name she had settled on.

The sun was coming up now, filling her bedroom with a soft white light. Asher was on the floor, disassembling the nesting tent. It would be taken out again in a few months for Newt to use, but the Alpha was determined to Tetris the pieces correctly into their box.

Jacob was an aggressive nurser. Three hours old and this was his third time demanding his mother's milk. Newt and Asher insisted such an appetite was normal for a larger werewolf pup, but Fawn wasn't too thrilled to learn she was going to get even less sleep than she anticipated with a new baby.

Fawn quickly drained the glass of water. She wasn't sure if she would ever feel not-thirsty again. "So, Newt," she said, "I didn't scare you into wanting a C-section, did I?"

"Nah, not at all." Newt laid down on the bed beside Fawn, propping himself against the Squishmallow pile. "If you could get him out, I'm pretty sure I'll be okay."

Newt pet the thin strands of hair on Jacob's head. The newborn swiped a clumsy, mitten-covered fist over his head with a teeny-tiny growl. All three adults stopped and stared.

"Was that him?!" Asher asked from the floor.

"Yeah . . ." Newt said, withdrawing his hand. "He's very protective of his food."

Asher almost fell over laughing. "That's Alpha behavior if I've ever seen it!"

"How do you guys even determine that stuff?" Fawn asked. "Is it a sex thing?"

"Eh, a bit," Newt shrugged, "but it's also a personality thing." He tickled the folded tip of Jacob's soft ear, and got the same response as before.

"Ow!" Fawn jerked as her son bit down on her breast. "Stop annoying him, or I'm biting you, too!"

"Sorry," Newt chuckled.

"I can't thank you boys enough for this," Fawn said. "This werewolf shit is all sorts of weird for me, and . . . now I know for certain that Jacob wouldn't have been alright if you weren't with me."

"That's what packs do," Asher said, re-folding a segment of nylon tarp. "We look out for each other."

"Do we even . . . " Fawn stopped herself mid-sentence and looked away.

Newt grinned and touched his forehead to Fawn's temple. "I don't know. What do you think?"

Fawn grinned in return and rubbed her cheek against his hair, leaving her scent on his skin.

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Rolan's never done something like this before, and he's more than a little nervous.

He loves Tav. He truly, deeply does. The few entanglements he's had in the past were nothing compared to this; compared to the way he feels about her. So, of course, of course, when she pitched the idea to him, he'd agreed to try it, despite his apprehension. Tav has been abundantly clear: if he doesn't enjoy it they can stop, and they needn't revisit the idea.

Still, that doesn't prevent the coil of concern that thrashes in his stomach.

"Are you okay?" Her voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

He swallows around the lump in his throat, nods slowly, "yes, of course."

Tav's face twists in concern, "Rolan... We don't have to-"

"I want to." He's firm and quick in his response. He might be completely terrified but he wants this, wants to do this for her.

Tav doesn't look convinced, "Rolan, I'm serious, I don't mind if-"

"Tav."

She stops, looks at him.

"Shut up and take off your clothes."

Her eyes widen, and it would almost be comical if Rolan's heart wasn't currently pounding out of his chest. It almost feels wrong, ordering her around like this, and he has to remind himself that this is what she wants, what she asked for.

If he's being honest with himself, he's mostly worried about disappointing her. They've shared their bodies many times now, but never like this. He's an academic; a perfectionist. The idea of doing something that he hasn't practiced to faultlessness, the idea of potentially being bad at something? That's the worst part. At the end of the day, if he doesn't enjoy it, he knows he never has to do it again. But if he's just bad at it? If she doesn't enjoy herself? He's not sure he'll survive the embarrassment.

Still, he can't deny the thrill that runs through him as Tav hurries to obey his instruction.

"Slower." He lets his voice drop an octave into what he hopes is an attractive and commanding tone. A tingle of pleasure runs up his spine when she immediately slows her movements, making eye contact with him as she strips.

She's gradual and deliberate in removing her clothing. Not quite putting on a show, but she's purposeful in every inch of skin she exposes. Rolan's sure he'll never tire of watching her undress.

Once she's stripped down to her underthings, she stops, standing with her hands behind her back.

Roman quirks an eyebrow at her. "I said take your clothes off, didn't I? That means all of them."

A visible shiver runs through her body as she reaches to undo her brassiere, and wow, yeah, he's enjoying this. Her eagerness to comply is intoxicating, and something about having her stripping for him while he's still fully clothed has him half hard already under his robes.

Finally, she stands there naked in front of him, shifting from foot to foot, hands clasped behind her back. He takes a moment to just admire her, take in her form and appreciate her body.

Gods, she's incredible.

He crosses the room to her, stands so close his breath fans across her face, but doesn't touch her. Her anticipation is palpable in the air between them. Rolan leans forward slowly, testing her, seeing if she'll lean in, but she doesn't. Leans forward, closer, until his lips almost brush against hers. Her breathing is quiet but ragged, lips parted, and her tongue darts out to wet them. When he takes a step back without kissing her, a smirk on his face, she whines quietly in the back of her throat.

The bed creaks as he sits on the edge of it, feet planted firmly on the floor. Her eyes dart between his face and his lap eagerly, and the heady feeling that seeing her so greedy for him gives him rushes straight to his groin. He runs his hands down his own lap, smoothing his robes of any creases, and then using two fingers he taps his thigh twice.

"Come."

She scrambles to do as he says, draping herself over his lap. Her stomach sits over his thighs, her ass in the air, and she hangs her head and moans as he brings a hand up to cup her rear.

That feeling of uncertainty comes rushing back.

She wants him to strike her, to inflict pain on her, and the concept is... Confusing. He doesn't understand what about it will be enjoyable, isn't entirely sure what she gains from this. He caresses the flesh of her rear, squeezing and stroking her softly as he steels himself.

"Is this okay?" He can't help the question, but Tav is nodding before he's finished speaking. "Use your words. I need to hear you say this is what you want."

She groans slightly, "I want it Rolan. Please."

He swallows hard, and he feels his dick twitch. She gasps at the feeling of his length flexing against her stomach. Hearing her beg isn't something he knew he needed.

"You're going to count them out for me, okay? Out loud. Don't lose count."

She nods again, and he draws his hand back.

The first slap is tentative, making a quiet noise as the skin of his palm meets the flesh of her cheek, and she gasps softly.

"One."

He waits a moment, gives her a chance to say she wants him to stop, but she doesn't. This time, when he draws his hand back, he lets it fall harder, feeling a light sting across his fingers. Whatever reaction he expected, it isn't the loud uncontrolled moan she lets loose.

"T-Two."

Oh. Yeah. He likes this. Her breathy gasps and gulps between each slap of his hand, the way she pushes back into him when he rubs the skin to soothe it. He lets loose three more slaps in quick succession, each one slightly harder than the last, and the noises she makes with each bite of pain get more debauched with each one. He squeezes the globe of her ass hard after the final hit, and she whines.

"Three, four, fiv-"

He cuts her off before she can finish counting, slapping his hand down hard on her other cheek, grabbing a fistful of her flesh as he makes contact with her, and the noise is less like a slap and more like a dull thud. She arches her back, letting out a filthy noise, and her movement pushes her stomach into his erection. His own breath hitches, the pressure against his cock gratifying, but far too light to be relieving. He brings his hand down hard again in retaliation and her back arches again in response, creating a delicious feedback loop as he lets loose several more hits.

"Six! Seven! E-eightnineten!"

They're both panting now, breath coming out hard and fast while he fondles her. The skin on both her cheeks is tinged red now, and in one spot he can see the outline of a few of his fingers.

Yeah, okay. He gets it now.

This is exhilarating. Having her like this, folded in half for him, completely bare and at the mercy of his every whim. He feels drunk on it. He smoothes his hand up and over the swell of her ass, dances his way along her spine leaving a trail of goosebumps. She sighs and relaxes into him, and he uses the moment of defencelessness to grab a handful of the soft skin around her waist, squeezing and teasing the flesh. She keens in surprise and pleasure.

"You want more?"

She nods.

"Words, Tav."

"Ye-" He brings his hand down brutally on her backside and she cries out. "Yes! Eleven!"

As he soothes the hit he lets his hand trail down between her legs, and she makes a noise in the back of her throat of pure lust. He shudders as he reaches the apex of her thighs.

"Gods, Tav, you're dripping."

She nods so hard he's worried she'll pull a muscle, and he chuckles.

"You like this? You like..." He pauses briefly, unsure if he should finish his sentence, before deciding to continue. "You like when I play with you?"

She groans and pushes back against him, which causes his finger to brush against her clit, and she jolts at the sensation with a whine. He gives her a hard, harsh slap for it.

"Ah! Twelve!"

His cock is aching, and he's so turned on he feels light headed. Hells, she looks beautiful like this; looks beautiful spread out over his lap, waiting for him to touch her. He's losing his patience.

The final three hits he gives her are the harshest yet, and she's reduced to a puddle of pained and pleasured cries. He doesn't give her a chance to count out the slaps before he's hauling her upwards, and he pulls her to straddles his lap as he surges to meet her lips. She mewls as he pulls her hips down, her sore rear stinging at the contact with his robes, and he swallows the noise down greedily. Their tongues lash together, teeth clashing messily, and she grinds down against him. It wrenches a noise from low in his gut, and he drags his lips away from her to grab her hip harshly and slap the top of her ass. As she moans, he wraps his arms around her, bringing her with him as he stands, before turning and throwing her onto the bed.

She doesn't get a chance to adjust before he's manhandling her, flipping her so she's face down in the mattress, and he grabs her hips and yanks them towards him. As one hand works to free his length from his robes, the other places a bruising slap against her. The noise she makes is more pain than pleasure, and he panics for a moment before she pushes back against him. Fuck.

He doesn't even take the time to open her up properly, just frees his cock and grabs her ass with both hands, spreading her open to him as he thrusts into the wet heat of her cunt. She clenches around him and buries her face in the sheets, grabbing a fistful and crying out as he sets a brutal pace.

"Fuck, Tav." He smacks her again, grabbing her as he makes contact and pulling her into him harder. With every snap of his hips, his pelvis slaps against the tender skin and she's dissolving into a puddle of overstimulation and pleasure. " Fuck , Tav, you take me so well. You like taking me like this?"

She whines around her words, "yes! Fuck, Rolan, I'm so close! Please!"

He reaches around her, circles her clit with the pads of two fingers, and within a few moments she's screaming and clenching around him. He grits his teeth and groans as she finishes on his cock, and her body goes limp and pliable as he chases his own release.

When he spends himself inside her, she moans at the feeling of his seed spilling into her, and it has him shuddering and twitching harder.

He collapses forwards, burying his face in her hair, and he runs his hands up her sides.

"Are- Are you-" He takes great gulping gasps between his words. "Are you okay? Was that- that okay?"

Tav doesn't speak, just makes a series of incoherent noises, before freeing an arm from underneath her and making an "okay" sign with her thumb and finger. A laugh barks its way out of Rolan's chest before he can stop it.

"Gods, Tav. That was... Wow."

She laughs a little under him, and tilts her head to the side to speak. "So you didn't hate it?"

"No! Not at all. We can... We can do it again, if you like?"

She lets out a laugh that sounds relived, "yes, please. You're a natural."

He can't help but preen at that. Not bad for an academic, hm?

[kissesfromcaptors]

Alan Orion/Reader

Summary: After spending the night at Alan’s, you wake up wrapped in his arms. Fluffy morning sex ensues.

🔞  MINORS DNI  🔞

Everything was soft and heavy. Your body ached dully as you fastened your eyes more tightly shut, pushing your face deeper into the soft down pillow you were rested on. A weight pressed firmly across your torso, fixing your body closely against a lengthy, breathing expanse, radiating heat, vital to the touch. You listened for a moment, lulled by the regular rhythm, the slight flex of a chest into your spine, the quiet whistle on the exhale. Birdsong faint in the distance, a melody on the exuberance of being alive. Mornings were peaceful out here. No shrieking alarm clocks to wake you, no cars sputtering loudly down the street in their pursuit to fall into the clamor of the working world- no nightmares, even, wrapped in a secure, familiar embrace that seemed to leech away even the worst of worry as you slept. Just Alan, tangled around you and smelling of woodsmoke and promise, and the thick quilted comforter that enveloped the two of you in your own private world. Unwilling to face the day yet, and committed to enjoying the unbroken spell of rest and comfort for just a little while longer, you stretched, your joints snapping loudly back into place, then wormed your way closer to Alan. Pressed flush against him, everything felt whole, right in a way you had not yet dared to name. Love, certainly. But you hesitated, tipping on the precipice of forever. He sighed, his head rolling forward to come to rest at the crook of your neck, arm tightening reflexively around you. You smiled to yourself, warmth flooding your face at the simple intimacy of the gesture. You had slept with Alan for some time now, but this was still one of the few times you had actually slept with him, and the domesticity of spending the night at his place was not lost on you. 

Aglow with sentiment, you failed to predict that his mouth, parting wetly against your skin, was baring his teeth to bite, and you squeaked as his teeth dug into the meat of your shoulder. He was biting in his sleep now? Your eyes flew open, squinting in the watery sunlight that poured through his open curtains, and squirmed a little in his grasp. Unfazed and definitely still asleep, he gripped you tighter still, until half exasperated and half fond, you reached back to grip his hair, tugging him away by force. Marking you up while he fucked you was one thing, hell, even the fond nibbles he imparted as easily as a kiss were acceptable, but you had to draw the line somewhere, and that may as well be for being used as a chew toy before you’d even had your morning coffee. Alan grunted behind you, his breath starting in his throat, before one of his calloused hands crept slowly up to meet yours in his hair. He yawned thickly, leaning in to your touch.

“There a reason you’re pulling at me, Doe-eyes?” He mumbled, voice low and cracked through with sleep. You bit your lip, still not used to the sound of him as he woke up, and released his thick locks bashfully. He rewarded you with a snicker, nuzzling against the crown of your head and planting a kiss where his lips came to rest. 

“You were biting me!” You answered, petulant. Your tone didn’t seem to ruffle him, and he laughed fully, warm and affectionate, the sound splintering the stillness of the morning. 

“That hasn’t bothered ya before!” He chuckled, hands trailing smoothly down your back to rest at the small of your waist, circling it as he drew you to his chest. 

“I was trying to sleep!” You weren’t unaffected by his good humor, and fought the grin that threatened to split your face in two. Damn him for being so charming while you were trying to pout. Alan hummed, breath ghosting down the nape of your neck. 

“Well, we’re both up now. You made sure a’ that,” he spoke into the hollow beneath your ear, and you shivered a little as the hot gust of air sent tingles careening down your spine. He palmed your hips more firmly, squeezing a little before flipping you onto your back, sliding over you in one smooth motion until he was perched over you, knees splayed, hands planted firmly on either side of your head. You blinked up at him, dazed and struck dumb by the sight of him, heavy eyed and smiling, face painted gold by liquid sunlight. Any remaining stubborn irritability melted in his wake, and you wound your arms around his neck by way of an apology. No, you most certainly were not used to this yet, the way his tank top clung to him, riding up to expose his stomach, the way he looked hanging over you and plastered with a sleepy grin, his bed head wild and lit in a gossamer cloud around him, the way his striking eyes shone. Alan any day was gorgeous. Alan above you, drenched in sunlight and bed rumpled was breathtaking. You toed again at the concept. Forever.

“Whatever,” you stuck your bottom lip out playfully, mocking pique. “Kiss me about it.” He huffed spiritedly, leaning down and catching your mouth with his without complaint. He was tender, curled his fingers around your jaw so delicately you'd think that it may break, molded his lips to yours, traded the rhythm of the kiss with you in a patient push and pull. It's really too bad he was hot when he was waking up, because a part of you could be very deeply touched by the pure, inherent love for you that spread across his every action in this moment. The other part of you, however, was reaching for the waistband of his sweats. He giggled against your mouth, nipping your bottom lip before disentangling to raise his eyebrow at you, watching as you snapped the elastic against his hip. 

"Thought you said you just wanted a kiss," he grinned, eyes darkening just a fraction while you toyed with him, brushing against his front with your knuckles in measured, teasing strokes. 

"Are you complaining?" You shot back, dipping just below the fabric to scratch at the flesh between his stomach and his groin, relishing the feeling of his coarse happy trail under your fingertips. 

"Nope," he enunciated with a pop, looking giddy, all warm cheeks and toothy smile. "Just wasn't expecting such a good morning 's all. Especially after you tried to scalp me." You snorted, reaching down to take his length in your hand, giving a teasing stroke as you felt him twitch to life under your touch. 

"Maybe if you didn't dress like such a snack I wouldn't have to jump your bones first thing! Grey sweats, Alan? It's like you want me to lose it."

"Guilty as charged," he says, fondness practically dripping from his tone. "Only the finest for you, Doe-eyes." You returned the comment with a giggle of your own, letting out a breathy sigh as one of his hands tangled into your hair. "Should give you a taste a' your own medicine though," he mused, rocking back into your hand as it worked him to his full hardness.  

"You don't even feel pain that way! No fair!” He fisted the strands coming from the nape of your neck, gave them a playful tug, barely enough to sting, and despite your protests, you groaned quietly, pulling against his hand to provide counterpressure, reveling in the feeling. 

“Certainly sounds like you don’t mind.”

You whined, wiggling under him and rutting into the pressure of your own hand as it stroked Alan, a thumb swiping up to collect the precum beading at the head of his shaft. He growled as you teased the small slit, low and deep in his chest, and heat flooded your face, bleeding through you to collect at the base of your spine. 

    “God, Alan…” you breathed, removing your hand from his dick and hastily pulling his sweats around his thighs, mouth watering when his cock sprang free, bobbing against your stomach. He reached down to tear at your pajama bottoms, crawling backward to pull them to your ankles and shucking his own the rest of the way off, dipping down to kiss your stomach just below the navel as your clothes were discarded, balled up on his bedroom floor. 

    “You’ve got such a pretty voice, Doe-eyes,” he cooed, grazing his teeth along your hip bone and chuckling as it prompted a cut off yelp. “I wanna hear more. Don’tcha wanna be good for me? Come on, let me hear ya.” You heaved out a shaky breath, pushing your pelvis up pointedly. 

    “Fuck me already,” you urged, reaching down to grip at his shoulders. He laughed, trailing his tongue down the seam where your thigh met your hips, stopping short of your sex to breathe against it heavily. 

    “Tease!” you accused, trying to push your hips into his face and groaning as he held them firmly to the bed. 

    “Ah ah, Doe-eyes, no need to be hasty. Let me enjoy you.” You buried your nails into the exposed skin of his shoulders, earning a teasing kitten lick against your sex. 

    “I swear to god, Alan,” you huffed, bucking uselessly under his touch. He relented, nuzzling his face between your thighs and opening his mouth wide, taking you in to the wet heat of his mouth as he proceeded to devour you whole. You moaned, awash with heat as he serviced you, one of his hands scratching down your hip and over your thigh to snake a finger into your opening, crooking the digit as it entered you. Heaving, you clenched around him, pulling him deeper inside you. He grunted, the sound reverberating appealingly around you, sucking you down, and pulled off with a slick sounding pop. 

    “You always taste so good,” he sighed, sounding half dreamy as he added another finger to his prodding exploration inside you. “Think I wanna get you off just like this. Would ya like that? Wanna cum inside my mouth?” You keened, tossing your head back against your pillow and rocking into his fingers.

    “Please,” you moaned, desperate for the searing heat of his mouth. 

    “As you wish,” he grinned, delving back into his ministrations, setting a brutal pace between his fingers and his tongue. You let every wanton noise pass freely through your lips, trembling beneath him, the rough pad of his thumb tracing affectionate circles against your hip somehow only stoking the fire in your blood further. Your hands traced over his broad shoulders and up his neck, scratching along his jaw and burying your fingers in the soft hair at his temples. Pulling him closer, tight against your sex, panting as he messily devoured you. 

    “That’s so, so good, Alan, fuck,” you whined. “You’re so good for me, my good boy, I love you so so much, keep going please.” His pace increased, spurned on by your praise and the way you stroked his hair, dizzy as you lost yourself to him. He growled, swallowing roughly around you, and your hips bucked up uncontrollably, pushing into the hollow of his mouth and seeing white as his teeth scraped against your tender flesh. 

    “F-fuck,” you panted. “Close, close, please- I need… I love you so much, fuck-” your words stopped short on your lips as he drove a third finger into you, eyes rolling back in your head as he pumped into you with reckless abandon, thighs clenching tightly around his head. You came with his name on your tongue and your love for him gripped tightly at your heart, thrumming erratically beneath your ribs. 

    He slowed as your thrashing came to a quivering halt, lapping at the fluid that escaped you as though starved. You sighed, long and languid, and pulled him off of you when the contact toed the edge of painful overstimulation, drawing yourself up into a rough sitting position as you cupped his jaw. He beamed up at you, face a mess of saliva and the vestiges of your release, practically glowing. He looked impossibly besotted, flushed and lovesick under your gaze. You couldn’t help the urge to kiss him, catching his lips and gasping against his mouth, quaking with the force of raw emotion that possessed you. Forever sat heavy in your throat, itching for release. He met your kiss with uncontested passion, crawling up to your lap, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue as he swiped it against your bottom lip. You let that be for a while, just kissing him and allowing the world to be at rest, forgotten in the shadow of life in his arms. He pulled back to take a breath, and you attempted to resituate yourself, lean down to return the gesture, only to have him stop you short, his hands clamped tightly around your wrists. 

    “Just yer hands, Doe-eyes,” he pleaded. “I wanna keep kissing you.” Sweet, you thought, far sweeter than he had the right to be. 

    “Alright,” you told him, “Lay back.” He shifted, laying across the pillows, arms spread wide, and smiled goofily up at you as you settled over him, taking his flushed and leaking cock into your soft palm. He was red, heavy, hot and twitching in your hand, and you admired the way he sucked in a breath between his teeth, chest flexing outward as it filled. You leaned down, pushing your plush mouth against his, teasing the corner of his lips with your tongue as you pumped him, swallowing his whines readily. 

    He met your movements with rocking hips, pressing against your mouth with urgency. He tasted like familiarity, electric with desire that coursed through you so strongly you felt as though you were floating, hardly pausing to breathe as he pulled you closer, closer still. Your weight was heavy on his chest, barely any room between the two of you for your hand to move along his length, though he evidently didn’t mind, fucking into your hand with such desperation you hardly had to move it anyhow. You pulled away from his mouth, dragging your face down to his neck, and his hips stuttered and picked up a ferocious pace as you dug your teeth into him. Feral and writhing beneath you, he let out a bone-shaking growl, gripping your waist with crushing force as he came in molten heavy bursts, his cum spilling over your hand and smearing between your bodies, painting your stomachs glistening white as he bucked wildly through his climax. You held him as he came down, stroked his hair and whispered praise so cloying sweet you wouldn’t dare repeat it outside of his arms, enamored sentiment outweighing pride as his gasping grew long and heavy in your ears. He grumbled, wrapping his arms around your body protectively, and tipped you over so you lay on your side beside him. His cum grew tacky between you, and you shifted in an attempt to leave his gasp and wipe down, but his wiry arms tightened vicelike around you, trapping you in place. 

    “Alan, come on, we’ve gotta clean up,” you complained. He yawned, nuzzling into the hollow of your throat, stubbornly refusing to let you go. 

    “We can clean up later,” he murmured, drowsy. “Let’s lay here a bit.” You pursed your lips, sighing heavily. You’d be in desperate need of a shower, and he was going to have to wash the sheets, but you couldn’t complain when they weren’t yours to clean- couldn’t help the thought that followed, ‘yet’. You melted into his embrace, letting your eyes slide shut. The day would wait. You’d entertain forever for a while, and let the world glide by untethered from the one you shared.

[rissararity]

Keep My Secret - Stucky/OC

By RissaRarity

(A/B/O, NSFW, threat of SA -failed attempt)

Fic masterlist - idk why it says it's my ao3, must be a bug?

EAU DE OMEGA PART 2 - (Steve + Prism)

An hour later, Prism strode down the sidewalk in her cinched over coat and clunky boots – equal parts elegant and cute.  She let her pheromones go completely, not holding back at all.

Trying to appear lost in thought and unobservant, she squinted at the street signs in the bit of light provided by a street light.

She could hear Steve taking out a pursuer on coms as she walked alone, not really looking at the other people scatter around.

It wasn’t the worst neighborhood,  but it was close.

She ignored cat callers and heard more scuffling every few minutes. She’d nearly completed her planned path when she was grabbed and pulled into an ally.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out so late?” An alpha that reeked of cigarettes showed his stained teeth, shoving her back against the wall.

Prism yelped, knees shaking as he smothered her with his aura, making her hair stand on end. Her throat felt tight as he yanked the tie on her coat loose and opened it.

“P-please…” she cowered, crossing her arms over herself, eyes flashing around for an exit.

“You’re gonna be begging me to fuck you before long, omega.”

“N-no I!” 

he pawed at her blouse,  “Be quiet. Don’t move.” He commanded, making her blood run cold as her body froze.

Any time now guys!

As soon as she thought it, her assailant was grabbed from behind and thrown against the opposite wall.

Bucky beat the man with his vibranium arm while Steve called in another pick up, putting a hand on his mate’s shoulder to stop him from turning the guy into a meat paste.

The blonde then got in one good punch that knocked him out cold.

They turned their attention to her immediately, finding her shakily righting her clothes and redoing the bow on her coat.

“You okay, Bon?” Steve asked, slowly stepping a little closer to the very omega looking woman with wide, teary eyes and pink cheeks.

“It’s different with the shot.” She said numbly. “Normally it doesn’t bother me but…that was…scary. Being helpless.”

Bucky stepped a little closer too, frowning.

“Oh sweetheart,” Steve took her into his arms and held her head to his collar bone to take comfort in his scent. Prism melted against him and yet her tears slide down just as Bucky got on her other side and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“We can call it a night. Get you home and snug as a bug in a rug.” The beta kissed her cheek, making her crack a smile and take a deep breath- inhaling both of their scents.

Steve stiffened behind them, Bucky a moment after. “Someone’s watching us. I can feel it.” He said against her lips, kissing her after to cover it.

“How do you want us to play this, Priz?” Bucky asked, kissing up the side of her neck.

Despite the terror she just felt, being surrounded by her teammates like this made her feel safe and wanted.  All she could think about was their muscular torsos pressed against her, hands starting to wander for the sake of the cover.

“He’s a sex trafficker, right?” she whispered, arching her back to push her breasts toward the blonde and leaning her head back to rest on Bucky’s chest and looking up at him with gentle, submissive eyes.

“Yeah…such a good girl…”the  alpha murmured as he opened the top part of her coat and began to kiss the skin her dress revealed. She ran her fingers through his hair, making him shiver as it sent tingles across his scalp.

“This is fine.” She said against Buck’s lips before kissing him as his mate’s hand slipped into her neckline, lips attached to her neck.

They carefully kept her breasts from being exposed to the intruding gaze while Bucky began to suck on the side of her throat while he palmed one in a leather covered hand. She moaned against his lips, her hands sliding up the Captain’s muscular torso.

By the time they felt the onlooker leave, all three of them were breathless and horny. It was like they had to peel themselves away, red faced and warm.

“M-maybe we shouldn’t go back yet.” Bucky voiced, watching Prism hastily right herself.

Steve gulped and looked back and fourth between the others, pupils blown. He nodded, “We should wait. Alright for another lap?” he asked the “omega” who rubbed her thighs together shyly.

“You’ll get even more of a response now. Trust me.” The alpha told her, “You smell incredible.” The brunet agreed, nose twitching a little.

Feeling much better after some reassurance and distracting, she agreed.

It felt weird to be walking around in a public place so wet; her pussy lips rubbing on her clit while she walked felt almost torturous.

The walk felt like it was ten miles long. When she met up with them again she noticed the scent of their horny pheromones had dissipated. They were surprised that hers hadn’t. They headed back outside the town to where the invisible quinjet waited.

In the enclosed space, she tried to play it cool and act as normal as possible. Unfortunately her stress rolled off her and only peaked the curiosity of her partners.

Bucky was piloting the craft so Steve sat in the back where the girl was holding a bar for stability.

“Come here, Priz.” He patted his lap, smiling a little as she immediately sat down; yelping a little as she felt his hardness under her. The blonde put his hands on her hips and rocked her slightly, making her gasp.

She shuttered, leaning her head back on his shoulder with a desperate whimper.

“What do you need, baby girl?” he asked huskily in her ear, rocking against her again.

“I…I need…” She crinkled her face in frustration as she got flustered.

“I can’t help you until you tell me what you need.”

She glared just before Bucky spoke up, still looking ahead, “Turbulence coming up. Better strap down, Doll.”

Steve was happy to tighten his grip on her hips, “I’ve got her.” Then adding quieter in her ear, “she’s not going anywhere.”

The little growl in his words made her clit pulse and a mewel come from her lips. She looked away from Steve as she blushed.

The ship began to shake slightly for a few seconds on and off, the alpha used each vibration as an excuse to grind against her rear.

“Please…” She panted, head foggy with lust. “I need to cum. Make me cum…”

Steve smirked, grabbing her cheek with one hand and turning her to look at him, “What was that? I can’t hear you when you’re not looking at me.”

She knit her brows and stomped her foot a little on the metal floor, pouting. “Don’t make me say it again…” She begged.

Fully aware and listening, Bucky smirked as his mate raised his eyebrows.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He waited as she glared before sighing, “Please make me cum. Please.”

She held his gaze silently for a few long seconds before he winked, “As you wish, Princess.”

Steve eased her knees apart and slid his fingers slowly up her thigh to slide up her slit over her panties, groaning as he felt how wet she already was.

“You really like having both of us, don’t you? So naughty.” He murmured in her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek, then temple.

Yes, she really did.

Speechless, she blushed as he slid his long fingers up and down a couple of more times before pulling the thin fabric aside to touch her fully.

Immediately, her back arched and she took a shaky breath against his neck. She huffed impatiently as he teased her before rubbing her clit, earning a gasp and shutter as she began to press grateful kisses to his jaw.

“Such a needy little psudo-mega…” he smiled approvingly as he easily started with two fingers, a growl in his chest as he felt how easily her body welcomed him.

“Nugh…” She closed her eyes and got lost in the feeling as he finger fucked her in the back of the quinjet, inhaling his alpha pheromones between whimpers and gasps.

“This is how real omegas have their stress dealt with too. It’s the best outlet, if you ask me, because I’m pre-wired to please you.” He sucked on the side of her neck, careful to avoid her mating gland.  His words ghosted across her skin like minty, electric shocks as his fingers reached the spongey spot inside of her that made her breath catch and body tense.

“I just wanna please you, ‘mega. Let alpha take care of you.” He murmured,  enjoying what he thought was the scent of the Eau de Omega perfume as he slid out from under her and smoothly slid back in to the second knuckle, kneeling.

“…Alpha…” she panted back, doing her best to fuck his fingers while his thumb rubbed her pearl.

“You did such a good job tonight…good girls get rewards, don’t they Bon?”

Her lusty eyes met his as a blush flooded her cheeks, “Y-yes…” she hesitated when he glared for a moment,  “…sir…?”

“Captain.”

Oh.

“Yes Captain.” She amended.

He grinned, “Good girl.”

She whimpered and moved her hips to ride his fingers faster.

“Come for Alpha, Sweetheart. Let me feel how tight you are…” he lowered his head to her inner thigh and began to kiss it, pushing her knees wide open to make room for his him.

Her eyes snapped back open as she felt him suckle on her bud while continuing to let her fuck his fingers. She practically dripped at the sight of Steve with his mouth on her sex, moaning as he met her gaze confidently, even his own eyes full of lust.

Meanwhile, Bucky was listening closely as he pretended to pilot the jet. One hand on the wheel and the other  lazily rubbing himself over his pants as he easily created a mental image from the sounds alone. He closed his eyes after a bit to get a peek at Steve’s live visuals…biting his lip to hold in a groan as he witnessed her beautiful arousal up close in his minds eye.

He could almost feel the wetness hit his cheeks as the cord in her snapped and she came around his mate’s -now three- fingers.

“Good girl, Princess. I’m so proud of you.”  The blonde gently removed his fingers, blushing a little when she gasped at the loss of them  surprising even herself.  He stood a little to rest his forehead on hers, chest aflutter that she accepted it even if she was still riding her high.

“Good girls get rewards, don’t they Bon?” he repeated, a smirk in his words.

“…yes Captain.”

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With the tension and stress drained from her body with the help of an alpha, Prism felt more relaxed than she had in a while. Steve’s horny alpha pheromones had given her all she needed to maintain homeostasis.

It also confirmed the running theory that Bucky’s alpha act passed the omega test.

It really did.

To her omega senses, Bucky felt every bit an Alpha when that was his goal. Even his horny alpha pheromones were on par with the real deal.

The knowledge made her start to get wet again as her mind wandered to what it would be like to be domed my both of them at once. Steve's nose twitched at the scent, eyebrow raising as he glanced over at her sitting on the love seat.

The beta decided to “shower” upon their return and Steve had gotten to relieve himself last time so it was only fair.

For the sake of Steve keeping a hold of himself, he and Prism sat on opposing couches in the little den with books in their hands.

He noticed the far away look in her eye as she got distracted with her own thoughts, scent of her arousal faded as quick as it arrived. She was content, even with the handsome hunk of alpha glancing up at her every few minutes.

After a while, Steve’s attention was grabbed by a whine from the other couch.

Bonnie pouted as he looked at her, making him grin. “What is it, little one?”

“I…I want…I…wader-kerder…” she muttered the last bit, picking at the hem of the shirt she’d stolen when Bucky tossed it to shower.

He gave an amused look, “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“I…I SAID….I…I want…” she wiggled in embarrassment, casting her eyes to the throw pillow beside him. “I want to cuddle, okay?!” she blushed.

“You only had to ask.” He smiled, laying down on his side and scooting back a bit more into the couch. To his surprise, she laid on her side and planted her face in his chest, purring happily until she fell asleep while one of his arms curled around her.

A close lipped smile sat on his face while he breathed in her lavender conditioner and tossed his book on the coffee table. He laid there holding until he, too, fell asleep as her content omega pheromones unwittingly soothed him.

Bucky entered the room with damp hair, eyes sparking with joy as he saw them cuddled so close.

Her peaceful breathing filled the room as the beta went over and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her head, then one to Steve’s forehead. A small smile sat on his lips while he looked at them for a long while before collapsing on the other couch and crossing his arms over his chest as he rested his eyes.

[the-gateway-to-madness]

Grey Clouds Roll Over The Hills

or in other words: self-indulgent hurt/comfort between Louie Duck and my oc, Madeleine "Mad" Corr.

tw: panic attack, injury

Dewey was lying in a bed, torso bandaged. Huey was close by his side, as was a fretful Della and a pacing Scrooge. Beakley was keeping tabs on Dewey’s vitals.

Louie knew he should be there with them. But seeing his (if only slightly) older brother lying there, hurt, helpless…

He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t stay there. He couldn’t look at him.

Louie found himself running, climbing into the attic, hyperventilating. He couldn’t think, couldn’t focus. It felt like his senses weren’t taking in the room; his heart was beating so hard and fast he felt nauseated.

He plopped down on the floor, gripping his hoodie, breath harsh and almost painful.

His head snapped up and towards the stairs as someone came up- he recognized the quiet tapping of Mad’s footsteps.

“Lou…” she trailed off when she saw him. “... Louie?” She carefully, evenly stepped closer and sat near him, but not stiflingly so. She reached out and hesitantly took his hand, and checked the pulse point in his wrist. She frowned and laced her fingers through his, squeezing his hand for a moment. “I’ll be right back,” she murmured quietly before getting up and heading out.

Louie scrambled to say something, to stop her from getting someone else, but his throat felt tight, his voice and brain disconnected. His whole body felt like it was short-circuiting.

He felt like he was swimming in his own head, suffocating in the air in his lungs, time blurring into something blank, eternal in each moment, unbearable.

Mad returned, carrying something clinky, and took his hand gently. She wrapped his fingers around an icy cold glass of water.

Louie blinked and looked at it, startled by the sudden shift in sensation.

Mad lifted it slightly with two fingertips. “Drink,” she coaxed gently.

Louie swallowed, with difficulty, and took a beakful of water, and then another. The cold seemed to swell in his mouth, and he felt it travel all the way down his esophagus. It felt quite comfortable in his stomach, actually.

A few more swallows, and then he stopped to breathe, setting the cup close nearby. 

Mad held an arm out to him. “Physical contact grounding or suffocating right now?”

“Grounding,” Louie decided, shifting to lean against her shoulder.

Mad gently guided him to lean against the center of her chest, resting a hand on the back of his head and gently running her fingers through his feathers. She took a slow breath in for a few seconds, held it, and then let it out. In, hold, out. In, hold, out, in even increments. 

Louie found himself mirroring her breathing, distracted by the sound of her heartbeat close to his ear. His nervous system had been significantly calmed by the cold of the water (and the drinking of it), and the controlled breathing was beginning to help as well.

Mad’s free hand slipped under his, loosely holding his hand. Her other fingers continued to run through his feathers.

Louie shivered, tingles running over his skull and down his spine. A much more pleasant sensation than the full system meltdown from mere minutes before.

She took an extra long, deep breath, then sighed, relaxed. He copied her, relishing the feeling of the air reaching the depths of his lungs.

“Thanks, Maddie,” he said quietly. 

It was Mad’s turn to blink. “... Maddie?”

Louie stiffened a bit. “Uh- I- sorry-”

She hummed, fingers digging through his feathers and massaging his scalp. “No, no, actually I- I like it. Coming from you it sounds pretty nice.”

Louie’s face was burning, but he closed his eyes, reaching for his water. Mad got there first and handed it to him. 

He smiled a little, sipping his water. It soothed him even further, and he allowed himself one of his arguably worst habits- catching an ice cube and crunching on it.

Mad chuckled softly. “You chew ice too?”

“You chew ice???” Louie said, looking up and beaming.

Mad chortled. “Crunchy.”

“Crunchy,” Louie agreed happily. He crunched another ice cube, then sighed. “... I’m… I’m nervous, Mad.”

“Of course you are,” Mad said quietly. “Your invincible big brother got hurt. I can’t even cope with that. I can’t imagine how bad it is for you.” She took a slow breath again- this time, Louie had the feeling it was to calm herself.

“Louie… the rest of us,” Mad said quietly, “normal people… your family is to us what Dewey is to you. Untouchable. Immortal. Beacons of heroism and protection.” She squeezed his hand and dug her fingers into his feathers a bit more. “To see one of you hurt… for the rest of us, it’s like watching the world crack open.” She dropped her chin on top of his head. “I’d already lost that perception of all of you. I know how it feels to realize that your protectors aren’t unbreakable. That they bleed, that they hurt.” Talking about it was making her pulse pick up, and Louie was oddly comforted by the fact he wasn’t the only one affected badly.

“But, at the same time… the fact that you’re as normal as any of us and you all keep fighting? I’ve come to find it comforting,” Mad continued. “Because if you can get back up, so can I.” She rubbed her chin against the top of his head. “And as long as you have to keep fighting for all of us, I’ll help you get back up, okay?”

“Okay,” Louie mumbled. “... let’s- let’s go check on Dewey.”

“He’ll be fine,” Mad assured him. “He’ll bleed a bit and have some abdominal pain, and be more or less okay in a week. Hey, wait, that sounds familiar-”

Louie blinked, then snorted. “You’re awful.”

“And you’re evil, which is why you like me in the first place,” Mad said smoothly before gently ruffling his feathers. “We’d better make sure Huey isn’t running himself ragged trying to take care of Dewey. You know better than anyone the pressure he puts on himself.”

Louie wilted. “I should already be helping him.”

Mad shook her head. “You needed help taking care of yourself. You can’t blame yourself for not helping them, or for not always being at 100%. They aren’t either. Scrooge gets crotchety, Huey gets overwhelmed, Dewey gets reckless.” For the first time since the panic attack had begun, she wrapped her arms around Louie and gently squished him. “You’re not any less than your family just because you’re more in tune with the reality of when you’re emotionally or physically struggling.”

Louie looked at her (somewhat awkwardly) and furrowed his brows. “Wow, that’s… extremely specifically helpful.”

Mad smiled softly at him. “I uh- deal with a lot of the things you do. More than I let on. I don’t really want to tell anyone or let them see because I feel like- you all have to be strong if anyone shows any vulnerability. I guess I want to always be strong so you can soften.”

Louie sat up and cupped her face in both hands, eyes searching her gaze. She was so much more tired than she let them all see. 

“Don’t,” he requested quietly. “You try so hard to be someone I can be open with. Let me be that for you too. Please.”

Mad closed her eyes, leaning her face a bit into his palm. “... I act helpless so people won’t be surprised when I look incompetent,” she admitted, “when I’m really just uncertain- paralyzed, all the time, by this doubt in myself, because I rationally know how little I’m truly capable of. I want everyone’s expectations to be as low as possible. Pleasantly surprised when I manage anything, but not disappointed when I fail to make a dent in any given problem.”

Louie’s brain immediately replaced “helpless” with “lazy”, and wow, that struck a chord. He pulled her into a gentle hug and took a deep breath, trying to center her somehow.

“I can’t see you that way,” he told her quietly. “You try so hard. You’re so good and- tender, and empathetic. Everything gets to you so deep.”

“It’s the same for you,” Mad countered, just as softly. “But you hide it away. You’re so self-aware you hide everything you really feel under laziness and motivate yourself with greed to avoid the pain of living life with your heart as wide-open as it naturally is.” The arms she’d tucked around his middle tightened a little. “But I see more than that. You’re the first to cry, the first to assure others, the first to really, deeply feel. You’re so smart and so sensitive.” She buried her face in his chest. “And I like it. I like your company so much. You’re safe to feel everything with- selfish or selfless, jaded or gentle. And you’re interesting. Smart and fun to hold a conversation with.” She looked up, cocking her head at him a bit and offering a tiny smile.

Louie smiled back. “Thanks, Mad. For everything."

“Of course,” Mad said. “How are you feeling?”

“A lot better,” Louie assured her. “Still sort of shaky and breathless.”

“I’ll stay right here as long as you want me to,” Mad immediately promised. 

Louie gently bumped into her. “I think I oughtta go support my brothers.” He started to stand, and Mad instinctively got up and offered help.

He let her pull him to his feet, then said, “Mad?”

“Yeah?”

“What you said before, about helping me up as long as I want to keep fighting?” Louie squeezed her hands, “Ditto. I’ll always help you up too. Or, at least- I’ll try.”

Mad smiled. “I’m honored to be worthy of your effort.” She went on her tiptoes and bonked her forehead affectionately against his. “I’ll bring your glass down if you want to go ahead.”

Louie bent and picked up the glass before she could. “Nah. I got it.”

Mad stared. “Who are you and what have you done with Louie- gimme that-” she reached for it, only for Louie to take off ahead of her, cackling.

She burst out laughing in spite of herself and ran after him.

[smilypages]

yellow ( exhilaration & elation ) - BAKUDEKU -

YELLOW ; the color of sunshine, yellow brings about positive feelings. joy, happiness, and hope are all within yellow's domain. it can boost confidence, curiosity, and even improve learning.

Sex changes everything. It has. Izuku's mother was the one to give him the sex talk, if you could even call it that. She said that she couldn't control if he does it or not, and that she can't watch over him twenty-four-seven, so she's going to tell him how to do it and how to be safe. He told him things that she says will help him when the moment comes.

She told him the basics, use protection, the pull out game is not protection, use a good form of lubricant so nothing important will tear inside of him, also to help the stretch. Then she went deeper, telling him to never give it to someone he doesn't want to or isn't sure about, always have an a, b, and c plan, because it's not a surprise that some people will not care if he said the word no. She also told him to keep some things close to his heart, to question if he was really ready to be that intimate with a person, sex wasn't just something to receive pleasure from, it's a strong form of intimacy.

Love, desire, vulnerability, exhilaration, and maybe even desperation. His first time isn't something to just be a quick fuck and thrown away, it's something he should remember forever. And the last thing his mother told him, was not to force it. Let it happen when it happened.

Even after that talk, Izuku still didn't know that much about sex, but he was fifteen, he was a little green, but not plain ignorant. He knows that his mouth sucking on his clit, his fingers rubbing his walls inside his cunt, pressing on his bladder, is sex.

The tingles that ran through his body when his fingers slipped in so easily inside him, pressing his weak spots, making him squirm, forcefully squirting into his palm. The release was always fucking mind shattering. The cold tip of his tongue piercing on the sensitive clit, sending shivers up Izuku's spine.

He knows that him sucking on his cock, his hand running up and down his shaft, is sex.

The bittersweet taste of his semen down his throat, it burned, leaving a sour taste down his throat. But the way his thick cock fit is down his throat, it was definitely worth it.

He knows that his cock thrusting inside of his thighs, it running against his soaked cunt, his juices using the perfect lube to pleasure the two, that is sex.

Not having a condom, in the heat of the moment, he had an idea, whispering in Izuku's ear for him to push his thighs together, and focus on feeling good. That night was the best orgasm Izuku has ever had.

He's never had sexual intercourse, never had the thought, too nervous, thinking of every worst possible scenario that could go wrong. What if he got pregnant? What if something teared? What if it didn't fit? What if he backed out? What if he didn't enjoy it at all...

Every negative thought has kept him from going all the way with his newfound lover, it's not that he wasn't attractive, because oh fuck... he definitely was.

Washboard six-pack, broad shoulders, and a huge... huge cock, each time Izuku saw it, he was caught in his mind restraining himself to drop on his knees, or just bend over and hold on to whatever could keep him up. No matter wherever they were, and whenever it was.

But, something inside him kept telling him no, to tell him to wait just a few more days. He couldn't take it, he wouldn't take it, he had t-

" The hell you mumbling about you damn nerd... " the blonde mumbled from behind the greenette, the hold on his waist growing tighter and he took one of his hands to rub at his eyes.

Izuku immediately stopped moving, his finger froze in place, leaving a small gap in between his bottom lip and his index finger, which he was just using to pick at the skin on his soft lips.

Izuku glanced at the digital clock on the blondes nightstand, it was five-twenty-seven am, shit , Izuku knew that he didn't like it when his beauty sleep was ruined.

You may even be wondering why he was even there, well, the blonde came up to him after school, asking–more like demanding–that he comes over to spend the night, since his parents weren't home and that he would be bored alone.

Inko was a bit weary about letting Izuku go over a friend's house for a night, especially since that his parents weren't home, leaving them under no parental supervision, but he eventually talked her into it, convincing her that he would be okay.

Izuku expected the blonde to yell at him and ask why the fuck he woke him up with his ridiculous mumbling. But he had received quite the opposite. The blonde nuzzled into the back of his neck, a protective arm around his waist, his left leg tangled into his right.

"'S on your mind...?" he slurred, the tiredness obvious in his voice.

"Nothing, nothing, Kacchan... g-go back to sleep." Izuku tried assuring him, but he persisted.

"'S obviously nothin' if you're fuckin' rambling about it." damn it, Katsuki knew him too well.

Izuku sighed, taking his hand and slightly lifting Katsuki's arm to turn around, face inches away from the other, Katsuki's almost immediately placed his arm back in it's original spot, holding Izuku tightly.

"Kacchan..." Izuku called out to him.

"What, nerd?" he muttered.

"The things... that we've been doing... w-what are we, exactly?" Izuku had nothing against casual sex, or anyone who has interest in partaking in it, but he wasn't that type of person. He wanted the key to his paradise to be unlocked by one person, he wanted Katsuki to be that key.

Katsuki's eyes started to flutter open, his fiery-red eyes piercing into Izuku's forest, emerald ones.

"What do you want us to be?" he turned the question on Izuku.

Izuku's breath hitched, he knew exactly what he wanted him and Katsuki to be, he wanted to be is lover, he wanted that label for a long while. But the thought of that exactly happening, scared the fuck out of him, was he ready to commit to a romantic relationship, he was still so young, only fifteen!

But, he couldn't really say much, everything he's done with Katuski for the past couple of months should mean he's more than ready to commit. And for once in his life, he feel like he was.

"I want us to be together." Izuku said blankly, ripping it off like a band-aid, he shut his eyes, ready for a laugh, rejection, anything!

But none of that came, the unexpected did though.

"Then that's what we are." Katuski said simply, closing his eyes.

W-What?! We are?!" Izuku exclaimed.

"That's what I said didn't I? And shut the hell up! Go back to sleep you idiot." Katsuki scowled at the greenette.

"Hold on–but–but-" Izuku was interrupted by a surprisingly soft kiss on the lips, he felt time stop when Katsuki's lips met with his.

He kissed back, the chaste kiss only lasted for a second, before the blonde pulled away, laying his head into Izuku's collarbone.

"Now shut up... and take you dumbass back to bed." Katsuki murmured against his chest, seemingly pulling him closer.

Izuku's cheeks flushed pink as his mind caught up with his body, finally taking account to what exactly what happening, his smile was large, joyful. He wrapped his arms around Katsuki, laying his head on Katsuki's, closing his eyes, and finally, falling off to sleep. And for the first time when he closed his eyes, he felt some peace at mind.

[lyn-rambles]

To reach what once was there

To hold what once was there series: Part I

Pairing: Skyrose (Luke Skywalker x Primrose Lutto)

Summary: Initiates learn from their masters, and sometimes masters learn from initiates. After Grogu's parting, Luke has a moment of solititude and reflection, he might have messed up big time.

Word count: 2.7 K

Warnings: Angst but has a fluffy ending, mentions of break ups, Macondo wants Luke's head on a spike, Canon complainant, Mandalorian and Book of Boba Fett Spoilers, I haven't seen both but I know the enough Spoilers to write this, not proof read we die like men.

The weather seemed to laugh at his face. He sat under the tree he used to meditate, and sighed opening his blue sky eyes. He had grown used to be alone, building the new Jedi School was going smoothly as it could thanks to the droid's, but it had never felt so lonely.

He closed his eyes again and tried to empty his mind, inhaling deeply. Abandon all what surrounded him, to reach within and…

He chose the attachment.

He gasped, this was going to be harder,so much harder. He stretched and let his back hit the soft grass, the sunlight swept through the branches down to his face and golden hair.

"I can't blame him." Luke whispered to himself. He had done the same twice, none of them had come without a price but both had taught him a lesson. R2 had arrived back without many issues, even it had not pressed the issue. Luke had failed in keeping his very first student, and that made him sigh again. He closed his eyes again, letting the sun warm his body, so different to Tattoine's sun that scorched everything that it touched, but it was so much more similar to the soft caress of her calloused hand.

Luke shot his eyes open. He breathed heavily, he hadn't thought about Prim in a while or maybe he had forced him to look away from the thought of her.

"So you are breaking up with me?" The way like her voice sounded only worsened the ache of his heart but he had to stand firm.

Her workshop seemed less cluttered and more of her style of messy.

"Yes," he swallowed the knot on his throat. "It's not that-"

"It is a Jedi thing?" She interrupted him. She had braced her arms like she used to do on Hoth. He did not answer, for he feared he might break, even now she was being understanding, he wanted her to lash out at him, to tell him to fuck off, but she didn't. Luke could feel the fear the astonishment, pain, sadness, but not anger. Why wasn't she mad at him?

He frowned, and stood up to change places to meditate, maybe that would help him to change his set of mind.

He repeated all the steps and was met again with the block, what was worst, the same tingle when he wanted to say goodbye for the last time as he had hoped.

"I shouldn't," Her voice was beginning to break. She had turned her face instead of meeting his lips. "I don't want to make this harder."

He swallowed, there was the same tingle on the Force. He had heard the stifled sobs behind the door, he wanted to enter and take all what he said back, but he continued his way back to the X-wing, his chest to tight to breath, and even to keep watching the whole planet hurt; his eyes stung, maybe the bright light had caused it. At least he did not had a reason to go back to Tatooine, until Grogu had chosen.

He hunched over, confused, his own mind too clouded to part the ways on his own. The birds chirped around him, a couple flew around trying to peck each other like they where playing. He returned his gaze to the silky grass, if he couldn't find answers on his own then maybe he could figure them out with someone else.

"Father, I need counsel" Which was very weird. The only time he had spoke to him in life was just before he died.

"And in which way could I help you?" His voice was different from the one that came from his suit, it was… boyish in a surprisingly mature way.

"There is something that has been clouding my judgement." He met his gaze to a pair of eyes that looked just like his. "My first student left, following a bond he had with the Mandalorian, and it is giving me second thoughts about…" He trailed off, how hard could it be to tell your dead father about an ex-girlfriend? Surely a situation that he didn't thought he could get into, yet again, he had thought he would stay with Primrose, his stars.

"Why is it that your thoughts trail down to someone?" He wasn't teasing him, he was genuinely concerned as he sat in a more relaxed way, maybe to assure him that he could tell him anything. "Someone dear to you perhaps?"

"Yeah, she is." Luke whispered, his lips curving into a smile, as he looked down to the grass, not that he had a faint pink color on his cheeks.

"Well, well," now he was teasing him. "it's seem that she's more than dear to you." Now he chuckled. "You need ideas on how to propose?"

That made Luke's smile falter. "I don't think that would be possible." He said, sadness washed over his tone.

That made Anakin look at him perplexed. "I am sorry."

"Don't be," Luke moved his head side to side. "It's just that, " He couldn't look at him, for reasons. "I broke up with her a while ago, and Grogu's parting left me thinking."

"About..?"

"My decision," He gave a shaky breath. "I broke up with her because Jedis aren't allowed to have attachments, and I couldn't risk her to the consequences of it."

Anakin could visualize with a plethora of details what would the Council say and what would his Master would have told him to say, and even the scolding he would probably get if they were alive, and still decided to go with what he would have done.

"You are the only Jedi here, right?" His son looked at him puzzled, he had the same expression that Padmé would have done.

"Yes, but-"

"That makes this," he motioned the bamboo away and showed the construction site. "The new Jedi Order?"

"Yes."

"So you have the opportunity to make things right for all of us?" He finally asked. Then a new sense of embarrassment washed over him, it seemed like an obvious conclusion and he knew it, but still felt somehow wrong to betray the old teachings.

"Hey," His ghost had walked next to him and his hand was placed over his shoulder. It was comforting even if he did not touched him. "It might seem obvious, but you were trusted with a burden greater than than you," he took a pause. "Sharing our burdens, not only strengthen our bonds," he smiled at him. "It also connects us deeper to the Force… "

"Because it makes us empathic?"

"Attaboy, " Luke smiled at him. "Any idea of the next step? "

He nodded and jogged off to get R2. Anakin sighed, this was going to end up in trouble for him as Obi-Wan approached him.

"Master, please, my son-"

"Needed his father," Obi gave him a wrinkled smile. "and your advice was better than any other could have given." They heard the X-wing take flight before they faded again.

He landed in the outskirts of Mos Eisley, it was just a go and get the talk, maybe ask for forgiveness? And if everything went as he hoped then…

He sighed as he entered the shop the gentle tingle of the bell alerted the yellow twi'lek, he looked no older than 7, he sat on a tall stool, coloring a book over the counter.

"Welcome!" He greeted. "My dad will be here in a minute."

He nodded. Dad? Had Primrose went over him and married someone else? She could easily have, they haven't seen each other in two years and anyone would be lucky to have her. He feared for the in coming steps until he saw her brother… Macondo. He dropped the wrench on his hand, his eyes wide open and mouth gaping, and then his expression turned to anger, his knuckles turned white. He could sense the warning on the Force.

"Fes'kika," Luke knew that he wanted to speak gently. "Go to the back, and do not come out until I say so."

The kid felt the anger on his father's words, but it wasn't directed at him, but to the man clad in the black robes, and ran inside.

"With what right do you show your face here, Skywalker?" He growled, he stomped his way to him. "WITH WHAT RIGHT DO YOU COME HERE, HUH?" He yanked him from the collar of his shirt getting him down.

"I came here to apologize" His voice was sure and calm, that made Maco madder.

"APOLOGIZE!?" He shaked him. "APOLOGIZE AFTER TWO YEARS?!" He tried to push him to the ground but he only managed to make Luke stamer twice.

"Listen, Maco, I-"

"I DON'T CARE!" He balled his fists again. "I don't care, that you suddenly felt bad about it, or that in some weird Jedi shit you came you came to your senses," He was shaking. "or that you need help because some bounty hunter took Jabba's kriffing place." He swallowed, trying to calm himself, but Luke knew that he still wanted to bash his brains out.

"You have already caused enough damage with your little Jedi Code." Of course he knew. "She doesn't need to have your sorry ass here or anywhere around her."

Luke swallowed, after all he had hurt her, beyond anything that they had endured. Maco was right, how did he dared to even pull this stunt, when he had purposely shut everything that could remotely remind him of Primrose to stop the ache of his heart and mind; he still had to try and mend it.

"Maco, listen," he pleaded, and that took the other youngman off guard. "I-I know I messed up big time, and that 2 years of no contact do not say great things if me and-and… I-I have to atone for it."

Now Maco gaped again, too torned between hating every last hair of him and truly feeling sorry for him, he knew he wanted to punch him and he deserved it, but he also wanted to be spiteful and make him figure his shit on his own, but also for her sake… he took a breath.

"Why?" He asked. "Why now, Skywalker?"

"Because, someone less experienced than me, and much better reminded me of a lesson I learned a long time ago."

Maco turned his back to him and crossed his arms, his grease stained tank top facing him.

"I know you are there, small fry." He called onto the counter and he could see the yellow forehead peaking from there.

"How much did you hear?"

"All of it." Both men turned to see Primrose, she carried a Republic crate behind her and a full backpack.

Primrose wasn't used to have dinners that turned this disastrous, she barely touched her plate, Maco sometimes looked at her with compassion, like he felt sorry about the show he gave, and other's he looked at Luke like wanted him to choke on his fork.

Fes'kika wanted to know everything about Prim's latest mission, as she sometimes answered with monosyllables or just nodded at him. She couldn't help but to stare at Luke, she should be mad, she knew she should have kicked him out, but she couldn't her heart was pounding fast like she was the 20 year old that had just stolen his first kiss, but it also hurted like Bobba's blaster all over again, she felt her heart strings ripping out again as he walked out the door from the workshop. She knew she would heal eventually, but she would not be able to if she appeared from nowhere like today.

Luke did not even touch his food as he looked at her words tied on his throat,he had to think away to do this.

"I'm afraid you'll have to pardon me," She spoke. "I am not hungry anymore." No one said anything, as she saved her plate and walked to her room. The kid looked disappointed, but did not voiced it. The tension did not eased there.

Prim sat on her desk, and took out the box, she hadn't had the heart to let go of the trinkets that Luke had gifted her, they weren't many, but most held a significant value. She sighed tracing the edges of one of his rarest gifts, an uncolored kyber crystal, she remembered vividly that day. He had been trying to hoard all the information he could get about the crystals and Saber construction when he had jumped out of that X-wing, and ran to the other hangars just to show her his finding.

Maco knocked making her save her things fast. "Come in"

He swept through the door, and walked with a stool under his arm, he was still mad at Luke but he wasn't actually going to let him freeze to death.

"I can take them to him." She offered, if Luke was there, they had a long due talk to have.

"And I don't want you to rub salt over your wounds." retorted Maco.

"And I don't want you to get too worked up over them." She sighed. "I just want clearance."

Maco couldn't held her gaze, a long time has happened since she needed his actual protection. "If he dares to even do something…"

"Please don't punch him" that made them laugh. He placed the blankets over her arms and she walked to Luke's room.

"Good Luck, Prim." He thought before going to tuck Fes in.

Luke opened the door to be greeted by Prim, she stepped in the warm lit room. This used to be her brothers' shared room, but it had become the visit's room. It wasn't decorated, just plain white walls and a desk they hadn't been able to move, besides a bed.

They didn't talk much as she helped him to do the bed, but there were some stolen glances that Luke couldn't ignore, he had to make things right.

"How have you been doing?" He said sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Trying to get by, working for the New Republic and such." She forced a smile. "and you?"

"Trying to get by too," he sighed. "My first student left the academy."

She turned her head at him shocked, she looked concerned and that only made him even more embarrassed at himself.

"Why?" She asked she had scooted maybe half a centimeter closer and to him it meant the world.

"He had a better judgment than me about the attachment rule." He sighed defeated.

"That means..?" She was interested that was good, he might still have a chance.

"That I wanted to apologize," He turned to face her. "I messed up big time, I broke up with you thinking that…" He inhaled. "it would endanger you if I was ever put to test again, like…" He trailed of but he saw her gaze over his prosthetic hand. "And I was scared to find what length would I go to save anyone, specially you."

So he was scared of becoming like his father, Maco was right, he deserved the punching.

"I did wanted you to know that even after all this time," he swallowed. "I still love you, with my mind, soul and heart."

"Why are you telling me this?" that question was harsher than it should be. "Why do you come here and try to make me forgive you?" He stayed silent, because she immediately continued. "Why do you come here looking like you lost something, or like you have lost your way through life, and ask for forgiveness for something I was never angry to begin with?" OK her voice began to crack this was bad. "Why do you come an tell the same words you used after you came back?" She inhaled shaking. "Why?" and then she sobbed. Luke did not knew if it was his place to comfort her as he did, but he still held her gently to his chest.

"Because I wronged you," he sighed rubbing her back. "because I hurt you for the exact same reason the Old Order failed, I interpreted the scriptures so literally that I drove everyone away." He sighed. "Because I came back from the horrible path I was placing myself into." She hugged him back, she was still crying but she could still see his hurting.

"You are an idiot." He wanted to laugh. "An idiot I love against my better judgment."

[casspurrjoybell-19]

CLAIMED - Chapter 7

*Warning: Adult Content*   

Beta Ortiz shivered furiously underneath the mound of blankets on top of him, his teeth chattering so hard he was afraid they'd break. 

He stared blankly at the closed door of the room, trying to fixate on something other than the ache deep on his bones and the sweat that rolled down his temple as it pulsed stressfully. 

He felt like he wanted to tear off his own skin and his throat still burned as he swallowed, reminding him of the events of the night before. 

The Crescent Moon Pack Doctor Benji had rushed into Ortiz’s bedroom soon after Pack Warrior Corey Cahill linked him, giving the Beta a tiny dose of the opiate to ease the worst symptom of his withdrawals and the hallucinations. 

Ortiz almost choked with how fast he chugged down the tiny pill, willing it to absorb into his body as fast as possible. 

Corey had stayed by his side all night, as awake and alert as he was during patrols, holding a trash can to his Mate’s mouth as he heaved up his guts into it. 

Ortiz felt like absolute shit, dry heaving continuously even after he'd expelled all of the contents of his turning stomach. 

He knew his room had to smell absolutely fucking terrible even though he could barely smell anything through his stuffed up nose but Corey didn't show any signs of discomfort as he sat beside him. 

Ortiz even found himself leaning into Corey’s touch then he rubbed his back during a particularly harsh retch, selfishly using the tingling sensations his touch brought him like a painkiller. 

The pattern of sit up & throw up continued into the early hours of the morning, leaving Ortiz in a trembling heap on his bed, utterly exhausted both mentally and physically. 

Regardless of how tired he felt, he dared not close his eyes even for a second, as fear gripped him when he thought of what terrors were hiding behind his eyelids, waiting patiently for him to succumb to unconsciousness. 

Corey tried to stay close in case he needed more help but after his stomach stopped churning Ortiz buried himself under the comforting heap of blankets on his bed and banished his Mate away into a far corner of the room where he still sat by himself silently. 

The Beta dragged his sore eyes from the door he'd been staring daggers at for what seemed like hours to inconspicuously take a peek at the large Pack Warrior.

He sat still in his seat across the room, muscular legs crossed at the ankle. 

The only movements he made were his eyes as they drifted across the pages of the book he held in one large hand and the occasional flick of his finger as he turned the page once he was done reading it. 

Ortiz had noticed he had a hobby of reading when he was not at training or doing whatever the fuck else Warriors do throughout the day. 

Corey could go on for hours, sitting in the same spot as his face remained strangely but unsurprisingly, emotionless, not reacting to whatever words were on the page.

In any normal circumstance, Ortiz wouldn't give a flying fuck what Corey was doing with his own time, as long as he was far away from him. 

But in that moment, the Beta was so utterly, painfully bored from laying in the bed in a pool of his own sweat for hours on end, so he decided to poke the Dragon just to stimulate whatever was left of his fizzled out brain cells. 

Ortiz had intended to simply ask what book Corey was so intensely focused on but of course, in his typical fashion, the words spewed from his mouth in a much more... interesting form. 

"I didn't know you knew how to read," Ortiz said, with a slight sharpness to his tone, his voice hoarse from the stomach acid that burnedhisy throat the night before. 

Corey's eyes snapped up to his the moment he spoke, although his body remained painfully still in the chair. 

He didn't react outwardly to Ortiz’s stupid jab, instead calmly lowered his eyes back down to the pages of his book as he replied, his voice impossibly deep but also gentle.

"Indeed I do." 

He shifted in the chair only slightly as he turned the page, eyes returning to scanning across it before he fell silent once again. 

Ortiz felt his jaw tick at Corey’s nonchalant reply, feeling irked that his insults never seemed to impact him the way they did anyone else, he carelessly hurled them at. 

‘What was he even reading? He probably wouldn't understand most literature, seeing as to how he likely had no conception of what an emotion even is.’ 

If Ortiz didn't know better he'd probably assume the man was some kind of alien as he sat there silently, his incessant reading hobby some way of studying and learning the ways of their species. 

‘That’s just how odd his inexpressive personality was.’ 

Logically, Ortiz knew that it was probably some war strategy book, as Corey was the Head Warrior after all but the Beta’s curiosity got the best of him as he spoke, more carefully this time as he forced himself to tone down the sassiness that always managed to work its way into his tone. 

"What book?" he asked, slightly proud of himself for not saying another sarcastic line. 

Corey looked back up from the page he was reading, meeting Ortiz’s eyes once again. 

This time he sat up, uncrossing his ankles as he closed the book, using his thumb as a bookmark so he wouldn't lose his place. 

He rolled his shoulders, stretching them from staying in the same position for so long before he spoke, his words shocking Ortiz the moment they left his lips.

"Romeo and Juliette." 

Betta Ortiz couldn't help the laugh that bubbled it’s way out of his throat at the realization that his huge threat of a man who looked like he snapped trees in half in his free time was spending half of the day reading a romance novel. 

Corey stared at him blankly as Ortiz laughed out loud, the sound turning to a cough as his raw throat protested, although the amused smile remained on his face as he did so. 

He went to reply with another sarcastic jab but was interrupted by his cell-phone chiming loudly on the bedside table. 

Ortiz groaned as he reached his arm out of the safe cocoon of blankets, goosebumps raising on his skin as the old air in the room intruded into the cave of warmth he'd created. 

He slapped his hand down on the phone, turning onto his back and bringing it to his face as he squinted, the brightness of the screen making his sensitive eyes throb. 

‘On the screen was a text from our little fairy Luna, Berlin.’ 

Luna Berlin Cahill was asking if he could come down and check on Ortiz, the text punctuated with a red heart emoji at the end.  

The Beta grumbled, not even bothering to take his other hand out of the cocoon as he typed out one word and pressed send.

No.

Ortiz threw the cell-phone down somewhere among the mass of blankets on the bed, throwing an arm over his strained eyes with a sigh. 

Not 10 seconds later, he turned his head to the side at the sudden sound of the door opening. 

He groaned aloud at the sight of the little Luna shuffling through a small opening in the door, leaving it open as he stepped inside.

"Hi," Berlin said, smiling brightly at Ortiz before turning to wave to his brother, Corey. 

The man in the corner nodded to acknowledge his smaller brother before turning his eyes back to his Romeo and Juliette. 

Ortiz laughed inwardly at the thought again, still not being able to believe that he was reading that cheesy crap.

Berlin's demeanor was as cheery as ever as he looked back at Ortiz with the hint of a blush on his cheeks, like the Beta wasn't laying in bed feeling like he was on the brink of death. 

Ortiz didn't bother returning his greeting as he turned his head to look at the small Omega.

"Why did you even bother texting me to ask if you're just going to come anyway?" Ortiz grumbled out at Berlin, finding himself slightly annoyed by the fact that the Luna had simply ignored his text telling him that he wasn't interested in him 'checking up' on him. "Also, don't ever send me a heart emoji again, that's gay as fuck," he added as an afterthought, coughing a moment later as his raw throat throbbed. 

Berlin looked at Ortiz as he spoke, his arched brows pulling together as he pursed his lips. 

"Well... I am gay... but that's beside the point," he giggled, smiling down at Ortiz. "How are you? I heard you hadn't been doing too good." 

Ortiz rolled his eyes at him, scoffing.

"Aren't you supposed to be watching those two little brats you call sons? You should worry about them instead, they could be falling off of a cliff as we speak," he retorted sarcastically, not bothering to answer Berlin’s question of whether he was fine or not. 

Ortiz knew that if he said he was fine that it would be a bold-face lie and in the in the state he was in there was no use trying to convince someone that he was fine when he probably looked somewhere between death and a piece of half-eaten salami. 

In other words, he looked nowhere near fine. 

Berlin shuffled from foot to foot as he pursed his lips. 

"Dad is watching them right now. I guess I should be a little worried, since him and Papa seem to be perfectly fine with practically having a... frickle-frackle in front of us," Berlin's face flamed red as he looked down at his shoes and Ortiz almost busted out laughing at his ridiculous use of words. "Oh but I almost forgot, I brought company. They have some news for you." 

Berlin turned around with a smile, gesturing to someone outside of the door. 

Ortiz threw his head back against the pillow, groaning even louder in annoyance as a whole herd of people invaded the room. 

"What the FUCK man. Can I please just die in peace? In my room, alone?!." Ortiz complained, forcing his shaky arms to contract as he pushed his heavy body to an upright position. 

Berlin's 'company' consisted of his mate and Pack Alpha, Oasis Amador, who had his arms crossed firmly across his chest, the pink-haired Pack Doctor, Benji, Pack Warrior, Tyrus Cahill and the little yellow-haired, alien-eyed Fae, Daffodil. 

Corey looked up, placing a bookmark in his book at their arrival and silently turning his attention to the commotion as they all filed into the room.

Tyrus's much larger hand was waffled in that of the tiny Fae's hand, the Fae himself quite literally bright red as he practically bounced in his spot. 

Daffodil was chewing on something and Ortiz winced as he realized it was probably one of those sour ass limes he loved so much, his lips glistening with the juice. 

Anyone could notice the almost comical size difference between the two. 

Tyrus was a large man, only slightly smaller than his brother, Corey but looked gargantuan next to the 4'11" Fae who stood bobbing up and down at his side.

It looked like he could easily snap the smaller man's neck with a flick of his finger but his grip looked extremely gentle on the Daffodil's small hand.

Ortiz couldn't help himself from imagining a train ramming into a tunnel much too small for it as he looked between them, wincing at the thought of how much it was going to hurt that little alien kid when they finally, as Berlin would say,  had a frickle frackle. 

Ortiz didn't think they'd have to worry about that anytime soon however, as the daft couple probably still had no idea that they were even Mates.

“And did you have to bring the kid? He's almost creepier than my fucking hallucinations," Ortiz complained pejoratively, gesturing towards Daffodil who continued to bounce in his spot excitedly. 

Ortiz’s insult flew right over the Fae’s yellow head as he giggled, smiling brightly at the Pack Beta and blinking his gigantic, happy eyes in an oblivious manner. 

Oasis was the first to speak.

"Calm down, Ortiz. We have a development on your situation. We think we might have an idea of what is going on." 

Ortiz’s breath stilled at his best friend’s words, any other sarcastic words sucked out of him as he stared at Oasis, gesturing for him to continue. 

The Alpha sighed, swiveling his upper body around to look at Tyrus and Daffodil. 

"You should be grateful to Daffodil, who is actually older than all of us..." 

Oasis gave Ortiz a pointed look and the Beta could tell his friend was referring to him calling the Fae ‘a kid’ but he just rolled his eyes as the Alpha continued. 

"He recognized you two's symptoms, apparently he has seen a case like this before." 

Daffodil nodded excitedly at Oasis' words, swallowing whatever was left in his mouth. 

For a moment Ortiz was worried Daffodil’s oversized eyes were going to fall right out of his head with the force of his enthusiastic movement.

"Daffi seen, Daffi seen, When home, long time away," the Fae tried to explain but his inarticulate words made no sense to Ortiz, his face reading nothing but confusion. 

‘Regardless, everyone let him continue his gibberish phrases.’ 

"Heart hurt. So bad so bad, no love at all," Daffodil's voice became sad, his bottom lip jutting out a little as he continued. "When away, them say ouchie... Goddess put together," Daffodil's high-pitched voice gained back its happy, sing-song quality as he finished his story, grinning triumphantly to himself as he sat in Ortiz’s spot, staring at him dumbfoundedly.

“Okay, can someone explain that again but preferably in English this time?" Ortiz asked.

‘I look away from the ‘grinning goon’ so the others can see the look of confusion on my face.’

Tyrus Cahill stepped forward at Ortiz’s question, still holding onto the Fae's hand as he went to speak. 

His voice was deep, not as deep as his brother, Corey's and lacking the intense edge that his had but still vibrating with bass nonetheless.

"Daffie said that he has seen this before, a long time ago when he used to live at home with the rest of his Frolic." 

‘I watch the man speak, surprised he even had enough brain cells to form a proper sentence, as most of the time it seemed like Tyrus and the Fae shared one total brain cell collectively. It was funny, he was like the google translate for the Fae who continued to bounce unceasingly at his side.’ 

"There was a Mated couple who denied their Bond but also refused to Reject one another. Therefore, the Goddess tethered them together, bonding them tightly so that they were unable to go far before feeling pain," Tyrus finished, Daffodil purring delightedly and lifting their conjoined hands, rubbing them against his cheek as a gesture of thanks. 

Ortiz couldn't help but wonder how Tyrus had surmised so much information from the jumble of words that the smaller man said but he decided not to question their strange relationship any more as it was beginning to make his brain hurt.

He looked over at Corey who sat, as emotionless as ever as he pondered, staring at his brother who had just spoken. 

"What happened to them?" Corey inquired, his voice making Ortiz’s hair stand on end as it vibrated through the air.

Daffodil's oversized eyes watered and he looked distressed at Corey's question as he looked between him and Ortiz, slipping his hand from Tyrus's gentle grip as he ran over to the latter. 

His hair fluttered behind him, some yellow flowers falling from it as he grabbed Ortiz’s forearm and pulled, desperately trying to drag him in Corey's direction.

‘My eyes widened as he sat back and tried to shake the little weirdo off of me like he was a dirty tissue, looking over at the others in the room with an alarmed expression.’

"Tame your damn alien, Tyrus," Ortiz yelled, still trying to fling Daffodil off of his arm. 

Of course the tiny Fae wasn't able to budge Ortiz from his spot and as he realized that the Beta wasn't going to move, gargantuan tears began to flow down his face, his huge eyes glistening as he turned around, running over to Corey instead. 

He grabbed the large man's arm and pulled with all of his might, making a high-pitched grunting sound. 

‘Corey was much nicer to the little weirdo than I was going to be as he stood, willingly allowing the tiny man to lead him closer to me as he blubbered senselessly.’ 

"Love. Love," Daffodil cried out, hiccuping softly as he grabbed at Ortiz’s hand again with his free hand. 

Before Ortiz could protest, the tiny Fae man pressed both of their palms together with a small 'humph.'

Ortiz froze, the familiar, dangerous sparks going off in every synapse of his being as he and Corey’s eyes met. 

Ortiz zoned out everything around them in that moment, unable to see Daffodil as his head whipped back and forth between them, a smile breaking out beneath his tears when he stepped back and clapped his hands triumphantly. 

Ortiz doesn't know what the little Imp did but the sparks between the Betta and the Warrior felt hotter than ever, licking at his perspiring skin in a way that made a horrifyingly new fluttering feeling emerge in his stomach. 

Ortiz found himself in a mind-numbing trance as he and Corey stared, mesmerized, into each other's eyes, hands pressed together with the lightest touch as they leaned closer in unison, completely forgetting the group of people in the room with them.

It felt so light and airy in that moment as they neared each other, another unfamiliar feeling making Ortiz feel slightly dizzy as it nudged its way into his brain. 

The emotion was blurry, like his mind couldn't recognize it as it returned from a long forgotten, dusty corner of his mind. 

‘Is this what happiness feel like?’

Ortiz could almost taste Corey’s masculine scent on his tongue as they breathed in sync, the fluttering in the Beta’s stomach intensifying as his Mate stepped forward. 

Ortiz felt somewhat drunk as his hooded eyes flickered down, taking in the proximity of Corey’s pink, plump lips to his. 

For a moment, the Beta longed to feel his Mate’s lips against his again the way they were when he had let his guard slip a few times before.

‘Just one... I decide. That was all I need, just one kiss to sate this fire that pulses through my veins.’ 

Corey was so, so close and Ortiz could barely breathe as his Mate’s face hovered in front of his, lips glistening just centimeters from his own. 

His head began to feel so fuzzy and Corey was so close that he could feel his Mate’s body heat. 

He panted, feeling his body becoming overwhelmingly clammy as his hand slipped limply from it’s place against Corey's, right before their lips closed the hair's width gap of space between them.

The world spun around him as his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell backwards onto the bed, passing out cold.

                                                       *****

"Fuck..." Ortiz whispered, cracking his eyes open, only to shut them again with a wince at the painful pounding behind his temples. 

He raised his hand, pressing against the area where it hurt, willing the pain to go away. 

He paused, his hand freezing in midair as memories of what transpired before he passed out flashed into his mind, making him shoot up in his spot.

He looked around the room, noticing the emptiness of the room and the evening light that streamed through the curtains, painting the room in an orangey glow. 

‘How long was I out for?’

Ortiz looked around his room again, patting the area around him to find the cell-phone that he had carelessly thrown earlier but instead noticing a head of dark brown hair sticking up on the edge of the bed. 

He slid over to the other side of the bed slowly, craning his neck to sneak a peek at whoever it was. 

He blew a piece of hair from his eyes in relief as he was greeted with the sight of Corey's chiseled face. 

His head was tilted back against the edge of the bed as he slept, his arm draped over his raised knee and a book, the words Romeo and Juliette on the cover, slipping from his limp fingers as if he'd fallen asleep in the middle of reading a page. 

Ortiz stared shamelessly for a few moments, taking in the features of his Mate’s upside down sleeping face as he stared down at it. 

‘His face was really handsome... no homo.’ 

Chiseled to perfection but also smooth, blemish-free and soft. 

The orange light that streamed through the sheer curtains highlighting the high points, giving Corey somewhat of a glow that radiated from underneath his skin.

Ortiz almost wanted to reach out and touch it but smacked himself mentally at the thought as he stared harder, only to see that the corner of the man's mouth was pulling up the slightest bit on the right side into what resembled a... smile? 

Shock was an understatement to express how he felt at the discovery.

‘Maybe he does have emotions?’ 

"JEEZ FUCK," Ortiz jumped back, losing his breath and pressing his hand to his chest in shock as Corey’s eyes suddenly snapped open, his smile disappearing as he looked up at the other man like as if he could sense that he had been staring at him in his sleep. 

Ortiz’s cheeks flared, feeling himself grow incredibly embarrassed at the fact that he'd been caught practically ogling the man. 

"It wasn't what you think. I was... It was just... you... you had a bug on your face," Ortiz yelled defensively, laughing awkwardly as Corey stood up from his spot silently, setting the book on the bedside table. 

Corey didn't acknowledge Ortiz’s nervous statement as he raised his arms above his head, stretching his large body which probably ached from the cramped position he'd been sleeping in. 

Ortiz couldn't help but look at the few inches of Corey’s V line that was revealed as he did so, leading a path down to the monster that he knew resided below. 

The Beta shook his head, pressing his temples as he cursed himself for thinking of such a thing. 

‘This parasitic Mating Bond was really getting to my head, even making me think about his dick.’

"Hey, you ape. What the hell are you doing?" Ortiz exclaimed, staring at Corey with wide eyes as his Mate began to slide into bed beside him. 

Corey paused mid-action, looking up at Ortiz with a blank expression. 

‘Not that I expected anything different.’

"Getting into the bed with you. I thought that you wanted me to, did you not?" he replied, making Ortiz breathe out aggrievedly and flop back down in his spot, his back facing Corey’s as he remembered the permission he'd given him the night before. 

‘Not gonna lie, I felt kinda bad that he'd been so willing to sleep on the bare floor the night prior without a blanket or pillow, so it was the least I could do.’

"Whatever. Just don't complain if I kick you in the nuts in the middle of the night," he replied, shivering a bit under the blanket from the fever that still hadn't gone down. 

Ortiz felt the bed dip beside him with the incredible weight of the giant as Corey slipped in beside him. 

He could feel the body heat radiating from his Mate even though they weren't touching. 

He stubbornly scooted backwards just a bit in an effort to steal some of it, playing the movement off as if he was trying to get comfortable. 

He could feel that they were inches away from touching but it felt like miles as neither of them was willing to bridge the gap. 

Ortiz listened to the rise and fall of Corey’s breaths as he laid there in silence. 

He knew he couldn't sleep because if he did then those terrible memories could be hiding just beneath the surface, waiting to seize him when he is most vulnerable. 

The sound of Corey’s breathing lulled Ortiz into a trance, making him force off sleep he felt his eyelids begin to droop, only to snap back open at the words he heard come from the large man behind him.

"Ortiz... Who is Jax?" 

The Beta gasped audibly, his fingers clenching into a fist, feeling his dull fingernails pierce through his flesh. 

It took a long moment of recovery for Ortiz to reply to him but Corey waited silently and patiently, as usual.

"How do you know that name?" Ortiz asked, his voice low as he stared at the wall. 

He hadn't heard his first name come from the mouth of anyone in years. 

He'd almost forgotten that it belonged to him, the sound of it foreign as it rolled off of Corey's tongue. 

He felt Corey shift in his spot behind him, his voice a little bit louder as he spoke, leading Ortiz to believe that he was now facing his turned back.

"You were screaming it in your sleep last night before I woke you." Corey replied simply, the resonant nature of his voice causing it to vibrate against Ortiz’s back. "Would you like me to find that person? Is that also someone who hurt you?" 

The Pack Beta couldn't help the hint of a smile that pulled at his lips at the Head Warrior’s words. 

A guilty pang rang out in his chest as he realized how evil he really was being when he called him an abomination as well as the other slur that he didn't even want to think of again. 

‘It was really unfair to him. He had his moment of avoiding me, which I probably rightfully deserved but he still ended up right there, next to me, when I needed him the most.’

A soft flurry in Ortiz’s heart had him caught up in a whirlwind as he turned around slowly, breath hitching as he breathed out.

"It's my name." 

Corey's face was as still as ever as they faced one another but at that moment Ortiz longed for just the hint of an emotion to flash through his eyes to reassure him that his Mate didn't find his first name horrible, or revolting, as his dad used to call it.

"I think it is nice. It suits you." 

Ortiz’s heart fluttered wildly in his chest, blood rushing to his toes as he lay there quietly, basking in the simplicity of Corey’s presence. 

‘He thought my name was nice.’

[delirious-donna]

Happy Birthday [Kakashi Hatake]

an: I couldn't let today pass without gifting the handsome silver-haired jonin something special on his big day!

prompt: it's your boyfriend's birthday, what better way to wake him than with a morning blowjob...

warnings: blowjob, gagging, cum swallowing

Masterlist

The black void of his dreams wobbled, knocked off course by unknown means. Memories of his worst moments in life swept away as if someone passed their hand through the waters of his subconscious.

Warmth spread through him, heat seeping into his very soul and a smile curled his lips. A sigh of contentment puffed through his nose, the weight of his negativity set free, his bothersome burdens gone and he had no clue why.

Kakashi waded through soft pink clouds, each brush against his hands sent tingles racing through his nerves and it was enough to bring a pink hue to his cheeks. Blinking rapidly he tried to rouse himself from slumber, even though he knew it to be a fruitless endeavour. If he couldn’t wake himself from the darkest nightmares what made him think he could wake from such delightful dreams?

Breath caught in the back of his throat, a surging sensation began from the soles of his feet and rose with alarming speed until his belly was full of a tightness that was somehow familiar.

His body was barely corporeal in this fantasy dreamland, he couldn’t touch himself yet he felt the surroundings interacting with him. There was a definite stirring below his waist and the blush on his cheeks spread down his neck and to the tips of his ears. 

Kakashi was desperate to wake, how much longer could he handle this swelling pressure? His mind was hazy, mouth parched and his stomach contracted as if he were exerting a lot of energy–doing what, he had no idea. 

Silver hair fell into his eyes as he doubled over, he longed to clutch at himself but again was denied. A pastel pink cloud grazed his side and he hissed at the sensation which shot like lightning through his heart.

With the next touch, he jolted and his vision swam like a kaleidoscope.

A rainbow of colours and shapes blinded him until the faint darkness pressed down heavily. Carefully, he blinked and the sight of his bedroom ceiling blurred back at him. Soft light filled the room, cool air slipping past the drawn curtains and there was that pressure again.

He groaned, shifting as he came back to consciousness. The faintest giggle made him freeze, along with the warmth that spread across his groin. Gingerly, he stretched each limb and felt a weight anchored over his thighs.

Kakashi was hard, his morning wood was always an impressive sight but this was more than this. Searing heat and wetness engulfed him and his mental faculties finally kicked in.

Steel grey eyes sprang open and he glanced to his side, even reaching a hand out to feel the empty side of the bed that you should be lying on. It was cold to the touch and he wondered how long he had remained asleep during your escapades. Were you the reasons his nightmares had shifted to overwhelmingly tactile dreams?

His heart was racing, pulse hammering furiously against his neck when he gripped the white comforter and yanked it back in a flurry of movement. The sight that greeted him nearly put him into cardiac arrest.

Wide eyes stared up, sparkly with the first shine of fresh tears, but these were not sorrowful tears–oh no. They were the result of his cock buried down your throat. He squirmed and earned a hum from you that vibrated right through his sensitive shaft.

Your lips were wet, strands of saliva dripping from the sides and sliding down to your chin and your nose was close enough to nestle into the short trimmed hairs at his pelvis. He wasn’t aware he was holding his breath until he felt you swallow and the tightening of your throat forced a downright slutty moan from between his parted lips.

Apparently, you liked that reaction. Lashes blinking back tears and working to bob your head up and down whilst your lips sucked on him like the most delicious tasting sucker you’d ever been allowed to sample.

The sound alone was enough to tighten his butt cheeks, fighting to keep his hips on the bed and not fuck your mouth like a vicious animal. His jaw was tense, hands quickly tracing your cheeks and onto your head where his fingers laced through your soft silken strands.

“Princess… ah… fuck.”

Even to his own ear, he sounded gruff from sleep, gravelly and low. You wriggled against his thighs, short nails pressing into his strong muscles and gripping tightly. When one palm moved to cup his balls, the tightness crescendoed to a fever pitch and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Holy–fuck! Can I fuck your mouth, princess? Not gonna last…” he asked, maintaining eye contact but he was definitely blushing, he could feel the heat along with sweat beading on his tawny flesh.

You winked. An approval to his request and he smiled like the wolf he truly was, the predator that masqueraded in sheep’s clothing. Only you knew how dark he could be when the mood called for it, only you understand the duality of his nature and only you accepted him for exactly who he was.

Kakashi’s feet braced on the bed, heels sinking into the mattress as he pistoned his hips upwards. He held your head in position and fucked his practically bursting cock into your warm and wet cavern. Buried to the hilt he held himself there and felt you gag around him. Every constriction on him felt like the most sinful sensation.

His skin prickled from the tip of his cock that pressed against the muscles in your throat, the prominent veins that were in stark relief along his shaft pulsed in anticipation, and his balls drew tight and heavy as you cupped them. Pins and needles filled his feet, spreading to his legs and arms as he drew back to hear your harsh gasps for air.

The second your teeth unsheathed from tucked behind your lips, grazing every hyper-sensitive spot that you knew intimately, he lost it.

He thrust into your mouth with inhuman speed, the first spurt of his cum falling straight down your raw throat and he didn’t stop. The pressure from his stomach drained away, and the tightness that was almost painful dissipated with each pump of cum that filled your mouth.

Kakashi groaned as his spent cock slipped from your mouth with a wet pop, the sight of your mouth pooling with his creamy seed was an image that he would never get enough of, and when you swallowed theatrically? He was dead. His eyes rolled to the back of his skull whilst he caught his breath.

Kitten licks to his semi-hard erection had his head flying back down to stare at you, the adorable smile on your face as you nuzzled his thigh and drew indecipherable patterns on his stomach was endearing.

He wondered what he had done to deserve you, to deserve this kind of treatment and especially the adoration that blazed openly in your gaze. Kakashi smiled as you finally spoke the first words he’d heard from you since going to sleep together last night, and his heart soared higher than he thought possible…

“Happy Birthday Kashi. I love you, now and forever.”