#but also her purr is deep and rumbly yes

[incendiorum-arch]

lucrezia has a bit of a raspy mew, as well as a deep, rumbling purr. she makes noise quite a bit, and seems to always have something to say with her wide rage of yells, meows, and squeaks.

[nochepsicodelica]

NSFW

Sitting on Toji's lap, watching TV together as he knocks back a couple beers. He keeps the bottle nestled between your legs when he's not sipping on it, his arm resting on your upper thigh area while his other hand mindlessly rubs and grabs at your tummy over your shirt. Every once in a while he leans in close to press a kiss to your temple and checks in on you. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, but he's pretty well behaved for being intoxicated, you think.

You don't know if he's occasionally rubbing the bottle against your crotch on purpose or if it's something he's unknowingly doing. Maybe he's fidgeting with it to give his hand something to do. You scoot back, away from the bottle, just incase he isn't doing it on purpose.

He stills the movement of his hand when you shift in his lap, moving away from where he keeps his bottle. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asks, his warm breath fanning against your ear. His free hand moves down to squeeze your inner thigh, the joint of his thumb grazing your pelvis.

"No, you're okay," you respond, putting your hand on his, turning briefly to smile at him before facing the TV again.

Toji progressively moved the bottle so that it ended up back between your thighs, the body of it rubbing up against you again, causing you to jolt at the sensation.

"What's wrong, pretty?" he murmurs, into your ear, his lips curled into a devilish smirk.

"The bottle..." you mumble, coy about addressing what's had your firm attention for a while now.

He peeks down at the evidence, his chin resting on your shoulder as he looks at the way the bottle is pushed snug up against your cunt.

"You're dirty, mama," he teases, a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest. "You're liking it, aren't you?"

"What? You're the one trying to get me off with your-"

"Shh..." once again you're met with a whiff of the alcohol lingering on his breath. You can taste remnants of it through the sloppy, wet kisses he steals from you. "You're liking it, aren't you?" He repeats, grinning at your flustered expression. "Look at her, look at her," he says, which only makes your cheeks burn even more, when he laughs, mockingly. "You are."

You sigh. He may be drunk, but he's not wrong.

"Say it, baby," he purrs, into your neck. "Say it and i'll make you cum sooo hard." He teases you with a rub of the bottle against your clothed clit.

"Fucking hell," you mutter under your breath, feeling pathetic for giving in to his game. "Fine. I liked it. It felt good. Is that what you wanna hear?"

"Fuck yeah. Wanna make my pretty girl cum in her shorts," he says, immediately rubbing the body of the bottle against your crotch.

"I-If i'm dirty..." you release a sharp breath. "Then you're a pervert."

"Mhm. All for you, sweetheart." He palms at your chest over your tank top, squeezing while moving his hand in circles. He can feel your stiffened nipples through the thin material. He takes turns rolling the clothed buds between fingers to make sure that they stay stiff, but also because he knows how turned on you get when he plays with your breasts. "Such a dirty girl," he says, sultrily, into your ear. "Letting me get you off with a beer bottle. Little freak." You arch off his chest, in his lap, a short barrage of whimpers reaching his ears. He pulls you back into him, his arm firm over your chest. "Doesn't take away from how pretty you are." His voice is so deep, you can feel it in your guts.

"Toji-"

"No, it fuckin' doesn't," he growls, into your ear. "'S why i've always got my hands on you, tryna fuck like some filthy dog. Mmm... baby, just can't help myself around you. I'm not gonna stop. Can't do it."

You whimper, writhing against him as he continues to grind the bottle against your cunt. His rambling shouldn't be as hot as it is, but god, you don't want him to shut up. It's fueling how close you are to cumming because of how he maneuvers the stupid bottle.

"You wet for me? Soaked?"

"Fuck- Yes, Toji," you moan, hands gripping at his thighs.

He hums, content with your response. "Yeah? Gonna cum?" His hand goes beneath your shirt to feel your bare skin on it. He drives his palm up your torso, towards your chest, his fingertips meeting your left nipple, rubbing until it's stiffened like before.

"Mhm," you nod. "Please... Please!"

"Such a loud, needy little thing. I can feel your heat making its way up the bottle." He laughs, again, like he's making fun of you for being so turned on for his perverse actions. Like he wasn't the one who started this. Scarred lips attach to the nape of your neck, kissing gently like he's apologizing for being mean. "Cum for me, baby," he says, speeding up the movement of the bottle against your clit. He rolls your nipple between his fingers, and your body instantly reacts.

"Oh fuck, T-Toji, fuck, oh my god," you cry out, falling into the void of pleasure produced by this unorthodox object. You trap the bottle between your thighs and grind against it, greedily taking control of your pleasure. Toji holds the bottle still and just watches you, his tired eyes absorbing every one of your movements and expressions as you shamelessly ride out your entire orgasm.

"Fuck..." you whimper, eyes shut as your hips stutter to a halt.

He pulls his hand out of your shirt, entirely speechless for a few seconds. You didn't even notice, too far into your post orgasm bliss.

Toji sighs, feeling as tired as you because of the alcohol. He turns the TV off and takes the bottle out from between your thighs, setting it down on the ground before putting your dazed self into a more comfortable position to sleep in—curled up against his chest. "You're so hot, baby... Too bad I can't fuck you like this," he mumbles, tiredly.

"Mhm," you hum, already dozing off. Toji lays his head back on the couch cushion and shuts his eyes. In less than a minute, he falls asleep, too.

[frogchiro]

omgomgomg imagine inexperienced feral!kaeya with a khaenri'ahn reader who was actually raised with her khaenri'ahn family too. i want her to be horrified when kaeya asks her what she's doing when she's scenting him, and biting his neck playfully !! or just rolling around kaeya's very bad makeshift nest, purring and pretending to be content when in reality she's so fucking itchy right now and the blankets arent placed right and it doesnt smell like kaeya at all and holy shit are those fucking ripped out notebook papers --

leave my poor boy alone😭 also the ripped out notebook papers stuffed inside the already shit nest i'm-

and i imagine kaeya to be completely oblivious and confused too?? like? he'd have the 'head empty no thoughts' face and would let out a tiny 'mprr?' sound as he feels you glomp him from behind. now that you're lying on his back when he was relaxing in his...'nest' he feels the deep purrs rumbling through your chest and on his back and while he greatly appreciates the affections as sudden as they are, he's still a bit...confused? it's just the way you're behaving; the purrs, the nuzzles, the neck rubbing and biting, don't get him wrong he loves it! and deep down he feels the need to return the affection and yet...

'what are you doing love?'

kaeya felt you immediately stop your affections and he couldn't help the tiny keen he let out as he looked back at you, the beautiful blue and molten gold eyes trying to convey both his confusion and longing.

you on the other hand remained perfectly still, were your intentions really not obvious enough? the blue haired man is your mate! it's obvious that you had to scent and mark him good! of course you'd still have to redo the monstrosity that your mate called a nest but-

it's only then when it hit you and you were kinda taken aback by your own obliviousness; how could you forget? after all kaeya was raised by normal humans, the ragnvindrs, while you had the 'luxury' to be raised by your khaen'rhian parents, even if it were hundreds of years after the cataclysm that you were born you still got to be exposed to the nature of your people with all the quirks and behaviors.

you remained silent but your frigid posture relaxed and a rumble could be heard as it escaped your lips and quickly an answering chirp came from kaeya. you got off of him but closed the distance between you as you nuzzled your head with his and you smiled when you felt your partner's curious little sniffs as if he was subconsciously checking for his scent on you.

'it's...really nothing kae, don't worry about it. but if i were to suggest something, how about we reorganize our nest a little?' you offered with a smile that only grew in size when kaeya tilted his head like a confused puppy.

'what do you mean reorganize? i think it's perfect, you even rolled around in it earlier!' the man accused you with a playful squint in his eyes as you started chuckling at his antics while picking at a stray ripped paper sheet.

'yes i know i did darling but...i'm pretty sure that a half ripped notebook, empty pillowcases and-is that a mug?' you inquired, fascinated and slightly disturbed at the sight of the offensive piece of glass sticking out like a sore thumb among the various materials that your nest was built up with.

at least you knew where to start now yeah? first of all, the goddamn nest; then, you can teach and show your mate how to properly take care of each other. you feel giddy at the prospect of endless nuzzles and cuddle sessions, after all you need to be thorough yeah~?

[quicktosimp]

Something New

Kinktober Day 04 - Jake Nyetiri

A/N: Thank goodness that @pandoraslxna was able to get blog back so quickly! And on that note, if you don't like what you see, just ignore and block it. There is no reason to flag someone because you don't like their work 😤

Warnings: 18+, Spanking, threesome, dirty talk, cunnilingus, begging

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕

“You want me to what?” Jake’s jaw drooped.

I stood my ground, “I want you to spank me,” my arms crossed.

“But wouldn’t that hurt you?” He asked, a puppy-like look on his face. 

I blush at his concern; Jake has never liked to see me hurt, and after my avatar died during the battle against the RDA, he’s been overprotective. 

Bashfully, I admitted, “I mean, yes, but I heard it also feels good. I really wanna try it with you.” 

“I am not sure I understand. How can hitting feel good?” Neytiri asked, puzzled at my request. 

“I’m not sure; I just want to try it. I know you two won't actually hurt me.” I stated.

Jake and Neytiri looked at each other, coming to an agreement, “We will try it, but if for any reason we think it’s too much or is going wrong, we stop, and you tell us to stop if you don’t like it,” Jake ordered.

This was the perfect agreement, “That's perfect! Thank you so much, loves!” I run and give them both a kiss.

While Neytiri was happy at my excitement, I could still see her confusion. Jake looked like a lost puppy.

“So what do I do?” Jake asks, his hands moving uncomfortably, so I push his hands and sit him on a comfortable branch. I climb up onto his lap, laying myself down. Jake helped arrange my limbs as I could not reach the ground. Neytiri sat herself in front of me, holding my hands. 

“Is this okay?” Jake asks.

“Yes, love.”

“And you promise to say something if you don’t like it?” Neytiri reaffirms.

“Yes, love,” slightly annoyed at this point. 

“Jake's voice dropped, “Don’t get cheeky with us; we’re only looking out for you.” 

“Jake, I am splayed over your lap; I am ready and completely okay with this!” I beg.

I hear him groan before I feel his large hand rub my back. Neytiri cupped my face with her hands, “Ma Syulang, we’re just worried. Jake and I are so much bigger than you. We do not want to see you hurt. You have only just healed.” Her eyes were wide with emotion. 

Sighing, I respond, “I don’t know how else to convince you I am okay. Mo’at cleared me weeks ago. And I know that neither of you could ever hurt me, size difference or not. I am always safe with you two.” A smile graces my face at the end. 

A deep rumbling noise comes from Jake and Neytiri, a purr straight from their chests. Their tails curled towards me, the tufts of fur brushing my skin. Their bodies always wanting to be closer. Neytiri brought her lips to mine, a sweet kiss that translates to I love you. Her plush lips overtake mine as I attempt to lean into her kiss. Jake refused to let me get too far, fearing I may fall. I tangle my hands in her braids, bringing her closer, as Jake will not let me farther, his hand holding me in place. His one hand covers the whole expansion of my back. 

“I love watching my girls. Seeing you together makes me happy, but I am starting to get a little jealous.” Jake grins, amused at the two of us. 

Neytiri looks at Jake with a smug grin of her own. Her lips never left mine for long. Her tongue made an appearance, licking over my open lips. Before plunging in, the taste of sweet berries on her tongue. Her tongue dominates my mouth, filling every crevice. Her lips never sealed, leaving Jake to see our tongues intertwining. Drool dripping down our chins. 

“Now you’re just playing dirty, Tiri, working our baby girl all up when we’ve barely even started. I bet if I were to play with those panties, they’d be soaked right through.” Jake's fingers trail lower, a finger pressing over my clothed cunt, “Damn right, you are a needy girl. Panties all slick, I wonder what’s underneath?” With that, I feel him tug at them before I hear a rip. The cool air of the forest glides against my exposed sex. A gasp ripped from my throat, knowing that one finger was all it took to destroy my underwear. 

I pull away from Neytiri’s mouth, saliva connecting us, “Jake,” I whine, “those were my favorite pair, the nice ones you bought me back on earth.” 

Chuckling, Jake mocks, “Aww, my pretty girl needs her pretty panties? I don’t think so. If I had my way, you wouldn’t own a single pair, leaving your pussy bare for me at all times.” His finger parted my folds, gathering my slick, “Look at this, my finger is soaked, and we’ve barely done anything. You really are up for it at any time. You let us use you at any time, wouldn’t you? Let us bend you over while you’re cooking or maybe when you're asleep. You’d love that, wouldn’t you, our needy little slut.” 

I moan at his words, wanting to do everything he said. 

“Ma Jake, if we did that, our Yawntutsyìp would never rest. She’d always be open from our fingers, tongue, or your cock. A messy little hole always open and dipping for us.” Neytiri joined in, her expression matching Jake’s. 

“Now I believe our girl wants to be treated like she’s been naughty. She’s been a good girl for us, but right now, she needs her ass to be a nice red color.” Jake explains, his hand rubbing over my ass now, squeezing each cheek, warming the flesh. 

“Our Yawntutsyìp is always such a good girl, doing everything she can to help, working so hard that she does more than any other na’vi. She deserves her wishes.” Neytiri fingers comb through my hair. 

I whine on Jake’s lap, a picture-perfect sight to them, ass up, head down, drool covering my chin and a glassy-eyed look on my face. 

“Ready, baby girl?” Jake asks.

I nod my head eagerly, and I relax in their hold. Jake gives one last squeeze to my ass before there’s nothing there. I lay there waiting before a resounding smack rings out. I moan as the feeling of a burning warmth spreading through my ass, his hand able to hit my entire ass. The heat spread to my cunt. 

“Still good?” Jake asks.

“Good, very good,” I moan, breathly.

“Okay, baby girl, then let’s try a few more.” 

Jake’s arm raises again, and I wait for his mark to land, and it does. Euphoria bleeds through my body as the burn lands once again. His arm raises again and lands again, this time lower, nearing the spot where my thighs meet. I buck in his hold at that strike, not expecting the pain there. 

A high moan leaves my lips, unsure if I enjoyed that.

“Jake, that was not a good spot!” Neytiri hissed. 

“It’s okay, Tiri, it wasn’t too bad, but I don’t want to try there again right now,” I explain.

Jake brings me up so I’m held against his chest, his eyes filled with warmth, “Thank you for telling me, baby girl,” He kisses my lips sweetly, “You’re being so good for us,” More kisses this time on my neck, “Always such a good girl, our baby girl.” This time he sucks the skin of my neck into his mouth, leaving a purple mark.

“You ready to start again?” Jake asks.

I nod in agreement, words starting to fail me. Jake helps me back over his lap again; I see Neytiri’s face as she looks into my eyes, her eyes filled with lust and awe like she couldn’t believe she was enjoying this as much as I was. I give her a smile and another kiss. As our lips were locked, Jake landed another hit over the swell of my ass. I moan into her mouth, eager for more of their attention. 

Another hit lands, and my pussy cleantes around nothing.

Another hit, and my clit throbs.

Another hit, I can feel my ass burning.

Another hit, and I rub my thighs together, needing something for my aching clit.

Another hit, and my cunt is throbbing as much as my ass is. 

Another hit, and I grind myself against Jake’s thigh. 

“Baby girl, are you getting off from this? Gotta rub your needy clit on my thigh to get off? Why would you do that when Tiri is right here, and she always wants to eat your pretty pussy. Do you want Tiri to eat your pussy? You better ask her nicely,” Jake asks sarcastically. 

“Please, Tiri, please eat my pussy. I need you so bad!” I beg, my face a complete mess. 

“Ma Yawntutsyìp, I’ll always eat your pussy. It's my favorite thing to do.” She smiled coyly.

Jake picked me up and laid me on my back across his thighs. My cunt was now inches from Neytiri’s face, and my own face was now wet from the slick that was left on Jake’s thigh. 

Neytiri didn’t waste any time. She latched onto my cunt with fervor. She licked and nipped at my folds, avoiding my clit and hole, where I really needed it. 

“Tiri! Tiri! Don’t tease! Please, Tiri!” I scream.

‘Neytiri is taking care of you. You need to be patient.” Jake scolds, sliding two of his fingers into my mouth. I latch onto his fingers, sucking on them like they're my lifeline.

Neytiri’s chuckle vibrates against my pussy, enjoying my begging before biting my clit. My back arched, and a scream left my lips from the mix of pain and pleasure. From there, she forced her tongue into my hole, fucking it in and out before moving back to my clit and sucking on the bruised nub harshly. My legs kick out as I chant Neytiri’s name in broken pants. Jake grabs one of my offending legs while Neytiri holds the other. Keeping me spread and unable to move. 

“Looks like we broke her, babe; our baby girl can't even say your name properly. Completely fucked dumb.” Jake shifts a bit, getting a better look at what Neytiri is doing to me, “Give her what she needs, make our girl cum.”

Next thing I know, Neytiri has two fingers in my cunt, pistoning them in and out at an inhuman speed while she lavishes my clit with attention. With Jake’s fingers in my mouth and his hand keeping me pinned to his thighs, and Neytiri’s fingers fucking my cunt open with her mouth biting my clit, I came in second. Jake’s fingers blocked my scream, and unable to wiggle as Neytiri refused to let me clit go. She continued to suck and nibble even after I came. I wiggle and moan at the overwhelming sensation, my body weakening after I came down. 

“Neytiri, that's enough. Our girl has had enough. You both did so good.” Jake picks me up and lays me on a bank nearby as they clean me up. I fell asleep content in their arms.

[sbzbrainrot]

NSFW! I wrote this one as a yin to my last NSFW writings yang - the last one had Robin leading the way and now our beloved Al-an is the one overcome with need as he’s forced to desire this at this stage of their relationship. Alien hormones!

Al-an clicked in a slow and calculated fashion, a deep growl emanating from his chest as he pushed Robin up against a wall, claws greedily exploring her body over her shirt - but they both suspected that wouldn’t last long. Robin trembled, but very clearly not with fear - rather, anticipation. An anticipation so raw and apprehensive, heartbeat quickened with not just the situation, but the implications it had. Her mind was blank and her heart did most of her thinking for her… along with her nether regions, of course.

“I see,” the mighty Architect purred, still an undertone of a growl present, “that you may not understand the intricacies of Architect sexuality. Forgive me for neglecting to inform you, Robin…” and he drew her name out in a suggestive and aggressive way that made her knees feel weak, something that wasn’t causing issues in her current predicament.

“Y-Yeah?” Robin managed through a thick swallow, staring into Al-an’s eyes (or at least where she assumed they were…) with lust and feigned fear. It wasn’t a conscious decision to include the look of fright, but it seemed to be what her subconscious decided would feed into his predatory gaze best - and it was correct.

“Let me,” Al-an lifted her shirt, draping it over her shoulders before disposing of it at his feet, allowing it to fall with little regard to its landing site, “inform you, Robin. Would you like to know more?” and he asked his question with a sort of sinister arousal, something primal that indicated he already knew her answer.

Robin could only nod gently, wide-eyed and cheeks heavily flushed. She was a lovely sight, Al-an thought with a passionate trill, topless but still sporting her leggings. Something about the way her hips were outlined by the elastic of her pants while her breasts hung freely… it made him want to explore.

Al-an wasted no time in delving his face into her neck and allowing his purrs to vibrate against it. Through simple haptics, he was able to isolate quick vibrations where roughly he assumed he would have a mouth - something that he knew delighted Robin, and he understood why. Kissing was something very important in romantic relationships according to his knowledge on human culture, and as she melted underneath him and felt her pulse beneath her skin, he could not have understood the fascination more. He traced kisses down the side of her neck as he felt her breasts with one of his free pincers, using the other to hold her by the hair, close to the scalp, in order to keep her facing him.

“We do not experience a desire to copulate for the sake of reproduction,” Al-an purred as he nuzzled his forehead against hers, an action that kept Robin’s face hot and eyes wide. “As you understand, we Architects do everything with a purpose. And our purpose for copulation is pleasure, of course, but also to nourish our connection, one more personal than the network brings.” The way he had idly been playing with her nipples was killing her, but the way he now stopped, claws hovering over her as he gently stroked her hair? Drove her crazy.

“Robin, I must inquire, do you desire to nourish this connection with me?” A deep series of clicks rumbled from within his chest as he spoke now, voice thicker. “I would not be asking if I did not feel I needed the bond, yes, but also the physicality of the ordeal.”

Wow. Robin’s mind, which was one second ago completely stagnant, now raced as she considered the implications of what he was telling her, what he was asking of her. He was… inexplicably pent up. He saw their relationship and cherished it in such a way that he desired this pleasure, this connection. Her sensitive zone seemed to throb a response before she could even articulate it, but finally she managed to choke out a “Yes.”

“Very.” Al-an pulled her closer to him as he lowered his face to her breasts, curiously exploring them along with those same haptic kisses he practiced on her neck earlier. “Well.” His voice dripped with both lust and affection as he drew out the phrase of affirmation.

And then it seemed like he could bear this teasing no longer (and neither could Robin, but she had a feeling he would’ve kept going if he could) as he finally slipped her pants off in one quick motion.

With one of his mechanical hands, he rubbed idle circles in the center of her underwear where he knew the most nerve endings sat close to the skin. He was delighted at the way her breath hitched and eyes fluttered, but he was unsatisfied with how she still seemed to be holding back. He slid her panties down and took them off as well, leaving her naked beneath him. He observed it, glowing a careful green before returning to his lustful magenta. Naked, he noted, but not yet trembling. Such is essential for this situation. This will not do.

With that thought, Al-an returned his face to her neck in a flash to trace it once more with pseudo-kisses as he allowed his erection to emerge from its usual hiding spot. He separated from her for just a moment, to allow her wide eyes to view it, before connecting with her again in a flash, this time stimulating her warmth with his own as he ground against her - focusing on the raw nerves at her clitoris and her entrance, relishing the slippery wetness that covered his tip. A direct result of her eagerness, that he was causing.

Robin was aware of the heat emanating off of him, like a flame just close enough to warm but not to burn. She couldn’t help but bite her lip, swollen with desire and her repeated lickings, as she struggled to keep her vocalized pleasure stifled. Why she was attempting to hold it back she did not know, it just felt right. But to Al-an it was very, extremely, marvelously frustrating. And a challenge.

Al-an’s purr continued rumbling throughout his core, clicks and chitters sprinkled over it as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Brace yourself,” he said playfully.

“D-Don’t oversell yours-“ Robin gasped as he entered her, his member filling her in all the right places. She felt full, but somehow empty as she craved for him to start moving. She couldn’t hold back her moan as he slid all the way in, passing her internal bundle of nerves (which Al-an noted with delight) and meeting the wall which was her cervix.

He allowed her a moment to adjust, but selfishly it was more to create a tension - he wanted to see how she would react if he simply did not give into her desires. She whined slightly with need, and although Al-an would’ve otherwise kept this research going to see how far he could take her (perhaps he could even get her begging), he was admittedly very needy himself. He groaned with pleasure as he took his first quick thrust out - then back in.

A scientist, he regarded himself with pride, who analyzes data in even the most extraneous of circumstances. And he purposefully ignored how it became harder for him to think as well as Robin’s scattered moans fell over him with his more erratic thrusts.

But quickly, as he began learning her inner mechanisms - mostly through all that moaning of hers which was short-circuiting his brain - he settled into a rhythm they were both deeply enjoying. He withdrew his cock slower than he pumped it in, and he noted how he felt her pulse and clench around him with an increased frequency so long as he maintained this style. He tried to keep from making any groans and grunts of his own, but it was more than a little hard to catch them before they happened.

For Al-an, everything seemed, for once, so loud and so quiet at the same time - like a perfect balance that reminded him dearly of the network he was once a part of, a melody in the background as his mind featured in the foreground. But it felt different. Very different, and very unique. This felt like a careful bonding between himself and his mate, but one that he did not have to worry about keeping together. It felt like no matter how hard he thrusted into her or how hard he held her, there was no risk of their mental adhesion faltering. He had not felt romance or passion in this intimate capacity before meeting Robin, and perhaps that’s why he was all the more eager to begin experiencing it.

He felt so utterly sated but also hungry, hungry for more of Robin’s moans to grace his ears (moans which were becoming more and more frantic as she approached climax), for Robin’s warm and wet depths to continue squeezing him in all the right ways, for more pleasure of his own. And although he was not often selfish in the face of his human, he felt it justified for himself to so desperately desire what she clearly also did.

He maintained his pace with an instinctual guidance, pumping in and out and in and out as Robin moaned his name. “Al-an,” her voice was shaky and wavering, pleading. And well, if that wasn’t encouragement, what was?

Al-an lost himself in the pleasurable motions, clenching his pincers around her hair and squeezing her where he had his arm wrapped around her.

He couldn’t help now but groan as his coloration took on a white hue and he reached his peak - falling over the edge perhaps less gracefully than he would’ve liked. His cum, which was perhaps vestigial considering the circumstances but very welcomed by Robin, filled her sloppily as she was pushed over her own edge. Through moans of Al-an’s names and pleading for more, she was enveloped by her own powerful orgasm.

As they both came down from their climax they panted, Al-an once again pressing his forehead affectionately against hers. He truly did not need to pant, he literally did not have a respiratory system, but he felt it appropriate for the circumstance, and honestly he somehow did feel winded after such an experience. He removed himself from inside her and felt a strange pleasure feeling how sticky her inside felt coated in his cum.

Al-an released her finally from his anti-gravitational beam, but he did not let her fall. He had his arms wrapped around her waist and continued to purr and click affectionately as he nuzzled and kissed her lovingly. He smothered her with this wordless affection, but she loved it.

After some silence in which they remained in their right embrace, Robin spoke.

“So,” she cleared her throat and tried again, “so what was all that about?” Perhaps it wasn’t the most romantic thing she could’ve said but she really was curious, it was not like her Architect to be so dominant and forthcoming - let alone have sex with her! She just had sex with an alien!!!

“Robin, did you not listen to my explanation of Architect sexuality?” He seemed to be gently and playfully scolding her, recognizing that she was likely not listening very well during his prior explanation.

“Not really… I was kind of preoccupied…” Robin leaned her head onto his shoulder and pressed her cheek into it, sighing happily.

“Let me summarize. We are overwhelmed with a desire for this important experience when we feel we are ready to consummate our bond.” Al-an trilled thoughtfully for a moment and Robin thought he would leave it there, but he did continue.

Pressing his forehead very gently into hers, he hummed affectionately. “To put it into more human terms, I was simply expressing my feelings physically - and I feel that I love you.”

[heartfullofleeches]

can we have a scene where reader consents to Liu biting them?

(tw: consensual cannibalism, blood)

"Are you sure about this, Y/n?"

Liu plays with the corner of her apron; eyes trailing away from yours as they meet. She has been vocal about her.. urges before, and the shameful desire she had to taste you. It's something you found out about early on in your relationship when discovering her eating raw meat late one night. She assures you she's never consumed human flesh, despite avoiding eye contact like she was now, but she's had the desire too since young. An unexplainable craving as they so claimed.

Despite the bombshell, you choose to stay with her. It may have been due to her presence in the relationship,

You take one of her hands in yours, running your thumb over the veins in her skin. "Yes. I know you will be able to control yourself, and I want to help you.

"Okay..." Liu unravels the towl held in their opposite hand. She dips it into the bowl of water on the table before pulling your sleeve from your shoulder. You flinch as the cloth hits your bare skin.

She recoils. "Sorry! Are you okay?"

You nod. "Yea, just cold.. You can keep going."

"Okay.." Liu washes the area from your shoulder to neck. This to make sure the surface is clean, but also to thank you for your sacrifice as she massages you over the towel. She places it in back in the bowl once finished, scooting closer to you as she grabs your arm.

Liu places her lips against the side of your neck; peppering small kisses across your flesh. They wanted you to know just how much they appreciated you for everything you've done - not use this. Her arms slither around you; one hooked around your waist and the other your lower back. Their lips part as they exhale. "You smell so nice... Y/n?"

"Mhm?"

"Before I do this - I want you to know I love you..."

Liu latches on your shoulder, suckling the skin. Her canines grazes your flesh before she ever starts. She slightly retracts as they sink in, but eases in to the feeling as she finally bites down. Applying as little pressure she could while still puncturing through, Liu clamps her jaws around on your shoulder. Her tongue sweeps over the blood that blooms beneath the wounds caused by her fangs, tainting her tastebuds with the sinful ambrosia that was your blood.

The hand cushioning your back travels to the base of your neck as she bites, tilting your head to get a better angle. This was better than anything she'd ever tasted. Something about it being live prey made it all the more filling. Warm blood was far refresher after all. On top of that, it was you that she was consuming; the object of her hidden obsession and the person that reminded her she was still human from just how deep that love ran. To do this was to have you apart of her and her a part of you as this most definitely will leave a mark.

Liu tears the small clunk of skin in her teeth and detaches from your shoulder. She wipes the taste of you off them as she swallows and wipes the traces of her saliva off you. Something akin to a purr rumbles from her throat as she relishes the fading sensation. You wince. You hadn't felt any pain up until that point; a sharp yet faint burn shooting through your arm. Come to think of it, you couldn't feel your limp nearly the entire time after she first bit you. Was that somehow her doing?

Liu rubs her mouth with the sleeve of her shirt; embarrassment clear across her face. "We...should get you cleaned up. Do you want might if I help you up?

You shake your head. They pick you up in a bridal position and head off to the bedroom to get you patched up. Liu offers to run you a bath or help you into the shower, but you're too tired for any of that. She helps you into bed and curls up by your side. She rests her head on your good shoulder and throws her arm over your body; keeping you warm and protected from the cold night along side the blankets she draped over you.

"I don’t know where I would be right now if I hadn't met you, Y/n. I owe my entire life to you. I love you... Goodnight."

[nyotasaimiri]

Arc Two 116

Their conversation seemed peaceful. Nyota was reluctant to interrupt it, and reluctant to admit her own surprise. It was reasonable, if cynical. But she did not like her cynical self, not when it meant doubting her friend. Yes, once it was only reasonable, only safe to doubt everyone. Not now. Never again.

“Marcy, would you like to stay for dinner?” she asked over her own thoughts, stepping into the room as she caught a gap in the conversation. “It is hardly fair for me to beg favors of you and then send you away hungry.”

Marcy looked up with a smile that knocked the weight of half a decade off Nyota’s back. “I was hoping you would ask. I missed your cooking.”

Nyota returned the smile without a trace of rust; she saw surprise widen Oldarva’s eyes and share an echo of the smile with her as well. “Mihre, you are also welcome. Do you cook? You can join us in the kitchen.”

Mihre chuckled. Nyota was still learning to read Floran faces, but she had seen Namina twitch his nictating membranes like that before when he was feeling sheepish, or embarrassed. “I am not ssafe in kitchens. Best to stay here, maybe.” A bit of mischief sparked in their eyes. “And Namina is being sussspiciously quiet. Should humor him, yes?”

Nyota remembered the paintball incident and decided to leave well enough alone.

“They are going to get silly, you know,” Marcy said as she followed Nyota down to the kitchen.

“I know.” Nyota stopped at the bottom of the second ladder and held out her arms, indulging in a bit of her own silly. Marcy grinned and dropped down into them. The unhesitating trust caught in Nyota’s throat.

Marcy flicked Nyota’s sidelocks. “You’re not concerned?”

Nyota just shrugged, swallowing the sweet sting of trust for later. “We are pretty used to the Floran flavor of silly around here. Oldarva can handle them. She is tougher than most expect. Now, I do need both hands for this.”

Marcy accepted her fate and got down, heading toward the cabinets Nyota indicated to collect their tools. “Than most expect. Including you?”

Perceptive as ever. Memory and pride creased Nyota’s eyes. “Including me. It was her who captured Gizzie.”

“Wait, really?” Marcy stopped fetching bowls for a second to stare up at Nyota. “I thought that was you. Oh, you did say… I wasn’t really focused then, was I? But she did?”

It was Nyota’s turn to chuckle now. “As I said…”

“No kidding.” Marcy finished getting their cookware. “There you are. Sugar next, right?”

That earned her another laugh. “A good guess. I do like making sweets. Ah, thank you.” Nyota accepted the jar with a bit of suspicion. “That was fast. Where did you find it?”

“On the counter here.” Marcy pointed, and confirmed Nyota’s suspicions. Namina hadn’t hidden it again—he was up to something. “So, what are we making?”

“Occulemon meringue.”

Marcy went still and quiet, still holding the jar. “That… that was his favorite.”

Nyota paused. She could feel the pain rise in herself, but it was duller now, soothed by something else she could not name. She tried anyway, words stinging gently at her throat like pulling something sore away. “I like to make it sometimes. I think he would be happy to know that I enjoy it still.”

Marcy touched her elbow. The old gesture drew up a heavy, good, deep smile as Nyota raised her arm slightly, giving permission for Marcy to hug her. A quiet purr rumbled through her as Marcy pressed her face into Nyota’s side.

“You’re right.” Marcy let go after a moment and went to the fridge to find those occulemons. “And he would get on my case for moping. He never had any time for that. Grab life by the horns, he’d say.”

Nyota’s soft chuckle was richer now, full of weight and love. “That he would. And he would like that we share this with others, I think. Love isn’t meant for holding and keeping hidden.” The part of her brain that always rebelled at emotion fixed on the smoothness of the eggs in her hands and marveled at their perfect, delicate shells, at how her strong, heavy fingers could work with them without making them shatter at a touch.

Marcy found the fruit and started getting the rind off. “Yeah. Yeah, he would.” Nyota couldn’t hear the grief in her voice anymore. “Let’s get on with it, then. He was always pretty impatient.”

The chuckle turned into a rumbling purr. “Only with the little things.” The eggs cracked. Nyota relished the feeling of soft-smooth-round between her fingers as she caught the yolks. Warm, familiar yellow.

Marcy nodded, smiling again and thoughtful. “That’s right. Only with the little things.”  

[queen-scribbles]

Is it Kasey/Mason you're still looking for a handholding prompt for? 26 :)

Yes, it is, and thank you for the opportunity to make her haircut canon. 😉 ----

26. holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together

Sometimes Kasey wished vampires weren’t so damn fast. Sure, it made them amazing back-up in fights, but it also made Mason almost unendurably smug during combat training.

At least usually. Today something was just the tiniest bit off. He was still kicking her ass, of course, but she’d actually landed a hit or two, and his retorts to her verbal jabs had just a fraction of delay on them.

Kasey was pretty sure she knew why, too, and it had her smirking even as she landed on her ass for the fifth time in as many minutes. She was better at watching people than fighting them, after all. 

“Need a break, sweetheart?” Mason asked as he hauled her back to her feet. His tone was equal parts snarky dig and genuinely asking, which made something squirm in her chest that she ignored. 

“Nah, do you, sunshine?” she returned, lightly tapping his shoulder with the side of her fist. “Seems like something’s bothering you.” Raking one hand through her freshly-shorter hair as she spoke was very much on purpose.

He narrowed his eyes at her, then shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“Oh, so you’re taking it easy on me on purpose?” Kasey baited with a smirk. “Normally I couldn’t hit you to save my damn life.”

Mason snorted at her phrasing, smirked back, and deliberately stepped into her space. “You’d rather it be hard?”

She shrugged, just as deliberately bit her lip, and ran her hand through her hair again, slowing the motion as her fingers slipped free just below her chin. “Hard is what makes improvement, isn’t it?”

He kissed her, hard and hungry, one hand cupping the side of her neck. She responded in kind, chuckled as she sensed the shift in balance that was him pressing in, guiding them toward the training room wall.

Not this time. Kasey waited until she could feel the wall just behind her, then dug in one heel and pivoted so Mason’s back met it instead. “Your turn, sunshine,” she mumbled against his mouth, darting a hand down when his settled on her hip. She could read the intent to swap their positions in his body language, wedged her hand between his and her waist. She clumsily linked her fingers between his and dragged his hand up to pin against the wall over their heads.

Mason laughed, a deep, rough rumble, as he let her do it. “Any plans in mind now that I’m at your mercy, Detective?” He caught his lower lip between his teeth, let just the slightest hint of fang show as he smirked at her.

Fuck but it was unfair he’d figured out how much that turned her on. Kasey growled softly, which made him laugh again. “One or two, Specialist Agent,” she said, voice nearly a purr as she caught his other hand and pinned it by the first. “Starting with interrogation.”

He snorted. “Seems like a waste-”

“What do you think of my haircut?” She wasn’t entirely sure why she was asking, why she cared. But he was the only one who hadn’t at least commented on it yet--even if Felix and Nate had practically bullied Adam into his bare-bones acknowledgement, he’d said something.

Surprise flickered in Mason’s eyes and the seductive tone vanished. “It’s your hair, do what you want with it.” He smirked and the moment was gone. “Long as I can get my fingers in it, I don’t really care.” As if to prove the point, he shook one hand free of her grip and dug his fingers into her hair, tugging just a little so she’d meet him when he leaned in to kiss her again.

Kasey hummed appreciation, bracing her free hand on the wall. Her knee slipped between his as she leaned in, even aware her full weight wouldn’t be enough to keep him here unless he wanted to be. She did, however, suspect there was more to his opinion than what he’d said. Given the way he’d been acting. She finally pulled back enough to breathe. “Good. I’d hate to think I was a distraction.”

“You’re always a distraction.” Maybe it wouldn’t have left her speechless if it hadn’t slipped free like that. Or if Mason didn’t look just as surprised he said it as she was to hear it. But it had, and he did. For a ghost of a moment before the smirk was back. “‘Cause I keep thinking of things I want to do when we end up like this.”

Equilibrium restored, Kasey smirked back, released his other hand so she could dig her finger into his hair as well. “I have some suggestions for that list...” she murmured as she kissed him again.

Mason growled softly and leaned his head back against the wall. His hand came to rest on her hip again, two fingers dipping under the waistband of her workout leggings.

This time she hummed instead of moving his hand away, more than happy with the direction this was heading. Especially  if it meant she didn’t have to try to hit him anymore. Her fingers tightened in his hair when he lightly bit her lip.

She was too focused on the moment; her hand in his hair and the warmth of his freckled skin sinking through her tank top, to note anything about the surroundings. But surely he had, with those hypersenses of his, and she would’ve appreciated a heads up before a loudly-cleared throat broke through her concentration. 

“That is not this room’s intended purpose,” Adam said, disapproval frosted so thick on the words it could start a new ice age.

Kasey flinched--surprise more than guilt--and didn’t turn around for a second, throwing on a cocky grin before she faced the team leader. “Oh, c’mon, learning how to pin people down is a useful combat skill.”

Adam’s eyes narrowed, taking in their position. “You’ll find other supernaturals far less willing participants in that exercise, Detective.”

“Killjoy,” she groused, still grinning.

“He’s got a point, sweetheart,” Mason said in the same moment, pushing away from the wall and easily--if reluctantly--slipping free of her grip.  He ran one hand through his hair and arched a brow at Adam. “You here for a reason, or just to break up our fun?”

Adam sighed and crossed his arms. “Agent Valentine has an assignment for you and Nate.  And it’s almost time for the detective to return to work.”

As if to underscore, the alarm went off on Kasey’s phone, vibrating against the bench across the room. 

“Oh, fine,” she sighed. “Message received, Commanding Agent.”

Adam gave the two of them a final long look and left the room as they headed to reclaim their things from the bench.

“Think he’s trusting us to be professional?” Kasey joked, tucking her phone in the waistband pocket of her leggings.

“He’s smarter than that.” Mason shook his head. He reached over to cup the back of her neck and tug her sideways for another kiss. “Probably waiting in the hall like a prison escort.”

“Although-” Kasey hummed a little at the kiss--”he keeps catching us misusing this room and he’ll take over my combat training, which I imagine would be far less fun.”

Mason smirked, letting go to pull on his t-shirt. “Might be fun to watch.”

She rolled her eyes and flipped a hand in his direction. “Asshole.”

The smirk widened. “We could always do private training at your place.”

She leaned in, traced her thumb down his jaw. “Long as you don’t break my stuff, sunshine,” she murmured, lips practically touching his.

Mason opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Adam barking his name from the hall. “Told you,” he said instead, flicking her hair back from her face as he pulled away to head for the door. “Haircut looks good, Kasey,” he called over his shoulder just before exiting.

It was just as well she was denied a snarky retort because she couldn’t find one. Kasey stared at the door for several seconds, not entirely sure where the smile tugging her lips came from.

Her phone alarm sounded again, and Kasey cursed under her breath as she silenced it and headed out the door, fingers dragging through her hair one last time. 

Still smiling.

[hazbincalifornia]

Year in Writing

My end-of-year writing reflection! And by reflection, I mean 'thing that's the equivalent of those 'post an art piece for every month' memes'.

Essentially, this is just a collection of writing snippets, one picked from each month. (Some of the ao3 links may have a different post time, that's because they were posted on tumblr initially during that month. Some are also NSFW, so be warned, but those will have a little note next to them.)

Here's to another year!

Jan- link

“So you’re the one who wanted the private show, huh?”

“Guilty as charged. I came to see your circus a bit ago, and I must admit, you captivated me. Such a perfect little specimen… I wanted to see you up close.” There’s adoration and delight tied up with a bow of something darker, dripping repression and obsession.

All four eyes are glowing, white pupils pinpricks as they focus on Blitzo. Electricity thrums up his spine as he’s seen, seen in a way that burrows down to his core, tail idly winding in the air before snapping like a whip and making the owl blink. His strained grin twitches, half-melting into something cockier.

_

Feb- link (nsfw)

“Hmm.” He crawled closer, cupping Blitzo’s face in both hands, and Blitzo’s mind swirled further as the heat bubbled the blood around his brain, deep purrs rumbling through his chest as everything wobbled the way the air always did on too-hot days when the tar melted underneath your feet. Magic thrummed throughout his body, but all he could tell was that it was making Stolas touch him, and anything that made Stolas touch him was good. “It seems that having little Stellaluna had some physiological effects.”

_

Mar- link (nsfw)

“Okay. Get on your knees.”

That was… unexpected. Kit blinked, and Clove twirled the watch again, sending a glow from his fingers into the case. It caught the light, the magic inside reflecting a prism on the wall for a brief moment before Kit decided to drop down, black jeans hitting the carpet. Clove ran his hands through his hair, murmuring soothing words about how he was such a good boy that pulled a purr out of Kit. He could live in this moment forever, looking up at the speckled quilt of skin and the pointed teeth and the mesmerizing way that Clove’s hair bounced with every little motion of his head, not quite feathers but not quite hair either.

“You want to be a good boy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Kit replied automatically, and Clove stroked up one of his antenna before his grin widened and he spread his legs.

_

April- link

Daddy meant two things, to Stolas. When warbled or excitedly chirped out of the beak of his young chick, it was love and admiration and the knowledge of protection and security, that nothing could hurt her as long as Daddy was here. Daddy was a warm lap to rest on and a comforting presence that he was happy to provide for his stunning little starlight, his sweet blossom who peeped out the title with wide, innocent eyes and chubby, flushed cheeks.

When it was teased out from under the lips and between the teeth of his little circus imp, though, Daddy dripped with bloodied honey, slick and dangerous and powerful in an entirely different way. So often, Blitzo used it to remind him of the difference in their ages in addition to a jab at how the baby in his belly got there, even though when it came to prowess in sexual matters, the imp was the one with more practical experience. Daddy was the tip of a crop sliding along the skin before it struck, the fire burning in his stomach when cooed out like a prayer, the thrill of how wrong and yet right all of this was. Even when he was the one letting it slip from his beak, it was all a play, a dance to keep them both on their toes as they figured out together what this thing that they shared was.

_

May- link (nsfw)

Satan’s sweet pussy, he knew they’d said something about heats being worse if you don’t let one in now and then, but he’d soaked through his turtleneck and coat in mere minutes and already felt like throwing himself into a shallow grave just to fuck whatever worms happened to be crawling in and out. His hips gyrated in the air, and Loona’s nose twitched again before she pinched it shut, voice stuffy as she spoke.

_

June- link

He waits. He wants to justify himself, but what can he even say? She knows what’s been done- what’s been done by him to her lovely, brilliant spitfire of a child. She has his flame, he can see it in her eyes and how she holds her hands, but there are decades of bricks built up to keep it from being blown out. 

“I know how it works.” She’s chopping some orange fruit into pieces. The knife is razor-sharp, and she spins it in her hand expertly before turning her head to face him with steely eyes. The words are well-planned as they spill out like a spool of barbed wire, and he realizes suddenly why this is the woman who named her children the way that she did. “You think that you’ll care, but you get the choice to run. He doesn’t. He grows attached so easy and he already loves the baby you put in him. I’ve spent eighteen years trying to keep them from cracking and sinking into the worst aspects of themselves like so many around here do, and I don’t want to watch my baby boy break because of you.” She impaled the point of the knife in the cutting board, and even though Stolas knows he could turn her to stone with a glance, he finds himself gulping. “If you’re going to love him, love him, and treat him like a prince. If you aren’t…” She trailed off, and Stolas can see his own distorted reflection interrupted by rivulets of juice running down it. “Don’t waste our time.”

July- link

His hand fell flat, and a nervous laugh bubbled from his chest as delight echoed in his blood. He could feel an echo of his own movement, curled up and curious as they prodded back out with their baby hand. They were safe. They were happy. They were tired. But when he draped his tail over his stomach, pure bubbly love of the kind he hadn’t felt since he was a kid curled around his brain like marshmallow fluff, sinking in and soothing away the self-doubt for just a moment.

They were excited enough to see the world that they were still spilling all over, but the flood of joy at simply living, at being himself, was overwhelming. (Had he ever really, truly loved himself this much?)

_

Aug- link

Fear and anger and boiling ancient magic bubbled inside her until they burst, swelling inside of her belly before riding up her throat. Stella coughed up a single feather as deep red as the back of a blasted skull. A moment later, droplets of her own navy blood splashed on top of it. Then… the flood.

Feathers choked out of her, smothering as they poured out fast enough to bury her form entirely with red and black and red and red and red as she clawed at the floor. Sticky and searing, her head split in two and also into a dozen pieces while they melted to her skin, sinking through her clothes even as something erupted from her back. It burned as it tore through the bone and muscle with a scream that not even the endless feathers could muffle. Her breath twisted inside her lungs as the growths on her head and back unfurled, fresh flesh still sore enough that it hurt to twitch. She could see everything cracked and shattered and from different angles as she slowly, shakily rose, fingers twitching as her claws extended at a thought even as they bled from the base.

_

Sep- link

Wisps of that same contentment as before trailed up his nerves, along with a tiny and muffled warbling coo. It wasn’t nearly as strong this time, but it had started the exact moment he’d started rubbing his stomach, so it had to be the kid saying ‘hi’ in the only way that she could short of bruising the inside of his skin by going for the boxing championship. It was a cheaper high than coke, at least, and a soft smile spread across his face at both the sound and their shared sense of serenity.

_

Oct- link

Blitzo’s eyes were blown wide, tail curling around his legs as he watched Stolas’s expression shift from confident to flustered. This was just like Kat and the Envy imp, he knew how this should end, but his racing heart at the thought of being captive was only equaled by the flames pooling between his legs at the thought of being wanted that much. “Shit, could have fooled me, but let’s put a pin in that one, alright?” 

_

Nov- link

It had been sleeping when he left.

It was fine.

It was fine.

He was going to get out of here.

He was going to get out, and it would be fine, and Barbie would drag him to a nearby bar and scrub him clean of the sweat and dirt and cum and then she’d cake him in makeup to cover the bags under his eyes and things would go back to normal, and it would be fine, and someday they would be able to laugh about this like the time in Lust they’d had to-

It was fine.

_

Dec- link

“Incorrectomundo.” He pointed the tip of the marker at her. “I have changed my mind exactly once. I thought Stolas was taking the kid, then I felt like shit about the thought I’d have to do it, and now I don’t because I want her. Any other existential crises that happened between those points are none of your legal business, missy and mister.”

“Crises?” Moxxie raised an eyebrow, and Blitzo mimed a zipped lip.

“Like I said. None of your beezlewax. I’m keeping the kid and I will find a way to not have her fuck with business. My personal life is my problem.”

[kharti]

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To the Gentlemen of the Revenge

You are cordially invited to Madame Raupert’s gala on the Selene.

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To the Gentlemen of the Revenge

You are cordially invited to Madame Raupert’s gala on the Selene.

Drinks, food, dancing. Formal wear required.

Stede and Ed read the invitation over two more times before setting it on the desk and looking at one another.

“It has t’be a trap,” Ed said.

Stede shrugged and tried to smile in spite of his own reservations. “It could also be a sincere invitation. And you do so enjoy a nice party.”

“I like crashin’ them. Don’t know ‘bout this formal invitation business.”

“And after all, who invites bounty hunters to a gala,” Stede muttered, running a hand over the hint of a moustache growing along his upper lip.

There was a long moment of silence as the two pondered the piece of paper, until Ed threw his hands in the air.

“Fuck it! Let’s go, and if anythin’ goes wrong, we set the ship on fire.”

“A fairly foolproof plan,” Stede said with a quiet laugh. “I was hoping you might agree. I enjoy seeing you dressed up.”

Ed gave a little waggle of his eyebrows. “All y’have to do is ask, Lamb, an’ I’ll dress up fer you any time.”

“I know, I know, but it’s more fun this way.” Stede stepped in toward him, tilting his head and looking up into his eyes. “I get to show you off.”

Ed rumbled something like a purr in his chest as he cupped Stede’s face in both palms, kissing him softly and leisurely. Then he pulled away with a frenetic energy and went over to the lever for the not-so-secret wardrobe, grinning wildly. “What’re you gonna wear?”

“I was thinking my turquoise suit. With the lace.” Stede smiled from the doorway while he watched Ed rifle through the hanging clothes. “I always enjoy seeing you in purple or red.”

“Purple or red,” Ed repeated in a quiet mutter, grabbing a suit in one hand and another in the other. He went over to the full-length mirror so he could hold each one up, alternating between them both with indecision in the furrow of his brow.

“We could do your hair up in ribbons, if you’d like.” Stede’s face lit up with excitement. “Oh, you’d look dashing with some ring curls and ribbons!”

“Ring curls?” Ed finally looked away from his reflection to stare at him.

Stede tried to mime the tight coil with a swirl of his fingertip. “They’re—well, why don’t you let me put one in and you can decide then?”

Ed nodded and went back to his suits before finally putting the purple one back in favor of a deep burgundy frock.

“First,” Stede said, making his way out of the closet, “we’ll need to get your hair damp, and then detangle it… I’ll get the conditioner and comb!”

In no time at all, they had one lock of hair tied up in a tight knot, Stede explaining each step while he took utmost care with Ed’s hair.

“How do y’know all this?” Ed asked, looking at the little bun knot in the hand mirror. “Never seen y’do this on yer own hair.”

“Oh.” Stede hesitated, then answered quietly, “For a while, it was how I tried to bond with my daughter. But she didn’t care for it the way I wanted.”

Ed didn’t say anything, just looked at him through their reflections in the mirror.

“Which is fine, of course! She preferred her mother’s hair ministrations to my own. All she wanted from me was to leave her alone.” He sighed, shook his head, and set the comb down on the side table. “I really was a poor excuse of a father.”

“Well, if it makes y’feel better, there’s much worse fathers out there.”

Stede paused before he broke into a quiet laugh. “I suppose that is true. In a way, to do think leaving them ultimately was the best decision. Mary, at least, has found a much happier life in my absence.” He leaned down to kiss Ed’s cheek. “And I’ve found my happiness, too.”

“Mm.” Ed leaned into the press of lips, turning his head to catch them with his own. “Come on, then. Show me these ring curls.”

“Ah, yes! Well, these won’t last very long, as they prefer to sit overnight to really set in, but you’ll see what I mean.” Carefully, he undid the knot and let the hair unwind itself into a tight coil of a curl. “See?”

Ed reached up to toy with it, pulling on it and watching it spring back into place. Then, slowly, he grinned. “Hell yeah.”

“Yes?” Stede smiled brightly. “You like it?”

“Love it.” He gestured at the whole of his head. “Come on, then. I want t’see it all like that.”

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[kittypets-read-the-series]

B1 C 9: Learning the Herbs: Featuring Livy

“I’d go and see to Yellowfang, … She was still lying beside the Highrock. Graypaw was right; she was glaring at him.

“She better leave him alone!” Nutmeg meowed. “He’s just doing what his mentor and leader told him to do!”

“Well, here goes,” … [Graypaw] “Call out if you need a hand. If she looks like she’s going to have you, I’ll sneak up behind her and whack her on the head with a stiff rabbit.”

Tommy snorted with laughter. “That’s one way of stopping her!”

Firepaw purred with amusement and trotted off toward Yellowfang. His cheerfulness quickly evaporated as he neared the injured queen.

“That’s not a good sign.” Ruby meowed.

The old cat was clearly in a terrible mood. She hissed a warning and showed her teeth. “Stop right there, kittypet!”

“Here we go…” Hattie muttered.

Firepaw sighed. … “You are a kittypet, though, aren’t you?” Yellowfang wheezed.

The watching cats all sighed, resigned to the fate of listening to the idiocy of anti-kittypets.

She’s tired too, … “Your mother a kittypet? Your father a kittypet?”

Nutmeg and Jake exchanged sad looks. Yes, the life of a kittypet was easy, but it was also safe. Nutmeg knew of Jake’s escapades into the woods, and they both agreed that their kits should stay in Twolegplace, even though they may not get to see them often. Though, Nutmeg thought drily. That didn’t stop Firepaw.

“Yes, they were.” … He certainly didn’t have to answer to this foul-tempered prisoner.

“Too right!” Luna agreed.

Yellowfang seemed to take his silence as an invitation to go on. 

“Here we go again…” Nami muttered.

“Kittypet blood is not the same as warrior blood. Why don’t you run home to your Twolegs now instead of looking after me? It’s humiliating, being fussed over by a lowborn cat like you!”

Princess winced. Firestar would not take to that well. Not at all.

Firepaw’s patience ran out. … “You’re just going to have to get used to being cared for until you are well enough to look after yourself, you spiteful old bone bag!”

If cats could whistle, Tommy would be doing so at this moment. “Little brother just got feisty!”

He stopped as Yellowfang … Was she having some kind of a fit?

Livy and Taylor stared at each other, just as confused.

“Look, I didn’t mean...” he began, before he suddenly realized that she was laughing!

“What the…” Smudge said.

“Mr-ow, ow-ow,” she mewled, a purr rumbling up from deep inside her chest. Firepaw didn’t know what to do.

“You and me both, bro,” Filou meowed, staring at Yellowfang on screen in utter confusion. “You and me both.”

“You have spirit, kittypet,” … The pain is killing me!”

“Well...that was an abrupt mood swing.” Nutmeg meowed, bewildered.

Stunned by her change of mood, … As usual, she looked bright-eyed and friendly, her dappled coat gleaming with a hundred shades of amber and brown.

Tommy sniggered and opened his mouth to declare Firepaw’s crush once more, but was stopped by Luna slamming his face into the dirt. “Pah!” he spat. “Luna!”

“It’s what you deserve!”

Firepaw shyly mewed a greeting, … “I’ll fetch some marigold leaves too. … it’ll keep off any infection. Wait here.”

“Marigold for infections?” Livy asked, interested. “I never knew that.” Livy lived in a Twoleg nest with a housefolk who was a vet for Twolegs, and she knew a few of the materials that her housefolk used. The idea of medicine had always fascinated her, and learning about clan medicine appealed to her immensely.

“Thanks,” … go easy on the poppy seeds. I don’t want her to deaden the pain entirely. A little pain can be useful, as it will help me judge how well she is healing.”

Livy nodded, mentally noting to herself the uses of poppy seeds.

Firepaw nodded … He turned his head and looked at Tigerclaw curiously. The warrior narrowed his eyes and looked away.

Princess narrowed her own eyes. Why was Tigerstar paying such close attention to Firestar? At this time, he doesn’t even know about his crimes...so why all this attention?

Firepaw dropped … “Wake up,” Firepaw mewed. “Or you’ll be late for training.”

“Ah, waking others up is such fun!” Zach meowed. Taylor glared at him.

“For you maybe!”

Graypaw lifted his head … The black cat opened his eyes immediately and leaped to his feet. “What is it?” he mewed, looking around wildly.

“Woah!” Oliver exclaimed. “Easy there!”

“Calm down, Ravenpaw. … Then he flipped over onto his side, and looked across the clearing to see if Yellowfang was awake yet.

“He’s taking his responsibilities seriously,” Crystal voiced approvenly. “That’s good.” Princess agreed. Firestar had always paid close attention to his duties, but also to what he believed was right. That’s what made him such a great cat and leader.

She had been given … out of hearing of the elders, but in full view of the warriors’ den across the clearing. 

“Strategic planning.” Oliver observed.

Firepaw could just see … [Dustpaw] “I bet you wish you were out training with us.” … He [Firepaw] wasn’t going to let himself get annoyed by Dustpaw’s taunts.

“Good thinking!” Cody meowed.

“Don’t worry, Firepaw,” … “Perhaps she thinks a kittypet is better off staying in camp, tending to the sick,” mewed Sandpaw rudely, tossing her sleek ginger head and throwing him a scornful look.

“Did Firepaw just describe Sandpaw as sleek?” Luna muttered to Princess. The brown tabby’s whiskers twitched.

“Perhaps.” she replied, fighting back her amusement. Luna looked disgruntled.

Firepaw decided to ignore … Coming, Ravenpaw? Tigerclaw must have something planned for you.” Ravenpaw sighed and nodded, … they trotted out of the camp.

“I wonder what’s the matter with Ravenpaw,” Hattie meowed. “He seems to be...I don’t know…”

“Unenthusiastic?” Smudge supplied. Hattie nodded.

“Yeah, unenthusiastic.”

Even though his injury was completely healed, … “The base of my tail itches like fury, but I can’t reach it. Give it a wash, will you?”

“Yech!” Tommy and Ruby meowed in unison.

With an inward shudder, Firepaw crouched down and set to work. As he cracked the plump fleas between his teeth, he noticed a gang of small kits tumbling in the dusty earth nearby. 

“Aw…” Nutmeg meowed.

They were mauling each other … To his surprise, Firepaw felt her spine stiffen beneath his teeth.

The watching cats looked confused at this.

He listened for a moment … “Stay away from me, you scrap of fur!” she hissed.

“Woah,” Crystal meowed, sitting up. “Take it easy! He didn’t mean to do that!”

The tabby kit took one look…  “Don’t you know medicine cats don’t have kits?” hissed Yellowfang furiously.

“Medicine cats can’t have kits?” Hattie meowed, surprised. “Why not?” Princess tipped her head.

“Not completely sure,” she meowed. “I think it’s because the first clans were concerned that they would treat their kin before any other.” Tommy sighed.

“Looks like Firepaw’s crush won’t ever happen then.” he meowed. “She’s a medicine cat.”

“True,” Princess meowed. “But he does have a mate now.”

“Who is it?” Nutmeg asked, ears pricked.

“You’ll see.” Princess meowed, eyes amused at the frustrated looks she got.

“But I heard you were… “accidents seem to happen to kits when I’m around them.”

Nutmeg tilted her head. “I wonder what she means by that.” she murmured.

Her orange eyes clouded with emotion. … Ask Spottedleaf for a little mouse bile to rub on them. A splash of that in their breathing holes and they’ll soon loosen their grip.”

“Mouse bile?” Livy echoed, bewildered. “What’s that?” Princess rested her tail on her daughter’s shoulder and stared into her eyes, serious.

“You don’t want to know.” she meowed. “Firepaw had Cloudtail collect some bile once when he got into trouble. It’s the worst apprentice punishment one can get.” Livy nodded, eyes wide.

“I’ll get some now!” Firepaw offered. He was glad of a chance to get away from the grumpy cat for a while. And it was certainly no hardship to go and see Spottedleaf again.

Tommy opened his mouth, paused, then shook his head. “Too easy.” he muttered.

He walked toward the fern tunnel. … If ShadowClan made a move on their territory, ThunderClan would shelter inside the camp. They would not let themselves be driven from their hunting grounds as easily as WindClan had been.

“That’s good,” Taylor said. “They should be able to defend themselves since they’re prepared.”

Darkstripe, Longtail, Willowpelt, and Dustpaw were waiting … Firepaw met her gaze for a moment, then looked away, an uncomfortable feeling prickling his fur. Spottedleaf turned her attention back to the herbs.

“He does have a crush on her!” Tommy bursted out.

“Obviously.” Luna meowed.

Crystal frowned, fur rising slightly at just how long the tortoiseshell medicine cat had met her grandson’s eyes.

Firepaw waited, happy to sit quietly and watch her at work. … She passed it to Firepaw. He tasted her warm, sweet breath as he took the bark strip between his teeth.

“Don’t. Say. Anything.” Luna threatened. Tommy stared at her, then shrugged.

“Alright,” he meowed. “I do prefer being alive.”

“The moss is soaked in bile,” Spottedleaf explained. “Don’t get any in your mouth, or you’ll have a foul taste for days. Press it onto the ticks and then wash your paws—in a stream, not with your tongue!” 

Livy paid close attention to Spottedleaf’s words, determined to learn as much as she could.

Firepaw nodded … “Then you can go and do whatever it is you apprentices do,” she murmured.

“Freedom!” Filou yowled.

When Firepaw had cleared away Yellowfang’s dirt, … “Yes, Halftail,” Firepaw replied.

“You know,” Crystal meowed. “Firepaw’s been doing nothing but hunting for training. At least as far as we know. He hasn’t had any battle training yet.” Nutmeg nodded.

“That’s true,” she meowed. As much as she didn’t like fighting, she knew that Firepaw would need to learn how to defend himself, his friends, and his clan. And since ShadowClan seemed to be posing a threat at this moment...Firepaw would need to learn fast.

He made his way out of the camp … “What are you doing in there?” Graypaw and Ravenpaw were standing looking at him as if he were mad.

“Water isn’t that bad!” Luna protested. Filou gave her a weird look.

“Uh, yes it is!” he disagreed. “It’s horrible.” 

“Mouse bile.” … “And we’ve still got the rest of the afternoon to hunt. … ” “You bet!” Firepaw purred. He gave himself a final shake, then bounded into the undergrowth after his friends.

“It’s great that he still gets to spend time with his friends.” Nutmeg meowed to Jake.

“Friendship is a great thing.” her mate meowed.

Firepaw could tell that the cats back at camp were impressed … “Well done, you three,” meowed Lionheart. … And take some of it back to your den with you. You deserve a feast!”

Jake puffed up, smug, that his son (and his friends) were getting praised for their good work.

The three apprentices flicked their tails with delight. “I hope you’ve not been neglecting Yellowfang with all this hunting, Firepaw,” Tigerclaw growled warningly.

“Oh, go stick your head into a beehive won’t you?” Crystal growled. “Maybe a few stings will knock that pride down a few notches!”

Firepaw shook his head impatiently, eager to get away. … He had obeyed the warrior code this time and not eaten a morsel while he was hunting for the Clan. Nor had Graypaw or Ravenpaw.

“Good,” Nutmeg said. “He’s learnt his lesson.”

They trotted away … “Where are Dustpaw and Sandpaw?” asked Ravenpaw. “They must still be out on patrol,” Firepaw guessed. “Good,” meowed Graypaw. “Peace and quiet.”

“Hear hear!” Luna meowed.

They ate their fill and lay back to wash. … “Hey! Guess what!” mewed Graypaw suddenly. “Ravenpaw managed to squeeze a compliment out of old Tigerclaw this morning!”

Tommy gasped. “Is the world ending?!?!”

“Really?” Firepaw gasped. “What on earth did you do to please Tigerclaw—fly?”

“Doubtful,” Ruby meowed. “I don’t think we’ll ever be able to fly.”

“Well,” Ravenpaw began shyly, looking at his paws, “I caught a crow.”

“Close enough to flying for me!” Zach meowed.

“How’d you manage that?” Firepaw mewed, impressed. “It was an old one,” Ravenpaw admitted modestly. “But it was huge,” [Graypaw] … Tigerclaw couldn’t find fault with that! … a bad mood since Bluestar took you on as her apprentice.” 

“Jealous, perhaps?” Hattie meowed thoughtfully. “That Firepaw’s getting a lot of attention?”

“That’s a possible reason.” Smudge meowed.

He licked his paw thoughtfully for a moment. “Hang on, make that since Lionheart was made deputy.”

“Oh…” Hattie realized. “It’s because he wanted to be deputy…”

“He’s just worried about ShadowClan, and the extra patrols,” mewed Ravenpaw, hastily. “You should try not to annoy him.” … [Firepaw] “I forgot to take Yellowfang her share!”

“Oof, better get that done then!” Cody meowed.

“You wait here,” mewed Graypaw, leaping up. … [Firepaw] “This is my punishment, not yours.” … [Graypaw] “They’re all busy eating. You know me: quiet as a mouse, quick as a fish. Wait here.”

“Quiet?” Luna asked, amused. “Anyone remember the lopsided badger?”

Firepaw sat down again, unable to hide his relief. … Quickly, he began to pad across the clearing toward Yellowfang.

“Almost there...almost there…” Tommy chanted.

“...it’s gonna go wrong.” Socks meowed.

“Stop, Graypaw!” … Tigerclaw strode out and marched over to Graypaw. “Where are you taking those mice?” he demanded.

“Oh, no.” Tommy meowed.

“Knew it.”

With a sinking feeling in his stomach, … “I, er, I was just feeling hungry. I was going to take them off and eat them by myself. If I let that pair get a look in”—he glanced at Firepaw and Ravenpaw—“they’ll leave me with nothing but bones and fur.”

“Good recovery!” Taylor meowed.

“Oh, really?” mewed Tigerclaw. “Well, if you’re so hungry, you might as well eat them here and now!”

Taylor paused. “Or maybe not…”

“But—” Graypaw began, … Firepaw thought he’d never manage to swallow it, and his own stomach clenched in sympathy, but eventually Graypaw gave a final, difficult gulp and the last bit of mouse disappeared.

“At least he managed it,” Oliver meowed sympathetically. “Though, he’s probably gonna have a stomachache now.”

“Better now?” asked Tigerclaw, … Firepaw sighed and got to his paws. He would make sure he took her enough to see her through the night. … his paws were tired.

“Good idea.” Hattie meowed.

“Are you okay, Graypaw?” … “Mrr-ow-ow,” moaned Graypaw. He was hunched into a low crouch, squinting with pain. “I’ve eaten too much!”

Oliver winced.

“Go and see Spottedleaf,” Firepaw suggested. … Firepaw wanted to watch him go, until another angry yowl from Yellowfang sent him sprinting across the clearing.

“Well, that was interesting.” Crystal meowed.

[luminnara]

Breeding | alpha!bakugou x omega!reader 18+ ONLY

Summary: deep down, all katsuki wants is to be a father. He’ll never admit it, though.

Just a short lil somethin somethin I wanted to get out of my system!

18+ ONLY AND I MEAN IT

Warnings: smut, pregnancy, knotting, a/b/o, heat/rut

Your heats were always strong enough to kick Katsuki into a rut the second he smelled the change in your pheromones.

You had stopped taking any kind of heat suppressants when you met him, partially because you hated that they tended to make you nauseous and partially because he got grumpy whenever you brought them up. It hurt his ego a little, you figured; after all, Katsuki was about as alpha as they came, with ruts that were so wild and explosive they were practically legendary. He was a big, tough, desirable alpha, the number two pro hero, and despite what seemed like an entire fan base of omegas throwing themselves at his feet, he had chosen you.

You weren’t a hero, or even a sidekick. Your quirk didn’t really lend itself to big, valiant acts of heroism, so you had just foregone that route and chosen a much different career for yourself instead:

Fashion.

That’s actually how you had met Katsuki. You worked for his mother as an assistant, listening to her go on and on about her pro-hero son every day. At first, you just nodded and smiled, going along with whatever your boss said, but as time passed, you started to get...almost invested. You looked forward to listening to her gush about him, and whenever she managed to convince him (against his will, apparently) to grab lunch with her, she would come back carrying faint, lingering scents of campfire and marshmallows, and as time passed, she began to notice the way you tried to drink it in. 

Then, one thing led to another, and Mitsuki was introducing the two of you. The rest was history. 

Now, you had been a mated pair for quite some time, living together in a nice penthouse thanks to Katsuki’s hefty checks from his hero work. You spent most of your free time together, frequently hosting friends and enjoying their company. You had grown used to the boisterous pros your alpha hung out with, and you enjoyed having the likes of Kirishima and Kaminari around. 

Except when you were in heat, of course, and Katsuki made sure that you were completely hidden from the world, that you were his and his alone. He was possessive under normal circumstances, but with a mating cycle involved? Oh, he was incessant. 

“Who d’you belong to, baby?” he cooed in your ear as he rubbed himself against your slick entrance. 

“Y-you, alpha,” you breathed out, voice hitching. Sweat was plastering your hair to your face, your skin feverish as you whined and begged for him. 

You’d been like that all day. You had known your heat was coming up, of course, but not just because of the usual symptoms like nesting and cramps; no, you always knew exactly when you were due to begin thanks to Katsuki. He was better at keeping track than you were, going so far as to mark it on the calendar so he’d know when to take time off from hero work. 

At first, you’d told him it was fine. He didn’t need to stay so on top of things, and he definitely didn’t need to push his work aside for you. But Katsuki wouldn’t even entertain the thought of leaving you home alone to deal with your heats, and ever since you had first gotten together, he spent every single one taking care of you. He’d fuck you senseless, of course, but he also loved bringing you food and water, determined to keep you from accidentally starving yourself, and he always helped you bathe when you eventually got tired enough to take a break from his dick. 

It was incredibly domestic of him, and you were grateful to have such an attentive alpha around...because, after all, when you were in heat, there was really only one thing you could think about. 

“Alpha,” you whined, gripping the sheets. “P-please, alpha, please...”

“Want my cock?” he teased, nudging the head inside. You were dripping wet, slick running down your thighs, and as he felt how hot your pussy was, he let out a low groan. “Fuck, kitten, not gonna last long in you...”

“D-Don’t care,” you moaned, desperate to feel him stretching you. “J-Just want your cock, alpha, please...”

Well, who was he to deny you, especially when you asked so sweetly?

He rolled his hips forward, pushing into your hot core and immediately moaning. “Fuck...”

You took him so well. You always did. It was like you were made for him. 

As he thrusted in and out of you, Katsuki lowered his head, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. Taking you from behind was his favorite way to fuck, but if he kept looking at the way your ass bounced when he pounded into you, he knew he would lose it. He wanted to make you cum at least a couple times before he filled you up, but at the rate things were going, that wasn’t going to take very long. 

Whenever you were in heat, orgasms seemed to wash over you whenever your alpha was fucking you. Just the feeling of his cock ramming into you was enough to have you crying his name, more slick gushing down your thighs. There was nothing you loved more than the feeling of your alpha, and Katsuki was a very, very good alpha. 

“That’s it,” he said, breath hot against your skin. “Gimme another, baby, cum on this cock...”

He reached down, his calloused fingers finding your clit. The moment he touched it, you let out a loud whine, your pussy squeezing around him desperately. 

It was going to drive him mad. 

“T-Tell Alpha what you want,” he managed to choke out, trying to focus. 

“Fill me up,” you moaned, clawing at the sheets. “Breed me, please...want your pups...”

The thought was just too much. Katsuki lost himself, grabbing your hips roughly as his knot began to swell. Picturing you growing round with his pups, your tits heavy with milk...fuck, he just wanted to fill you up over and over again and never let you go.

So that’s what he did. 

A few weeks later, you were pacing around the apartment, nervous as all hell as you chewed your nails. It was a bad habit you had been trying to kick, but right now, you didn’t care; Katsuki would be getting home any minute, and you weren’t sure if you were petrified or ecstatic to tell him the news. 

When you heard the door open and his scent came wafting in, you nearly jumped out of your skin. 

“Hey, babe,” your mate called lazily, kicking the door shut like always before shucking his boots off. 

“H-Hey,” you squeaked, standing in the kitchen doorway. 

At the sound of your tiny voice, he froze, nostrils flaring as he took in your anxious scent. “What’s wrong?”

“I...uh....” you gulped, looking at the floor. You were too scared to make eye contact, even with the man you loved so much. 

“Babe?” he asked, approaching you. His normally rough voice was softer now, red eyes full of concern. 

“Remember my last heat?” you asked, daring to glance up at him. Fuck, he was so big...you were starting to understand why other alphas were so scared of him. 

“Course.” he chuckled. “How could I forget? You were so fuckin’ wet, baby...”

“Y-yeah, well...um...” you turned, heading for the kitchen counter. You didn’t know how to use your words anymore. Maybe showing him would be easier. 

Katsuki followed at your heels, reaching for your wrist. He managed to catch you, but not before you grabbed something and spun back around to face him, the item hidden behind your back. 

“You have to promise not to be mad.” you said, voice wavering slightly. 

“I’m never mad at you, babe.” he growled. “But you’d better fuckin’ show me what you’re hiding.”

Nodding quickly, you squeezed your eyes shut and held your hand out towards him. 

When you didn’t hear anything, you peeked up at him. 

He was staring, his eyes wide. His gaze was focused on the pregnancy test in your hand, chest rising and falling with every breath. 

You immediately panicked. 

“I-I’m sorry!” you blurted, backing up until you hit the counter. “I-I didn’t expect this to happen, it never has before, I don’t know what--”

“Omega.” he interrupted, chest vibrating with a loud purr. “Is that test positive?”

You nodded, tears springing to your eyes. 

Then, the widest smile you’d ever seen lit up his face, and he was sweeping you off your feet. 

“You’re pregnant?” he asked, spinning you around. 

“Y-yes,” you answered, chest still tight with anxiety. 

“Finally.” he set you back down on your feet, his arms still tight around you. “Been waitin’ so long...”

“Wh-what?” you asked, wiping at your tears. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” he scoffed. “Why the fuck would I be mad? I’ve always wanted pups with you. Just didn’t know if you were ready or not.”

“Oh.” you let out a laugh as your chest finally loosened up a bit. “I guess I am...”

“Hey.” he leaned his forehead against yours, that purr still rumbling in his chest. “I’m gonna take care of you. You’re mine forever, ‘n don’t you fuckin’ forget that.”

[from-a-reckless-writer]

iv. couch.

read on ao3

To Lena: r u busy??? U didnt answer my calls. Dinner later?

To Lena: my place.

To Lena: Or yours! Can totally go to urs. If u want.

To Lena: Lena????

To Lena: where are u??

To Lena: Answer my calls

To Lena: Pls?

Kara rounds the corner of her hallway, keys bitten, dangling from her lips, as she types with both hands. Her 67th text message of the day to an MIA Lena Luthor sent. She fails to notice the creature lurking around the front of her door; dark fur shining under the cheap LED lights of Kara’s corridor.

She’s still deeply absorbed in her phone with worry, in the middle of jamming her keys in with one hand, when something furry brushes against her legs and Kara yelps.

She pulls the knob clean out of the wood in shock, her phone dropping to the floor loudly, the cat doing a duet with her with a startled yowl of her own.

Heart hammering and adrenaline racing, Kara looks down and sees the cat for the first time.

“Oh! Oh!” she gasps, “I didn’t see you there, buddy. I’m sorry for startling you!! I didn’t mean it.”

The door knob clatters loudly to the ground as it falls out of her grasp. And Kara sheepishly feels guilty for the hole in her door. But the cat meows loudly, catching her attention, as if in response to her apology.

She crouches down low, and reaches out a hand to touch the furball. She snaps a quick pic, sends it to Lena and pockets her phone.

To Lena: KITTY!!

“Oh, oh come here,” she coos, “where’s your collar? How’d you get here huh?”

The cat reminds her of Streaky. The first stray who ever took to her kindly. Although upon closer inspection, Kara realizes this one has striking emeralds for eyes, Streaky’s eyes were a more softer blue.

The cat surprisingly seems friendly, immediately leaning into Kara’s touch. Nosing at the inside of Kara’s wrist and it’s such a familiar gesture but she can’t seem to remember why.

And...oh, a small rumbling echoes through Kara’s palm!

Oh, they’re purring!

Kara doesn’t know how long she stays there crouched low exactly, but eventually, she stands up, takes her hand away, and picks up the damaged doorknob.

“Well, time for you to go home now, buddy,” she tells them, giving their head one last pat before dusting off her hands on her jacket.

“Go on, shooo. Shoo. Go home. I’m sure your human is looking for you.”

But the cat remains unmoving. It looks like they’ve decided to sit firmly in front of Kara’s doorstep, casually licking a paw, as if waiting for Kara to open her door.

“Are you actually waiting for me to open my door?” Kara makes a mental note to thank Rao that none of her neighbors can see her trying to hold a proper conversation with a cat.

“Look, kitty,” she says firmly, “I’m not your human.”

The cat just blinks owlishly at her. Eyes too green, too intelligent and-

Kara makes up her mind.

She turns her face skywards, takes a deep breath (This will probably backfire, she already knows. But she's always had a soft spot for strays.) and then she pushes her door wide open.

The cat races inside, cutting through Kara’s legs and almost tripping her.

“Well, somebody’s excited,” Kara mutters under her breath, she watches the cat head for her living room couch; watches as they pause all of a sudden, changes course and jumps onto Kara’s coffee table instead.

Where the cat then proceeds to knock down everything in close vicinity, even the picture frame of her and Lena together.

“Hey! No! Bad kitty-”

But the cat is already hopping down from her pedestal, landing on the frame directly.

And then things get weird.

The cat proceeds to stomp all over it, meows loud, like really loud; insanely loud for a cat their size.

Her paw seems to be almost pointing? At the other person in the frame.

“I-” Kara seems taken aback by the bizarre behavior, sure she knows cats are vastly different from dogs, but this…

This is just weird.

The cat’s meowing only seems to get louder.

How you land yourselves in these situations, Kara. I really just don’t know, at this point. She can almost hear Alex say.

“What are you- Are you- are you pointing? That’s- That’s Lena, yeah. That’s my best friend.”

At that, the cat seems to vibrate. They start clawing at Kara’s pant leg, meowing and meowing and meowing—

And then it hits her.

"-but it turns out that she’s a witch. And apparently, so am I."

The green, green eyes.

A pink nose nuzzling against her wrist.

“Lena?”

******

“Oh, Rao! Lena you’re a cat! What happened?! Oh, no, baby what did you do?”

Lena-

Lena The Cat—and okay, so she’s still wrapping her head around that one—just stays silent. She’s sitting on her lap, looking regal than any cat has any right to be. A judgmental look in her eyes.

Lena’s a cat. Cat’s can’t speak. Can’t answer Kara’s questions.

“Right. Sorry. Only meow,” Kara murmurs, embarrassed. For some reason even in cat form Lena manages to be intimidating.

“Okay so, uh d-does that mean you still understand me? Two meows for yes. One meow for no.”

Kara gets two meows.

“Okay, cool, cool. Great. You can still understand me, that's good.” Kara runs a hand down her spine, “Gosh, your fur is just so soft.”

She hears Lena give a small growl, body tensing, “Right. Right. Sorry. Not the time for pets.” Kara retracts her hand away.

“Uhm, so next question then, I guess? D-did you become a cat this morning? Were you testing out your uhm...gift?”

Lena meows twice. Kara nods, clenching and unclenching her fist underneath her chin. Fingers itching to run themselves through Lena’s soft fur again. Lena seems to sense this, and nuzzles her face into Kara’s hand, bumps against her repeatedly.

“Really?” Kara double-checks, giddy. If she were human Kara bets Lena would be rolling her eyes like she always does when Kara does something particularly dorky, but she just pushes her head firmer against Kara’s hand and meows twice.

“So uhm,” she starts, cautiously, noting Lena’s increasing purr, “is there like a spellbook for this or something? Something that can help you transform back?

Lena meows yes.

“Is it in The Tower or back at your place?”

There are no responses.

“Sorry, sorry lemme rephrase, is it in The Tower?”

She gets two consecutive meows.

Okay, to The Tower it is.

******

“Are you going to tell me why you’re cradling a cat in your cape or??” Alex raises a brow at her, a hand on her hip, left foot tapping impatiently. Her sister was heading out for the day, it looks like. It was just tough luck that Supergirl landed one minute before the elevator took Alex.

Crap. Now they have to explain. They didn’t talk about this. Lena still hasn’t told her if it was okay to tell people about her gift.

“I-I rescued it,” Kara says.

Well, that isn’t so far from the truth, right? She stares at the bundle in her arms, Lena the traitor staying silent all the while—green eyes shining all innocent at Kara.

Alex’s stares intensifies.

“From a tree,” Kara flounders, and Lena The Cat has the audacity to yawn, squirm and jump away from her arms. She lands gracefully, tail swishing up in the air and heads straight for the lab.

Alex eyes the cat suspiciously before turning back to Kara. She jabs a finger to her chest. “It better not have any fleas. It better not touch my training mat.”

“She won’t.”

Alex just shakes her head, rolls her eyes, grabs her helmet and walks to the elevator.

Before she goes though, Alex says, “You know, this is gonna sound weird, but I swear I think I saw that same cat slinking out of The Tower earlier this morning.”

“Alex, she’s literally a black cat. There are hundreds of black cats in the city.”

“You're being weirdly defensive about this. Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not.”

Alex seems like she wants to say more, but the elevator dings, and she’s never been more grateful that Kelly makes Alex pick her up from work. Alex huffs out breath, before conceding and disappearing into the lift.

******

The camera flash is what gets Kara busted.

But is it really her fault if she walked in on a cute kitty, hunched over, meowing adorably, trying to flip over the pages of a thick spellbook, with her teeny-tiny bean paws?

Lena hisses at her, teeth-bared and fur puffy.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But you were just really, really, really cute okay?” She walks closer to the desk, carefully lifts a hand and scratches Lena behind the ear.

The hissing slowly devolves into purring, and Kara grins triumphantly. Lena lets herself be picked up after a few moments, Kara leafing through the pages for her.

“So, found anything yet?” She asks, cradling Lena close to her chest. A warm weight on Kara’s arms, and as much as she wants to get her real Lena back, she also isn’t too eager on giving up this version anytime soon. Then again, Kara thinks, it would be impossible for her to give up any version of Lena Luthor.

“Spell? Charm? Anything? Do you need to make a potion? Are we gonna get to make a potion? Oh, oh do you need a wand? Do you have a wa-”

Kara’s words get muffled as two black paws press against her lips. Lena’s green eyes narrowing at her. She meows at Kara. Loudly.

“Mkay, mkay. Shut up. Got it.”

Lena removes her paws, and Kara makes a gesture of zipping her lips together. This seems to appease Lena enough because the next second, a pink tongue darts out and she...licks Kara's nose.

“Did you- did you just lick me?” Kara gasps out.

Lena doesn’t even acknowledge her with a meow, just turns away and jumps out of her arms again. Before Kara can do anything about it though, her phone rings.

The screen lighting up with Andrea’s name.

“Danvers, I’ve got a story for you.”

******

“Alex, please, I’ll be quick. I promise. I’ll only be three hours at the most. Please just look after her,” she pleads, pouting and puppy eyes in full power.

It also helps that the cat burrito in her cape looks to be cooperating. Lena The Cat staring at Alex with wide round eyes.

Apparently, some governor was found dead downtown, and now Andrea wants her on the scene. She can’t just leave Lena all alone in The Tower. No matter how hard Lena’s been protesting, this is brand new territory for both of them. Nobody knows the extent of Lena’s powers.

Point is, Kara would feel a lot better if she were to leave Lena under the care of someone she trusts. Even if said someone, accuses Lena of being a stray with fleas. It's still better than leaving Lena all on her own.

“Ugh.” Alex groans and Kara knows she’s won. “If this cat causes trouble I will throw it out the window, Kara.”

“No!” Kara yells, distressed. “Don’t do that. She’ll behave. She promises.”

She puts her hand under Lena’s arms and raises her up to eye level—Simba style. “You promise to be good for Alex, don’t you?”

All she gets is a lot of squirming and screaming, there were also a lot of attempts at scratching Kara’s nose.

“See?” Kara says, chuckling nervously. “She’s telling you she’s good.”

Alex looks skeptical, her arms crossed against her chest.

Kara sets her down on the couch, and crouches down low.

She tries to pet her head, but Lena bites at her finger, she catches her teeth on the skin of her supersuit’s thumb slot. She bites deeper, her teeth accomplishing nothing but a few dents.

And oh, Rao she thinks she’s such a feral little cat but her pink adorable gummy snarl says otherwise.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be back. I promise,” she whispers, careful not to let Alex hear. “And then we’ll figure it out later, okay? The safest place for you right now is to be with Alex.”

She really doesn’t want to go, and based on Lena’s protests she doesn’t want Kara to go either. But well, Andrea had finally threatened to fire her if she disobeyed...which is...fair.

She’s aware she’s been doing a less than stellar job at being a journalist lately. Rao, what an understatement. This is basically her make it or break it.

“Look, I’ll be quick, promise. Be good to Alex,” Kara murmurs. She presses a kiss on Lena’s furry forehead. Lena finally unclenches her jaw and lets Kara go. The little whine she lets out, letting Kara know that she knows the battle’s lost.

“Both of you, be good,” Kara tells them sternly. “Alex, please don’t yeet my cat out of the window.”

Alex shrugs, staring at the cat with suspicion. “I make no promises.’

Lena is staring at Alex just as hostile. Great. They both deserve each other.

Kara sighs exasperatedly. Well, at least she tried.

******

She gets a very angry Alex Danvers on the line, right after she’s finished talking to some sources. It’s nighttime now, and when she checks her watch—yep, she’s left Lena in Alex’s care for more than six hours.

Crap.

“Hey, Al—”

“KARA IF YOU DON’T PICK UP THIS THIS THIS GODDAMNED HAIRBALL RIGHT NOW, YOU WILL NEVER SEE IT EVER AGAIN.”

There is loud meowing, and then, “What the- Get off! Get off me right no-”

The line clicks dead.

Kara Danvers quickly changes into an alley, manages to break the sound barrier.

******

It’s Kelly who opens the door.

“Hey, Kara,” she greets her. Kara is impatiently rocking on her heels, trying to peer past Kelly’s shoulders.

The place was quiet; ridiculously quiet, and Kara feels fear swoop in her belly.

“Please, tell me my cat is still alive,” Kara bursts out, Kelly just gives her a pained smile and oh, no, oh no.

She muscles her way past Kelly to a brooding Alex on the couch.

Lena is nowhere to be seen.

“Alex, Alex where’s my cat? Where is she? Where did you put her?”

Alex finally looks up at her, Kara taking notice of the red marks on her arm.

Oh no, Lena, what did you do?

“Calm down, I didn’t throw the little demon away. She’s-" Alex sing-songs before finishing, "on time-out.”

“Time-out?” Kara asks, voice shaking. Rao, does she really want to know.

Alex takes too long to answer, taking a swig of her beer first before pointing to a corner in the living room.

And there, she spots it.

It, being a small pile of laundry on the floor, next to an upside down hamper. A big white hamper housing one Lena Luthor. There's a crude cardboard sign stuck on it; "Kitty Jail". Alex has also stacked a few encyclopedia on top of it, no doubt an attempt to keep Lena from escaping.

“Oh! Oh, Lena!”

Kara superspeeds her way and scoops Lena up, the cat meowing immediately and curling into Kara’s chest.

“You named the cat after Lena?!”

Crap.

Kara turns around slowly, “Uhm yeah?”

Alex just shakes her head. “Unbelievable.”

“Her eyes reminded me of Lena, okay?!” Kara yells defensively, pressing tiny kisses onto Lena’s fur.

“I’m sorry that Alex has been such a meanie to you," she coos, "I know you didn’t deserve it, baby."

Alex seems to perk up at that, because she raises up from the couch. “That,” Alex jabs a finger in their direction, Kara cradles Lena protectively, “That baby ruined my couch and she so totally deserves all the mean! All the mean in the world, Kara!”

Lena hisses in her arms.

“No, no. That’s not true. Lena is baby and she’s perfect and you’re just a meanie.”

“She ruined my upholstery! She left hair all over the place and that’s not even to mention the scratching!”

“Because you were mean to her!”

Alex scoffs, eyes bulging wide in disbelief.

“Get out,” Alex says, her brows pinching comically, “Get out of my apartment before that little devil causes more damage.”

“Gladly,” Kara says, and Lena meows her assent. They make their way past Alex, Kara unaware that Lena has stuck out her little tongue at Alex over her shoulder.

“And she’s not a little devil!” Kara calls out.

Alex slams the door in her face.

******

That evening, Kara pores over a thick spellbook, eyes swimming with Latin symbols with a purring machine on her lap.

By midnight, Kara has managed to pass out on her couch, a black cat curled on her chest.

The spellbook lay open on her coffee table, forgotten.

******

The first sight that greets Kara when she wakes up are green eyes.

Green human eyes.

And then it hits her.

“Lena!”

The spell had blessedly wore off by morning, and Kara’s never been more glad to see the sunlight lighting up Lena’s face.

For a moment, Kara’s assaulted with the mental image of laying in a pool of sunlight with a black cat stretching leisurely next to her.

“Good morning,” Lena purrs, and oh Rao, that sound is much, much better than her meowing.

“You’re back!” Kara gasps in awe.

“I’m back,” she whispers, she’s still draped fully over Kara on the couch. A blanket covering them both.

“Rao, I missed you.” A palm comes up to cup her cheeks, Lena automatically nuzzling into the inside of her wrist.

“Mm, I missed me, too,” Lena tells her, face breaking into a small smile. Kara traces her fingers up and down Lena’s spine. Oh, how she’s missed touching Lena’s skin.

Wait-

Skin.

Is she-

“Lena,” Kara begins, swallowing. Her nerves not going unnoticed.

Lena raises a brow at her. “Kara?”

“Are you- uhm- ah. Are you naked right now?”

Lena’s eyes light up like a cat’s and Kara knows she’s in trouble.

“Mm. It seems that I am,” Lena says, and all Kara can do is gulp.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

special shoutout to @mike-wachowski, @sexybread-png and @thebreakfastgod for their cat expertise without whom this silly little fic would not be written.

[raggaraddy]

Tae’s first time with a virgin if your still taking requests?

Virgin

A/n: Thank you for the request! It was fun to write. Enjoy xx 💜💜💜

Trigger warning: Smut, first time, oral, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic, dirty talk, mild spanking.

Taehyung

Dom!Taehyung

You pull out your phone and type the message. Over and over. Deleting it and re-writing it about 30 times.

Until you see the typing bubble pop up on Taehyung's side.

If you have something to say, get it out. He writes.

Damn. You really should have written this on paper first. But too late now.

You had spoken with Taehyung for months and had met him in person for the first time last week. With clever wording, so far you'd gotten around telling him your secret. But you know you have to tell him before your first play session tonight. You don't know if a guy can tell or not, but if he can it's going to be embarrassing if he finds out that way.

It's not like you haven't done things before, you were probably more experienced than most when it came to other areas. You've played with other kinky people before, hooked up with girl friends and guy friends, and you've had a full D/s relationship that was filled with BDSM. It's just that you'd never done that one thing.

Really, you don't even know why you held onto it for so long. At first, you were trying to be smart and not give it away too quickly or easily, but then it almost became something you had a sense of pride in and tried to protect. But Taehyung was special. Someone you felt connected to. And you know, it's time to get it over with. Both telling him and the act itself. You have to simply rip the bandaid off and tell him. He shouldn't be mad. You didn't exactly lie about anything.

Its just about tonght :)

Please don't be mad. I ddnt know how to say it before

But you should probably knwo I'm a virgin

Three separate messages. Typed so quickly they're riddled with spelling and grammar errors. The words are not nearly as well prepared as you had wanted. But at least it was done.

The read symbol appears, and then nothing. Staring at your phone for what feels like 5 minutes, there is no reply. You're running over a dozen new messages, typing them in your head first. Wanting to explain that you didn't lie and that everything you told him, you really had done.

Typing the first word, his answer finally comes through. Only 3 words that make you relieved but also anxious from their conciseness.

See you tonight.

After spending hours getting ready, it was finally time to meet him. You came to his house and were perfectly on time. Although, you had a moment of concern thinking you were at the wrong address. When Taehyung said he had a big apartment you hadn't expected it to be a 2 story, riverside, penthouse in the middle of the city. He never wanted to tell you anything about his job, and now you were a little worried he's someone famous or that he runs a drug cartel or something.

Feeling a bit out of place and with the upcoming plans looming ahead of you, you start the night filled with nerves. However, Taehyung's confident demeanour as well as some casual conversation and a few drinks, eventually help you start to relax. And soon you're even beginning to get a little impatient.

A mix of anticipation of what is to come, steadily becoming tipsy, and having not touched yourself for a week, your mind is already running with all manner of dirty thoughts. But unfortunately, you're far too shy to initiate anything so you are entirely dependant on Taehyung's schedule. And he is taking it slow.

Normally, he would have a girl naked and on her knees by this time, but you were special to him, also. And especially now knowing that you're a virgin, he is determined to make the night last. Sat on the couch with him, there are small touches here and there, provocative topics of conversation, and his commanding tone of voice that makes you melt. Your excitement peaking as he passionately kisses you, pulling you onto his lap.

Nearing 2 hours of talking and teasing, Taehyung finally starts the main event. Taking you with him into the most stunning playroom you have ever witnessed. An industrial meets a minimalistic-modern theme. A beautiful king four-poster bed, with an x-frame top, a wooden headboard, and a white canopy. Making you think that this must be where princesses who liked to get spanked come to play.

Never parting his lips from yours, slowly and gently Taehyung undresses you. His delicate removal of your clothes and his tender kisses are in explicit contrast to the sharp, rough tugs on your hair that he uses to move you around. The combination making your skin burn with lust.

Sitting you in the middle of the bed, he remains fully clothed. A prickle of excited nerves shivering up your body. You're beyond needy and ready. Your hands starting to pull at his shirt, unable to refrain yourself any longer.

"Please," you whine. As his mouth comes off yours, you pull him into you a little firmer.

"What do you want?" Taehyung asks. His voice coming out deep and lowly spoken.

"I want," you gulp trying to think of what to say. Your face heating. "you?"

"That wasn't convincing." He moves forward, his hand pressing to your chest, pushing you flat onto the bed. "I asked you," Leaning over, his mouth comes to your breast, sucking your nipple. Your gasps turning to moans as he bites down before repeating himself. "What do you want?"

"Whatever you want, Sir." Your hands cling into the blankets trying to stop yourself from digging them into his perfect dark hair instead.

Looking up he smirks. "Mmm, when you call me that," he grabs your wrist, bringing it to his crotch. Pressing your open palm to the hard bulge straining in his pants. "it really turns me on."

You whine as he pulls your hand away. You'd been fantasizing for weeks about what he must feel like and now you were so close to having what you dreamt of.

"Don't worry about me, Y/n. I'm going to get what I want. But what I want right now," his hand suddenly cups your pussy making you gasp, "is for you- my horny, wet, little virgin," instinctually you spread your legs wider and his middle finger presses deeper, slipping between your folds making you wail. "to tell me what you want."

"Anything," You're trying to make yourself say more, but your mind is swimming and you're glowing with embarrassment thinking about actually saying what you want him to do to you. His piercing stare, his beauty, his hard cock, you're aching to have him. He knows what you want. It's not fair for him to make you ask for it.

"Y/n," your eyes lift to his face upon hearing his rumbling voice call your name. "Have I given you the impression that I tell you to do something so I can hear my own voice?"

Your eyes get big as you chew your lip, shaking your head. Even his light scolding is turning you on.

"Good. Then I'll ask you one last time, and if you make me ask you again, I'm going to put your panties back on, and they won't be coming off again tonight." he purrs making you whimper at his threat. "I was going to accept your little two-word answer, but now you've made me ask you multiple times, so you'll tell me in detail. What do you want me to do to you, little girl?"

You feel like curling under the blanket from shame, but you start to push the answer out. "I want... you... to," you swallow looking down, "fuck me." You can see his eyebrow raise, telling you to go on and give him the specifics like he asked. "I want to have you inside me, Sir. I want," you're thinking of the next words while feeling near to tears from discomfort. Unable to even glance at his face. "I want you to be the first man to fuck me." It's nearly inaudible by the end of the sentence, but you get it out. Hoping it's enough to make him happy.

Finally building the courage to look up, Taehyung is brimming with satisfaction and hunger. Looking ready to devour you.

His fingers gently hold your chin, lifting your head a little higher to meet him as he hovers over you. "Thank you, Y/n." He says softly, making your stomach swarm with butterflies. His warm reaction has you even more confident in your choice. "Put your arms above your head, and interlock your fingers." He instructs hushedly.

Too eager to follow his order your arms stretch above you, knocking into the headboard making your wrists bend. Holding your hips, Taehyung yanks you down the bed giving you the space to hold your arms out straight.

Pressing down on your wrists his face softly becomes more serious "You're not going to move your hands at all until I say. Not in any direction. Do you understand?"

With a little smile, you nod. Already having fun. "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," he praises making you blush for what is surely the 100th time tonight.

He releases your hands and you push them down making sure to follow his order.

Slowly Taehyung shifts down your body, his fingertips lightly tracing down your arms and your sides, making you flinch and squirm. Fighting through being ticklish to hold still and keep your position.

Setting between your legs he continues to play with you. Your eyes clenching shut as his touch runs down your neck, your chest and stomach, gripping your thighs, tracing your lips. His fingers softly pinching your nipples producing a moan, your hips bucking up as your breathing deepens.

Moving lower still, Taehyung pushes your thighs wider. Lifting one of your legs he has you bend it upright, kissing from your knee down your thigh. Trailing lower until his lips touch your core making you bite your lip to stop from crying out. Needing to bite back even more vocal cries as his tongue flicks out, kneading against your clit. Starting to suck and lick you. Your legs spreading further on their own accord. Quickly losing your senses to pleasure.

His nearly painful grip on your hips jerks you down, pulling you into his tongue as it dives inside you making you cry out. Instinctually, your hands want to cling onto him and lift an inch from the mattress. Quick realization making you panic and slam them back flat.

Soon you're fussing, calling out his name as the flat of his tongue strokes you, eating you like a man starved. His long fingers deep inside you, massaging you in the same insisting manner. Pushing you to the edge without pause. Cumming with a yelp you bite your cheek in lieu of your arm. Your orgasm not stopping him, instead, he spreads your legs further lapping up all of the juice you spill. And just when you can't stand anymore and your body is starting to shake, he finally springs up smacking his lips with a satisfied open mouth grin. Wiping your cum from his face.

Flopping onto the bed alongside you, he rests over you again, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself. Leaving you breathless when he finally parts.

"How are you doing?" He asks, his mindlessly touch once more trailing along your skin. "Good?" he presses for confirmation.

"Yes," you giggle, feeling lightheaded in the afterglow. Wanting to touch him back you, accidentally lift your arms off the mattress again. "Oh," You gasp, settling them back.

Raising up, he leans on his elbow. Digging into your joint hands, he clicks his tongue. "How many times did you lift your arms? Hmm?"

"Um," You feel like your cheeks burning under his inquisitive gaze. In truth, you hadn't counted. But you think at least 7 times. "Seven," you whisper.

"And how many times did I say you could move them?"

Your mind races for a moment trying to remember exactly what he said. You don't remember him saying a number though. And you realize it's a trick question. "None?" you squeak.

"That's right." He hums.

Sitting upright, he abruptly sticks his hands under you, flipping you onto your stomach in forceful motions. Trying to not break position, you stay straight keeping your arms flat to the bed. With a last tug, Taehyung pulls you onto your knees, your elongated arms and aching your back makes your face burry into the mattress.

"Seven," He says. His large open palm smacking your ass harshly. He doesn't count down the rest, but in your own head, you do. Each stinging slap only worsening your hunger.

But it doesn't matter how desperate you are, Taehyung isn't nearly done with you. Over the next 90 minutes, he touches and toys with you. You come serval times from his hands, his tongue, from toys, and even once from your own hand as he makes you get yourself off.

As the events go on, he gradually undresses. His own needs getting dire, he also cums, letting you suck him off and swallow his load. But soon after he is hard again. Getting too much enjoyment from teasing you with his cock, seeing you become a mess. And no matter how many times you cum, it is the part you want the most. At last, though, he addresses your needful craving.

Putting you on your back, you can see the switch in his eyes and the intent behind it. Laying over you and resting on his elbows, he lines up with your entrance. Your body almost shaking with expectation.

"What do you want little girl?" he repeats, his own breath strained with desire.

You no longer have any apprehension about saying it. You've never wanted anything, anyone, inside you more than you want Taehyung right now. "Please fuck me, Sir." you pant, tilting your hips up, your motion rubbing his tip through your dripping folds.

This time it's Taehyung whose exterior cracks. Dipping in your warm opening makes him groan. His jaw tensing, he has to restrain himself from slamming his dick inside you. He wants to do it. He wants to make you scream and writhe, and take his dick all at once. But he knows he can't be cruel. He knows he has overcome his baser instincts and be patient.

Pressing his lips to yours, slowly, carefully, he starts to edge his hips forward. His cock sinking inside you. Inch by inch. Allowing you the time and space to adjust to him. And you're grateful for it. He's stretching you and the deeper he goes the further you're being spread. The size of him, his thickness is larger than any vibrator you've used before. Or anything else you've had inside you.

Breathing lightly, shortly, your hands are clinging to the blanket. Your eyes fluttering closed. Feeling him fill you is beyond your wildest imaginations, and right now you wish it would never end.

"Fuck," Taehyung whispers, his entire dick buried inside you. Your virgin walls tightly constricting and twitching around him. With a few heavy breathes, he calms himself. "How does that feel Y/n?" He asks, half teasing you, half genuinely checking on your well-being.

Words have left you. Your mind is delirious. You can only whine and nod stiffly. Your hands wrapping his back draw his body against yours. Mutly begging for him to continue.

He gets your meaning and is all too happy to oblige. Keeping a slow, steady pace, he lifts his hips. The rubbing making you fevered. And when he sinks into you again, he sets up an even pace of long deep strokes. Rocking into your over and over and it isn't long before any hint of pain is replaced with pure euphoria. Your legs shaking and shivering.

"Such a good girl." He moans into your lips. "You're taking my dick so well," Starting to pick up the pace, your moans come out more unrestrained. A kind of vibrating static filling your brain.

As his thrusts become more empowered, the low ache returns. Hurting just enough that it's helping the incredible sensation build. After several minutes, one of Taehyung's hands lowers to your clit. The external pressure causing electricity. Enhancing the pleasure inside. Quickly the combination overwhelms you and you can feel pleasure in your core unlike any other. As if every single cell in your body were crying out in joy, you lift and fall, exploding in ecstasy. The sensation turning your stomach, aching the back of your jaw from how hard it hits you. Taehyung's tongue filling your mouth, he swallows the breathless screams of your orgasm.

"Oh god, Y/n, you feel so good." Taehyung groans, his thrusts not slowing any. Your body floating, your mind ringing in orgasmic relief.

The pulsing inside you seems to last for an eternity. And even after it fades your oversensitive body is still quivering from his unrelenting motions. You're exhausted and wrecked and now that you've cum, his size is starting to make you sore.

"Did that feel good?" He purrs. Your moans of pleasure turning into whimpers as his pace begins to pick up. Pushing on his chest a little, you're breathing too hard to vocalize your thoughts. But Taehyung can read your actions.

"You can take a little more, cant you, baby?" He coos, pressing deep and holding it, grinding his hips down. Making you squeal in pleasurable pain. "You wanna make me feel good don't you?"

He stops moving, pulling back a little to give you space to breathe and to hear him clearly. You nearly sigh in relief. The tip of him was pressing too far. Your eyes open as his hand comes to your face, making you look at him.

"Can you be a big girl for me while I fuck you?" he kisses you lightly, sucking your bottom lip. "Do you wanna be a good little girl and let me use you, let me fill you with cum?"

Even with your body depleted, you don't need to think twice. You want all of that. You want him to cum inside you. You want to make him happy, whatever it takes. Not looking away from his eyes you nod. A little scared, but mostly turned on and excited at the idea of him using you to get himself off.

Closed lipped, his mouth lifts into a smirk. His eyes getting prideful at your agreement.

Easing into you, his breath becomes shaky. Again he bottoms out inside you and you whine in pain. With your approval given he isn't waiting on a slow build this time. He's rock hard and your warm wet cunt is driving him crazy. He knows it's going to hurt you. But he also knows you won't need to endure for very long. He is already nearly ready to burst.

Quickly his thrusts get faster and rougher. Extending his arms he raises up and lifts one of your legs for leverage. His chest pushing down on the back of your thigh spreads you deeper and shoves him even further inside you.

You can't contain yourself at that point. Crying out with every thrust. Your skin is covered in goosebumps. You can tell he is still restraining himself, but it's easily too much. You're drained and tender. And he's too big and rough for you to handle.

But despite your discomfort, you force yourself to stay still. Repeating a mantra over and over in your head that you want to be good for him.

Sweating lightly, Taehyung is pounding you until all of sudden, with a final solid snap of his hips, his movements faltering. A chesty moan pouring out of him as his body falls heavier into you. Your raw sensitive walls twitching as they are flooded with warmth. Several small jerking thursts pumping all of his cum into you before he drops his weight.

Letting your thigh drop back down, he rests on his elbows on either side of your head, his heavy breath fanning your face. Lightly brushing his lips to yours he kisses you through a smile.

"Such a brave girl." He mutters.

You're so tender that he has you mewling even as he pulls out of you. The movement makes you wince.

Gasping, you're surprised you can actually feel his cum shifting. It feels like it's going to run out of you. Clamping your thighs shut, your face glows again with embarrassment. You're not sure if that is supposed to happen. You thought it would stay inside. But in any case, you don't want to make a mess on his bed.

With a last satisfied grunt, he drops onto his side, leaning on his arm while still hovering above you.

"I'm so proud of you. You did so well." He smiles warmly, brushing your hair off your face, wiping away your sweat. "How do you feel?"

How do you feel? Sore, exhausted, thoroughly use, but mostly,

"Good," You grin sleepily, leaning into his touch.

"Good." He whispers back.

Shuffling a little higher, he pulls a pillow down and nudges it under your head. His arm going under your neck he wraps his other arm around you, hugging you. As you roll to your side and cuddle into him, he takes the hint and draws you in tighter. His hands rubbing up and down your back softly.

"I had a really nice time tonight Y/n." He kisses the top of your head, his chest tightening against you. "Thank you for letting me be your first."

[sugamamacustard]

Feed Me

Pairing: Alpha! Keiji Akaashi X Omega! Reader, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Rintaro Suna x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Ooooo what about when Alphas 🐘 ( maybe akaashi, ushijima, rin and kuroo) find out that their omega has not been eating enough like (their only eating little things like granola bars or fruit) so their upset that they had to find out through someone else and they scold them for that but then their told that they have gain some weight and that gets them even more upset because they think their perfect etc.

Summary: Some times, people do things because it’s what they think is best. You don’t tell your alpha about some weight gain you’ve noticed, and try taking care of it yourself because of this.

Author’s Note: Hey, you. Yeah you. The beautiful person reading this? You are perfect. You are worth it. Your feelings are valid and you shouldn’t feel bad about having them. You are so amazing, and even if I don’t know you, I am so proud of you. You are so strong for making it so far. Keep going. Never change. :) Also your nice comments? Literally my dose of serotonin

did I mention my OC one or twice? Yes. Am I sorry? No. Also, idk if anyone is curious, but Yuka doesn't actually go to Shiritorizawa but whatever.

Requests: Closed!

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Trigger Warning: Mentions of (Semi?) Starvation.

Keiji Akaashi

➵Now, Keiji is pretty on top of omega and significant other care.

➵ Like, weirdly so. It's honestly kind of creepy?

➵ In an endearing way.

➵ He always says 'Bokuto-Kun prepared me in a way.'

➵ Honestly, he loves doing this for you too!

➵He loves caring for you so much.

➵ Like I firmly believe Akaashi's love language is acts of service.

➵ So things like bringing you food, leaving sweet notes in your locker, helping you with your homework.

➵ He lives for doing these things.

➵ Especially feeding you snacks and things.

➵ It made his inner alpha purr because that meant he was caring for you. Providing for you.

➵ Being the very thing that made him worthy of an alpha.

➵ Prove that he could continue being the alpha you needed and wanted.

➵ Unfortunately, there were downsides.

➵ Your hips had the beginnings of small love handles, a little more chub on you tummy, thighs a little squishier.

➵ Let's not lie, Keiji absolutely adored this, by the way.

➵ I also think one of his biggest kinks is praise

➵ He makes sure you know how loved and how perfect you are.

➵ It's sometimes hard to believe him though.

___

"Y/N?"

You hummed an acknowledgment at Keiji's call, typing the final words to your essay before turning to look at your beautiful alpha- Sometimes you questioned how you hooked him. His gorgeous emerald eyes shining with love and adoration.

"I'm gonna go run and pick up some supper, what would you like beloved?" He came up to squeeze and massage your shoulders, leaning down as he pressed a small peck to your temple, your purr a sweet melody to his ears.

You swallowed behind your purr, trying to hide the small panic in your eyes. Your mind instantly flashed to your reflection this morning, how you pinched your hips with a frown. You already had been slowing down on the snacks, and fast food made you shiver.

"I-I'm okay for now, Keiji. Thank you though." You smiled, nonetheless, holding Keiji's cheek in your hand. He quirked a brow, frowning slightly before nodding lowly. Another peck was pressed to your cheek before he left, ordering your favorite from the diner he took you to for your first date.

-

"Beloved, I'm back." Keiji called, once more tearing you away from your essay; you were always thankful for the distraction though. He set down the take out bag, taking out the top box and handing it to you before shrugging off his jacket.

"Keiji? I said I was okay-"

"I didn't believe you. Now come on, you need to take a break and I'm touch starved." The raven didn't even look behind at you before pulling out his own box, dragging your rolley-chair to the bed. He pulled his sweater over his head, handing that to you as well before giving you a sweet peck.

His eyes locked with yours. Your breath hitched. So many silent words swam in his eyes, asking you, demanding you, to tell you what was wrong.

"I just- I've gained a little weight lately and-"

"And? My love, you are just as gorgeous as the day I met you. Nothing is wrong with a little weight, even if I think you're foolish to think you've gained weight. Never think otherwise. Even if you do, let me know, my job as your alpha and boyfriend is to make sure you feel as good as possible no matter what."

He slipped the sweater over your head, rehanding you your meal that he took from you momentarily, running a hand through your hair.

"Your my beautiful omega. Nothing should keep you from your happiness."

Wakatoshi Ushijima

➵Unlike Akaashi, Wakatoshi is little more...Hesitant (In a way) when it comes to omegan care.

��� He never really learned how to? Ya know?

➵ Both his parents were alphas, and he was never around omegas consistently enough to learn.

➵and it's not like you were a volleyball that he could use the same techniques to up-keep.

➵ He also couldn't ask his team.

➵ Well, he could, but only one other person on his team had an omega. (It was Satori and his advice, though helpful, could only go so far.)

➵ He was doing good though, especially with you holding his hand through the entire thing.

➵ The first time he noticed something was up was when you didn't show up to lunch-- texting him a picture of you in the library, tongue poking out as you held up a peace sign to assure him you were okay.

➵ When he brought it up to Satori, who had his own omega (A small, but fiery brunette named Yuka) leaning on his side as she played some sort of phone game on his phone (Mama's slusheria? He thinks?) .

➵He explained he didn't know what was going on with you while Satori listened with a hum before giving him a sad smile. "Sorry I can't help you further Ushi-waka, but as you can see-" He slid his unfinished lunch towards Yuka, who popped one of the Dango skewers into her mouth without looking up. "I'm not very familiar with the problem."

➵ He offered his help as much as he could nonetheless.

➵ He slowly began to pick up on smaller things, locking them in his steel trap.

➵ Like a good boy :)

➵ He put hours of research into omegas after this (not that he hadn't previously). Keeping strenuous notes beside him.

➵ They were colorful and highlighted :)

➵ And he followed the advice that 'Mommy Luna-boo' posted on the blog he found like a goddamn Mantra. ('Sometimes Omegas need a little more love! Their bodies, especially during high school years, will change a lot! They may feel a little down! As an alpha, make sure you remind them how beautiful they are!')

➵She was mother Theresa and he was her follower.

➵ Well after he followed you.

➵and after he made sure you were feeling better

___

"Omega?"

"Toshi."

Walking into your dorm room, Wakatoshi set down a small bag filled with goodies. He set it down on your bed as he sat down as well, watching you carefully.

When you gave him a small smile with a quirked brow, he took a deep breath, remembering everything Tendou had coached him through.

"Have you been eating enough lately?"

You sucked your tongue at the question, shuffling your shoulders. Truth be told you had been missing out on a few lunches after noting a few extra pounds you hadn't noticed earlier. You never meant to worry him, that was never your intention, but it seemed the world was working against you. You had no clue where to go from here. If you told him the truth that would do nothing but worry him, but lying was never good in any form of relationship.

Your hesitance to tell him was more than enough though, as his larger lands encased your own, holding them tightly.

"Why?" His tone wasn't accusatory nor was it angry in the slightest. Genuine curious if anything. If he could get to the bottom of the root of the problem, he could prevent it from happening in the future. Right?

"I- I just...Noticed a few extra pounds and-"

"That's it?"

You looked up to him with a tilted head, like a lost puppy. "What do you mean that's it?"

Pulling you closer, Wakatoshi effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, using one hand to dig through the bag beside him while the other wrapped around your hips. He pulled out a few of your favorite snacks laying them out in front of you.

"That's, in my opinion, a silly thing to worry about. If you feel that's a big problem, I can offer my services to you in any way you wish-- whether it be support or as help, it is my job to be there for you." He nuzzled your scent gland, voice rumbling against your shoulders.

You purred in response, leaning back onto your alpha.

Rintaro Suna

➵ Suna is a lot like Akaashi in the sense that he has incredible observational skills as an alpha.

➵ His eyes are like sniper scopes.

➵ The minute something is wrong, he's on it.

➵ Like he looks aloof but he's not.

➵ He had notes.

➵ So hiding something from him is not easy at all.

➵ But you two most likely ended up together because you gave him a run for his money.

➵ You made him work at being an alpha.

➵ And he loved you for that.

➵ It did come back to bite him in the ass though.

➵ The only reason he heard about this was because the betas at Inarizaki were loud mouths.

➵ Honestly he learned so much tea from them.

➵ Like this third year was sleeping with a first year because she planned on baby trapping him and-

➵ It was wild.

➵Though most times it was nothing more than a source of entertainment for you and him to laugh about.

➵This time the gossip was actually useful.

➵ He wasn't thrilled they were talking about you, but provided some very useful information.

➵ And he was set into action.

➵ typing a few things onto his phone he set out to find you.

___

"Rin, I said I'm not hungry-"

"I know and I'm making the executive decision to ignore you."

He squinted his eyes at the carefully written instructions in front of him, sending a silent thanks to Atsumu's mate Haruka. (;)) She had written a step by step instruction sheet to making Onigiri while also dropping off all the ingredients (Pre-prepped). The only reason she didn't make it was because Suna's alpha, no matter how much he trusted her, wouldn't have let it near you.

"Rintato-"

"Look, Y/N. I love you, you know that. You know a lot of things, you're my smart little omega. So you must also know this isn't good, right?" Sliding a plate of, albeit mediocre, onigiri towards you, Rintaro focused his gaze on you.

"You know this, eh?"

You swallowed before grabbing one of the triangles, nibbling on the top in an attempt to appease your alpha. His sharp gaze still focused on you, making you shiver as he rounded around the counter. He turned you around so you were facing him, his hands holding your hips.

"You know this."

You wilted under his expectant gaze, knowing what he wanted from you. "I know this."

He smirked, leaning to take bite from your snack, licking his lips as he did. "Good omega."

"Rintaro that's mine!"

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The Alpha And The Omega (Kristie Mewis x Reader)

You weren’t sure why you were so aggravated, but the longer the game went on, the worse you felt, your uncertainty melted away though when your eyes met Kristie Mewis’.

The typical calm, impassiveness you felt from your inner alpha was a complete contrast to what you were feeling right now, and what you were feeling right now was aggravation.  

What irritated you, you weren’t sure what, but the longer the game went on, the angrier you got.  

It’s then you realize your focus had been entirely on Kristie Mewis, the blonde going down far too much for your liking.  

You wanted to be on the field, the overwhelming urge to rush onto the pitch taking over your entire being.  

"Y/N, what's wrong?" You hear one of your teammates ask, but you only snarl, pacing the sidelines wildly, drawing the attention of a number of players on field. 

"What's her deal?" Sam whispers to her sister, Kristie Mewis as she hoists her to her feet after a particularly hard tackle.  

Kristie turns your way, and your eyes lock.  

Blue orbs widen, as do Y/E/C orbs, a warmth spreading throughout your chests. 

She'd just been subbed in, it was her moment to shine at the Olympics, yet all she could focus on was you, the warmth now spreading throughout her entire body, each and every one of her nerve endings being stimulated.  

"Seriously, what is going on?" Sam says as she gives her sister a shake.  

Your eyes narrow, your lip curling in a snarl, your nostrils flaring as the blonde is shook by her sister.  

The ref's whistle blows loudly and everyone jogs back to their places on field, Kristie taking her eyes off of you with much reluctance.  

No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t sit still, your alpha bristling at the mere thought of taking a seat, you needed to get onto the field, and you needed to get on the field now.  

You toed the line, the passing minutes feeling like hours as the clock inched closer and closer to 90 minutes.  

It’s when the whistle blows that you make your move, making a beeline for the blonde who is also moving towards you.  

Everyone froze as the two of you met, your arms wrapping tightly around one another, Kristie burying her nose in your neck, nuzzling into the scent gland there.  

Your chest rumbles, your eyes narrowed as you glare at any and every alpha nearby.  

“Shhhh.” Kristie nuzzles against the scent gland again, the omega pumping out soothing pheromones in an attempt to calm down the territorial alpha raging inside of you.  

You sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as the omega’s pheromones lulls you into a sense of utter calm.  

Sam crosses her arms across her chest.  

“Well, I guess that makes sense.” She shrugs, her elbow resting on Emily’s shoulder as she and the remainder of the team watches the two of you interact.  

Your eyes widen slightly when you reluctantly pull away, your cheeks flushed.  

“So... Uhh... H-Hi.” You stutter and Kristie giggles, her bright, shiny, perfect teeth on full display.  

“Hi.”  

“I-I’m Y/N.” You smile shyly, Kristie immediately finding your shyness endearing. 

“I’m Kristie.”  

You go to take a step back in an attempt to give the omega some personal space, but a soft growl from the blonde makes you still, your inner alpha’s ears perking up at the sound.  

Kristie clears her throat.  

“S-Sorry.”  

You give her a small smile, your arms slithering back around her.  

“Better?” You whisper, the woman nodding as she tucks herself into the crook of your neck, her chest rumbling in a purr.  

“Better.”  

Kelley snorts from her place across the field.  

“I hope we weren’t that bad.”  

Alex bites her bottom lip to stave off a laugh.  

“You cried.”  

Her alpha scoffs.  

“I did NOT.”  

Tobin laughs.  

“I remember, you totally did.”  

Meanwhile across the field you and Kristie are still so entangled with one another you don’t realize what’s going on around you.  

“I never thought I’d meet you.” You confess, ducking down to nudge the scent gland behind Kristie’s ear.  

“Neither did I.” She whispers, her hot breath dancing across your skin.  

The two of you part, though neither go far, the thought of leaving one another, let alone not touching making your inner alpha and her inner omega annoyed at the mere thought.  

“Wh-what are you doing after the game?” You ask, your hands resting on her waist.  

She smiles.  

“Whatever you’re doing.”  

You grin.  

“Sounds good.”  

                                                           ***

The second you’d gotten off the bus, you’d remained outside, waiting for the blonde who, unfortunately, couldn’t ride the bus with you back to the hotel, something that got a snarl out of your alpha, a snarl directed at your coach.  

The moment you spot the USWNT bus, your inner alpha perks up, the thought of seeing the omega again making the butterflies in your stomach flap their wings.  

The bus begins to unload, unsurprisingly, Kristie Mewis is leading the charge.  

“Hey.” You whisper, the blonde grinning as she wraps her arms around you, tucking her face back in the crook of your neck.  

“Hey.” You whisper, your chin resting on the top of her head.  

“Don’t do what I would do.” Kelley gives Kristie a pat on the back on her way by and your eyes narrow, your nostrils flaring.

“Whoa, easy tiger.” Kelley holds her hands up in surrender and you growl.  

Alex grabs her alpha’s hand and drags her into the hotel leaving you and Kristie behind.  

“Easy.” Kristie whispers as she cups your cheeks, her nose bumping against yours.  

You close your eyes, inhaling deeply, the omega’s scent clouding your senses.  

“Do you want to come up to my room?” You ask, Kristie’s eyes flashing open.  

You grimace.  

“I-I-I didn’t mean like th-that!” You stammer and she grins.  

“I’d love to come up with you.”  

                                                           ***

The second you’d entered the room Kristie shoved you on the bed and crawled on top of you, the blonde’s inner omega shuddering at the feel of you beneath her.  

You sigh in unison, your arms wrapping tightly around her.  

“You know...” You start, your lips splitting in a grin. “We both stink.”  

Kristie giggles, the blonde shrugging.  

“I don’t care.”  

You duck down, kissing the top of her head unconsciously.  

“We need a shower.”  

Kristie pulls back, her chin resting on your sternum.  

“Is that a proposal?” She smirks and your eyes widen, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.  

“I uhh...”  

Kristie giggles as she rolls off of you, the blonde wiggling back into the bed’s sheets.  

“Go, I’ll get a shower and come right back.”  

"Promise?” You pout, the blonde smiling as she kisses your forehead.  

“Promise.”  

                                                           ***

You’re still in the shower when Kristie returns to the room, the woman glancing at the bathroom door.  

She slowly shuffles into the room before flopping back down on your bed, her face buried in your pillow.  

Your scent brought her a sense of calm she’d never before felt, and soon she found herself rifling through your luggage in search of a sweatshirt.  

In the end she’d swiped more than one, and when you exit the bathroom, you find your bed nearly covered in your clothes.  

“Ummmmm...” You start, unable to bite back a smile when you see the look on Kristie’s face.  

“I just wanted one.” She pouts and you chuckle.  

“So, you emptied my whole suitcase?” You ask, your hands on your hips and she shrugs.  

“Yes.”  

You shake your head, making your way across the room and scooping up one of the only sweaters that she hadn’t managed to steal.  

“Here.”  

Kristie takes the sweater, noting the faded material, as well as the logo on the front.  

“It’s my favorite, I’ve had it for a long time.”  

She takes it without hesitation, smiling up at you, her eyes holding a glassy sheen.  

She buries her face in the faded material, inhaling deeply, your scent making her body heat up.  

You grin when the omega does a little wiggle in her place on the bed, her eyes widening and cheeks flushing when she remembers you’re standing only a foot away.  

“What are you waiting for?” She asks, holding a hand out and you shake your head.  

“Someone has to put my clothes back in my suitcase.” You tease, the blonde sticking her tongue out at you.  

You chuckle as you toss your clothes in your suitcase, not even bothering to close it before you get into bed with the blonde, who is immediately on you the second she’s able to be.  

Kristie rests her hands on top of one another before placing her chin on top, resting again against your sternum, the woman looking up at you with pure adoration.  

“What?” You ask, cheeks flushing under the woman’s watchful gaze.  

She simply stares at you for a moment before she picks her head up, the blonde crawling upward until her nose brushes yours.  

You sit up, the woman now sitting in your lap.  

“Kristie?” You whisper, swallowing hard when she cups your cheeks.  

Her thumbs brush your bottom lip, the blonde leaning in, closing the distance between the two of you, her lips meeting yours in an earth-shattering kiss.  

Kissing Kristie Mewis felt like completion, like the last puzzle piece slotting into place, the butterflies in your stomach spreading throughout your chest.  

Kristie giggles when you roll the two of you over with a tiny growl, your lips again meeting hers.  

Your chest begins to rumble, a constant purr rattling in your chest as your lips brush Kristie’s in a tender caress.  

The two of you part with much hesitation, neither of you wanting to part, your inner beasts snarling angrily at the thought.  

You brush your nose against hers playfully.  

“Do you want to spend the night with me?” You whisper, your cheeks flushing at the implications of what you’d just said, but Kristie only grins.  

“Only if I can be the big spoon.”  

Your inner alpha wants to protest, but you nod.  

“Whatever you want.”  

Hours later the two of you are fast asleep, your legs tangled in the sheets and arms wrapped tightly around one another, feeling a sense of completion neither of you had felt before.