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So I've been playing a lot of Pokemon Café Remix lately and my sister made Japanese Curry last week and I op...
[ID Start: yellow rice shaped like the face of the Pokémon Pikachu, surrounded by Japanese style curry in a wide and shallow white dish. Detailing on the Pikachu are bits of sushi nori for the ear tips, eyes, nose, and smile; white sesame seeds for eye highlights; and Sriracha sauce for the rosy cheeks. The curry is a thick brown sauce with diced potatoes and stew beef and also chopped onions and carrots. Pikachu is vaguely rabbit shaped. /End ID.]
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It's been a loooonng day but I felt a little cute in this fit 😋💜
⚠️🖤⚠️18+ NSFT content under cut⚠️🖤⚠️
Hiya babes 💜😘
Something about knee socks just make me wanna be a little more slutty 🖤
They/Them pronouns
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Do you slap Casey's baked head
...BAKED!?
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retirement!Simon who really doesn't know what to do with himself around the house
retirement!Simon who would go on his morning runs and try to keep consistent to a workout schedule
retirement!Simon who was so bored one day he called Price asking if there was anything he needed help with
retirement!Simon stared at the entrance of the school with a frown because when he asked the price for something to do he didn't mean help set up for bake sales..
retirement!Simon helping you get a box from a closet because A: why would you need to carry something that big and B: he could do is easily so...pretty obvious in his opinion
retirement!Simon who pretty much immediately noticed your stunning lack of wedding ring
retirement!Simon who started volunteering at the school regularly 'to help out price and his missus' as if it wasn't just to see your beaming face with a pre-k student on your hip
retirement!Simon would spend his days off thinking about the dates he had already planned for 't', how he would hold your hand right as you walked through the park, or how he would perfectly land the compliments from across the dinner table
retirement!Simon who ignores Price at the PTA meeting he was 'dragged' to as his buddy teases him as he borderline ogles at you from across the gymnasium
retirement!Simon who looks at you as if you lay the stars in the sky as you stand to inform the parents about the upcoming zoo trip, only to notice the small three-year-old boy clinging to your leg
retirement!Simon who will be figuring out more kid-friendly dates for you and him....perhaps the zoo is a good start
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Stray Kids Kinktober Day 9
Stray Kids Kinktober Masterlist
A/B/O - Lee Know
Word Count: 11.1 K
Summary: It’s not your fault the Orange Needle Lily only grows in a protected part of the forest. While trying to gather ingredients, you’re confronted by a pack desperate for a healer to aid their injured pack member.
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Running, you were running. Sweat is pouring down your back and the sides of your face. But, there’s no time to stop and wipe it off.
Trees whipped past you with every step, branches caught on your clothes and tore small rips in the fabric, some leaving small slices in your skin.
But that was the least of your worries right now.
You knew you shouldn’t have been here. You knew.
How else were you going to get the ingredients you need? The Orange Needle Lily only grew in a remote area of the Enchanted Forest.
A very well protected area of the Enchanted Forest.
Normally, when you made these trips, you were able to sneak in, pick a large bundle of lilies and then slip out unnoticed.
But from the rain yesterday, the ground was still damp, so you slipped and fell and made one of the loudest noises of your life.
Every single nerve in your body lit up with fear the second it happened. Growls and howls sounded in the distance.
So, you took off.
The snarls have only gotten louder the farther you run from the original area.
Everyone in the Kingdom knew to stay away from that area of the Enchanted Forest. The wolf pack that lives there has made their mark very clearly. Do not enter their land.
And you fucked up.
Loud, heavy, galloping thuds gain on you.
Your eyes scan the woods wildly to search for any sign of familiarity. Are you even running the right way back to your village?
A log is in your way so you hurdle over the top of it.
You need to keep going.
Run, run, run. Keep running. Don’t look back. If you look back for even a second you’re dead meat.
A bone chilling bark comes from right behind you, two over snarls respond to it.
Your village is so close, you can smell the fresh bread being baked.
A dark figure jumps out in front of you and cuts off your path.
You scream and backpedal to get away from its gleaming yellow eyes.
When you turn around you see another dark figure already behind you.
Your mouth opens and closes a few times, pleas for your life are stuck in your mouth.
When the dark figures get closer, you realize they’re two enormous wolves. Of course the pack was chasing you. Of fucking course.
Faster and faster your heart begins to beat. You gulp, hands clutching at your skirts to keep them hiked up.
There’s two wolves encroaching closer and closer. Didn’t you hear three seats of snarls?
“Please,” you beg, your throat getting tighter and tighter with unshed tears of fear. “I was only trying to collect Orange Needle Lilies, look.”
To prove your point, you turn to reach into the pouch that’s hanging around your body.
The wolf in front of you lets out a bone chilling bark. You yelp in response, hands flying up away from your body to show you mean no harm.
“I am so sorry,” you plead, closing your eyes in fear and shrinking in on yourself. “I am a healer!”
With shaky knees, you take a step backwards and the wolf behind you growls.
There’s a long series of snaps and a whoosh to your left. Your head snaps over to look but the wolves keep their eyes on you like prey.
“You are a healer?” A male voice asks from behind a tree.
“Yes! I am from Beckinsale. Please, I mean you no harm.” Tears form in the corners of your eyes. “Orange Needle Lilies only grow within your lands. Please, I mean you no harm. I need them for a tonic.”
From behind a tree, a man with jet black hair and fair skin steps out. He’s only wearing tattered shorts on his muscular body. Dark brown eyes study you carefully.
“How high is your skill?” He asks with a raised brow.
“Very,” you answer quickly. “I am the village healer. All ailments are brought to me.”
He thinks for a moment, keeping his eyes trained on you. “Can you cure infections?”
“Yes, if I have the proper ingredients.”
Why is he asking?
Suddenly, the larger of the two wolves barks at the man and growls after.
“Easy, Changbin,” the man says. “She can heal Minho.”
The other wolf huffs, rolling its amber eyes.
“You have an injury among you?” Your hands grab at the strap of your pouch nervously.
“Aye, we believe it to be an infection.” He shuffles a bit. “Do you think you could take a look?”
A loud huff comes from behind you.
“What other option do we have?” The man grits out between his teeth to the wolf.
The wolf snorts once more.
The man stares directly into your eyes, “You are coming with us. And you’re going to heal our packmate.”
Chills rip down your body, danger is licking at the back of your neck. Your eyebrows pinch together and you swallow nervously.
“Are you going to kill me?” you whisper meagerly.
The man laughs, “We will see once our friend is healed, won’t we, Omega?”
Your jaw clenches with fear at the mention of your secondary gender.
Orange Needle Lilies were used for a specific purpose: scent blockers. Just this morning you had run out of your tonic without realizing your supply of the flower had run out.
The trip was necessary if you had hoped to block your scent at all.
But with the small amount of the blocker tonic and the sheer volume of sweat dripping down your body, there was no way you were going to be able to block your scent. Especially not from a wolf pack.
Lycans’ sense of smell were more powerful than humans. It’s most likely that even if you had put on the full amount of blocker, they would still be able to pick up on your scent.
“Come on, then,” the man says to you and there’s a sharp nudge at your back. One of the wolves was pushing you forward with his snout.
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The man, who you now know is named Seungmin, walks on your left. The wolf known as Changbin is on your right, and Seungmin told you that the other wolf’s name is Hyunjin.
Neither of you have said a word since then, he just continues to lead you through the Enchanted Forest away from your village.
“You must have a death wish. An omega prancing into a pack’s known territory all by herself.” Seungmin breaks the silence.
“I told you it is the only place the Orange Needle Lily grows,” you murmur, clutching your satchel closer to your body.
“And it is worth your life?”
You answer without hesitating. “Aye.” The next sentence comes out quieter. “A scent blocking tonic saves the life of an unmarked omega.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you see the three sets of eyes shift to side-eye you. You keep your eyes forward and keep walking.
Eventually, you make it to a small clearing in the woods. Four different hut-like houses sat in a semi-circle. There was a garden off to the side with fresh fruits and vegetables, tables and a spit for cooking over.
“Seungmin!” A voice called over. It sent chills down your spine. Nervously, you look over to see a larger man stalking towards you.
Golden eyes trained on you with an overprotective glint to them. The wind carries past him and his scent wraps around your mind.
Pine and bergamot floods your system. Alpha . He is a pure-blood alpha.
You can’t hold his eye contact, you immediately look down at your shoes in the dirt. Instincts take over and you curl in on yourself in his overbearing presence.
“Who is this?” He growls when he gets closer to you.
“A healer.”
“You brought a stranger into our den?”
“I brought a healer to heal Minho.”
So many scents of different wolves wrap around your brain and overwhelm your senses. Alphas and betas, all of them, but no omegas. At least, none that you’re able to smell.
“She is not getting near Minho.”
“Chan, he is going to die if we do not have him healed!” Seungmin barks back at his alpha.
The pheromones that pour out of them make your skin crawl. Seungmin is only a beta, and yet he is standing up to his alpha so confidently.
He stands nose to nose with Chan, keeping his eye contact. Chan bares his teeth.
The same crackling and whooshing noise comes from behind you.
“Chan, someone needs to heal him. Our remedies are not working.” Changbin says to him.
Chan doesn’t break eye contact with Seungmin, but Seungmin doesn’t back down either.
“He will pull through, we do not need a healer.”
You bite the inside of your cheek and keep your eyes on the dirt. Your voice comes out weak. “What are you using on his wound?”
Chan’s head snaps over to you. “It does not matter to you.”
“Your protective nature will be the death of him!” Seungmin hisses. “Let her heal him before we all lose him.”
Chan bristles and snarls at Seungmin, but he doesn’t flinch away, he stands firm in his stance.
“We are crushing up Snow Weed and laying the paste on the wound.” Hyunjin answers you finally.
You look up at the beta with alarmed eyes. “That will only create a cover over the wound, you are trapping the infection inside his system with no exit!”
Alarmed, you look over at Chan, who is eyeing you closely. “If there truly is an infection, your packmate is in dire need of care. Please, let me heal him. I mean you all no harm.”
The alpha stares at you. Ignoring your instincts, you hold his searing eye contact.
“Chan,” Seungmin draws his attention. Chan doesn’t look away from you but turns his chin slightly towards Seungmin to show he’s listening. “It is our only option.”
The alpha thinks for a long moment before he speaks. “You will heal him, then you will leave.”
“Aye, as you wish.”
“If you harm a hair on my packmate’s head, we will kill you, understood?”
You gulp. “Aye, understood.”
He eyes you closely for four more heartbeats. “Come then, omega.”
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You could smell the infection before you saw it; you were also able to hear the sound of shallow, wheeze-like breathing the moment you stepped foot inside the hut.
A man lay on a bed in the back of the hut, a blanket covering him. A damp towel sat on his forehead to try and keep him cool. His eyes were squinted shut in pain, mouth open to intake each pathetic pant and gasp for air.
A thick layer of sweat covered his flushed face.
When you rounded the corner and took another step towards him, another person stepped in front of you with bared teeth. A beta– and a protective one at that.
“She is here to heal Minho, Jisung. Back off.” Seungmin called out quickly.
Jisung’s jaw clenches and he hesitates for a moment before taking a step away from you.
Quickly, you walk over to the edge of the bed. You go to reach for the blankets, but you stop your hands over the top.
You turn around and look at Chan, at the Alpha of the pack. “May I?”
His gaze softens for a moment at your sign of respect. Chan nods and you turn back, slowly peeling back the covers.
Minho’s eyes squint tighter and he winces in pain.
The gauze wrapped around his stomach is already soaked through with pus and blood.
Your heart drops to your gut and you place your satchel of healing ingredients on the bed next to him.
“I’m going to cut the gauze off,” you say out loud to the room before picking up a small dagger.
The air thickens in the room as your fingers curl around the weapon. Gingerly, you reach forward and slice through the soaked bandages.
Minho groans in pain and squirms a bit, he’s awake, but obviously feverish. Placing your hand on his cheek, it’s like you put your hands over a fire, he’s burning up.
Once the gauze is off a gasp catches in your throat. Yes, the wound is covered in crushed Snow Weed, but the infection is leaking out all around it.
The skin surrounding the wound is purple and angry. How has he survived this long?
“What happened to make him this way?” You asked, inspecting the wound.
“Arrow wound,” Jisung answers quickly. “He told no one about it until he suddenly collapsed in pain days later. The infection had already taken root by that time.”
You look up at his face, twisted in pain. So, he’s a stubborn bastard.
“I am going to need a fresh pale of water and a clean rag. Do any of you know of the Dusk Tulip?”
When you receive no response, you turn around and look over your shoulder. Five lycans stare back at you blankly.
“Do any of you know what a Tulip looks like?”
Hyunjin nods. You zero in on him. “It is a Tulip that grows at the base of Maple trees. Dark purple in color. I need as many as you can get me.”
Hyunjin nods and immediately turns around to sprint out of the shack.
Jisung moves quickly as well, gathering fresh water and a rag for you.
You move briskly, dipping the rag in the cold water and ringing out the excess.
“Hail, Minho,” you say to him. He doesn’t acknowledge you, but you know he can hear you. “My name is Y/N, I am the village healer for Beckinsale. And I apologize, this is not going to feel pleasant at all.”
Taking a deep breath, you bring the cloth down to wipe away the Snow Weed coating and the infection that’s seeping out.
Minho grunts and tenses up.
With great care, you clean his wound. The coolness of the water brings a slight bit of relief to his feverish skin.
“Jisung,” you say without looking over at him. “Can you fetch a second pail of water, please?”
Wordlessly, he walks away to grab it.
Chan has not left the corner of the room, he watches you work on Minho wordlessly. His amber gaze scrutinizes every single move you make.
With the wound cleaned off, you watch as the outside edges go from purple to a deep red. You’re giving the wound a few moments to breathe before taking the next step.
The pail of fresh water is placed next to you. You thank Jisung and dip the new, clean rag into it.
You take the sweat covered rag off Minho’s forehead and begin to dab away at his flushed skin. His breathing is extremely labored and hot against your bare arm.
You let your eyes roam over his face. Even pulled in pain, he’s absolutely gorgeous.
The rag with cold water runs all over his face. He keens and leans into it, eyes still closed. Your fingers push his hair off his forehead.
“Chan,” you address the alpha. “You may need to hold him down as I draw the infection out.”
“It will hurt?”
You bite your lip and look down at Minho’s pained face. “Aye, very much so.”
Chan’s boots thud against the wooden floor as he approaches the bed.
“Apologies, Minho. Please know my intentions are not ill.”
Reluctantly, you move away from Minho’s side after placing the fresh, water soaked rag on his forehead.
Chan stands over Minho, hands hovering over his shoulders, ready to grab him.
You move your palms to slightly waver over the wound. Slowly, your eyes shut and you concentrate on the energy within you.
Your hands begin to heat up and emanate a soft, yellow glow.
Within a few seconds, Minho begins to groan in pain. Since your eyes are shut, you’re not able to look at his face and see the way he writhes in anguish.
Chan grabs his shoulders tightly and keeps him down on the bed.
The heat from your palm draws out the infection slowly. With each passing second, Minho’s grunts and growls grow louder and deeper.
“How long will this take?” Chan asks through gritted teeth.
“Only a few more moments, apologies. The infection was in his system for days.”
Since Minho is so lost in the throes of his mind, he doesn’t fight back nearly as much as you thought he would. Either that, or his pain tolerance is something out of this world.
Sweat drips down your face from concentration.
Once you’re sure the entire infection is clear from his system, you drop the spell and take a deep breath. Your eyes open and you look down at the wound.
It looks entirely clean.
Hyunjin comes barreling through the door before you can say anything.
Both you and Chan’s heads whip around.
“Are these correct?” He holds out a bushel full of Dusk Tulips.
“Aye,” you say, relieved, and take them from him. “Perfect. I just need to stitch the wound closed first before I can use these. Thank you.”
Pulling out a needle and thread, you get everything ready to suture the wound shut.
“We did not shut the wound previously because we thought the Snow Weed took away infection,” Seungmin says from behind you.
“Snow Weed creates an impenetrable covering for wounds. You should use it for when large chunks of skin are missing and cannot be sewn shut.” The thread goes through the eye of the needle. “It is still a smart move to put Snow Weed over a wound, do not misinterpret my words.
“In the case of infection, you need to let it come out of the wound, you were mistakenly keeping it in.”
Chan huffs and takes a few steps away from the bed now that he doesn’t need to hold Minho down.
Minho’s face seems to have relaxed considerably. His eyebrows are no longer pinched together, lips parted in a sleeping manner.
“Just a few more moments, Minho. This will not hurt.” You whisper down to him before making the first stitch.
He doesn’t even flinch. But you were also known for being extremely gentle when it came to sutures.
You stick a hand full of Dusk Tulip petals in your mouth and start grinding them between your teeth. Spitting the mass in your hand, you start to press the paste down on the now-closed wound.
“Do you have any fresh bandages?” You turn to Jisung to ask. He nods and rummages through a drawer and gives you the roll.
“I can assist and sit him up.” Seungmin comes closer to the bed. He gently sits Minho up whose muscles are so limp he may as well be a ragdoll.
With the bandage secure around his stomach, Minho is laid back down on the bed.
You grab the rag and dip it in water once more, dabbing any excess sweat from his beautiful skin. You run the rag over his cheeks, down his neck and around the top of his chest.
After swiping over his scent gland, the smell hits you like a ton of bricks.
A fresh citrus and woodsy aroma wraps around you like a python. All of your senses light up like a flame.
Every muscle in your body seizes.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
No way. He’s your…
Quickly, you place the wet rag on his forehead once more and start gathering up your equipment.
“He should wake up in a few hours. Allow him to get plenty of rest. You can change his gauze twice a day. Apply more crushed Dusk Tulips to the wound if the infection persists, but it should be completely gone from his system.”
Your voice wavers and everything falls out quickly. Clearing your throat, you throw everything back into your satchel.
Minho shifts around on the bed, his nose twitching.
“ M…Mate… ”
You cough loudly and turn around to face the other lycans.
“May I please return to my village now?”
Chan eyes you closely, then Minho, then back to you. With each moment, you can feel your heart rate increasing. He’s deadpan for a second and then nods.
“Aye, we will have someone accompany you back to Beckinsale.”
“No need,” you blurt out quickly and walk briskly towards the door. “It was a pleasure meeting you all.”
Before they can respond, you’re out the door, and back into the Enchanted Forest.
Back in the hut, Jisung walks back to Minho’s side and sits on the stool next to the bed.
“Thank the Gods we crossed paths with her,” he says, adjusting the blanket around Minho.
“I have a feeling it will not be the last time we see her,” Hyunjin says cockily, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What do you mean?” Jisung turns to him.
“You will find out soon enough.”
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Minho was floating in a pool of pain for so long. His mind kept coming in and out to the sound of his pack member’s voices.
They were talking to him, trying to get him to open his eyes. He just couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried.
The infection took him by the heart and had him in its evil grip.
For days he went in and out, he had no idea how much time had passed since he was shot with that arrow.
All Minho knew was that he was going to be dead soon. That much was certain.
Until the door to the hut opened and it was like he walked into a Holiday Bakery; cinnamon, apples, and vanilla twisted around his soul and sped up his slowing heart rate.
What was that beautiful smell?
“She is here to heal Minho, Jisung. Back off.”
Who? Who was here to heal him? They brought a healer in? Chan allowed them to bring a healer to their den?
The scent gets stronger and stronger. It’s almost enough motivation for Minho to pry his eyes open.
“May I?”
Oh, that sweet, melodic voice. Angels are jealous of that sound, Minho is certain of that.
Your touch is so ginger, he could cry. Minho’s almost forgotten all about the wound drawing his very soul down to the Underworld.
“Hail, Minho.”
Every nerve in his body sings at the sound of his name tumbling from your mouth. He’s not even sure what you look like, but he knows you’re gorgeous. An angel, you have to look like an angel. If he was able to open his eyes, you would have a halo above your head.
“My name is Y/N, I am the village healer for Beckinsale. And I apologize, this is not going to feel pleasant at all.”
Beckinsale? Are you sure you’re not a being of the afterlife here to hold him and keep him safe?
Y/N from Beckinsale who smells like the sweetest pastry he could ever hope to sink his sharp teeth into.
A rag is dipped into water and the cool bite brings relief over his feverish skin. A sigh of relief comes from his nose.
He falls into the feeling of you surrounding him. The way your scent wafts through his body and soothes his very soul.
The pain of his wound is long forgotten about.
“Apologies, Minho. Please know my intentions are not ill.”
Whatever you say, Angel.
Minho is vaguely aware of the pain that grips his stomach, it’s searing, like it’s being cauterized.
But your scent, your beautiful, angelic scent keeps his mind distracted and in the clouds.
Second by second, the pain gets less and less. The weight that’s been sitting in his chest begins to lift. Heat still hovers over his body, but it only feels like he sat a bit too close to a campfire.
Then, for the first time since his injury, Minho begins to drift off to a peaceful sleep. Not one where he’s riddled with fever dreams and infection induced nightmares. No, a dreamless sleep surrounded by cinnamon, apples, and vanilla.
Will you still be here when he wakes up?
He needs you there.
He hasn’t even seen your face! You’re his fated other half!
Minho tries with all his might to wake up, but the comfort of sleep finally wins when you run your beautifully soft fingers through his sweaty hair.
There’s a slight spike in your scent.
You pull away from him quickly.
No, no, no.
Come back. No, please.
“M… Mate.”
You don’t hear him, you mustn’t have. You’re still leaving, please don’t go. No, please.
Your scent gets weaker and weaker. It no longer sits in the room with you.
Minho gives up and falls asleep on the sweat covered bed.
Y/N from Beckinsale.
It definitely won’t be the last time he’s in a room with you.
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“Now,” you put your hands on your hips after tying the tiniest bandage around a little boy’s knee. “What did we learn about running in the alley?”
“Not to…” he sniffles and wipes the snot leaking from his nose.
You laugh and reach forward, wiping the tears from his eyes gently.
“Exactly, now go on back home for dinner.” You laugh and ruffle his hair. “There’s a basket full of sweets by the door, make sure you grab one. I read in a book somewhere that they make wounds heal faster.”
His eyes light up and he hops off the table, running towards the door and grabbing an entire handful of sweets.
“Thank you, Y/N!” he yells as he runs outside.
Another laugh falls from your lips and you clean up the patient table he was sitting on.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see an almost empty tonic bottle sitting on your workbench.
It’s been three weeks since you healed Minho in the middle of the Enchanted Forest. It’s been three weeks since you had access to Orange Needle Lilies
And it’s been three weeks since you’ve found your mate.
You need more flowers for your own safety. But if you venture back into their land, would they let you leave this time?
Biting your lip nervously, you pace around the floor.
You should’ve asked. You should’ve said that was your one condition for healing him. But were you really in the position to be making demands?
“Shit,” you mutter, still staring at the bottle.
Not having the scent blocker is not a chance you’re willing to take. Especially since there’s an alpha in your village that has been eyeing you up like fresh meat for months now.
You need those flowers.
If you run into the pack, maybe they’ll spare you. You did save Minho’s life after all.
Within a few moments, you have your travel boots laced up and your satchel across your body. A dagger sits comfortably in your pocket.
You’re out the door and walking into the enchanted forest before you can think twice about it.
The air gets thicker the deeper you get into the woods, that’s something you always noticed. It gets heavier and inflates your lungs differently.
A hum rings low through the trees.
Get in, pick the flowers, get out. Get in, pick the flowers, get out.
Your usual area is a clearing in the trees by a babbling brook. The sound of the water flowing over the rocks is usually enough to help conceal your presence to the wolf pack.
You will not slip and fall again.
With a racing heart, you lean down and start clipping the Lilies out of the ground. All of your senses on high alert to your surroundings.
After only about 4 flowers, a twig snaps behind you.
All of your muscles freeze, your blood runs cold.
Slowly, you stand up and look around. Maybe it was just an animal that ran by. Could’ve been a rabbit, or a squirrel.
“You have a lot of nerve coming back here, I will give you that.”
Or a wolf.
“Seungmin,” you gulp and look at the ground nervously. “I apologize, I truly mean no disrespect, I just need these-“
“Flowers, yes, I understand.”
He walks closer to you, face completely unreadable. You look up from the ground at the beta.
Tattered shorts and a mostly ripped shirt adorn his body.
“You cannot keep coming here, Y/N.”
“Please, you do not understand I-“
“Y/N.”
His tone is somewhat begging.
“Seungmin, they do not grow anywhere else.”
“You will have to find an alternative.”
Your jaw clenches and your heart squeezes. An alternative to a scent blocker?
“I do not see the harm in my being here. I only require flowers.”
Your own bravery surprises you.
“If we let you galavant all over our land, we would have to let everyone do so.”
“Galavant? I am picking flowers!” You sputter and frown, an angry look begins pulling at your face. You take a few steps closer to Seungmin.
The beta bristles outwardly at your confrontation but holds his ground.
“Do you forget that I saved your packmate’s life? I am only asking to come pick flowers. Flowers that will save my life.”
His eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“Your life?”
“I am unmarked, Seungmin. If he catches a whiff I-“
You cut yourself off. Looking down at the ground, you sigh, throat constricting with frustrated tears.
“Just forget it. I will not bother your pack anymore.”
Both of you stand in silence for a long moment before you gather yourself and brush past Seungmin.
You bump your shoulder into his.
It’s petty, but you do it.
“By the way,” you start without looking back. “I can tell by the redness of your eyes you are beginning to fall ill with a seasonal sickness. Chew on onion stems to help keep the symptoms at bay.”
And with that, you walk away from the clearing. Only four Lilies in your satchel.
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“I am fully healed and you know it, you should have let me go with Seungmin.” Minho’s voice has a sharp bite to it.
Chan continues walking away, not giving Minho the time of day. But the younger wolf walks after him.
“Seungmin can handle one person by himself,” Chan responds, picking up the ax to cut firewood.
“I am aware of that, but you will not let me leave the den. Why am I some sort of prisoner now?”
“Drop it, Minho.”
He splits a log in half with a mighty swing.
“One measly little injury and suddenly you imprison me!”
“Minho.”
Another swing.
“It has been weeks and every time I try to go anywhere you look down upon me.”
“You almost died!” Chan whips around at him, fire in his eyes. “And if it were not for that human you would be dead.” He spits at him.
The way he sneers when he mentions you has Minho’s blood boiling. Anger creeps up under his collar and into his mind.
“Do not speak of her as if she is scum,” Minho growls.
Chan’s eyebrows furrow further in anger. “I never said she was scum, you made that jump yourself.”
Both lycans stare each other in the eye, neither wanting to be the one that breaks the intense eye contact.
“You do not even know her, Minho.”
“I do not need to!”
A whoosh followed by snapping comes from the edge of the woods.
“Another pissing contest?” Seungmin sighs as he walks closer to the two brooding Alphas.
Chan glares at Minho for a moment longer before looking at Seungmin, who was chewing on an onion stem.
“Did you take care of the problem?”
“Aye, it was only-“
“Good.” Chan interrupts him and turns to walk away. He only just started chopping wood; why was he leaving already? And why did he cut Seungmin off?
“Who was it?” Minho presses, lips pursing in confusion.
Seungmin’s eyes flicker from Minho, to Chan, then back to Minho before shaking his head.
“A stray beggar. I took care of the problem.”
He shifts from foot to foot and then walks past Minho. The wind kicks up at that moment.
That’s when Minho smells it.
Cinnamon, apples, and vanilla.
Acting on instinct, Minho’s hand flies out and grabs Seungmin’s tattered shirt in a death-like grip.
He yanks him to be nose to nose.
“It was her,” he grits out between his teeth. “Y/N was there.”
Surprise flickers through Seungmin’s eyes. His hand comes up and grabs Minho’s to try and get him to release his collar.
Chan stops mid step and turns to look at them.
“My mate was here. That’s why you would not allow me to go with Seungmin. Not because you were concerned about my health.”
Minho grips Seungmin even tighter.
“What did you do to her?” He barks. “Did you hurt her? If you even laid a hand on her, I swear to the Gods, I will-“
Seungmin shoves his shoulder roughly. “You will do what? Nothing, now back off. I did not even touch her, she pushed into me as she was leaving.”
“Why was she here?” Minho presses.
“Drop it, Minho.” Chan growls.
He ignores him, “Why does she keep coming here?”
“Flowers.” Seungmin snaps at him, walking away from the two bristling lycans. “She comes here for Orange Needle Lilies, she uses them as a scent blocker.”
“A scent blocker?” Minho asks. Chan doesn’t respond. He stares him down, his alpha gaze does nothing to unnerve his packmate.
A feeling of dread begins to crawl up his spine and settles at the back of his neck.
Minho turns on his heel, his mind made up.
There’s a rough yank on the back of his collar. Involuntarily, Minho growls and turns, teeth bared at whoever grabbed him.
Chan looks down at him with an equally challenging look.
“Where do you think you are going?” Chan barks.
“To Beckinsale,” Minho answers dangerously.
“No, you are not.’
“You are not my father. I am going to see my mate.” Minho shoves away from him.
“I am your pack leader and I am saying no , Minho.”
“To Hell with you, Chan.”
With one last push against his shoulders, Minho frees himself from Chan. They both stare at each other for a long moment, neither wolf saying anything, and neither want to give up.
Eventually, Minho bares his teeth and rolls his eyes before walking away back into the hut.
That nagging, anxious feeling continuously pricks at the back of his neck, making all of his hair stand up on the end.
Something is happening, something is wrong, he just knows it.
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The last of your scent blocking salve was used three days ago.
Since then you’ve rarely left your home and if you did, you wore a high necked blouse or scarf. You made yourself scarce around the village.
You’re going to have to return to normal life soon, and you will. But not now.
Not when your heat is only a day or so away. It could hit any second now, you can feel the beginning stages thrumming within you. Your skin crawls with tiny pin pricks.
This will be your first heat without scent blockers. And the thought of it is making you a humming ball of anxiety.
There was only one problem– you needed food to make it through the next few days, and that meant leaving your home. Any other alpha or beta will be able to smell you from miles away. As soon as you step outside your door, you’re surely done for.
You bite your thumbnail and pace right by your front door. A tight, high-collared sweater adorned with a thick knit scarf on top rests on your body.
Why didn’t you go out earlier?
Staring down out the window, you find your courage– you need food to get through this, there’s no way you’ll make it through without proper nutrition.
Without another moment to hesitate, you open the door and make your way down to the local market. You wrap the scarf even tighter around your neck and keep your head down.
The sun set about twenty minutes ago, darkness creeping through the sky.
You decide to take back alleys and less populated streets to the market– at the time, it seemed like the best idea.
It wasn’t until you passed by someone and a low growl came from their throat that you realized that it was, in fact, the worst decision you could’ve ever made.
The growl was followed by a deep inhale.
Gulping, you try to walk faster to the market, the end of the alleyway was only about fifteen meters away.
‘Shit, shit, shit.’ You think to yourself.
“Mmm,” the male hums from the back of his throat. “If it isn’t the village healer.”
Your blood runs cold. Out of all the people in Beckinsale, it had to be him. The Blacksmith’s son who had been eyeing you for months, maybe even years– preaching around the village about he was going to lay claim to you one day.
Deciding to ignore him and keep walking, you pick up the pace, your legs carrying you faster down the alleyway.
“Do not be daft, girl, I know you heard me.”
Fear creeps up the back of your neck and into your hair. Just keep walking, Y/N. Get into a more populated area.
A strong, vice grip snatches your wrist and yanks you backwards.
Before you could scream, a hand clamps over your mouth and your body is slammed backwards into the alleyway wall. The stone connects with the back of your skull with a crack.
Rotten, nasty smells surround your nose and your body physically recoils away from it. The Blacksmith’s son was a huge, stocky man whose outward appearance accurately reflected his strength. The hand over your mouth was about as big as your face.
“Is that a heat I smell, little omega?” He leans down further, crowding your space. His greasy hair hangs in front of his eyes.
Alpha eyes getting darker and darker as the smell of your heat seeps through the collar of your shirt and scarf.
His other hand comes up and rips the scarf away from your neck.
You squeal behind his hand and reach up, trying your hardest to pry it off your mouth to scream for help. Your nails scratch at his leathery skin, your entire body writhes around against the stone.
Please, anybody come into the alley, please.
His head ducks down and goes right into the crook of your neck and takes a deep inhale. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes when you hear the dark growl rumble in his chest.
You shove as hard as you can against his chest, but he doesn’t budge. All those years working as a blacksmith has left him built like a brick wall.
“Holy fuck you smell so good,” he moans into your ear taking in your scent. You’re sure you couldn’t smell that good, not with the fear you’re feeling coursing through your veins and souring the scent.
He leans back, eyes completely black. The tears in your eyes spill down your cheeks.
“Cannot wait to claim you as my omega.”
Thick fingers reach up to the top of your shirt and in one sharp movement, he tears open the front, all of the buttons pop open and fly out onto the stone.
Another cry is muffled by his hand.
Your scent seeps through the alley, filling the cracks in the pavement.
Sobs wrack your chest.
“Good little omega…” His disgusting fingers trail down your neck.
Right as they’re about to touch your scent gland, one of the deepest, darkest, strongest growls shoots down the alley.
Both of you jolt.
Your eyes frantically look over at the source; scream after scream being muffled by the Blacksmith’s hand.
Bright, amber eyes glare down the alleyway with murderous intent.
The very sight of them fills you with an unreal level of relief.
“Get your vile hands off my mate .”
His voice is like a balm over your fear. You’ve never felt such instant relief to your emotions in your life. It’s like putting a safety blanket over your shoulders. A haze falls over your mind at the melody.
Mate, alpha, mate, safe, mate.
“Get the fuck outta here, she is unclaimed,” your captor snarls back.
Another snarl comes from the other man.
He begins to take step after step towards the two of you, each one faster than the other.
Once his face is visible, your heart leaps in your chest.
Minho.
Your mate came to save you.
His eyes lock with yours, they soften considerably as they gaze upon your fear twisted face, the tears still stream down your cheeks.
It’s the first time he’s seeing your face. His entire world seems to stop.
You try to whimper his name but it’s still muffled.
Minho’s eyes flicker back to your captor, darkening once more.
“I am giving you one last opportunity to let her go before I tear your throat out.” Minho snarls, still striding towards you. His boots click on the stone.
“I would love to see you try–” The Blacksmith is cut off when Minho punches a sharp right hook into his nose. He stumbles and falls to the ground, clutching at his face. Blood oozes through his fingers.
You’re able to breathe through your mouth finally.
“Alpha.” Is the only word you’re able to utter at Minho, chest rising and falling with heavy pants. Your mate’s eyes snap to yours.
He takes in your form carefully, sweeping over each of your features lovingly. Your eyebrows pull together, your skin begins burning with a need to be touching him. You need him to hold you, touch you, kiss you– anything.
“Alpha, please,” you hiss.
He steps closer to you, taking his cloak off from around his shoulders. He wraps it around you carefully, closing the front.
Fresh citrus and woods envelopes you and you could cry even more from the relief his scent brings you. A gentle kiss is pressed to your forehead.
“Just one moment, dear.”
Minho steps away from you, face immediately morphing into one of murderous intent as he looks at the Blacksmith.
The pathetic man looks up at him with a frightened yelp. “Get away from me!” He cries out.
Minho’s scent invades your senses, wrapping around you and putting you in a protective bubble. You’re vaguely aware of the sounds of Minho beating the living daylights out of the Blacksmith but you couldn’t care less.
Your heat decided to hit you like a brick wall the moment Minho stepped into your senses. Suddenly, he’s the only thing your brain knows.
You sink down onto the ground, shrinking in on yourself inside Minho’s warm cloak.
Muffled screams and muted punches ring out in the background. But you can only mewl softly, curling further and further into the fabric.
You don’t even register when the fighting stops. Two warm hands are grabbing you gently, bringing your chin up to meet dazzling brown eyes.
Minho looks over every inch of your face, his thumbs come up and wipe the tear streaks off your cheeks.
“Did he hurt you?” Everything about his voice is so tender; its a complete one-eighty from the way he was speaking to the Blacksmith.
You shake your head, unable to tear your eyes away from his. Your lids droop, chest still heaving with pants.
It’s like an unscratchable itch settles in your smalls.
The longer you surround yourself in Minho’s scent, the wetter and wetter your slick gets the fabric.
“Alpha,” you murmur again, leaning into his touch.
His jaw clenches and he cups you closely, his thumb swipes back and forth over the soft skin of your cheek. Every ounce of his self restraint is being tested.
Minho’s cock jumps in his pants at the sight of you desperate before him.
His resolve on following Chan’s wishes broke about two hours ago when his wolf kept screaming at him to find you, that something was wrong.
Chan be damned, his instincts kept you safe.
“Let’s get you home, Y/N.” He reaches forward and scoops you up into his arms.
As the fabric of his cloak shifts around, your scent mixed with his puffs out and into his nose. An audible moan pulls from his throat and he has to shut his eyes and focus on staying calm lest he wanted to take you against the alleyway wall.
The way your warm, homey smells blends together seamlessly with this outdoorsy ones sends Minho’s brain into a frenzy.
Mate, claim, mate, mark, mate. HIs wolf howls at him.
He takes a deep, shaky breath and stands up with you in his arms. You whimper and curl into him further.
Your head falls into the crook of his neck, your nose nudging at his scent gland.
It’s driving him insane.
“Y/N,” he strains out. “Where– Which way?” He asks.
You moan into his neck, rubbing your head all over him, further blending your scents. His knees almost give out right then and there.
“Need you, Alpha.” Your hand comes out of the cloak and grabs at his shirt.
“I am right here, my little omega.” Minho presses his lips to your forehead. “Please,” he whispers into your skin. “Let me get you home and I will do whatever you need, Y/N. Your alpha will take good care of you.”
Releasing his shirt, you point in one direction down the alley.
Minho doesn’t hesitate, he briskly walks in that direction, keeping you close to his chest. Throughout the entire walk, you motion in vague directions while nosing at his neck, leaving small pecks that make his legs turn to jelly.
You coo softly against him, squirming around every few seconds as your heat takes a hold of your body.
The timer on his self control is ticking down by the second.
He’s been dreaming about you ever since you took care of him like some angel from the afterlife, and now that he finally has you in his arms, he never wants to let go.
Finally, you point to a small cottage tucked away in the corner of the village.
Minho heaves a sigh of relief and almost sprints up to the door, opening it and stepping inside so fast you would think someone was chasing him.
The entire cottage smells like you in the best way.
After spending night after night trying to recall just how sweet you smell, being inside your cottage feels like a dip in a hot bath.
He makes his way through the house and into a room that holds a large bed in the middle.
How can a cottage he’s never set foot in feel so familiar ?
With great care, he lays you down on your bed. When he goes to stand up, your arms lock around his neck.
“No, Alpha, please,” you whine into his neck. “Need you so bad. I need my alpha.”
Minho audibly groans, he has to place a hand on the bed to stop his body from crumpling.
“I will be right back, my dove. I only need to check the locks on the door.”
He buried his own face in your neck, inhaling your gorgeous scent. You keen and coo at his attention.
“You will come right back?” You ask.
“Aye, I will. You will not even know I left the room.”
You press one long, last kiss to the crook of his neck before slowly unwinding your arms from around his neck.
Minho peels himself away from you and goes back to the front door, checking each and every lock on the door and windows.
He should take more time to really inspect each one, but his inner wolf is absolutely clawing at his self control.
Mate. Mark. Claim. Mate. Mine.
Sweat drips down the back of his neck, his hands shaking.
But as much as his wolf wanted to claim you, he also wanted to protect you and never let a single thing ever happen to you again. He would make sure that you were never put into harm's way.
The last lock is inspected and secure.
Minho turns on his heel and practically runs back to your room.
The smell of your arousal permeates the air thicker and thicker the closer he gets to your room. You smell so sickeningly sweet, he can’t wait to sink his teeth into you.
Tiny whimpers invade his ears and each one sends a shot of arousal to his cock.
He knocks on your door before entering.
His mouth goes dry, his inner wolf howls.
In the time that it took for him to check the locks, you pushed pillows and blankets into a nest, his cloak right under your head.
You also stripped yourself of all your clothes. Your beautiful nude form right in the middle of the bed.
Fingers buried deep into your cunt.
Slick drips down your folds and onto the sheets.
Your fingers seem to be doing nothing to help your hazy state. There was only one thing that could help.
“Minho,” you moan out, turning your head to look at him. A thin sheen of sweat covers your body. “ Please. ”
His instincts decide to push him into the passenger’s seat.
He’s striding to you as fast as his legs would take him, his hands already working on ripping his own shirt off.
A growl tears from his throat as he climbs on the bed, stalking up your body with predator-like eyes.
“Did you make a pretty nest for us, little one?”
You nod with a scarlet haze over the bridge of your nose and up your cheeks to your ears.
Minho wastes no time smashing your lips together. He licks and sucks your mouth like it’s candy.
He cages you down on the mattress with his strong arms. Your free hand threads into his hair and keeps him as close as possible.
It’s sloppy and disgusting, spit leaks out down your chin. Your tongues dance with one another, he licks around your mouth while you whimper and suck on his tongue.
Neither of you can control the noises you’re making.
Your walls clench down on your own fingers.
“Been dreaming of you every single night, omega.” He growls against your lips before capturing them again. “Your scent has been driving me wild.”
Mewing, you bite his lower lip and pull back for it to snap back against his teeth.
Slowly, Minho can feel the itch of his own rut beginning to tickle at the base of his spine. Your heat must be triggering it.
“I have never smelled anything as good as you do.” Minho trails his wet kisses down your neck to lick all over your skin. He stops at your scent gland, his tongue raking over it in slow, long, wet, strokes.
He’s taking his time like he would with a dessert.
Every single lick makes you moan and keen into his touch. Your fingers start thrusting in and out of yourself faster and faster. But it doesn’t help, it only makes you burn even more.
“Minho,” you pant, pulling on his hair. He fights against your pull, not wanting to be parted from your scent gland. “Minho!” You try again, whining.
He growls low in his throat, one of his hands coming down to glide down the side of your body to your hip. His large palm rests against your red hot skin.
The licks and sucks are sending you wild.
“Alpha!” You cry out, his body jolts a bit and he finally lifts his head. Blacked out, hazy eyes watch you closely. “Need you to touch me please. ”
Minho smirks and keeps eye contact with you while kissing down your body. He bites your collarbones, kisses the skin between them, then underneath them.
When he gets down to your breast, he envelopes an entire nipple in his mouth and sucks hard .
You cry out, your head tilting back to arch off the bed.
Minho has none of that, this alpha wants eye contact, he wants submission to him. He fists a hand in your hair and yanks your head so that you look at him.
“Eyes on me, Omega.” He licks around your pebbled bud again, sucking harshly. “Perfect,” he says around your nipple. “Perfect for our pups to suckle on.”
Pride rips through you at your alpha’s words. Your heat has you in its clutches, the only thing your body wants is to make pups, breed, fuck, get pregnant.
Minho switches to the other nipple, keeping his eyes on you. Your hand still in his hair cards through gently, pushing the strands off his forehead.
After a harsh bite, you grab a fistful with a moan.
Meanwhile, your slick is dripping down your fingers and staining the sheets underneath you. Every flick of his tongue makes you clench around your fingers.
You start to thrust in and out in time with his licks.
It’s still not enough.
Your eyebrows knit together and you whine, trying to curl your own fingers to make you feel good.
Minho notices your struggle and smirks. “Do you need your alpha to touch you?”
“Yes!” you cry out, frustration creeping down your collar. “I need my alpha so bad!”
Minho hums and runs his hand down your body to grab your wrist. He sits up after leaving one more mark on your chest.
Carefully, he pulls your fingers out of your cunt with a wet squelch.
“Fuck,” he groans under his breath as he watches your slick drip down your folds. The smell is absolutely intoxicating.
Minho brings your hand up to his mouth, he licks all the way up your forearm, up your hand, to take your fingers into his mouth.
His hips jolt forward at your taste.
If he thought your scent was amazing, then your taste was otherworldly.
His eyes close and he loses himself in your taste, suckling on your lithe fingers, tongue swirling around the digits.
You’re panting while watching him. Wherever he touches you is the only place that stops burning with need and desire.
“Minho…” you coo and your hips wiggle around impatiently.
Bringing your hand out of his mouth, he stares directly at your glistening folds.
“Need to taste you more.”
He practically dives in, tongue licking a long strip from bottom to the top, circling your clit to lap back down at your hole.
Your entire body arcs and you scream out in pleasure. One hand flies down to pull at his hair again, your hips grind into his face.
It feels so good .
Minho grabs your hips, thumbs pressing down on the bone to keep you still.
He’s losing himself second by second in your juices. It’s like he’s drinking a honeyed ale, he’s getting absolutely drunk on you.
The entire world could collapse around the two of you right now and he wouldn’t stop.
His rut seems to have taken full control of his body.
Mate, mark, claim, taste, fuck, breed.
His cock is so fucking hard in his trousers but he doesn’t want to take his mouth away from you, not for a second.
Over and over again he laps at your clit, each time you moan and pull his hair.
Incoherent babbles fall from your lips telling him how good he’s making you feel, how much you need him.
“Close, close, close,” you repeat like a prayer, a rubber band pulling tighter and tighter inside you.
One of his hands moves from your hip to thrust two fingers into your pulsing hole. Minho’s eyes roll back in his head at how soft and velvety you feel around his fingers.
His wolf howls at him to fuck you already, to sink his cock inside you and cum over and over again until it takes hold.
But the man wants— no, needs— you to cum in his mouth.
His tongue flicks over your clit at the same time he curls his fingers up to hit a spot within you and your body tenses.
Instead of crying out, your mouth stretches open and no sound comes out.
Your walls clamp down on his fingers and pulse as your orgasm rips through you. The grip on his hair tightens so much.
As your juices leak out around his fingers, he laps it up greedily.
Once the main waves of your orgasm pass, you finally let out a strained grunt, chest heaving with pants and moans.
His name falls from you like a mantra.
The itch within you was scratched, but just for a split second. The moment you come down from your orgasm, that burning begins once more.
He knows it. He knows the only thing that’ll make it go away is his knot.
His fingers slide out of you and he crawls over you to hover over your panting form.
Your hair is frizzy and messy, eyes hazy and fucked out, swollen lips parted. Minho desperately wants this image of you to stay burned into his memory.
“Minho,” you moan to him.
“Taste how delicious you are.” Gently, he pushes his fingers past your lips.
Immediately, your tongue licks around his digits. The feeling causes him to buck his hips forward into yours. His clothed cock ruts into your soaking cunt.
Both of you moan together.
You suck on his fingers and taste whatever you can.
He can only take it for a few seconds before he pulls them away and replaces them with his tongue.
The taste of your juices is swapped between your tongues.
“Need you,” you moan between kisses. “Need my alpha.” Kiss. “Need your knot.”
Once more he bucks into you involuntarily. He needs you just as bad as you need him.
“I will give you what you want.” He bites your lip. “My little omega.”
He pulls away from you. “Flip over for me, little one.”
Immediately, you do what he says.
Minho stands up from the bed to shuck off his trousers and heavy boots. His cock springs free and he strokes himself a few times, eyes following how you arch your back on your hands and knees, presenting yourself for him.
His tongue licks his lips and then it pulls between his teeth.
You’re so fucking gorgeous.
“Alpha, please ,” you whine and look back over your shoulders.
He crawls back onto the mattress and gives your ass cheek a sharp slap.
“Be patient.”
Minho lines up behind you, fisting the base of his cock. He rubs it up and down your slick.
The two of you moan out in unison.
Mewling, you push your hips backwards to try and spear yourself on him. Minho is quick to slap your asscheek again.
“Omegas who do not behave do not get their alpha’s knots.” His hand rubs over where he slapped.
You whine and bury your face into his cloak still bunched underneath you. Your back arches more and you can’t keep still.
Your hips twitch, hole clenching around nothing the more he rubs his cock head in your slick.
“Minho!” You whine, the frustration is killing you.
He clicks his tongue at your impatience. “Fine, then. I will give you what you want.”
His tone is dark and he shoves into you without further notice.
Your walls stretch around him deliciously. He’s so big you think you can feel him in your throat. The pleasure shoots right into your thighs.
Minho’s eyes roll back in his head at the feeling of your wetness surrounding him.
He doesn’t even try to take it slow. His wolf holds the reins tightly and begins slamming into you over and over again.
He’s thrusting so hard, his hips slap into your ass with each stroke.
More babbling comes from your mouth.
Minho reaches forward and grabs a fistful of your hair, lifting your head up from the cloak.
Your tongue lulls out of your mouth.
“Fucking look at that,” he moans in awe. “Only inside you for a minute and you are already cock drunk.”
Your eyes glaze over and you lose yourself in the feeling of him abusing your little hole.
“Feel so fucking good wrapped around me. You were made for me, little omega.”
The only sound you are able to muster is a tiny ‘ mhmm! ’
“So fucking good for me, good for your alpha.”
“Only for you, Alpha!”
A sharp smack lands on your ass again, you cry out.
“That’s right. Just for me. Just for your alpha. No one else. This cunt right here is all mine. ”
He looks down at where he can see his cock disappearing inside you to come back out coated in your delicious slick. It makes him feel insane.
Minho can’t control himself anymore, not that he would want to.
It’s animalistic, the way he wants to devour you.
He tugs on your hair and brings you up so your back is flush with his chest. The hand in your hair moves around to grab your throat. His other hand splays out on your lower stomach.
“Can fucking feel my cock fucking you right here.” He presses down on your stomach and your head falls back against his shoulder.
The moans you’re making are so involuntary.
“Going to stuff you so full of pups. You’ll look so fucking good pregnant, carrying our children. So swollen and full.”
At the base of his cock, Minho can feel his knot begin to form, it prods and catches on your entrance more every stroke.
“Please, please, please,” you cry like a mantra.
“You want that, little girl? You want to carry my pups? You want me to fuck a baby into you?”
“Yes! Please! Please, Minho! It feels so good!”
His inner wolf howls at your pleasure. It’s all he wants.
“Close, Alpha. Please, mark me, please, please.”
Minho’s hips stutter at your words, but when his tempo comes back, it’s rough . Every stroke is unforgiving, he’s racing towards the finish line as fast and hard as he can.
Fuck, he wants to claim you so bad. It’s all he’s wanted for weeks since you first set foot in the hut.
“My omega wants my mark? She wants me to claim her as mine?”
You nod in his grasp, he feels you gulp. “Yes! I need it. Need everyone to know I’m yours.”
Minho growls, his nose buries into the crook of your neck right at your scent gland.
The idea of you wearing his mark proudly makes him feral: you in low collared shirts to purposefully parade your mating mark, you nursing your pups with that bite inches away.
He needs it like he needs air to breathe. How can one person make him feel this way?
His hand squeezes a bit on your throat.
“I’ll give you my mark, Omega. I’ll claim you. You’ll be mine forever.”
He feels you clench down more. The knot at the base of his cock inflates more and more.
His orgasm is dangling in front of him teasingly. But he needs you to cum again, he needs to feel you clench down around him.
The muscles in his abdomen are painfully tight.
The hand on your hip moves to rub circles on your clit in time with his thrusts.
“‘M close, Minho, please. Bite me, please. My mate, please. ”
His mind whites out.
Sharp canines sink into your flesh around your scent gland.
One of the loudest cries of pleasure ever comes from deep within your chest. Your eyes squeeze shut and your walls clench around him as your second orgasm tears through you like a train.
Minho’s knot shoves inside you as his own pleasure peaks and hits him like a ton of bricks. The sweet metallic taste of your blood flooding his mouth, your scent keeping his brain on Earth.
Cum shoots from his cock and floods your walls for what feels like forever.
Neither of you have ever felt something so heavenly before. Two souls merge into one.
Slowly, you both start coming down to earth. Minho’s hand around your neck starts massaging at the sensitive skin.
You whine when he removes his teeth from your skin.
He coos and laps up at the blood streaming down your body. Small kisses pepper the outside of the mark.
Sweet nothings tumble from his lips. “Beautiful, beautiful mate. All mine. So sweet, so beautiful.”
Carefully, he maneuvers the two of you to lay down on your sides, his knot still buried within you. He has a feeling it will be there for a while.
He brings the blankets up over your exhausted bodies.
Your skin is no longer burning with need, instead you’re in a content, happy bubble, your mate’s arms wrapped around you safely.
Never in your life have you felt such comfort. You’re floating on a cloud.
His woodsy smell acts like a second blanket.
Small hums leave you as you snuggle back into his chest more.
Minho chuckles and kisses your bare shoulder.
Your brain comes out of your heat-induced fog. But, instead of panicking, you find yourself happier than ever.
One of your hands comes up to play with the fingers of the hand that’s by your head. His arm acting like a pillow.
“I would have gotten shot with an arrow sooner if it meant I would find you.” He jokes, breaking the silence.
You giggle. It’s music to his ears.
He continues. “Your voice broke through the delirium of the infection.” Another kiss to your shoulder. “I remember thinking you were an Angel here to bring me into the afterlife.”
You flush, embarrassed at his sweet words.
“And I remember thinking you were the most handsome man I have ever seen, even laying on your deathbed.”
He hums happily and leans up on his elbow. You turn around as much as you can to look up at him with a happy smile.
“It is nice to officially meet you, Minho.”
Your fingers come up to brush over his cheek gently.
His heart swells, eyes shine in the candlelight of your room.
“My beautiful mate.” He leans down and kisses you softly. “Thank you for saving my life.”
You’re hardly able to continue the kiss, you’re smiling too much. “And thank you for saving mine.”
His nose rubs against your cheek in a display of affection.
“No one will ever harm you again, my dove.”
You laugh and brush your fingers through his hair. Kiss after kiss lands on your bare skin. He focuses more on your mating mark.
It makes you feel giddy.
“Well,” you giggle. “I think you may need to protect me from your pack leader.”
Minho chuckles. “He will get over it. I would like to see him try and keep us apart now.”
He leans down and presses your lips together. “My beautiful omega.”
“My handsome alpha.”
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Hey, Love your fics! Can you do a SFW (or NSFW if you’re feeling up to it) alphabet about the playboy yandere (or the jock)?
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YANDERE!PLAYBOY // SFW Alphabet
A/N ;; Thank you so much!! i’ll start off with the SFW alphabet for kieran and then do the jocks! I may do the NSFW alphabets later on<3.
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Very affectionate to you if you’re in a relationship. Mainly likes physical affection and will always be touching you in some way. (Hand around shoulder, arm, thigh etc)
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
would NOT be a good best friend. The only reason why he’s friends with you is because he’s in love with you 😭 with his other ‘friends’ hes not reliable at all, doesn’t really care for them, just keeps them around because it makes him look good. But with you, He just pretends you guys are in an established relationship (delusional king fr)
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He’d be the be the big spoon 101%. Holds you quite tight, his body temperature is always cold so that might be a negative.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
He has really bad commitment issues but with you he’d want to settle down really quickly. If you wanted him to move into your house hed do so in an instant, or if you wanted a new house/flat? he’d have the documents in hand.
Average at cooking, he wouldn’t burn the whole house down but he also wouldn’t make a 5 star meal. Horrible at baking though. Hed struggle to clean because he’s used to others doing it for him
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
With his past girlfriends, he’d either ghost them or be very straight up and rude if they don’t get the hint.
With you? Even if you were the worst person in the world, you’re not going anywhere LOL.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
To be honest, I think he would find marriage stupid and useless, What’s the point of some words on a paper showing you’re in a relationship?
BUT, if you even slightly wanted it, then he would get married and give an extravagant wedding also inviting literally everyone he knows so he can show off the relationship. Or he’d get married with you, if he can see that you’re slowly getting tired of him, He’ll bring it up suddenly and will not give you an option to say no.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Emotionally, He tries hard for you, but sometimes he takes things like a joke too far beccause he’s used to lacking empathy. But if he notices you’re upset, he’ll apologise and practically go on his knees for you
Physically, He’s gentle but sort of man-handles you?? Not in a rude way but he’d move you with his arms instead of telling you to move or always initiates physical contact even though you may not want it.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
LMFAOO IM SO SORRY BUT HED BE THE TYPE TO BE LIKE “aha Y/N, where’s my hug at?”
joking (probably..), Hed always want to be the arms above and he’d hug you very tightly, close to the point where it’s hard to breathe. While hugging you, he’d sway your body side to side (idk if that makes sense)
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
As soon as you say yes into being his partner. Or maybe even before that.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Gets jealous very very VERY easily. If he sees you hanging out w another man, he’d jealous so fast. ESPECIALLY if that man made you laugh.
When he’s jealous, he doesn’t show it angrily or sadly. Yeah he’s angry, but he just flirts more with you, grows more protective over you and doesn’t show the aggresive side to you, but rather the perpetrator.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Loves to smother you in kisses, His kisses are rough and hard, almost to the point where it hurts. He tries to always have a flirtatious personality but sometimes when he kisses you, you can feel the desperate aura around him. Almost as if he thinks you’d disappear if he let go. He likes kissing you everywhere, but does it more on the lips and your forehead. He’d love for you to kiss his cheek and biceps the most.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
I think this is the only time where you could see Kieran being slightly awkward. He’s a lot more calm and toned down around them. He wouldn’t actively try to communicate with children, but if they approach him, he’d try his best to listen and answer. (He would prefer them not coming to him though.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
It’s cute. Mornings are the rare times where he has his guard down and is overall just sweet. He loves it when you stay in bed for an extra five minutes and would hug you tightly, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear along with soft kisses. He’s quite vulnerable during the mornings and you can really feel how grateful he is to be with you.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
This is the SFW alphabet so unfortunately i can’t say what he’d normally do :(.
But on the more quiet nights, He’d like to hug you, while he’s the big spoon and wait for you to fall asleep before he would try too. If he can’t fall asleep he’d gently try to turn your body around and stare at your face (a bit creepily) before he’ll grow tired.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Very very slowly. He’d know your whole life story before you know a portion of his. If you never asked I don’t even think he’d reveal his backstory. But if you were to be quite stubborn about it, he’d tell you everything and more.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
With you? Extreme amount of patience, but may get frustrated with your lack of attention to him.
With others? He doesn’t care about them enough to get angry at them. But if it affects you in any way? Consider that person dead.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Every single detail. Even the things you didn’t tell him. Focuses on you like it’s the most important subject ever.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
1. When you finally laughed at his cheesy joke/pickup line
2. When you finally said yes to his confessions and kissed him
3. this whole moment.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
If he sees you speaking with someone who he views as a threat? They’d be on the news in less than a week.
Would protect you by constantly being by your side, low-key overbearing but whatever.
He’d rather protect you than vice versa. But he would like to be protected by your reassurance once you guys get into a steady relationship. Even if he is very confident, he does think bad scenarios sometimes.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Tries extremely hard. Knows everything about you so would but a gift you had wanted for a long time, or if you didn’t know you wanted but once he gave it too you, you’d be shocked at how much you’d needed it. Dates, anniversaries etc extremely romantic, he has a lot of money to spend and would spend it all on you. Even when you guys aren’t dating he’d go all out.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
his whole personality LOL
kidding, he gets jealous really quickly, he would kidnap you if he could tell you REALLY weren’t interested in him, He has no empathy for anyone other than you, he would essentially do anything for you if you asked (beside leaving you alone.)
since he is a yandere, I feel like the relationship would get toxic on Y/Ns side after a while. He’d still be enamoured whilst for you, it could begin to get tiring. (Or not LOL)
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He knows he’s good looking. He has a small routine but other than that he just lets his looks carry him.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
He’d be a goner without you. Ever since he met you, there’s not a single time where he doesn’t think about you. If you were ever to disappear? He’d search the whole world for you and wouldn’t stop. He cannot live without you.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Owns a letterman jacket in every colour.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He likes anything that you do.
But with other people, if they act like they know him when they clearly don’t. Most of the school acts like that, that’s why he doesn’t like anyone but pretends too.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Wraps his arm around you tightly. If you wake up before him, you’re trapped. He’s a light sleeper so he’d wake up if you moved a tiny bit. But would pretend to still be asleep so he could cuddle you a little more.
purerae<3
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HAZBIN MASTERLIST
Disclaimer; let it be known that I do not enjoy Viv as a person. However I cannot deny that as the show stands, without taking any of the creators in it into consideration, I do enjoy it. I find that it may be better for me mentally to just let the brainrot happen rather than suppress it. With that said, let's get to the Masterlist!
Like the other lists, you can find all the appropriate links here! Remember to check my bio for status updates on requests
If any of the links are incorrect let me know!
As of April 1st 2024 this list is complete
CHARLIE:
Platonic charlie x sleepy!fallen angel!reader
Trope 1 w/ charlie
B c d with charlie
ANGEL DUST:
Angel Dust x fallen seraphim!reader
J K X w/ Angel
VAGGIE:
Vaggie x anxious!reader
HUSK:
Valentines w/ Husk
Husk x entertainer!reader
Platonic husk w/ reader seeing him as a father figure
Prompts 2 and 9 for husk
Husk resting his head on your lap
Husk trying to talk the reader out of asking out alastor
SIR PENTIOUS:
Snuggling w/ a warm reader
Valentine's w/ Sir Pentious
General fluff hcs
Sir Pentious x Gardener!reader
Sir Pentious x inventor!reader
Sir pentious x powerful but uninterested!reader
Sir pentious defending the reader
Trope 3 w/ Sir pentious
Prompt 1 w/ pentious
Sir pentious x flirty!reader
Platonic sir pentious x demon kid reader
C k p with sir pentious
Redeemed pentious x angel reader
Pentious x anxious reader
Q-Z + bonus prompt with pentious
Tropes 1-4 with sir pentious
A-P with sir pentious
Pentious x slasher fan!reader
Pentious x oc (raffle winner)
Pentious bring comforted by oc (raffle winner)
Pentious x dancer!reader
ALASTOR:
Valentines w/ Alastor
Alastor x high energy!fighter!reader
Resting your head on Alastors lap
Alastor and the reader dancing
Alastor x reader like rosie
Prompts 5 and 7 w/ alastor
Prompts 8 and 12 w/ alastor
K c p with alastor
A J I with alastor
Alastor x reader who loves touch
Platonic alastor x quiet child!reader
36 38 40 with alastor
LUCIFER:
Platonic father figure!lucifer x reader
Platonic Lucifer x fallen angel!reader
Baking apple cookies for Lucifer
Z with Lucifer
I R Y with Lucifer
W with Lucifer
ADAM:
Y J I for adam
A and c for adam
Adam x male!giant!seraphim!teader
♡ and T for Adam
Z for adam
N and P for Adam
Reader finding out about the exterminations
Adam reacting to Lucifer flirting with the reader
Adam x reader w/ chronic hanahaki
Adam x feminine trans male reader
Prompts 32 and 38 with Adam
Platonic adam x angel!kid!reader who is missing a wing
LUTE:
3 11 36 with Adam
L for adam
C I J for Lute
Y U Z with lute
C E I for lute but its post season 1 finale
A L T with lute
Lute x cupid!reader
Prompt 38 with Lute
Prompts 6 and 10 with lute
VOX:
Valentine's w/ vox
Platonic vox x kid!hyperactive!reader
Vox x influencer!reader
A l q with vox
Platonic father figure vox x AFAB!reader
Vox x reader who watches kids cartoons
CHERRI BOMB:
C K X for cherri bomb
Cherri x autistic!reader
ROSIE:
A L R w/ Rosie
36 38 40 with rosie
MULTI:
Adam x reader x lute but lute is jealous
Adam and Lute x kind!angel!reader
Charlie vaggie and angel celebrating valentines
Platonic adam and rosie x hyper!kid!reader
Making heart shaped cookies for the cast 1/?
Hugging the cast 1/?
Heart shaped cookies part 2/?
Hugging the cast part 2/?
Adam and Lucifer x reader who likes watching kids shows
Platonic Charlie, vaggie, and angel dust x new sinner!reader
Verosika, vox, chaz, barbie, lute and striker being called pookie bear by their partner
Various HH characters x autistic reader
Angel, husk, alastor, and pentious x kind sinner!reader
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin hotel imagine#hazbin x reader#hazbin x you#hazbin imagine#charlie morningstar x reader#angel dust x reader#vaggie x reader#husk x reader#husker x reader#alastor x reader#radio demon x reader#lucifer morningstar x reader#adam x reader#lute x reader#vox x reader#sir pentious x reader
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who would fuck you during your period !¡
⚠️warning: mentions of blood, cramps/menstrual pain, periods (afab! reader), nsfw, not in order
. L E O N A K I N G S C H O L A Я !¡
this is one of the rare times he will make love to you gently. you are in pain and being rough will only make it worse if you aren’t feeling pleasure. leona personally lets you choose if you just want to take it slow all the way, or not even that. he would let you cockwarm him while he rubs your stomach if you desire. and if you don’t want it slow and you want to take it quicker he’ll comply without you having to tell him twice. he isn’t going to be a dick and just say “does that mean we can’t fuck???” he’s trying his best. the blood makes him a little nauseous since it’s blood and thats bad, but then again it’s sweet…
he may slip up and get the wrong kind of pads/tampons or snacks, but he doesn’t know anything about this so cut him some slack. once he’s back with all the sanitary items he’ll let you do your thing. and after is when he’ll ask you if you want to make love. he said “he looked it up and it can help the pain if you fuck” so he wanted to ask you if you want to try. if you say no its a no, but if you say yes… it’ll be slow and sensual (surprisingly) and he will try to put you sleep with a fluffy blanket if that’s what you feel like.
9/10 -1 point for bringing lays instead of doritos :(
. T R E Y C L O V E Я !¡
would fuck you like usual. brings you to the kitchen at midnight when he knows riddle is asleep, masages your stomach while giving you a pastry. one of your favorites. he gently rubs his thumb on your stomach, and it feels good because his body is very warm and his hands are rough from baking- (I SWEAR I DONT HAVE A HAND FETISH). you end up falling asleep on the couch, curled up with a fluffy blanket. trey flips up your shirt (its his) which was a little too big for you. and moves your panties aside seeing a little red on your pussy. isn’t exactly scared of blood, but he doesn’t like it so he puts protection on so lesson the amount on his dick. he’ll bare through it for you.
when you wake up you feel warm, a little too warm down there, you open your eyes and see trey, in all his glory. softly kissing your stomach. “gonna breed ya nice n good…” you can only help but moan.
8/10 -2 bc he didn think of gettin u pads just of breeding you-
. Я O O K H U N T !¡
rook fucks you slow and sensually, letting you hang on to him if a cramp comes on and rubs your back while rolling his hips into you. lets you lay on him and watch tv if you desire. he into everything so whatever you want to do he’s up for, rook isn’t bothered by the blood at all. remember he is a hunter so he has dealt with it much more than most students. and since he has better smell than the average human he can smell it as well. period blood is a special kind to him since it smells so sweet and addictive. he doesn’t worry to much about blood getting on him. isn’t entirely opposed to eating you out, in fact he’ll do it with delight. rook is an odd ball and a freak so it is no surprise when he asks you if you would want that.
if you say yes, you’ll be shaking and sensitive because he refused to stop after one orgasm and the blood wasn’t that bad either, is was actually rather sweet! after getting you cleaned up (n fingering u in the bath) he lets you lay down while he goes out to get you pads, snacks, and a stray kitten he found on the side of the road.
8/10 -2 refused to say where cat is from 🙄
. F L O Y D L E E C H !¡
ultimate freak, scarier than rook, he didn’t even ask if you wanted to get eaten out, he was just like “ayo spread” and you couldn’t refuse. he has no problem with blood and honestly thinks red looks good on you. floyd fucks you how he does all the time, fast and hard with no sign of stopping. floyd either a. eats you out liked a starved man and only stops when your crying out for him to stop, or b. fucks your brains out on his cock. and now he doesn’t even need to prep you, he just goes straight in. if he registers your in pain he will praise you on how good your doing and kiss the bite marks he left. almost as if saying hes sorry.
after, he’s not going to clean you up, he’ll just lay down. now he’s all fucked out he can’t get up~ makes you cockwarm him while cuddling.
5/10 bros acting like u arent bleedin onto the bed💀 also when he squeezed u blood came out
. J A D E L E E C H !¡
jade requests you take it easy and lay down so you don’t hurt yourself or he softly fucks you to tire you out. he will gently hold you against him, and whisper sweet nothing into your ear. places his coat on your shoulders so you will be reminded of him as you sleep. jade is over all just really sweet when it comes to your period, which is such a contrast to him being a sadist with you. helps you with sanitary items and lets you cling to him as you sleep. places his hand/heating pad over your lower stomach if he feels your in pain.
so sweet and gentle and caring and loving with you and he takes days off working in the lounge to assist you
10/10 -0 bc he did nothing wrong
nvm 0/10 he fed u shroom juice
. M A L L E U S D Я A C O N I A !¡
doesn’t care at all, will only care if your in pain. of course he asks for consent, saying that lilia told him it would be pleasurable if you make love. if you say no he won’t pry, just cuddle until you feel better. but if you say yes, oh boy… he won’t let up until you pass out, he won’t go easy on you just because of some period. (also i doubt fae have periods) malleus wouldn’t be repulsed by the blood or anything he is an old fae who has seen a lot, a little blood is not going to effect him. after malleus fucks you into overstimulation he will cuddle with you and clean everything up. he’ll even allow you to wear his clothes for comfort.
when you wake up if your feeling it he will eat you out, he actually likes the taste of your blood. it’s sweet yet metally.
9/10 -1 bc u were sore in the morning
. L I L I A V A N Я O U G E !¡
the vampire himself. he eats you out without a second thought and doesn’t feel the least bit of shame when you say thats gross since your bleeding. a huge tease, lilia definitely strokes your stomach and says, “m’gonna put a little baby in you…” then he goes, “wdym u dont want that? dont u want ur period to stop???” lilia rubs your stomach while muttering about a child into your ear. he has no regard for the blood and acts like everything is normal, when blood gets on the sheet’s he’ll fix it with magic. loves the smell your blood gives off-
lilia 🤝 breeding
7/10 -3 kept sayin u were going to be silvers mom and yolo everytime he came ☹️
#lemon0bear11#smut#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland smut#malleus x reader#lilia x reader#floyd x reader#jade x reader#leona x reader#trey x reader#rook x reader
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🏠 Confessing to them 🏠
Wally Darling
He shows no reaction on the outside
BUT THE INSIDE?? BOY IS S H O O K E T H
He just kinda stares at you for a hot minute
Because of this you obviously thought he was rejecting you
So you started backtracking, which only confused the poor lil yellow man :((
Eventually you figured it out tho
"So you don't love me?"
Julie Joyful
It was an accidental confession
She just looked so pretty you had to compliment her!
And by compliment I of course mean you blurting out how much you love her
Girly was immediately flustered
Sally Starlet
After a moment she happily accepted and returned your love
"Oh- ... Thank you neighbor!"
She already confessed multiple times albeit during plays so you thought she was just acting
L i t t l e d i d y o u k n o w
When you confess she is immediately screaming happily
"Finally!"
She immediately kisses all over your face
Howdy Pillar
You did it while he was working
You came up behind him and just kinda blurted it out
Absolutely thought he heard you wrong so you had to repeat yourself multiple times which only made you more embarrassed each time
Eventually you get there tho eventually
Barnaby B. Beagle
You can expect a lot more free stuff from now on
Yay! No more awkward jokes!
"... I'm sorry, could you say that again?"
You were so tired of dropping hints he clearly wasn't getting
So you finally confessed
He thought you were joking </3
You had to really explain it to him
He did get it after that tho
Hooray! You now get a whole lot of bear hugs and fur in your mouth!
Poppy Partridge
You did it while the two of you were baking
She's extremely shy and embarrassed about it
But she's definitely not upset
Gives you a hug you got feathers in your mouth
Your gonna have a lot more baked goods from now on
Eddie Dear
W a t
He blue screens immediately
You like him?
When he realizes that you aren't joking or lying he gets even more flustered
Have mercy on his poor southern soul :-(
He's fidgeting with his hands and stumbling over his sentences
But he's very happy you told him
Frank Frankly
He likes you too neighbor <33
They were gonna confess! You ruined it neighbor... >:-(
Holds a slight grudge about it for like... 3 seconds
"You beat me to it..."
So dw your good
Then they see your face
Your poor, awkward, extremely nervous face
And they immediately forgive and forget
You guys go on a nice picnic then go bug catching
#welcome home#welcome home x reader#wally darling#wally darling x reader#Julie Joyful#julie joyful x reader#Sally Starlet#Sally Starlet x reader#howdy pillar#howdy pillar x reader#Barnaby B beagle#Barnaby B beagle x reader#Poppy Partridge#poppy partridge x reader#Eddie Dear#Eddie Dear x reader#Frank Frankly#Frank Frankly x reader
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NSFW Alphabet - Luca The Bear
summary: nsfw/sfw-ish, back on my will poulter tip, luca stans come get ya'll juice. like & comment to be tagged in future work. inbox is open!
A - Appetite
Luca has a bit of an insatiable appetite. Whether it’s for his passion for baking or for food in general, his desire is endless. Especially when it comes to you. A little bit gluttonous, even a little bit greedy you would say, pulling countless orgasms after orgasms from you truly never enough for this man. Luca’s appetite truly has no bounds
B - Body part(favorite body parts)
If someone had told you that a set of beefy, strong, broad shoulders could easily have you flooding in your panties would have had you laughing but now, whenever Luca is in your presence that’s where your eyes go first before your mind starts coming up with thoughts of having your legs hiked up and tossed over those same shoulders while he’s pounding you into the mattress
For Luca, it’s simple, your ass and thighs. gripping, squeezing, caressing, kneading, spanking, whatever his hands are always going to find a way near you.
C - Cream
Luca’s favorite cream is the one you leave right at the base of his cock when he fucks you just right. there’s nothing better to him tbh.
Another favorite of his is creampies. He loves the feeling of his cock swelling in your tight walls before stuffing you full of his cum, and pulling out just to watch his thick white cum leaking out of you before using his fingers to push it back in to keep you full of all of him.
D - Dining
The best way Luca gets any inspiration to create, he has to go and try new things, and he loves trying them with you. he rarely says no to trying new food spots that you found on tiktok, just don't be upset by his brutal honesty on the shittier places
E - Eggperience(get it? cause he's a chef)
Luca has some experience but he's not really the type to sleep around often, only 3 random hookups and 2 serious relationships so he has an idea of what he's doing in the bedroom but getting to learn your body and what turns you is the real reward for him.
F - Favorite Position
Doggy style or you riding him. His hands are constantly gripping and squeezing at your perfect body in any position really. The first time you rode him felt like an out-of-body experience, there were literal hearts in his eyes watching you bounce up and down on his cock with your tits in his face. Loud moans and whines leave your lips about how he's so fucking big and making you feel good.
Doggystyle is another one of his favorites since he can bend you over the nearest counter so easily and have you gushing in minutes. one of his hands wrapped around your neck while the other grips your ass, bringing you back to meet his powerful thrust that has your eyes rolling back and mouth drooling.
G - Goofy (Are they serious during sex?)
Luca can be pretty intense when it comes to intimacy but he can be a little bit mischievous if you've been acting like a brat tbh.
H - Hair (How well groomed are they?)
There's some hair just around the base of his cock but he's fairly well groomed for the most part. Luca doesn't really care whether you're fully shaved or trimmed.
I - Intimacy
Luca is actually pretty passionate during sex. Though his thrust is still powerful and with purpose in each roll of his hips. He'll need your body close, his face buried into your neck while he whispers absolute filth in your ear.
J - Jerk Off (Do they masturbate?)
Luca is a busy chef so he usually doesn't have time or is rarely in the mood to jerk off and once you two became a thing, jerking off is the further from his mind.
K - Kink
Praise kink. As mentioned before but hearing your breathless moans and whimpers about his big is and how good only he can make you feel, that he's the best? It sends his ego through the roof. He will also praise you or pet names, calling you his "good girl" "darling" or "doll"
Aftercare. It's not really a kink but it's something that he takes seriously. Luca knows that he can be rough so comfort and happiness are always his top priorities, getting you cleaned up, clothed in one of his shirts, and a late-night snack is usually part of the routine.
L - Location
His bedroom or yours, although he mostly prefers your bedroom while you actually prefer his kitchen counters.
M - Motivation (Turn Ons)
To say that you turn him on would be cheesy but you do easily turn him on. you acting like a brat or a sassy, “yes chef” gets him going. There was also one night you surprised him by wearing just his apron and nothing else. He thinks of that night often <3
N - No (Something he’d never do)
Sharing is not caring with this chef. So the idea of an open relationship or a threesome is a hard no for him. Luca doesn't want to share you and he doesn't want to be shared either.
O - Oral
Luca is a giver when it comes to oral and he loves it messy. I mentioned before that he can be a bit greedy, so he'll take his time when eating you out. Switching between flicking the tip of his tongue over your sensitive bud or sucking while he has you gushing around his fingers. Luca isn't stopping until your legs are shaking and you're left only screaming his name.
P - Pastries
Luca finds it cute when you make him something. There are only a few treats that can make his mouth water from just thinking about it and some of his favorites are made by you. He still dreams of the mont blanc chocolate pavlova you surprised him with. Eating any pastries that are made by you is the only time he's not shared with you.
You made it for him after all.
Q - Quickie (Is he into quickies?)
Totally into quickies. Luca often finds himself waking up way earlier than most but his craft does require a lot of fineness and time so he's usually up and out of bed by 3 in the morning so early morning quickies. He’s home later in the evening, tired and just exhausted from the day, a quickie before bed is not a want but a need.
R - Risk (Is he willing to try new things?)
If it doesn't involve sharing or causing you any actual harm, then he's willing to try something new once you beg him enough.
S - Smell
Luca's not a weirdo, but he has secretly sniffed you before maybe once or twice. Once when you stood in front of him in line waiting to order, chatting away about some imported Ecuadorian Chocolate you ordered when someone behind Luca bumps into him, causing him to stumble forward just a bit but successfully stopped himself but he was so close to you now, close enough that he caught a whiff of coconut and almonds. It was on his mind for the rest of the day, so much so that he got inspired to make dessert.
T = Taste
I've mentioned before but Luca can be a bit gluttonous and is rarely satisficed with one round of tasting your sweet wetness all over his tongue. Your taste alone inspired three dishes from the chef!
U = Unfair (How much they tease)
A menace actually. He's cool as a cucumber most of the time because he's already thinking ahead. Some days he'll tease you for a bit just to set the mood but there have been days where he would tease you all day, offering you cheeky remarks and lopsided smirks at you trying to get him to fuck you after teasing you all day.
V - Volume
He isn't the loudest per se but he does let out groans and grunts. Whispering dirty things in your ear about how gorgeous you look taking his cock, how good your tight walls feel, and how he wants - needs to hear you make those pretty sounds over and over again louder.
W - Wild Card (Random headcanon)
Luca is a romantic. It's hard to tell and took you a little by surprise but it's there! It's the little things that he does and the thoughtless effort he puts into ensuring that you are happy.
X - X-ray (How big is he?)
Luca is around 7 inches hard and thick god bless. He gives me the vibe that it's not that big of a deal to him what his size is but finds it amusing that you practically drool over it.
Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Luca's sex drive is above average but he has more self-control to never push anything. Plus, he's often too busy to really think about the last time he got laid.
Z - Zzzz (How quickly are they asleep afterward?)
It takes him a while to fall asleep afterward so he's always up to cuddle and talk but he's mostly to head to the kitchen for a snack before getting some sleep.
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okay so if I don't talk about the kinnporsche side story I will literally combust b/c they didn't need to give us that they didn't NEED to give us this little youtube up short that spanned the spectrum of chaotic human emotion as a stop gap between one of the best episodes of the series and the hyper escalation to flowers in the attic-ville where the lamps have chains okay but they did and bless them for it cause like
first off you have porsche who's given up his chance at something of a normal life with his sunshine kitten of a baby brother walking around the hospital ass out b/c KINN GOT SHOT FOR HIM like fucking what porsche is like welp he's earned that bussy now and tankhun is like OMG MY BABY BROTHER IS DEAD crying in Arm's arms and porsche is like OMG KINN DIED and tankhun is like no you dumb pretty bitch he's dead to me spiritally for being an in love idiot but porsche is already half way down the hall heart pounding b/c his self sacrificing big dicked mafia daddy just bit it only to then see kinn is alive and breathing if moderately a pin cushion only to
THEN be confronted by Vegas wearing this summers best Second Lead in a K-Drama Couture look flowers at the ready like omg porsche I am but a sweet and loving man, holding out flowers, hoping another man, will love me back did you know these mean longing? friendship? unrequited love?? and porsche is like, wtf who's giving flowers meaning seems like a waste of time and money to me rich ppl are so weird meanwhile kinn's "someone's after porsche's baked booty" senses start tingling waking him up from the morphine b/c drugs will NOT keep him away from his man and is like "vegas you whore" and vegas is like "kinn your alive (derogatory)" and kinn's like "take back your fake ass cheap ass dollar store flowers" and vegas is like "see porsche, see what I go through? the hardships that are my life??" and it's just elevator music in porsche's head just full on disassociation at this point b/c why are all these hot dangerous men hitting on him all the time he's just trying to make a living out here
and then kinn's like I got shot cuddle me pls and porsche is like only b/c I don't want the ghosts to eat my ass and kinn is like me either cause that's my job and they cuddle while the music swells and that video has 6.5 MILLION VIEWS EVERY ONE EARNED
#kinnporsche#kpts#chaos pikachu speaks#it's been a minute since I did a chaotic recap for kpts#like I kid but god what a blessing may flowers rain cause boc didn't have to treat us to that#but they did and it was a glorious morning#pikachu's chaotic recaps
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Had some time today to make cookies for my nephews.
[ID Start: two pictures of double chocolate chip cookies and peanut butter cookies. First image has many cookies on a cooling rack; the double chocolate chip cookies are mostly in a 5x4 single stack arrangement whereas the peanut butter cookies are in a 2x5 triple stack. Second image is one of each type of cookie in a rough heart-like shape. /End ID.]
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Lyney fluff Alphabet
Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
Lyney likes to demo his new magic tricks for you! He might practice them in front of Lynette fist just so he can impress you. I also feel like he’d enjoy watching/ helping you bake if that’s something you’re into.
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
On himself he likes his hands. It’s where all the magic happens.
On you he likes your eyes. The voice-line was a diversion to get your mind off your questions, but all the best lies have some truth mixed in.
C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
If you’re close enough to him to be in a relationship, he considers you family and hates to see you sad. The first time around he might try to distract you with tricks or letting you pet his cat, but it all you really need is a shoulder to cry on and to have someone listen all the cards and magic will be saved for another time.
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
He doesn’t like to think about the far future so much, as he knows that he will have to take over for “Father” some day. But he will do everything he can to keep you and his family in his life.
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
At the start of the relationship he tends to take on a more dominant role, because he’s still learning how to let his guard down. As it progresses, he’ll mellow out and become more passive.
F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
He hates fighting. He runs from confrontation and it is difficult to have hard discussions with him unless you put him in a corner (sometimes literally)
G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
He is very grateful for his s/o. Especially if they know about his involvement in the Fatui and are willing to stay with him anyway. He knows that would be a dealbreaker for a lot of people.
H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
LOTS of secrets especially when your relationship is new. The traveler still doesn’t know everything about him. Although I do imagine he’d like to reach a point of full transparency with you someday. All in good time.
I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
Lyney clearly has some trust issues. I think the thing that would really change him would be to see you getting along with Lynette and Freminet. Loving you is one thing but having his family love you is another. Sees you talking to Freminet about Pers and encouraging his naïve beliefs and he’s ready to propose on the spot.
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
He does get jealous easily but doesn’t show it. Especially if you don’t know about his dealing with the Fatui. He feels like he’s not good enough and that you can do better. Goes through a cycle of isolating himself and then showering you with attention. But he can switch from one thing to the other in a matter of hours so it can be hard to catch. If you get the sense that his spiraling some words of affirmation is usually enough to get him back on track
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
With all that smooth talk he’s bound to have used that mouth for something else.
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
He would want to do something big and grand in front of people but luckily Lynette gets to him first and convinces him that the first I love you should be something just between the two of you. But if he gets the green light from you for grand gestures in the future… nothings off the table.
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
He does want to get married in his heart but he’s still unsure of his future in the house of hearth and if he really wants to get you involved in that. I’ve seen this written in fics before but I like the idea that he’s doing a magic trick and he says all he’ll need is your hand and he pull the ring out of this hat. It’s cute and very him.
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
Would y’all gag if I said kitten. I also think he’d like to use dove, angel eyes, and variations of French pet names like mon Cheri etc. He also likes to use your name often, because he knows that using peoples names is a good way to get people to like you I’m not joking look it up.
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
Lynette and Freminet are So Tired. Especially if he’s in the pinning phase before the relationship someone save them.
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
Not shy not even a little bit. He loves to put on a show at any at all times. Right in front of Lynette’s salad? He will not ask before hand either so if you don’t like PDA you’re going to have a rude awakening at first. He’ll stop if you really want him to but he might ask even still once and a while.
Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
He’s very good at reading people so he’ll know when you’re sad, and will learn quickly what displays of affection you like the most.
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
Dude. It’s sickeningly sweet at times like are you seriously sending doves over with a love letter. Just use the mail. It’s all to show he cares thought and if gestures like that are your thing you’ll be very happy with him. So corny.
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
Yes I believe he would support his s/o in their goals. If it’s something in the arts he would take a more hands on approach, but if it’s anything else that he didn’t have experience in he’d take a backseat approach. I see hcs of people saying he’d want you to be in his show. He likes it when he can pick you as a volunteer in his audience but if you want to be part of the show you’d have to put in WORK. He won’t let you off easy just because you’re his s/o.
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
His life is so unpredictable as it is so I think he’d like to fall into a routine with you. But never so much so that either of you would get bored.
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
He prides himself on his ability to read people so I think he’d make it a point to know more about you than anyone else. He also strikes me as someone who is very empathetic, but he won’t always act on it, unless of course it’s you he’s worried about.
V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
His relationship with you is something he feels is pure and untainted by his past and the Fatui, so he values it a lot and wants to keep it sacred in that way. He knows that because of his involvement that his life could change in an instant but he’s determined to keep you by his side.
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
Hand👏🏻kisser👏🏻. I’m not taking notes on this argue with the wall. He thinks it’s romantic and he’s right!!!
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
Yes! Other than Lynnette and Freminet he’s not very close to anyone and they’re not the cuddly type. He’s probably a little touch starved and would always be touching you in some way if he could. Big fan of laying on top of you and let’s face it he’s probably 100 pounds soaking wet so it’s not uncomfortable enough to push him off.
Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
The drama. Spare Lynette please and come back. He’s waxing poems and it’s been 3 hours. He’ll tone it down if Lynette looks like she’s about to strangle him but he’ll still be mopey just for the theatrics of it all. He’s very used to only having his sister but he’s never had someone like you in his life and wants to keep you around!
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
Once you’re in a committed relationship there’s no telling what he’d be willing to do for you, especially after growing up around someone like Father and seeing what she could do. After the news gets out that he’s fatuus, no one wants to mess with you.
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f i c m a s t e r l i s t
p o l i c i e s
(please read before making requests!)
b a d s a m a r i t a n
The Best of You, Honey, Belongs to Me
Blackthorn
Cover Myself in the Ashes of You
Dumb Ways To Die
Enough of You to Dull the Pain (18+)
Hellbent Looking For A Godsend
Hit Me With Your Best Shot
I Got This Feeling On A Summer Day (18+)
I'm Gooey in the Middle Baby Let Me Bake
In His Eyes A Flaming Glow
Intrigued and Afraid
Keep You Like An Oath (18+)
Killing Me Softly
My Baby Shot Me Down (18+)
Not Much Between Despair and Ecstasy (18+)
Only Touch That Gets Me Melting (18+)
Run Rabbit Run (18+)
Say My Name
Send a Thousand Kings Away
Shia Surprise
Something Good to Celebrate
Stop, Look and Listen, It's Halloween!
Taste of a Poison Paradise
Trust in Me, Just in Me
With Your Scars and Your Lonely Heart
Your Body's a Secret Girl and You're About to Spill It (18+)
t h e b o y s
Watch That Butcher Burn
b r o a d c h u r c h
Always Leave Me With a Hungry Heart
Am I Doing This Right?
An Art to Life's Distractions
Beating Like A Kick Drum
Catch & Release
Girls Like Girls Like Boys Do
It's Been a Long, Long Time
Love's Perfect Ache
Now and Again We Try to Just Stay Alive
Regale You With A Gourd-geous Tale
Say You'll Remember Me
Say You'll Remember Me (Denali's Version)
Tell Me It's A Nightmare
d o c t o r w h o
Cuddle, Meet Puddle
Cute Things
Don't Blink (Part 1)
Don't Turn Your Back (Part 2)
Don't Look Away (Part 3)
Dreams See Us Through (Part 4)
Hate the Feeling of Falling
Have a Holly Jolly Christmas
Horrible Things
Isn't That Wizard
It's How I'm Made
Let Me Come Home
Little Creepy House
On the Brave Shit
The Origin of (Love Bug) Species
What Beautiful Things I'll Wear
When the Crypt Doors Creak
You Know That I Would Jump Too
d u c k t a l e s
Tales of Daring
g o o d o m e n s
All I Want For Christmas
Aziraphale's Favorite Author
Dance on a Tightrope of Weird
Free as My Hair
His Love is All in Me
How the Wine Plays Tricks on My Tongue
Lockdown Blues
Making Biscuits
My Heart's a Stereo
Naked in That Garden (18+)
Out There Making DuckTales
Pickin' Up the Pieces of the Mess You Made
Road to Hell
Something Meaty For The Main Course
Step Too Far
Tongue Tied
Your Love is Holy (18+)
f a l l o f t h e h o u s e o f u s h e r
Tomorrow I Shall Be Fetterless (18+)
f r i g h t n i g h t
Emptiness to Melody
Everybody Scream in Our Town of Halloween
Fixed Up to the Nines
Howl Like an Animal in the Darkness
I'm So Hot I'd Fuck Myself (18+)
I'm Starvin', Darlin', Let Me Put My Lips to Somethin'
Late Night Devil Put Your Hands On Me (18+)
Make Me Glow
Night of Long Fangs (18+)
Parade of Dancing Skeletons
Talk So Pretty (18+)
Who Are You Supposed To Be, Criss Angel? (18+)
h a u n t i n g o f b l y m a n o r
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j u r a s s i c p a r k / w o r l d
Best Behavior
The Future Ex Mrs. Malcolm
p r o d i g a l s o n
But Then My Stupid Phone Beeps
Never Fallen From Quite This High
Office Supplies
Rude Boy
They are the Hunters, We are the Foxes
Trigger Happy
With a Sense of Poise (18+)
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Can you do a Sharky nsfw alphabet? Your Niko one was really good
Alphabet ~ Sharky
Thanks for the kind words <3 weirdly Sharky reminds me of my first crush in this photo 🤨
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He would maybe clean the two of you up if he can find anything nearby and maybe not if he can’t. He loves cuddles!! So much!! He’s just wrapping himself around you like a koala afterwards. He also reminds you to get up and pee and then you can clean yourself up too.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)
My boy Sharky got long ahh fingers so he probably loves how good he can make you feel with them.
And he is a THIGH man. Thighs thighs thighs!! He loves getting his face squashed between them, feeling their weight and pressure as he eats you out.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum)
My boy loves to see your face as you cum. Adores it. Makes sure every position you’re in he can see your face as he gets you to orgasm. Regarding his own, he doesn’t really care where he comes, on you, in you, no care.
D = Dirty secret (self explanatory, a secret of theirs)
He would totally be into dirty talk but he doesn’t wanna offend you or ask you about it so you wouldn’t find out until a whole while into your relationship. (Come on he listens to Frank Ocean like religiously guys)
E = Experience (how experienced are they)
He’s not inexperienced per say but he hasn’t tried anything wild with other people. He would be experiencing a lot of new feelings with you.
F = Favourite position
Cowgirl. Yes I know again but back to him wanting to see you cum thing. There you go.
G = Goofy (are they more serious or goofy at the moment?)
Ok so it’s unintentional goofiness here. Like he’s not trying to crack jokes but he's nervous so he’s just like making awkward dad jokes and you just need to reach up and kiss him so he shushes.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they)
He’s deffo got hair but he keeps it groomed. He’s pretty big on it actually and it’s always nice and tidy.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)
He would try so hard to be close to you because he craves it but I imagine he’s so sensitive and he just can’t handle it. He’s trying to but he’s too lost in the pleasure to. He’s still focused intently on you, but mostly on how you’re making him feel.
J = Jack Off (masturbation head canon)
Quick and simple. He would think of any of the times you’ve been together and get it over with for stress relief. He only ever really stretches it out when he’s with you. But he does think of you as his hand works the head of his cock.
He would not moan too loud even if he’s alone. Small gasps and whimpers and silent moans.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He might be interested in pain, ever so slightly. Did you see the lie detector video? He would be willing to try it and maybe even be into it a little.
L = Location (favourite places to do the do)
Only in bedrooms and maybe hotel rooms. Maybe. He’s not very comfortable with people knowing you fucked so he tries to keep it in his pants until you’re alone.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
A lazy night snuggling on the couch watching a movie, or baking in the kitchen. He loves when he feels at home with you, when he knows you truly love each other or are comfortable with each other. That's when he turns the tables and starts acting up.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do)
Wouldn’t wanna degrade you. No calling you a slut or nothing because he doesn’t think of you like that.
Not water sports but I think that consistent over all the boys. (Except filly bcus for some reason he knows all the terms for this kinda thing 🤨)
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)
Preference for giving. Man lives to please you. And he loves the way you taste the noises you make and the way your thighs envelope him. Only thing missing is he can’t see your face but it’s ok he’ll make it up by going again.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
Slow boy. He loves talk his time with it, being gentle and telling you how much he loves you as his cock slowly moves in and out of you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)
Nah he don’t like them. You’re too exposed in a risky location and he doesn’t think it counts if it’s quick like that.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)
He’s pretty game but he never really brings things up. If you do he’ll try it but he doesn’t take any risks of his own. And he somehow always has condoms any way so. He carries them in his bag, pockets, suitcases when you’re travelling, you name it. He always has them.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)
He prefers one round slowly to 2 quick rounds. So his nights last only one round but that round can stretch for a while. Unless the two of you wanna go the whole night then he’s definitely up to multiple rounds.
T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)
I think he would like toys. Like a precursor to when he comes in and pleases you himself. Like he’s trailing a vibe up and down your folds before he goes in with his tongue.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He does like teasing because it stretches the moment out. He would cover simple lines up and down your thighs until you whine his name and then he would give in and pull your pants down. He’s not unfair per say but he does tease.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
Doesn’t like making noises that are too loud. Would bite his lips and inner cheek to hold them in. High pitched moans and whimpers, whines and panting. But it’s all quiet. He also definitely gasps as he enters you.
W = Wild Card (get a random head canon for the character of your choice)
He would fuck to Frank Ocean. On occasion mans has started dancing during sex and you pulled your clothes on and left the room.
X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
Ok y’all I’m sorry but he’s pretty average I would say. 5-6 inches and skinny. But he can work with it, don't worry.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Sharky makes a lot of sex jokes but he’s not very active. He only really gets in the mood at night and when he’s comfortable. He doesn’t do it too often but he does it good.
Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Very quickly. He is very tired after all the simulation and he’s basically out within 15-20 minutes. That’s why he loves to fuck when he can’t sleep as well, the sex and then he can actually go to sleep.
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here it is, AJ is next! And I’m working on requests!
as always requests are open and please come by and say hi <3
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DR. RATIO SFW ALPHABET
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Author's Note: Sorry for going missing I had exam week, but I have two other fics in progress so that's good.
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A = Affection
☆ Affectionate in a quiet way, he tends to not be quite verbal when it comes to affection; he just does it. Hugs from behind, burying his face in your hair, and cupping your cheek randomly. Overall, he is pretty affectionate; he just struggles putting it into words.
B = Best friend
☆ If you were friends with him, your relationship would practically be the same. except for intimacy and romance, of course. Whether it's intellectual conversations or reading together, he's there.
C = Cuddles
☆ He likes cuddling more than you could imagine. He's a sucker for physical affection in general, but cuddling has a special place for him. He loves it when you rest his head on his chest while he reads or when he inhales your scent as he buries his face in your neck.
D = Domestic
☆ You could practically consider you two have already settled down if you were to live with him. He does want to settle down; he likes having a simple life. (aside from the interstellar achievements) However, Ratio cooking headcanons... it's something I could go on about for a while, but he can't cook. He likes taking care of himself, but when it comes to food, the man's eating habits are horrible due to his lack of cooking skills. But in my opinion, he could bake. baking is basically chemistry after all.
E = Ending
☆ He would like a private and quiet breakup; it'd be face-to-face and straight to the point.
F = Fiance
☆ He doesn't see marriage as necessary; for him, it's just paperwork at the end of the day. But if you wanted it, he wouldn't oppose it; his only rule would be to make the wedding small and calm as possible even thought he'd boast about it afterwards.
G = Gentle
☆ He's emotionally weak; just trust me on this. Physically, he can be very gentle; he handles statues very frequently, after all. Mentally, he is a lot more fragile than he lets on. He cares about you quite a lot, even if he doesn't express it, and he gravitates towards easing his worries with cryptic messages. (or lectures)
H = Hugs
☆ He loves hugs with his whole being, especially hugging from behind. You could be doing anything and then feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind. His hugs are usually very tight; it feels like he's trying to merge you two when he squeezes you against his chest. (Good luck surviving his man titties.)
I = I love you
☆ He said everything before he said I love you; "I suppose you're not so bad after all." was the closest thing you got to an “I love you”, and the first time he said it was after you said it first. In Turkish, we call these types of men "odun." It translates to wood, and it's what you'd imagine: dense as wood.
J = Jealousy
☆ He's possessive, alright? He hates when you waste your time talking to "simpletons" rather than spending it with him or using that time on yourself. He tends to glare at the person you're talking to and drag you away if necessary.
K = Kisses
☆ His kisses are short and tender, just random pecks on your delicate skin; his longer kisses leave you breathless on purpose. His favorite places to kiss are your neck, head, and lips, but he'd kiss you everywhere on your body if he could. His favorite place to be kissed is his cheek, very specifically right below his eye. Other than that, he doesn't mind being kissed anywhere else.
L = Little ones
☆ He doesn't like children, as simple as that. He can't handle the noise or the energy kids have, and he tends to get irritated quite easily by them. If you put this man in the same room as a kid and came back after a while, you'd find him in the same position, just awkwardly standing, because he has zero idea how to handle a kid.
M = Morning
☆ He has a pretty normal morning routine: wake up, take a shower, eat, then go off to work. He wakes up very early; if you can catch up with him, he'll let you join his routine. On the days he doesn't work, he prefers reading a book in the morning and doesn't like to be disturbed, but you could read with him or just enjoy his presence in silence.
N = Night
☆ Nights are grumpy. He's usually tired from his workday, and by that time, the caffeine in his veins has already drained out. You can expect him to just plop down on top of you whenever he comes home from work. But no matter how tired he might be, he still would never skip taking a bath and reading.
O = Open
☆ Ratio has documentaries and books written about him; it'd be pretty easy to learn stuff about him that isn't personal. But when it comes to private information, he can be pretty secretive. Not because he's trying to hide something; he just finds it unnecessary to randomly share information about himself. However, he'd love to tell you about his experiences in life if you asked.
P = Patience
☆ Do I even have to say it? This man has zero patience; he's always punctual with everything, hates wasting time, and it's very easy to anger him; he wouldn't take it out on you, though. The worst he'll do is give you a glare and ignore you for a while until he's cooled off.
Q = Quizzes
☆ Ratio remembers everything about you: your food preferences, your hobbies, your favorite everything. He loves knowledge, and that includes knowledge about you.
R = Remember
☆ His favorite moments in the relationship are probably when you two read together while cuddling and then talk about the said books. It's such a simple moment, but it can cause Ratio to melt instantly.
S = Security
☆ He is protective as much as he is possessive; his way of protecting you is always keeping you in his gaze. He watches you any time he can to make sure you don't get in trouble. He will always insist he doesn't need protection, which is true. that man is strong, the only protection he needs is from bugs.
T = Try
☆ He tries to do his best in everything; he might not have many romantic experiences, but he has enough experience with you to know how to make you happy.
U = Ugly
☆ His ego is one of his ugly sides; his habit of putting people down can sometimes lead to arguments between you two. But at the end, he begrudgingly apologizes.
V = Vanity
☆ He cares about his social image and looks a lot. He probably has a whole skincare routine, but it doesn't do much at the end with the plaster covering his face. But that makes it so that you are one of the few special people to see his face.
W = Whole
☆ Sometimes, it can sadden him when he doesn't have you in his presence while he works on his research or when he doesn't have you to read with, but he knows better than to drag you away from whatever you are doing just to satisfy himself.
X = Xtra
☆ A headcanon I have for Ratio is that he's a germaphobe, which also leads to my headcanon of him being not necessarily scared but disgusted by bugs to the point he would rather die than be in the same room as one.
Y = Yuck
☆ As it's been made obvious plenty of times he dislikes people that won't bother bettering themselves, I don't know why people think he hates "stupid people." (This is an ick for the author.) However, he is a huge germaphobe; he can't handle messiness. He'd understand if it was due to a mental health issue, but it still irks him.
Z = Zzz
☆ He sleeps quietly, with a sleeping mask. He uses you as a pillow when he sleeps; his snoring is very quiet and light, but it is there.
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