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Prompt 24 - Camp
@jegulus-microfic April 24, Word count 583
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Regulus leaned his forehead against the lower bar of the Astronomy Towers railing. It was pretty superfluous as there was some sort of air charm that gently lifted whatever had fallen over the edge of the tower back up. He supposed it was there for the more nervous astronomers.
His thoughts were still swirling with what had happened earlier. He’d had to escape up here when Evan and Barty banged their way into the dorm, disrupting his spiralling thoughts.
He banged his head against the bar.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid. It just had to be him, didn’t it? Like he hasn’t ruined enough of my life, now he has to poke his nose into my love life as well!” It wasn’t that Regulus didn’t find James attractive. He was there was no denying that, but Sirius had picked him over Regulus. The second Sirius had gotten onto that train and been separated from Regulus, James Potter had snapped him up, and they’d been lost to each other.
His head whipped around when he caught the sound of a stumbled step. There was nothing there. He raised his wand. “Who’s there?” He asked the darkness. Silence. “If you don’t leave now, you will regret it!” He hissed.
James Potter stepped impossibly out of the shadows. There was nowhere he could have been hidden, but yet he’d been there. “What are you doing here?” He snarled. He wasn’t prepared for this. He hadn’t had time to school his emotions.
“Same as you probably. Sometimes I come here to think.” James replied, shrugging.
“More likely you’re waiting on some poor foolish girl to meet you up here for a snog.” He scoffed. James actually laughed at him. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, grinning goofily at Regulus.
“Contrary to popular belief, I’ve never snuck up here to kiss people. In fact,” James’s expression changed. His face flushed with embarrassment. “I’ve never kissed anyone before.” Regulus felt his jaw drop.
“Not anyone?!” Why was he asking?! Pull yourself together, Regulus Arcturus Black! James gave a half-shrug.
“Nope. I was saving myself for someone, but I think I’m going to give up on her. No point waiting for something that’s never going to happen.”
“That almost sounded smart,” Regulus smirked at him. This had to be the most they’d ever spoken to each other. He’d, however, had plenty to say about James behind his back.
“Gee, thanks.” James chuckled merrily. “Room for one more?” He continued, pointing at the lengthy space beside Regulus.
“No, there is not.” Regulus scowled and turned away.
He breathed in sharply through his nose when he heard James’s footsteps growing nearer and caught the movement out of the corner of his eye of him sitting down a few feet away and facing out into the night air.
“So why have you set up camp here then?” James asked the stars.
“That is absolutely none of your business.” He took James's lead and spoke out to the starlit sky.
The wind picked up, rustling James’s hair before it made its way to Regulus, bringing with it that tantalising scent of cedar, summer days and bergamot. He couldn’t help it. He inhaled greedily. Something in James’s eyes flickered, but it was gone so fast Regulus couldn’t make it out.
James didn’t speak again after that. They sat quietly, staring up at the twinkling stars, silently letting that breeze tease them over and over again until they turned together and their eyes met.
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*Takes a deep sniff of my Earl Grey teabag before bedtime like it's my man*
(Bergamot is hella sexy. I'm chronically single)
#the things we do for dopamine#why is the scent of bergamot so attractive#shitposting#my feelings#tea#teablr#perfume#earl grey#girlblogger#girlblogging#lana del rey#just girly things
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As a recent lottiecrabie enthusiast and longtime feral consumer of a certain M Healy related writings, I saw something about a tutor!au. Here are my dreadful, frankly illegal thoughts. Do whatever you will with them, Lady Lottie. Your works kill me in the sweetest, sexiest way and resuscitate me harshly back to life.
1. You're a maths student , year two in the university. He's the newly joined English TA that's been developing a bit of a reputation for his longwinded rants in class and his unconventional assignments.
2. Like what the fuck is "Write about being an influencer in a dystopian world where you have to sell a graffiti eraser for VR devices after artists are actively vandalising the metaverse"
3. Anyway, hallway whispers about how attractive he is find their way to you but you're wholly unconvinced because pfft, really now, this is a cliche. One drunken evening at the local bar and you're jostling shoulders, he's ordering a long island iced tea just because and eyeing your whiskey on the rocks. He's really as pretentious as you thought he was - a dark mop of curly hair, crisp linen shirt and this dense, buttery jacket scented with menthol, marijuana and bergamot. He has a delicious rasp, holding court with his little circle of friends about how fullstops have come to mean something completely different when people text each other in the present day. There's not much you think of it - except one night after you break things off for good with your boyfriend who asks if you've come five minutes. into sex.
4. That night, you find yourself wondering if his neatly filed nails would leave red crescent commas on your skin, if your moans would be the em dashes between his consecutive thrusts. You imagine him seeing you at work, chalkboards filled with a haze of numbers and letters, you're arguing about why pure math PhDs and English PhDs are really two sides of the same coin, languages to explore the textures of the world.
5. You realise you're irrevocably fucked.
The annual debate between your college and the rival one is announced and you want to take part, as you always do, except this time it's a whole series of complex themes that require you to be assisted by someone else. Guess who you're assigned as your mentor.
6. You can't think straight, but you want to impress him so much. He's pretty much unfazed - logically unfolding his stances like an origami blossom. His mind entices and frustrates you : how can you possibly read Shakespeare today and a bunch of e-girl tweets the next and use both of these in your speeches?! Good lord. The longer you resist the urges, the worse they become. He dances in circles around you. Sleepless nights. Scattered sheets and unfinished drafts. Smoke breaks across the campus. Joints rolled with thin paper you bum from the art department, you sit blowing plumes at each other one orange afternoon. He reveals himself in delicate slices - a flash of a tattoo on his taut abdomen, soft voiced calls to his mother, Heroin by Velvet Underground playing from his tinny earphones.
7. He's dissatisfied - there's some verve and rawness that's missing from your stage presence. you're not emoting enough. He jokingly wonders what the cause might be - the lack of sleep, or the lack of sleeping together? Wait, you haven't had sex in months? There it is.
8. He says that sex sells. In order to convince the audience, you need to have seduce them with your mind.
Prove it, you say.
9. He finds May I Feel by e.e cummings and decides to walk around you as you take turns to recite it. By the fifth line, you've had enough. His knees are behind to yours, his skin branding into your stockings. He places his fucking mouth close, so close to your ear - warm enough to entice you with the possibility of a kiss, but instead he takes it away just as swiftly.
10. "let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she" (side note - I recommend listening to the Tom Hiddleston version of the poem!)
You laugh, because it's so bitterly on the nose. He wonders aloud if he's really too far - too far away from you, that is.
His first kiss is like a wine tasting. He sips and nibbles your lips, sweetly parting it with his inquiring tongue. His fingers snake across your body, a low laugh caught in his throat when his hands brush your guilty nipples. Dilated pupils, and filthy promises. His kisses are poisonous, intoxicating.
11. Rutting mindlessly over his desk. Panting, whining in back seat of your car. Wet kisses in a darkened theatre. Hand jobs in the library, leaving the both of you a shivering mess. He is relentless, rendering you feverish for more. He refuses to have sex until he's satisfied his desire to explore you enough.
12. You try to take matters into your own hands and dress in a tiny skirt, with the smallest scrap of lace covering your soaking cunt. You end up over his lap, his handprints still warm on your back.
13. He worships you. He spits in your mouth. He ties your hands to the bedframe. He calls you sweetheart, baby, my darling. He doesn't stop edging you. He makes you read poems and eats you out, with the threat of stopping if you stutter even a little. He makes you think, he makes you dream, he makes you laugh.
14. You don't care about the debate anymore.
oh my god this was so lovely!! love when u guys leave me blurbs like this to read i feel like I’m the one getting bedtime stories for change. you have such a vivid and imagery way of writing it’s so beautiful. the prose is so delicate and effective; i can so clearly Feel and See the moment. i especially love ‘his first kiss is like a wine tasting’ and ‘you sit blowing plumes at each other one orange afternoon’. get on tumblr mama start writing there’ll be a spot opening up soon✊
although this is a lot more professor!matty than tutor!au🕺 (the tutor!au staples are weird loser virgin nerd with cool popular bitchy experienced girl) you actually kinda knocked it out of the park for professor like yeah that guy is making her read poetry while eating her out. yes ofc they’re making out on his desk. well yeah he’s debating you and only getting you more worked up for him
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But papa! Why? Chapter 10
Cora had avoided seeing Robert the entire day. Since Friday evening he was in her mind. She was not sure what happened when she touched his jaw, but it had woken something inside her. It did not make any sense; he was rude towards her since she stepped inside the building. Why could she not get him out of her mind and just go on.
“Cora?” Robert’s voice sounded. “I am glad to catch you, finally.” He said stepping into her office.
Cora felt her cheeks blush. “I have been in the office since this morning.” She said as calm as possible, but her heart was racing. Robert’s jaw had a nasty yellow colour. The guy in the bar had hit him harder than she thought. “How is your jaw doing?”
“Well, it doesn’t matter, I found you now.” Robert moved his hand up to his chin. “It is still painful, but it was worth it. How are the pictures coming along?” Robert stepped closer towards Cora.
Robert’s comment made her blush even more. Quickly she said: “I can show you what we have for now.” She clicked a couple of times. Robert walked around the desk so he could see her screen. When he bent down to have a closer look, Cora could smell his scent, he was using Creed she noticed. She smelled bergamot and notes of jasmine and rose. Robert rested his hand on Cora’s shoulder, this sensation made her shiver.
“Are you cold?” Robert now ran his hand over Cora’s back but realised it was inappropriate and pulled his hand back.
“No, no, I am alright. Do you want me to send you the ready pictures?” She straightened her back and ignored what just happened.
Robert stepped away from Cora, why had he done that? Last Friday morning he was disgusted by everything that involved Cora and now he wanted to be close to her and know what perfume she was wearing. He had to admit, that he had been attracted to her from the start. But the idea of her taking over the company made him push her away. “I will wait for your email. Thank you.” Quickly he left before he could do something even more stupid. Like asking her out for a date.
“Sorry? What did you say?”
Robert froze in the doorway, had he said that aloud? “I will wait for your email.” Was what I said.
“No, I mean the part after that.” Cora tilted her head. Robert had mumbled something, but she could not hear it properly.
Robert searched his brain for a proper answer. “I said, do not make it too late. There is no rush.”
Cora smiled, a sight that melted Robert. Why was her smile so mesmerising? “We have until Thursday to send them in. They will be done intime for the next edition of the magazine.”
“Good, thank you.” Robert closed the door and rushed towards his own office. What was happening? Why was he acting like a blubbering fool when he was around Cora. He still did not know why he stepped in last Friday. He would always protect a women, but he felt jealousy when he saw her with another guy.
“You look like you have seen a ghost.” Rosamund’s voice sounded.
Robert shook up, he was still standing at the door to his office. He just looked at Rosamund but did not know how to respond.
“You should ask her out, if you want to.” Rosamund saw Robert’s face and continued. “Do not try to play dumb, you know who I mean. It is obvious that you like her, and I think I can even say she likes you too.”
Robert pulled Rosamund into his office, John was not in today, so his office was empty. Quickly he closed the door. “Do not say those things where everybody can hear you.” He tried to scold Rosamund.
It resulted in Rosamund who started to laugh. “So, I am right, am I not?”
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Cora put her plate in the dishwasher, tomorrow was the last day she could work on the advert, there was still some work left, but she felt it was not necessary to work overtime today. She looked outside, the weather was still nice, there was rain predicted for this evening, but looking at the sky it did not look like it would start raining soon. She decided to go for a walk, her head was running in circles. The situation with Robert did not make her, already strange position in the company any easier. When she had told her mother the story about the family’s title, she had the feeling Martha had already known about it. It still did not make any sense to her, why was her mother so interested in their title. What would it bring her?
And why was she working for ‘Crawley Advertisements’ it did not bring anything for ‘Levinson and son’. There were no company secrets she was being told. All she was doing was just working together with Robert on the projects. She should ask her father about this and press him to get an honest answer. Because although she loved being here in London, and she was not sure she ever wanted to go back and work in her father’s office. She would love to be an employee for ‘Crawley advertisements’ rather than being a representative for their own company. She was getting used to this London life. The balance between work and free time was a lot better here. She could not have been walking along the river the night before a deadline. She decided to call her father this weekend to make things clear.
All a sudden it started to rain, Cora looked around and she noticed she was quite far away from her house. She hoped the rain would not be too bad, Cora turned around and started her way back home. At the time she got home, she was fully drenched. It was as if buckets were thrown down, the concierge gave her an apologetic look.
“If I had known it would rain like this, I would have warned you miss.”
Cora shivered. “It is not your fault. I should have brought an umbrella with me. I am still getting used to this British weather. She got up to her apartment and stepped inside the shower as fast as she could. She could feel the cold in her bones.
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SDAU-Outside Your Station, Chapter 1
Word Count: 827
“I got that beer Mr. Sta-“
But Peter cut himself off when a heavenly smell wrapped around him. His inner fox chittered excitedly as the thick heady smell of bergamot tea and rose hips filled his nostrils. The young New Yorker’s eyes drifted closed as he reveled in the scent, his own spiking to let the creature with the intoxicating scent know that he was close by and attracted to them.
“Yo, kid, that you?” Mike called from his spot around the corner in the living room. Peter was drawn from his own thoughts as he bolted around the corner, the two cases in his hands. The alpha shifter, Mike, smiled at him, “hey kid! You actually got it!”
“I-I’m not 21, so I stood outside until a girl that was came by. Sh-she said she knew brother Weiss and-I thought it was a little bit irresponsible for a woman with a baby bump to-“
“Kitten…”
Peter nodded again, surprised that he knew the woman’s name, “Ye-yeah…she said that was her name.”
“That’s Mike’s mate. She’s been avoiding him since she told him she’s pregnant with his hatchlings. Where’d you see her again?”
“A-at the corner…”
The guys gave him a look and Mike frowned, “she wouldn’t…”
“Wait did you say that the hatchling was yours?”
“Hatchlings!” Tony corrected with a grin, “he fucked a few of em into her…twins, right?”
“Oh-you’re going to be a dad, brother Weiss? That’s great!”
“Your beloved Mr. Stark is too,” Mike smirked, trying to change the subject, “isn’t that right, Tony? You and Pepper have a kit of your own on the way!”
“Wrap it before you tap it, kid!” Tony said briefly as he stood and took one of the cases from Peter’s hands, “what are you doing still standing there kid, sit down with us. Have a few. You deserve it for getting the beer.”
Peter nodded awkwardly and set the other case on the coffee table in front of Mike. He opened the case and grabbed one for himself, “Wh-why does it smell like a woman was in here?”
Mike rolled his eyes, “That would be Tucker’s bitch of an alpha. You know for a pledge with our sister sorority, she’s got a real stick up her ass about everything. All fancy and high and mighty. Hate people like that.”
“His a-alpha? You mean like-his girlfriend?”
Mike was first to catch wise, his brow raising at the hike in Peter’s pitch, “what? You like the smell of her or something?”
Peter found himself blushing as he shook his head vigorously, “What? No. No. She’s someone’s girlfriend. I-“
“TUCKER!”
Mike’s grin fell away as Tony announced his best friend’s arrival in the room behind Peter. The scent became stronger and Peter’s eyes flickered closed yet again. But they were quick to snap open when he heard Mike snickering.
“Guys…you’ve all met my girlfriend, Gina, right?”
“Lance, how many times do I have to tell you, don’t shorten my name. Slang is a term of unclean nature,” she fussed. She gave the guys a firm, tight-lipped smile, “my name is Regina. Regina St. Claire, of the North St. Claire wolves.”
“Oh yes, and I’m Anthony Stark of the New York Stark foxes,” Tony copied, a bit of a sarcastic edge to his voice as he tipped his imaginary top hat, “pleasure to have met your acquaintance.”
She hid her sneer behind another faux smile and looked to Lance, “Lance…perhaps I should go…”
Peter’s throat tightened as Mike jokingly tapped his side, “let our pledge escort you out, Miss. St. Claire.”
She eyed him for a moment, and when their orbs met, it was like she realized and had seen the same thing that Peter did. She could smell his scent and knew that the captivating odor was coming from him.
“Peter…do you have a last name?”
“Parker,” Tony said firmly, cutting in, “and he’s a fox. Not a wolf.”
“I-I think I’ll walk myself out, thank you. You can keep your pledges to yourself. I don’t need a guide!” she spat, her eyes tearing away from Peter. She barely glanced over at Lance before muttering that she would see him later. She was gone in a flash as the door shut a little heavier than it needed to.
“What the hell was that?” Lance asked, gesturing to the door, “that was my girlfriend. My alpha! Why did you guys have to be dicks to her?”
“Come on Lance, lighten up!” Mike encouraged as he leaned forward to grab one of the beers, “all of us in this room know that you and her are just sticking it out until you find your true mates…”
“At this rate, I think you’re stuck with her Tucker,” Tony smirked, a knowing look being given to the omega fox who was still standing awkwardly in the living room, “it doesn’t matter how we treat her; I think she’s choosing to stick with you.”
#a/b/o fic#a/b/o fanfic#a/b/o#school days au#sdau#outside your station#peter parker#omega peter parker#marvel cinematic universe#marvel#mcu#avengers#spiderman
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The Best Perfume To Wear Based On Your Zodiac Sign
Finding your signature perfume can turn out to be an expensive affair, consisting of tons of trial and error. Trust me, I’ve been there. One moment I’m loving a particular scent, and the next moment I’m wondering if I can find something better. Even though I very conveniently blamed the indecisiveness on the fact that I’m a Libran, truth be told, I never actually found a scent that felt like it was ‘made for me’. Until now that is. I’ve recently been taking inspiration from the stars to guide me in the right direction, and so far I have not been disappointed.
This is why I’m here to do the same for you. Whether you’re an earth sign who prefers woody fragrance, or a water sign who likes refreshing scents, here are some perfume recommendations that are bound to get you hooked. Scroll down to find your signature scent.
Perfume For Aquarius (January 20 - February 18)
Element: Air
Ruled by Uranus, the planet that governs innovation, technology, and rebellion, Aquarius are known for their honest, creative, and mysterious personalities. The intellectuals are drawn to scents that are eyebrow-raising and have an element of surprise. The Mugler Angel Eau de Parfum is a fun gourmand that incorporates the essence of Berries, Bergamot, and Patchouli creating a unique scent that will cater to Aquarian’s distinctive personality.
Perfume For Pisces (February 19–March 20)
Element: Water
Represented by the fish, Pisceans are sociable, outgoing and artistic. From a young age, they are drawn to music and poetry. That’s why it comes as no surprise that Pisceans are attracted to fragrances that have a creative undercurrent to inspire and arouse their senses. Perfect By Marc Jacobs is a one-of-a-kind scent that will help Pisces channel their inner goddess with every spritz. The sweet scent of Rhubarb and Narcissus mellowed by Almond Milk, Cashmeran and Cedar is the perfect scent for the sensual Piscean.
Perfume For Aries (March 21 - April 19)
Element: Fire
Ruled by the planet Mars, these fire signs are bold, passionate and born leaders. Give them any task, and watch them execute it with utmost dedication. Aries kick starts the spring season, which is why it’s fitting to give them the Fleur Musc For Her By Narciso Rodriguez – a dynamic and spectacular interpretation of a modern-day flower bouquet. Pink pepper introduces the aroma of the fragrance. Rose, Musk and Peony round out the heart notes, which dries down to a base of Patchouli, Violet and Amber.
Perfume For Taurus (April 20 - May 20)
Element: Earth
Ruled by the planet Venus, Taurian's are lovers of opulence. This earth sign's idle fragrance would be one that makes them feel liberated while also emphasizing their tender side. The My Burberry Black is a medley of Jasmine, with touches of Peach and Rose, set against notes of Amber and Patchouli that play to Taurian's love for elegance.
Perfume For Gemini (May 21 - June 21)
Element: Air
Ruled by the planet Mercury, and represented by a set of twins, Geminis are known to have two very strong personalities. If you want to please a Gemini, you need to give them a scent that tickles their senses. The Love Story By Chloé is composed of fresh notes that will keep Gemini asking for more. Clean and fresh, this one is composed of Neroli, Orange Blossom and Jasmine from Madagascar, which will keep this earth sign intrigued.
Perfume For Cancer (June 22 - July 22)
Element: Water
Ruled by the moon, Cancerians are highly emotional and suckers for a good romance. Sweet, romantic fragrances are ideal for passionate Cancerians. Think comforting, sugary scents that make the Cancerian feel at home. Candy By Prada is a sensual, sweet and warm gourmand perfume with opening notes of musk, layered with vanilla and caramel – perfect to allow the warm and fuzzy Cancerian step out of their shell.
Perfume For Leo (July 23 - August 22)
Element: Fire
Represented by the ferocious lion, Leos are loud, vivacious and never miss an opportunity to be the center of attention. Often known as astrological divas, Leos love anything that’s elegant, upscale, and glamourous. These Fire signs tend to gravitate towards scents that are bold and statement-making. The Libre Intense By Yves Saint Laurent was created for an intense woman living her roaring freedom and following her instinct. Remind you of anyone? Damn right, Leo!
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HEARD OF FLORIDA WATER? HERE'S WHY IT'S THE ONE THING YOUR RITUALS ARE MISSING
By Sarah Regan
If you've never heard of Florida water, let's get one thing out of the way first: No, this is not the water you'll find in the state of Florida. Rather, it's a special liquid that's believed to help enhance any number of rituals.
Here, we dive into what makes Florida water so potent, the best ways to use it, and how to make it yourself.
Florida water is an alcohol-based cologne first used in the early 1800s as a perfume. More recently, it has become a staple in mystical practices, explains the author of Revolutionary Witchcraft Sarah Lyons. It's primarily made by the company Murray & Lanman and carries a very citrusy, floral scent.
As Gabriela Herstik, author of Inner Witch and Bewitching the Elements, adds, it was given the name "Florida water" because the Fountain of Youth is said to be somewhere in Florida. She and Lyons both note that today, it's used for offerings, cleansing, and more and is popular among those who practice hoodoo, rootwork, and American folk magic.
Spiritual uses of Florida water
Here are 20 ways you can incorporate Florida water into your own practices, according to Herstik and Lyons.
Note: Florida water is flammable, so always be mindful when using it around candles.
Offer it to your ancestors or guides on your altar in a bowl.
Have some in a bowl nearby when communing with ancestors or guides and asking them for advice.
Place a small bowl of Florida water on your altar as an offering of self-love.
Wipe your mirror with diluted Florida water, and then do a self-love ritual of your choosing in front of the mirror.
Energetically cleanse yourself with Florida water by spraying it around you or putting a bit on your wrists.
Energetically (and literally) cleanse ritual tools like crystals with a bit of diluted Florida water to give them a refresh.
Use it to cleanse your altar and anything on it by diluting some with water in a spray bottle and spraying on your altar, then wiping down.
Use it in your usual floor cleaner to cleanse your home and wash away negative energy.
Fill a small bowl with spring water, Florida water, and a piece of a bluing square if you have one. Place the bowl by your front door to draw out negative energy from your home. Replace the water once a week.
Use it as the water element in rituals, along with a candle for fire, a crystal or rock for earth, and incense for air. (It's considered powerful to have all four elements present when doing rituals.)
Dilute Florida water with spring water in a spray bottle and use the spray to cleanse any room in your home.
Spray some diluted Florida water around you or your space before you begin a tarot reading.
Spray some diluted Florida water around you or your space before meditating.
Anoint yourself with a bit of Florida water (emphasis on just a bit!) if you want an energetic refresh or a boost of creativity and inspiration.
Use it alongside any spells or rituals for attracting love to increase the potency of the spell/ritual.
Wear a bit like perfume whenever you want protection.
Keep some in your workplace or on your desk to welcome positive energy and banish negativity.
Spray some diluted Florida water and patchouli essential oil on your cash for extra abundance.
Add a bit of Florida water to your laundry (especially bedding if you frequently have nightmares) for protection.
Place some in a bowl on your nightstand to more easily remember your dreams.
How to make it yourself
The beauty of Florida water is it's super simple to make yourself and very customizable based on your intention. Herstik and Lyons do recommend getting it from a credible source if you want the "real" thing, though they're not against making your own. Here's what you'll need:
Materials
1 cup vodka
1 orange peel (or lemon peel)
1 lemon peel
8 to 10 drops of your essential oil of choice. (Traditional oils for Florida water include lavender, lemon, bergamot, and ylang-ylang)
A handful or two of fresh herbs of your choosing (i.e., mint or basil)
1 cinnamon stick (optional)
Method
Combine all your ingredients into a glass container and seal it.
Let the mixture sit for a full lunar cycle (29 days).
Optional: Make it on the night of a full moon and let it charge under the moon's light. Even if you don't make it on the night of a full moon, you can still place it under moonlight when the next full moon comes around.
Where to buy Florida water
If you'd rather skip over the DIY and go with an already-made option, Lyons highly recommends buying it from people who practice hoodoo, rootwork, and American folk magic, "since those are the traditions that first began using it in magic."
Herstik adds that you're likely to find Florida water in your local Botanica stores or witch shops at very reasonable prices, so be sure to check there first.
The takeaway
Whether you're doing a ritual, cleansing your home, or making an offering to your ancestors, incorporating Florida water can be a way to make the ceremony even more powerful.
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Why use body perfume sprays for men?
Do you use perfumes? If not, you should begin using it because body perfume sprays for men have several benefits. In this micro-blog, you will be able to gather a piece of brief information about perfumes and their importance.
Perfume is a mixture of aroma compounds or fragrant essential oils, solvents, and fixatives. Earlier, perfumes were made of spices and herbs like coriander, almond, conifer resin, myrtle, flowers, and bergamot.
In the market, you can find a variety of perfumes available with different scent types. You can pick the best-scented perfume of your choice. Usually, men pick scents with marine freshness, fruity fragrances, aromatic classic masculine fragrances, Fougere strong fragrances, and many others.
What does your perfume contain, and how to use it?
Do you know your perfume contains lemon, pineapple, armoise, neroli, lime, bergamot, citrus, fruity, lavender, pepper, apple, rosemary, marine, patchouli, and many other ingredients? The ingredients might vary on the scent type that you choose for yourself.
To use perfume, firstly, you should shake the can very well. After this, you must hold the can upright 15 centimeters away from your body. Then, safely spray it, avoiding your eyes.
Why use perfumes?
You should use the top grooming products for men, such as perfume, as they have several advantages:
• Gives you a great fragrance
• Instantly enhances the mood
• It can boost your confidence
• Perfume can make you attractive
• It can beat your anxiety blues
• Controls your stress level
• It can treat insomnia
Conclusion:
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In The Heat Of The Night
Summary: You’re just a few months into dating Flip Zimmerman when your heat hits. Do you submit to him or send him away? (Alpha Flip x Omega Female Reader)
Co- Author: @saynotoshityouhate
Words: 6,329
Warnings: Alpha/Betta/Omega, PIV, oral (f-receiving), mentions of breeding.
You lay curled up in your bed, pain ripping through you. Your insides feel as if they’re twisting from the inside out. An ache hits through your core like the steady beat of a drum. All the while, fever courses through your system making you sweaty.
Your heat had hit you out of nowhere and is honestly one of the worst you had ever experienced.
You already had an inkling of why.
Because of him.
Philip Zimmerman- or as he prefers to be called Flip.
You didn’t care which name he preferred because the only one you wanted to call him was Alpha….
Your Alpha.
Another thunderous shock of sticky need rolls through you, dampening your panties to the point that the cotton clings to the outer lips of your cunt.
This was all his fault!
You two had only been dating for about two months but you already knew he was the perfect Alpha and mate.
It had nothing to do with the fact he was beyond attractive. While that didn’t hurt, it had more to do with his personality.
The way in the blink of an eye he’d go from attentive and affectionate boyfriend to dedicated detective. He was the perfect provider and protector. It triggers your instincts to mate and bear pups.
You had never met an Alpha quite like Flip. He made everything so damn easy.
Everything from his scent - fresh bergamot, mahogany, with underlining hints of soft musk - to the way he'd always ask permission by kissing your cheek goodnight before kissing your mouth.
You wanted to do this right and ensure that you didn’t lose him. Some part of you already wants to belong to him….
So when your heat starts so soon into dating, you figure it’s for the best to hide until it passes.
You and Flip had yet to have sex. Sure, you had made out dozens of times and last weekend you had dry humped his thigh while watching TV at your place.
Which… now that you thought about it, is probably the reason your heat has hit you so hard.
Goddamn hormones.
Regardless, you didn’t want to put Flip in that position. Didn’t want to pressure him into taking care of you. Especially so early on in the relationship. What if he put in all the work to be here for you, only to realize he didn’t want you as his Omega?
Another wave of nausea runs through you, causing you to curl into yourself tighter.
Were you actually nauseous or just hungry? You didn’t know for certain, but the thought of sinking your teeth into a steak sounds too good to pass up. You roll over towards the landline on your nightstand, pick up the receiver and dial your favorite restaurant. Luckily you’re friendly with the owner, who agrees to put your dinner on a tab for the next time you can come in.
With your order placed you hang up and flop back down onto your stomach, trying to not reach your hand between your legs. You had been trying to soothe the ache since yesterday, but nothing helped.
You need Alpha.
Need a knot.
You whimper into your mattress, knowing Flip was a phone call away, but you couldn’t.
Not if you wanted to be a candidate to be his mate.
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On the other side of town, Flip Zimmerman paces through the station. He hadn’t heard from you in a few days and it was starting to wear on his nerves.
Did you lose interest?
Find another Alpha?
Kidnapped and being held hostage?
He tries to remain calm but the dark hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. You weren’t his mate, but he felt a strong connection to you.
Mind already made up, Flip grabs his belongings and heads for his truck. He needs to make sure you’re alright.
He drives to your apartment but the moment he enters the lobby - he smells you.
So distinct and overpowering all the other scents in the apartment building.
Lavender, sage and the crisp smell that hits your nose when opening a new book.
Flip inhales deeply, heart pounding in his chest because there is a new scent that accompanies you.
Need.
Hot and desperate need.
No wonder you didn’t call. He finds himself at your door before he’s even registered that his feet carried him there. There’s a delivery food bag waiting outside, but he ignores it to pound on your door.
Inside, you were searching for your food. Your pain is intense but your need to eat outweighs that. So you crawl on hands and knees in nothing but a bra and pantie set toward the door.
You’re just about there when Flip’s scent fills your nostrils.
Alpha.
A fresh wave of arousal rushes through you, slick dripping from your unused cunt. You cover your mouth to stifle the moan that threatens to escape.
His heavy hand banging on the door matches the throbbing you feel.
“Sweetheart? It’s Flip. Let me in, please?”
What was he doing here? Could he smell you? Because fuck you could smell him.
It makes you want to beg him to care for you, mate you, breed you. But it is much too soon for that…. isn’t it?
He keeps on knocking and you panic, trying to cover up your current state with lies.
“H-Hi.” You talk to him through the door with a meek tone, “Flip I…. I can’t let you in. I’m-” You pause to fake cough a few times.”I’ve caught a nasty cold. I don’t want to get you sick.”
You always have been a really shitty liar. Especially when you were attempting to lie while squeezing your slick coated thighs together.
Flip scoffs at your blatant lies and repositions himself, placing both hands along the door frame. His entire body is flushed and sweaty to the point he feels dizzy.
The longer he stands there, breathing you in but unable to touch, the harder his cock becomes.
“Listen to me. We both know very well you aren’t sick. I can smell you.” Flip sighs, trying to keep his tone even. He doesn’t want to scare you off.
“I know this isn’t ideal and this isn’t how I wanted our first time to be, but let me help you. Let me take the hurt away.”
You whine in protest and he snaps. The tenderness in his voice vanishes and is replaced with sternness. You weren’t allowing him to do what he was meant to do!
It has Flip baring his teeth and growling, “Omega. Open this door or I’ll break it down! You shouldn’t be alone right now.”
Your brain function halts for about two seconds.
He used that voice.
His Alpha voice.
The one that compels you to submit to his will.
Flip had never used his Alpha voice on you before. He had never needed to. But now it physically hurts you to disobey.
Shakily you unlock the door and turn the knob before scooting back on your knees to allow the door to open - finally revealing you to Flip’s gaze.
You sit, kneeling on the floor and trembling like a leaf. Your knees are parted, allowing Flip to easily see the slick that drips through your panties and down onto the floor beneath you.
In that moment, he feels torn in two. Torn between being the good new boyfriend and wanting to be the dominant Alpha by fucking the heat out of you right there on the floor.
But Flip is a good man, a good Alpha. He could do both - be both.
Couldn’t he?
His hands grip the wooden planks of the doorframe, threatening to splinter it with the strength of his intense need. But Flip remains in the hallway, not willing to take a step forward until he has your consent.
“Do you understand what it means for me to help you? Is… is that what you want? If it isn’t-” His words falter as a growl edmits from his throat, “If it isn’t then I need to leave.”
His normally deep amber eyes are blown black with lust. They rake over your body and devour you. He’s clearly struggling to keep in control. His instincts barking at him to give you what you need. Without warning he kicks the bag of food over to you.
“I need an answer, Omega. Now.”
You shudder, his growls compelling you to answer honestly. “Yes Flip, I know what it means… I-” You move the food to the side, place your palms on the floor in front of you, and bow your head in submission.
No longer able to fight your needs, you give in. “Please Alpha. N-Need you. It hurts so badly. I don’t want it to hurt anymore.”
With your permission Flip springs in action, taking two long strides to enter your apartment. He slams the door behind him, turning to twist the lock, before hoisting you up into his strong arms. You yelp, as he carries you like a rag doll, like your weight meant nothing to him.
Your skin burns against the thick flannel of his shirt as he stomps his heavy boots to your bedroom. Flip lays you down in your makeshift nest before standing tall over your weakened body. His chest heaves with lust filled breaths while ripping his flannel from his shoulders and tossing it to you. Instantly you bring it to your nose, breathing in his scent- already feeling more relaxed.
“You always smell so fucking good, Flip.” You purred and stripped out of your dampened underwear.
Dark eyes watch your moments as he too continues to undress-groaning as his cock springs free.
Your eyes go wide, pupils darting over every bit of exposed flesh. You had imagined him naked before but not even your wildest fantasies could have prepared you for the mass of muscular perfection standing at the foot of your nest. You don’t know which part of him is the most attractive but your gaze settles on his cock- how it proudly stands at attention, throbbing up from a mess of dark curls.
If he was this thick now... then his knot would be-
You don’t have time to finish your thought because Flip crawls towards you, trapping you beneath him.
“Y-You’re so… so big, Alpha.” You tremble, arms wrapping around his shoulders.
Your compliment has him grinning, all of his shiny white teeth gleaming.
“My Omega can take it.”
You don’t have time to process what he’s just called you because his lips are crashing down onto yours. Your scents mix together to create the most intoxicating aroma.
It has Flip growling low in his chest which in turns sends vibrations through your body. He nips along your jaw down to your neck, licking at your gland while one hand moves between your thighs.
He finds your cunt hot, sticky and ready for him.
“Mmpf, I can’t wait to give you my knot… Fuck.” He slowly pushes one finger inside, stretching you out in preparation.
Your nails dig into his back. He’s only slipped a single finger inside you but it’s enough to have you grinding yourself down on it.
“I’ve w-wanted you for so long. Can’t wait anymore.” You confess in a whimpering plea, “Please don’t make me wait anymore.”
Your begging is borderline pathetic but Flip can’t deny how his cock stiffens in response. Knowing you’ve been holding back your basic instincts in the same way he has softens his heart.
“I’ve needed you from the moment I scented you, Little Wolf. For weeks now, I've been dreaming of finally getting the chance to lay with you.”
As he talks his finger slips out of you and is replaced with the head of his cock. He forces himself to take his time- not only to give you time to adjust but to savor the moment of being inside your tight heat. He sighs out your name, shuddering every time he sinks a little deeper in.
His hot breath fans across your face. It comforts you as your body slowly yields to the impressive size of his cock. You whine, worried you couldn’t take all of him since you already feel stretched out.
“That's it, Omega, taking all of me so well.”
Oh.
But the praise helps.
Your hips rise from the mattress to meet his until Flip is bottomed out inside of you.
The feeling of your tight walls flicks a switch in his brain. He forgets about how new your relationship is and how this is your first time together. All that matters is getting you through your heat. Flip slowly pulls himself out before thrusting his hips forward with such force that it plows you into the bed.
You wail, the drag of his cock along your walls followed by him snapping back inside has you clawing at his back. He fills you to the brim- the most deliciously perfect fit. Not enough to tear you but enough to make you fucking quake.
“F-Feel so stuffed full of your cock, Alpha. Mmmmhh! It’s so good, Alpha. You feel so good!”
“Ngh, yes Omega. Purr for Alpha. Feel that heat melting away on my cock.” Flip establishes an intense pace, his thrusts quick and rough.
You throw your head back as he fucks you so deeply that you can’t do much else other than to take it. Flip on the other hand struggles to keep his mouth away from your mating gland. His mouth waters at the thought of sinking his canines into your soft gland.
He desperately wants to claim you for his own but knows that’s not something he should do in a moment of passion. Bonding the two of you together is not something he can decide on his own.
However your gland won’t stop fucking beckoning to him- it flushes pink, blood rushing beneath the surface. Needing to fight the temptation, Flip slips out of you and quickly turns you over. You sob at the loss of him and try to fight to keep him between your legs.
Your heat makes you delirious- panicking that he’s leaving or that you’ve done something to displease him.
“Alpha please! I’ll be good for you, please. Plea-MH!” Your pleading dies in your throat when Flips rams his cock into you once more. Your cunt takes every inch with ease now that he’s fucked you open for him.
You subconsciously raise your ass to aid him in hitting you deeper. All the while your instincts whisper to you- that this is the position needed to take his pups. You moan low in your throat, almost pained but so very full.
Full of everything Flip Zimmerman had to give you.
“Good girl Omega, submit to your Alpha and take his knot like the bitch in heat you are.” His large hands grip bruises into your waist as he snaps his hips repeatedly into your backside. The room fills with clapping from his hip bones smacking against your ass.
Just when you think the pleasure can’t get any better, Flip snakes a hand around to find your clit. He knows the moment he’s found it from the way you gasp for breath. He rubs quick circles over it, groaning as fresh waves of slick pour from your cunt and down to his balls.
Flip growls, knowing that your body is preparing to stretch to the size of his knot. He can already feel it starting to form at the base of his cock in anticipation.
“Are you going to cum, Omega? Are you going to gush all that hot cum all over my knot?”
You can only manage a whimper and a nod, words failing you the closer you get to your orgasm. You can tell that Flip is also nearing his peak. His once precise thrusts become sloppy, but not once does he stop rubbing your clit.
Through gritted teeth he groans, “Cum for me Little Wolf. Cum together with Alpha.”
The permission is all you need to let go. Your orgasm hits you hard, blinding you as you scream out Flip’s name.
Your walls clench around him as you cry out, pushing him over the edge with a shout, “Fuck! Fuck! Grrrraaaaarrrrr!” He drives himself into you one last time before his knot expands and locks the both of you together.
You both shudder as ropes of cum fill you up before you both collapse forwards. But Flip’s arms come around your middle, securing you to his chest so you both can rest on your sides.
Your body shudders at the feeling of being knotted.
Not knotted but just anyone… but knotted by him.
You can feel his seed locked inside of you by his knot. Just like it was meant to be.
A tale told of Alphas and Omegas since the beginning of time. It washes over you, turns your bones to jelly and for a moment you are sated.
The feeling of Flip licking along your shoulder brings you back to the present. You purr, content and warm in his arms and on his knot.
“How are you feeling ‘mega?” His facial hair tickles the shell of your ear as he nuzzles into it.
You lace your fingers with his and tightly squeeze before looking over your shoulder at him. “Full Alpha. I feel very full.”
Flip smiles at your words and nudges your cheek with his nose.
You close the small amount of distance between you and mumble against his mouth, “Thank you Flip.”
Your lips skim along one another in a delicate kiss.
A quiet lull falls over your bedroom and both you and Flip rest peacefully in that silence. Tense muscles start to relax. You feel like you might drift off to sleep until the deep rumble of his voice gets your attention.
“I need you to promise you won’t hide this from me again.” He doesn’t sound angry but you can tell he means business.
You hang your head in shame, realizing now that you should have been honest with him from the beginning. Thick fingers come to rest under your chin, tilting it up so you look back at him.
“I need to be able to take care of my Omega. I need you to promise me that you’ll let me try, alright?”
Your throat tightens with unspoken emotions. You’ve been holding back your feelings for a long while but you can’t deny them when he looks at you with all the tender care his large body can muster.
“I promise Alpha. I… I want you to take care of me.” You try to recover from the crack in your voice but the watering of your eyes makes that very difficult.
Flip leans in and kisses you in thanks. Slowly his knot deflates and he’s able to carefully dislodge his cock from you. You can’t hide your sadness at the emptiness he’s left behind.
He turns you to face him, distracting you with a giant paw cupping the side of your face.
“Why don’t I go warm up that food you ordered, get something in your system?” He kisses at the tip of your nose, chuckling when your face brightens at the mention of food.
You nod enthusiastically.
With a
chuckle Flip crawls out of your nest, he covers you in blankets and helps you to slip his flannel on. He selfishly leaves it unbuttoned not wanting your body hidden from view and smiles at you when you hold the sleeve close to his nose to breathe in his scent.
He quickly finds his boxers, pulling them up his thick, muscular legs and then comes to leave a kiss to your forehead.
“I’ll be right back, Little Wolf.”
You give him a nod and settle back in your nest while Flip makes his way downstairs.
He finds the discarded bag of take out and takes it to the kitchen. There he makes you a plate of food and heats it in the microwave. Standing in the soft glow of the overhead oven light, a sense of pride bubbles up from the pit of his stomach.
Flip Zimmerman was getting the chance to be a true Alpha to someone. For the past few years all he had been longing for was to be a provider, a protector, a lover and father.
He had been so close to losing hope until the day he first laid eyes on you.
You were resilient, loving, compassionate, and you had a smile that could raise a man from the dead.
Maybe that’s what you had done with him… raised him from the dead because ever since meeting you it was as if the last of the Winter’s frost had melted away.
And now he wanted nothing more than to live with you in that eternal feeling of Spring and new beginnings. All he needed was a little more time to prove he was worthy enough to mark and mate you.
The microwave beeps a happy little tune to signify that the food is ready. Eager to get back to you, Flip carries the plate back up to your bedroom. You’re right where he left you, snuggled in your nest in his shirt.
“Eat up ‘mega.” He grins, handing you your steak and mashed potatoes before turning away in search of his jeans.
“Rather eat Alpha's cock…” You mumble to yourself, but Flip is too busy looking for his cigarettes.
He rummages around in his pants pocket, finding the carton and holds them up to you. “You mind?”
You shake your head ‘no’ with a gentle smile.
Walking to your bedroom window, he opens it slightly and sits his large body in the window sill. With a flick of his wrist a flame bursts forth from the lighter.
Flip places the lit cigarette between his plush pink lips, takes a deep drag and blows the smoke out of the window.
You watch him carefully. You’ve seen him smoke before but something about him almost naked and doing it sitting on your windowsill makes your nipples harden.
This has to be your heat.... right? Why was him blowing smoke out of his mouth making you start to drip again? You try to hide it, pulling your knees to your chest and focusing on eating your very rare steak.
You feel his eyes on you and you swallow hard before looking at him. His eyes have darkened once more, seeing you wrapped in his flannel with your flushed skin and messy hair.
“You look beautiful, all blissed out for me.”
Your cheeks burn at his words and self consciously you try to smooth your hair down, “Y-You really think so, Alpha?”
He just keeps staring at you hungrily as he finishes his cigarette. His eyes bare into your soul - so dark and needy.
“Flipppp,” You half whine, half moan his name. A rush of need crashes over you like a tidal wave but is quickly followed by heat and pain. He's beside you in an instant, your hands gripping at his shoulders as you push your face against his.
“What would help you feel better, Little Wolf? Tell me.”
You stare at his lips. You’ve always wondered what they would feel like on places other than your mouth. You kiss him, hard, and pant into his mouth.
“I… I want Alpha's mouth and then I want his knot again. Please Alpha?”
Flip moans into your mouth, smelling your heat wash over you. He smiles cockily at your request.
“Oh this mouth, Omega?” He kisses along your jaw and down your neck to your gland, suckling at it.
“Is this what you mean, Omega? Or…” He moves down to your breasts, nipping and licking around your nipples. “Did you mean this, Omega? Tell me - greedy girl. Where do you want your Alpha’s mouth? Be. Specific.”
“Cruel man. You know what I mean, Alpha!” You yelp at him but it only makes him sink his teeth into the side of your breast, leaving his mark in your flesh. You writhe beneath him but he doesn't release you until you tell him what he wants to hear.
“On my cunt! Please on my cunt Alpha!”
Flip lets go with a toothy grin. Trembling, your eyes meet his, whimpering pitifully.
You compel him in your own way-softer and more feminine.
“Please Alpha... I.... I've imagined your mouth on me so many times.” Your cheeks heat up at your admission. “Or how your lips would feel wrapped around my clit. How you'd snake your tongue inside and fuck me with it. I’ve imagined how you'd groan at the taste of me.” You sit up slightly, resting on your forearms as you continue to gaze into his deep brown eyes that stare back at you - wide and blown out. “Praying you'd want more. That you'd get addicted to the taste. Need that now Alpha. Please?”
Flip raises his head, smirking mischievously. “Good Omega, using your words and saying please.” He began to move down your stomach, leaving hot wet kisses in his wake that make you squirm.
“So all this time we’ve been dating, you’ve been imagining this?” He grips the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs up and open, biting along the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.
Your head rolled to the side to rest on your shoulder from the feeling of his hot kisses, but what has your cunt clenching is the dangerously filthy words that spills from his lips.
“All these weeks, I’d take you out for a nice dinner, and after you’d come home and fuck yourself with one of those toys of yours. Isn’t that right, Omega?”
He runs his tongue slowly from slit to clit, looking deep into your eyes as he extends and flattens his tongue, “Mmm, would you writhe in this bed and moan my name? Show me, Little Wolf.”
“Y-Yes Alpha, I'd make myself cum after our dates. C-Couldn't help it….” You whimper, almost too embarrassed to finish your sentence. Especially with how badly you’re twitching for him while his face is buried between your thighs.
Flip takes his time, licking and cleaning the slick from your folds but purposely avoids your clit. He wants to drag out your pleasure until you’re begging. His eyes are blown black, never once moving away from you even as waves of his hair fall into his line of vision.
“Tell me more, ‘mega.” He groans at your taste, sending vibrations through your core.
You struggle to think coherently and start babbling at him instead.
“I-.... I always knew you were meant to be my Alpha, Flip Zimmerman.” You capture your bottom lip between your teeth, praying you hadn’t said the wrong thing.
Powerful fingers dig into your thighs, pulling them apart even further.
“Please on my clit so I can cum for my Alpha!”
The reward for your honesty is instantaneous- full lips finally wrap around your clit. You moan, hips arching and toes curling. Nothing could have prepared you for the actual feeling.
You find your hand snaking down to push and hold his hair back for him. He looks feral, as if he was trying to devour you whole. Your overly sloppy cunt must be dampaning his facial hair but Flip doesn’t bat an eye.
He’s certain that he’ll be tasting you for days and washing your cunt juice out of his beard. The thought alone has him sucking harder on your clit- slick dripping down onto the bed.
“F-Flip! Don't stop! Please! Ge-Getting closer.”
He pulls away for just a second to give you a firm command, “Louder, Omega. Tell Alpha how he makes you feel.”
“Mmmh! M-My Alpha makes me feel so fucking good. My Alpha treats me right, m-makes me feel beautiful.” Flip’s tongue flicks at your clit and you buck into his mouth, “F-Fuck that feels good!”
He does it again and your nipples harden as you start to grind into his mouth while moaning, “My Alpha takes care of me! My Alpha fucks me to get me through my heat. My Alpha is perfect.”
Flip smiles at your words, eyes crinkling at the corners. No one had ever praised him quite like this.
“I want Alpha to watch his Omega cum from just his mouth.” You pant, the coil in your belly tightening.
That has Flip groaning into your cunt, his cock throbbing in its confinement, “I’m watching Little Wolf. Come on, gush all over Alpha’s face.”
He grips your thighs tighter, pulling you closer and humming against your sex, his lips vibrating around your clit. Your thighs start to tremble in his large hands, the tension growing tighter and tighter until you’re just about to shatter. You throw your head back, chanting Flip’s name like a church hymn- singing his praise as you cum.
You do in fact gush all over Flip’s face, making his eyes roll back into his skull, your scent and taste overwhelming his senses. You roll your hips downward against him, riding out your aftershocks as your cum drips from you like water.
Flip whimpers at the painful pulsing of his cock. He struggles with his inner instincts to mark you. Some deep voice from within him hisses that if he doesn’t claim what’s his another could just come up and take you.
But you were meant to be his. Flip knows that deep in his gut you are supposed to be his and he yours.
He licks and sucks up every sweet drop you’ve given him, savoring the taste and determined to provide you with even more pleasure. So he can prove to you that there is no other Alpha above him.
Only he could be the perfect mate for you.
You start to slowly come down, the sound of his whimper causing goosebumps to run up your arms. You look back down at him and preen happily.
Unaware of Flip’s thoughts you smile down at him, fingers running through his thick locks and cooing.
“My Alpha.”
Like lightning, Flip is detangling himself from between your legs and traps you beneath him. He grips your wrists tightly, pinning them down on either side of your head. The mattress dips some from his weight, but that’s not what steals the air from your lungs.
It’s the way he looks at you.
Like you are a prized possession just out of his reach.
With teeth bared and eyes blazing he growls, “I don’t know if I can control myself any longer Omega. It’s taking every ounce of my strength not to claim you right here and now as mine.”
Your heart rate speeds up, this is what you had been wanting…
To give yourself to him, be with him always and be his mate.
“F-Flip you… You mean that? You don’t think it’s too soon?” You try not to cry as you speak but your eyes are glassy regardless.
He takes your question as a sign of hesitation- that he’s moving too fast.
“Tell me no and I’ll leave.”
Using more strength than you knew you possessed you break yourself from his hold to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, “Don’t you dare leave!” You blush, face twinging pink when you realize you’re shouting in his face.
You soften your tone and let your hand cup his cheek. “I want to belong to you, Flip Zimmerman.”
You open your legs wider- cunt warm and wet for him.
A final invitation for him to take what's his.
In an instant Flip has his boxers pushed down his thighs, freeing his already weeping cock. He hovers over you, his cock resting in the cleft of your cunt, precum dripping from the tip.
He reaches between you, aligning his cock with your opening, “You’re mine now, Omega. Only mine. Forever. You hear me?” He pushes himself inside, moaning out at your warmth.
Inch by inch your cunt yields to him.
“I hear you Alpha! Only yours!”
He swallows your cries with a kiss, tongue exploring your mouth much like he previously did to your cunt.
You meet his hungry kiss with your own passion, clinging to him like a liferaft.
Flip pulls back from your kiss, visibly shuddering as your inner walls tighten around his shaft, “Ffffuck! This cunt will never accept another. Do you understand? By accepting you agree to be my Omega, my cock hungry bitch, my breeder.”
Your eyes go wide, cunt pulsing around his length. His words and the names he calls you have you quaking.
He pulls out, the tip of his cock barely inside you before ramming back into you. His dark eyes boring holes into yours, his breath hot against your face, and his pearly white teeth aching to sink into your flesh.
You throw your head back with a howl. You’re a dripping, shivering mess beneath him as he fucks you. His cock burrowing its way into your cunt as if it was his new home.
Your eyes close, unable to do anything else but nod and take his brutal thrusts.
He continues outlining your agreements, like a contract - like vows.
“You agree to carry and birth my pups, to supply me with a litter to support and care for. And most importantly you agree to be protected and cared for by your Alpha. Do you understand, Omega?”
Your eyes flutter open, his face is red, warmth behind his black eyes and his forehead covered in tiny drops of sweat.
He looks beyond feral - like a true wolf ready to mark his territory.
He's so close to your face, filling your senses with only him.
In this moment your body is his. Everything that made you you is his.
He uses your real name to snap you to reality, to ensure you were of sound mind and body to make this life altering decision. “Answer me.”
“Yes, I understand. I want that... Want that with you Flip.” You squeeze him tighter, needing to hold him. You stare into his eyes with all the sincerity you had in you. “I want to give you pups, want to love you, feed you, m-make a home with you.”
With your mind made up long before he carried you up to your nest, you bare your throat to him and offer your mating gland to him. “Please Alpha, bind me to you forever. Make me your mate.”
Flip’s eyes stare deeply into yours, his hips bucking wildly as he fucks you. He leans down to kiss you deeply, moaning into your mouth as his orgasm starts to build.
“I love you, Little Wolf,” he whispers, brushing his nose against yours, before kissing down your jawline and lapping at your mating gland.
You gasp from his words and his tongue touching your gland. One hand grips his hair, your fingers getting tangled. Tension builds and you whine, moaning breathlessly.
“I love you too, Alpha. Please... please need to be yours.” You can feel your nipples harden at the sight of his teeth.
Your cunt flutters around his cock as you move your lips to his own gland. He whimpers in reply, like a sick puppy. He’s so overcome with the passion and arousal that he almost forgot what to do next.
“Omega, fuck! Yes! Yes, please right there!” He's so close, you can feel it. So close to claiming you.
Your mouth finds his gland, suckling on and purring against it. You try matching his movements but his pace causes the bed to shake. The headboard hits against the wall- at this rate the paint and plaster would start chipping off.
“FLIP!” You yelp at him, needing him but then you feel it.
His teeth sink into your gland.
You cry out, your orgasm taking you suddenly and without warning. You gush all over his cock down to his balls and the bedsheets below you. Your teeth bite down on his gland, moaning at the taste of his blood and the feeling blooming from your own.
It's blissful.... other worldly.
You’re his.
He was yours.
Finally.
Flip’s body is overwhelmed with white hot euphoria from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He lets go of your neck, only to howl and arch his back as he cums, lodging his knot inside you and filling you with more hot seed.
You want to cry but in joy as Flip's knot fills and stretches you. You keep your mouth latched onto his gland until he’s emptied his load into you.
Unable to hold his weight up any longer, Flip collapses on top of you. You both pant for breath as your bodies tremble in the aftermath of your mutual orgasms.
After a moment Flip rolls onto his back and pulls you to rest atop his chest. His hands stroke along your back and his lips kiss your forehead.
You lay in comfortable silence, reveling in your new bond. Flip has imagined this moment for longer than he cared to admit - finding his one, his mate, his Omega. He smiled into your hair, content and happy, his knot snugly fit inside you.
A new scent fills the air- a mix of you both blending perfectly to create something new and you start to cry.
Alarmed, Flip tilts your chin up and soothes you while wiping away your tears, “Hey, Hey. Shhhh what’s wrong? Tell Alpha, sweet girl.”
“Y-Yours. I'm yours now.” You whisper as the tears roll down your still flushed cheeks.
His concern fades, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
His emotional, compassionate little mate.
“That's right, Omega. You’re mine.” He coos, bringing a hand to massage your scalp. “You’ll always be protected, cared for, looked after. I’ll never leave you, that’s a promise.”
He waits until you return his smile before leaning in to kiss you - the first of many kisses as a mated pair.
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blind date | jjh
pairing: jaehyun x gn! reader
genre: fluff, non-idol! au, blind date
word count: 808
summary: your cousin, johnny, sets you up on a blind date with his very attractive friend.
Johnny had been bothering you about finding a date to your aunt’s wedding for months. He was your favorite cousin, by far, but you were seriously close to strangling him. “Will you just drop it?” you huffed as he brought up the subject for the umpteenth time.
“You’re the one who’s going to be complaining when Grandma comes up to you and asks when you’re going to bring a nice boy home,” he said, leaning over the countertop to steal a fresh-from-the-oven cookie, though you smack his hand away lightly. “Hey!” He rubbed his hand.
“I don’t want you setting me up with one of your friends, Johnny.”
“Why not? They’re all nice!”
“Because it’ll be weird!” You turn to face him finally. “Remember the last time you sent me on a date with your friend? It’s still awkward seeing Sehun at your parties.”
“Okay, how was I supposed to know he wasn’t over his ex?”
“Besides,” you said, “what if we break up and you have to choose sides? It’s not fair to you.”
He laughed, “Aren’t you jumping far ahead? You haven’t even agreed to a date.”
“And I’m not going to.”
Johnny sighed, fishing his phone from his jeans. He tapped on the screen before turning it to show it to you. You stared at the photo on screen, then back up at Johnny, and back down to the screen. “You did not just show me a picture of Ten. We see him so much, he’s practically family. Pass.”
“He’ll be heartbroken,” Johnny sniffed fakely. He showed you more photos of his friends – Taeyong, Jungwoo, Donghyuck – and you came up with an excuse for why you couldn’t go out with each. Taeyong’s got too much on his plate for a relationship; Jungwoo’s actually been seeing a girl from your Econ class; and Donghyuck’s too young.
Johnny was still swiping through his phone when he paused, peeked up at you, and asked, “Have you met Jaehyun yet?”
You shook your head. You’d heard about Jaehyun from so many people – the illustrious Jeong Jaehyun who’s been abroad in the United States for the last year and recently returned. He was somewhat of a living legend on campus; quite frankly, you don’t know how you hadn’t met or seen him ever.
“Stay right there,” Johnny said, and before you could even ask him what he was doing, the sound of his phone camera shutter sounded. You blinked at him, listening to the taps of his keyboard, before you connected the dots.
“Are you sending him a picture of me?” When Johnny didn’t answer, you rushed around the counter, making a grab for the phone. Johnny easily side-stepped you, holding his high above your head. Damn him and his long limbs. The whoosh of a sent text went off, and you scowled. “I hate you.”
“I’m doing you a favor.”
“What did you even say to him?”
Johnny shrugged. “Just sent him the pic and your situation.”
You bristled at his wording but didn’t say anything, waiting anxiously for Johnny’s phone to ping. A few agonizing minutes passed, which felt like hours, before there was a chime and Johnny looked at his phone. Almost shyly, you asked, “What did he say?”
Johnny just wore a shit-eating smirk, reaching over and taking a bite of a cookie. “Are you free this Friday at six?”
You stood awkwardly at the entrance to the restaurant, waiting for Jeong Jaehyun to materialize. As a family of four was seated, you checked your phone quickly, watching 5:59 turn to 6:00.
A gentle scent filled your nose – men’s cologne, a mix of bergamot, vanilla, and something floral – and you felt a presence at your side. Turning to look, your heart leapt into your throat. “Hi,” the man said, smiling. Shit, you thought, those dimples. “You’re Y/n?”
You, somehow, managed to recover from that devastating smile, saying, “Yeah, that’s me. I’m guessing you’re Jaehyun.”
“That’s me.” He looked you up and down, and his dimples deepened as his smile grew. “I can’t believe you’re even prettier in person.”
Your face heated up. “I would say the same to you, but Johnny never actually showed me your photo.”
He laughed, “I hope I’m not disappointing.”
“Not at all!” you said, and your quick response made your face get even warmer.
“Ah, is your party all here?” the hostess reappeared, picking menus up. “Follow me.”
“After you,” Jaehyun said, gesturing with a playful flourish.
You found yourself smiling, trailing after the hostess. When you sat down, you wondered how this guy looked even better in candlelight, the shadows and light working to highlight his best features. You felt a buzz in your purse and, as Jaehyun peered at the menu, you took a chance to look at your phone.
Johnny [6:03 pm]: You’re welcome.
part two: the wedding
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In The Heat Of The Night (Alpha!Flip x Omega!Reader)
A collaborative fic with @ladyinwriting18 💜
Word Count: 6329
Summary: You’re just a few months into dating Flip Zimmerman when your heat hits. Do you submit to him or send him away?
Tags: a/b/o, PIV, oral (f-receiving), let us know if you catch anything else!
Author’s Note: Flippity floppity destroy my pussy.
You lay curled up in your bed, pain ripping through you. Your insides feel as if they’re twisting from the inside out. An ache hits through your core like the steady beat of a drum. All the while, fever courses through your system making you sweaty.
Your heat had hit you out of nowhere and is honestly one of the worst you had ever experienced.
You already had an inkling of why.
Because of him.
Philip Zimmerman- or as he prefers to be called Flip.
You didn’t care which name he preferred because the only one you wanted to call him was Alpha….
Your Alpha.
Another thunderous shock of sticky need rolls through you, dampening your panties to the point that the cotton clings to the outer lips of your cunt.
This was all his fault!
You two had only been dating for about two months but you already knew he was the perfect Alpha and mate.
It had nothing to do with the fact he was beyond attractive. While that didn’t hurt, it had more to do with his personality.
The way in the blink of an eye he’d go from attentive and affectionate boyfriend to dedicated detective. He was the perfect provider and protector. It triggers your instincts to mate and bear pups.
You had never met an Alpha quite like Flip. He made everything so damn easy.
Everything from his scent - fresh bergamot, mahogany, with underlining hints of soft musk - to the way he'd always ask permission by kissing your cheek goodnight before kissing your mouth.
You wanted to do this right and ensure that you didn’t lose him. Some part of you already wants to belong to him….
So when your heat starts so soon into dating, you figure it’s for the best to hide until it passes.
You and Flip had yet to have sex. Sure, you had made out dozens of times and last weekend you had dry humped his thigh while watching TV at your place.
Which… now that you thought about it, is probably the reason your heat has hit you so hard.
Goddamn hormones.
Regardless, you didn’t want to put Flip in that position. Didn’t want to pressure him into taking care of you. Especially so early on in the relationship. What if he put in all the work to be here for you, only to realize he didn’t want you as his Omega?
Another wave of nausea runs through you, causing you to curl into yourself tighter.
Were you actually nauseous or just hungry? You didn’t know for certain, but the thought of sinking your teeth into a steak sounds too good to pass up. You roll over towards the landline on your nightstand, pick up the receiver and dial your favorite restaurant. Luckily you’re friendly with the owner, who agrees to put your dinner on a tab for the next time you can come in.
With your order placed you hang up and flop back down onto your stomach, trying to not reach your hand between your legs. You had been trying to soothe the ache since yesterday, but nothing helped.
You need Alpha.
Need a knot.
You whimper into your mattress, knowing Flip was a phone call away, but you couldn’t.
Not if you wanted to be a candidate to be his mate.
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On the other side of town, Flip Zimmerman paces through the station. He hadn’t heard from you in a few days and it was starting to wear on his nerves.
Did you lose interest?
Find another Alpha?
Kidnapped and being held hostage?
He tries to remain calm but the dark hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. You weren’t his mate, but he felt a strong connection to you.
Mind already made up, Flip grabs his belongings and heads for his truck. He needs to make sure you’re alright.
He drives to your apartment but the moment he enters the lobby - he smells you.
So distinct and overpowering all the other scents in the apartment building.
Lavender, sage and the crisp smell that hits your nose when opening a new book.
Flip inhales deeply, heart pounding in his chest because there is a new scent that accompanies you.
Need.
Hot and desperate need.
No wonder you didn’t call. He finds himself at your door before he’s even registered that his feet carried him there. There’s a delivery food bag waiting outside, but he ignores it to pound on your door.
Inside, you were searching for your food. Your pain is intense but your need to eat outweighs that. So you crawl on hands and knees in nothing but a bra and pantie set toward the door.
You’re just about there when Flip’s scent fills your nostrils.
Alpha.
A fresh wave of arousal rushes through you, slick dripping from your unused cunt. You cover your mouth to stifle the moan that threatens to escape.
His heavy hand banging on the door matches the throbbing you feel.
“Sweetheart? It’s Flip. Let me in, please?”
What was he doing here? Could he smell you? Because fuck you could smell him.
It makes you want to beg him to care for you, mate you, breed you. But it is much too soon for that…. isn’t it?
He keeps on knocking and you panic, trying to cover up your current state with lies.
“H-Hi.” You talk to him through the door with a meek tone, “Flip I…. I can’t let you in. I’m-” You pause to fake cough a few times.”I’ve caught a nasty cold. I don’t want to get you sick.”
You always have been a really shitty liar. Especially when you were attempting to lie while squeezing your slick coated thighs together.
Flip scoffs at your blatant lies and repositions himself, placing both hands along the door frame. His entire body is flushed and sweaty to the point he feels dizzy.
The longer he stands there, breathing you in but unable to touch, the harder his cock becomes.
“Listen to me. We both know very well you aren’t sick. I can smell you.” Flip sighs, trying to keep his tone even. He doesn’t want to scare you off.
“I know this isn’t ideal and this isn’t how I wanted our first time to be, but let me help you. Let me take the hurt away.”
You whine in protest and he snaps. The tenderness in his voice vanishes and is replaced with sternness. You weren’t allowing him to do what he was meant to do!
It has Flip baring his teeth and growling, “Omega. Open this door or I’ll break it down! You shouldn’t be alone right now.”
Your brain function halts for about two seconds.
He used that voice.
His Alpha voice.
The one that compels you to submit to his will.
Flip had never used his Alpha voice on you before. He had never needed to. But now it physically hurts you to disobey.
Shakily you unlock the door and turn the knob before scooting back on your knees to allow the door to open - finally revealing you to Flip’s gaze.
You sit, kneeling on the floor and trembling like a leaf. Your knees are parted, allowing Flip to easily see the slick that drips through your panties and down onto the floor beneath you.
In that moment, he feels torn in two. Torn between being the good new boyfriend and wanting to be the dominant Alpha by fucking the heat out of you right there on the floor.
But Flip is a good man, a good Alpha. He could do both - be both.
Couldn’t he?
His hands grip the wooden planks of the doorframe, threatening to splinter it with the strength of his intense need. But Flip remains in the hallway, not willing to take a step forward until he has your consent.
“Do you understand what it means for me to help you? Is… is that what you want? If it isn’t-” His words falter as a growl edmits from his throat, “If it isn’t then I need to leave.”
His normally deep amber eyes are blown black with lust. They rake over your body and devour you. He’s clearly struggling to keep in control. His instincts barking at him to give you what you need. Without warning he kicks the bag of food over to you.
“I need an answer, Omega. Now.”
You shudder, his growls compelling you to answer honestly. “Yes Flip, I know what it means… I-” You move the food to the side, place your palms on the floor in front of you, and bow your head in submission.
No longer able to fight your needs, you give in. “Please Alpha. N-Need you. It hurts so badly. I don’t want it to hurt anymore.”
With your permission Flip springs in action, taking two long strides to enter your apartment. He slams the door behind him, turning to twist the lock, before hoisting you up into his strong arms. You yelp, as he carries you like a rag doll, like your weight meant nothing to him.
Your skin burns against the thick flannel of his shirt as he stomps his heavy boots to your bedroom. Flip lays you down in your makeshift nest before standing tall over your weakened body. His chest heaves with lust filled breaths while ripping his flannel from his shoulders and tossing it to you. Instantly you bring it to your nose, breathing in his scent- already feeling more relaxed.
“You always smell so fucking good, Flip.” You purred and stripped out of your dampened underwear.
Dark eyes watch your moments as he too continues to undress-groaning as his cock springs free.
Your eyes go wide, pupils darting over every bit of exposed flesh. You had imagined him naked before but not even your wildest fantasies could have prepared you for the mass of muscular perfection standing at the foot of your nest. You don’t know which part of him is the most attractive but your gaze settles on his cock- how it proudly stands at attention, throbbing up from a mess of dark curls.
If he was this thick now... then his knot would be-
You don’t have time to finish your thought because Flip crawls towards you, trapping you beneath him.
“Y-You’re so… so big, Alpha.” You tremble, arms wrapping around his shoulders.
Your compliment has him grinning, all of his shiny white teeth gleaming.
“My Omega can take it.”
You don’t have time to process what he’s just called you because his lips are crashing down onto yours. Your scents mix together to create the most intoxicating aroma.
It has Flip growling low in his chest which in turns sends vibrations through your body. He nips along your jaw down to your neck, licking at your gland while one hand moves between your thighs.
He finds your cunt hot, sticky and ready for him.
“Mmpf, I can’t wait to give you my knot… Fuck.” He slowly pushes one finger inside, stretching you out in preparation.
Your nails dig into his back. He’s only slipped a single finger inside you but it’s enough to have you grinding yourself down on it.
“I’ve w-wanted you for so long. Can’t wait anymore.” You confess in a whimpering plea, “Please don’t make me wait anymore.”
Your begging is borderline pathetic but Flip can’t deny how his cock stiffens in response. Knowing you’ve been holding back your basic instincts in the same way he has softens his heart.
“I’ve needed you from the moment I scented you, Little Wolf. For weeks now, I've been dreaming of finally getting the chance to lay with you.”
As he talks his finger slips out of you and is replaced with the head of his cock. He forces himself to take his time- not only to give you time to adjust but to savor the moment of being inside your tight heat. He sighs out your name, shuddering every time he sinks a little deeper in.
His hot breath fans across your face. It comforts you as your body slowly yields to the impressive size of his cock. You whine, worried you couldn’t take all of him since you already feel stretched out.
“That's it, Omega, taking all of me so well.”
Oh.
But the praise helps.
Your hips rise from the mattress to meet his until Flip is bottomed out inside of you.
The feeling of your tight walls flicks a switch in his brain. He forgets about how new your relationship is and how this is your first time together. All that matters is getting you through your heat. Flip slowly pulls himself out before thrusting his hips forward with such force that it plows you into the bed.
You wail, the drag of his cock along your walls followed by him snapping back inside has you clawing at his back. He fills you to the brim- the most deliciously perfect fit. Not enough to tear you but enough to make you fucking quake.
“F-Feel so stuffed full of your cock, Alpha. Mmmmhh! It’s so good, Alpha. You feel so good!”
“Ngh, yes Omega. Purr for Alpha. Feel that heat melting away on my cock.” Flip establishes an intense pace, his thrusts quick and rough.
You throw your head back as he fucks you so deeply that you can’t do much else other than to take it. Flip on the other hand struggles to keep his mouth away from your mating gland. His mouth waters at the thought of sinking his canines into your soft gland.
He desperately wants to claim you for his own but knows that’s not something he should do in a moment of passion. Bonding the two of you together is not something he can decide on his own.
However your gland won’t stop fucking beckoning to him- it flushes pink, blood rushing beneath the surface. Needing to fight the temptation, Flip slips out of you and quickly turns you over. You sob at the loss of him and try to fight to keep him between your legs.
Your heat makes you delirious- panicking that he’s leaving or that you’ve done something to displease him.
“Alpha please! I’ll be good for you, please. Plea-MH!” Your pleading dies in your throat when Flips rams his cock into you once more. Your cunt takes every inch with ease now that he’s fucked you open for him.
You subconsciously raise your ass to aid him in hitting you deeper. All the while your instincts whisper to you- that this is the position needed to take his pups. You moan low in your throat, almost pained but so very full.
Full of everything Flip Zimmerman had to give you.
“Good girl Omega, submit to your Alpha and take his knot like the bitch in heat you are.” His large hands grip bruises into your waist as he snaps his hips repeatedly into your backside. The room fills with clapping from his hip bones smacking against your ass.
Just when you think the pleasure can’t get any better, Flip snakes a hand around to find your clit. He knows the moment he’s found it from the way you gasp for breath. He rubs quick circles over it, groaning as fresh waves of slick pour from your cunt and down to his balls.
Flip growls, knowing that your body is preparing to stretch to the size of his knot. He can already feel it starting to form at the base of his cock in anticipation.
“Are you going to cum, Omega? Are you going to gush all that hot cum all over my knot?”
You can only manage a whimper and a nod, words failing you the closer you get to your orgasm. You can tell that Flip is also nearing his peak. His once precise thrusts become sloppy, but not once does he stop rubbing your clit.
Through gritted teeth he groans, “Cum for me Little Wolf. Cum together with Alpha.”
The permission is all you need to let go. Your orgasm hits you hard, blinding you as you scream out Flip’s name.
Your walls clench around him as you cry out, pushing him over the edge with a shout, “Fuck! Fuck! Grrrraaaaarrrrr!” He drives himself into you one last time before his knot expands and locks the both of you together.
You both shudder as ropes of cum fill you up before you both collapse forwards. But Flip’s arms come around your middle, securing you to his chest so you both can rest on your sides.
Your body shudders at the feeling of being knotted.
Not knotted but just anyone… but knotted by him.
You can feel his seed locked inside of you by his knot. Just like it was meant to be.
A tale told of Alphas and Omegas since the beginning of time. It washes over you, turns your bones to jelly and for a moment you are sated.
The feeling of Flip licking along your shoulder brings you back to the present. You purr, content and warm in his arms and on his knot.
“How are you feeling ‘mega?” His facial hair tickles the shell of your ear as he nuzzles into it.
You lace your fingers with his and tightly squeeze before looking over your shoulder at him. “Full Alpha. I feel very full.”
Flip smiles at your words and nudges your cheek with his nose.
You close the small amount of distance between you and mumble against his mouth, “Thank you Flip.”
Your lips skim along one another in a delicate kiss.
A quiet lull falls over your bedroom and both you and Flip rest peacefully in that silence. Tense muscles start to relax. You feel like you might drift off to sleep until the deep rumble of his voice gets your attention.
“I need you to promise you won’t hide this from me again.” He doesn’t sound angry but you can tell he means business.
You hang your head in shame, realizing now that you should have been honest with him from the beginning. Thick fingers come to rest under your chin, tilting it up so you look back at him.
“I need to be able to take care of my Omega. I need you to promise me that you’ll let me try, alright?”
Your throat tightens with unspoken emotions. You’ve been holding back your feelings for a long while but you can’t deny them when he looks at you with all the tender care his large body can muster.
“I promise Alpha. I… I want you to take care of me.” You try to recover from the crack in your voice but the watering of your eyes makes that very difficult.
Flip leans in and kisses you in thanks. Slowly his knot deflates and he’s able to carefully dislodge his cock from you. You can’t hide your sadness at the emptiness he’s left behind.
He turns you to face him, distracting you with a giant paw cupping the side of your face.
“Why don’t I go warm up that food you ordered, get something in your system?” He kisses at the tip of your nose, chuckling when your face brightens at the mention of food.
You nod enthusiastically.
With a chuckle Flip crawls out of your nest, he covers you in blankets and helps you to slip his flannel on. He selfishly leaves it unbuttoned not wanting your body hidden from view and smiles at you when you hold the sleeve close to his nose to breathe in his scent.
He quickly finds his boxers, pulling them up his thick, muscular legs and then comes to leave a kiss to your forehead.
“I’ll be right back, Little Wolf.”
You give him a nod and settle back in your nest while Flip makes his way downstairs.
He finds the discarded bag of take out and takes it to the kitchen. There he makes you a plate of food and heats it in the microwave. Standing in the soft glow of the overhead oven light, a sense of pride bubbles up from the pit of his stomach.
Flip Zimmerman was getting the chance to be a true Alpha to someone. For the past few years all he had been longing for was to be a provider, a protector, a lover and father.
He had been so close to losing hope until the day he first laid eyes on you.
You were resilient, loving, compassionate, and you had a smile that could raise a man from the dead.
Maybe that’s what you had done with him… raised him from the dead because ever since meeting you it was as if the last of the Winter’s frost had melted away.
And now he wanted nothing more than to live with you in that eternal feeling of Spring and new beginnings. All he needed was a little more time to prove he was worthy enough to mark and mate you.
The microwave beeps a happy little tune to signify that the food is ready. Eager to get back to you, Flip carries the plate back up to your bedroom. You’re right where he left you, snuggled in your nest in his shirt.
“Eat up ‘mega.” He grins, handing you your steak and mashed potatoes before turning away in search of his jeans.
“Rather eat Alpha's cock…” You mumble to yourself, but Flip is too busy looking for his cigarettes.
He rummages around in his pants pocket, finding the carton and holds them up to you. “You mind?”
You shake your head ‘no’ with a gentle smile.
Walking to your bedroom window, he opens it slightly and sits his large body in the window sill. With a flick of his wrist a flame bursts forth from the lighter.
Flip places the lit cigarette between his plush pink lips, takes a deep drag and blows the smoke out of the window.
You watch him carefully. You’ve seen him smoke before but something about him almost naked and doing it sitting on your windowsill makes your nipples harden.
This has to be your heat.... right? Why was him blowing smoke out of his mouth making you start to drip again? You try to hide it, pulling your knees to your chest and focusing on eating your very rare steak.
You feel his eyes on you and you swallow hard before looking at him. His eyes have darkened once more, seeing you wrapped in his flannel with your flushed skin and messy hair.
“You look beautiful, all blissed out for me.”
Your cheeks burn at his words and self consciously you try to smooth your hair down, “Y-You really think so, Alpha?”
He just keeps staring at you hungrily as he finishes his cigarette. His eyes bare into your soul - so dark and needy.
“Flipppp,” You half whine, half moan his name. A rush of need crashes over you like a tidal wave but is quickly followed by heat and pain. He's beside you in an instant, your hands gripping at his shoulders as you push your face against his.
“What would help you feel better, Little Wolf? Tell me.”
You stare at his lips. You’ve always wondered what they would feel like on places other than your mouth. You kiss him, hard, and pant into his mouth.
“I… I want Alpha's mouth and then I want his knot again. Please Alpha?”
Flip moans into your mouth, smelling your heat wash over you. He smiles cockily at your request.
“Oh this mouth, Omega?” He kisses along your jaw and down your neck to your gland, suckling at it.
“Is this what you mean, Omega? Or…” He moves down to your breasts, nipping and licking around your nipples. “Did you mean this, Omega? Tell me - greedy girl. Where do you want your Alpha’s mouth? Be. Specific.”
“Cruel man. You know what I mean, Alpha!” You yelp at him but it only makes him sink his teeth into the side of your breast, leaving his mark in your flesh. You writhe beneath him but he doesn't release you until you tell him what he wants to hear.
“On my cunt! Please on my cunt Alpha!”
Flip lets go with a toothy grin. Trembling, your eyes meet his, whimpering pitifully.
You compel him in your own way-softer and more feminine.
“Please Alpha... I.... I've imagined your mouth on me so many times.” Your cheeks heat up at your admission. “Or how your lips would feel wrapped around my clit. How you'd snake your tongue inside and fuck me with it. I’ve imagined how you'd groan at the taste of me.” You sit up slightly, resting on your forearms as you continue to gaze into his deep brown eyes that stare back at you - wide and blown out. “Praying you'd want more. That you'd get addicted to the taste. Need that now Alpha. Please?”
Flip raises his head, smirking mischievously. “Good Omega, using your words and saying please.” He began to move down your stomach, leaving hot wet kisses in his wake that make you squirm.
“So all this time we’ve been dating, you’ve been imagining this?” He grips the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs up and open, biting along the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.
Your head rolled to the side to rest on your shoulder from the feeling of his hot kisses, but what has your cunt clenching is the dangerously filthy words that spills from his lips.
“All these weeks, I’d take you out for a nice dinner, and after you’d come home and fuck yourself with one of those toys of yours. Isn’t that right, Omega?”
He runs his tongue slowly from slit to clit, looking deep into your eyes as he extends and flattens his tongue, “Mmm, would you writhe in this bed and moan my name? Show me, Little Wolf.”
“Y-Yes Alpha, I'd make myself cum after our dates. C-Couldn't help it….” You whimper, almost too embarrassed to finish your sentence. Especially with how badly you’re twitching for him while his face is buried between your thighs.
Flip takes his time, licking and cleaning the slick from your folds but purposely avoids your clit. He wants to drag out your pleasure until you’re begging. His eyes are blown black, never once moving away from you even as waves of his hair fall into his line of vision.
“Tell me more, ‘mega.” He groans at your taste, sending vibrations through your core.
You struggle to think coherently and start babbling at him instead.
“I-.... I always knew you were meant to be my Alpha, Flip Zimmerman.” You capture your bottom lip between your teeth, praying you hadn’t said the wrong thing.
Powerful fingers dig into your thighs, pulling them apart even further.
“Please on my clit so I can cum for my Alpha!”
The reward for your honesty is instantaneous- full lips finally wrap around your clit. You moan, hips arching and toes curling. Nothing could have prepared you for the actual feeling.
You find your hand snaking down to push and hold his hair back for him. He looks feral, as if he was trying to devour you whole. Your overly sloppy cunt must be dampaning his facial hair but Flip doesn’t bat an eye.
He’s certain that he’ll be tasting you for days and washing your cunt juice out of his beard. The thought alone has him sucking harder on your clit- slick dripping down onto the bed.
“F-Flip! Don't stop! Please! Ge-Getting closer.”
He pulls away for just a second to give you a firm command, “Louder, Omega. Tell Alpha how he makes you feel.”
“Mmmh! M-My Alpha makes me feel so fucking good. My Alpha treats me right, m-makes me feel beautiful.” Flip’s tongue flicks at your clit and you buck into his mouth, “F-Fuck that feels good!”
He does it again and your nipples harden as you start to grind into his mouth while moaning, “My Alpha takes care of me! My Alpha fucks me to get me through my heat. My Alpha is perfect.”
Flip smiles at your words, eyes crinkling at the corners. No one had ever praised him quite like this.
“I want Alpha to watch his Omega cum from just his mouth.” You pant, the coil in your belly tightening.
That has Flip groaning into your cunt, his cock throbbing in its confinement, “I’m watching Little Wolf. Come on, gush all over Alpha’s face.”
He grips your thighs tighter, pulling you closer and humming against your sex, his lips vibrating around your clit. Your thighs start to tremble in his large hands, the tension growing tighter and tighter until you’re just about to shatter. You throw your head back, chanting Flip’s name like a church hymn- singing his praise as you cum.
You do in fact gush all over Flip’s face, making his eyes roll back into his skull, your scent and taste overwhelming his senses. You roll your hips downward against him, riding out your aftershocks as your cum drips from you like water.
Flip whimpers at the painful pulsing of his cock. He struggles with his inner instincts to mark you. Some deep voice from within him hisses that if he doesn’t claim what’s his another could just come up and take you.
But you were meant to be his. Flip knows that deep in his gut you are supposed to be his and he yours.
He licks and sucks up every sweet drop you’ve given him, savoring the taste and determined to provide you with even more pleasure. So he can prove to you that there is no other Alpha above him.
Only he could be the perfect mate for you.
You start to slowly come down, the sound of his whimper causing goosebumps to run up your arms. You look back down at him and preen happily.
Unaware of Flip’s thoughts you smile down at him, fingers running through his thick locks and cooing.
“My Alpha.”
Like lightning, Flip is detangling himself from between your legs and traps you beneath him. He grips your wrists tightly, pinning them down on either side of your head. The mattress dips some from his weight, but that’s not what steals the air from your lungs.
It’s the way he looks at you.
Like you are a prized possession just out of his reach.
With teeth bared and eyes blazing he growls, “I don’t know if I can control myself any longer Omega. It’s taking every ounce of my strength not to claim you right here and now as mine.”
Your heart rate speeds up, this is what you had been wanting…
To give yourself to him, be with him always and be his mate.
“F-Flip you… You mean that? You don’t think it’s too soon?” You try not to cry as you speak but your eyes are glassy regardless.
He takes your question as a sign of hesitation- that he’s moving too fast.
“Tell me no and I’ll leave.”
Using more strength than you knew you possessed you break yourself from his hold to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, “Don’t you dare leave!” You blush, face twinging pink when you realize you’re shouting in his face.
You soften your tone and let your hand cup his cheek. “I want to belong to you, Flip Zimmerman.”
You open your legs wider- cunt warm and wet for him.
A final invitation for him to take what's his.
In an instant Flip has his boxers pushed down his thighs, freeing his already weeping cock. He hovers over you, his cock resting in the cleft of your cunt, precum dripping from the tip.
He reaches between you, aligning his cock with your opening, “You’re mine now, Omega. Only mine. Forever. You hear me?” He pushes himself inside, moaning out at your warmth.
Inch by inch your cunt yields to him.
“I hear you Alpha! Only yours!”
He swallows your cries with a kiss, tongue exploring your mouth much like he previously did to your cunt.
You meet his hungry kiss with your own passion, clinging to him like a liferaft.
Flip pulls back from your kiss, visibly shuddering as your inner walls tighten around his shaft, “Ffffuck! This cunt will never accept another. Do you understand? By accepting you agree to be my Omega, my cock hungry bitch, my breeder.”
Your eyes go wide, cunt pulsing around his length. His words and the names he calls you have you quaking.
He pulls out, the tip of his cock barely inside you before ramming back into you. His dark eyes boring holes into yours, his breath hot against your face, and his pearly white teeth aching to sink into your flesh.
You throw your head back with a howl. You’re a dripping, shivering mess beneath him as he fucks you. His cock burrowing its way into your cunt as if it was his new home.
Your eyes close, unable to do anything else but nod and take his brutal thrusts.
He continues outlining your agreements, like a contract - like vows.
“You agree to carry and birth my pups, to supply me with a litter to support and care for. And most importantly you agree to be protected and cared for by your Alpha. Do you understand, Omega?”
Your eyes flutter open, his face is red, warmth behind his black eyes and his forehead covered in tiny drops of sweat.
He looks beyond feral - like a true wolf ready to mark his territory.
He's so close to your face, filling your senses with only him.
In this moment your body is his. Everything that made you you is his.
He uses your real name to snap you to reality, to ensure you were of sound mind and body to make this life altering decision. “Answer me.”
“Yes, I understand. I want that... Want that with you Flip.” You squeeze him tighter, needing to hold him. You stare into his eyes with all the sincerity you had in you. “I want to give you pups, want to love you, feed you, m-make a home with you.”
With your mind made up long before he carried you up to your nest, you bare your throat to him and offer your mating gland to him. “Please Alpha, bind me to you forever. Make me your mate.”
Flip’s eyes stare deeply into yours, his hips bucking wildly as he fucks you. He leans down to kiss you deeply, moaning into your mouth as his orgasm starts to build.
“I love you, Little Wolf,” he whispers, brushing his nose against yours, before kissing down your jawline and lapping at your mating gland.
You gasp from his words and his tongue touching your gland. One hand grips his hair, your fingers getting tangled. Tension builds and you whine, moaning breathlessly.
“I love you too, Alpha. Please... please need to be yours.” You can feel your nipples harden at the sight of his teeth.
Your cunt flutters around his cock as you move your lips to his own gland. He whimpers in reply, like a sick puppy. He’s so overcome with the passion and arousal that he almost forgot what to do next.
“Omega, fuck! Yes! Yes, please right there!” He's so close, you can feel it. So close to claiming you.
Your mouth finds his gland, suckling on and purring against it. You try matching his movements but his pace causes the bed to shake. The headboard hits against the wall- at this rate the paint and plaster would start chipping off.
“FLIP!” You yelp at him, needing him but then you feel it.
His teeth sink into your gland.
You cry out, your orgasm taking you suddenly and without warning. You gush all over his cock down to his balls and the bedsheets below you. Your teeth bite down on his gland, moaning at the taste of his blood and the feeling blooming from your own.
It's blissful.... other worldly.
You’re his.
He was yours.
Finally.
Flip’s body is overwhelmed with white hot euphoria from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He lets go of your neck, only to howl and arch his back as he cums, lodging his knot inside you and filling you with more hot seed.
You want to cry but in joy as Flip's knot fills and stretches you. You keep your mouth latched onto his gland until he’s emptied his load into you.
Unable to hold his weight up any longer, Flip collapses on top of you. You both pant for breath as your bodies tremble in the aftermath of your mutual orgasms.
After a moment Flip rolls onto his back and pulls you to rest atop his chest. His hands stroke along your back and his lips kiss your forehead.
You lay in comfortable silence, reveling in your new bond. Flip has imagined this moment for longer than he cared to admit - finding his one, his mate, his Omega. He smiled into your hair, content and happy, his knot snugly fit inside you.
A new scent fills the air- a mix of you both blending perfectly to create something new and you start to cry.
Alarmed, Flip tilts your chin up and soothes you while wiping away your tears, “Hey, Hey. Shhhh what’s wrong? Tell Alpha, sweet girl.”
“Y-Yours. I'm yours now.” You whisper as the tears roll down your still flushed cheeks.
His concern fades, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
His emotional, compassionate little mate.
“That's right, Omega. You’re mine.” He coos, bringing a hand to massage your scalp. “You’ll always be protected, cared for, looked after. I’ll never leave you, that’s a promise.”
He waits until you return his smile before leaning in to kiss you - the first of many kisses as a mated pair.
#flip zimmerman x reader#flip zimmerman#alpha!flip zimmerman#omega!reader#a/b/o#a/b/o fanfic#adcu community#adcu
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Cologne Grayson Would Wear
Arcane Headcanons (show universe)
Characters: Grayson
*Listen, work can be challenging, and running after criminals from the Undercity can make you sweat. For when she needs to join a meeting after a long morning, she will always spritz her uniform in something classic. Bergamot, citrus, and musk have never failed her: all the deep notes in one bottle she keeps hidden under her coat. It hides the odor and leaves her smelling like a handsome woman before her council.
*Parties are not all that common, but when the sheriff is invited to them, she keeps a special bottle on her dresser just for these occasions. Floral and powder combined with elements of sweet vanilla provide a sultry exchange of aromas. Two dabs on her neck and behind her ears is enough for the entire night, hugging people, shaking hands, and mingling with crowds. Everyone asks what she’d wearing, but it will always be her little secret. 🤫
*Boy, she loves to hunt, making a sport of it in her free time, but why wear a fragrance while you’re hunting? She doesn’t- well, she will when she’s finished in the field, joining her companions in the lodge for coffee. By then, she will have sprayed perfume under her collar, smelling of cedar, cumin, and olibanum. Women can’t get enough of a sheriff in Scottish hunting garb, smelling like a woodland wonder searching for a doe.
*Sleeping with her is a whole other story in the realms of the senses. You will be full of touch, taste, vision, sound, and especially scent. Grayson refuses to overpower her natural smell in the bedroom with all of her perfumes, but by taking a good shower in fluffy suds, she only enhances that organic odor. A bit of musk, licorice fragrance being left in her dark hair, and the sweetness of her heat is intoxicating. Who needs perfume when you just smell good?
*A ball? No need to expect anything more than eloquent 💎luxury💎. A dashing suit conforming to her curves, a plum pout, and the aroma of caramel drizzle and cinnamon. Yes, she loves spice, because it travels quite the distance. Grayson will dance with young women from Piltover, causing them to swoon as they are take in her sweet scent. Desserts aren’t attractive when Grayson is present, drawing all the sweet toothed lovelies to her and her alone.
*Being a generous woman, she knows her money outweighs many in the Undercity, so she tries her hardest to compensate for those she requests service from. It could be a hefty tip for the chef or bartender, extra parts for a Smith for fixing her musket, or perfume for brothel workers. If Grayson likes someone specific, expect tiny gifts with their tips.
AU (Real-world perfumes you can purchase)
-Euphoria by Calvin Klein
-Ambery Saffron by Dossier
-By the Fireplace by Replica
-Vanaille Exquise by Annick Goutal
-Memoir by Gucci
#arcane#arcane headcanon#league of legends#alternative universe#show universe#arcane grayson#perfume#smells#scents
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alive (jjk)
Summary- Jungkook was the perfect boyfriend for two years, and then two months ago something changed. It was like a switch had been flipped and he’d gone from doting to distant. For the life of you, you could not figure out what happened, and you hated it
word count- 4.3k
pairing- nonidol!Jungkook x Reader (feat. Namjoon)
rating- R
genre- angst, smut
warnings- explicit smut (including fingering), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it friends), sad sex, talks of depression and anxiety, talks of therapy, character death, car accident
a.n- First off a huge thank you to the brilliant Tailia @namyoongles for the banner! Isn’t it beautiful. Second, this is part of @btswriterscollective secret santa project and I’m so excited to reveal that I’m indeed @therealmintedmango‘s secret santa 🎅🏼I had such a great time getting to know you this month Mango and I really hope you enjoy all the angst in this fic! Happy holidays, love! 💕
As always feedback appreciated. Send me an ask! 💌
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“Well if you can’t even talk to me, maybe we should just end this!” you screamed, your lungs aching as you looked at your boyfriend on the couch next to you, the room falling into a charged silence. It had been the same fight for months. The same constant back and forth. You would try to broach the topic but he would close off. Every time. His expression was neutral as he looked at you, his doe eyes betraying his defeat as he sighed.
Jungkook was the perfect boyfriend for two years, and then two months ago something changed. It was like a switch had been flipped and he’d gone from doting to distant. For the life of you, you could not figure out what happened, and you hated it. You hated how it seemed to bring all your insecurities to the surface and clawed at your emotions till they were raw. From the corner of your eye you saw Namjoon looking at you sadly, disappointed, before shaking his head at you and disappearing round the corner. You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you looked at your boyfriend, who sat in silence at your outburst.
Jungkook had always been quiet, introverted, and this cloud of mystery was one of the things that made him so unbelievably attractive, but now it was the worst thing about him. You didn’t expect this fight to escalate, you didn’t expect these words to come out, but now that they were you wanted him to react. Needed him to react. Needed just anything more than the stoic expression marring his features.
“Maybe we should…” Jungkook spoke softly, after what seemed like hours. It wasn’t what you were expecting and it only caused your anger to flare. He was seriously going to just throw away everything?
You looked at him next to you as he seemed to have moved further away. You’re not sure if he actually did or your mind was playing tricks on you again, but the seat cushion between you seemed to stretch for miles, Jungkook getting smaller in the horizon.
“You’re not even going to fight for us? You’re going to walk away?” You didn’t care that you were raising your voice, and that the one tear from earlier was now a flood cascading down your features. Maybe it was your fate. You never thought you deserved happiness and this was just another nail in your ever growing collection. You had spent your life chasing after that elusive ray of joy, only for you to get too comfortable when you reached it and it disappeared as soon as it appeared, throwing you into the darkness once again.
It figures that this happiness would vanish too. You wanted to reach out and shake Jungkook. Why did he have to change? Why did he have to do this to you?
“What did I do? What happened?” you asked, your voice small, as you looked at him staring at his hands in his lap. His long wavy hair fell into his eyes, and the longer he sat there in silence, the louder your heart crumbled. “Say something!” you exclaimed, followed by a quieter “Please…”
“What do you want me to say Y/N? You’re the one who wants to end us.” Jungkook finally looks at you, his lips pressed together as his tongue pokes lightly to the inside of his cheek. You’d seen this look before, but never directed at you. It was cold and made your skin pebble, made fresh tears stream down your face.
“Because you changed! Because you hate me!” you yelled indignitedly as he sighs once again. He lifts his head slightly as he looks at you, his eyes glassy.
“I don’t hate you,” he whispers quietly, the words floating in the tension in the air.
“Then why are you avoiding me? Why haven’t you said a full sentence to me these past two months?”
“Because…” He looks away again staring straight ahead at the blank wall of his living room and you can’t help but move closer, wiping your eyes to see him clearer.
“No. You can’t do your stupid quiet guy shit right now! I need to know!” You pull at his shoulder to make him look at you and as he does, his hand finds yours, holding it gently. His eyes swim with the love you’ve come to expect from him but it's tinged with an overwhelming sadness, a sadness that droops his features even though he tries to school them into a small smile on your behalf.
“It’s not your fault, okay?” He is still whispering, his hand squeezing yours as the other fidgets with the untied string of his sweatpants.
“What’s not my fault? Please Kook. Please talk to me!” You remove your hand from his and cup his face in both of yours, needing more, anything to help clear the haze in your head.
“I can’t.” His voice louder, he pulls your hands away from his face as he goes to stand up and you grab at his legs to stop him.
“Why not?!”
“Because you’ve never loved me and I had to find out when you were drunk!” Jungkook yells. He never yells, not at you anyway, but it’s not his volume that stuns you, it’s the words echoing through the small studio apartment. Words that make you freeze, dropping your hands from him as you feel the breath knocked out of your lungs.
“What?”
“That night after the club. While I was taking care of you. Me!” He points at his chest, his eyes ablaze as he continues. “Making sure that you didn’t get puke on your hair or fall or get hurt, you looked at me and do you know what you asked me?” His shoulders fall as he quietens once again, sighing and running his hands through his hair. His face distorts into one of heartbreak as he says the next words, his tone even and calm. “‘Why don’t I love you as much as him?’ And here I was like an idiot believing you every time you said you loved me”
You stand at his words. That wasn’t true. It wasn’t true. You remember that night. Not most of it but you know yourself enough to know you would never say that to him, not after he had worked so hard to put you back together again. Jungkook wasn’t your soulmate, you didn’t believe in those anymore, but Jungkook was your rock, your best friend. He was there when you couldn’t get out of bed for days. He was there when you didn’t know how to stop crying. He was always there. And you loved him.
“I do love you. Jungkook, please!” You grab his hands, holding them tightly as if he would disappear too. You looked at him desperately, trying to convey your feelings through your gaze, but all you found in him was defeat.
“I just can’t do this anymore. You’re right. I can’t compete with a ghost… not anymore.” He sighed again as his lip quivered. It stuttered your breath and you felt your chest tightened. You couldn’t lose him, not after Namjoon. As you felt the panic rising, the drunk haze of two months ago came into focus, spiking your adrenaline and paling your face.
You danced to the loud EDM pulsing through the club as neon lights flashed across your skin, setting your white dress aglow. Jungkook was pressed against your back as his lips ghosted the skin of your neck, his hands grazing your hips as he pulled you closer. You hadn’t felt this content in years, the tequila warming your veins in a sweet comfort as your boyfriend’s hips moved against yours, your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.
You missed this. Missed going dancing and drinking because it was fun and not because you were trying to forget. Surrounded by your friends, you smiled as you opened your eyes, finally happy. Until you saw him and your heart dropped, making you freeze.
Namjoon smiled at you from the bar, the sweet dimpled smile that creased his eyes into crescents as he waved. How was he here? How was he back?
You felt your heart kickstart as you pushed Jungkook off you and raced to the bar. You’d apologize to him later, but you needed Namjoon right now. Needed to feel him in your arms, needed to smell his calming scent, and so like an addict you raced through the club looking for one more hit. When you reached the bar, he wasn’t there anymore and the sheer weight of disappointment made you sob. You felt a pair of strong arms surround you and the familiar smell of bergamot and vanilla encased your senses, pulling you closer into a firm chest.
“Baby what’s wrong?” A soft voice asked as you looked at Jungkook’s worry filled eyes. You hated that you were doing this again. It had been almost a year since this happened, and your mind felt numb as you grasped Jungkook’s black shirt.
“He was here! Kook he was here!” you exclaimed, your loud voice carrying over the music. You were sure you looked deranged, mascara running down your cheeks, lipstick smeared where it met Jungkook’s shirt, as you desperately cling to him. He looks at you sadly before pulling you into his chest once again, holding you tight, his fingers running soothingly on your scalp.
“I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry.” He repeated that phrase as he stroked your back, trying to calm you down as you continued sobbing and onlookers peered at the two of you curiously.
The memory of the night jolts you as you grab onto Jungkook’s shirt the same way you did at the club, looking at him pleadingly. His face blurred behind your tears as you yelled.
“I was with him for five years and he fucking died!” There’s no volume behind your words, only the distraught behind the truth you felt you were never ready to face. You weakly punched at Jungkook’s chest trying to make him understand your agony. But you didn’t need to try, he already knew, had lived through it with you.
“Yeah Namjoon died! But I’m here! I’m alive!” His voice was broken as the tears finally escaped his eyes. He grabbed your hand from where it was knocking against his chest and held it there. “You feel this? That’s my heart racing for you! How it always does! Because I love you.”
“Kook-”
Before you can say anything else, he grabs your face and crashes your lips together desperately, wanting you to feel just an ounce of what he felt for you. Your sinuses full of tears, your lungs burn as you pull him closer. You want him to consume you, make you forget again as you taste the salt of his tears. The overwhelming guilt breaks you more as his fingers move from your face to your waist, digging in hard enough to leave bruises.
Three years ago you never thought you would love someone again. You didn’t deserve to not when it was your fault you could never see Namjoon’s face again. Your fault that the world would never know what difference he would have made to it. But when you stood outside the funeral his parents had banned you from attending, arm in a cast and stitches on your forehead, caving into yourself from grief, Jungkook found you. Held you tight enough to stop you from breaking and told you it wasn’t your fault, that there was no way to have known that the 14 wheeler would run a red. And he reminded you everyday till you believed him, till your dreams no longer weaved your memories into nightmares, till you no longer saw Namjoon everywhere you looked. Till you felt worthy to love Jungkook back.
When the air in your lung runs out, you pull away, but Jungkook pulls you closer, trailing his lips from your jaw to down your neck. He kisses you with fervor, nibbling the skin and soothing it with his tongue till you're moaning. You grip his hair and pull him back to your lips, his tongue caressing yours as your tears give way to the passion. Your heart stutters as his hands move to the back of your thighs and he effortlessly lifts you without leaving your lips, walking towards his bed.
Amidst the kisses, he bumps into the bookshelf that separates his bed from the living room causing a few books to fall to the floor, the loud thud breaking the silence in the room. He ignores it as he tosses you on the bed, climbing over you as you look up at him. There are still tears in his eyes as he slows down and presses his forehead against yours.
"I love you," he says softly but the sadness in his eyes never gives way to the usual warmth. It feels like a goodbye and you feel another wave of grief wash over you. Why did you have to be like this? Why couldn't you give him what he needed when he gave you so much?
You cup his damp face and he leans into your hands, closing his eyes as you kiss him tenderly, hoping to convey how much you needed him. You pull at the hem of his shirt, running your hands under it, feeling the light shudder that goes through him as his skin pebbles. He pulls the shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor as he kisses you again more urgently, his lips molding to yours, igniting a familiar fire in the pit of your stomach. He holds on to your face as if you would run away if he didn't.
You push gently against his chest and he looks up in alarm before you make him lie next to you and straddle his waist. You continue kissing him, trailing your lips over his neck, painting his golden chest red as the lump in your throat grows. Despite the tears still running steadily, you whisper 'I love you's, hoping he'd believe you, but you're not sure if you're trying to convince him or yourself.
He's right, you don't love him like you loved Namjoon. You don't think you can ever love anyone the way you loved him. Namjoon was your shelter amidst the rain, but Jungkook was the light amidst the darkness. It's different, it's incomparable. You never needed Namjoon the way you need Jungkook. Never woke up in the middle of the night relieved to find him still sleeping next to you. You had never depended on someone like you depended on Jungkook, and so, wasn't that love? Wasn't needing someone the same as you need oxygen, love?
You trail your kisses lower, but before you could reach his waistband, he lifts your shirt pulling it off you, and with his arms circled tight around your waist he kisses you again. The two of you kiss for a while, relishing the feel of each other's skin, his grip tightening till you can't breathe. He's never like this, never this needy and your heart breaks as you realize that he still thinks he's competing.
You don't know if you're still crying, but you pull yourself up and stare at him. "Jungkook, I love you. I need you. Please-"
But before you can finish your sentence, he rolls the two of you over, pinning you under him as he pulls your shorts down your legs. You didn't mean this need, but you couldn't deny how wet his length hardened against you made you. He traces his fingers over your soaked panties, groaning into your mouth before pushing them aside and thrusting two fingers in.
He swallows your moans as you arch into him. He sets a fast pace right from the start as his lips move to your chest. His mouth moves over your nipples, capturing one to tease it with his tongue, lapping at it furiously. He nips it lightly and you feel your whole body alight, leaving all your thoughts to tumble out of your head. All you see are the flashes of red behind your eyelids, all you hear is the sounds of his fingers thrusting in you, all you can feel is him as Jungkook does what he does best - make you forget.
“Want to make you forget. Want to make you mine,” he whispers against your chest, as he removes his fingers, pulling your panties off your legs as he takes his shorts and boxers off in a haze. You don’t know what’s going through his mind as he looks at you with a darkened gaze, his eyes roaming your body, before he kisses you again. It’s hard and rough, teeth clattering against each other, his tongue licking into you as you mewl.
His cock grinds against your clit as he kisses you and you can’t help the way your hips buck up against him. He looks up at that, a hand moving down to line himself up against you. “Please tell me you want me,” he pleads against your lips, and another tear rolls down your cheek as you nod vigorously before kissing him. Another wave of guilt rushes through you seeing your usually confident boyfriend pleading at you, and for the first time as he slowly sinks into you, you don’t think of Namjoon.
You gasp against his lips as he fully sheaths himself within you. “Jungkook… Kookie. Please… want you, need you.” He rewards your pleas by slowly pulling out and thrusting in again, gripping your waist tightly and bracing his knees against the bed to start rocking into you faster.
“I’m here. Me. Me. I’m the one here for you.” He repeats again and again, the mantra powering his thrusts, leaving you a moaning mess below him as he consistently hits the spot that makes you see stars. You wrap your legs around his waist, stuttering his name and holding tightly onto his forearms. You can feel your orgasm build up as you lose yourself in his touch, letting him move your body as he pulls you in each time his hips meet yours.
You tighten around him as you feel the high of your pleasure coursing through your veins. At the feeling, Jungkook moves forward, bracing his arms around your head, his forehead against yours as he commands you to open your eyes.
His eyes are glassy as he looks at you lost in pleasure like it’s the only thing he needs. He kisses you again, softly, a total juxtaposition to the hard movement of his hips that’s quickly tightening the coil in your stomach. His movements are sloppier now as he approaches his high as well, but he moves a hand down, fingers circling your clit.
“Cum for me, baby, please,” he moans as you lose yourself to the euphoria he provides. Jungkook watches your face contorted in pleasure as you writhe under him, finding his release soon after you.
You pull him closer, your arms tight around him, as he thrusts as deep as he can before stilling and filling you. He collapses on you right after, still buried inside you with his head in the crook of your shoulder, your pants echoing through the room.
He lays on top of you for a while, his crushing weight smothering you to the mattress, but you don’t move him, welcoming the intimacy after months of distance. You think he’s fallen asleep, but then you feel his shoulders shake, your neck getting damp as he sniffles next to you. The guilt returns as you stroke his back gently and let him cry, your own reservoir long empty. Without lifting his head, he grabs one of your hands, lacing your fingers together, as he holds it tightly.
“I’m sorry I’m not him.” He mumbles against you. You go to say his name but before you can he interrupts you. “I’m sorry I can’t make it hurt less. I’m sorry I can’t bring him back. I’m so, so sorry.”
You try to move his head to see him but he just nuzzles his face in deeper, his hair tickling your neck gently. Your mind feels heavy, like if you thought more your brain would simply shrivel up. You wish you were a different person, had a different life, made better decisions. You hate yourself for making Jungkook feel like he’s responsible for your happiness, responsible for putting you back together, but most of all you hate yourself for making him feel like he has to bring Namjoon back for you to feel happy.
Before Namjoon died, Jungkook was a different person. He was funny, energetic, competitive, but afterwards he just became quiet. Sure, he was introverted before, but he just lost the spark behind his eyes. It wasn’t surprising. Jungkook had known Namjoon even longer than you did. He grew up with him and looked up to him like a younger brother would. In the beginning of your relationship, you even felt that he thought he had some kind of responsibility to take care of you for him. He never pushed you, always relented to your requests.
The first time you slept with him was only three months after the funeral, when in a drunken haze you begged him to make you forget. He wiped your tears and held you as he helped you forget. In the two years following he never asked you to do anything, except for one thing. One thing you were always too scared to do because to you it would be admitting that you were broken. As you laid with your arms tight around him, lamenting how you broke him worse, you decided to give it to him.
“I’ll go to therapy.” Your voice was low but firm, and it jolts Jungkook to move up and lean on his hands next to your head. The movement makes the two of you wince as he suddenly pulls out of you, dragging his release down your thighs. His red rimmed eyes roam your face looking for deceit.
“You will?”
“I can’t expect you to fix me, Kook. I can’t put that on you.” You sigh, a hand reaching out to smooth the crease between his eyebrows. Your thumb brushes over his lower lip that juts out in a slight pout, and you can’t believe how lucky you are to have him in your life.
“You can. I’ll always be here for you, you know that right?” He whispers and it makes your heart ache when you think about how defeated he seemed earlier.
“Kook… I love you… I really do.” Your eyes are glassy again and you wonder how it is that your body can keep producing tears. He hugs you at that, his arms going under your waist to gently lift you and scoot the two of you upwards, resting your head on the pillows. He lies next to you, a little distance between the two of you, your hands laced together as you both stare at the ceiling, the emotions of the night turning to exhaustion.
“I should’ve talked to you instead of trying to run away.” Jungkook speaks after a while, making you turn your head towards him.
“I didn’t mean what I said-”
“It’s okay if you did. I miss him. I wish he was here too.” He looks at you with a small smile.
“No. It’s not okay. You don’t deserve this. You could be with someone else and you’d be happy. You could be happy Kook. Don’t you want that? To be with someone who doesn’t imagine their dead ex all the time?” Your voice is firm, even when it wavers slightly towards the end, your grip around his hand getting tighter.
“No. I want to be with you.” His thumb caresses your hand as he turns on his side as he puts his arm around your waist. The warmth you missed these past months was back in his eyes, but instead of it raising butterflies, all it did was produce dread for when it would disappear as he continued. “I would’ve left a long time ago if I wanted to. If you don’t want me, I still can... if that’s what would make you happy.”
“I think you need to be with someone who you don’t have to put together again.” Your voice is small as he sighs again, letting go of your hand to pull you close to his body, cradling your head into his chest. On instinct, you wrap your arms and legs around him, nuzzling into his chest. The touch of his skin on yours never failed to comfort you.
“You’re not broken. I’m not putting you together. I just… I don’t want to lose you.” His voice reverberates through his chest as he holds you tighter, kissing the top of your head.
“But maybe you need to.” You want to be selfish, keep him for yourself but shouldn’t you let Jungkook go for his sake? Let him find someone with less work, no matter how much it hurts you? It was bad enough that your mental health was terrible, did his need to be too? You feel his heart pound under you and it causes yours to speed up as well, anticipating his words. You don’t know how you would react if he agreed.
“Tomorrow. Let’s talk about this tomorrow.” He says after quiet contemplation. “I love you. More than you’ll know.”
“And I love you. You. Jeon Jungkook. Even if I’m selfish and ruining you.”
He shushes you at that, stroking your hair as the two of you fall in a dreamless sleep. You didn’t know if your relationship would survive past the post-orgasmic endorphins, but you knew one thing for sure. You were in love with Jungkook and tomorrow you were going to set up your first therapy appointment to make sure you never made him feel like he lost again.
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