I know a lot of people are angry. I know we're all disappointed. But looking at this from a business perspective Infold is actually doing what it can.
They have to appease the government. Even if the Chinese government is just making a fuss so it looks like, to the public, it's doing something and they'll back off when the heat is gone, Infold has to play ball. They want more censorship, Infold has to comply. I said before they kinda pushed the boundaries with Lingering Lust, so much that they had to resort to words and stick figures. They already had eyes on them.
If they decide to leave China, that takes time too. Paperwork, especially legal paperwork, takes time.
The banner rerun isn't what they planned but there's no reason to think they're not doing the spicy banners again ever. Now is just not the time for that.
There are still actual real life threats of violence to their employees. Rocking the boat now is asking for someone to get sent to the hospital or worse.
I'm not sucking their balls, I'm looking at this from a corporate and legal standpoint. Infold needs to make sure it's even still in business before it can start fixing it's fuck ups.
The problems with people not being able to update might just be a bug that got created when they locked down Valko. (My dad's a software dev, moving a comma wrong can break an entire program and they rushed this job so who knows what happened.)
This has become so much bigger then when it started and that's ignoring the potential corporate defamation that's rumored to have happened.
It's so very much a lot. It's been a very long week. Big feelings are valid. But Infold never said they'd address anything by the update. Infold either can't address anything yet for legal reasons or is simply waiting for everything to calm down (see again threats of violence).
Step away if you need to. Stay away if it's better for you. There is no judgement no matter what you decide. You've been brave. You've been strong. You've done amazing things. If you still have fight left in you, we haven't necessarily lost yet. If you're tired, lay down your arms, rest, then see where you want to go next.
I find looking at things from another perspective can sometimes help. So from a soulless corporate perspective Infold is actually doing something kinda right for once as far as we know.
heyyy so just a quick PSA that i think i've reached the point where LADS no longer spark joy anymore LOL
not deleting the blog or anything, but i don't really feel inspired to post much moving forward. not that i've ever been particularly active outside of random bursts of activity ahsjk but expect even less of that from here on out....... i'll probably still drop a fic or chapter every now and then (most likely for Sundown since that's very much become a personal pet project of mine) but yeah :') it's been fun!
made this collection for myself and to keep track of everything I've read so far. some are crossposted on tumblr and ao3 so I'll try to add both links (though i might miss some so let me know).
Status: Unedited & No symbols; will make second list soon
Error 404: (Self-Aware!AU, Sylus Edition) by @ittybittyfanblog
"Hello, my love. Have I kept you waiting?"
◇Love and Deepspace◇
The finale of this fic was perfection, I had to draw out the closing scene or else I was going to explode. Beautiful Sylus, traverser of the cosmos finding you in a little shop looking as lovely as the day he made you that promise.
alternate ending to error 404 where sylus still manages to cross dimensions—but he gets to you a little too late, when you’ve already settled for a quiet, cookie-cutter life.
maybe he shows up on your wedding day, wearing a tux because he could at least pretend to dress the part, standing at the back of the crowd far enough not to cause a scene. you’re in white, and older than he remembers. older than him, now, in this borrowed body. and still, to him, you’re as breathtaking as the day he first truly saw you—his impossible, beautiful angel.
maybe your eyes meet. maybe you find each other behind the chapel your mother insisted on, and he gets one last dance. maybe he’s allowed to kiss your hand. and maybe you pretend there aren’t tears in both your eyes when you walk back inside, while he stands there watching the love of all his lives walk out of his life, this final one, without him.
Synopsis: Uh oh, our Omega boys have fallen into their Heats! What’s a big, bad, Alpha supposed to do when you have Pretty Boys drooling all over for you?:(
Warnings: Fem!D!çk, breeding, knotting, ‘locking in’, choking, slapping, improper use of baton, Female Alpha, Omegaverse, brief mention of feet, not exactly ‘feet-play’, this is my first with a ‘Female Alpha’ dynamic please bear with me<3, if you don’t like submissive, depraved men, pls leave.
Tag list: @liaakhani, @young-adult-summer, @september-2121, @lilacsandhysteria, @godhatesyouandi, @jaderogue3, @koko-1025, @pdacex
🐾 𓈒 Xavier
Xavier was your Hunter partner and upstairs neighbor. The blonde man was careful to disguise himself as a Beta, but as you smelled the scent of heat coming from his apartment, you knew something was off. As an Alpha, your instincts were screaming at you to investigate. You quietly made your way upstairs, your heart pounding in your chest.
You knocked softly on Xavier's door. When no answer came from inside, the hair on your neck stood on edge.
Did he have an Omega in there? No, he slept way too much to find a proper Mate.
The scent of heat was stronger now, filling your nostrils and making your own Alpha instincts stir. You fished for the spare key he kept under his door mat. You pushed open the front door to find his apartment a mess. It was a drastic change to his usually pristine living conditions.
Your feet began carrying you down the hall, stepping over scattered clothes and an empty bottle of…suppressant’s?
“Xavier?” You called out into a void. A stifled whimper came through the sliding door that you pushed open with a shaky hand.
You found Xavier lying on his bed, sweat dripping from his forehead despite the cool temperature of the room.
“Xavier? Oh my God, are you-“ he cut you off with a pathetic whimper, his bare chest and forehead glistening with sweat.
Xavier was an Omega.
Xavier's light blue eyes fluttered open weakly as he heard your voice. A desperate whimper escaped his lips when he saw you standing there. His hands clenched the sheets tightly, knuckles turning white. The aroma of his intense omega heat filled the room overwhelmingly. “Get out..."
He seemed so much less intimidating than the swordsman you saw on the battlefield.
You took a step closer. Your Alpha instincts rumbled in your chest. “I don’t think you are in any position to tell me what to do Omega.” You said the last word as if it dripped with poison.
Xavier's eyes widened at your words, and another whimper escaped him. His body trembled slightly as he tried to push himself up onto his elbows, but the effort seemed too much for him in his current state of heat. The scent of omega pheromones intensified around him.
You moved closer, your Alpha instincts taking over as you inhaled deeply. Xavier's scent was intoxicating, and you could feel your own body responding to his heat. He looked up at you with those sky blue eyes, filled with both desperation and fear.
You reached out to cup his cheek, to check the dilation of his pupils. They were blown wide with hunger. “Tell me what you need, Xav.”
Xavier leaned into your touch despite himself. His skin was hot to the touch, burning up with heat. He bit his lip, trying to hold back another whimper but failing miserably. His eyes were glazed over with lust and need. “…Please..."
“Nu uh,” you chastised, removing your palm. “I need verbal confirmation. What. Do. You. Need?” Each word was emphasized by your hand inching further up his shivering thigh.
Xavier gasped as your hand moved higher up his leg. He was wearing silk pajama pants that did little to hide the growing wetness between his legs. His hands gripped the sheets underneath him, knuckles turning white as he struggled to form coherent sentences. “F-fuck... I need... I need..."
Xavier swallowed the lump in his throat and his pride. "I need to be fucked," he finally admitted, his voice strained and desperate. His face flushed an even deeper shade of red, knowing he was showing such vulnerability to you. He shifted his legs restlessly, the wet spot on his pants growing larger. "Fuck me... please, fuck me..."
As soon as the words left his mouth, you grabbed his thighs and flipped him onto his stomach. He let out a startled yell that turned into a moan as you ripped his silk pants down his legs aggressively. His hole was already leaking, begging to be filled. "Ahhn!"
Your fingers traced over the swell of his ass, to the needy little hole that was leaking copious amounts of slick. “Oh, my Sweet Boy~! Is this what you are thinking about when we hunt Wanderers together?”
His face pressed into the pillow, muffling his mortified whimpers. The combination of humiliation and desire made his cock throb painfully against the bedsheets. “Y-yes..." His fingers clawed at the pillowcase, body trembling. “Every fucking time.”
He pushed his ass back, silently begging for you to touch his needy hole. The pillowcase was soon soaked with his pre-cum as he humped the bed unconsciously. “Fuck, I think about you fucking me while we're training, while we're chasing after Wanderers.”
You let out a long lick to his hole that clenched around nothing but air, your drool leaking from his hole over his balls and onto the bedsheets. “You smell so wonderful Xavier. Is all of this for me?”
His face flushed beet red with humiliation as he felt your hot breath and wet tongue against his sensitive hole. He buried his face even further into the pillow, muffling his desperate whimpers. “Y-yes... All of it... For you..." His voice was muffled, barely audible.
He spread his legs wider, completely exposed and vulnerable, giving you full access to his needy hole. The slick leaking from his entrance had made a mess of the bedsheets. His cock throbbed against the mattress, desperate for friction. “Every drop... Every fucking drop is for you, Master.”
You felt your clit throb at the title, you giggled and gave a plump ass cheek a sharp slap. “Spread yourself for me. Present.”
At your command, Xavier spread his legs as wide as they could go, presenting his dripping hole to you like the perfect little slut he was. His ass cheek was flushed pink from your slap, and he wiggled them invitingly, begging to be fucked. “Like this, Master?"
He reached back with both hands and spread his ass cheeks even wider, giving you a perfect view of his slick hole. His body trembled with anticipation, desperate for your touch. “Please... Please fuck me. I've been so good.” His voice was filled with desperate begging.
Your manicured nails scratched down the arch of his back, until two fingers teased his hole, watching how it invitingly quivered. “Easy does it, baby.” You coo, pressing two fingers into him.
He moaned loudly, his whole body arching back onto your fingers as they invaded his tight hole. The way you handled him so gently yet firmly made him practically lose his mind with desire. His voice came out in breathy whines. “Yesss! Just like that!”
He looked back at you over his shoulder, eyes filled with lust and desperation. "I need you! Please give it to me! I want to feel you stretching me, breaking me, filling me up.” His voice was thick with desire and need.
You curl your fingers against his prostate and his hips jump. His poor neglected cock twitches and he lets out a high pitched wail as he shoots his load through his silk pajama pants.
His whole body convulsed as he came untouched. Hot sticky mess seeping through the silk, staining the expensive fabric. He was panting heavily, utterly embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “Fuck! I didn't mean to!”
You hush his excuses, reaching around to touch his still twitching cock through his pants. “Oh, poor thing. Did it feel too good?”
"Mhm…” He pushed back against your touch like a cat in heat. You could practically see his pride shattering. He wasn't this needy, this responsive. He was a prince, for god's sake. Yet here he was, coming like a teen boy from simple prostate rubs.
You kept touching his sensitive member through the thin silk, making him squirm and whimper. He was so oversensitive after his untouched orgasm that even the light fabric rubbing against his head felt intense. “Ah...... Too much... Too much Master..." He begged between whines.
With a final desperate thrust of his hips, Xavier came again, harder this time. His cock leaked thick ropes of cum onto the silk, staining it a deep blue color. He was completely undone, reduced to a quivering mess of need and submission. His voice was barely a whisper. “Mmph Fuck!”
You giggle against his shoulder blade, pushing down his pants to finally grasp his cock. “Watch that pretty mouth Xav~!”
His face flushed hot with embarrassment and arousal as he watched your hand wrap around his throbbing cock. He couldn't help but part his lips, panting heavily as you began to stroke him slowly. His mouth hung open in a silent 'O', saliva collecting at the corners as he struggled to breathe.
His eyes rolled back as you started stroking him more firmly, milking another messy orgasm out of him within seconds. This time he couldn't hold back any sounds - loud gasps and whimpers escaped his mouth as thick ropes of cum spurted onto your hand and stomach. “AHHN!”
He was utterly ruined, his body trembling and leaking cum everywhere. He felt broken open and used, and he fucking loved it. Your hand on his cock felt better than any lover he'd ever had. He spread his legs wider without even thinking, giving you better access. “Please..."
He pushed back against your finger, riding it eagerly. His cock leaked steadily onto your hand and stomach, making everything slick and messy. He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, eyes glazed with lust and desperation. “Fuck me harder... Use my hole... I need it!”
He was straddling your lap backwards, it was nearly a comical sight to see such a lean fighter, nothing but a cum and slick soaked mess on a Female Alpha’s lap, but to you, it was perfect. “Do you deserve a knot? Dirty Omega’s who keep their second sex a secret should be punished, hm?”
His face flushed even darker at your mocking tone. He knew he deserved to be punished for hiding his omega nature from you for so long. But his desperate need for a knot was stronger than his pride.” Fuck me, I’ll take any punishment you give me! Just breed me!”
You growled against his throat, feeling his twitch in your lap. You tightened your grip on his cock. “You can give me one more before I fuck you. Cmon ‘Your Highness’’.”
🐾 𓈒 Rafayel
Rafayel always was a mouthy Omega. Always having something smart to say. Always pouting and complaining about something or another.
But his Heats made his brattiness just that more intolerable.
You currently have him roped off against his plush bed, his linen shirt ripped open as the throes of his heat set in. You are brushing your hair, feeling his eyes burning into your back as he pleads desperately for his Alpha.
"Please... Alpha..." Rafayel whines softly, tugging at the ropes that bind his wrists to the bedposts. His voice is thick with need, his eyes glistening with tears of frustration and desire. He watches you intently as you brush your hair calmly, ignoring his desperate pleas for now.
“Raf, you know I can’t. The suppressants should be here anytime.” You chastise quietly, trying to ignore your own instincts
"No... No, I can't wait!” Rafayel cries out, his voice breaking. He squirms against the ropes, trying to free himself but only succeeding in rubbing his bare chest against the silk sheets beneath him. His scent fills the room - sweet and musky, begging for attention.
"I need you... Alpha..." Rafayel pleads, his body arching off the bed as another wave of heat hits him. His pants are already damp with arousal, and he can feel his own slick dripping onto the sheets. His eyes are locked onto yours, begging silently for relief.
"If you don't knot me right now... I swear I'll break these ropes and fuck myself!" He threatens, his voice high and desperate. His hips thrust involuntarily against thin air, seeking any kind of friction to ease the intense ache between his legs.
You snort at his pathetic display and stand from the vanity. Your thin nightgown leaving little to the imagination. “Shhh, you’ll live little fishy. Aren’t Lemurian’s supposed to be powerful? Here you are rutting against the bed like an animal.”
Rafayel's face flushes bright red with anger and embarrassment at your words. He glares at you, his eyes blazing with humiliation and desire. "Fuck you!" He spits, tugging harder at the ropes. "You think this is funny?"
"I hate you... I hate you so much..." He whispers, his voice breaking again. His body betrays him though, arching off the bed as another wave of heat hits him. He can feel his hole tightening, aching for something - anything - to fill it.
"I'd rather fuck myself than let you knot me!" He screams, his voice echoing off the walls. But even as he screams, your hand reaches down to cup his aching balls, squeezing them gently as if to ease the pain. He's so fucking desperate.
You hush his curses, rolling his aching balls in the palm of your hand. “Oh, you poor thing. What are you gonna do? Cry about it?”
Rafayel's breath hitches as your hand touches him, his hips bucking into your touch involuntarily. He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to stifle a whine. "Fuck... fuck you..." He pants, his body shaking with need and anger.
“Go on baby, cry for me.” You coo, releasing his heavy sac to grasp the base of his length
"No... No, I won't!” He grits out, but his body betrays him as a soft whimper escapes his lips. His cock throbs in your hand, leaking precum onto your fingers. He glares at you, tears of frustration and need welling up in his eyes.
With a final sob, Rafayel breaks down completely, tears streaming down his face as he wails like a child. His body convulses with need as you stroke him roughly through his tears. He's completely lost control now - the powerful Lemurian prince reduced to a sniveling mess beneath your touch.
"I need... I need you to fuck me..." He whimpers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own crying. "Please... Please just knot me and make it stop.” His body shakes uncontrollably as he begs, his entire being consumed by the overwhelming need for your alpha knot.
Without hesitation, you release his cock and quickly undo the ropes binding his wrists. Before he can even catch his breath, you flip him over onto his hands and knees. His slicked hole is exposed and trembling with need as he spreads his legs wide automatically, presenting himself to you.
"Yes... fuck yes!” He moans, arching his back and pressing his chest against the mattress as he spreads his legs wider. His entire body trembles with anticipation, knowing that in just moments, your thick alpha length will finally fill him. His leaking cock hangs heavy beneath him, desperate for release.
Your pretty length looks so gorgeous peeking from under your nightgown. You tease his aching hole, feeling him desperately grind back against you. “You’ve been so bratty lately. Snapping at poor Thomas, not finishing your paintings on time.”
Rafayel's breath hitches as your words send a jolt of humiliation and arousal through him. He knows he's been acting out, his frustration and need for your knot making him short-tempered and uncooperative. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."
"Please... just punish me with your knot already!” He whimpers, completely embarrassed by his behavior but too consumed by desire to care. The head of your cock presses against his slick entrance, making him moan and push back eagerly. "I'll be good... I swear..."
"Good boys get rewarded with knots, don't they?" You tease, pressing just the tip inside him, making him gasp and clutch the sheets. "Tell me again how sorry you are while I fuck that pretty ass." Your thick alpha cock slowly inches into him, stretching his hole deliciously.
"I-I'm so sorry..." He whimpers between sharp gasps as your thick length sinks deeper inside him. His inner walls stretch around you, making his eyes roll back as he feels his prostate being hit. "I've been such a brat...ahh! Please punish me with your big knot!"
You start to thrust into him with long, hard strokes, your hips slapping against his plump ass. Your knot is already swelling, trying to lock you together. You lean over his back, your body pressing him into the bed. "You love being punished, don't you, my little omega?"
"Y-yes..." he pants out in humiliation and pleasure, pushing back desperately onto your cock. "I love how your knot punishes meee~” His voice breaks as your shaft massages his sensitive prostate with each deep thrust, making his toes curl. "You're so deep.”
Your breast press firmly against his back as you kiss along his shoulder. You grasp at his jaw and tilt his head back. He’s drooling now, saliva dripping down his chin. “What do you say to your Alpha?”
"Mmph... " He whines, drooling more as your thick length hits his prostate again. "Please... Alpha... You're so big... You're knotting me s’ good!” His hips buck back, seeking more. "You're making your little omega sloppy~!”
Rafayel lets out a noise closer to a growl than a whine. “-breeding me so deeply!” His voice is completely wrecked now, high-pitched whines falling from his lips each time you bottom out inside him. "My Alpha's knot is so thick, stretching my little holeee~”More drool slips from his mouth as he's utterly lost in pleasure.
His entire body shakes violently as your knot expands fully inside him, locking you two together completely. He lets out a loud, desperate wail—a sound somewhere between pleasure and pain—as your alpha knot begins pulsing, pumping hot streams of cum deep into his hole. "AHNNN!"
"Ah...ah...ah…” He pants heavily, his entire body trembling as he's filled to the brim with your thick alpha seed. His omega walls clench around your knot, milking it for every drop. Tears stream down his face, a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion.
You hush his panting, pushing his hair from his sticky mess on his face. “That’s my good boy. You did so well for me.”
He whimpers and nuzzles into your touch, his face buried against your chest as he turns around on your knot. He's completely spent, his body still trembling with aftershocks. A soft, content purr rumbles in his chest as he snuggles closer, his legs wrapped weakly around your waist.
But the moment of sanctuary was ruined by a knock at his door. Rafayel growled, poking a messy head of purple hair up over your shoulder.
Thomas’ hesitant voice spoke through the door. “Sir-?”
“Go away Thomas. You’re late.”
🐾 𓈒 Zayne
Zayne was always a busy man. He didn’t have time to hark on the stupidity that was ‘second genders’. He was a man of science, not nature.
But that also meant he worked himself to the bone.
After your Omega didn’t return home at the normal time, to the nest you prepared for him, you were worried.
His Heat was scheduled to start tomorrow. You had taken all the extra precautions for him. You knew it was a sensitive time for the dark haired man.
You ordered his favorite macaroons, filled the nest with your clothing and rented that rom-com he’d never admit he liked.
Akso Hospital has rounded down for the night. The receptionist led you right to Dr. Zayne’s office.
As you open the door to his office, you see Zayne leaning against his desk, his tie loosened and his shirt unbuttoned at the top. His face is flushed and his breath comes in short pants as he tries to ignore the effects of his Heat. He looks up at you with desperate eyes.
“My love, let me take you home. You know it’s not healthy to push yourself, especially when your Heat is here.” You coo to him gently, your heels clicking across the tile of the Doctor’s Office.
Zayne's eyes widen as he sees you enter, his control slipping as your scent fills the room. He straightens up slowly, his hands shaking as he tries to button his shirt back up. "I... I can't leave patients unattended," he argues weakly, his voice hoarse.
You walk closer to him, your alpha scent becoming stronger as you approach. You reach out and gently pull his hands away from his shirt buttons, stopping him from finishing what he started.
"Greyson can handle them," You say firmly but gently, stepping even closer so that your bodies almost touch. Your voice drops to a softer tone as you continue, "But right now, I need to handle you." Your hand moves to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over his flushed skin.
His breath catches at your words, and he leans into your touch slightly, needing it more than he cares to admit. His professional demeanor begins to crack under the intense alpha pheromones you're emitting. "Don't... don't treat me like I'm weak," he tries to protest weakly.
Zayne has always been far too proud.
When he presented as an Omega when you were younger, he was so ashamed. He held that embarrassment all through his adult years. You sit on the edge of the desk and removed his thin framed glasses. “Hey, look at me.”
Zayne's eyes meet yours as you remove his glasses, revealing a vulnerability that he rarely shows anyone else. His breath hitches slightly as he tries to maintain some semblance of control. "What?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"You're not weak," you say firmly, your hands framing his face. "You're an Omega, and there's nothing wrong with that. Nothing to be ashamed of." Your thumbs caress his cheeks soothingly as you hold his gaze intensely. "Let me take care of you tonight."
The words pierce through his defenses, and for a moment, Zayne just stares at you, his eyes searching yours for any hint of deception. When he finds none, something inside him breaks. He leans into your touch, his forehead resting against yours as he lets out a shaky breath.
"No one's ever... no Alpha’s ever..." His voice breaks slightly, raw emotion bubbling beneath the surface. "They've always wanted to control me, to use me because I'm an Omega. But you... you treat me like..."
He nuzzles your palm, his exterior chipping away. "Like I'm a person," Zayne finishes, his voice barely audible. A single tear escapes, rolling down his cheek. He tries to wipe it away quickly, but you catch it with your thumb, wiping it away gently. He looks up at you with a mix of vulnerability and gratitude in his eyes.
You smile and kiss the top of his head. In that moment, he can’t control his Heat nor pheremones. You purr when the scent hits your nose. “That’s it Sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”
His control completely shatters at your purr, his scent intensifying rapidly as his Heat overtakes him. He whines softly, his body pressing against yours instinctively seeking comfort and touch. His hands clutch at your arms as if you're his only anchor in the storm of hormones.
"Please..." he whimpers, his usual pride abandoned completely to the Heat. His lips are parted slightly, breaths coming in shallow gasps against your neck. His scent is overwhelming now, a sweet, intoxicating mix of honey and stardust that's making it difficult for you to think coherently.
Without hesitation, Zayne presses his lips against yours in a desperate kiss, pouring all his pent-up emotions and desires into it. His tongue seeks entrance immediately, tangling with yours in a heated dance as he grinds himself against you instinctively. He can feel his body preparing for mating already.
You push up your skirt, guiding him back to the desk. He gasps as you push open his lab coat and begin to fish his aching cock from his pants. “Did you miss me? Did you think I’d let you go through this heat alone?”
"No... never," he pants between kisses, helping you push down his pants. His cock springs free, already rock hard and leaking precome. The sight of you pushing up your skirt has his mind short-circuiting with desire. "I was so lonely... so empty without you,"
Zayne lets his tongue loll from his mouth, "-missed your touch... missed your scent..." he murmurs against your neck, nipping and sucking gently as his hands grab at your thighs, pulling you closer. His knees almost buckle as you finally touch him - one hand wrapping around his leaking cock, the other palming his testicles. "Fuck..."
You straddle him on the desk, using a hand to rub him against your leaking folds. “Is this what you want, Zayne?”
"Yes... oh god yes," he groans loudly, his hips bucking into your touch instinctively as you rub his cock against your wetness. The friction is exquisite torture - too much pleasure too quickly - but he can't stop himself from grinding against you harder and faster.
He hooks his arms under your thighs, lifting you higher on the desk so he can rub his cock against your clit more effectively. The desk creaks with each thrust as he loses all control, his mind consumed by the need to be inside you. "I need you... now... please..." he begs desperately.
His whimpers have you spiraling. The head of his cock pierced through your entrance and the Omega gives the most pathetic noise which he tries to muffle with a hand over his mouth
His eyes roll back slightly at the sensation of your tight heat enveloping him, even if just barely. He bites his hand to muffle another whimper, trying to hold himself back from slamming into you immediately like every instinct is screaming at him to do.
But he’s just an Omega, your Omega, and he’ll do whatever you tell him to.
"Alpha..." he whines softly, his legs shaking with the effort of holding himself back. His hand remains clamped over his mouth, eyes pleading up at you as he waits for your command - whether it's to go slow, fast, deep... whatever you want. His Heat has completely erased his pride.
His breath catches sharply as you start to slowly sink down onto him - inch by inch - his thick length stretching you beautifully. He swallows back another whimper, watching as your body takes him deeper and deeper until he's fully buried inside you.
A low, needy moan escapes his lips despite trying to hold it back, his hips tremoring as he fights the urge to rut up into you immediately. The tight, wet heat of your Alpha's pussy is pure ecstasy, making his eyes glass over slightly as he whispers, "More... please..."
As you start to move, setting the pace, Zayne loses himself completely. His hands fly to your hips, fingers digging in as he matches your movements with desperate thrusts of his own. The desk shakes violently beneath them, lab equipment clattering as Zayne's whines and moans grow louder.
"Alpha! Yes, fuck, just like that... please don't stop... I need more, I need you so badly..." He's a mess of needy whines and pleading words, his body writhing and bucking beneath you as he chases the pleasure only you can give him.
"Alpha! Yes, fuck, just like that... please don't stop... I need more, I need you so badly!” He's a mess of needy whines and pleading words, his body writhing and bucking beneath you as he chases the pleasure only you can give him.
Your wall clamp down around him and he keens so loudly you fear his patients might hear him. Your walls cause him to lock firmly inside.
He panics for a moment, his knowledge of Female Alpha anatomy fleeing him for a moment. “Shh, shhh, it’s okay Honey. Remember, this happens sometimes,” you remind him, brushing his hair from his face.
"Mmph,” he whines desperately, completely overwhelmed by the intense suction of your Alpha clamp. His entire body trembles, face flushing deep pink as he tries to push in deeper but finds himself held firm. "Alpha!”He squeaks out, voice breaking with need. "It feels so... intense..."
His fingers claw at your hips helplessly as he's trapped inside, whimpering and mewling like a lost kitten. “Alpha... it's too much... you're squeezing me so perfectly... I can't... fuck!” His cock pulses again, threatening orgasm already “Please..."
His fingers claw at your hips helplessly as he's trapped inside, whimpering and mewling like a lost kitten. “Alpha... it's too much! You’re squeezing me so perfectly, I can't... fuck!” His cock pulses again, threatening orgasm already “Please!”
You run your fingers through his hair and coo down at him. “Easy does it, Baby. You can cum again, I know it feels so good.”
His entire body shudders at your soothing touch and words, his mind fogging with pleasure. The gentle cooing and the way you run your fingers through his hair sends him over the edge. With a loud, desperate cry, he cums hard inside you, his hot seed filling you completely.
Completely spent, he collapses onto the desk, panting heavily. His body is still locked inside of you, the tight suction of your Alpha muscles keeping him firmly in place. He blinks up at you with bleary, half-lidded eyes, a lazy smile spreading across his flushed face.
You press multiple kisses over his face, hearing him chuckle softly at the attention, a smile crossing his tired face. “C’mon, I have ‘Pretty Woman’ loaded up at home.”
“I don’t even like-“
“Sure you don’t. C’mon pretty boy.”
🐾 𓈒 Sylus
Sylus has always lived a private life. You were a surprises but very welcome wrench in his life. But hiding his Omega tendencies was growing more difficult.
You are sprawled out on his couch after a difficult battle with powerful Wanderers.
You wake up suddenly in the middle of the night, your senses heightened by an unfamiliar scent that's both sweet and intoxicating. It calls to you, pulling you out of bed and towards Sylus's bedroom. As you approach the door, you hear soft moans and whimpering coming from inside.
You slowly push open the door, the scent growing stronger. The room is pitch black, but your Alpha senses allow you to see clearly. Sylus is tangled in his sheets, his body wracked by heat waves. His usual tough demeanor completely gone, replaced by whimpers and soft cries.
As you enter the room, Sylus's scent becomes overwhelming - a mix of musk and heat that makes your own body react. You see him thrashing in bed, his shirt already discarded and his pants unbuttoned. He catches your scent and suddenly turns towards you, whimpering louder.
“Leave me be, Kitten.” He growls, trying to pull the blankets over himself quickly.
Despite his growl, his voice is weak and breathless, betraying his current state. He struggles with the blankets, trying to cover himself, but his movements are sluggish and uncoordinated due to the heat. His cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are glazed with need.
He freezes as you approach the bed, his breath hitching in his throat. You can see the conflict in his eyes - he wants to push you away, to maintain his tough exterior, but his body is screaming for relief. A whimper escapes his lips as you get closer.
His hands grip the blanket tighter, knuckles turning white as he tries to maintain some semblance of control. Despite his efforts, another soft whimper escapes him, and his legs shift restlessly under the covers. His scent intensifies, filling the room and making it hard for you to think straight.
He watches you with pleading eyes, his body trembling slightly. His voice comes out as a desperate whisper, “I can handle it myself. I don't need your help.” But his words are contradicted by the way he reaches out towards you, his fingers brushing against yours.
You run your fingers through his hair before fisting the locks at the nape of his neck to pull his head back. “You don’t need my help hm?” You tease.
A sharp gasp escapes him as you grip his hair firmly, his head tilting back to expose his throat. His eyes flutter closed, and a shudder runs through his entire body at the dominant gesture. The teasing question sends a jolt of electricity straight to his core. “Fuck," he whispers hoarsely.
His eyes snap open, pupils dilated with desire as he looks up at you. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, his breath coming in ragged pants. The blanket slips down, revealing more of his bare chest, heaving with each labored breath.
You grab his face, squishing his cheeks. “Ohhh~ big bad thing. Show me those pretty Omega fangs again. Go on. Show me.”
His face flushes an even deeper red at your words, his fangs elongating instinctively as he lets out a needy whine. The blanket falls away completely as Sylus arches into your touch desperately, all pretense of strength abandoned in favor of pure submission. "Kitten..."
His eyes are locked onto yours as he slowly opens his mouth to reveal his sharp omega fangs. The sight is incredibly erotic, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips before he speaks, “I want..." *His voice trails off, but his hips lift slightly off the bed.
Your finger pads run over his fangs. “You act so dominant to everyone around you.” You tug on one of his fangs, watching him drool over your fingers
He whimpers as your finger tugs on his fang, drool spilling from his mouth as he tries to suck on your fingers. The contrast between his dominant alpha facade and his needy omega submission is intoxicating. He reaches up with trembling hands to pull you closer, his voice a desperate plea.
"Only you see this side of me, only you know how desperate I am underneath this tough exterior.” He bites down gently on your finger, marking you with his fangs as his other hand reaches between your legs. “I need you so badly... please..." His voice is broken, needy.
His eyes are wild with desire as he continues to suck on your finger, his other hand groping at your crotch through your clothes. He can smell your own arousal, and it only fuels his need. He starts to hike your shirt up, desperate to get to your skin. "Off.”
He growls low in his throat as he tries to tear your shirt off, his fangs now fully extended and dripping with saliva. He's beyond rational thought, consumed by his omega heat and his desperate need for you. He starts to grind his hips against yours, coating your crotch with his slick.
He buries his face against your clothed cunt, lapping at the sticky fabric of your sleep shorts.
His tongue laps greedily at the fabric covering your pussy, trying to soak up as much of your scent as possible. He whimpers and whines like a puppy, his body writhing with need. He bites down gently on your covered clit, making you jump and moan.
His eyes roll back slightly as he inhales deeply, taking in your scent. He starts to rub his face vigorously against your crotch through the fabric, marking it with his saliva and slick. His hands grip your thighs tightly as he mumbles against your shorts, “So fucking wet..."
He starts to tear at your shorts with his teeth, growling and snarling as he tries to expose your pussy. Once he gets the fabric torn aside, he buries his face in your folds, his tongue delving deep inside you as he starts to eat you out like a starving man.
His tongue laps at your clit, circling it before sucking it into his mouth. He moans loudly against your pussy, sending vibrations through your sensitive flesh. His hands spread your thighs wide as he tries to get even closer to you, his own need forgotten as he focuses solely on pleasing you.
His tongue plunges inside you again and again, fucking you with it as he tries to get you as wet and ready as possible. He can feel your juices dripping into his mouth, and he gulps them down greedily like they're the sweetest nectar he's ever tasted.
He adds a finger, then two, pumping them in and out of your soaked pussy while his tongue continues to work your clit. He's making loud, sloppy sounds—suction noises and wet finger fucking noises—that would normally embarrass him but right now only turn him on more.
While fingering you, he brings one wet finger to his mouth and sucks, giving you a filthy look before diving back in. His other hand moves to his own hard cock, stroking it desperately through his pants. The combined sight and sounds of his devotion are driving him crazy. “Fuck..."
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” You growl, your tone seeping through.
His hand freezes mid-stroke at the sound of your alpha growl. His cock throbs painfully at the command in your voice. He immediately pulls his hand away from himself and returns both hands to eagerly pleasing you instead. “No Alpha... Sorry Alpha..." He whimpers against your pussy.
His tongue laps at your clit with renewed fervor, his face buried so deep in your pussy that his nose is pressed against your hole. He's completely submissive now, focused only on making you cum. His wet fingers spread your lips apart, giving him better access to your sensitive nub.
You praise him, moving your foot down to press against his leaking cock that’s now poking over the waistband of his pants.
He lets out a loud, high-pitched whine as your foot presses against his straining erection. His hips buck instinctively, seeking more friction. He doubles his efforts on your clit, his tongue flicking and sucking rapidly as he tries to please you and earn more of your attention.
As you continue to press your foot against his throbbing member, he starts to whine and beg between licks. "Alpha... alpha please-foot on my dick... need it... need to hump something..." His face is completely soaked with your juices as he continues to worship your pussy.
You lift your foot slightly, allowing him to hump against your sole desperately while his tongue still works your clit urgently. He's making embarrassing noises—whimpering and moaning into your pussy as he dry humps your foot. “Alpha..."
You pull away your foot, watching his hips buck desperately in the air, pre-cum leaking down his shaft. “My, my, who would think I’d have the mighty leader of Onychinus humping my fuckin’ foot.” You purr.
His face contorts in pleasure and embarrassment as you pull your foot away. He continues to hump the air desperately, pre-cum leaking steadily from his red, angry-looking head. "Fuck... fuck... you’re fucking mean." He whines, his voice thick with need and humiliation.
He suddenly grabs your leg and shoves your foot back against his dick, starting to hump it desperately again. "No, Alpha, need it-please... just let me hump your foot while I eat you out, need the pressure!”
But your lip pulls back in a snarl and you jerk your leg away. “You’re disgusting.” You chastise in a way that has the poor Omega desperate for your attention.
His shoulders hunch as if struck physically.
He whines softly, spreading his thighs wider without realizing it—an unconscious omega action seeking approval or touch. His eyes watch your body warily, awaiting your next cruel word, in need of validation.
You lean down to the white haired man, digging your fingers into his snowy locks. “How long did you expect to hide the fact you were an Omega from me? You’ll take your punishment like a good boy. Or do you want me to parade you out in-front of your underlings like a dirty dog?”
To Sylus, that didn’t sound like such a bad idea.
🐾 𓈒 Caleb
Caleb was exhausted. Not o my did his Meeting with his fellow Superiors drag on far longer than expected, but his Heat Suppressants were failing miserably.
He takes off his cap, cursing internally at how his Heat suppressants are not working. He finds you in his study. One of his spare uniform hats perched on your head as you twirl in his chair. You turn to him, tipping your hat back.
You had alerts on your phone specifically for when Caleb’s Heat reappeared. Today was no different.
Caleb enters the study, his boots clicking against the metal floor as he walks in. He pauses mid-step when he sees you sitting in his chair, wearing his spare uniform hat. A sudden surge of his omega instincts makes him pause—his heat is coming on stronger than usual tonight.
Caleb's eyes widen slightly as he takes in the sight of you, his omega instincts reacting strongly to your alpha pheromones that fill the room. He tries to suppress a small whimper, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Ma'am.”
You tilt your chin and say nothing, pointing to the floor between your legs. “Sit.”
Caleb's breath hitches at your commanding tone, his omega side responding eagerly to your dominance. He slowly walks over and kneels between your legs, looking up at you with a mix of submission and longing in his eyes. "Yes, ma'am," he murmurs, his voice slightly shaky.
Your scent is driving him wild. His cock is straining so hard against the tight uniform pants.
Caleb's face flushes deeply as he feels his arousal growing uncomfortably tight against his uniform pants. The scent of your alpha pheromones is overwhelming his senses, making his omega instincts take over completely. He nuzzles against your knee desperately, a whimper escaping his lips as he fights his urges.
You grab a fistful of his hair and tilt his head back. “Oh, what is it Soldier? Don’t tell me you were rock hard during your meeting.”
He looks up at you with glazed purple eyes, panting softly. "No... no ma'am,” he manages to say between breaths, even though his body tells another story completely. His cock throbs painfully against his pants, begging for relief that only an alpha can provide.
"Ma'am... my suppressants..." He trails off, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism despite his body betraying him. He can feel wetness gathering at the entrance of his heat, making him increasingly desperate. "They're wearing off.” His voice comes out more whiny than intended.
You hum and lean back in the chair. Your heeled toe presses against his straining cock through his pants, making him yelp.
Caleb's eyes roll back slightly as your heel presses against his aching cock through his pants. He can feel the pressure building, his heat making him unbearably sensitive. "Ma'am please..." He whines softly, grinding against your foot instinctively as his need becomes overwhelming.
You click your tongue. “Hands behind your back Soldier.” You order.
He quickly puts his hands behind his back without question, presenting his body to you obediently. His broad shoulders tense as your heels press against his inner thighs, pushing his legs slightly apart. His pants strain against his massive hard-on, the zipper painfully tight. "Like this, ma'am?"
You hum in approval, resting your chin on your hand. “Remember when we were teenagers. When you got your first Heat? You were so embarrassed.”
He blushes slightly at the memory, his ears turning red as he recalls the incident. He had been a scrawny teenager then, barely even a man, and his first heat had hit him like a truck. He had been so embarrassed, crying and whimpering as he begged you to help him.
"You were so kind to me back then Pips-I mean, ma'am. You held me and comforted me through my first heat. I remember how warm your hands were on my back as I rode out the worst of it.” He swallows hard, his voice dropping lower with desire. "Ma'am... I need..."
“Hush,” you snip, pressing the heel of your red bottom against his straining cock. His hat slips further down on your head while you lean forward. “What do you say to your Alpha when you need something? Hm? Do you expect our Pups to have the same poor mannerisms as you?”
He bites his lip to stifle a whine as your heel presses against his throbbing length, making him jerk his hips forward instinctively. He knows he needs to maintain his composure, but it's getting harder and harder with each passing second. "N-no ma'am... I apologize."
"I mean..." He corrects himself quickly, his voice breathy but maintaining proper respect. "May I have permission to adjust my uniform, ma'am? The..." He shifts uncomfortably, pressing against your heel in a way that should be embarrassing but feels too good. "The zipper is quite uncomfortable."
You lean back with a laugh. “Go ahead Pup, take it out. Let’s see what we’re working with this time.”
He quickly and carefully unzips his pants, his breath hitching as he releases his throbbing cock. It springs free, already slick with pre-cum and straining painfully. He keeps his hands behind his back as instructed, presenting himself to you obediently. "Ma'am..."
“At attention.” You order, Caleb springs to his feet. The order was familiar, well, he wasn’t caught with his cock out when he went through the Academy.
He snaps to attention immediately, standing straight and tall despite the obvious discomfort of his aroused state. His cock stands at full attention as well, bobbing slightly with each beat of his heart. "Yes ma'am!" He responds crisply, his voice firm despite the desire coursing through him.
You can see the veins pulsing along his thick length, the head purple and swollen. He's clearly desperate for relief, but he maintains his posture perfectly, hands clasped behind his back, chest out, shoulders back, chin up.
You pick up the baton that rests against his desk, bumping the end up against the bottom part of his erection as you lean back in the chair. “Tell me Colonel, has anyone else ever helped you through your heat before?”
He sucks in a sharp breath as the baton makes contact with his sensitive flesh, but he doesn't move an inch from his rigid stance. "N-no ma'am," he manages to say, his voice strained with desire and discomfort. "Only my hand until..."
You angle the baton against him, smirking at the way his chest rises and falls. “-Until the worst of it passes," he finishes, swallowing hard. The baton presses against the sensitive spot where his balls meet his taint, and he can't help but let out a low groan. "Never with anyone else, ma'am. I'm always alone during my heats."
His hips give a tiny, involuntary jerk as the baton stimulates the sensitive nerves. His cock leaks more pre-cum, the clear fluid dribbling down the shaft and pooling at the base. He's so hard it's almost painful, the skin stretched tight over his engorged length.
His thick, veiny cock stands at attention, the head a deep purple and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. The scent of his heat is intense now, a musky, earthy aroma that fills the room. He bites his lip, watching you with hungry eyes as you continue to undress.
“What sort of punishment would your Superiors give you if you were caught disobeying?” You question him, reaching around with the baton, to run it over the swell of his ass.
He inhales sharply as the baton touches his ass, the cool metal contrasting with his heated skin. "Disobeying orders... that's a serious offense." He pauses, swallowing hard as he imagines the consequences. "They would likely have me whipped... or worse." He shivers slightly.
"For lesser offenses," He continues, "They might put me in isolation. No touch, no release, no one to talk to..." He spreads his legs wider unconsciously as you run the baton down his crease. "For bigger ones..." He swallows hard, "They might..."
You arch a brow as you wait for him to finish.
"Publicly humiliated..." He murmurs softly, "Made to pleasure lower ranks while they watch... Or..." He tenses his body as the baton spreads his cheeks slightly. "Worst case-fuck-they'd deny my heat entirely.”
Your lip curls into a smirk and you finally grasp his cock. His knees go weak but he won’t let you see him fall that easily. “When Gran found out you were an Omega, and that I was an Alpha. She seemed disappointed.” You whisper, bringing up memories of your grandmother.
His cock throbs in your hand as you grip it firmly. He leans forward slightly, resting his hands on the wall for support despite trying to appear strong. "She wanted better for us..." He breathes out shakily as you stroke him slowly. "She thought we'd be wasted on each other.”
You and Caleb had been attached at the hip, being there for each other through your sloppy coming-of-age moments.
"But here we are..." He moans softly as you wrap your fingers around his thick base and start to pump him faster. "She didn't understand that we were meant to be together. That my Heat, my need... it's all for you." He pushes back against your hand, seeking more friction.
"She thought you'd knot some sweet Beta boy.” He laughs softly, then hisses as your thumb rubs over his tip, spreading pre-cum. "And I'd breed some high-ranking Omega... She never got that we preferred each other." His hips snap forward, fucking your tight grip.
You hum, moving your hand faster as Caleb subcomes to his Heat. “Tell me Caleb, we were raised together, grew up together, we should’ve stopped messing around from the beginning. Why didn’t we stop?”
"Because," he pants heavily, his breath hitching as your hand works him faster. "Even when we were kids, I knew... I knew that being around you felt different." He pushes back against your hand again, his hips moving in sync with your strokes. "And when we hit puberty..."
"God, those first Heats..." He throws his head back as your hand tightens around him. "Remember how you'd cry when your Rut hit? I'd hold you, try to make it better. And then one night-“ He swallows hard, his eyes flicking down to watch your hand.
"One night I couldn't control myself. Eighteen years old, and I was already deep inside you, even without a knot, making those sweet noises-Ever since then, how could I stop? How could I give you up when you were perfect for me?"
His hips stutter and you bring up your free hand, rubbing the base where a knot would form. But Omega’s didn’t have knots, and the copious amount of slick leaking from him was evidence enough of that. “Go on Caleb. Tell me what you’ve wanted to admit since we were kids.”
"That I... fuck, I..." His breath catches as your hand on his base causes sparks to explode through him. "That I knew you were my mate, my partner, my fucking life even before my first Heat. That when I marked you that first time. I knew you'd be mine forever." He leans down, kissing you hard and deep. His hand covers yours on his base, pushing it harder against him. "That I'd never let anyone else have you." He breaks the kiss, panting. "That I'd kill for you."
He lets out a weak growl as he releases into your hand, his seed spilling between your fingers.
"I'd burn down the world for you," he confesses, his voice low and possessive as he comes undone in your hand. His hot, sticky seed coats your fingers as he continues to thrust into your grip, riding out his intense orgasm. "You're mine.”
You pull your hand away, licking your fingers clean of his sweet seed. “You’d kill for me, hm? You’d destroy the Farspace Fleet single handedly if it meant I’d fuck you through your Heat?”
His eyes flash with fierce possession as he watches you clean your fingers, his breathing ragged. "In a heartbeat." He reaches out, grabbing your wrist and bringing your slick fingers to his mouth. He sucks them clean, tasting himself mixed with your scent. "I'd destroy entire galaxies for you.
You take off the hat, and place it back onto Caleb’s head. His eyes darken, he wasn’t your needy Omega in this moment. He was Colonel Caleb Xia, Farspace Fleet Colonel.
"I'd tear apart the very fabric of reality if it meant keeping you by my side." He releases your wrist, his hand moving to grip your hip. "You're my everything, my reason for existence. Without you, I'm nothing.”
୨୧ — Valko was sprawled on his stomach, one arm dangling off the edge of the bed, hair an absolute disaster, ears twitching occasionally at sounds only he could hear. His tail had escaped the covers sometime in the night and lay flopped over your legs like a furry anchor.
It wagged once. Twice. Even in sleep, some part of him always knew you were there.
You'd been awake for an hour already- crept out at an ungodly time to execute your master plan, then slipped back in to wait. The apartment smelled like vanilla and sugar and slightly burnt frosting (you'd scraped off the evidence), and the living room was housing a mountain of wrapped presents you'd been secretly hoarding for weeks.
His nose twitched.
There it is.
You watched his brow furrow, still mostly asleep, processing the unusual scent data. His tail started wagging faster. Then his ears perked up- one, then the other, swiveling toward the bedroom door like little radar dishes.
“Mmrph” A grumble. His arm reached out blindly, patting the mattress until he found your thigh and latched on, “Why's it smell like... cake?”
“Good morning to you too.”
One golden eye cracked open. Then the other. He squinted at you suspiciously, clearly not trusting his own senses this early, “‘S not my birthday.”
“It literally is.”
He buried his face back into the pillow, “Birthdays are for people who age. I refuse. I'm eternal.”
You snorted and scratched behind one ear. His whole body went boneless, a low rumble building in his chest.
Cheater, he thought hazily. Using the ears against me.
“Made you a cake,” you said in the sweetest fucking voice.
His head lifted. Both ears now at full attention, pointed directly at you with laser focus.
“…What kind?”
“Chocolate. Three layers. Homemade buttercream… There may also be irresponsible amounts of presents. That leather jacket you've been staring at for six months? Those limited edition headphones that sold out in three minutes?" You grinned. "Oh, and I contacted that artist you like for a custom commission- it won't be ready for weeks so you're getting an IOU with a badly drawn wolf on it. Don't judge my art skills."
His tail was going insane now- hard enough to shake the bed. But his face was doing that thing where he tried to look cool and unaffected and was failing spectacularly.
She remembered, he thought, something warm and overwhelming expanding in his chest. Every stupid little thing I mentioned once. She was listening. She planned this. For me.
You didn't get to finish the sentence.
Valko moved fast and suddenly you were pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his face inches from yours.
“You,” he said roughly, “are so annoying.”
“Rude. I made you cake-“
“The most annoying person I've ever met.” He kissed your forehead. “Insufferable even.” Your nose. “Absolutely unbearable.” The corner of your mouth.
You cupped his face in both hands.
“Happy birthday, my little wolfie.”
He made a small, undignified sound. His tail drooped. His ears flattened.
And then he buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around you tight enough to squeeze the air from your lungs, and just... stayed there. Breathing you in.
You held him tighter, scratching at the base of his ears as his whole body melted against yours.
His tail started wagging again- slower, softer.
Best day, he thought. Best person. Gonna marry her.
“So,” you finally said, breaking the silence, “wanna see your presents? Orrrr is it still too early?”
He bit your shoulder. Not hard. Just enough to make you yelp.
“Five more minutes.” He lifted his head, flashing that sharp grin- still slightly watery but getting cockier, “Then presents. Then cake. Then I'm gonna show you exactly how grateful I am. Repeatedly.”
“...It's eight AM.”
“And? I've got all day. You gave me three layers. That's at least three rounds.”
“That math doesn't-“
He dropped back down, pressing a kiss to your pulse point, “My birthday. My math.”
Hiiiiiii!!!!!! Congrats on 4.5k, that's amazing!! 🥹 Wishing you lots and lots of creative inspiration for the sleepover tehe, can't wait to see everything you come up with!
If you need any more prompts, would love your take on the 'you look like you want to kiss me' one for either Sylus or Caleb-- whatever inspires you more! No pressure of course and eep yeah just congrats again, sending you lots of love! 💕💕💕💕
planets collide, collide, collide.
caleb xia x gn!reader
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or the one where caleb would rather look at you than the meteor shower above him.
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Caleb always knew what was going on in the sky more than you did. He’d always been that way. When you were kids, he knew when all of the astrological events were set to take place and where exactly in Linkon the two of you needed to be in order to see it at the perfect angle. As you grew up, and as your schedules became ever more complicated and conflicting, you began missing things. Shooting stars, supermoons, solar and lunar eclipses.
But that didn’t mean that Caleb stopped keeping track. No, he still kept his little calendar of events in his phone, and he’d still text you with updates on days he knew there was going to be something spectacular you were going to miss. Now, he just also knew when he could get away with dragging you to go watch them with him, too.
“You’re not even watching,” you say as you turn your head to look at him. He’d taken the two of you out to a secluded park you hadn’t been to in Skyhaven, yet. He’d pulled out all the stops. He’d brought a quilt for you to lay on, a make-shift picnic shoved into a backpack, an extra hoodie in case you got cold. And it seems that he was going to miss the whole thing, because he wouldn’t stop staring at you.
“I’m watching,” he says, but he doesn’t even pretend to look up at the sky. He keeps his gaze locked on you, eyes scanning over your features. He knocks his knee against yours, like that’s proof enough that he was, in fact, watching the meteor shower.
“What’s that look?” you ask him, face scrunched up as if to shake his stare away.
“What look?” he asks.
“That one,” you laugh as you poke the space between his eyebrows. In an instant you’ve gone from marveling up at the sky, to crawling over the last few paces between you and into his lap. “You look like you want to kiss me.”
“Is that right?” he asks. “You think I have a specific look when I want to kiss you, pips?”
“I know you do,” you hum before gently tapping your forehead against his. His knees spread to accommodate your presence.
“Then you’ve gotta know that’s how I always look at you,” he whispers, eyes glinting and lips curled into an easy grin.
You hum in pretend thought before muttering, “Guess you should do something about that, then.”
“Oh, I should?” he laughs, and in an instant you’re flipped onto your back with Caleb hovering above you. He leans down until his lips are just barely brushing yours. “You’re trouble, you know that, pips?”
“You’re gonna miss it,” you murmur when Caleb’s head tilts to finally kiss you. He pauses, but he doesn’t pull back.
“There’ll be another one,” he says. “There’ll be a thousand more for us to watch together.”
When he’s sure you’re not going to interrupt him again, he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours.
Valko who gets insanely feral and horny during full moons and Sylus being in charge of keeping him locked up and milking him stupid until sunrise
Smth smth the effects of the moon finally wearing off as Valko shoots blanks, barely getting a dribble out of his cock. His head drops forward in the chair as he tries catching his breath, whimpering softly, legs shaking and stomach/chest covered in cum
Sylus who carefully releases him from his shackles, trying to be quiet and not touch him to avoid the overstimulation that comes after being hyperaware of everything for hours. But the moment he steps close enough, Valko slumps against him, nuzzling against his stomach, ears drooped with exhaustion. He can barely get the words out through the rasp in his throat, weakly thanking him for babysitting him all night
Sylus gently shushing him and petting his sweaty hair back from his forehead. "Let's get you cleaned up and fed, hm? I'll have my chef prepare chocolate mousse for dessert, how's that sound?"
And Valko just whines at the thought of a sweet treat, nodding against him as eagerly as he can
And even though Sylus should be going to bed at this time, he stays up to help Valko into the shower and clean him off (he has to sit on a chair cuz his legs are too wobbly), and to feed him his meal and help him drink plenty of water. By the time the mousse is brought in - a large serving in a pretty glass with a large spoon to match - Valko is finally strong enough to feed himself. And Sylus finally allows himself to lay beside him, snuggled up against his side, as he finally drifts off to sleep. Valko is so happy to nuzzle in, tucking his head under his chin, Sylus's arms wrapping around him on instinct, and sleep beside him
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