Ahhh your celebration is so cute! I love the songs! could you do float on for poly!newtmas, you going into heat for the first time and them trying to help you through it
aw thank you darling!!! thank you - stolen from my sad playlist of course
"i fucking hate when they get incompetent." with a slam of the cabinet, clint turns around, bracing his weight on the hand-made cot in the room. "they have one job. one!"
"they actually have a lot of jobs..." jeff trails off, worried to upset to keeper.
"oh it's alright." you shiver in your spot, smoothing your hands up and down your biceps. "i'll survive."
"it's not alright! we cannot fucking procreate!" clint slams his palm into the cushion. "i refuse to bring children into this fucking hellhole. have you even experienced this before?? do you have any idea what you're supposed to do??" the beta further inquires.
"uh.. no. not really. i've always had my suppressants." you pull your shoulders up in a shrug. "it's not that bad right now, i'll just try and sleep it off."
"do you have any idea how bad it's going to get?? love, you're going to be in serious pain unless you're fucking knotted or something." clint sighs, burying his head in his open palms.
"well, we'll see. can't be too bad."
oh it was bad. seriously fucking horrible, and you had no anticipation of such. a few hours later and you're writhing in your shared room, arms curled around your torso in a slipshod attempt to dull the stabbing pain that irks at your torso.
nesting hasn't helped, the mess of various items of clothing from your alphas provides zero cushion or solace, and you can't help the frustrated tears that tug at your waterline.
newt's been in meetings all day, and tommy's still in the maze, but you're worried if the two of them don't finish up soon, you'll perish in your spot.
but then there's a hurried knock at your door, one that has your eardrums echoing and throbbing in disdain.
the words that roll of your tongue are most definitely indistinguishable, and you wave haphazardly in the direction of it.
thankfully, the door swings open regardless, to your many thanks, and it's just newt.
"baby? darling? my love? you alright?" the door slams behind him.
"ow." is your gruntled response, in addition to rolling over onto your back and parting your perspiring thighs.
"easy, easy. i've got you. i've got you. could smell you across the fuckin' glade, darling." he idles in between your thighs, pressing soft kisses along your mark.
in comes thomas just a few beats later, chest heaving before the door closes behind him. "fuck. fuck. you okay?" he leans over, bracing his weight on his knees.
newt has finally kicks off his slacks, letting them pool at the base of your bed. "she's not okay. she's not okay at all."
"please, just help. help me please." you warble
"i've got you. we've got you." newt sighs, pressing his cock nearly immediately inside you, filling you up in one fell thrust. you're dripping onto the mattress; a mixture of both your sweat and slick.
"oh shuck, mate, you should feel-"
"just fucking go!" you thwack at his shoulder.
"watch it." the alpha sneers, suddenly gripping at your jaw. "behave or you'll get nothing. at all."
he snaps his hips against your own, setting a steady rhythm and quelling your quiet cries.
"oh be nice, darling. she's in pain." thomas guffaws, shrugging off his pack and shirt.
newt rolls his eyes, suckling at your bite mark. "either fuck off or help me with her, mate. c'mon then, before she fuckin' falls apart."