So I was thinking about how Lance would react with the whole Lion musical chair switch thing…and then I thought about how the Black Lion would view Lances reaction.
And. You know. Black Paladin Lance endgame.
Black, as the new Paladins called her, saw Blue’s cub often, even before her own kitten had disappeared. Blue’s baby was so sweet always visiting his Lion.
Shiro never visited her.
So, of course, Black paid attention to the new visitor in the Lions Den.
The Paladin would sit criss cross apple sauce, as he called it, in front of Blacks sister as he’d regale Blue with his day. There were clear dramatic embellishments but Black found the little cub endearing, with how he flailed his tiny limbs and painted Blues claws. He seemed to have some self confidence issues as well, and the Red kit seemed to get angry at him whenever he saw hik in the Den.
The cub didn’t stop dropping by after the Paladins and their Princess decided to shuffle things around either, the kitten would visit with Red, doing his best to bond with the temperamental lion, but he never forgot Blue.
He also never yelled at Red.
Black wasn’t very fond of Red’s Paladin. Red was bitter because her kit no longer spent time with her, but she seemed to be growing attached to Blue’s kitten.
Black was envious of Red and Blue both, Yellow and Green were content as neither had to play musical paladins.
It was silly that the five humans and two Alteans thought they had any choice in the matter of who piloted them. Blue especially had taken her time selecting her Paladin, a whole 10, 000 years.
Black just wished the Red kit and the Princess would stop prancing around as if she would actually let the kit pilot her.
She’d much prefer Blue’s cub. This caused some strife between her and her sisters, Red wishing to make her lot jealous, Blue just wanting her cub back for herself.
In all honesty Black just didn’t want the Red Paladin to pilot her because Shiro thought he was the one to pick his replacement. Black would have to go through a few more training techniques before she wold be satisfied when the humans and Aliens found Shiro.
But it would take them far to much time to find Shiro if they kept trying to get Reds Paladin pilot her. If they wanted Shiro they should give her Lance. She wanted to get her claws done like Red and Blue!
Black was completley allowed to be kitish every once in a millenia.
Black growled as the Red kit banged his fists against he barrier, what did he hop to get from this? Black walled over to where Blue and Red were sitting she was done with the Red cub.
The Red Paladin followed after her, clearly indignant. Black ignored him and Greens giggles. Blue nuzzled her gently, trying to provide some comfort. Red merely Mooney after her Paladin.
The red cub yelled a little longer before stalking off, almost crashing into the sweet Blue kitten. Black, Blue and Red sat up a little straighter, purring excitedly as the kit made his way to them. Green and Yellow wandered over curiously.
Black turned to Blue, doing her best to plead with her eyes. Yellow nudged the cub with her muzzle, poKing him with her claws.
The Blue kit looked at the Lions in awe. Black smiled appreciatively with the rest of her pride. Yes, this was a good cub. Nice amount of fear and adoration.
Blue sighed dramatically and plucked up her cub in her mouth, placing the terrified and flailing kitten onto Black’s nose. Black beamed.
Eeeh… so this is kinda long. But I loved writing it. Also: it’s from Shiro’s POV. So… have this:
Monsters don’t have
It took everything in him
not to scream. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. Wouldn’t let
them know how afraid he really was.
He had survived this
once… He would do it again. Because now he knew how the cruel
machinery of the arena worked, relentless and precise like clockwork.
He knew what the Druids would do to him. He knew the rules.
to the rules and survive.
And rule number one was to never show your fear.
Shiro could do this, he
would survive and find his way back home. Home… wherever
that was. A small, fragile smile crept onto his face. Of course he
knew where home was. It was somewhere among the stars… Sitting in a
giant robot lion and hunting every single Galra cruiser down in order
to find him. He would survive this… for now there was Keith,
burning with the force of a thousand suns, fiery red and blazing with
anger. He had seen glimpses of what the Red Paladin was capable of…
This man would tear the universe apart and burn the whole Empire to
ashes, if that’s what it took to get Shiro back.
For now he would stick to
the rules and buy his friends as much time as possible to come and
find him. Him and-
Movement from the shadows
caught his attention, followed by a soft sob. If it hadn’t been so
eerily quiet in their cell, he might’ve missed it. Shiro froze at the
sound, eyes trained on the the figure that laid curled up on one of the cots.
The first time he’d seen
him, Shiro had actually lost it. He still had no idea where he
came from – it didn’t really matter anyway. Because he was there
nonetheless. He existed. He breathed. There was a soul in his yellow
eyes, when he gave Shiro that look. That look of utter betrayal, like
he’d hoped for something more, something that was definitely not a
beaten and bruised Shiro.
He couldn’t really
remember when or how the guards had maneuvered him into the same cell
he occupied. At some point he’d simply checked out, mind going
blank and numb, because it was all too much.
The Druids had taken his
arm, stripped him off any right he thought he had, put him through
fights against aliens twice his size… but THIS. This had been the
It was the day he met his
clone, that Shiro actually cried for the first time in ages. He cried
for himself. It was the same day he realized, that this would never
end. They’d always find a way to break him, to bend and twist him,
until his mind turned into something ugly. The evidence, the actual
personification of their madness driven efforts, sat right in front
of him and stared at him with piercing yellow eyes.
He had no idea how long
they’d stayed like this. Huddled against opposite walls of the same
cell and staring off into nothingness, until one of them had started
talking. It had been awkward, looking at his own face and listening
to his own voice, somewhat sounding off. More guttural. Some words
even sounded a little…purred? It was almost off-putting to see his
own face staring back at him and moving with expressions that weren’t
his. It felt like watching yourself in a mirror, but your
reflection suddenly stops moving along with you. Familiar features
turned into something otherworldly, because someone else controlled
them and poured their very soul into every twitch and pull of muscle.
They’d created a whole new
being. The clone might’ve looked like Shiro, but under their shared
features, there was a different person. Individual. Original. And so,
so human. He even had a name.
fitting, Shiro had thought at
first. But he’d come to realize quite fast, that Kuro wasn’t the dark, evil
minded counterpart he’d expected to hide behind that name.
fact, the more they talked, the more Shiro got the impression, that
their Galra-hybrid was more human than most people Shiro had met back
had suffered. He had seen horrible things, survived even worse. He’d
been ripped open and put back together, just to be torn apart again.
Some days he would find the strengh to laugh at all of this… And some days he would break under the pressure and fear. Like
any human being would do.
Days had passed. It was easy - too easy - to believe that Kuro was
anything but a monster. Especially so, after he’d been carried back
into their cell, right after one particular hard fight. Kuro had won, of
course… But was the damage his body and mind had taken really worth
Seeing him like this morphed repulsion and mistrust first into pity,
then into something else. Something Shiro didn’t really want to think
about. It felt way too close to compassion.
He couldn’t let that happen.
to the rules and survive.
And sticking to the rules meant no sympathy for Galra-clones.
In the end the universe wouldn’t have any of it.
Another sob brought him back to reality. It tore through the silence
that hung between them. As far as he could tell, Kuro was still
asleep on his small cot, but he thrashed wildly against invisible
enemies and restraints. Maybe he relived his latest fight? His latest
torture? Tears glistened in the dim purple lights.
In this moment he looked almost completely human… Vulnerable and
scared and just so much younger.
Shiros throat went dry. Kuro wasn’t a monster… never had been…
And that tore at his heart.
Despite what the Druids wanted him to be, Kuro was anything but a
Without thinking, Shiro stood up from where he sat, back against the
wall, and silently made his way towards the clone. Said clone was a
mess; twitching and and clawing at the nightmares that plagued him.
Another whimper. Small and heartbreaking. He couldn’t take it.
Shiro couldn’t stop himself from reaching out, trying to soothe Kuro
with a warm hand on his shoulder. But it wasn’t enough to make the
Soon he found himself huddled up on the small cot next to the other
man, arms wrapped around shaking shoulders and metal
fingers stroking carefully over a tense back. There were scars on his
back. So. So many… Shiro didn’t even want to know what had caused
these scars. Or the nightmares.
This man was definitely no monster.
I know I promised there will be a happy ending to my Kuro week… But for now… suffer with me? @kuroweek
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: slight angst, smut, dom!yoongi Warnings: sex, demeaning names, humiliation, degradation, unprotected sex, ass play, cum play
You did not know how to deal with that predicament. One part of you deeply wished you could figure it out while another part wanted to give up. Considering you had done everything you could not get jealous again, you sighed, your fingernails tapping against the kitchen counter as you ran one nervous hand through your locks.
“Where the fuck is my stuff?”
Grumbled Yoongi sleepily as an annoyed sigh crossed his lips, him fidgeting in the bags from your flat in the hope to find one of his sweatpants. You shook your head with a frown as you turned to him, irritation rising within you, raising the voice. After a silence, you realized how angered you sounded since you felt him spending more time composing music with Hoseok than you.
“I don’t know, Yoongi. Maybe you left it at Hoseok’s flat.”
Jokes from elementary school were pretty fucked up and could easily double as creepypasta
I remember in my elementary school there was a joke that circulated about a guy who wore headphones going in for a haircut. The barber said he needed him to take his headphones off, but he refused. The barber cut around the headphones but later asked again, but the man once again refused to take them off. The barber then got aggressive and took them off, and the man fell dead on the floor. The barber, curious, put on the headphones and it was the voice of a woman saying “Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.”
summary: a demon and an angel fighting over who gets to posses an adolescent, but what happens if the fiend suddenly changes its mind and decides to corrupt the innocent dove instead.
A/N: tell me feedbacks & what you thought about this!! pls
We all know that the relationship between demons and angels most definitely do not correspond. And that by means a fiend and an innocent, pure little dove will never conclude —meaning you and Peter Parker will unquestionably never understand each other. After all, he is one of God’s favorite and on the contrary, you were already as almighty as the devil himself.
Kink(s); hella daddy kink/leaning more to dd/lg, a bit of sadism, oral (receiving), etc
“D- Daddy..?” You whimpered as your cherubic eyes locked with his. This immense dark cloud turned his already piercing gaze damn near fatal. Your stomach knotted up as he roughly laid you back onto the bed, wedging himself between your legs as he crawled on top of you.
His large hands released their previous grip on your hair and throat, trailing down your chest. “You know-” He chuckled; doing that little twitch he usually did when he was trying to contain his anger, “-I thought I taught you better than that little girl..” His hands gently grazed over your barely clothed pert nipples, drawing out one of your mousy little whimpers.
Without warning, his gentle touch became rough as he pinched one of your nipples between his fingers; tugging and twirling it the more he watched your pretty face contort. “I’m gonna punish you, kitten-” He lowly growled while his lips curled up in a pompous grin, “-and while I punish you, I want you to recite our rules- every single one of them as you count each spanking…”
pairing: taehyung x reader genre: teacher!au, smut word count: 906
took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for whatever it was you were
getting yourself into as you entered the school theatre. You saw the class
performing on stage before you noticed your drama teacher, Mr. Kim sitting in
the middle row of chairs, casually minding his own business and taking notes.
took your bottom lip between your teeth, quietly walking towards him and blocking
the light coming from the stage as you stood in front of him. He stopped
writing in his notepad, glancing up at you before he spoke, “Miss Y/L/N?” he
asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
offered him a small nod of your head, “Can I sit down?” you quipped, using your
best ‘sweet’ voice, “I need to talk to you.”
swallowed a little, his mouth falling open as he devoured his eyes upon the
exposed skin of your legs, your thigh-highs and your see-through dress shirt.
He lightly bit his lip as he saw your red, lacy bra through your shirt, cupping
your breasts just right and pushing them up in a way that made his mouth water.
You smirked as you squeezed by, seeing his cheeks flush a little and his eyes finally stop undressing you. You locked eyes with him as he scooted up in his seat, leaving
you some room to pass him so that you could sit in the chair right next to his.
as you sat down, he cleared his throat, glancing back down at his notepad and
what he was writing, “There’s really nothing to talk about,” he began, nibbling
on his bottom lip as he continued writing. “I already dropped you from the
saw it coming, knowing the rules and knowing that more than five absences would
lead to classes automatically being dropped – and you have been gone for over a
week, almost two.
Kim, please,” you almost begged, your voice trailing off in a whine, “I will have to
take contemporary dance if I get dropped from this class.”
merely shook his head, still not even glancing up at you. “You should’ve
thought about that before,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, Miss Y/L/N, you know the
You huffed before your eyes lit up with mischief as
you thought, here we go… Your plan wasn’t
working and you had to speed things up. Fast.
Without a second thought, you slowly slid your hand over to his thigh, making
him stop writing immediately but he still didn’t look at you.
do anything,” you spoke slowly as you began smoothing your hand even further up
as you slightly leaned in, “If you let me back in.”
felt the rush, knowing you had his attention at this point and knowing you had
him right where you wanted him. Normally, you would’ve never even attempted to
do something like this, but you frankly didn’t care. You didn’t have anything to lose
and currently, you wanted to be Mr. Kim’s… well, anything.
You didn’t really get a reaction from him
until you palmed his half-hard cock, lightly stroking him through his pants,
making him jolt instantly and push your hand away as he finally glanced up at you. “I – I have no idea what
you’re trying to do young lady, but I think you’d better stop.” He stuttered,
tightening his jaw as he tried his best to keep that strict demeanour.
“Why? What’s the matter, Mr. Kim?” you
questioned, a smirk etched on your face as he turned to face you. “Are you
He breathed in deeply. “Listen, I am
your teacher and–” he began, swallowing a little but you didn’t
even let him finish as you cut in.
does that mean I’m back in the class?” you interjected playfully.
he instantly replied as he ran his hand along the side of his jaw.
snorted, leaning back in your seat as you rolled your eyes, “Come on, I will do things for you that no other student
has ever done before,” you whispered seductively as you bit your lip, pressing
yourself against him so he could feel every line of you. “You want me to give you a little sneak
peak?” you purred, your voice strangely sexy and endearing as you ran your soft
hands up your own inner thighs slowly.
eyes momentarily fluttered closed, his breath hitching in his throat before he
finally let out another long breath and when he opened up his eyes, he was
greeted by the sight of your short plaid skirt pulled all the way up and your
small fingers pressing into your lacy thong.
His brown eyes widened as he breathed
out a moan before briefly glancing up at the stage to make sure none of the
students had caught on to the inappropriate scene unfolding in the middle row.
“You are insane,” he muttered, his voice lowering into a growl as he stared
hungrily down at you, licking his lips. He forced himself to look away from you
as you kept pressing your fingers into your core, “Stop it. Are you trying to
get me fired?” he muttered harshly, his voice barely there.
don’t really want me to stop, do you, sir?” you quipped, smirking as you
flicked your panties to the side and offered him a little moan. Every nerve in
your body were lit and buzzing with the desire coursing through you and merely
being in this situation was beyond stimulating.
a/n; ok so this is a super rough drabble but it has been sitting in my drafts for a long ass time 😩 pls look at it and let me know what u think! i might post a few parts or make a series out of this idk????
She sat in the middle of the Salvatore living room, a warm log fire crackling behind her and sending up flickering orange embers. She was in the middle of the lounge, legs folded over the plush carpet, head bent down in concentration, a thin layer of sweat gathering across her brow. She wore old and ripped black skinnes with a plain white tee, her hair tied up in a messy knot atop her head, strands sticking out here and there. A series of curse words tumbled off her pouted lips, her eyes fluttering open as she growled and grabbed the unlit candle in front of her before promptly sending it flying across the room and smashing into the wall. She breathed in the warm and woody scent of the open room, coming to her feet and narrowing her eyes as they landed on a concerned looking vampire.
“What do you want?” she snapped at Damon before blowing a piece of hair from her eyes.
His dark hair was messy, smoldering eyes avoiding hers, glass of bourbon in hand, as usual.
He pursed his lips, fingers fidgeting, obviously nervous as he responded, “I know you’ve been having some trouble getting your magic to work…”
“And?” she stood her ground, toes sinking into the fluffy carpet.
“I know I can’t really do anything to help you,” he started.
Her brilliantly bright eyes narrowed, and she bit at the inside of her cheek with worry, “you didn’t.”
“He can help you.”
Her heart dropped in her chest, anger flaring as she took three strides forward with her eyes locked on his shameful expression. Suddenly, the glass in Damon’s hand exploded, sending shards everywhere, and liquid pouring across his front. It sliced red into his skin, which healed itself at once, but didn’t wipe that shocked look off his face.
“You still want to tell me you have everything under control?” he growled under his breath.
She turned her back to him, eyes closing as she took in a deep breath, instant guilt settling in, hands running agitatedly through her hair.
“Look, Damon, I’m sor-” she turned back, eyes coming open and landing on someone who was most certainly not a Salvatore.
Kai was bent against the wooden door frame, arms folded across his chest, blue eyes drinking her up with a flick of his tongue against his rounded lips. He wore a dark tee with a bluish grey flannel, and it matched those eyes, she thought. His hair was perfectly smoothed up, eyebrows raised as a familiar smug expression settled across his infuriatingly perfect features.
“Kai,” she growled.
“Don’t sound so happy to see me,” he said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.
“I’m not,” she insisted.
His eyes narrowed, and he smiled to himself, “mhm, sure.”
“I have this under control,” she said, eyes pulling away from his.
“Say it one more time, and you might actually believe yourself,” he chuckled with a couple steps forward.
She clenched her jaw, and it pulsated lightly as she did her best to keep grounded.
“Aw, did I make you mad?” he said, picking up on this as well as the flare of her cute little nostrils.
“Leave,” she breathed, refusing to look at him.
“No,” he responded, coming closer to her, only a few steps away now.
“LEAVE,” she demanded, the fire in the grate flaring up to twice it’s size as she said it, her anger flooding into her magic without ease.
Suddenly his hands were on hers, fingers locking gently around her wrists, the familiar buzz of magic from his skin sending electrical currents into hers. As he held her, he worked her through the rush, and the fire slowly sunk down, resuming it’s natural glow and flicker after only a second. She took in a raspy breath, eyes opening again to meet Kai’s, her body going into overdrive from the close contact.
“I’m sorry,” she said again, gulping down the lump in her throat.
His lips twitched lightly before splitting into his familiar and goofy grin, “your emotions,” he smiled, dimples lighting his cheeks.
“What about them?” she asked, aware that his hands were still resting against her flesh.
“They’re all over the place,” he said. “That’s why your magic has been all over the place. Your emotions make you have this lack of focus that either results in you doing too little or doing too much.”
“Oh,” she said with disbelief.
He shook his head and dropped her wrists with a chuckle, “you can’t stand when I’m right.”
Kai waved his hands, and the broken candle reformed and zoomed back into place on the carpet, still flameless. The girl sunk onto her knees to sit on the carpet, and Kai towered over her and walked circles around her like predator after prey.
“Light it,” he commanded.
She shot a glare up at the heretic, who only winked in response. Sighing with exasperation, she focused back on the candle, mind buzzing as she urged a flame to appear, feeling more hopeless by the second when it remained stagnant. She bit her tongue, trying again and taking a sharp breath in when absolutely nothing happened.
“That’s what I thought,” Kai said, stooping down to her level.
“Going to mock me?” she hissed.
“No,” he blinked in surprise, sounding genuinely honest.
She didn’t say anything, she only pursed her lips and gave a small nod.
“Relax,” he encouraged softly, “don’t work yourself so hard.”
Kai trailed a finger in the air, and as he did so her hair came undone and went spilling in loose waves across her shoulders. Then he traced a little swirling motion with his slender fingers, which caused her shoulders to settle and body to ease into relaxation. The pressure on her chest seemed to lift, the heat inside of her dissipating. He nodded, approving of his work and smiling at her adorable and confused expression.
“Good,” he said, moving around to come behind her.
Kai got on his knees behind her, the tiniest of gaps between their bodies as he sunk into her back, hands wrapping around her body from behind and sliding up her arms, cool silver rings grazing her skin as his fingertips drew gently to her palms.
“Close your eyes,” he breathed soothingly, “and try again.”
So she did. Her eyes closed, fingers separating as she took in a deep breath. But as she did so, Kai’s overpowering scent entered her lungs, and her mind instantly went into a haze as she drowned in the smell of pine trees and dark spices. His soft flannel wrapped around her as he did, and she couldn’t help but find herself wanting to bury her face into the cozy fabric that pressed into her. Worst of all was that feeling of his chest pressing hard into her back, his heart thumping softly as his breath came trickling across her skin.
“Y/N?” he asked, giving her wrists a gentle squeeze. “What’s wrong?”
She tried with all her might to ignore Kai and get the flame to spark, but it wouldn’t budge.
“I’m having trouble…focusing,” she mumbled under her breath, eyes closing as she gave another attempt.
She could almost hear the smirk in his voice when he responded, “why’s that?”
She tried to formulate a clever response, but was met with nothing, so chose to ignore him. She shook her head, eyes narrowing as she embraced Kai’s closeness rather than getting distracted by it, and just like that-
“Impressive,” he smiled.
A flame burst to life, flickering gold and red and dancing side to side.
She let out a happy little giggle, “it worked!”
“See? Your emotions,” Kai persisted.
“Or I just figured it out,” she said to the candle, fully aware that Kai was still wrapped around her.
“Magic is driven by emotion, little witch,” he purred softly into her ear, “and if you don’t believe it when I say it, maybe you will when you feel it.”
Kai’s voice had dropped low, and her eyes latched to his momentarily, her head turning to the side as his eyes darkened. The heretic pushed his hands further down, so that his fingers now came lacing through her own, his magnificent blue eyes darting between her own eyes and lips. He bent in closer, force fully pressed into her backside as he breathed across her skin.
“It can be driven by joy, anger, sadness, and even…” he trailed off.
She swallowed the lump in her throat, heart hammering as he dipped his lips inwards.
“Desire,” he finished.
He let her make the decision, which she didn’t think for two seconds about before delving into his lips. Her mouth came crashing against his, a new wildfire starting, but this one inside of her body. Kai squeezed her hands as he rocked his hips lightly into her backside, earning a soft noise of approval from her. He liked the sound a lot, he wanted to hear it again, he thought. Their lips worked in sync, fast and hungry, but this position not being enough for her, she flipped the heretic onto his back and climbed over his chest, straddling him as she shook her hair back and brought her hands sliding across his chest. His hands went flying up, cold rings to her flesh as he went about seizing her head and forcing her back down to his lips, her own hands finding their way into his brown locks. Each brush of their flesh sent a wave of ecstasy like magic into each other’s bloodstream, the need to taste and feel it all rising in their chests. She rolled her hips softly against him, causing Kai’s mouth to fall open, at which point her tongue found it’s way into his mouth. Kai growled with hunger, mouths refusing to part as they both kissed until they had no breath left, each waiting to see if they could hold out longer than the other. His hands went sliding around her thighs and squeezing them roughly, about to hook into them when the two were suddenly aware of a burning sensation. A huge ring of fire had erupted from the candle alone, the magic bursting out from her because of her hunger and lust being all over the place, and it now swarmed their bodies, engulfing the carpet and crawling closer. The girl cursed, having no idea what to do as she stared at the fire with panic, but then she felt Kai’s slender fingers trail across her cheek, and she looked back down at him. He signalled to take a deep breath with him, so she did, closing her eyes and focusing on him, opening them soon after to a fire-less room. Kai blinked up at her with admiration, a proud smirk forming on his lips, blue eyes crinkling with knowing.
“Wait. So you’re telling me, that you, the Pack Alpha, has never cuddled before?!?” Lance asked incredulously, staring at his leader. Hunk dropped his spork, Keith choked on his food goo, and Pidge gasped.
Shiro flushed a little, unusually embarrassed for such a strong and commanding Alpha. “Well, no, I was always really busy at the Garrison and while yes, I was really popular, nobody ever really wanted to get too close?”
Lance threw his hands up in exasperation. “No wonder you’re so stiff all the time!!! You haven’t experienced the joys of group cuddles!” The Omega cried, distressed. Pidge nodded, eyeing Shiro suspiciously.
“Yeah, every family spends time on group cuddles, Shiro. Matt and Dad didn’t include you on the Kerberos mission?” The young Beta asked, tilting her head to the side curiously.
Shiro shook his head. “No, we all slept in different areas of the ship. No cuddles whatsoever.” Hunk squawked in alarm at the news.
Lance slammed his hands down on the table and stood up, determination glinting in his eyes. “That’s it, I’ve heard enough. Come on guys, we’re doing a massive cuddle pile! Hunk, grab every blanket and pillow you can find and bring them to my room.” The Omega ordered, his best friend nodding and abandoning his food in order to dash off to find the requested materials.
“Wait, why your room?” Keith asked, already on his feet with Pidge clambering up the Alpha’s back.
Lance smiled sheepishly. “I uh, tend to hoard all the softest stuff. Like blankets and pillows. Also the occasional clothing item? It’s an Omega thing, my Mamá did it all the time.” He explained, pulling the pack leader from his chair and moving behind Shiro to start nudging him in the direction of the Blue Paladin’s quarters.
“Lance, you don’t have to do this, it’s fine-” Shiro sputtered, stumbling along to where the demanding Omega was pushing him. He didn’t fight back though, the idea of a group cuddle suddenly sounding increasingly appealing to his Alpha instincts.
“No way, you’re gonna get cuddles one way or another. Team bonding and all that! How can we be a pack if we don’t snuggle now and then? Besides, I kind of miss it. My family would always dedicate every Sunday night to sleeping in a cuddle pile in the living room. Yeah, snuggling with Hunk or Pidge is nice, but a cuddle pile is like coming home, you know? A pack thing.” Lance rambled, now leading Shiro by the wrist to his room, Keith carrying Pidge and jogging to keep up.
Shiro blinked as he was suddenly pulled inside Lance’s room, noticing the massive nest on Lance’s bed. Mostly blue blankets, as well as several pillows as a few shirts, mostly… black shirts? Wait, was that-
“Is that my vest?” Shiro asked, pulling out of Lance’s grip and moving to pick up the aforementioned piece of clothing. Pidge started snickering, and the Alpha turned to see a red faced Lance.
“Uh, like I said, it’s an Omega thing. It’s super comfortable… and it smells like you? A pack thing! Honest!” Lance yelped, flailing his hands around, Keith rolling his eyes at his packmate until Hunk hurried in with more blankets not a moment too soon.
Lance recovered from his embarrassment quickly and tugged everyone onto his bed, arranging the blankets and pillows for a more suitable nest, Hunk leaning against the wall, Shiro in the big Beta’s lap, Keith snuggled in between Hunk’s arm and Shiro’s shoulder, Pidge pressed up against Shiro from the other side, while Lance dimmed the lights and happily plopped himself into Shiro’s lap, snuggling up against that broad chest.
“There. What do you think? This is how my family used to do it, though we had a lot more members.” Lance asked, tilting his head up to gauge Shiro’s reaction.
The pack leader hummed thoughtfully, quietly shifting to arrange himself more comfortably, feeling his Alpha side rumble contentedly. He relaxed and tipped his head forwards to nuzzle at Lance’s hair, lightly scenting him.
“It feels… really nice.” He murmured, and Pidge beamed from her spot against his side, Hunk chuckling and Lance purring at the attention from his Alpha.
“This was a pretty good idea.” Keith yawned, already sleepy. Pidge chirped a sound of agreement, Hunk resting his head on top of Shiro’s.
Soon, mostly everyone was asleep, aside from Shiro and the lightly purring Omega in his lap. Shiro shifted slightly, cheek still resting in Lance’s hair.
“Hey, Lance?” He asked quietly, his packmate lifting his head a bit.
“Yeah? What’s up?” The sleepy teen asked, blinking big blue eyes at his Alpha. Shiro’s heart fluttered at the vulnerable expression on that pretty face, and he smiled, pulling the Omega closer in a hug.
“Thanks.” Lance purred a little louder and nuzzled at Shiro’s neck.
Why is it that whenever I see the word “cuddles” I immediately think “Omega Lance”? Anyway, hope you enjoyed! :3 @shancefluffweek
Kink(s); Dirty talk, mild degradation, slight sexual torture
Needy whines escaped you as your essence flowed out of you, dripping down your bum as Namjoon paced back and forth in front of your vulnerable form.
His piercing gaze loomed over you- eyeing you up and down as his plush lips curled up into a pompous grin. “You look like such a little slut like this kitten…” He teasingly growled as he strutted back over to you, wedging himself back into his place between your shapely legs.
You could feel his hardened cock pressing against your heated core, “Da- Daddy please…” You whimpered, bucking your hips; attempting to give yourself the friction you so badly desired.
Yay!! I actually posted something!!!! Now that testing is over, I can finally stop stressing over tests and work on requests!!! I may still only write one or two per week, but I really don’t know what I’ll do. Also, I’M SO CLOSE TO FINISHING ALL OF MY REQUESTS!!!! I think I still have at least six, but I’ll check when I post the next request that was sent to me.
‘… my parents with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal … my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them … he was younger than me, and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded.’
elle you are an incredible person and an amazing writer, i couldn’t be more grateful to have met you and call you friend. love you!!
i am so sorry it took me so long to post this but i hope you like it
(the biggest thanks to @maghnvsbane who was the most patient beta i could have asked for and went above and beyond when helping me with this)
reminds Magnus of a cat.
remember the first time the idea formed in his mind, but it had probably been
before they started dating. Back then, Alec had acted like a stray cat, wanting
affection but so afraid to receive it – letting his guard down one moment just to be defensive the
next, wary and hissing every time he felt threatened. Magnus had found himself
reacting in kind, scared of doing something that would only spook him further,
instead extending a cautious hand and holding his breath, hoping it will be
perceived like the offering it was but knowing it could be scratched instead.
Now that they
are together, the image Alec conjures in Magnus’ mind is that of a content,
spoiled cat. Never shy about seeking affection when they’re alone, closing his
eyes and melting every time Magnus runs his fingers through his hair,
practically purring when touched in the right places – and Magnus delights in
discovering and exploring all the right places.