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hockeynoses · 1 year

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you’re gonna have to ask me

Summary: “Okay, Stevie, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Eddie says with a mischievous glint in his eye, “I’m gonna hold the tissues,” he holds the full box up, “and you’re gonna ask me every time you need one.”

Rating: 18+

Warnings: MESS. Some very mild D/s if you squint. 1.4k.

Notes: A demon took over my body and wrote this last week when I was supposed to be working. I didn’t used to be this into mess and I don’t know who I am anymore! There’s just something about Steve...

The title is from Drive by Melissa Ferrick (ahh the good ol’ days of The L-Word.)

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“Okay, Stevie, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Eddie says with a mischievous glint in his eye, “I’m gonna hold the tissues,” he holds the full box up, “and you’re gonna ask me every time you need one.”

“Ogkay,” Steve sniffs and eyes him warily.

“If you get interrupted or can’t complete the sentence, I’m not giving you one. You’ll have to ask again.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Finde.” He gives a congested sniffle and wipes his nose on the back of his hand. “I’b already dnot godda last very long.”

“Good,” Eddie grins, eager for the game to start. Already, there’s heat coiling inside him at the idea.

“How far ihhh- ind advance can I ask for one?”

“It doesn’t matter. The only rule is that you have to ask,” Eddie clarifies, fingers toying with the corner of the tissue currently sticking out of the box.

“Does itd coundt as asking if I say I ‘ndeed’ - heh - oned?”

Eddie considers it, says, “Sure. I’m not gonna be a tyrant about it.” He’s already watching Steve intently, waiting to see how he’ll start - or rather, be forced to start.

“Ogkay, I – hih – I thingk – hih-ESSSHoo!” Bringing his elbow up to muffle the sneeze, he’s relieved to find that it isn’t as messy as he’d thought. That’s probably not gonna last long, he thinks.

Pulling his face back from his elbow and blinking to clear his head, he turns to Eddie and says, “I dneed a tissue, Eddie.”

“My pleasure,” Eddie gives him a wicked smile as he plucks one from the box, holding it out to Steve with a flourish of his wrist. “Just one?” he asks innocently.

Steve gives him a look. “You kdnow onde is dever enough for bme.”

“Alright, for brevity’s sake I’ll take pity on you,” Eddie says, handing him another one.

Steve gives a productive sniff, saying, “Thaggs,” before burying his red nose in the tissues and forcing a heavy, bubbling blow into them. “Ugh.” It does nothing to clear his sinuses, and he gives a testing sniff that barely gets any air through. Tossing the used kleenex into the bin on the floor beside him, he asks, “So…do you wadda putd a bmovie ond or somethigg? Bight get kind of borigg. I don’t kdnow how long ihhh- it’ll be until bmy next one.”

Eddie watches him knuckle at his nose, clearly already gearing up for another sneeze. “No, I think I’m good. Don’t need a movie when I can just watch you,” he says, leaning into Steve’s space.

Flushing under the attention, Steve rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Alright Rombeo.” That gets an answering laugh from Eddie, who can’t help but reel him in for an exaggerated kiss on the cheek, making Steve scrunch up his face in response.

“Ogkay, bacgk up before I – hiiih – before I sdeeze on you,” he says, fanning at his face.

“Hmm, can’t have that now, can we?” Eddie says.

“C-can I have a tiiihh- a tissue?” Steve asks, eyes fluttering shut as he tilts his head back.

“Yes, you can,” Eddie smiles, handing him two. His hungry eyes trail over Steve’s neck, up to his parted lips, pink nose, and long eyelashes. Gorgeous, he thinks.

Steve snatches them out of his hand, quickly covering his face just in time for a wet “hih’AESSSHH! Ha-AETTTSHHuh!” He groans, finishing off with a juicy noseblow.

Eddie tries to temper the excitement he’s feeling, a hot flush making its way down his chest. “Sounds like you have a fit coming on,” he teases, eyes heavy-lidded.

“Ugh… probably,” Steve says, wiping his glistening nostrils before massaging the bridge of his nose. He can practically feel the congestion shifting around, and hopes it will all clear out, despite how potentially gross that might be.

An itch seems to have taken up permanent residence deep in his nose, already yearning for another release.

“Heh – shi-iiih-t – fugk, I’b so stuffed up – hahhh – Cand I -?” before he can finish, his body is wracked by a powerful, “hih-RISSSHHAH! Heh’GKSSSHHTT!” The sticky mess is caught in his hand, and he looks over at Eddie, asking, “Cand I – ESSHHH!” Eyes clenching shut as he snaps forward again. “Fugk! Can I have a tissue?” he asks desperately, finally able to get it out.

“O-of course!” comes Eddie’s shaky response, blinking at the scene in front of him. Just for that, he hands him three. Steve takes them gratefully. Eddie watches in a haze as Steve tries to clean up the mess as gracefully as possible, mopping up the viscous muck between his face and hand.

“Excuse bme,” Steve says politely, with an exaggerated sniff as he tosses the kleenex.

“Uh huh…” Eddie’s twitterpated brain is unable to come up with a better response. He might have underestimated this little game he cooked up.

“These are bmessier than I thought, so I – hihhh – I should probably ask for mbore now.”

“Yeah?” Eddie doesn’t move.

“Can you hand mbe some tissues, Eddie?” he asks, giving another deep, squelching sniff, rubbing a finger under his nose. “I thigk I’b godda d’need themb.”

Eddie swallows thickly, plucking several from the box and handing them over with a soft, “Here.” He wonders if Steve notices the flush dancing across his cheeks.

“Thaggs, babe,” Steve says before bringing the bundle up to wipe his dripping nose. He keeps it pressed to his face, feeling another itch desperate for freedom as his breath starts to hitch. Curling forward with a wrenching, “ha-KKRSSSH! Hih…eh-KSSHOO! Gsh’HT’CCHHuh!” he stills, afraid to pull the drenched kleenex away from his face.

“I thigk I dneed a new one. This oned can’td hold andybore.” As Eddie nods and hands him a fresh one, Steve pinches off the mess still attached to his nostrils and tosses the destroyed tissues, immediately soiling the new one with a crackling blow.

“Ugh, sorry these are so gross,” Steve says, cleaning up his face once more. He leans back against the couch, catching his breath.

“Please, you know you look good doing anything.” Eddie looks up at him through his eyelashes. “Tease,” he accuses with a smirk.

Steve tilts his head to look at him, giving him a soft smile. Reaching out to place a hand on the side of Eddie’s neck, he strokes his thumb across the warm skin there. Eddie leans into the touch and their eyes meet for a brief, heated moment.

The reprieve is interrupted not long after; leaning his head back against the couch has the unfortunate effect of shifting the congestion in Steve’s sinuses, and before he knows it, he’s bracing for another fit.

“Oh god that tiiiih- tickles,” he vigorously rubs his palm against the tip of his nose. Eyes going unfocused, pink nostrils flaring, he asks, “I – heh – I’b godda –”

Eddie looks at him expectantly, raising his eyebrows. “You’re gonna?”

“Eddie – please!”

“Please what?” Eddie is thinking with his dick now, feeling giddy and sadistic.

“I dneed – ahh – a tiiih- tish’ISHHH’OO!”

“I don’t think that counts,” Eddie says with a playful gleam in his eyes.

Any further begging is cut short by Steve’s unrelenting nose, spraying several sneezes, “hi’IIISSHHHuu! ETTTCCHH! Hah-EXXTSSHuh!” that he only manages to half-cover in his cupped hands.

“Bless you,” says Eddie, never taking his eyes off him.

Steve glares at him over the hands clamped to his face, rocked by another harsh, “Hiiiih-ZZSSHHESSH!” He can feel the fresh cords of slime coating his hands. “Eddie, I dneed a tissue.”

“What’s the magic word?” Eddie feels fucking high. He’s turned on beyond belief and can’t help milking the situation for all it’s worth.

“ehh…heh-EH’IIIRRRSSHOO!” A scraping sneeze that dislodges even more gunk into his hand. “Please?” he asks, voice thick and desperate.

“Anything for you, big boy,” Eddie hands him a huge wad of tissues, saying, “Here, you’ve earned it.”

Steve pulls back his hands in the process and there are strings of shining mess still tethered to his face. He mops up everything as best he can, finishing by gratefully burying his face into the mass and filling it with a gurgling blow.

“Thaggs,” he says after a tired groan.

“Anytime,” Eddie says breathlessly as he sets the box to the side and crawls into Steve’s lap. This is the best idea he’s ever had.

#ste/ddie #snzfic #snzblr #snz fic #I really hope these aren't all starting to sound the same....#I'm still enjoying writing them so I hope you like it too!#can you tell I have a Thing for tissues??? 😩😅#snzfics #snz fics

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hiperchile · 11 months

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Dykes to Watch Out For Listen To

Hello! Here's 30 lesbian* (*or bisexual etc women. While this post is about music, identities [(L)esbian/(B)isexual/(U)nknown/undeclared/uother] have been noted for the curious amoung you) artists to listen to in this month of pride! Feel more than free to suggest others - this list is just what came to mind and is obviously barely scratching the surface. I have highlighted a few notable works for each, but that absolutely isn't to say you shouldn't try out their other works! Some of these women have giant discographies spanning decades, so there's more than enough to dig through :D That said:

1. Janis Ian - Folk. Active 1965-present. I say this list is in no particular order but that’s except for this spot - if you take one thing away from this post, please let it be go listen to Janis Ian. Go listen to anything and everything she’s done, but I’d especially like to highlight Between the Lines (1975), Breaking Silence (1993), and Strictly Solo (2004, live album). (L)

2. Sleater-Kinney - Indie Rock. Active 1994-2006, 2014-present. Highlighting Dig Me Out (1997) and Call the Doctor (1996). (B)

3. Teresa Trull - Folk. Active 1977-present. A Step Away (1986) is marvelous and, considering the sadly low amount of spotify plays, you probably haven’t heard it. (L)

4. Jen Foster - Pop. Active 2001-present. Everybody’s Girl (2006), The White Room Sessions (2016) (U)

5. Ani DiFranco - Indie Folk. Active 1989-present. Imperfectly (1992) and Not a Pretty Girl (1995) are probably the classics, and personally I’m quite fond of Little Plastic Castle (1998) (B)

6. k.d. lang - Country/folk. Active 1981-present. Obviously Ingénue (1992), but do also consider Shadowland (1988) (revealing my eternal fondness for debut albums <3) and Invincible Summer (2000), if not everything else. (L)

7. Team Dresch - Punk/qcore. Active 1993-1998, 2004-present. Personal Best (1995) and Captain My Captain (1996) are both instant classics of the genre imo. (U) 8. Jill Sobule - Folk-pop. Active 1986-present. Jill Sobule (1995) (of I Kissed a Girl fame) obviously can’t go unmentioned, and on a personal level I can’t not mention Pink Pearl (2000) (B)

9. Atomic Swindlers - Glam. Active 2004-?. I cannot recommend Coming Out Electric (2004) enough. So so so so fun - who doesn’t want intergalactic lesbian love songs? Or, as described by the Village Voice, a “rock opera about spacebiker lesbian stargirls in love”. C’mon. (U)

10. Melissa Ferrick - Folk-rock. Active 1991-present. Freedom (2000) probably goes without saying, but checking out Everything I Need (1998) or Goodbye Youth (2008) probably wouldn’t disappoint either. (U)

11. Bitch and Animal - qcore. Active 1995-2004. All three albums are great, but Sour Juice and Rhyme (2003) does have Feminist Housewives, so.

12. Maddie Ross - Pop. Active 2016-present. Look, Maddie is exactly the lesbian pop artist you’ve been looking for. Never Have I Ever (2019) is incredible and no I still haven’t shut up about it. Do you like pop? Do you like lesbians? Do you like incredibly well-executed concept albums? Of course you do, so go listen to this! (As a bonus, go listen to her cover of Scotty Doesn’t Know and thank me later :))(L)

13. Ember Swift - Folk. Active 1996-present. Stiltwalking (2002) is so good and more than that it’s just so fun, but don’t sleep on Mid-March Meltdown (2021), either. (U)

14. Jen Cloher - Folk-rock. Active 2001-present. Jen Cloher (2017) is definitely worth a listen, as is Dead Wood Falls (2006) (at the very least). (U)

15. Alix Olson - Spoken word. Active 2001-present. Don’t be scared of by the ‘spoken word’ part! You really don’t have to be poetry person - nor even a lyrics person, gd knows I’m not! - to enjoy. Built Like That (2001) I really can’t rave about enough. This goes from fun and silly to serious and profound, and the whole journey in it is incredible. It’s incredibly captivating, is the truth of it. Not saying Alix is a genius, but... Yeah, a little bit. (U)

16. Jamie Anderson - Folk. Active 1987-present. Three Bridges (2007) is lovely, as is Dare (2013), but her earlier works aren’t to be slept on, either :) (L)

17. Tribe 8 - Punk/qcore. Active 1991-2005. The name tells it all, really. Rude, loud and brash, and really fucking fun. By the Time We Get to Colorado (1995) is basically required listening, and I can’t not say how often I get Lezbophobia stuck in my head, and First City (1995) is fantastic, too. (U)

18. Joan Jett - Rock. Active 1975-present. This is yet another one of those ‘where to even start’, y’know? That being said, I would probably point to Glorious Results of a Misspent Youth (1984) and Sinner (2004) as well as her 1981 debut. As a double suggestion, go listen to The Runaways if you haven’t already, in all their messy glory! :) (U)

19. Grace Petrie - Folk. Active 2006-present. Obviously highlighting Heart First Aid Kit (2017) and There’s No Such Thing as a Protest Singer (2016) (L)

20. Tracy Chapman - Folk. Active 1986-present. Need I really say more? Her self-titled 1988 debut is a great place to start, and Crossroads (1989) (and every album after that) is a great place to continue ;) (U)

21. Kate Reid - Folk. Active 2006-?. You can’t go wrong with I’m Just Warming Up (2009) and Doing it for the Chicks (2011). I mean, charming and funny, what more could you want? (L)

22. Partner - Rock. Active 2014-present. In Search of Lost Time (2017). Boom, simple as that. (U)

23. Hayley Kiyoko - Pop. Active 2013-present. I mean, I couldn’t really not, could I? In all honesty, my favorite of hers remains A Belle to Remember (2013) / This Side of Paradise (2015), but if you’re looking for something more openly “out” you’d probably like Citrine (2016) or Expectations (2018) (L)

24. Ferron - folk. Active 1975-present. Yet another Canadian icon! Do absolutely listen to everything, but my personal reccommendations are Testimony (1980) and Shadows on a Dime (1984). (L)

25. Gina Young - Alt/qcore. Active 2002-present. Intractable (2002) is my darling, but She’s so Androgynous deserves a mention, too. (U)

26. Doria Roberts - Folk. Active 1995-present. Woman Dangerous (2006), and I absolutely cannot stress this enough. Incredible record. (L)

27. Alix Dobkin - Folk. Active 1973-2021 (<3). Lavender Jane Loves Women (1973) and Living with Lesbians (1975) (which have been helpfully merged on Spotify /s) are absolute indusputiable classics. (L)

28. Sara Renberg - Indie. Active 2018-present. (U) Night Sands (2018) !

29. Melissa Etheridge - Rock. Active 1985-present. Yes I Am (1993) times 7000. For real. Absolute indusputiable need-to-listen. Brave and Crazy (1989). Your Little Secret (1995). Everything. (L)

30. Phranc - punk/folk. Active 1970s-present. I’m going to point out Goofyfoot (1995), both because it’s incredible but also it’s the only one easy to find on streaming lmao. (L)

Have fun!

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evebestt · 2 years

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Sort of a prompt (from lots of encouragement on AO3, some of it being for omega!Farah), sort of a (very) indulgent fic for my birthday! It's 5k of pure smut, so if that's up your alley, buckle in and get ready

Drive

Titled for the Melissa Ferrick song of the same name, since, well, it’s about fucking a girl over and over again

Pairing: Farah Dowling x Reader Summary: Omega!Farah goes into a very intense heat. Alpha!Reader is there to help. Warnings: Alpha/omega universe, scent kink, bit of breeding kink, oral sex, and a lot of filthy, filthy smut

Read here on AO3 or below

You lay tangled together in the sheets of the bed you shared, hands drifting, stroking without intent, lazily mouthing at whatever skin you could reach just to hear the other sigh. You’d just scraped your teeth along the curve of her breast, enjoying the way she arched and shivered when the thought occurred to you, so you propped yourself up to look at her, absently reaching to trace the line of her shoulder blade.

“You haven’t had a heat while we’ve been together.”

You’d been through several ruts (and still got dizzy when you thought about the first time Farah parted her legs and presented during your first rut together, and her self-satisfied smile when you’d pounced), but she’d yet to go through a heat. Not that you cared, Farah was much more to you than an omega and her cycle, but after two years you had to wonder.

“I don’t have them as often anymore,” she said simply, and tilted her head when you ran a finger down her neck. “Between being on suppressants since I could take them and now my age, I can go a year or two between them.”

You hummed, partially distracted by the movement of her throat when she swallowed. “Must be nice not to have the interruption twice a year.”

She chuckled. “In some ways, yes. Especially since the past couple have been particularly intense. They’ll put me out for four days, even a week.”

You ran a hand down her arm, wishing you could have been there to soothe and comfort for all that time. “Really nice then.”

She made a soft noise, then in a quick move, she rolled you, straddling you as she gave you a sly smile. “But none of that means I don’t enjoy sex,” she purred, and you bit back a groan when she rolled her hips on your cock.

“I’d never think that with you,” you teased, though your voice was strained, and then leaned up to pull her into a kiss.

~~~~~~~~~

Time passed, and you forgot about your conversation. After a few months you exchanged rings, and a few months after that, on a long honeymoon weekend, you exchanged marks, and you couldn’t care less about her heats, not when she was your mate and you were hers, forever and always.

And one morning, as ordinary as any, you woke up with her in your arms, and she smelled good.

You almost couldn’t place the scent at first, too distracted by the taste of her skin, but when your cock throbbed and you had a deep urge to roll her and mount her, you realized it was heat, thick and sweet and calling to your blood.

So instead you pulled back, angling your hips away while you pressed light kisses to her shoulder, running a soothing hand along her waist. “Farah dear,” you murmured, and she stirred.

And then she moaned.

“Gods, I—” she whimpered and squirmed her hips into yours, and you had to bite back a snarl. “I didn’t know it was coming, I—” she let out a sob, and you stroked a hand over her hip comfortingly.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” you soothed, and then reached back for your phone. “I’ll text Saul, let him know you’ll be out for a few days.”

“No,” she whimpered, then whimpered again, squirming. “I mean, yes, just— please.”

You knew what she meant, could hear the needy desperation in her voice. She needed you first, needed someone to help quell the aching grip of her heat, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to bury yourself inside her more than anything. So you turned back to her and pulled at the hem of the long shirt she’d worn to bed, grateful neither of you had worn any bottoms the night before.

Her sex was dripping when you ran your fingers through it, and the arousal so thick and hot that you nearly moved to crawl between her legs and feast. But just that touch had Farah keening, a sound that made your cock throb, and without another moment’s thought you reached down to line up with her entrance and thrust.

The shock of the wet, tight heat curled up your spine and had you pushing harder into her cunt, resisting the urge to grab her hips and pull.

“Gods, Farah,” you moaned, then wrapped your arm around her thigh and pulled it up, spreading her.

“Yes—gods—please,” she babbled and whimpered, squirming on your cock until her cunt began to flutter and clench and gods she was coming already and you hadn’t even moved.

“Fuck, you’re so—“ you thrust a little, barely pulling out, but then you were thrusting faster, reminded just how fucking good it felt to move.

She was panting hard, almost limp in your arms as she came. Her head fell back on your shoulder, bearing her neck, and you latched onto her pulse point, loving the way she tasted and smelled and how you could feel her heartbeat, fast underneath your lips.

Pressure built at the base of your cock almost painfully fast, and oh gods you were knotting already, shortening your thrusts. The tip of your cock ached with the promise of an orgasm, but your growing knot ached with neglect and the dueling sensations had you moving faster, desperate to find relief buried in her cunt. Farah whimpered something that sounded like a plea, and a comforting rumble built in your throat as you pushed harder, pulling her thigh higher, and in one final thrust your knot popped in and you were spilling inside her with a sob.

Your vision fuzzed at the edges as you came, every inch of your cock milked by her cunt until you could do little else but pant against her neck and shudder through every pulse. Less than a minute and you were knotted and coming, and you’d be embarrassed about acting like a quick-shot teenager if it wasn’t for the breathy little whines Farah let out with every twitch of your cock.

Your vision had only just cleared when she started squirming in your arms, milking your knot until you had to grip her thigh to keep from bucking hard against her hips.

“I need—“ she gasped, and her sex clenched until your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“What do you need?” you rasped, fighting every urge to hump against her, a Herculean effort when she continued to push herself back into you.

“I need—“ she said again, and then let out a desperate whine as she had just minutes ago. She squirmed again, and suddenly you knew what she wanted as though you’d thought of it yourself.

With careful restraint and a groan as pleasure sparked down your nerves, you rocked your hips against hers as you held her close, shifting your knot little by little without pulling so much that it hurt. She let out low little moans as you moved, but then when you hit a spot that made her gasp and clench tight around you, you thrust your knot there again and again and again until she was shaking in your arms and gripping your thigh as she came.

It was a long while before the both of you finally settled — your cock would twitch with another spurt of cum, which would make her shiver and clench in a never-ending cycle of aftershocks. But finally, when she lay soft in your arms, you let go of her thigh and wrapped your arms around her to gather her close, trying to envelop her, protect her, guard your mate in her pliant state as your instincts told you you should.

Her contented little murmur made your chest swell with pride, so you pressed gentle little kisses along her shoulders, her neck, and finally to your mark on her nape, smiling when she shifted impossibly closer.

“Try to sleep again,” you murmured, soothing her with a hand down her waist. “I’ve got you.”

With another little murmur that made you smile, she did, and only when you were sure her breathing was slow and even — and you finally sent that text to Saul — you let yourself follow her into dreams.

~~~~~~~~~

You woke this time to her lips on her neck, her nose buried in the hinge of your jaw where your scent lived. Farah had turned in your arms, but your cock was still nestled between her thighs, hard from the filthy things you’d dreamt of and oh so easy to slip into her wet heat. But you wanted the feast you’d denied yourself earlier, and the scent of her heat had only grown stronger, sweeter, more impossible to ignore.

You slipped down her body, soothing her questioning whine with a murmur and a hand along her hip. You cupped her breast on the way down, relishing in the weight of it, the hard nipple under your thumb, her moan when you squeezed ever so lightly, but you couldn’t make yourself linger there, too impatient to taste her on your tongue.

Her belly was smooth, soft, and you placed a kiss on the gentle curve of it before you coaxed her onto her back. You shouldered her legs open then, guiding her thighs to the place on your shoulders where they fit so well, and smiled when she pressed her heels into your back — you weren’t the only one who was impatient.

Her heat burst over your tongue on the first swipe through her sex, making you growl and push yourself closer. You wasted no time pushing your tongue inside her, licking mindlessly and as fast as you could, your nose nudging her clit as you did until Farah sobbed and bucked her hips.

She was so swollen underneath you, and so sensitive that you thought for a moment you should be gentler, but her heat was rich and thick like a fog between her thighs and you wanted to be surrounded, enveloped, know nothing but her taste and the feel of her clenching on your tongue.

Farah carded her fingers into your hair and tugged, the sensation running straight to your cock and making it throb anew. You’d forgotten momentarily, what with such a fine meal laid out before you, but now it was straining for attention, and you were torn between rutting the bedsheets or dragging yourself away from her cunt and fucking her.

You curled your tongue and she moaned, her thighs quivering on your shoulders, and the bedsheets won. Sucking her clit into your mouth, you ran your tongue across it until you felt her sex begin to pulse, and then you pushed two fingers into her to soothe the clenching, cramping demand of her cunt. She rocked in your hold, arousal spilling from her like warm honey, and when you gathered it on your tongue again you thought it something like ambrosia.

Farah whimpered and squirmed, tugging on your hair until you lifted your head, fingers still buried in her. She squirmed more until you pulled out and loosened your grip, and given the room, she rolled over and raised herself onto her knees.

“Fuck,” you bit out, cock jerking at the sight of her presented to you. You fisted it, finding momentary relief as you crawled up behind her, admiring the pretty sight of her back arched and her ass in the air.

You let your cock slip through her folds as you ran your hands up her back to her shoulders, rutting lightly against the silk that just seemed to pour from her. That alone could have been enough in your state, but then Farah reached back to guide your cock to her entrance and a sudden wave of dominance rose in your chest. You grabbed her hands and pressed them to the bed, lacing your fingers together for her to grip as you pushed into her heat.

“Mine,” you huffed, and you could hear the rumble in your voice, but it only seemed to drive her wild.

“Yours, make me yours, fuck me.”

And you were powerless to refuse.

You drove into her in hard strokes, the wet sounds of her cunt and skin on skin egging you on. She took you over and over and over and still her cunt sucked you in, fluttered around you, all the while she begged and sobbed for more, more, more, begging for the knot you were desperate to give her.

Your abdomen tightened and the base of your cock began to ache — you were so fucking close, you wanted to knot and come in her until she was full, but Farah was still building and begging, and even more than you wanted to come, you needed her to come first.

Draping yourself across her back, you pressed her into the mattress until she couldn’t move, and you huffed out a purr when she keened and spread her legs further. She tried to rock back into your thrusts, but you wanted her still underneath you, taking your cock, and with a growl, you sunk your teeth into her neck, right where you’d given you your mark.

With a cry that tapered off into a keen, she shuddered underneath you, gushing around your cock as she came. Her cunt squeezed, a slick fist around your cock, and you groaned into her neck, thrusts becoming erratic as you humped against her, knot slamming into her entrance. The coil in your stomach tightened, a pleasurable ache traveling up your shaft, and with another hard stroke she took your knot and your cock was fully sheathed in her heat, and the desperate tension in your abdomen snapped, leaving you gasping against her neck.

“Oh, gods I can feel you,” Farah moaned as your cock twitched and pulsed with cum, her face buried in the sheets, and you squeezed her hands in response.

“And you’re taking it all,” you huffed, nuzzling up to nip at the shell of her ear, and felt your ego swell when she let out a low moan.

You stayed on top of her until your knot slipped out, her warmth and scent soothing, and her happy little purrs said your weight on top of her was a comfort. When you were finally free, you slowly crawled up to your knees and stood from the bed, pressing comforting little kisses to her back when she whined.

“We should get something to eat,” you murmured, pulling on your robe before handing Farah hers. “Before it starts again.”

She hummed, staring at her robe, and then she slowly began to pull it on, soft limbs and sleepy eyes, and affection rose in your chest until you couldn’t help but tug the last sleeve over her shoulder and tie it for her.

“Thank you,” she murmured, somewhat dreamily, and you smiled, smoothing back her hair.

“For what?”

“For being with me through this. It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone during my heat.”

Her soft, almost reverent tone made you melt, and you bent down to press a kiss to her forehead. “I wouldn’t leave you, darling. Never.”

She stuck close to your side as you made your way into the kitchen, and as hungry as you were, neither of you could stay away for long, hands and mouths wandering even as you gathered food and ate.

You were wrapping up the last bit of food, trying not to leave the kitchen a complete disaster when she came up behind you, her head on your shoulder as her hands wandered across your stomach, one sneaking down towards the edge of your robe. When she reached the skin of your thigh, you turned to face her, then turned again to press her against the counter, leaning in to nuzzle your nose with hers.

“Here?”

Farah hummed and busied herself with the tie of your robe. “Why not?”

You couldn’t refute that — bending to grab her thighs, you boosted her onto the counter, purring when she parted her legs easily for you. You pushed her robe off of her shoulders, bunching it up around her hips when she tilted her head so that you caught a wave of her scent. It was thick with heat, sweet and needy and oh so distracting that you abandoned her robe for the hinge of her jaw, sucking a mark on the skin while she moaned.

So caught up in her, you hadn’t noticed she’d pushed your robe to the floor until suddenly you felt her touch on your cock, fingers warm and soft but insistent. You’d been half hard all through breakfast, the lingering scent of her heat never really letting you get soft, but her hand on your cock had it throbbing, stiffening to steel with every beat of your heart.

“Fuck, darling,” you rasped, and her fingers drifted up and down your shaft, her thumb brushing over the head.

“You’re so hard,” she murmured, breathless, and then wrapped her legs around you, pulling you close.

You reached down to her cunt, running your fingers through her folds, then pulled them away dripping wet, smearing her arousal across your cock. “We’ll make a mess of the counter before long,” you said, and then pulled her ass to the edge while she lined you up with her entrance.

“We can clean it,” she panted, just the tip of your cock inside her making you ache. “I need you.”

Your hips jerked, and you were sheathed inside of her again, just as hot and silky as every time before but no less overwhelming. Your whole world narrowed to a point, Farah, her warmth and her scent and her cunt, milking and squeezing until there was nothing you could do to stop your hips from moving against her.

You could watch your cock disappear into her cunt, buried deep inside, then watch it reappear, slick and dripping, and the visual drove you wild, pumping your hips faster and faster just to watch.

“Going to fill you,” you murmured against her shoulder, only half aware as you braced your hands on the counter and thrust harder. “Plant my flag.”

Farah moaned, a long keening sound, and it sent a jolt down your spine — you were the one breeding kink, a residual instinct that came out that made you want to pin her down and rut until she was filled and swollen with your child. But it wasn’t Farah’s — unless, as you learned, she was in heat.

“Take me,” you husked, and the way she fluttered around you had you grabbing her hips to steady yourself. “All of me.”

“Yes,” she whimpered, fingers digging into your back and your shoulder in her mouth, and then she was clenching and pulsing around you and her slick was dripping down to your thighs.

Your cock swelled, hard and hot at her entrance, and you pushed up onto your toes in desperation.

“Come in me,” she panted, licking at the bruise she’d made on your shoulder. “Fill me, breed me.”

And such filthy words out of her mouth did the trick. All at once, you were surrounded by her heat and pleasure flooded through you, pulsing with every twitch of your cock that made your toes curl, and you were sagging in relief until Farah shuddered and gasped with an aftershock, squeezing your knot until your hips shuddered in little rabbit thrusts against her.

“Gods above,” you said when you could rip the words from your chest, and Farah was still clinging tight to you, her arms around your neck as though you might pull away.

“It’s never been so—” she gasped, then quivered with another pulse of pleasure, “so intense—oh—it only feels right when you’re here.”

She was still so fragile and raw with pleasure and hormones and desperation that you just smoothed a hand down her back, humming when she arched into your touch. “Then I’ll just stay right here.”

As your knot shrank and the high of your orgasms faded, Farah went limp in your arms, her head still on your shoulder and her legs loosely wrapped around your hips. She was quiet enough you wondered if she’d fallen asleep, but every so often you nuzzled her neck and pressed a kiss to her mark, and she’d sigh and purr and press closer into your scent.

“I think it’s a shower and then back to bed,” you murmured when your cock was soft enough to pull out of her.

Farah just made a sleepy little sound that had your heart stuttering, then burrowed further into your shoulder which made you chuckle.

“Or maybe just to bed,” you said, and then gathered her close to carry her back.

~~~~~~~~~

As lethargic and pliant as Farah had been the day before, she was everything but now. Her heat burned stronger in her blood, pushing her not to roll over and present but to seek her pleasure and take it — no matter where you were.

You woke in the morning with her lips on your cock, tongue teasing the underside of the head while her hand massaged the base, coaxing your knot to swell. You growled and pulled her up, quickly slamming home into her heat, and the smile on her face as you fucked her told you she’d wanted that all along.

No sooner than your cock had softened and slipped out, she threw a leg over your hips and rolled you, circling her hips until you were hard again. When it stood aching and leaking onto your stomach, she lifted her hips until it slid through her folds, and when the head caught on her entrance, she purred and pressed herself down in one smooth move.

You’d been inside her only moments before, and yet the feel of her hot, liquid and smooth around you had you gasping, pressing your hips tighter to hers. That made her purr again, and before you could even comprehend the sight of your mate in heat and straddling you, she began to move.

You’d been with other omegas before, and had even experienced omegas in heat before — but none of them could even compare to Farah.

She worked her hips in a mad rhythm, wild with her heat as she rolled smoothly down your cock and back up, over and over without so much as a stutter. With her head thrown back and the pale column of her neck exposed, the ends of her long hair just tickling your thighs, you thought she looked like some sort of goddess, performing a ritual at her altar for a prosperous year.

“Fuck, look at you,” you muttered, and reached out to press your thumb on her clit.

She made a high keen that could’ve been a scream if she’d had more breath, her head dropping to her chest as she steadied herself with her hands on your shoulders, hips never faltering. Her cunt squeezed harder, the first flutters of her orgasm starting, and the wet, tight pleasure of it surged up your cock, making you groan as you rubbed tight circles on her clit, desperate to see her peak.

Farah rode you with abandon, her nails digging into your skin in a way that only fueled your arousal, and as her slick dripped into your lap, coating your thighs like honey, you felt your knot begin to swell.

As pretty as she was bouncing on your cock, it was a horrible angle to take a knot, you knew, and you didn’t expect her to. It ached and throbbed for attention, demanding you roll Farah and bury yourself inside her, but the sight of her riding you was too good to pass up, so instead you reached down and fisted it, intending to massage it as you came. But then she was batting your hand away and suddenly she was moving faster, her hips slamming down harder into yours, and before you realized what she wanted she thrust down one last time and your knot slid into place, and she was coming around you with a sob of pleasure and pain.

You reared up with a snarl, the surprise of her tight walls clamping around your knot pulling the noise out of your throat. You gripped her hips until you might’ve left bruises and bit down hard on her shoulder, panting as you fucked up into her cunt as well as you could, desperate pleasure being pulled from the base of your cock hard enough that tears nearly formed.

Farah went from a frantic pace to still and quiet in just minutes, nearly asleep on your chest as you waited for your knot to go down. Maybe that was the peak, you thought to yourself as you traced patterns across her back, unconvinced that the limp, almost small woman on top of you could turn wild again.

But then the next wave came, and the next, and still you never rested. You took her on the bathroom counter, telling her to watch in the mirror as you made her come again and again and again until finally you filled her with yet another load; against the wall in the hallway, your fingers digging into her ass as you held her up and gave her the knot she begged for; again in the kitchen, bent over the table this time, where Farah had pushed away your plates and presented.

Then you were only steps away from the table when Farah tilted her head and bared her neck, inviting you to mouth along the bite at her nape. In a moment, you were there, and in another moment, her hand was between her legs and reaching for your cock, and then you were bending her over the back of the couch until she lay along the arm.

“Gods, Farah, I—“ you were still sensitive from the time before, and you moaned when you jerked your hips and entered her. “I'm not going to last long this time.”

“Good,” she whimpered, and the way she wiggled her ass against your hips had you seeing stars. “I don’t really want you to.”

“Because you want my knot,” you murmured, rutting desperately, and felt heady with how desperate she was for you. “You want to take me, all of me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she babbled, and turned her head to look up at you, eyes hooded and dark with lust. “I want you inside, I want you stretching me and filling me.”

“Filling you with pups,” you growled, and bent over her, pressing your hand on her lower back to keep her still.

“Oh, gods yes,” she moaned, and her eyes glazed over as you thrust against that spot inside of her. “Please, please—need you need your knot need your pups.”

It was all heat talk, you knew, but you couldn’t help but fuck her harder at such a plea, the back of your mind buzzing with the want to breed. She would take you and keep you locked inside like a good omega, the perfect mate she was, and that thought brought a triumphant snarl to your throat, watching her fingers dig deeper into the couch the harder you thrust.

Tension was building in your abdomen, and that still-sensitive spot on the base of your cock was throbbing harder now, matching the ache of the head, and at this rate you wouldn’t be able to last until she came. Gritting your teeth, you thrust deeper, hitting a spot in the back of her cunt that made her squeal and buck while you groped at her breast, pinching her nipple while you squeezed.

She writhed underneath you, broken words and moans escaping her lips. She raised up on her toes to meet your thrusts, and you gave a rewarding purr, chest swelling in pride when she whimpered in response. You felt her begin to flutter around you, the hot, tight heat squeezing down on your cock, and as though that was the permission you needed, your knot began to swell against her entrance.

“Gonna come,” you murmured, and bent down further to suck a bruise onto her shoulder blade. “Come on my cock while I fill you.”

Farah keened, and with a gasping little breath, you felt her shake underneath you before her walls went wild around you, milking you until you thought your legs might give out.

You rutted against her in hard, short strokes, your knot slamming against her entrance, and with one last thrust it popped inside her, and she was clamping down around it and not a second later you were coming, cock twitching and pulsing as pleasure ripped from you like weeds out of a garden.

“Gods, Farah,” you moaned as you thrust your hips weakly with every pulse, and you bit down on the bruise you’d made.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she panted, the words leaving her like a prayer, over and over like she couldn’t live if she didn’t say them.

“My mate, my only,” you whispered back, and had to close your eyes against the overwhelming wave of love that surged up in your chest. “Forever my mate.”

~~~~~~~~~

Two days later you drifted into consciousness, and wondered vaguely why something felt off.

Then you realized it was because you hadn’t been woken by Farah’s wandering hands, which is what had happened the past four days. Instead, she was curled against your side, legs tangled with yours, and her breathing was still slow and even with sleep. When you pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the scent of her heat was muted and fading, and you couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief.

She stirred against you, shifting into a stretch, and when she opened her eyes you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the warm brown, tired and drowsy but clearer than they’d been for days.

“Hello,” you whispered, and she looked up at you, giving you a small smile.

“Hello.”

“How do you feel?”

She sighed and settled more comfortably against your shoulder. “Tired. Satisfied.” She shifted and winced, giving you a wry smile. “Sore.”

You barked out a laugh, turning on your side to face her. “I’m glad you said it first. I mean this in the most loving way possible, but are you as wiped out as I am after my ruts?”

Farah chuckled tiredly, running a hand along your hip. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but yes.” She gave you a teasing smirk. “Maybe more so — you’re quite an animal when in rut.

You snorted. “Says the woman who’s been begging for my cock for the past four days.”

“I didn’t hear you refusing,” she said with a laugh, gently pinching your waist.

“How could I ever refuse my tantalizing mate?” you asked, and leaned in to kiss her.

Her eyes were soft when the kiss broke, and she reached up to trace the bruise she’d left on your shoulder. “Thank you.”

“You said that already,” you murmured, and brushed your thumb over her chin.

“I know. But it doesn’t make me any less grateful.”

You reached for her hand and pulled it to your lips, carefully pressing a kiss to her fingers. “You’re my wife, my mate, my heart. I wouldn’t leave you to hurt like that.”

She just smiled, tracing the arch of your lips with her finger. You smiled back and then took a deep breath, rolling to look at the clock on the bedside. It was early, technically early enough that you could make it to work on time. But your abs and thighs ached, and if your cock was anywhere near as tender as her folds might be then you doubted either one of you wanted to move much today.

“Saul doesn’t know exactly when we’re supposed to be back,” you said, rolling back to face her. “How about we take a day to rest?”

She grinned, then sunk back into the pillows, letting out a deep sigh. “I’ve never heard of a better plan.”

Chuckling, you wrapped your arms around her and pressed a kiss to her neck before settling in again, the rise and fall of her chest lulling you back into sleep.

#this was so indulgent as you can tell #i didn't mean for it to get this long lmaoo #enjoy my inability to control myself #farah dowling #farah dowling x reader #fate the winx saga #ftws

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