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FTWS KM 2023

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Saul is afraid of the storm but Andreas is there to distract him

Here you go OP! Hope you like it!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45125170

+1!

Not OP but shit shit shit I loved this! Great fill!

On a drunken night he sees her — Bloom, who has been long gone since she stepped into the realm of Darkness.. or doesn't he?

This is their last night together before going to Aster Dell. Perhaps, the most comforting one they've ever had. And only Rosalind knows that this is the night after which none of them will make it back alive.

After a failed attempt of saving him, Saul is sent to Polaris. Freezing, he feels like his skin is burning and starts to undress, while hallucinating Andreas coming back for him.

This probably isn't exactly what you're looking for but I couldn't get it out of my mind.

DOUBLE BLIND

"Poor baby."

Rosalind's voice emerges in a coo but the Andreas, her dutiful servant, knows better than to expect anything resembling true sincerity from his general. A nailed hand taps gently on the desk. "What's the matter?"

"Please," he grits out, his eyes squeezing shut so he doesn't have to look into her shark's eye gaze.

"Show me."

A mass of writhing snakes in his gut, humiliation mingled with desperation and, inexorably, lust. Desire. Need.

He knows better than to resist. He came here himself, after all. He lowers his hands to his waist and loosens his belt, undoes the button, and tugs down the top of his pants and briefs.

Even though her gaze drops from his face to his waist, she doesn't react, doesn't even blink. For want of something to do with his hands he returns his grip to the base of his erection, the muscles jumping for the desire to return to the usual, expected rhythm.

The rhythm that's no longer enough.

"Please," he repeats. If he keeps his words to a minimum then it doesn't slice through his pride so much.

She lets out a long, bored sigh and makes a show of flipping through the papers at her desk. She always does this: toying with him when he asks her for something directly. But he can't help it, he has to ask. It's been months.

When she finally looks back up at him she raises one hand and points downward to the floor in front of her desk. "Kneel."

Obediently he drops to his knees, a hiss of air whooshing out of him from both the impact with the hardwood floor and from the growing anticipation. Maybe she'll actually do it. Maybe she'll give him what he needs.

"Tell me again."

He bows his head to brace himself, swallows, and then looks up. "I need you to choke me."

A cheshire cat smile spreads across her face and Andreas hates it in the same way he hates the need coursing through him, hates the way his hand starts sliding upward from base to tip.

"Poor baby," she repeats and he burns at the mockery but he also doesn't move. "Can't get off unless I hurt you."

He swallows again and once more closes his eyes. "Please."

It's the last time his pride allows himself to say it.

Nothing happens at first, and then he doesn't realize anything's happening until the lightheaded fuzziness creeps into his mind.

He lets out a guttural gasp and grips his rock-hard cock. She's doing it. She's having mercy on him. The fuzziness turns into a full-on purple haze, and when the black starts creeping into the edges of his vision, he smiles.

Saul x Bloom (platonic) + drugged
Saul is recovering from some injury & drugged up to the gills, and Bloom finds the usually closed off headmaster happily oversharing his feelings about his son. Bonus if Sky walks by in the background and hears all the things Saul could never tell him to his face because of his guilt(tm)

Farah the Fern x the Winx girls, resurrection
gen prompt. Farah gets frustrated with being stuck in that plant and the Winx come up with a surefire plan to give her back her human form. Magic and chaos ensue

Bloom + Silva are alone and trapped somewhere, and one of them needs to be saved. Maybe they're poisoned or cursed or infected by a Burned One. Oddly enough, properties in human sexual fluid are a cure (or at least a temporary stop-gap option). Cue both of them feeling guilty and awkward and maybe pretending the other person is someone else (at first??) but ultimately neither of them can pretend they aren't into it.

I am OP & this was great! I didn't have any set thoughts - was more like "ohhh Hunger Games but with SEX!" so this was a great possibility and I loved it!!

So... Kinda had already started something like this so this prompt pushed me to continue it. Don't know if this was exactly what you had in mind but here ya go!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45131209

Might to a part 2 if people like it!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45131170

When Andreas was better and no longer curled up under his new roommates bedcovers he was going to kill his old roommate. Everything had been fine. Then the beta had 'felt threatened' by Andreas and he got moved to rooming with a gentle alpha instead. The type of personified the caring, protective ideal of the head of a pack. Saul was without a doubt a dreamboat, and exactly the opposite of what Omega pretending to be beta Andreas needed.

Pretending to be a beta wasn't hard. They were the most aggressive and vicious of their packs, they had to be. They were responsible for the protecting and hunting for the pack while they alpha kept peace and focused on protecting and caring for the omegas and teaching the pups and enforcing the rules.

When he'd started taking medication to hide his designation he has been warned that he needed to stay away from alphas. To much close proximity to them would push his body to overcompensate for his blocked scent and send him into heat.

Which after one night in the same room with Saul, was exactly what had happened.

Andreas had woken up late, realised what was going on and crawled from his bed into Saul's where his roommate was thankfully absent.

Andreas basked in the soothing, delicious scent. His body was too young to need to be bred and his birth control was up to date regardless. So instead of being the whining, desperate mess that would have made Andreas want to crawl into a pit and die from embarrassment, he had only the need for a comforting alpha who would one day fill him with pups.

Andreas could even picture them, blonde kids with bright eyes and big joyful smiles. He couldn't think of anyone better than Saul to help raise them. Saul would dote on them and Andreas. It would be wonderful. Perhaps they could have a winter wedding, Andreas liked those. They were cosy and thick coats were so much more fun in photographs than soon to be outdated fashions.

Andreas nuzzled the pillow happily. All he needed to do was tie Saul down to him before some other omega got the bright idea to poach such a perfect alpha.

The door to the room opened and Andreas was immediately on edge. He knew he'd locked it.

"What the...Who dumbed an omega in my bed? Sweetheart, you can't be here. You need to home with your pack where they can care for you." Saul approached the bed slowly.

"If you tell anyone I'm not a beta, I'll gut you like a fish," Andreas snarled through the pile of covers.

"Andreas? Oh, fuck, Andreas." Saul peeled back the covers and looked Andreas over as best he could.

Andreas curled up tighter.

"Sweetheart, what happened? I thought you'd already presented? Did you bloom late? I'll watch over you until your pack can be called to pick you up." Saul reached out a hand and stroked Andreas's hair.

It felt wonderful. Andreas wanted to bite him for it.

"Call me sweetheart again and you'll lose your hand." Andreas fixed him with his stoniest look, but had the horrible feeling that in his current state he just looked pathetic.

"Ok. Ok. No pet names. Got it. Have you had enough water?" Saul held up his hands in a calming gesture as if Andreas were some sort of spooked horse.

"Get over here and fuck me. Then we'll both pretend this never happened and go on training to be specialists." Andreas was really hoping Saul would get with the program.

"What? No! Andreas you're stunning, gorgeous, but you can't consent in heat. You need to let me report this before some beta gets too rambunctious during training and hurts you." Saul, the fucker, looked like the thought was causing him genuine distress.

"You didn't seem to think that was a risk when I was moved," Andreas snarled. His pride still damaged from the rest of the specialists seeing him moving rooms because he couldn't play nice.

Saul disappeared and reappeared a moment later with water and snacks. Andreas huffed. He was for it now, getting the full mother hen routine, and the worst part was that he deserved it.

"Eat and drink these for me and we can cuddle." Saul drove a hard bargain, because Andreas wanted all those things.

"But then I'm not tying you down to me!" Andreas whined. "What's the point of sharing a room with the perfect alpha if all he'll do is fed me snacks and cuddle?"

"Would you like to exchange promise bites?" Saul smiled gently. "Then in the morning we can decide what to do together."

Andreas bared his neck in answer and Saul kissed him there gently before placing a little love bite further down in a spot that would be covered by Andreas's clothes.

"My turn." Andreas surged up and latched onto Saul's neck. Heat making him careless and unrestrained as he chose a spot right beside the alpha's mating gland and sucked and nibbles his love bite into existence.

Finally Saul guided their foreheads together and just spent a moment breathing in Andreas's scent.

"You're happiness is the most important thing. How can anyone keep you safe if you're too busy struggling to get away?" Saul opened his eyes again and Andreas was hit with the need for their children to have eyes that colour.

"You'll keep my secret?" Andreas asked.

"Yes." Saul nudged Andreas over on the end and settled in beside him.

Andreas made a happy noise in the back of his throat and rested his head on Saul's chest. Saul's arms came around him as they waited for his heat to subside.

When Saul and Andreas get back together the kids quickly become accustomed to seeing Saul disciplined by Andreas.

I want Saul being spanked or being put in the naughty corner of otherwise humiliated in front of Sky and Beatrix and them being utterly unbothered by it. Can be either a Dom/sub or ABO type universe where the disciplining of one member of a relationship by the other us expected and considered normal. Or you could come up with your own reasons.

Bonus points if everyone is getting off on this

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45133474

Maybe they meet there unexpectedly one day and things happen.
OR
Maybe one of them used to be a regular member and he takes the other after a while together.

Riven thinks she looks gorgeous riding anything, especially anything of his. Let her use him for her pleasure.

Sometimes they want to use knives for something that feels better than training.

(slightly cursed content: I wrote this to Carly Rae Jepson’s Cut to the Feeling)

It always starts with Riven chafing at Alfea’s restrictions. He’ll push, testing limits- arrives late for training, swears loudly in the dining hall in front of Dowling and senior lecturers, gets sloppy with routines, spends too much in the greenhouse, with Silva’s frequent warnings to shape up echoing in his ears.

He doesn’t have to say anything.

Sky always knows when it’s time; there’s a certain tilt to his head, a harder line to his mouth. His gaze distant, yet evaluating as they make their way back to the dorms.

Much like a sparring routine, there’s choreography to their movements. Curtains drawn in their shared room, lit by a slim line of light from the bathroom, an inpatient shove towards a horizontal surface.

Sky pushes him down on the bed roughly. As his back hits it, there’s a feeling of release and Riven reaches up, blinding seeking.

Sky bats him away and leans in, lips tantalisingly close as he encircles Riven’s wrists with his large hands, trapping them above on the pillow.

“Hands or belt?” he asks, a smirk twisting his mouth. The shadows can’t mask his own eagerness, and a whine builds in Riven’s throat, as his roommate switches to one hand, and begins unbuckling his belt.

Riven licks his lips. “Hands.” It’s all he’s been thinking about, Sky’s violent, deadly yet beautiful hands, grasping his longsword handle during early morning sparring, tapping long, tapered fingers against the side of the desk during a dull history class, rubbing them against his mouth, looking amused yet frustrated as the first years fumble with bows during practice.

Riven has been imagining them around his neck all day.

Sky’s hands leave off his wrists and there’s a brief period of chaos as they rapidly remove any clothing (It’s not a necessity for what they’re about to do but laundry day comes once every two weeks and they’re both practical)

Sky’s body is warm and heavy above him, and there’s something about the position that makes Riven feel small and vulnerable. Riven lets his own hands settle lower, the novelty and strangeness of working with two cocks always a thrilling prospect, as he begins to stroke, setting a quick tempo, spitting into his hand to lube them up.

Sky watches him, eyes hooded, silent even as their breaths begin to stutter as the friction increases. Blood rushes into their cocks, adding heaviness to his hands and he's slipping slightly.

Sky groans.

Despite the heat being generated between them, Riven still shivers as Sky begins. His touch is paper-soft as his thumb and forefinger lightly raise Riven’s chin. They slide down and lightly encircle his neck, the other fingers slowly adding pressure against his carotid artery.

“Deep breath, Riv,” he says clearly.

Breathing through his nose, Riven inhales, letting his lungs fill.

“Stop. Now hold.”

He obeys, fighting the crushing feeling in his lungs as the seconds tick by, and his hands slip away from his work. Despite this, his erection holds and intensifies. He holds Sky’s gaze, as the fingers tighten, inexorably.

Spots appear before his eyes, the blood rushing away from his head and towards his cock. Lights flash and his orgasm builds, rushing, pushing past the dam of blackness threatening to overwhelm.

From far away, he can hear Sky.

“Let go.”

He does, and the breath rushes back in as Sky’s hands let up, the cum spilling over his hands and onto his thighs and on Sky’s stomach. He slumps back, breathing shallowly as the room rights itself, and he allows himself to return to the present situation.

The rush is the same every time, and Riven leaves every encounter chasing the high… but Sky won’t let him slip away into oblivion.

He pushes the sweaty hair off Riven’s forehead, holding his gaze with the deepest well of blue. He lets his lips do the talking first, grazing, biting, taking the kisses before softening them, soothing with long strokes of his tongue in Riven’s mouth, allowing himself to take brief comfort from the violence just committed.

They usually end up spooning and Riven allows himself to drift off, safe in Sky’s arms.

He pretends he doesn’t hear Sky’s whispers, when he thinks Riven’s asleep.

“I have you, Riv.” Sky sighs, his breath tickling the hairs at the back of Riven’s neck. “I’ll always have you when you want to let go.”

They're impatient and things are escalating so fast they're not about to stop to take off their clothes. Musa's clothes hide literally no shape of her body, anyway.

They both have the very specific parts of each other that gets them all hot and bothered just thinking about them, but the best thing is when they come together. Like Riven's hands deep in that hair that takes a different shape each day, with dark strands coiling around his fingers and getting caught in his rings.

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FTWS KM 2023

Saul x Andreas + make love during a storm

Re: Riven x Musa + ritual sex and/or public sex (tw dubcon)

Re: Omega Saul

Re: Winx suite gangbang BDSM

Re: Riven x Musa + ritual sex and/or public sex (tw dubcon)

Sky x Stella + Impersonating (TW: dub-con)

Andreas x Rosalind + A Last Night Together (TW: age gap)

Saul x Andreas + Hypothermia (TW: death)

Re: Andylind + angry sex/rough sex

no subject

no subject

Bloom x Silva (or heck choose any pairing you want) + save-your-life fuck

Re: Riven x Musa + ritual sex and/or public sex (tw dubcon)

Re: Riven x Musa x Sky + comfort sex

Re: Jacob x Elisha x Abby x Danny + con partner’s swap (TW: RPF)

Re: Andreas x Rosalind + period sex (TW: age gap, blood)

Re: Saul x Andreas + ABO

Saul/Andreas + public discipline (TW:insest? Under age?)

Re: Terra x Kat + sex pollen

Sky x Riven + Sex Club

Riven x Musa + Thigh Riding

Sky x Riven + Knifeplay

Re: Sky x Riven + Breathplay

Riven x Musa + Dry Humping

Riven x Musa + Hand/Ring Kink + Hair Kink