#And during those he acts alpha-y

[jumpycan]

Wait is Spock an alpha

[neopuppy]

SOS (M)

pairing. alpha Jeno x female omega reader x alpha Jaemin

genre. haunted escape house AU👻, non traditional ABO, it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to(or bang my older brothers friends), pw-minimal-p, M/F

warnings. profanity, y/n is Mark’s younger sister, pollen induced heat/rut, smut warnings under cut

wc. 10,000+

a/n. I am drunkhazed, no need to message to tell me that I stole my own fic.

smut warnings. f*ck or die, threesome, double penetration(vaginal/backdoor), slick, knotting, loads of cum, overstimulation, unprotected rough sex. mostly pure filth.

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”Don’t think this rain is going to let up anytime soon.” Your brother calls out to you upon entering the house, followed by the sound of shaking his umbrella dry. “Hopefully it will be over by the weekend so we can still have the party.”

He smiles worriedly, reaching for your shoulder. “You had to be born during hurricane season.”

Not only during a time of temperamental unpredictable weather, but also during the spookiest time of the year. It was Hallow’s Eve when your mother pushed you out, still half-dressed up in a witch costume as she screamed, kicking the air and practically ripped apart the collar of your father’s cheaply made Spirit Halloween vampire costume; rueing the day she ever let him impregnate her, again.

“Should we plan for something else?” Mark scrolls through his phone, sitting down with a furrow between his eyebrows. “Horror nights? Might be sold out by now. Maybe a haunted hayride? We did that a few years ago though, was kind of boring huh...” he hums, snapping his fingers. “Maybe I can beg Jisung to sneak us into that new paranormal escape room. Tickets have been sold out since they opened but I’m sure if I pull some favors he’d be willing to help me out.”

“Is it really scary?”

“Shouldn’t be too bad pup.” Your brother grins, reaching to pet the back of your head. “Besides, I’ll invite the guys. You won’t have anything to be scared of with us around to protect you from all the spooky things that go bump in the night.”

Right. The guys.

The guys being your brother's best friends, the same ones that still treat you like some immature clueless puppy. It’s nice for the most part, the way they all coddle you and insist you stay their baby forever.

It’d be nicer if they didn’t feel the need to make it clear so often just what a baby you are. Acting like you are not only a year apart in age.

“What were you going to dress up as this year anyway?” Mark continues, texting his group-chat about the possible change of plans due to the erratic weather.

“Doesn’t matter I guess, my package still hasn’t made it. Might have to recycle an old costume.” You sigh, bummed that the brewing hurricane hasn’t only ruined your party but also your valid excuse to dress like a slut without a reprimanding lecture from your older brother.

“You should definitely bust out Gollum again.” He laughs, nudging your arm. “My precious.”

“Mark, I was a kid! Let it go!”

“What, a kid?! That was just last year!” He clutches at his chest offended. “That was our best costume! Do you know how hard we worked on those hobbit feet?!”

“You guys looked like idiots.”

“We did not!” He splutters, tugging on your hair. “Take that back! People still talk about how great me and Jaemin acted out Sam and Frodo’s friendship monologue.”

“Can’t believe he agreed to being the fat hobbit.”

“Can’t believe you agreed to being Gollum.” Mark laughs, adding a wink. “Well, I guess I can. That crush you had on Jaeminie back then was unbearable.”

“Shut up!!!!” You shout, nearly tackling your brother from the couch. “I did not have a crush on him!”

“Oh really? Because I believe your diary entry from October 3rd would disagree!” He runs behind the couch dodging your advances, raising his voice in pitch.

‘Jaemin presented as an Alpha today! I always knew he’d be an Alpha! Goddess he’s so handsome! I can’t handle the thought of him getting any bigger and stinking up the house with his pheromones whenever he’s over. What am I going to do, I can barely hide how much I like him already!?!?’

“Shut up!!!” You scream, lunging over the back of the couch to choke your brother out. “Shut up shut up shut up!!”

“You’ll never catch me!” Mark laughs maniacally, charging for the staircase to run and hide in his bedroom.

“You’re dead when I do!”

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“What the fuck is this?!” Your brother fumes at the bottom of the stairs, head shaking in disapproval as you flounce down toward him.

“What?”

“This costume!” He motions angrily. “What the hell is that!”

“Jennifer Check!” You say dumbfounded, rolling your eyes. “Like, duh! One of my favorite movies, you know! My costume made it on time!”

The front door pushes open right as you spin to show off the purple and yellow cheer costume, mini-skirt twirling around your hips showing off a pair of snug fit panties adorned with the words ‘I KILL BOYS’ across the backside.

“Woah.” Jeno stutters, falling against Jaemin’s side where they both stand, mouth agape and wide-eyed in disbelief.

“The fuck are you pervs looking at!” Mark smacks the two of them across their chests, grabbing one of his jackets from the coat hanger nearby to throw at you. “Go change! You can’t wear that!”

“What?! Don’t be a jerk!” You snap back, throwing the jacket at his face. “It’s my Birthday!”

Jaemin steps forward to grab Mark’s arm and tug him back. “Come on dude, it’s just a costume. Besides, it’s cute..”

“You would say that.” Mark mumbles, shoving his friend off. “When you’re freezing your ass off out there, don’t come running to me for my hoodie.” Your brother grunts again, headed to the kitchen with Haechan and Jaemin in tow.

“You can always borrow my hoodie.” Jeno grins, approaching you with open arms. “Happy Birthday, or well, early Birthday.”

“Thanks Jeno.. Mark can be a real dick sometimes..” you mumble, squeezing around the Alphas waist to tighten the embrace.

“I think he’s just doing his duty of fulfilling your protective older brother role.” Jeno’s palms smooth down your back, cupping your waist. “For what it’s worth, I love the costume.” Taking a step back he gives you a once over, slowly nodding. “Jennifer’s Body, great movie. Not quite a final girl though, but..”

“I thought about that, but since none of my friends want to battle this hurricane and it’s turned into an all boys party again,” you turn around, flipping the back of your skirt up. “I’d say my chances of surviving are pretty high.”

Jeno licks his lips, biting back the urge to smile. “You got me there.” Reaching for the chain on your neck he draws out the crystal Evenstar pendant hidden between your chest. “You’ll spare me, right?”

The Alpha strokes over the design, smiling as he remembers your last Birthday when you cried about dressing up as Gollum. “You should have done Arwen this year.”

“Without Aragorn?”

Jeno’s gaze drifts back to yours, setting the pendant in place to sit on your chest nicely. “Well..”

“Alright, let's start heading out before this rain picks up.” Mark interrupts, barging back out with a backpack full of snacks for the drive. “Jisung texted, they just let in the last group of the night to enter the escape house, by the time we get there it should be ready to go for us.”

Jeno clears his throat, patting away the sweat collecting on his palms. “Yeah, sounds good, let's grab our umbrellas from Haechan’s car just in case.”

“Passenger seat for the Birthday girl!” You squeal, waving at your brother's friends. “The three little pigs in the backseat!”

“Heyyy!” Haechan snickers, swatting the air behind you as you run past.

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“Stay close to me pup.” Mark pulls on your elbow, shooting a glare over his shoulder at his friends.

“You know escape rooms work better if we all separate and try to find the clues on our own.” Haechan laughs, shaking his head and throwing a thumb in Mark’s direction. ‘This guy.’ He mouths.

“Isn’t rule number 1 to not separate?”

“This isn’t a horror film Jeno, it’s a game.”

“What do you think Saw was?!” Jeno’s arms flail, bumping into Jaemin’s side. “I wanna play a game?!”

“Haechan’s right.” You sigh, tugging yourself free from your brother's grip. “The timers started already, we need to work faster.”

Mark frowns, pulling off his jacket to throw over your shoulders. “You look cold.”

“Oh my God, what happened to not sharing your jacket with me huh! You’re so annoying! It’s Halloween!” You screech, shoving it back at his chest.

Haechan snorts, patting his friend on the back. “You know, we’ve seen her in less than that.”

“I’ll fucking kill you dude.” He growls, lunging at his friend's neck. “Don’t talk about my sister like that!”

Jeno and Jaemin let them grapple, watching with half-amused half-annoyed expressions as their friends fall to the floor tackling each other.

“You guys think this is a hint?” You nod to a pile of photos, all containing different guests that have passed through the rooms caught off guard with mouths wide open screaming. “They haven’t taken our picture yet, maybe it happens in this room.”

“We have 7 minutes left.” Jaemin moves next to you, snapping his fingers to a camera tripod set up in a corner. “Maybe we are the ones who have to take the picture.”

Jeno opts to continue searching for clues, moving down onto his knees to get a look under a couch against one of the walls. “The riddle said something about letting your worst fear consume you.” He crouches lower, coughing at the dust that lifts as he reaches and pats around coming up empty.

“I hate clowns.” Jaemin mumbles, working on figuring out how to set up the old camera.

“Clowns?” You snort, anxiously moving closer to the taller, pretending to care about the camera. “Didn’t think you’d have a fear of clowns of all things..”

“Why not?” Jaemin smiles, avoiding your gaze as he continues to tinker and focus on an area to point the lense toward.

“I don’t know.. clowns aren’t scary..”

Jeno pats off his legs, neither of them wearing much of a costume besides masks they’d pocketed once entering the escape house, claiming it was too hard to see anything. “Remember that movie Cujo? Shit had me terrified to go near a dog for years when I was a kid.”

“Dogs?!” Both you and Jaemin respond abruptly, falling into laughter together. The tension evades your limbs as you lean onto his side and wrap around his arm.

“You can’t be serious!” You say, wiping at the moisture pricking the outside corners of your eyes. “Geeze, clowns and dogs.. here I thought Alphas were supposed to be tough and fearless.”

Jaemin scoffs, flexing the bicep wrapped in your hold. “Hey! A lot of people are scared of clowns!”

“Can’t lie, I’m feeling pretty tough right now, my biggest fear is probably like a demon entity that’s decided it wants my soul specifically.”

Jeno’s mouth opens, shutting and closing again before speaking. “That’s uhm, dark?”

“Understandable.” Jaemin shrugs. “Why don’t the two of you go pose like a demon just appeared out of thin air to suck the soul out of you like some Dementor.”

Jeno moves to stand next to you, pointing past where Jaemin stands behind the camera. “Over there!”

The other Alpha runs into the shot just in time for the flash to go off and capture the three of your fright filled surprised expressions, ejecting the photo onto the floor beginning to develop.

“Guys, the door!” Jeno says loud enough to grab Mark and Haechan’s attention on the other side of the room. The two glancing over confused from the puzzle they’ve been working on for the last few minutes. “It’s opening!”

He rushes forward, motioning for the rest of you to follow after, an impending beep beep beep emitting past the speakers above as you make way into the next room.

“Guys, hurry up!”

“We’re coming! We’re coming!” Haechan shouts, stumbling to stand and grab Mark’s shoulder to pry him up.

“Shit,” Mark misses a step, tumbling back to his knees. “Ah, fuck!”

“Dude!” Haechan shrieks, turning back to watch the door begin to slide shut with three sets of eyes peering back at him full of worry.

“Hurry up!” Jaemin screams, rushing to push against the thick metal sliding down.

“Jaemin!” Jeno draws the younger Alpha back to his chest, using his weight to pull him away from the slam of the door locking into place.

The slam of the door sounds final, more ominous as darkness pours over the room before the slam of bodies bang into the opposite side; power buzzing off with the clink of a lock setting into place.

“Guys?!?” Spinning around you begin to panic, unable to find either of your friends without the help of light.

“What’s happening?!” You fret, slapping the door that's shut behind you. “Mark?!?”

“I’m here!” He calls back, throwing his side against the other side. “Fuck!”

“Was everything supposed to shut down like that?” Jeno asks, patting around the room for a switch.

“Fuck, wish I had my phone.” Jaemin follows his lead, gingerly tapping along the shelves set up against one of the walls and cursing about the ‘no phones allowed’ rule. “Wait, I think I found a flashlight.”

A click illuminates the room, shining around displaying nothing much abnormal. A few chairs, cushions, and boxes stacked together in one corner. The shelf holding a variety of items from DVDs to books to sculptures.

“Is it me or is it kind of..” Jeno tugs on the collar of his shirt, gaze skirting around quickly in search of a vent. “Humid in here? I feel sticky already.”

Jaemin nods, shining the light on the boxes. “Yeah, it’s stuffy in here.. uh..”

Mark continues slamming into the door, calling out for help. A worried murmur following from Haechan. “Did the power seriously just cut out? Like, this isn’t part of the game dude??”

“Hey, Jeno… come here..”

Jeno’s eyebrows perk up, walking over to where Jaemin stands searching through slew of boxes. “What is i— what the fuck..”

“Wh-what room is this?” Jaemin stutters, peering over his shoulder where you still try to pull the door open. “What are we supposed to do with this?”

Jeno swallows, head throbbing hard enough to make his eyes squint shut, blinking away beads of sweat beginning to roll down his forehead. “I don’t feel..”

Jaemin dry swallows, shutting the lid to open up another box. This one at least offers more, a box full of masks, unlabeled pills, cloths and fresh water bottles. “You think this is safe to drink?”

“Mark, I can’t anymore.” You sound breathless behind them, palms slapping down weakly one last time before sinking to your knees before the door. “I feel hot.”

Jeno’s instinct shouts at him to help you, waving off Jaemin to squat down by your side and place a palm across your forehead. “Shit, you’re burning up.”

He cleans the back of his hand off on his pants, grimacing at how soaked his forearm looks, shirt clinging to his chest. “Maybe it’s me actually.”

Jaemin pants, shaking his shirt away from his chest the more it begins to cling to his skin. “The hurricane must have killed the power, I don’t think the air is working.”

The three of you fall silent, quietly listening to the barely there soft blow of air coming from somewhere. Shining the flashlight up to the vent, Jaemin squints, blinking away the sweat clumping his eyelashes together. “It’s not coming from there..”

Jeno shares a look with him, setting a finger on his lips to keep their voices down as he crawls around the room to find the source. Approaching the shelf, he pulls away a pile of books, coughing and falling back as a waft of strong dust flies at his face. “Jeno!” Jaemin runs over, coughing and waving away the air to help his friend. “What the fuck is that?!”

“It’s—“ you sit up on your knees, head heavy, dropping you to hold yourself on all fours.

“It’s pollen!” Jeno shouts, eyes wide and crazed, turning to bury his face in Jaemin’s chest to keep down a growl. “We have to get out of here!”

Jaemin panics, grabbing onto his friend tighter to pull them both away from the now fully uncovered hole pumping out endless waves of dizzying scent, circling them both and instantly weakening his will to move. “I-I can’t.”

Jeno bites down, face drenched in sweat, gathering at his chin in large droplets. “We have to get away from her!”

Jaemin can hardly hear his friends' screams over the overwhelming sound of his racing heart, each breath deeper than the last. Each inhale more crucial to his system, pumping toxic oxygen through his veins and overtaking his mind.

“We’re getting help pup!” Mark calls out again, sounding more pathetic than usual. “I’m going to get you out of there okay?! I promise!”

“Mark..” you cry, falling flat on your side out of breath. Pupils fully blown out covered in gold as heat engulfs your every sense, soaked right through your Halloween costume. “I feel..”

The smell of arousal hits the two Alphas next, punching them across the face both hard enough to snap their necks, awakening feral need to impale an Omega on their cocks.

“The box.” Jaemin gasps, covering his face with one hand and letting the flashlight in his hold fall, rolling around shining light around the room. “The chains.”

Jeno follows after him in a rush, pulling his sweat soaked shirt up to cover his nose and mouth. It’s useless, the pollen already integrated with their biology, shaking its way through their limbs and bones.

“We ne-need to..” Jaemin struggles, teeth chattering as he reaches for the box he shut just minutes ago, pulling it down with the tips of his fingers. The loud clatter of chains, ropes, sex toys and boxes of condoms spills across the floor, now making complete sense. “Jeno, tie me up. I… you have to tie me up.”

Jeno shakily reaches for one of the ropes, dropping it with an anguished moan at the first throb passing between his thighs. The pollen fully absorbed into his lungs from meeting it face on, he falls face first with a loud thud, chest beating wildly. “Jaemin, t-tie me.. me first— I—can’t.”

“Jisung’s here!” Mark calls, knocking the door happily.

Haechan runs back into the other room with their friend, both out of breath from racing their way back through the dark, using the employee route on the way back.

“What the fuck is this Ji?!?” Mark’s enraged tone is hard to miss even between walls, followed by a mumble of panic and worry.

“The power died, news is saying it could be hours..”

“So what?!? There has to be a way to open this door!” Mark shouts back, face full of heat and anger.

Jisung’s mouth falls, reaching to scratch his neck nervously. “I can’t go in that room.”

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t!”

“It’s the..” Jisung swallows, pulling out a map to hand to Mark.

“Sex pollen?!” His eyes widen, nearly popping out of their sockets before turning back to kick at the door. “If either of you assholes fucks my sister, I’ll kill you!!!”

Your brother's threat has Jaemin working faster to tie a knot around his friend's wrists, completely avoiding your existence by the room entrance despite the thick taste of slick filling his mouth. “Come on Jeno, we have to work together.” He says frantically, licking away the bats of sweat trickling from his upper lip.

“Alpha..”

The air stiffens, hard enough to shatter like glass if either of them were to take another breath. The two freeze in place, trembling with their hands gripped around each other deadly tight as the most beautiful helpless moan dances through their ears.

“Alpha, I need you.”

Jeno manages to somehow get Jaemin’s arms chained together behind his back, struggling as he fumbles with a pair of handcuffs to attach on the other and keep them locked together- at least for as long as their bodies will allow.

“Jeno..”

Your voice licks at his ear, back going stiff as his lips twitch and he nearly breaks down into tears. Every demand to control himself grows more distant, fading away past the chants to fuck, claim, breed and mate.

“Jeno!” Jaemin’s raspy shout cuts through him like a blade, falling forward in a daze as his canines burn as if the pollen has seeped into his brain and began to flow with the blood rushing through each of his rapidly pulsating veins. “Don’t! You can’t!”

“Alpha, please.”

The call beckons him to lift his head, lips coated in a thick layer of spit pouring freely the more he falls victim to the crushing need to give in to his primal desires.

“Alpha.” The land of your palms against his chest has him lurching up straight, neck going ramrod with wide-eyes at the realization of your lack of distance, having crawled your way closer to capture him. The loosely tied rope hanging off his wrists uselessly, easy to free himself from. “Need you, it hurts—it hurts Alpha.”

Jeno struggles to swallow, the lining of his throat blanketed with a molasses thick layer of saliva, making it harder to breath and forcing him to wheeze as he meets your blown-out gaze. “C-can’t, we can’t.”

“Jeno! Listen to me!” Jaemin shouts, mostly barricaded away by the fog thats begun to stuff the olders ears. “You have to resist! It’s the pollen, she doesn’t know what she’s asking for!!”

“Alpha..” your voice breaks past the piles of cotton stuffing his ears, managing to squeeze your way past his lack of sense as Jaemin fails to.

Jeno wants to tell you to stop, he wants to push you away as gently as he can, wants to control himself, but as you make the next move forward and settle onto his lap, he can’t find himself anymore; he’s gone. Lost in the delirious magic of your high potent arousal.

“Jeno!” Jaemin audibly struggles behind the two of you, neck twisting to watch you push down onto Jeno’s lap and circle his shoulders, the Alphas neck limp as he leans forward, forehead crashing against yours. “Jeno! Think clearly! Try to think!”

Jaemin cries between his screams, fumbling around with the chains and handcuffs the older had managed to lock shut just a minute ago, his chest aches; screaming with something akin to jealousy that he wishes to ignore and shove aside. He should’ve contained the other Alpha first.. Jeno got hit with the pollen hardest..

“What was I thinking..” he sighs, forcing his eyes shut to look away from the first roll of your hips landing down against his friends. Jaemin bites back a growl, head dizzy the more he tries to work through the jumble of thoughts racing past him.

Mark will kill you.

Mark will kill you.

Fuck his sister.

Fuck his sister.

Fuck her now before Jaemin can claim your Omega.

Jeno can’t tell anything apart in the room anymore, the only clear vision in front of him is you. If not for the incessant need to feel every inch of your flesh he’d move slower, he’d move faster if not from his own exhaustion and resistance still struggling to bring him back.

“Jeno..”

“Omega.”

“Yes.” You gasp out, clawing at his chest for some type of contact. Everything burns, from the blood pumping through your veins to the heat raging through your nerves; screaming through your bones to have your Alpha, to consume every bit of him.

“Want me to fuck you?” Jeno hisses, head spinning as your scent invades his nostrils and takes over any minor hint of sense he possibly had left.

“Jeno, no!” Jaemin fights to unlatch himself, the flesh lining his wrists cut through with each pull and cry he lets out the more he fails to get free. “Don’t!”

The Alphas cock thrums, aching up his chest with a pained howl swarming his mind. The pollen awakening his feral instincts, shouting at him in anger to not let another Alpha have you before he can.

“Is that what you want?” Jeno clutches onto your hips, rutting you down against the stiff lump protruding from his crotch, panting along your lips that part open the faster he works you down.

“Inside,” you breathily gasp, flushed by the heavy want and need to press flesh to flesh. “W-wanna feel you inside.”

“Ah, fuck.” Jeno rocks your hips down urgently, ass lifting up to push harder against the seat of your underwear. Wound up too tight to stop himself, he manages to maneuver you onto your back with quick speed, still humping erratically between your thighs for some type of friction. “Fuck, I can’t.”

The Alpha jerks once, twice, neck strained back in arch leaving the veins lined up his neck on full display for your Omega to salivate over, canines aching to dig in and mark him up. With tight lips he grunts, circling down against the now wet fabric of his boxers, soiling through his jeans as release spurts out and makes a mess between his cock and underwear.

“Alpha?”

Jaemin scoffs loudly, chains rattling with another curse as he shouts to be let free. “You can’t even get your pants off before cumming!”

Jeno grimaces, ducking down to kiss your chin apologetically. “Alpha please, need your cock, need it inside.”

God, your begging can make his head explode, crumbling as he litters searing pecks down your throat and licks over the pendant splayed on your chest. “Wanna be inside you.” He pants heavily, gliding beneath the cheerleader top keeping your breasts hidden, scooting the material just high enough to expose the hardened tips of your nipples for his thumbs to flick and press down on.

“Alpha!” Screeching and arching you, you writhe under his hold, lengthy palms swipe up your sides, cupping your chest to bounce up as he bites down a moan and grinds harder against the soaked material of your panties.

“Unchain me!” Jaemin’s shouts grow lost the more the thick scent of your sweet slick wraps around Jeno, opting to replace a hand on your breasts with his mouth in favor of finally reaching down to unbutton and tug himself free.

The Alphas lips encase your nipple, tongue lapping roughly as if he expects something to trickle out. Already envisioning the sweet nectar of your lactating breasts after he fills you with enough seed to ensure you carry his pups. Without a clear mind to process a thought beyond fucking and breeding, Jeno tugs at his wet cock, shoving your panties to the side with the same cum covered hand before slapping the thick length against your already swollen slit.

“Please please please!”

Jeno growls, gliding the girthy meat between your blood filled cunt, the arousal hot enough to scorch around him, making his chest flutter with fear and hunger. “It’s all for you.” Hauling one of your thighs up, he leans in to lick across your upper lip, puffing wheezed breaths as the tip of his cock prods at your entrance.

“Alpha, Alpha!” The pathetic cries you let out as he works into your tight heat has his eyes rolling back, cock throbbing enough to feel each tremor pass through his limbs.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Jeno groans, eyes clenched shut when he hits obstruction and the weight of his heavy balls slaps against your ass. “Oh fuckkk.”

“Alpha,” you sigh dreamily, mouth hung open covered in drool. “Feel s-so good, feel so big.”

Jeno’s forehead presses to yours, sweat slipping your skin together and pushing his nose to dig against yours. “It’s you, so fucking tight.” He emphasizes with a pointed thrust, inching out to the tip only to feed his cock back inside much faster and pick up the pace until your hole finally gives around him and he can fuck into you with a renewed ease. “That’s it, relax for me baby, you like that? Like how my cocks pounding into you so fucking good.”

“Jeno,” you gasp, lower back arching up with each expert thrusts. The Alpha more experienced than you, evident by the way he takes control and fucks you harder without having to beg for more. “Love it—love your c-cock.”

Jeno fucks into you even harder at that, dripping with sweat as your bodies run together chasing the highest high, mind numb with nothing but the desire to feel his cum shoot out deep inside of you. “Louder.” He smacks your thigh, the clap thunderous throughout the room, forcing Jaemin to twist up from the floor in seek of his own pleasure.

“Asshole.” He cries, tears streaming down his cheeks as he breaks and watches the two of you lost in the animalistic desire that has you fucking like two feral blood thirsty wolves in heat. It’s enough behind his wet vision to tune the other Alpha out and focus on the euphoric pleasure that's taken over your usually innocent angelic face.

“Love your cock!” You whine, face wrenched up as you turn away and your head bounces back from the overwhelming sensations racing through you. “Love it so—so much.”

“Fuck yeah.” Jeno groans, beginning to lose rhythm as his hips stutter and he pulls out completely one more time, quickly punching back through your tight heat in one go just to feel you clamp down around his cock to a suffocating point. The Alphas everywhere, arms encasing your head as he leans in and licks down your cheek to capture your lips, balls tightening up letting him know he’s close. So close to filling your womb with cum, fucking faster and faster even as you pulse around his length and jostle under his punishing thrusts. Pussy milking his cock dry as you hit climax and grip around him mercilessly.

The kiss grows sloppy, weight dropping down as he sucks your bottom lip in and circles his cock deep inside until the last white string shoots out. “You okay?”

Jeno pants loudly, clothes heavy on his back now drenched by sweat. He waits for you to nod before pulling out with a hiss to fall by your side and allow his eyes to fall shut for just a minute, a minute to catch his breath. A minute too long as you already find yourself crawling to Jaemin, ripping at the cheerleader top halfway up your torso.

The Alphas gaze lifts to yours excitedly, licking his lips as he shakes his head awake after seeing white as he fucked up into the air and came inside of his pants. “Alpha.” You say in the most seductive tone he’s ever heard, better than music to his ears in this hedonistic state.

“Pup, help me.” Jaemin sounds shattered, voice raspy as if sandpaper scrubbed his vocal chords. “My hands.”

The scent of his release punches into you, scrabbling up his thighs to remove his pants from hiding him away. “Alpha, need more, need you.”

“Please puppy,” he grits, thighs trembling under your eager hands, hips twitching up. “Please get my hands!”

The tormented whine he lets out steals your focus long enough to show concern, nodding as you scoot in closer and reach around to his back in search of the chains latched together.

“Need to t-touch you.” He whines pitifully, helping you by shaking his forearms weakly with each unravel of the chain. “Need to—“

Jaemin lets out the loudest blood curdling howl, finally able to roll his wrists around, he pounces up to settle on his knees, hoisting you by the waist to be manhandled onto all fours. “Just like that.” His large palm closes around the back of your neck, pinching the skin taut until you mule and whimper, arching back showing off the obscene mess you’ve made.

Jaemin snarls at the sight of another Alphas cum smeared all over your underwear, quickly digging his sharp nails into the material to tear them off, the seams ripping apart nastily loud, pulsing terror through your nerves. “Let him fuck you before me?” He growls, leaning over your back and landing a strike to your ass.

“You’ll let anyone fuck you? Slutty Omega, any cock would satisfy you.”

“N-no Alpha,” you squirm, buttcheek stinging for less than a minute before another whip-like slap lands. “Ahh!”

“Don’t lie to me, Omega.” The Alpha grunts, sparing your ass from another hit to work his pants down and flip your skirt up, sad excuse of underwear(that you paid extra for) left shredded into pieces nearby. “No fucking point, I’ll fuck you the way you deserve.”

Jaemin wraps around his length, swiping through the wetness covering your inner thighs as he works up to your slit and pushes between your swollen soft folds. “Fuck you like I found you out in the wild, pussy leaking everywhere begging to be claimed.”

“Yesyesyes! Alpha, take me!”

“So fucking wet.” Jaemin rasps, wrapping your hair around his fist to pull your neck up and attach his lips to your jugular, softly teething at the vein pumping fiercely against his tongue. “Don’t move, or I’ll really make it hurt.” He says between kisses, licking at the sweat dangling from your jawline.

The Alpha shoves up, keeping the hold on your hair tight as his arm extends to push your chest to the ground, hips ramming against your supple ass. “Present.”

A gurgled sound of agreement leads your hips to push open, ass lifted high as you spread apart, placing your soaked cunt perfectly under the dim streaks of light coming from the scattered flashlights. “Good girl, keep it exactly like that for me.”

Jaemin slaps his length between your thighs a few times, biting down to keep his moans at bay. “Omega with the prettiest pussy, how’d I get so lucky?” He mumbles, head spinning this close to your sugary sweet scent.

“Ah, p-please—ahhh!” Without wasting another second he slams in, finding lack of resistance thanks to the amount of slick spilling out of you, and maybe because someone else was too greedy before he had the chance.

“That’s it, take all of it.” Jaemin says, lapping at the saliva slipping from his plump lips and grabbing a firm hold on your hip with one hand while keeping your head twisted painfully. He begins to pound fervently; turning just in time to catch Jeno’s eyes fluttering open, irises blown out red full of hunger. “This is what you needed, Omega? Feel that pussy nice and stretched around my cock? Tell me.”

“Y-yes!” You sound near death as you shout, fucked into like nothing but a cocksleeve to fuck for his own gain. Jaemin growls, tugging your hair to turn your gaze to Jeno’s.

“Say it.”

“N-needed,” you wail, cock sliding in and out of you easily, copious amounts of slick rammed out with each pump of his length pushing in deep. The wetness claps through the room, drenched thighs shaking form the force of the Alphas weight slamming down. “C-cock, needed!”

“Say you needed my cock.” Jaemin says in a lowered strict tone, scooping around your waist to pull you back onto his cock even faster.

“Yours!” You shriek, the Alpha squatted over your back with his feet flat to the floor to gain power. Jeno’s lip curls, pushing up to sit and throw off his sweat soaked shirt. “Yours Alpha! Ahh fuck!”

He sighs, cock aching already from listening to your pretty sounds, even if he’s not the one receiving them.

“Pussy so fucking good.” Jaemin grins at the other Alpha, drawing his cock out inch by inch to admire the thick gloss of slick stained up to his abdomen. “How am I supposed to stop fucking you now?”

Jeno rolls his eyes, moving closer to slap Jaemin’s hand away from your hair. “Sweet little puppy, you’ll do anything for some dick.”

He snickers a bit, forcing a soft smile when you blink up clearly lost to the feeling of being stuffed full again and again. “You close baby?”

“Pussy’s gripped around me so tight,” Jaemin adds, fucking at a punishing fast and strong pace.

“Y-yes,” you slur, finding comfort in Jeno’s palm gliding over your cheek. “Wa—wanna cum!”

“You cum when I tell you to cum.” Jaemin says despite your consistent whines, slamming down hard enough to have you slip on your knees, pushed belly flat to the floor to be used as nothing more than a fucktoy.

“Alpha! No, please!” You kick, screaming through grinding teeth. Jeno glares at the younger, snaking his free hand under your hips to find your clit and pinch the bud between two fingers.

“Shh shhh, it’s okay puppy.” He says sweetly, watching your eyes roll back leaving nothing but whites behind. “Don’t listen to him, cum for me.”

Jaemin’s hips barrel down even faster, enraged that the other Alpha has the audacity to touch you. “If you cum, I’ll punish you worse than this.” He says in a deep low registered growl, colliding down against your ass hard enough to bloom bruises tomorrow.

“It’s okay baby, cum for me.” Jeno repeats, thumbing away the tears tracking freely down your cheeks, dick throbbing the more his hand gets drenched with slick.

“Alpha—I—I,” your eyes roll up, empty of thought as gold coats across any color, fiery and wide, lips parted in a silent scream. Jaemin curses behind you, struggling for a moment to push through the ruthless clench of your heat, he fucks through your orgasm even with slick shooting out around his length making it harder to fuck you fiercely.

“Shit.” Jeno salivates, licking at his lips repeatedly as his hand draws free from under your collapsed weight and takes in the arousal that slid down his forearm.

Jaemin’s movements turn erratic, slapping sweaty palms down on your upper back for leverage to keep going even as his release approaches; lost in the depths of his own nonsensical pleasure. “O-oh shit!”

The Alpha stutters, letting out a high-pitched sound similar to a wounded puppy, hips hitting with finality as he finally lets go and shoots drop after drop of cum deep inside of you.

Breathing becomes harder with Jaemin’s chest landing against yours, slapped over and over again by the older Alpha to move. “Get off of her.”

“Ah, fuck you.” He mumbles, biting down on his lip as he slips out, half-hard cock landing against his pelvis softly twitching. “Damn.” His head reels for a minute, calmed momentarily. Coherent thoughts pass by, blinking slowly at the ceiling as he takes in deep inhales of pollen filled air and quickly succumbs to the desperation, the need to be inside of you again.

“Jeno,” you whimper, reeling from being fucked back to back.

“More?” He asks, taken aback but also not surprised, his own arousal spiking up at mere glimpse of you.

Nodding, you turn lazily, cupping to cover your mound to hide. “H-hurts..”

“That’s fine.” Jaemin speaks up, moving next to his friend with a grin as he kneads your ass, lifting your buttcheek to get a good look at your hole. He bends forward, swiping two fingers between your pert mounds, circling over the rim. “Jeno got to fuck your first..”

He says, peering over his shoulder at the Alpha with a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’ll make it feel good, puppy. Real good.”

Shivers run up your spine, Jaemin pushing his way closer to hold your ass apart with his lips pursed together, dropping a wad of spit just to watch it dribble down your rim. “Want it?” He asks, digits digging into the meaty flesh of your bottom.

“Alpha..” your hole pulses, winking enticingly, answering for you as he surges in and runs his tongue across the wrinkled entrance.

“No time for all this,” he says between huffed breaths, setting a searing kiss on your rim. “Sorry angel, promise it’ll get better.”

Confusion draws your eyebrows together, manhandled up for your back to lay against the Alphas chest, pushing between your thighs from behind he rubs between to gather up the wads of slick continuously pouring out, cock dripping with the thick cream. “Ready?”

“Unghh..” lifelessly, you shake your head, unsure what he’s even asking. Jeno moves in to take a hold of your waist.

“Slow, give her time to adjust..” he says in a low warning, already imagining the younger to brutally fuck into you as he already did. “Don’t hurt her.”

Jaemin mumbles a curse, stroking the slick up and down his size and smearing the rest over your rim. “She can take it, she’s a good Omega.” He whispers, gaze directed to your lower halves with focus on the tip of his cock nudging at your rim. “Isn’t that right angel?”

Heavy breath fans Jeno’s lips, watching your eyes widen at the first inch pushing past your viscously tight rim. “Shh shh, it’s okay.”

Cupping your chin, he kisses lightly across your upper lip, stealing the pained moans passing through with a firmer press. Jaemin groans gravelly behind you, holding your ass spread apart to ensure the best view of his cock stretching your hole open.

“Fuck, that’s too good..” he whines, teeth grinding together the more his cock disappears. “What a good slut, hmm? Taking Alphas cock anywhere.”

Jeno can’t help but rut against your hip, growing more hazy with the vibrations of your cries tracing past his tongue. “Can I fuck you too?” He asks desperately, nose rubbing against yours sweetly. “Please?”

A light nod gives him enough answer, thanking you with a firm kiss and tongue massaging around yours. “The best Omega for us.”

Jaemin grunts to agree, pushing in balls deep with a shout, neck stiff and rippling. The tight clamp of your ass has his thighs shaking, heavy hands smoothing around your hips to press down on your lower stomach. “Fuck, this is crazy.” He says with a meticulous roll of his hips, ass bouncing against him. “..Won’t last long inside this pretty tight hole puppy.”

Jeno’s fingers pass between your thighs, teasing past your folds to rub circles at your sore stretched entrance. “This okay?”

“Fuck man, hurry the hell up before my dick falls off.” Jaemin growls, biting at your shoulder to stave off the the urge to completely pull out and fuck back into you raw, throw you back onto your knees like a good little breeding bitch.

“Alpha, p-please, put it in—“ you drawl, vaginal opening spasming around the tips of Jeno’s fingers. Kissing at the backs of his teeth, he nods fast, gripping his length to push between your fleshy velvety folds.

“More, more!” You whine, slapping and clawing at his chest. Jeno hisses, guttural and deep, grabbing your flailing arms and clutching your wrists together, shoving them to your chest with one hand to keep you held in place.

“More? Wanna become our pretty little slut? Fucked by two Alphas at the same time?” He asks softly, the words sounding sweeter than they should from his pretty pout.

“Yes yes yes! Jeno, Alpha! Please please,” you gasps, head rolling back, neck dropped against Jaemin’s shoulder. “Wan-wanna be filled so bad, so fucking bad.”

“So God damn pathetic,” Jaemin whimpers, licking the light teeth marks left behind on your shoulder.

Jeno thinks he might pass out if he doesn’t get his dick inside of you in an instant, steadying himself with the hold on your wrists, he strokes at his shaft one more time to spread the slick; slowly pushing the tip in past your opening as he leans in and huffs over your lips. “How bad do you need it?”

“Please!”

Jaemin screams a slew of curses, gripping hard around your waist and slamming you down to fully take Jeno’s length. Choking on your breath, you stiffen up, legs falling apart only held up by the Alphas keeping you full with their thick cocks.

Jeno’s lips twitch, face dropping to catch his breath as he notices a bulge jutting out under your navel, experimentally swirling his hips forward to see the skin protrude from his cockhead pushed that deep inside of you. “Fuck! Oh fuck.”

He gasps, short of breath admiring the skin stretch out, his cock overbearingly hot with Jaemin’s filling you up from the other side. The skin separating their lengths thin enough to feel the younger Alphas girth rest against the underside of his, throbbing together deep inside of you. “That has to hurt baby.”

“That’s it.” Jaemin encourages, struggling to speak with wads of saliva wrapped around his tongue. “You’re doing so well.”

“F-fuck—me.” You beg, eyes clenched shut tightly, growing delirious with need to feel the Alphas move in and out of you.

“Feel stuffed full, huh?” Jaemin grits, punctuating the question with a harsh thrust.

“So—so good!” You sob, reeling as Jeno follows and removes his length leaving only the bulbous tip of his cock inside before pummeling back in, fucking with full force. Pulling out only to bury back into the hilt again and again, pussy skin grasping around his cock better than anything he’s ever felt before.

Jaemin gets lost in the feeling of your taut pulsating ass swallowing his cock, head spinning with each honey-dripping moan you let out by his ear. “Ah—God, your ass is too fucking good.”

The Alphas begin to work their hips faster, simultaneously thrusting in and out, cocks moving in unison unbeknownst to each other. The rhythm they build up feels punishing, pushing you into a state of ecstasy; gasping out short little breaths as your lungs close in.

Jeno reaches down to rub at your clit with his thumb, swollen nub beyond sensitivity, stealing a fast orgasm out of you. It hits harder than any so far, blacking out as your breath is punched out of you. Thighs quivering and cramping as a stream of clear slick rushes free from your convulsing cunt, arching out high enough to land on Jeno’s abdomen and trickle down.

“Oh—shit—ah,” he shouts, cock stilling as Jaemin lets out an ear-shattering growl and his solid biceps squeeze around your waist, lifting you up and down to thrust in and out of your asshole at a relentless pace.

With your pussy continuing to pulse, Jeno buries his cock back in. Biting down on his lip as you keep squirting around his length.

“Alphas—s’too much, ahh! C-can’t!” You whimper, helplessly trying to free your wrists from Jeno’s strong grip.

“You can take it.” Jaemin says with demand, moving in and out with measured strokes, the tip of his cock leaking maddeningly.

“And you will.” Jeno finishes saying for him, firm hold continuing to restrain your wrists as his free hand circles your throat.

Jaemin blinks back tears, half-upset that he can feel his climax approaching. Snapping quick jabs of his length as he chases after the peak of pleasure, he bites down on your shoulder roughly, nipping the skin hard enough to hurt. “G-gonna cum—“

He grunts out, thrusts becoming more harsh and erratic forcing Jeno to halt his movements, allowing you to be fucked down by the harsh thrusts Jaemin pounds into you with.

“P-please Alpha—wan-want it!”

Jaemin yells, pumping his hips up sloppily a few more times, cock pulsing with hot spurts filling your ass. Quietly moaning with his head dropped, not even able to hold himself up anymore.

Jeno gently pushes his shoulders back, scooping you by the waist with one arm, cock slipping out as he shifts away to reposition you.

“Just a little more for me?” He can’t guarantee he’s not lying, under the heavy spell of sex pollen coursing through his veins. Turning you on your back, he adjusts between your thighs to seeth his cock fully back inside, savoring the heat blanketed around him yet again. “How—how are you still so so tight.”

The Alpha would guess you’re a virgin if he didn’t remember last summer when he found you in a jacuzzi alone with some guy nowhere near your league, bikini bottoms floating away with guilt stained across your face.

“Should’ve been me,” he murmurs, quick to capture your lips and thrust fast, but short, cock mostly inside. Too addicted to the feeling of your walls sucking around him.

“K-knot me, please, please please, Alpha please.” Your lips tremble as you plead, making it impossible for him to refuse. Not that he would, reaching between your bodies to rub figure eight’s around your swollen clit, he groans, fucking faster on the brink of orgasm.

“Can you take it?” He asks, only to see you nod maniacally, biting down on the backs of his teeth with a wrinkled skewed forehead the more he exerts himself to pinch your clit in succession with his rapid jerky thrusts. “Take all of it for me pup, it’s all for you.”

Coming to an abrupt stop he twitches harshly, cock beating against your insides with the first shot of cum bursting free, painting a mess of white inside with the tip of his cock pressed up to your cervix. “Ahhh!—“ Jeno’s lips curl in, struggling to breathe properly as the base of his cock swells painfully and he has to push in deeper, push in the feel as much of your hot tight cunt kissing at his knot.

“Ugh!” Slick streams out, splashing against the enlarged base of his length keeping all of his cum trapped inside. The possibilities of being full of pup spiraling through the both of you, pushing another shot of pleasure out of your tired body.

“Fuck.” He sighs, wet hand moving to hold the back of your neck and take in your fucked out face, take in your wide dreamy gaze. Envisioning how perfect a future between the two of you could be.

Even if this whole thing was some freak accident, his Alphas never felt this elated, full of life and love. “Mate.” He says with a grind, knot pushing against your sore tender entrance, having tears sting behind your eyes.

“I’ll take care of you.” He whispers, kissing down from your cheekbone to your chin, gently sucking at your jawline before he makes way to your neck. “And you’ll belong to me, only me.”

Possessiveness burns through his heart, beating faster as he takes in your scent gland and pulls at the thin chain around your neck too roughly, snapping the metal for his nose to graze freely. His teeth itch with need, licking at his canines the more they throb up to his gums and his wolf howls to bite.

Do it.

Bite her.

Our Omega.

“Alpha..” you say weakly, eyes drifting shut from the exhaustion of heat and the overbearing scent of Alpha seeping from your pores.

“Omega.” He hums, licking up the column of your throat only to lick back down again, willing himself to not bury his teeth in. “My perfect Omega.”

Even half-passed out, your body responds, heat sucking around his length earning a deep rumble from his chest, he hisses, grazing higher for his teeth to scratch closer to your nape.

“Please..”

Jeno thinks his minds playing tricks on him, head full of clouds as he bites down just hard enough to leave a mark and not break the skin completely. It seems to be enough, for now, to satiate both of your wolves. The tension leaves his spine as he relaxes against you, nose firmly tucked against your scent gland.

“I’d give you the world if you asked.” He mumbles, eyes drifting shut for no more than a few minutes as his knot finally goes down enough to at least shift onto his side.

Jaemin grumbles, slowly coming back to, no doubt wanting to fuck again. “Move.” He says from behind Jeno, sitting up only to come to a halt as the door slams up streaking light from the other room over your figures.

“Get off of her!” Mark shouts, spit flying from his mouth as he grabs Jeno’s shoulders and rips the larger Alpha away with strength that can only be fueled by rage.

Protective instinct takes over, throwing his jacket down before anyone can get a look at you. “Haechan, give me your hoodie!”

Haechan rushes to unzip himself and quickly hand over the baggy hood, your brother fast to wrap you up safely before lifting your exhausted body and shooting a glare at his friends. “I’ll deal with you two later.”

———————————————

After a long talk involving a ton of yelling and crying, Mark finally decided to let it go; having to accept that maybe you aren’t a baby anymore.

“You’re still my baby sister though and you always will be.” He grumbles, tugging you close to his chest with an arm around your neck.

“Always.”

“And..” he sighs, releasing you to give you a stern look. “I don’t think I can handle you dating one of my friends quite yet.”

“Markkk!” You whine, smacking his arm. “I already told you!”

“Yeah yeah, I know, it’s not like that.” He says sarcastically, throwing up quotations. “But it’s going to be weird now regardless, I mean..”

“You think so?”

“I don’t think any normal person can go through what the three of you went through and..”

“Well they’re coming over in a bit to help set up the new console system so.. I guess we’ll find out.”

Mark sighs, running a hand through his hair repeatedly. “If they make you feel uncomfortable—“

“They won’t.” You cut him off, smacking his shoulder. “Don’t forget they’re still your best friends who have done nothing other than respected me and done their best to take care of me too.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He grumbles. “But if either of them do anything to step out of line!”

“Yes yes, you’ll—“ you deepen your tone, glaring at him venomously. “KICK THEIR ASS!”

“Pft.”

Three knocks rattle against the front door before you and your brother can get into a back and forth mockery of each other, shoving him aside as you yell out that you got it. “Go away!” You add quickly, shooing him to exit the living room area.

“Whatever.” Mark murmurs, flipping you off on his way out.

Taking a deep breath you open the door to greet Jaemin and Jeno, both standing side by side nervously, scratching their necks and shifting from foot to foot. “Hey!”

“H-hey..” Jeno speaks up first, clearing his throat and nodding at you as he steps in.

“Mark’s in the kitchen, I think.” You say, motioning to the 6-pack of Diet Coke tucked under his arm.

“Oh, yeah..” Jeno shifts back on his heels nervously, eyeing Jaemin who makes no effort to move. “I’ll go put this in the fridge real quick.”

His gaze passes between the two of your wearily, wishing that Jaemin had been the one carrying the drinks now. “Be right back.” He says, skillfully darting his eyes to the younger's face in silent warning before you notice.

“Hey pup, come here,” Jaemin draws you back from following after the other Alpha, pointed teeth on display with a large smile. “You feeling okay today? After everything..”

“I’m fine Jaem.” You force a smile, straightening up at the trickle of sweat rolling down your back the more you fail to create space between your bodies.

“You don’t seem fine.” He steps closer, reaching to push loose strands of hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry if—“

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, if anything you guys saved me.. pollen, it’s—“

“You saved us too.” Jaemin corrects, adding a small smile. “Not really the circumstance I ever imagined we’d do something like that, but, I wanted to let you know..”

Taking a step back he sighs, scratching down the center of his throat nervously. “I really—“

“Hey, Jaem, can I get a minute?” Jeno returns, jogging over seemingly short of breath as he pats the younger Alphas arm and nods toward the hallway. “Could you go help Mark start to unbox everything? We’ll be there in a bit, I just need to talk to her in private first.”

“Uhm..“ Jaemin’s eyes go wide, lips tightened into a thin line nearly disappearing as he silently fumes and wills the urge to shout away. “I was about to—“

“Great, thanks.” Jeno nods, smiling and striking down heavy pats on his shoulders before proceeding to direct him out of the room. “We’ll be in soon.”

Jaemin sports a hard smile, teeth gritted together as he waves and nods. “Sure.”

Jeno’s palms clasps together, motioning for the two of you to sit once alone. “I really wanted to apologize.”

“Jeno, it’s fine, seriously.” You start, waving off cooly. “Like I was telling Jaemin, everything that happened was out of our control, you know?”

“Not about that.” Jeno reaches into his pocket, drawing free a thin squared box draped with black velvet. “Everything that happened feels like such a blur..”

Leaning in closer he clicks the box open, a beaming crystal Evenstar pendant identical to the one missing from your neck shines, the Alphas fingers lifting the silver chain attached to show you. “I broke your necklace..”

“You did?!” Letting out a surprised gasp you reach to grab the chain from him, only for the Alpha to move away and shake his head.

“Let me.” Jeno shifts to sit behind you, gathering your hair to one side to expose your neck, breath caught upon seeing the light marks his teeth left behind. “I really am sorry about that.”

“The necklace? It’s okay, I’m sure it wasn’t on purpose.”

Jeno hums, pulling the chain around to lock in at your nape. “Yeah..” the tips of his fingers trace over the bite marks, sighing before placing a gentle kiss. “You’ll let me make it up to you, right?”

Twisting around to get a proper look at the Alpha, your eyebrows lift confused, tilting your head to take in the hint of distress pulling his lips into a pout. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel bad about what happened in that room.” He says, gaze lowered. “Like we took advantage of you or—“

“You didn’t.” Boldly, you cup his cheeks to keep his eyes on yours, giving him a gentle smile. “It’s weird but even after that I feel nervous around you.”

“I do too.” Jeno sighs, relaxed under the warmth of your palms pressed to his cheeks. “It’s because I like you.” He blinks rapidly, swallowing as he forces his gaze to return to yours. “I like you in a way that would probably get Mark’s ass locked up for attempted murder.” He laughs to lighten his mood, sensing a bubble of worry beginning to erupt in his gut.

“Really?”

Jaemin clears his throat, entering back through the hallway that Jeno had banished him to exit from earlier. “You two done yet? Mark’s getting tired of waiting and we already opened everything up.”

Hands fall away from Jeno’s face abruptly, shooting up to stand upon spotting the other Alpha. “Oh yeah! Sorry sorry.”

The older grumbles, getting up to stay by your side and glare at his friend pointedly. “You could have started without us.”

Racing ahead, you miss the whispers passing between them, more paranoid that your brother could be suspicious of how long you’ve been alone with one of his friends.

“You really have a death wish huh?” Jaemin snickers, bumping into the older Alphas shoulder as he leans in to whisper. “Or maybe you really wanna see Mark behind bars for that attempted murder.”

The two continue to appraise each other throughout the day, mindful of every move the other makes before Mark warns them when you head to the bathroom to ‘Knock it off before I rip one of your stupid Alpha heads off and punt you into the afterlife.’

“Don’t think I’m just going to allow either of you to fuck my sister now because of this.” He says quietly before you come back in and sit down besides Jaemin, toying with your new pendant.

Jeno smiles, admiring how much you seem to enjoy the new necklace. “Oh, I thought you lost this.”

“Jeno bought me a new one.” You mumble, quickly throwing the Alpha a smile.

Jaemin reaches to hold the pendant, frowning as he steals a glance at Jeno. “Or, maybe you’re more bold than I assumed. A real rule breaker, willing to spend a lot to win..”

“What?” You ask, half paying attention out of fear of your brother’s wrath if he catches you staring at either of his friends too long.

Jeno smirks at the younger Alpha, leaning back against the couch with a cocked eyebrow. “Are you? ‘Cause if you’re not.. you better run..”

Jaemin glowers back at him, whispering quietly. “One way to find out.”

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 18)

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notes: this is short but i needed it out and i’ve been much too busy to write lately and i’m running on very little sleep and can barely keep my eyes open

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y/ndevils00 we’re not back

we are SO not back.

but you know who IS back?! MY SEXY ASS, 22 POINT HAVING, COMEBACK GOAL SCORING, SNACK STEALING BOYFRIEND!!

despite the unfortunate 5-3 loss against the dish rags, we did get a few good goals tonight, starting with one from everyone’s favorite previously injured man, JACK ROWDEN HUGHES!!!

babygirl also assisted on Uncle Haula-hoop’s goal (the third and final Devils goal)! and in between those goals, Pally pocket got a goal!!

however, towards the end of first, we were down by one, and despite my strongly worded advisory, coach bark pulled my main man Vitek and let the rags score an empty netter….

anyways! bestie number 1 was wrongfully accused and jailed in the second— his crime? his flow was too nice. not very jail worthy, but the bald bitch from the other team had it out for him.

goodnight and please enjoy the last couple photos i took of my sassy boy toy during his post-game interview where he couldn’t keep his eyes off me— can’t say i blame him 🤭

tagged jackhughes, pally_18, ehaula, and dawson1417

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user93 the red m&m in the 3rd pic is sending me 😭

y/ndevils00 give him some respect! he assisted on that goal!

jackhughes i didn’t realize you were saving the cheez-its!

y/ndevils00 they were my work snack! i need food in order to keep my energy to run around the arena!

jackhughes i give you $30 before every game for you to buy snacks??

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ehaula did you know there’s other players on the team besides your boyfriend?

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_quinnhughes i’ve missed your chaotic energy! can’t wait to see you soon, Dove!!

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jackhughes not once have you said you can’t wait to see me?

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_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 okay?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 i’m lost on what that has to do with me?

lhughes_06 NOTHING! it has NOTHING to do with you!

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 yeah, so it’s irrelevant

nicohischier i hate not playing, but i won’t lie, i love not being on these posts

y/ndevils00 it’s only a matter of time, captain slut!

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When You Call-Part 15

Warnings: So much Smut... Seriously all minors leave, Cursing I believe...

Pairing: Alpha! Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Alpha!Sam Winchester, Alpha!Dean Winchester, Reader

A/N: It has been LITERAL YEARS I'M SO SORRY. A lot of things happened that I wish didn't and I almost lost my spark entirely. Then with @emoryhemsworth, I finally got it back! SO ENJOYY!!

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I don’t think I’ve ever had a rut as long as this one, it was almost 2 weeks long. Y/N’s fever is finally going down too, which is great to hear. Also at the same time, I think my abs now rival that of Sammy’s so that’s also another good thing to come out of this. 

As my rut and her heat started going down we decided to have Sam come back home. As soon as she saw him she jumped into his arms. 

He chuckled as he said, “looks like someone is feeling better…” He brushed her hair back, taking note of all of the color coming back to her features and lack of heat under her skin. 

I smirked as she bounced, showing him the ring. The very same one that he helped me pick for her. He acted none the wiser, though.

I looked at her expression, not being able to remember the last time I felt this happy. When all of this would be a fever dream I’d get during my ruts when I was a horny teenager. Her being mine, us together, my mark on her. That one pipe dream would get me through anything, near-death experiences included.

I felt her circle behind me as she draped her arms over me. I relaxed into the touch.

I couldn’t help but think about what the rest of our lives are going to look like. Did I want to retire at some point? For her? Absolutely. I’ll take a desk job for her safety, for our pups, all of it. I’m getting ahead of myself though. 

“Wow you really did tame him.” Sam chuckled as he walked up to me and bumped fists, “look at him melting and you barely touched him.”

“Dean? He’s a teddy bear!” She giggled. 

I looked up at her as I said, “Nuh-uh I am your teddy bear, no one else’s.”

Sam laughed as he went off to his room to unpack.

Later on in the day as I was doing some research with Sammy, Y/N came in, “hey so I got a call from Jody, seemed urgent. I was thinking we could go and check it out.”

I could tell my demeanor changed just by the look she gave me. We? Hell no.

Sam looked at me, his eyes begging me not to do this. 

I finally opened my mouth, “Jody contacted you? But not Sam or myself. You wonder why, Omega?” It came out darker than I wanted it to, but I can’t help that I want to protect her. 

“She said you guys weren’t picking up. So she tried me, she also sends her apologies but this is one of those things that require the ‘Winchester touch’. Her words, not mine.” I could smell in her scent she was daring me to challenge her. 

“Sam, give us the room.” I ordered, keeping eye contact with her. 

“Dean just-”

“Did I stutter, Sam?” I growled. 

I was looking at Y/n the entire time, “Sam, go and pack, will you?” I said as I looked at her.

I felt her get brave at that, “Don’t talk to him like that.” She barked at me. I could see the hair stand up on her arms. I cocked my head to the side.

She started rounding the table as Sam got up, trying to get into the middle, “Ok we are not doing this right now.”

“I am going on this hunt,” I could hear the annoyance in her voice as I approached her.

As soon as Sam left the library. I got up out of my chair, standing to my full height.

“No you are not. What if something happens to you, huh?!” I chided, “what if you get hurt or worse?! What kind of Alpha would I be letting you go out there and risking yourself?” 

She rolled her eyes, “This isn’t up for debate,Dean.”

There is one look that she does, it’s a cross of ‘get the fuck out of my way’ and ‘are we clear?’, it shuts anyone up. She aimed that shit right at me. My worry and instinct threw all of that out the window though.

My eyebrows went up as I chuckled as I said, “You don’t get to tell me what is and isn’t up for debate, Omega.”

Her eyes narrowed, looking at me from all angles, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just use my title in that tone. I’m also going to pretend that you didn’t just try to insinuate that I am not going to go on this hunt simply because you are my mate.” 

I tilted her gaze to me as I came to a stop directly in front of her, “It’s cute how you act like you’re bigger and meaner than you actually are.” I brushed some hair out of her face as I continued,“At the end of the day it’s just talk and you know that. You know that you are more vulnerable, more… what’s the word…” I trailed off.

I could smell her getting increasingly angry, “Don’t go there Winchester…” She warned. 

“ More fragile.” I saw her gaze narrow…

“Ohohoho you fucked up Winchester.” She laughed… The air coming off of her had a looming presence. I clenched my jaw as she continued, “you know damn well I’m the farthest thing from fragile.”

She started to walk away as I yelled at her, “Not like I’m going to find out because you aren’t going anywhere Y/N” 

All I heard was the slam of our bedroom door. She may hate me now, but at least she’s safe. 

Y/N POV:

Who does he think he is?! I can feel my blood boiling and my mark aching as I went directly against what he wanted me to do. I have been doing nothing but trying to get back to 100% after all the shit that’s plagued my life recently. After he claimed me I thought that this is the signal of things turning for the better. Then I saw that look on his face.

That same fucking face that screamed that he knew better than I did. Never mind that I was the one who brought the hunt to their attention in the first place. Never fucking mind I solo’d more hunts than the both of them put together… Fragile? FUCKING FRAGILE?!

I may be an Omega but I am every bit of Alpha when it comes to hunting. I couldn’t help but feel a heat pool in my belly at the look that he gave me. It made me want to both slap and ride his face at the same fucking time, which does not help me in trying to calm down. 

I decide against destroying our room and instead go to a positive release. I put on my workout bra and my yoga pants and head to the gym.

I was almost in the room but I’m stopped by a wall of a man, Sam. 

“No… Going to blow off some steam?” He asked, willing his eyes to come up to meet my eyes. 

“Y/N?” He asked. I looked up at him and I could tell he was having issues.

“Something wrong, Sammy?” I asked as he blatantly stared at my body. 

To which I chuckled and responded, “Life isn’t fair Sammy, consider it a life lesson!”

“Yeah” I said, making sure to sway my hips just a tad. Was it wrong of me to wag my ass at my future brother in law? Yes… but it’s not like I haven’t done that shit before and as a matter of fact it’s a running joke with the both of us.

“Not fair Y/N.” I heard him scold me.

I heard him laugh behind me as I turned into the gym.

I started off with free weights trying to make sure I keep my form perfect. 

Dean POV:

“What did you say to her?” Sam asked me as he plopped his duffel onto the table. 

I was in the library thinking of how I could’ve handled that better. Once again my foot’s in my mouth when it comes to her. I just don’t get why she’s doing this. Making it hard to protect her. You would think that she would get my apprehension when it comes to her safety.

I smell Sammy come in before I can see him.

I looked at him, his face was red, like he couldn’t control himself. 

“Short story I told her she wasn’t coming with us, why?” I asked. 

“Because I caught her on the way to the gym, she's dressed to kill and looks like she is going to kill our equipment if you don’t apologize.” Sam grabbed my whisky glass and drained it in one gulp, then poured me more.

“She’s doing it on purpose.” I said nonchalantly, “I called her fragile.”

His jaw dropped, “wow… you really are stupid.” he chuckled. 

“It’s not that bad.” I trailed off.

“Oh it isn’t? Do I need to remind you what she did to the last hunter who called her a ‘fragile Omega who needs protecting?’” 

“He had it coming he tried to grab her ass, Sam.” I tried to defend myself.

“What. Did. She… Do?” he punctuated.

“She… she broke his wrist.”

“Right she broke his wrist, his forearm, and kneed him so hard in the balls he had to see a specialized urologist because he wasn’t sure if he could have kids after the damage she dealt out.” Sam shook his head, “You are lucky she loves you because I’d be scraping you off the floor otherwise and I think you know that.”

I huffed as I said, “Yeah I know. I just don’t know how to protect her otherwise.” I ran a hand through my hair as I touched my mark. It's been hurting since I had that encounter with her, like it’s trying to tell me that my other half is not happy right now and I should probably fix that. 

“Listen I’ll take care of the hunt, you stay here with your Omega.”

I looked at him and he continued, “Maybe if you’re sidelined too you’ll understand exactly what you’re asking of her. I’ll see you both in a few days.”

With that he was out the door. 

I shut down my laptop and slammed the whisky Sam re-poured for me. I started walking towards the gym to apologize after I gave her some time to get her aggression out… just in case. 

When I finally made it to the door I saw her there, drenched in sweat, in her workout gear and headphones in. She is going to town on a 200 pound punching bag. She was landing combos on it, punches and kicks and making it sway on its chain. 

I heard her grunts and her breathing. It made my dick stir in my pants. The more I listened in I could hear her saying, “fuckin’ *thwack* fragile..” and “pulled his *right jab* ass out of a unghh *slip jab* collapsing house *thwack* doesn’t sound *elbow strike* Fragile to me *Forward kick*”

I smirked as I watched her, I don't know how she is doing it but she’s pulling off cute and terrifying at the same time. I couldn’t help but giggle at that. The duality of her. I saw her sweat flying as stray strands of hair stuck to her temples, while others formed light curls as they hung in her face. 

I didn’t want to startle her so I tried to walk into her field of view. She looked at me and paused her music, taking off the headphones. 

“What?” She questioned as she went back to beating the punching bag to a pulp.

“Look what I said was wrong, okay?” 

She laughed at that, “I’m not going to stop hitting this bag because it is the only thing stopping me from beating the shit out of you. That is the least I can do.” She glared in my direction as she bared her teeth at me. “You’re lucky I’m even letting you speak after the shit you pulled. You do remember what I did to the other guy that tried to pull that shit, right?” 

“No shit. I pulled you and Sam out of buildings, dragged 200lb bodies, snapped bones with my bare hands, I don’t need you to tell me you were wrong. Because it’s pretty fucking obvious.” She said as she landed another kick on the bag.

“I’m trying to apologize here,” I quipped, “The least you can do is look at me.”

“Sam reminded me.” I huffed.

She looked at me smirking as she went back to the bag, “you fucking heard me.”

“There’s an Alpha I can get behind… well on top of.” She laughed to herself.

My jaw hung open at that, ‘What did you just fucking say?” I had to have heard wrong. 

I growled at her, “I know I fucked up but don’t you ever…”

“Ever what, Dean?” She stopped hitting the bag and started advancing on me, “Let me guess he was the one who told you to fix it? Right? My guess is he left without both of us, right?! He has more emotional intelligence than you could ever dream of possessing. Not to mention that he doesn’t try to fucking pidgeonhole me into being the ‘Perfect Omega’” She spat at me as tears threatened her eyes. 

“Why am I not enough,Dean? I never questioned you. I ran through hell and back for you, yet instead of letting me be me you pulled this shit and the only Alpha who fought for me and what I wanted was Sam. And even saying that makes me want to vomit because I don’t want him. I never did! I want you. I still want you! I want my Alpha to love me the way that I am!” she screamed at me. 

Before I could blink she was out of the room. It took me a second to process, “Don’t fucking walk away from me Y/N.” I spat as I looked into the hallway. 

I made it out there just in time to see her duck into the shower room.

I tore into that room like a bat out of hell.

I saw her starting the shower up as she said, “Take the fucking hint, Dean.”

I screamed at her, “You don’t get to run away after saying all of that shit to me after saying that you’d want my brother to claim you instead of me Y/N, that’s fucking low even for you!”

She looked at me and scoffed, “You are so fucking blind I’m surprised you haven’t gotten lasik.” 

I glared at her as she continued, “I never wanted Sam. I told your dumbass that. I want you to support me, to understand that I will never be the way that you want me to be. I will always run into danger because you run into danger and you are the only part of me that I love! The only part that’s worth saving!”

The next thing I know I’m pinning her to the shower wall and kissing her. I don’t care that we are fully clothed under the spray, my heart was aching hearing her say that… All of those things. I needed her to know what I couldn’t vocalize, the anger of hearing her say those things but not at her. At myself. I felt her trail her hands up my chest and around my neck

I nipped at her lips, begging to be let in, not like I deserved to be in the first place.

I kissed the corner of her mouth as it threatened to frown, “Please don’t hurt me like that.”

Almost immediately her mouth opened for me. I felt her undoing my belt and unzipping my jeans while I grabbed her sports bra and started to take it off of her. She whimpered when I pulled away but as soon as I took it off and ripped off my own shirt. I went right back to kissing her.

I could feel her chest heaving, as whimpers left her, I looked down at her to see her trying to fight tears, I kissed them away as fast as they fell saying, “Please don’t do that,Baby.” 

I kissed her temple, “Don’t say those things about yourself.”

Then her forehead, “You are worth so much more than me, my beautiful fiancee.”

I picked up her hands and kissed them, “My mate.”

I kissed down her chest, “My reason for breathing.”

I brought her pants and panties down her legs, kissing everywhere I could reach, “you save me every single day.”

 Tears threatened my eyes as I kissed up her body, “I love you so much it scares me.”

I looked at her as she wiped my face and I reveled in the touch, “That’s why I am the way I am… I almost lost you. I can’t.. I can’t lose you, Y/N.”

She looked into my eyes as I tried to calm myself, as if she knew what I needed she brought my lips to hers again. Just that simple contact set me on fire. I cradled her head in my hands, as if she’d break if I let go or use too much pressure.

She smiled at me as she did. Once she started working on herself, I grabbed the soap from her. 

I felt her push my jeans and boxers all the way to the floor and I kicked them away. I felt her draw circles on me as we kissed, it was something she just does when she can sense I’m stressed or in pain, sad.

She only broke that kiss to say, “I’m right here,Baby.” She kissed my palms and I went right back to kissing her. When she could sense she could break the kiss she grabbed soap and started working a lather in her hands, spreading it on my body. 

I spoke in whispers to her as I cleaned her, “This brings me back. Back when you need help because of your ribs.” I kissed her shoulders.

I smiled at her, “And I’m yours, always and forever.” I kissed her longer at that. I could smell her arousal as I trailed my hands down her curves. As if on command she trusted me completely as I picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

She smiled at that memory, “I remember. Now look at where we are,” she looked at me with a smile that reached her eyes and a giggle that made my heart skip a beat. “Now we’re engaged. And I’m yours.” she touched her claim mark and kissed the one she left on me. 

I heard her giggling as kissed right under her ear. It’s moments like this that make the hell we went through worth it.

She pulled back and looked at me peppering my face with kisses making me giggle as I told her. “We don’t have a condom here, Omega.” 

She just smiled at me and said, “Good thing that the doctor put me on the pill in case we couldn’t wait. All he asks is that we use protection for the week and a half after we choose to start trying.”

This is my first time actually feeling her, “Shit, you feel so perfect Baby.” There is no other word to describe the way she feels. She’s perfect. 

I smiled as I said, “I completely forgot about that.” She smiled at me as I lined myself up with her.

As soon as sunk her down onto me we both let out a moan at the feeling.

“So are you, I can feel every vein, so good..” Was all she could say, “Made for me, love you so much.”

I kissed her with every ounce of pent up emotion I’ve had, I started moving as soon as I was sure I wouldn’t blow my load early. I want this to last as long as possible, but with how she’s squeezing me I can tell that is a big ask from the both of us, given how we’ve been unintentionally teasing each other this entire time. 

My hands went from her waist to her ass as I kissed and nipped at her neck. I slowly started lifting and guiding her back onto my shaft. When I looked at her I had to bite my lip so hard I nearly drew blood. 

Her eyes were blown out, her kiss swollen lips were open slightly letting out the most sinful moans I have ever heard come out of a person. That’s all secondary to the fact that when I looked at where we were joined, I could literally see an outline of my cock in her stomach. 

I moved one of my hands to the bulge, I couldn’t help but moan at the sight. She followed my gaze and smiled at me. I crashed my lips back into hers as I picked up the pace slightly. The only things that could be heard in the shower room were our moans, the water from the shower, and skin on skin. 

Feeling her squeeze me like a vice while her nails scratched at my back, leaving a trail of delicious heat after them.

Everything started building. Hearing her moans.

Her lips sucking on my skin, her chest sliding against mine.

All of this would make any man cum alone but the cherry on top of all of this was her breathlessly begging me to cum.

“Please, Alpha, cum for me. Fill me up. I need it. Baby please.”

That’s what did it as my knot popped and I filled her completely, so much so that her stomach was distended. 

I came so hard that I had to use a hand to support us on the shower wall. 

When I looked at Y/N I could see that she was still very high off of her orgasm, so I just held her tight to my body, angling her head so that she could scent me. 

‘It’s okay I got you Omega, breathe I got you.” I petted her hair back as I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel for us.

I made sure to cover her first as I walked back to our room. 

By the time I dried us off and peeled back the covers she started coming to…

“De-Dean” 

I smiled at hearing her voice, she is so out of it. That fact that I made her that way made my heart swell a bit. She feels safe enough to let go completely like this, knowing I’ll take care of her.

I laid the towel down for when my knot finally deflated, although I can tell it’s not going to happen for a while. 

I laid her down on the bed with me on top, so no pressure is on the knot and I put the blanket over us. 

I finally got to see her face as I pulled back, “Hey Beautiful, welcome back.” I said as I kissed her nose. 

She scrunched her face and said, “That hit different.”

I started laughing as I said, “you looked like you were  just gone, Baby I’m not gonna lie.”

She smirked and said, “That was an out of body experience right there, I astral projected like Dr.Strange or something.”

I started full on belly laughing as I looked at her I held up two fingers and I said, “How many am I holding up?”

She swatted my chest and she said “Two.” 

I laughed as I got lotion from the side table and moisturized her entire body, getting her to relax. Afterwards, I just cuddled her, putting my head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat as I waited. 

Maybe 20 mins later I could finally pull out. 

As soon as I did I cleaned her up and went to get her water. 

Then she looked up with tired eyes, “Can we cuddle?”

How could I say no to that. The laundry, the clothes, all of that can wait. 

I climbed into bed with my Omega and not even a few minutes later, we fell into a peaceful sleep.

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Alphas & Algorithms - Part 6 - Secrets

A/N: Continued from Part 5. Reader is female and is described as "tall". No other descriptors.

Warnings: It is a Dystopian AU. Food scarcity, hunger, mentions of families being separated. Discussion of non-consensual relationships and unwanted pregnancy. Bullying. Please let me know if I missed any!

--Part 1-- --Part 7--

--Series Masterlist--

Curtis was feeling a little dazed as Y/N led him to what she called "the community center" of the building. He knew it was the temporary mark and Y/N had made sure to make check that he was still okay, still himself. He couldn't deny the fake bite made him think of Y/N in a more romantic way, as evidenced by the fact that he grabbed her hand for their walk.

He was having to check his thoughts a lot more often than usual. Thoughts about how her scent was the most soothing thing he'd ever smelled. About how her smile made him want to smile. It was distracting from his primary goal, finding Stevie. It also made him worry about how brain-dead he might become if he did fully bond with Y/N. How much of himself would he lose?

She stopped and gave him a concerned look and he felt his heart beat faster, knowing she was worried about him. "I'll be okay," he reassured. "This temporary mark stuff is just hitting harder than I thought it would."

She nodded sympathetically, "for what it's worth, the "high" created from bonds, temporary or permanent, do fade. In the case of permanent marks, the high returns during heats and ruts, but you go back to "normal" in between those times."

"How do you know?"

"Because I've seen it with the other Omegas and their Alphas. I saw a bit of with my own parents." The last part Y/N mostly whispers. She hasn't told Curtis everything about her father but it's clear he was not a good man. Before Curtis can bring her in for a hug, she gently shakes herself, smiles and motions for them to continue walking.

Y/N had hoped that the Community Center would be empty. She didn't want the other Omegas to scare Curtis away. Unfortunately, as soon as they stepped inside, she knew Colin and Suzanne were there, too. Y/N took a deep breath and started showing Curtis all of the amenities.

It took all of five minutes before Colin came out of the pool area, "Nil! You've finally gotten yourself an Alpha!"

"Hello Colin. He is not my Alpha at this time. We're still in the courting phase."

Colin laughed, "Oh, Nil, of course you'd want to court. You're so boring and old fashioned. But, maybe when you'll "loosen up" after you finally get laid."

Y/N puts a hand on Curtis's chest. She can feel how upset he is and wants to keep him from starting a fight. The situation isn't helped when Suzanne comes out of library.

"Oh, Nil! You finally got yourself a toy! Care to share?" She takes a whiff and pouts, "oh, you gave him a mark? Ugh. That muddles up his scent. You're just no fun."

"A temporary mark is protocol," Y/N says.

"Yeah," Colin chimes in, "a protocol you set up because you can't handle a couple fights over toys."

"They're not toys," Y/N responds, "they're people. It's cruel to make sport of them like that."

Suzanne snorts, "it wasn't sport, it was just fun. How the hell do you grow up without a sense of humor?"

"Cruelty is not humor," Y/N whispers.

Curtis is enraged but he can feel that you don't want him to act on those emotions so he distracts himself, "why do they call you "Nil"?"

Colin pipes up, "it's a nickname I came up with, myself! It's shortened from "vanilla" for her scent and reminds her of how much we care about her." Suzanne snort laughs at that.

Before Curtis can even growl Y/N smiles at him, "I let them call me that because it's, legitimately, the most clever thing Colin has ever done in his life." Suzanne laughs even harder while Colin's smile drops. Curtis gives Y/N a look that said how proud he was of her that she wasn't just taking their bullying.

"Ugh," Colin interrupts the moment. "She gets one Alpha and she becomes a complete bitch. Unable to take a joke. You don't have to be so mean, Y/N." He stormed out of the center, as Suzanne chuckled.

"Actually, Nil," Suzanne said, "I owe you one." Y/N gives her a confused look. "That spicy Alpha you turned down has been a lot of fun to play with. I love breaking the smart-asses."

Y/N sighs, "I'll never understand the enjoyment from "breaking" someone. He's a person, not a thing."

"You play with your toys your way, I'll play with mine my way," she purrs. "If you ever want to get rid of this one, let me know. I'll happily take him off your hands." When Y/N did not react with a laugh, Suzanne huffed a bit and walked back to the library, murmuring something about "bitch needs to get laid."

Y/N looks deep in Curtis's eyes, "thank you, so much, for holding back. It really means a lot to me that you let me fight my own battles. That you trust me to defend you from them. That...that you'd want to defend me. Thank you."

"Are all Omegas such assholes?"

"One or two of us are decent folk. It's theorized that being a bully is a side effect of our inability to lie. I think that's just the excuse they use to say whatever they want."

"You can't lie?"

"We're...Omegas are..."trained" at an early age to never lie," Y/N tenses as she tells him this. "We can't help the AI if we tell lies. But, let's get back to the tour, yes?"

She takes a step away before Curtis can respond and shows him around the rest of the community center. At the pool Curtis makes a comment about not knowing how to swim and she quickly promises to teach him, if he's interested. But when she opens to the door to the gym, she freezes.

There's a tall, broad, dark-haired Alpha at the punching bags. As soon as he notices their scents, he stops. Y/N says, "so sorry, Frank. Didn't know you were in here. We'll leave you to it."

She closes the door to the gym and tells Curtis they need to get back to her apartment. He tries to ask what's going on but she promises to tell him when they're back at her rooms.

Back at the apartment, Y/N flies to the kitchen and starts getting into her herbs. Curtis follows, wary of some of the stronger smelling ones, and asks, "so what was all of that about? You weren't afraid of that Alpha but you're running away?"

"You're right," Y/N says, "I'm not afraid of Frank. It was more his presence at the gym indicates Peggy's heat is done and she'll need some teas to help with some post-heat issues."

"Isn't that supposed to be an Alpha's job? Or her Beta's?"

Y/N paused, looking sad, "if Frank and Peggy actually cared about each other, or were actually mated, maybe. As it is, neither of them want this relationship." She goes back to work with her herbs as she talks. "Peggy never wanted an Alpha. Never wanted a mate. She refused every scent the AI offered her, hoping she'd be allowed to just skip all of it. Instead, the AI selected the most biologically compatible Alpha and put them together during her heat. The problem is, Frank already has a mate. And children."

Curtis tensed at this information. Separating Packs was bad enough, but damaging mating bonds was unspeakable.

"Because her heats get so rough, she asked me to make some special teas to help her recovery. Her Beta should be around soon to pick them up, so please do keep an ear out for the door."

"Sure," Curtis nods. "I can't imagine bringing a pup into that kind of relationship."

"Well, so far, Peggy hasn't conceived. Per the AI's rules, if there's been no conception after four or five heats, the Alpha is returned to his Pack and another Alpha is selected."

"Does that happen often?"

"Not really. Maybe once or twice before."

Before Curtis can ask a follow up, there's a knock at the door and he goes to answer it. He opens the door and freezes. Stevie.

"Hi," he says, "I'm looking for Y/N?"

Curtis steps back to let him in as they hear Y/N sneezing a couple times.

"You okay, Y/N?" Stevie asks.

"Yeah, Steve, just had a bit of a mishap with some of these herbs," she calls from the kitchen. "This is Curtis, by the way! He's the Alpha that I'm courting."

Steve, not Stevie, Curtis thinks.

Steve looks at Curtis and introduces himself, as if they never knew each other before. He holds out his hand for a shake and, when Curtis grabs it, he feels the note pass from Steve's fingers to his own hand. As soon as he is able, he pockets it.

Y/N comes out of the kitchen, still sniffling a bit, carrying a small box of tea. As the two exchange pleasantries, Curtis gives Steve a hand gesture from ages ago. The hand gesture that asked, do you need me to step in? Steve responds with his own hand gesture, indicating, I've got this. A communication they created years ago when Stevie would keep getting into fights, calling out bullies. It's his little brother.

After Stevie (Steve, he corrects himself) leaves, Curtis feels a bit lightheaded and sits down. Y/N is instantly beside him asking if he needs anything. Asking him what's wrong. He just shakes his head and finds himself tongue twisted. Y/N hugs him and holds him until he can get a handle on his emotional state.

He tries to apologize but Y/N cuts him off. "You never know when you're going to encounter a trigger. Especially if it's of a trauma you thought you'd put behind you." She touches his chin and moves his face to look into her eyes, "I want you to know, if you want to talk, I will listen. If you don't want to talk about it, just let me know and I won't ask. I promise you."

"Why?"

"Not everyone is ready to talk about things. Not everyone wants to talk about things. In my own way, I understand that. And I want you to know, that I will always respect your right to stay quiet as much as I respect your right to speak."

"You really mean that?"

"Absolutely," Y/N nods.

"This might be a bit forward, might be the temporary mark, but," Curtis hesitates, "can I hold you on the couch while my head settles? Your scent is very calming."

"Of course," Y/N says as she leads him to the couch. She sits down and gestures for Curtis to sit next to her. When he sits he wraps his arms around her and brings her close, filling his mind with her scent, centering himself.

After a while he's calmed down and pulls himself away from her. He has to get home.

After the pups have gone to bed, Curtis takes out the note Steve had given him.

Everything said is heard. She protects our secrets. Please protect her so we can protect our Packs.

He shares the note with Andrew and Tanya. No matter how much he wants to help his little brother, he has to think of the Pack. He's not leaving them high and dry. It has to be a Pack decision.

"We'll have to make sure the pups understand on some level," Tanya whispers. "Any chance of making this a more gradual adjustment for them?"

"Her heat isn't for another couple of weeks, that's all the time I could promise."

"Can we get it so that you move with us," Andrew asked. "At least at first, to help the kids with the transition?"

"I don't know. I'll have to ask," Curtis is relieved and frustrated. He had hoped they'd be understanding but part of him had also hoped he wouldn't have to leave. That they'd still ask him to stay and he'd get off the radar of both the AI and the Revolution.

"What do you think he means with that, "She protects our secrets" bit?" Tanya asked. "You said Omegas can't lie, right? And their whole job is to rat out people to the AI."

"The tea," Andrew whispered. "She would've smelled the connection between you and Steve but she just conveniently had a mishap with the herbs she's got years of experience with?"

Tanya perked up, "and some of that tea might be helping get Frank back to his mate. At Peggy's request from the sound of it."

Curtis thinks about everything that happened today. Y/N never said anything untrue. The temporary mark kept the other Omegas from possibly identifying him as related to Steve. He had a lot to think about between now and when he saw her again.

--Part 7--

Tagging @every-username-is-taken-damnit, per request.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

A Golden Spring

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking/god Col, fae Dom, omorashi/piss kink, wolf form play, if you're not catching my drift Col is a shifter in wolf form during sexual acts (just don't want to be questioned about not warning enough), piss play, innocent Dom, cunnilingus, riding Col's face, talks of shifted sex, begging, desperate boys, worry ☠️ rating: explicit ☠️ shared ideas by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Kol'son tilted his head and waited, watching his mate work through the question he just asked and he tried to let the fresh taste of slick on his tongue calm him. He didn't want to lick the boy again and influence his decision but at the same time… he kind of did want to. Nothing tasted better than his wife's cunt- especially when he was whelped. Those dark plush lips parted, those jade eyes lined in coal went wide. If Dom thought he was joking he wanted to be obvious that he wasn't, though his cock throbbing and visible between his legs should have answered that already.

"Y-you want to- to um… on me?" The fae asked, his voice stuttering and barely above a whisper but Kol could scent his desire. It was literally dripping out of him.

'I want to scent mark you. With my piss.' He explained again though that wasn't the whole truth. There was a secret part of him that just enjoyed the thought of the act. It wasn't only his wolf, it was the man in him too. The thought of watching his queen soaked in his golden shower was strangely intoxicating- but thankfully he had the god excuse. It was instinct, not kink.

He'd always been careful with Dom. Of course since they were wed they'd been trying more and more but some part of him would always see his fae as that innocent prince that came to him naked and afraid. Confused as to what an orgasm was. He made damn sure the kid knew of course. As many times as he could. "D-do you even… need to?" Dom mumbled from confusion, his brows furrowed. The Viking almost laughed; it was all so precious. The siren was pink cheeked and nervous, picking at blades of grass around his thighs, his other hand protectively resting over his belly. Kol knew they needed to talk more but they were both in a mood and Modig didn't seem to mind watching Cia thank gods. Baby hormones had Kol's wife flipping from sad to horny in nothing flat and he would always try to care for him. No matter what. It was what he felt he was made for. Though this was just a little more selfish than he normally let himself be.

He did actually- need to that was. Thankfully since the day he shifted and accepted his power into himself he realized he didn't have to listen to his bodily functions if he didn't want to, but at times he forgot to erase the need with magic and he woke up full and desperate. That morning he had kept the feeling though, reveled in the pressure. Sometimes he liked the sensation of being human. Sometimes he truly enjoyed the pain. 'Would you like me to show you?' He teased.

"Yes-" The boy almost choked on the word he was so eager but he swallowed hard and flushed hotter, looking his mate up and down. "Like… in 'is form?" He couldn't help the mental image of a pup marking its territory. He'd seen Kol once or twice pissing on the corners outside their hut when he thought no one was looking. This felt different though. This felt… intense. The softer side of him that loved feeling owned by his alpha was desperate to be claimed by him in every way possible. He'd never thought of it before but he should have. Kol'son was a menace to his hormones.

'Please?' The chieftain purred, dropping his ears to appear more puppy-like and sweet. His control was starting to wear thin, the more he thought about letting go the more desperate he felt to do so.

Dom whimpered and beckoned his daidí closer as he leaned back to put his whole body on display. The god whined low at the sight, his crimson gaze raking from face to feet. He always found his fae gorgeous but there was something special when it felt as if Dom was worshiping him. Or letting him worship but as he trotted closer his boy reached out, holding his hand in such a way it was obvious what he wanted. 'What um…' Kol didn't know how to ask what he wanted to ask.

"Don't you need 'elp directing it?" He asked innocently and the openness almost broke the wolf in two. He could feel himself trembling, the need almost overwhelming and he knew the first drops were already spilling free to bead down his cock and get lost in his fur.

He shook his head though he didn't know why, he always loved feeling Dom's hands on him. He felt like he was starting to vibrate though and he wanted to make sure he covered every inch. 'Just relax. I've got you. You can play with me later.' He soothed, a purr rumbling in his chest as he watched Dom smile shakily and lean back. Those bright eyes closed and his legs fell open. The water was drying on his skin but he wouldn't be clean for long. The wolf moved close, licking over his queen's cheek and part of him thought to say fuck it and take him- he was just spread out so beautifully. The need in his stomach was building too strong however and threatening to burst free but he didn't think it was proper to raise a leg to his mate.

"Daidí please?" The boy begged, reaching for one of Kol's feet to push up as if to demand he do it already. No matter how long they were together the Viking still found himself thinking his thrall was a brat. No wonder he didn't last long as a slave.

The first hot droplets hit Dom's belly and his eyes flew open to watch. He should have known that's exactly where his lover would mark him but it wasn't the only place he wanted to be drenched. His god was trembling, his tongue lolling out. His more human-like cock looked almost hurt- he was so hard but what warmed his heart was how careful Kol was about keeping his leg back. He was always careful to make sure he wasn't hurt. He couldn't help a soft laugh, the golden stream was so hard it tickled over his skin but the drip- drip- drip- slipping down to caress over his core had him shaking.

Kol whined, his boy wasn't just allowing him this- he was enjoying himself, even his hips started to move in little circles as if he could find something to rut against. He moved his target higher, aiming to paint his perfect tits, before splashing his pretty face. He almost choked on spit when the siren caught it between his lips and let it drool back out slowly. When he caught the fae squirming even more he tried to move the stream lower but gods it was hard to direct it when his dick was throbbing so hard.

A yelp escaped Dom when the stream hit his cock, the pressure so strong he knew if the bastard kept it up he'd reach that peak. He was just that easy for his god. He knew he was a mess, writhing under something so filthy like a bitch in heat but it didn't matter. Everything between them felt pure. "Kols fuck- more?" He cried softly, trying to wiggle his hand between his legs but the god snapped at him.

When the river turned to a trickle and the boy was soaked the wolf knew they both needed more. He could barely control himself enough to keep from mounting the boy who finally smelled exactly as he should. Like his. His fangs closed around Dom's ankle and he yanked his legs wider before shoving his face back in his favorite spot.

Dom moaned and buried his hands in blonde fur, trying to pull the Viking closer but Kol was already so close. That cold nose pressed right between his folds and his tongue flicked deep, searching out his spot and old spend.

Kol'son couldn't breathe, he was literally drowning in slick and his own cum, his nose halfway inside his mate's cunt but he didn't need air to live anymore and he wanted to hear his lover scream. His paws dug into the ground below them as legs wrapped around his neck and he tried to get as close as possible as he reveled in the taste of his mate.

Moans and whines filled the forest, the siren was so far past worrying about his voice- he could barely control anything with Kol working him so hard and fast. Whether he meant to or not his nose and tongue filled him almost as much as his cock had before and he stayed on that swollen spot deep inside. His hips wiggled until he found a rhythm, all but fucking down on his god but nothing would satisfy what he knew they truly both needed. "Fuck me?"

That voice he loved so much barely broke through the haze of need and rapture but Kol's ears twitched and he slowed his rushed tongue. 'What? No.' He huffed back only to get his fur tugged roughly between sharp claws. Why couldn't Dom just let him enjoy his meal? He didn't think it was safe but with those cries so loud in his mind it was hard to ignore. Hard to remember why he said no. Could he be gentle enough?

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Sorry this took me so long today and is kind of short and probably not up to my normal stuff. Rough day with that anon but I didn't want that ruining the whole day. I hope this is enjoyable! Like I said, Jinx readers can have a little omorashi as a treat 🖤☠️

[animereaderinsertwriter]

tags/warnings: a/b/o, omega trafficking, omega!reader, post-trafficked!reader, complex discourse on mating vs marriage, breakup then makeup, angst with a happy ending, mention of erectile dysfunction, eventual smut, dubcon elements

song: Careless Whisper

Part II - Part I - ao3

When his phone rang, Shoto was sitting at his own dining room table and contemplating fixing himself a drink.

Or twenty.

His mate was sitting across from him, nattering on about her day. Shoto tried not to be annoyed. It wasn’t her fault that he despised her to her very, very shallow core. It wasn’t her fault that he longed for the true mate of his heart. It wasn’t her fault, plain and simple. He just wished she would stop talking. It would be easier to pretend she didn’t exist that way.

“—and then Brenda was like, slut shaming her sister Bonnie at the office, right,” she said, waving her fork around enough to spatter sauce across the table, “and then when Bonnie walked in, oh my God, it was like—”

She paused for half a second as Shoto’s ringtone blasted. He took the opportunity to stop her gabbing for a while and reached into his pocket for it despite the poor manners of the act, but then everything ceased to matter as he saw the contact name.

(Y/N).

His heart lurched. A thousand scenarios and calculations ran through his mind as he answered the call, each of them both better and worse than the next. The call connected, Shoto answered.

“Hey,” he said, hoping he didn’t sound as desperate as he felt. “What’s up?”

Nothing. There was some shuffling, then the line went dead. A butt dial, then? No— at this time of night, (Y/N)’s phone would be on the charger as she cooked dinner. Well, unless—

Shoto visualized a calendar in his mind and counted the months and weeks. If his calculations were correct, then—

He stood. His mate, befuddled, asked where he was going.

“Out,” he replied curtly. “Don’t wait up.”

Her scent rippled with distress, and Shoto felt physical pain at the harm he’d caused her. With a curt bow, he bade her goodbye, grabbing his coat from the door on the way out. 

Pain didn’t matter all that much to him anymore.

As he walked from his mate’s home to (Y/N)’s new apartment on the east side, his mind raced at the possibilities that lay before him. He hadn’t heard from his wife in months— that she was calling him now couldn’t be because things were going well. Maybe her heat had started and she’d gotten sick, as she sometimes did; in that case, it was plausible that she would have called him out of habit, then changed her mind. Or, worse, it was certainly a possibility that she’d been so sick that she couldn’t speak to answer him. That would make sense if the heat had affected her quirk, as it sometimes did. So often had she used her voice quirk, Scream, to defend herself against attackers during her heat that her body had begun to associate that flux of hormones with vocal damage. All of those options were plausible, possible, even likely. Still, though, one other distinct possibility had lodged itself firmly in Shoto’s mind and refused to leave, drowning out all else.

Maybe, in the midst of her heat, (Y/N) had wanted him.

The thought alone had him half-hard in his pants, which was a miracle in and of itself. During the time that he and (Y/N) had been separated, he had tried to be a good mate, help his partner through her heat, give her the things he owed her as her alpha, but— well. He hadn’t been able to hold an erection for her to save his life. No matter the position, no matter the hormones, it was like— it was like he was broken. No that he cared, or that it mattered. He felt so hollow these days. Perhaps it was for the better. 

Shoto shook those thoughts away. He'd never had a moment's trouble with (Y/N). When he thought of her wet and wanting him, thinking of him, longing for him as she fucked herself with her fingers, comfortable at long last with her own pleasure, he found the idea heavy and heady in his mind, and he felt his body rise to the occasion. 

Easy, he warned himself as he began the climb up the stairs to (Y/N)'s apartment. She might not react well to alpha hormones blazing right off the get-go. Breathe, control it. 

The last thing Shoto expected to find at the end of that last flight of stairs was an open door and alpha scent. Suddenly alert, wary, he spread his hands, summoning flame to light the apartment, and what he found killed any warm and fuzzy alpha desires he might have had. 

(Y/N)'s apartment had been absolutely trashed. Every drawer had been dumped out, every piece of furniture upended; there wasn't a single thing in the place left intact. A few scents, mostly alpha, caught Shoto's attention, and his blood ran cold when he didn't find (Y/N) anywhere within. Gradually, his hero instincts surfaced, analyzing, understanding; shortly after, his alpha instincts raged forth, for once in accordance with his own heart. 

With calm and sure fingers, Shoto dialed his secretary's number. Hopefully he wouldn't be bothering the man at a bad time, even if it wouldn't be the first time Shoto had called in his skills after hours.

"Lee-san," Shoto said when his secretary answered, "I need you to get in touch with the most elite heroes we have access to at the agency. My wife is missing, and I'm going to find her. Send a good tracker with them— I'm not waiting for them when the trail is this fresh."

"Todoroki-san!" Lee interjected, stepping harshly on Shoto's delicate, fraying patience. "Forgive my saying so, but you should wait for backup to—"

Shoto hung up. He didn't have time for nonsense. With purposeful strides, he made his way to the threshold of the door where (Y/N)'s scent was most fresh, and inhaled deeply. Closing his eyes, he allowed her scent— intimate, familiar— to swell, linger in his nose. He opened his eyes, and as he began his descent of their stairs, he could ever-so-faintly catch the scent of his wife lingering in the air. 

I'm coming, darling, he thought, murder on his mind. Hang in there. 

***

(Y/N) came to with her hands tied above her head and slick coating her thighs. A thick gag had been forced into her mouth, a few men— one alpha, one omega, one beta— stood before her, talking amongst themselves. By the time (Y/N) had truly awakened, the three of them had noticed her consciousness, and the alpha grinned at her, voracious and predatory. 

"Good evening, Mrs. Todoroki," he greeted her, his hormones loud and fragrant as he moved closer. "My friends and I have some questions about your husband and his agency."

If (Y/N) could have laughed, she would have. Instead, she kicked wildly out with one leg, attempting to strike at the alpha, but the blow felt short. All she caught was air, and the alpha smirked. 

"We thought that might be your feeling," he said. "To remedy that, we brought a little something that we thought would persuade you to feel differently."

The omega reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small rectangular box. He opened it, revealing a syringe and glass bottle, and panic ripped through (Y/N) as swiftly and violently as a wolf's teeth through sheep-flesh. Desperate with fear, she began to thrash, screaming for help through the gag in her mouth, knowing no one would come. 

This is it, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut. This is how I die. I can't do this again. I can't.

"Do it," the alpha commanded. "Bernard, hold her still."

The beta stepped forward. Once he was within range, (Y/N) unleashed hell, hitting him squarely in the belly, chest, then throat with her foot as many times as she could before she was finally subdued, held at knifepoint by her larger, stronger captor. 

"Hurry up," grumbled Bernard the beta to his omega counterpart. "I can't stand the smell of her."

Despite herself, (Y/N)'s face warmed with embarrassment. A fresh wave of cramps hit her, followed by a rush of fluid, and she closed her eyes once more, wishing to be anywhere else.

There was a sharp, burning pain in her neck as the syringe was inserted. Once it was done, Bernard released her, and (Y/N) felt herself begin to tremble. Hot tears seared her cheeks. Her heart raced, and she felt queasy; it would only be a matter of time, she knew, before she was no longer herself. Hopefully, her years of forced overuse of heat enhancers would give her some level of tolerance to it, but (Y/N) could not doubt the drug's effectiveness. In a few minutes, she would be begging for alpha cock and would do or say anything to get it. 

The humiliation was the worst part, she decided. To be damned by your own biology— how pathetic. 

As her tears fell, (Y/N) thought of Shoto. She wondered what he would think of her; she wondered if he would blame himself. Then, remembering his new mate, she wondered if he would care at all, or if his biology had damned her as well.

The drug was working. (Y/N) could feel her temperature rising, sweat forming on her brow. She twisted uncomfortably, her numb arms and aching shoulders stiff from the abuse of the ropes she was hung from. Her abdomen began cramping once more, and she cried out against the pain. 

Shoto, she thought, her heart longing for the only man she had ever loved. Shoto. 

(Y/N) lost herself. She wanted— she needed an alpha, needed a mate, needed to be bred. She felt that she might die without it. It was hot, it was so hot, it was too fucking hot— there was an alpha across the way, but he was too far. She couldn't move. Why couldn't she move? She was an omega in heat, why wasn't the alpha coming to her? Didn't he want her?

"Oh, yes," she felt more than heard the alpha say. "She'll be ready to talk soon."

Something within (Y/N) stirred. She sniffed the air. She sniffed again, then wrinkled her nose. This alpha was unworthy. He smelled weak, like soured milk and a mother's teat. She couldn't allow this one to breed her; his offspring wouldn't last even a mild summer, much less a harsh winter. Whatever happened, it couldn't be him. She wouldn't allow it. 

But then, she ached. She needed an alpha— needed, needed, needed—

A crash sounded in the distance, followed by gunfire. Another crash, a scream. (Y/N) squirmed, her body sensing something amiss, and the alpha in front of her turned to the door, his scent turning acrid with piss-smelling fear. The door burst open, slammed off of its hinges by an icy battering ram, and then there was a new alpha presence in the room that drew (Y/N)'s full attention. 

Shoto Todoroki— tall, imposing, and deadly— stood before her, emanating rage and raw power. An alpha's growl ripped from his throat, harsh and bone-chilling; (Y/N) keened, her aching body arching, and with a single flick of his fingers, Shoto froze every other man in the room solid.

Now that was an alpha. That was a fit mate, a fine sire for strong pups. It was this one or none, (Y/N) decided. 

The alpha approached her, his strides full of predatory power and grace. He was speaking to her in low, gentle tones made quick by concern, but (Y/N) didn't hear any of it as he wrapped her legs around his waist. Gently, he held her so that she wouldn't fall when he used white-hot flames to sever the ropes that bound her; pressed so close to him, (Y/N) could smell the rising hormones of the alpha, could feel his body responding to hers in the stirring of pre-rut. Once she was free and the ropes slipped from her hands, Shoto removed the gag from her mouth, and then there was nothing between (Y/N) and the urging of her body.

(Y/N) opened her mouth wide and sank her teeth into the flesh of the junction between his neck and shoulder. She bit down hard, hard enough to draw blood, hard enough to truly wound, and the alpha who held her roared in pain. Primitive pride rose in (Y/N), knowing she had shown him her strength; now, he would know that she would be a strong mother to strong pups. Satisfied, she released the pressure of her teeth against the mark, pulling back— but she didn't get very far before her alpha bit her in turn, using equal force and tenacity.

The thrill of the bond crashed through her with all the force and sensation of a broken spine. There was a pop, then acute agony— she whined, high and needy, but her alpha did not release her. He held her there, demanding her complacence, and she willingly gave it, her body convulsing with the force of the bond.

He released her, pulling away. His lips and teeth were bloody, and (Y/N) surged forward, tasting the coppery flavor of her own blood from his incisors. Her alpha turned the motion into a kiss, strong but gentle; his warm hand splayed over her back, steadying her as he tasted her lips, tongue, and teeth. 

"Mate," he said in a soft alpha purr, and (Y/N) could bear it no longer.

"Please," was all she had the coherence to say, and, thankfully, that was all Shoto needed to hear. 

With soft strength, her alpha knelt on the ground, careful to keep a gentle hold of her; with tender kisses, he lowered her to let her back rest on the floor. As she lay trembling beneath him, he took a single flaming finger and flayed open her shirt, then her pants, leaving her entirely bare. As his own clothes got the same treatment, (Y/N)'s thighs and pussy felt suddenly chilled from being so wet and exposed to open air— but thankfully, that discomfort didn't last for long. Shoto stroked his hard cock once, twice, then lined himself up with her entrance and pushed inside. (Y/N) arched into him, unable to think much past full— so full!— and then he was moving, readjusting so that his face was tucked into the mark he'd left moments before and their entire torsos were touching. 

It was in this way that he fucked her. With deep, powerful strokes, he sated the need inside her. There was no hurry to the act, no heated rush; there was only deep, aching fulfillment, a thorough claiming. (Y/N) found herself keening, high and desperate as Shoto licked and sucked at the bond marking over her neck, still steadily fucking her. She came not long after, her body sore and sick with stress but so, so satisfied. 

It was a while yet before her alpha finished, following her into bliss— but when he did, it was inside her, his knot swelling to tie them together until the moment came for them to separate. Exhausted, (Y/N) took comfort in the heavy weight of her alpha draped over her. Wrapped in his warmth, she allowed sleep to overtake her, trusting Shoto with her safety as she rested. 

***

(Y/N) and Shoto sat together in the waiting room of the doctor's office, awkwardly leaving a seat between them as they waited to be called back. 

It had been a week since the incident. Once backup had arrived on the scene to find Shoto and (Y/N) entangled, mated, and wounded by the uncharacteristic violence of their mating bites, Shoto had come back to himself enough to be embarrassed by the state of things. An hour later, sitting at the side of (Y/N)'s hospital bed, Shoto had come back to himself enough to feel bone-deep shame, not at how he'd been found, but at his own actions. How could he have lost himself so thoroughly and with so little resistance that he would risk the life of the woman he loved? How could he have been so stupid, so mindless, so selfish?

(Y/N) hadn't even blamed him, though. When she’d finally woken after a death-like sleep, she had turned her head to him, ever sweet, ever gentle, and said,

“Thank you.”

She had smiled at him then, her eyes full of tears. Shoto had felt sick with shame and unworthiness, but he didn’t have time to say anything back before what little strength (Y/N) had left her, and her eyes closed once more. 

Since then, they hadn’t spoken. Natsuo, ever protective of his favorite sister-in-law, had ensured that Shoto was kicked out of the hospital room and escorted to the police station to give his statement, and the next thing Shoto knew, he was being handed papers saying that he had a new mating bond— a strong, legally binding bond, and apparently, his only bond. After that, he’d been dragged to his old mate’s home by one of her friends and had since been dealing with the aftermath of the violent breaking of such a bond by staying on Touya’s couch and hiding from everyone and everything until the whole thing blew over.

Now, at Natsuo’s recommendation, Shoto and (Y/N) were meeting with a physician to see about the bond— to confirm its existence, the health of the bonded, and the dissolution of any previous bonds belonging to either party. Additionally, they would likely be given the option to dissolve the bond using chemical injections and physical separateness.

Selfishly, Shoto hoped it didn’t come to that. Desperately, he hoped that by some miracle, (Y/N) would look at him once more and see someone worth loving, worth being with; he hoped against all hope that she could still love him despite all that he had done to her.

She hadn’t contacted him during the week, though. She hadn’t said so much as a word to anyone outside of Natsuo, who was still angry enough that he was barely speaking to Shoto. She must be furious, or hurt, or—

“Shoto?”

He looked over to find (Y/N) staring at him, nervously wringing her hands.

“Yeah?”

There were tears in her eyes as she spoke.

“I’m sorry.”

Confused, he blinked.

“For what, darling?”

Her composure broke, then. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her face scrunched, and Shoto could bear the distance between them no more. He moved to the empty chair between them, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, and she wept into his side, all the while still trying to apologize.

“I— keep, like— ruining everything,” she cried, shaking with the force of her tears. “You— you were settled with your mate and then I— and then I called you because I’m stupid and then I— and then I—”

She couldn’t finish. She collapsed in on herself, utterly hysterical, and Shoto held her. Shamefully, there was a small, fervent part of him that was glad to hold her, to have the warmth of her body pressed against him; he felt the urge to press his lips against the still-fresh wound of her mark, to use his alpha wiles to soothe and calm her, but managed to resist, if only by inches.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he told her gently, rubbing his hand over her back. “I’m glad you called me.”

“You— you are?”

She looked up at him, eyes wet and shining with her tears.

“I am,” he replied, squeezing her arm. “Because you called, I was able to find you. I would have died if—”

He cleared his throat.

“If something had happened to you.”

Those were not the words he’d meant to say. He’d meant to say, I would have died if it had been any other man there saving you. If you had marked and bonded another alpha, I would have never recovered.

(Y/N) watched him, her eyes ever-sharp, and she moved to pull away.

“That’s very sweet of you,” she said through her sniffles, as though she hadn’t understood a thing he said. “You’re- you’re always so considerate, but that doesn’t m-mean that you deserve what happened as a result.”

Shoto didn’t think before he spoke. The words bubbled up and came out quite without his permission.

“If you’re referring to the bond,” he told her, staring deep into her eyes, “I’m glad it happened.”

(Y/N)’s eyes grew wide, but Shoto wasn’t finished.

“Maybe the circumstances could have been better, and maybe we could have found a way to hurt one another less in the process, but truthfully, darling—”

He took her hand in his.

“I was miserable before, with that other woman. I hated her and longed for you every waking moment. It might be selfish, but what happened gave me the chance to be bonded to the woman I have always loved, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

(Y/N) stared at him, speechless. She probably hated him now, Shoto thought distantly. She probably thought he was the most selfish, boneheaded alpha asshole—

“Shoto Todoroki,” she said, and her scent began to gather, coalescing aggressively into something wonderful and terrifying, “Do you mean to say—”

She stopped, her throat tightening, and Shoto told her the only truth he knew.

“I love you,” he told her. “I never stopped.” 

In the beautiful, impossible way that only she could manage, (Y/N) smiled like she was seeing color in the world for the first time. She took Shoto’s breath away, and he just couldn’t help himself any longer. He kissed her softly, tenderly, and her hands came up to brace on his shoulders. Her thumb brushed the bite mark she’d left on him earlier in the week, and a growl escaped his lips, drawing attention from the other people in the waiting room.

“Take me home,” (Y/N) said, pulling away to look in his eyes. “I need you, Shoto.”

Shoto tried very hard to concentrate. 

“But the doctor—”

“Damn the doctor.” She brushed her hand over Shoto’s bond mark again, and he shivered. “Take me home. To our home.”

Shoto only needed to be told twice. 

“Let’s go then,” he said, standing. “To our home.”

So they went. 

Afterwards, they talked. They talked about everything— Shoto’s time with the other woman, (Y/N)’s career at the branch office, the feelings they both had about what happened. In the middle of things, Natsuo called, worried out of his mind about their missed appointment, but when he heard (Y/N)’s laughter in the background, he was immediately mollified, telling Shoto not to fuck it up again. In the space of a single afternoon, the misery of six months was erased, long-forgotten in the face of deep, enduring love. 

“It was worth it though,” said (Y/N) thoughtfully. “Everything we’ve been through has been worth it to me to get here, with you.”

Shoto thought about it. He considered the heartache, the anguish, the misery; he considered his current happiness, and the love he bore his wife and mate.

“It was worth it,” he agreed. “You are worth it.”

And so it was.

[hydrate-or-diedrate]

Day 11 of reading homestuck wahoo yippee

Just for fun, I did some doodles during class uwu

Karkat is literally the crybabyest of all the characters so far its adorable. Hes cried like 3 or 4 times now I think and the only other character to have cried on screen did it once lol. Too many feelings for his liddol body so he gets rid of them by yelling <3

My friend was making fun of me earlier because she witnessed me getting a new blorbo in real time x)

Anyway onto reading

Ughhhhhh hi Scratch

Is this scratched CD gag Andrew's way of saying act 5 act 2 was going on for too long/he got tired of writing it normally, or is this concept plot important lol

Not to be a Vriska hater but YEAH TEREZI BEAT HER UP

This truly is fuckin kill murder dead town right now

Goddammit Terezi, I believed in you. I still love and adore you but 😔

And then Rose is trying to take out Jack which I assume will not go well

Scratch what the hell does "8^y" mean? 8 to the power of y, with y being a variable? Or is it just a silly little face? TF

Shut the fuck up Scratch, John's jokes are great

NO SCRATCH YOU DONT GET TO CASUALLY GLOSS OVER THE TROLL'S HIDEOUT BEING DESTROYED I NEED TO MOURN THEM

I LITERALLY JUST GOT THOSE BLORBOS, DAMMIT 😭

Oh okay, so it's 8^y is just 8⁸..?

Woah okay that's quite a few sparkles. Idk man, gotta be at least 12

Okay Vriska go off, get his ass

Okay Scratch it seems you might be suggesting that this (the timeline in which half my blorbos killed either themselves or eachother) is not the alpha timeline

YEAH TEREZI I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT

AJJDGDJKDV KARKAT JUST IN THE BACKGROUND SCARED SHITLESS

Nice dress, Kanaya

GO AWAY GAMZEE

Yeah yeah we get it you're a God or whatever

Vriska stop being so desperate omg

SLICK FFS

Okay Scratch I can respect the beatdown

Hoooooooh boy, hi Karkat :(

And bye bye Gamzee, I see that blood on Karkat's face

Okay so Rose stole the suicide mission, so I'm assuming she's confirmed dead until proven otherwise

Oh? Or not?

Okay, John giving Vriska(dead) a tour is kinda cute

Oh? New denizens lore?

Okay wow there's a lot of these scrapbook pictures to look through

DAVE YOU FUCKHEAD YOU PROMISED

Aww, it's the John that died at the denizen

Dead John talked to Typheus? 👀👀👀

Oh I don't like this hopping around

Uh oh y'all, CueBall is in the backrooms

Wow (past) Gamzee just casually suggesting making out like that's not a big thing for (past) Tavros

Karkat is so mean to himself, poor guy :(

Oh gosh fucked up Gamzee is back

Okay Gamzee so are you saying it's actually YOUR fault?

Okay and now ancestor lore? I really need to make a new reblog before I manage to lose all the stuff I already typed

[saygracejude]

😳🪢🅰️😈🙉🙊🤬🍆🚬 for my boy jude

i am sorry this took so long omfg

😳 what is something your oc is most ashamed of? (sexually, emotionally or mentally.)

shame is a real complex emotion for jude and he has wildly fluctuating feelings in response to it. he can go from feeling intense arousal due to shame to absolutely hating it and acting irrationally to try and rid himself of it. also jude’s feelings on shame have drastically changed in his adulthood; he had a lot of it as a kid but now he views it through a very different lens so he has virtually no sexual shame, tho it crops up now and again in lesser degrees.

emotionally/mentally, the thing that jude’s probably most ashamed of is all the times he’s let other people down. he messes up a lot and he knows it’s cos he’s impulsive and chaotic & he gets a lot of guilt and shame cos of that.

🪢 what is a kink/fetish your oc wasn’t sure on but absolutely loves now?

pissplay. he was introduced to it in a way that he really didn’t like which made him assume that it just wasn’t for him. then he got older and a difference in perspective completely turned his feelings upside down.

🅰️ is your oc an alpha, omega or beta?

see, i feel like jude could easily be an alpha but god, would he be terrible at it. he has no interest in being a leader and is far too chaotic and morally grey to be good at it. but he’d be pretty content being a beta, in his mind, it looks like too much work to be an alpha 😂

😈 what’s the grossest or weirdest thing your oc has gotten aroused from?

…sandpaper

🙉 what does your oc like to hear when having sex? do they enjoy others dirty talking? do they like being loud/others being loud?

jude loves loud sex. he adores all the ways his senses are involved with sexuality, especially sound. he gets very riled up by the noise of fucking - the smack of skin on skin, the wet sound of penetration, the splash of come. but he’s also totally in love with the noises his partner’s make; jude loves loud moans, soft moans, gasps, cries, whimpers, whines, pants, curses, pleas to deities - e v e r y t h i n g. he also loves to hear dirty talk & will often get his boyf lev to say certain things but jude also very much gets off on the spontaneity of the type of dirty talk that comes from minds fevered by intense pleasure. ya know those desperate blurted words you don’t even remember saying after? yeah he eats that shit up.

oh, and he also loves to hear his partner say how good it feels, how good he’s doing. jude can never get enough of the ego boost that praise provides 😉

🙊 is your oc a good dirty talker? do they like dirty talking? what’s some of their favourite things to say during sex?

my guy, jude is the reigning king of dirty talk & you should know this. acknowledge him.

like, it’s difficult to get jude to shut up during sex, even if you do cover his mouth (side note: it’s just difficult to get him to shut up at all). he gets off on his own dirty talk and the response he gets to it so that only encourages him to keep rambling. jude will often tell lev how good he looks, how great his pussy or ass feel, how well he’s doing or how behaved he’s being - he praises lev til the boy’s face is bright red and he’s trying to hide. but he’ll also ramble about how lev’s pussy looks or how bright his eyes look when he’s coming, he’ll blurt fantasies or things he wants to do next, very occasionally he might announce to lev that he’s gonna absolutely devour a burger when they’re done. jude doesn’t really have a filter & honestly, you could probably use sex as a form of interrogation on him cos he can’t stop himself from just babbling all the things in his head.

🤬 does your oc like to be called slurs? would they call others slurs?

he doesn’t really get anything sexually from being called slurs but he isn’t particularly against being called them, it makes him laugh more than anything else. but he absolutely would and does call others slurs & gets off on it too. 🥰

(side note: jude isn’t comfortable with racial slurs & will not use them in any capacity)

🍆 does specific sizes turn your character on? do they have size kinks? specific parts of the body?

fuck yes. jude is mostly turned on by people physically smaller/shorter than him but he can also appreciate people bigger than him too. specific body parts, he gets hard over little hands, tiny tits and small pussies but also loves larger clits & smaller dicks. tho that doesn’t mean he’s turned off by the opposite of those, jude still loves other body sizes & parts - he just has some faves.

🚬 does your oc have any hard limits? what are they?

jude will not wear diapers & has an extreme aversion to being on the receiving end of age play. he’s much more of a caregiver than a little so he’ll happily take part in ageplay from that end cos he loves to look after people.

he also won’t engage in anything that removes his full control but this is a hard limit that only applies specifically to people he considers strangers.

[t0xicbimb0]

Generation Alpha Goes to the academy!

Hello! Yesterday Foxtrot Academy opened its doors for generation alpha to begin their educational journey.

Ambrose, Annie, Alonzo, Alex and Adeline all moved into Greer Hall. (I renamed the building since stream. Growing up Greer Childers' fitness videos had me in a chokehold lol) This building focuses on those who have a passion for fitness and focused intense breathing. This is the only building other than the old Jackson House, which remains uninhabited, the academy could get finished in time for the Summer season.

Right away Alonzo and Adeline felt at home being the fitness sims of the group. They both declared Mathematics as their majors. Those two are not twins but they definitely do everything together. Alex and Annie later on during freshman year declared their majors as Literature and Political Science respectively. Ambrose didn't declare his major until sophomore year as Drama.

Ambrose has been worried about Annie, his best friend, over the past couple of years. He hopes she heals from what her parents have put her through. He couldn't imagine if his parents acted as if nothing was wrong. He definitely hates that his dad is involved in another Black Mesa scandal. They became so close by bonding over being subjected to family turmoil and their identities.

Ambrose met Dongsol (who will be renamed to Ian Gunn depending on how their involvement in the store develops) as he was walking by the dorm, 3 bolts! They ended up having a great date. Ambrose was super excited to finally meet someone to be romantic with since he didn't have options back in high school. He even scored a kiss.

Although he failed the first year he ended up being selected to be the RA at the new dorm; Dali Hall the academy finally finished for the fall terms.

Annie's lingering feelings for Alonzo were addressed. She asked him to talk to her on the dorm sofa after everyone went to bed. She has been struggling with the complications of her parents' marriage. The stress she has gone through has caused her to develop commitment issues. She loves Alonzo. But, she doesn't believe anyone can fully commit. Ask her mom who's having an affair with her dad's best friend or her dad who is having an affair with his boss.

Alonzo and Annie ended up hooking up in the photo booth at the eerie park in front of Greer Hall the evening before their freshman exam. They haven't talked about where their relationship is going since.

Annie and Alex developed crushes on each other after an acr interaction. This made them go from negative chemistry to positive chemistry. Similar to what happened with Alonzo in high school. They had a dream date where Alex asked her to be his girlfriend. She let him down gently.

Annie felt so confused between ignoring her underlying issues, alonzo and alex she failed her sophomore final. Luckily, she has another chance since her spiel to the academy advisors was well perceived. She was granted 50,000 to start her very own chapter of Alpha Gamma.

Alex wanted to reinvent himself for the academy. He let his hair grow to get his iconic cheetah mohawk. His relationship with the other Alphas was nonexistent in high school so he wanted to make an impression. Sure, painting is his passion but he's going to the academy to learn. Literature is what he decided he should focus on while he painted during his freetime.

Alex began to feel guilt for telling his mother about Cal's genealogy. He knows his mother isn't going to stop at getting custody of Celia. The stress and disconnect from literature caused him to fail freshman year. Raven Sauce turned up at the dorm to tell him she's going there in the fall. He may have only went out with her once but he still has feelings for her and was excited to have her close by . Annie and him also had a moment together but he is unsure where that is going to go if anywhere since she didn't want to be his girlfriend. He thought he did enough to finally pass freshman year but Alex ended up being expelled from the academy. He took out a 25,000 loan to get a house because he couldn't bring himself to ask his dad for help and wants to keep his distance from his mom if he can help it.

Alonzo was surprised when Annie kinda pushed herself on him. He knew they had a little past from high school but he didn't realize she cared about him like that. He fell in love with her and failed his exam that was a few hours later. His head became mush. He wonders if they'll go out now or just leave that night as one to remember in the past. He knows Annie better than anyone. She's jaded. He saw her hanging out with Alex in a more intimate fashion so he's leaving it up to her. He loves her and will regardless of what Annie decides to do.

He was able to pass freshman year and remains in Greer Hall with his other best friend, his sister. Since his sister couldn't meet standards last term he will be the only RA of Greer Hall. He's hoping the incoming Beta generation will be needing help with their college assignments.

Adeline kept to herself most of the rotation. While her friends were busy mingling, she remained focused on fitness and her studies. Even though she did end up falling short the last semester leaving her on academic probation. She may have let her loyalty to her brother run a little too deep.

She's been thinking about what she wants to do after the academy. A gym that focuses on aquatic fitness seems to be the direction she's headed. She wants to bring up her vision to Alonzo so he can be her business partner.

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

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“Why would I choose, when anyone can see the two of you come as part of a package?”

That’s what she said. Those were the words that changed my life.

Until then Jules and I were friends. Best friends only. Best friends since before we could remember. We had to be. We were the last two wolves born into an aging pack. Our pack was secretive and a little backward, but we had a great life. Sure, our alpha was a bit of a douche, but all alpha’s are douches. Everyone knows that. Thank God, Jules and I were both going to be beta’s.

The night new-girl, Storm, refused to choose between Jules and I, changed everything. The way I looked at him changed forever. He went from my goofball best friend, to being the hottest creature I’d ever seen. At the time, I thought it was the end of the world.

It wasn’t the end of the world...It was just the beginning.

Then our first shift happened, and confusion hit harder.

Why was one of us acting distinctly douche-y? And why was the other running a fever and pleading for things only an omega would want?

The First and The Last is a paranormal omegaverse MM romance. It features a bi-awakening that happens during a shared experience with a woman. It contains a dash of knotting, a pinch of gratuitous violence, and a heat that’s hot enough to put your eReader at risk of melting. This story does not contain MPREG.

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[radiant-reid]

An Ironic Position

Summary:

pls the episode in season 6 with the swingers and how the wife won’t talk to hotch and rossi bc they’re alpha males and spence offers to talk to her bc he won’t be a threat? can you do a lil fic of that and him walking out of that house and smirking at you knowing the “not an alpha male” thing is all an act he’s def a different person behind closed doors & emily or whoever catches on I-

A/n: I did take out some of the dialogue

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Smutty 18+)

Content Warning: lots of implied sex | dirty talk | switch!Spencer and switch!Reader | Spoilers for 6x04

Word Count: 1.2k

Masterlist

The team knew they were so close when they reached James Thomas' house like they were finally going to be able to catch him before he hurt anyone else.

The disappointment came with Mary-Anne. The naive, denying wife was definitely holding something back about where her husband was.

Hotch had directed Rossi and Morgan to try and crack her first, crime scene photos and all, but from the look, Rossi shot Hotch, it was clear they weren't getting anywhere. The BAU knew how vital it was to stop him as soon as possible, and the key to that was cracking his wife's defensive attitude.

"She's not going to give him up," Hotch announced to Y/n, Spencer, and Prentiss standing in the hallway. Although anyone not part of the BAU wouldn't know, his stoic expression had underlying marks of concern.

It was up to the four of them to figure out how to do that. Spencer came up with the plan, hinting at it by asking for the crime scene photos. "If the unsub did kill someone in those files, it's most likely the father of her child." He went on to explain while Hotch, Prentiss, and Y/n listened.

Hotch was the first one to see the risk in it. "If we show her the files and he's not in there, we could lose her for good." Hotch countered, even though he was definitely considering it from the look on his features.

"Yeah, but if the father is in there, it could shake her loose," Prentiss replied, seeing Spencer's strategy as the only one that would work.

Y/n nodded, adding on to her comment. "That baby is the only thing she would prioritize over her husband."

Spencer shot her a quick look, his eyes lingering on her longer than his focus on Prentiss or Hotch. He looked back at Hotch just before it was too much. It was more than a well-practiced routine between the secret couple of 6 months.

"I think I can do it." Spencer declared. "I can get her to cooperate."

Hotch frowned at him, prepared to let Rossi and Morgan continue with the new strategy. "How?"

"Right now, two alpha males are in there attacking her marriage. But I'm not a threat. I think she'll listen to me." He explained his theory, waiting for Hotch's approval and the crime scene photos to set his plan in motion.

Y/n knew he was implying he didn't look dominant, and she had to place a hand across her mouth to not laugh. If only Mary-Anne knew the things that Spencer Reid was capable of. His boyish haircut and endearing features gave everyone the impression he was innocent, but they had no idea just how kinky he was. It always entertained Y/n when he turned the persona off seconds after they were alone. Just how quickly he could go from looking submissive next to Hotch or Morgan while interrogating an unsub to having her fidgeting in her chair with the promises of what he would do to her that evening.

She didn't go back into the room until Spencer was walking out of the room, phone in hand as he announced where the unsub was going to be. He'd figured it all out in mere minutes and, as always, Y/n was immensely proud.

But he knew her well enough to know where her thoughts had gone. Directly to the late nights turned early mornings, the plethora of things they'd tried, and the secret rendezvous in hotel rooms during a case.

Once everyone had walked off, and the hallway was quiet, Spencer placed a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Looking a little bit hot and flustered there, doll."

She could feel it too, both in the heat of her cheeks and the dampness in her underwear. God, she could not wait to fuck him, and she showed him too by the big fuck-me eyes fixed on his.

Spencer didn't need to continue, but he did. "It really turns you on when I put on an act, doesn't it?" Y/n couldn't do anything but dumbly nod as he stroked over her cheekbone. "Yeah, knowing I could come out here and tell you to get on your knees, and you'd suck my dick." The dirty words, as always, weren't doing her any favors in keeping her mind off their filthy encounters.

Somehow, it had slipped both of their minds that Emily had been in the room with Spencer. And walked out into their heated moment. It was crystal clear to her what was going, but she had to clear her throat before they realized she was there.

Both wide-eyed, like they'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, they met her darting eyes. Spencer stepped back from Y/n like it would make them look less guilty. It didn't.

Emily attempted not to laugh at Spencer's clenched teeth, but it didn't work. "I must be a terrible profiler because I had no clue." She stated, trying to think back to any signs of them being a couple. "How long?"

"Six months," Y/n replied, biting the inside of her cheeks.

"Four days, twenty-one hours, and eleven minutes," Spencer added, earning himself an elbow in the ribs from Y/n. "Ouch." He complained, looking at her with his bottom lip sticking out.

Emily could see it then, just from the sparkle in his eye when he looked at her. "We don't really have time to talk about this now." She realized, making Y/n and Spencer remember they were in the middle of an arrest. "But there's going to be a lot of talking once Morgan and Garcia find out."

That sent their expressions back to shock. "Wait, no, please don't," Spencer begged, walking after Emily as she left the house.

Y/n followed, nudging his shoulder and flashing him a smile. It was enough reassurance for him to know everything would be okay. Even though they were going to get teased relentlessly once they were back in Quantico.

Emily shook her head at Spencer's plea, ruffling his hair. "I'm happy for you both, but you know I have to." She joked. The couple did know it was only fair she gossiped to Garcia and Morgan. Between the five of them, there were few secrets.

"Just not Hotch." Y/n requested, not loving the idea of the unit chief finding out about their heated moment. Worse than being embarrassing, it could get them in trouble.

"Deal." Emily agreed, sticking her hand out to shake Y/n's before leaving the two of them standing together outside the Thomas house.

It was Y/n that time moving Spencer's face. Two fingers on his jaw, forcing his eyes to lock on hers. "I like it when you beg like a submissive little bitch." She joked, smirking cockily at him. Spencer rolled his eyes, knowing he didn't have the upper hand. Those chocolate brown eyes with inappropriately full-blown pupils could have her doing anything. "Be careful, sweetheart. Or I'm going to be the one in charge tonight."

Spencer knew just by her tone that she'd decided who would be giving the orders, and he could not wait.

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Steve Abnesti:

Pretty Mouth: Summary: While on holiday you’re invited on a yacht with some very rich people. Steve catches your eyes and with the help of some N-40 you two are immediately attached to each other.

Pretty Mouth Pt2

Nightmares

All for you: Summary: Jeff got to use N-40 with Y/N. Afterwards he can't help but want to do so once more. When he mentions so to Steve, Steve gets furious. Dosing him with Darkenfloxx and calling Y/N to watch.

Distractions: Summary: After Jeff discovers Steve’s plans, Steve panicks and Y/N is forced to pilot them to safety.

Free Fridays: Summary: There are many things you miss about the outside world. And after an incident with Rogan, Steve makes sure do get Y/N out of the Spiderhead

New boy:  It's smut, except you're cute and tiny

Prove it: Steve corrupts an innocent reader. 

Blossoms-PotO Fic

Summary: A young author travels away from her family to The Opera she has heard so much about. She lost and confused and yet still seems to get a job there as a cleaner. Yet when she meets a mysterious man there, everything changes. Her mind is entirely consumed, but will she allow her burning need for him consume her life as well? 

The Mandolorian

Hold Still: Summary: During a long flight, Y/N gets bored. While Din tries to reward Y/N for their good behaviour so far, they get interrupted. Now Din has to get them out of harms way, all while inside Y/N.

Little onesies: While on your way to Tatoine Din gets you ready

Salvaging: Din decided you are far to pregnant to help with his bounties, but he does let you watch.

Henry Cavill

New Thrill: Summary: Being annoyed with all the gaming Henry’s been done recently, you act out wanting for attention. He makes sure to give it to you, all with his dear friend on the phone.

The inevitable: Henry helps you through your medical problems

Dirty: You’d come to set to bring Henry his lunch, only to find him rolling around in the mud. You can’t help but take laugh and take a video.

Kal’s Sixth Sense: Henry notices that Kal has been acting weird lately. Following you around everywhere. When those two pink lines shows up on the pregnancy test, things makes sense.

Treat yourself: You plan on going to the shop, grabbing some money from Henry’s wallet to see how he reacts.

Surprise: You and the interviewer make plans to surprise Henry while on his busy press tour.

Between two Gods: In a world with Alpha, Betas and Omegas, you never thought you'd find your true mate. But you did, but it turns out to be mates. And not just any two Alphas, the strongest two Alphas on earth (and some galaxies.) Come join us as you tackle the life of being mates to thor Odinson and Superman.

Cuddles for breakfast: You and your daughter surprise Henry for father’s day.

Thor Odinson:

Snippit: (Drabble taken from wip) Thor always seems to know where is his lover, Star is. His mother finds it simply adorable how close they are.

Snippit 2: (Drabble taken from wip) Thor takes Star (oc) to a clearing in the forest with a lake. Where he worships her body and declares his love.

Thundering return: (dark!thor x slave!reader) Thor comes home lustful after a heavy battle in need for a release. (Basically just smut)

Thundering return request

Galaxy of Stars: The Light Elves are told to live forever. Avoiding age for millennia, becoming over 5000 years old before growing feeble and fragile. And so at the age of 600, Star lived when Thor was born. Not that it mattered much, she herself was still considered incredibly young. A small thing, still a babe.

  You’d expect Star to live a ravishing life. Marrying another royal, growing a family and a kingdom. Being a beautiful, power princess you would believe nothing else to happen.  Yet, Star lived a truly tragic life. Living through one painful experience to the next. She left an impact on everyone she met and somehow still died a horrific death.  

Perhaps, however, I am telling you too much? Just maybe you would like to find this out all on your own. Through the power of storytelling, I could just convince you that her life wasn’t as painful as it truly is. But I do not wish to undermine the pain she went through. As she lived it, so will you. 

So many allergies: During a party, you become small and eat something you shouldn’t and have an allergic reaction. Thor has to come in and save the day

Between two Gods: In a world with Alpha, Betas and Omegas, you never thought you'd find your true mate. But you did, but it turns out to be mates. And not just any two Alphas, the strongest two Alphas on earth (and some galaxies.) Come join us as you tackle the life of being mates to thor Odinson and Superman.

Sweet Savagery: All your life, Thor's blue eyes have haunted you. You believed you outran him, but now all your hopes come tumbling down.

Lewis Hamilton:

The final push: You and Lewis have been friends (turned lovers) since forever. When he’s struggling on his race he asks to talk to you on the radio. Believing you to be the only thing that could help him.

Matchmaker: Seb is the one who set you and Lewis up, it’s only sensible you honour him somehow.

Fast Pace: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Le Chiffre:

I’ll take care of you: Your gambling father actually won a poker match against Le Chiffre himself. In a bout of anger, Le Chiffre decides to take revenge

Captain Rochefort

The Captain: When Captain Rochefort enters the tavern you work at, he seems to take a liking to you.

The Desire to be Loved: Love is Desire's first creation. As Cupid she shoots her arrows of love and rips them from people's hearts too. Occasionally, shooting a soulmate arrow. What does she do when her first Soulmate arrow in 100 years is between Cupid and Dream?

Over-ripe: After an exhausting night, overwhelmed by the crowd and meds, Elvis stumbles onto the wrong floor. Where he finds an omega, innocent, sweet like over-ripe fruit, ready to be plucked.

Request: So the reader is a part of a kpop girl group and her and Chris are dating secretly...he was also seen attending the readers group concert but the fans thought it was just because they are good friends that's why but reality is something that they are dating but fans some how people find out and start freaking out lol...... I'll leave the ending to you

Blurb: Indiana travels back in time to when his wife was still alive. (angst)

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Feral (Part 8)

Summary: The reader is recovering from being given the wrong medication and comes to learn exactly what happened in the room from Dean. Dean and the reader decide the best thing for Dean going forward is for the reader to stop treating him like a patient and instead like a future mate...

Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 4,200ish

Warnings: language, angst, violence, mention of kidnapping, heavily implied abuse (non-graphic), masturbation

A/N: Enjoy!...

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You woke up in a bed, turning your head slowly. You must have passed out in the backseat. You blinked a few times, shapes on the edge of the room focusing. Sam was there, talking to an older man. No Dean though.

An IV was in your arm and you followed the tube up to a bag filled with blue liquid. 

“You’re awake,” said the man when you saw the heart rate monitor.

“Is that Beta Nox?” you asked, sitting up easily, your shoulder feeling a hell of a lot better too.

“It is. Samuel said you were in the medical field.” 

“Yeah. How’d you get your hands on that stuff?” you asked. “And have it at home.”

“He’s the head of surgery at one of the largest hospitals back in the city. Dr. Goulding offers...private appointments for a fee,” said Sam. 

“Whatever. This shit feels good,” you said.

“Your dislocated shoulder should be good as new after you’re done with the drip.”

“Oh if it’s Beta Nox I’m sure I could stop right now and be fine,” you said. “Here I thought this was for patients in critical condition.”

“You fit the bill. Omega’s aren’t meant to go feral. Sam, it’ll be another fifteen minutes before you can head home.”

“Thanks doc,” he said, the doctor leaving the room. “You kinda almost died.”

“I would be if what I’m guessing is your neighbor didn’t have a side business going.”

“Doctor said you were in a partial feral state which Omega’s can’t handle. The drugs probably sent you into a full on one, made you black out possibly?”

“I did for a few seconds I think. Where’s…” you trailed off. 

“Home. No one knows. He has a bruise on his cheek.”

“I think I got angry and slapped him when I was feral. When I came out of it he was terrified of me.”

“He blames himself for this when I’m the one that fucked up getting the wrong medicine. Shocker.”

“Sam I don’t know how the hell he handles it all. I have zero idea of what I did those few seconds. He spent years of his life like that. Sometimes during the day he falls into that. No wonder he’s so on edge all the time.”

“Y/N you’re the doctor not me but he’s always gotten better, seemed calmer, when you acted like his friend, not his doctor.”

“You said he’s always been a little…”

“Yeah. But I know this is different. I don’t know how to help him.”

“Be his brother. His best friend. That’s all he wants. Someone that loves him, will protect him. I don’t know if he’ll let me back in after I screwed up like that.”

“He went feral when you passed out,” he said quietly. “But he was more...protective than violent if that makes sense.”

“I get what you’re saying. It’s just...being feral is his safe place. When an Alpha thinks like that it is very hard to get them to undo it and that’s in a clinical setting. Out here it’s ten times harder.”

“Yeah but you’re his true mate. You’ll get through to him.”

“Sam.”

“A week ago he was constantly feral. Tonight he’s home, dressed, fed and healthy, waiting for his family to come home. It’s working. Maybe not like how it would at a facility but it’s working. Please don’t give up on him. You’re all I have. All he has.”

You tilted your head, Sam opening his mouth.

“I can pay you to stay,” he said. “I know he hurt you and screwed up. But-”

“I’m not going anywhere and I’m going to forget you just said that. I’m not here for money or...of course he’ll make mistakes. I don’t blame him. It just got so much harder because I had to go and slap him.”

“That wasn’t you though.”

“Tell that to Dean,” you said, eyes catching the IV bag nearly empty now. “Let’s just try to have a normal night when we get back. We all need it.”

The rain turned into a thunderstorm as the evening went on, Sam absentmindedly saying maybe tomorrow night you could try for a bonfire. Dinner was made when you got home, the house clean from head to bottom. Dean’s bedroom door was shut and you let Sam approach him, slipping inside the room after he knocked. You ate dinner alone at the counter, Sam coming down to grab a few plates for the two of them, the boys choosing to eat in Dean’s room.

Sam stopped by your own room later on in the evening to let you know Dean was okay, just tired. He went down the hall to a room he would be using, the house still and quiet. You sighed and sat down at your computer, opening your patient notes, staring at the blinking cursor.

The words above caught your attention and you started to read through everything you’d written so far. You’d very much stopped treating him like any other patient quickly. It was clear in the word choices, the shift of using his name instead of patient. 

And you had to go and fucking slap him.

Your head dropped, hands going to your face as you rested your elbows on the edge of the desk in front of you. You didn’t want to get upset. You made a mistake and had to figure out how to fix it, get Dean to trust you again. It was that simple.

But shit something ached deep inside the pit of your stomach. You hurt your future mate. You hurt the person you were supposed to be helping heal. 

A pair of hands on your shoulders made you flinch, eyes squeezed shut.

“Go away Sam,” you breathed out.

“I can smell you all over the house,” said Dean. “You’re still hurt.”

“I’m fine now.”

“You’re still hurt,” he said, voice a sliver harder. You forced yourself to turn in your seat, his face far softer than you were expecting and sporting the smallest of bruises on his cheek. “I thought I was taking care of you tonight.”

“I’m so sorry I hit you. I can’t-”

“I was not scared you hit me. I fucking deserved it after talking to you like that.” You stood up, shaking your head.

“You never deserve that. Never.”

“I pushed your fucking buttons. I knew exactly what I was doing.” You blinked, dropping your jaw. “Can’t blame a guy for trying to push you away.”

“You pissed me off on purpose.”

“Yes. For the record, you didn’t even slap me. You just...went feral and you started to fall off the bed and you smacked me on accident on the way down. Completely innocent. What scared me was realizing I gave you a PBP because even a kid knows that’s deadly if you take the wrong one. I thought I’d killed you. That is why I shut down like that. So stop fucking crying. You didn’t hurt me. You’ve never hurt me.”

“Well it wasn’t your fault. It’s an accident. The stairs and the wrong medicine were accidents.”

“If I hadn’t gone feral this whole fucking mess could have been avoided.”

“Dean I get that it is not something you can control. I didn’t even know what I was doing when I was in it for a few seconds. If you…”

“If I what?”

“You’re so stressed about stopping being feral. Stress is a trigger for going feral. Dean it takes months, years even, to get over mild cases of feral states. This is not going away tomorrow or next week. It might never go away. That is what my job was. Helping Alphas recognize when they were about to go feral so they could get themselves in safe places until it passed. You can have a normal life and still be prone to feral states.”

“So I’ll always be dangerously psychotic.”

“No. You are a mild case with potential for severe swings. Do you know what that means in real world talk? It means we’d be starting the process of introducing your family or getting you set up with a family. It means you’d be getting ready to go home, without a doctor by your side.”

“I went feral so many times today.”

“Yes but you’re aware during them. That’s the key difference. You just...you just need less stress in your life and I feel like I’m the one causing it now.” 

“You’re not. You’re the only thing that’s made me feel good in years. I got you and I got Sam. That’s all I need. I don’t think I know how to say what it is...I don’t trust myself is the thing. I killed people Y/N. What if I get angry one day and do that to you or Sam?”

“Normal people kill people all the time. We both trust you. We are not afraid, Dean. What we want is for you to be happy again.”

“You gave up your whole life so I could be happy again?” he said.

“They were gonna kill you. And you didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve that for being scared. You’ve spent more of your life under someone else’s control than not. Of course you’re scared. I wanted to protect you.”

“But why?”

“Because you deserve to have someone protect you, where you can feel safe. I didn’t expect...this. I just wanted you to be happy,” you said, voice cracking. He cupped your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen. “I’m supposed to look after you.”

“No more doctor and patient. No more. Just you and me. Please.” You leaned up and kissed him, Dean wrapping an arm around your waist. He pulled you tight to his chest and picked you up, carrying you down to his room, never breaking his lips away from yours. He lay you back on the bed, hovering over top of you, head radiating off of him. Thunder cracked and he sat up, straddling your hips. 

“Come back,” you said softly, reaching up for him.

“I can’t claim you until…” he trailed off. You propped yourself up on your hands, Dean rubbing the back of his neck. “I want this fucking thing off of me.”

“Maybe Sam can get a hold of a key tomorrow. Tonight just...just come here, Dean.” He leaned back over top of you, dipping his head low. He made a face and you looked between you, Dean’s pants forming a tent. “Hey it’s okay. That’s perfectly normal. Keep kissing me please.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled when you caught his lips with yours, soft and gentle with him. Dean decided to lay on his back and turn his head, relaxing more as you took the lead. You almost threw a leg over his torso but stopped yourself. He wasn’t there yet and you weren’t pushing him. 

“Dean I made some-” said Sam, Dean sitting up as you looked back over your shoulder at Sam in the doorway, a bowl of ice cream in his hands. He smiled, setting the bowl on the top of the dresser. “Made some ice cream for you. Sleep good. I’m down the hall if you need me.”

“You can stay,” said Dean.

“Pretty sure this is your first make out session. I’m gonna let you enjoy that one,” said Sam with a small chuckle. He quietly left, Dean raising an eyebrow.

“Isn’t it my second one?” he asked.

“Yes but Sam doesn’t need to know that,” you said. You rested your head back down, Dean laying back. “Go ahead. You try.”

He leaned in close, his lips a little rougher on yours than you were expecting. He moved faster, harsher, but then he was backing off, finding a slower, deeper rhythm he was enjoying if his little hums were anything to go off of.

He made the pleasant sound again when you played with his hair, Dean smirking and rolling his hips absentmindedly. But as soon as he started to quicken his pace, he broke off, kissing the tip of your nose, your cheek, your neck. 

Over your bonding gland. He bared his teeth to the skin but only held there briefly before kissing it once more. 

“I like that,” he said, his scent as relaxed as you’d ever smelled it. “A make out session.”

“Most people do,” you teased. “But I can tell you’re holding back.”

“I have some urges. I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I don’t even know what the hell I’m supposed to do in the first place. Everything sexual I’ve ever seen I doubt was healthy or correct.”

“You’re probably right. I’ll have Sam pick up that book for you tomorrow too unless you’re comfortable talking to him about that kind of thing. But for now how about we do the other fun part after making out or anything like that.”

“What’s that?” he asked as you wrapped your arms around him, tucking his body close into yours. 

“Cuddles. Cuddles are the shit,” you said. He rested his head on your shoulder, humming to himself as he curled into you.

“I agree,” he said, his scent turning a sliver softer, a strong undercurrent of something familiar in there. “You smell like this pie my mom would make at thanksgiving. That was such good pie.”

“Pumpkin,” you said, getting a light whiff off of him. “You know memory scenting only happens when you’re feeling very relaxed.”

“Well you smell like pumpkin pie too. I suppose we can be mates now,” he said. You stuck out your tongue, Dean laughing to himself. “What’s your scent memory of?”

“My dad and I went to New York City for a weekend when I was a kid. It was in the fall and we were gonna do all this fun stuff but it just poured and was freezing cold and we ended up in this diner. He was disappointed but I had this hot chocolate and a piece of pumpkin pie and it was kinda the best day ever. Just hanging out with my dad. He would have liked you.”

“What’s the diner?” he asked.

“I have no idea. It’s somewhere near a park is all I know. I think he was thinking about moving there, getting sole custody of me and taking me away from my mom. My life would have been different if he had.”

“I’d be dead if he had,” said Dean. 

“Yes you would. It worked out the way it was meant to in the end.”

“Do you think I was meant to get kidnapped?” he asked. There was no harshness in his voice, only a slight curiosity.

“I don’t think you were meant to but I think true mates are meant to find each other and we wound up on paths that put us together. You saved Sam and instead of becoming some corporate lawyer like I’m sure your father wanted, he’s helped so many Alphas. You didn’t just save Sam that day. You saved hundreds of Alphas. You’re sort of a hero.”

“I’m no hero,” he said, turning to lay on his back.

“You saved Sam. You will always be his hero.” He rolled over, green eyes staring into yours. “You’re a good man. You were one before you were even a man. Be proud of that Dean.”

“I’ll settle for being proud of him.” He sat up and back against the headboard, pulling you into his lap. “And proud of you. Both of you help people. You’re the ones to be proud of yourselves.”

“I would settle for having a happy mate.” Dean rested his head on your shoulder, hugging you from behind.

“He’s happy tonight. No guarantees for tomorrow.”

“I’ll take tonight. So do you want to eat that ice cream over there?” you asked.

“Yes please,” he said. You got up and handed him over the bowl, feeling a slight wetness between your legs. “Want some?”

“I think I’m going to take a real quick shower if that’s okay? I feel kinda icky after being at that guy’s house earlier and stuff,” you said. “I’ll get a second bowl when I’m done?”

“Okay,” he said. You paused at the bathroom door and smiled. “What?”

“Mind if I wear one of your shirts to bed?”

“Not at all,” he said. 

“I’ll be right back,” you said, slipping inside and closing the door after yourself. You took a deep breath and undressed, picking up your slick soaked underwear and running it under the water, wringing it out to dry. You shook your head and walked through the bathroom to the closet, plucking a shirt off the hanger and finding a clean pair of his boxer briefs to change into after you washed yourself up. 

You hopped in the shower, not thinking much of it until you noticed how meticulously neat and organized the bottles were, his vanity in order. Even his laundry basket looked tidy. 

“Well...better than the alternative I suppose,” you said, stepping under the water. You were quick, out and dressed in under fifteen minutes. When you opened the door you saw the empty bowl on the nightstand and Dean with his pants down, hand in his lap. He jumped, tugging his shirt down over himself when you stepped out. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No I um...I was done.”

“Did you orgasm?” you asked.

“How do I know…” 

“Then you didn’t cause you know. Do you...want me to help explain?” you asked. He nodded and you took a seat on the other side of the bed, giving him his space. He let go of his shirt, his hard cock a little bit red from where it stood out. “Shower and a grower.”

“Huh?” he said as you shook your head and reached into the nightstand drawer. You grabbed a small bottle and held it out to him. 

“This is lube. It’s not exactly necessary for guys but it can make it more enjoyable. Just squirt a little in your palm and rub it over yourself. You look like you were figuring it out so I’d just keep going. Your skin won’t get irritated now,” you said.

“Thanks,” he said. He set the bottle back down and you looked away. “Am I doing it wrong?”

“No. Just thought you might like some privacy,” you said.

“Yeah but it’s you,” he said. “You can watch if you want. Honestly, please do.”

“Alright,” you said, turning your head back. He started to move his hand up and down, jerking it a bit too roughly. “You don’t have to go so hard if you don’t want. It’s not a race.”

“Okay,” he said, slowing down, getting his hand over the tip a few times. “That feels...tingly.”

“Yeah. It does. It’ll feel good real fast and you might feel like a pressure build up. It’s a bit confusing at first but you go with it. You don’t have to go all the way to orgasm too. It’s a little overwhelming the first time.”

“I can...tell…” he said. He backed off completely for a moment, resting his hands on his thighs, calming down before he started up again. You excused yourself to go get more ice cream and let him explore, by the time you were returning he was laid back on the bed. “That was...no wonder people like sex so much.”

“It is fun. Playing with yourself is fun too,” you said, setting the bowl on the nightstands before getting a wet washcloth for him. He cleaned up when you came back from the bathroom and you wiped off the bed spread with another, tossing them in the basket when he was done and pajama pants pulled back on. “See? Not such a bad day after all.”

“You did almost die.”

“Yes but almost,” you said, digging into the ice cream, taking a seat on the other side of the bed. “Have fun exploring what you like. With your body I mean. You can do what you please with it.”

“I will. I’d still like that book. I know about female anatomy and all that but...I don’t think I have the hang of doing things with someone else yet.”

“Every person is different so it’s kinda like learning all over each time you’re with someone new.”

“You said before you’ve only had sex with one Alpha?” he asked.

“Yeah. I guess...it wasn’t bad but it wasn’t great. I didn’t click with him and he didn’t do that with me. For some people that’s no problem and more power to them. But me...I want to really care about and love the person I’m having sex with. You know?”

“I understand. I mean it makes sense to me. I wouldn’t want to do that with someone I don’t care about.” You ate another spoonful, Dean shifting closer to you. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” you asked, setting the spoon into the bowl. 

“Do you think someday we could...when we’re both ready?”

“When we’re ready. I think it’s silly to ask if we care about each other at this point,” you said. You ruffled his hair, his hand catching your wrist.

“How do I know if I love you because of you or because of the bond?” he asked. 

“I don’t think we love each other because of a bond. The bond is just...a confirmation of a connection we have to one another. It’s not the reason for the connection. Some people bond and then get to know one another but others date and fall in love long before they bond.”

“I know I’m kinda a hot mess and I may or may not go feral at any given moment but do you want to date?” You smiled and nodded, sliding down and over into his lap. “That’s a yes?”

“Yup. I like being little spoon but we can share,” you said. “We never watched our movie did we?”

“Not yet. Are you sure you want to sate?” he asked. You tilted your head back and smiled. “I’m still…”

“Feral Dean...all he’s ever wanted to do is protect me. So even if you went feral right now and here, I trust you.” He curled his arms around your waist, tucking your head under his chin. “Okay?”

“I missed you.”

“Missed me when?”

“My whole life.” Your heart skipped a beat, brain fuzzy and warm and the urge to make Dean feel better too strong to ignore. “I love you. I’m not supposed to say that already I know but I really love you and how you make me feel. I don’t remember feeling like this.”

“I love you too,” you said, turning your head up. You kissed him softly, a flurry of nerves but calms rushing through your body. “I got your back and you got mine.”

“I say that’s a deal,” he said. He hugged you tight, your brain going into overdrive. You forced yourself to breathe. “Is it hard to be this close to me?”

“No. My body wants to mate before we’re ready is all. It’ll calm down. Grab the remote and we’ll turn on something.” He reached over to the nightstand, picking it up and turning it on. He went to Netflix and you were calmer, pausing when you saw him stop on Stranger Things. “This seems really popular. Can we watch it?”

“Um.” You swallowed, putting the empty bowl to the side. You got up and grabbed the blanket from the chair, laying back in Dean’s lap, his arms instantly around your middle again. “It’s kinda scary.”

“It can’t be that scary.”

“Dean it...a kid kinda goes missing in it...and another one kinda was raised by bad people that hurt her. It might be-”

“Too much. That’s okay. We were gonna watch a movie anyway. You pick something out,” he said. You started to scroll through his list of things he’d put in his to watch items. Iron Man was a big no. Breaking Bad was probably okay the first few seasons but that was violent too. The more you went through his list the more you saw problems with everything, something that could be triggering or frighten him. 

He wanted you to not act like his doctor anymore though.

“I think it’ll be okay,” you said, going back up to Stranger Things. “Just let me know if it’s too scary and we’ll put on something else.”

“Thank you.” 

“Dean, I think it’s time for bed,” you said after the third episode finished up. He yawned and you turned the TV off, tossing the remote to the end of the bed. He rolled onto his side, giggling quietly when you went with him. “I see I’m the little spoon tonight.”

“I don’t have to think about not being feral at all when we’re like this. I have no idea why but it just...I don’t know. I feel good.”

“I love when you feel good,” you said. You looked back over your shoulder and he gave you a kiss, burrowing himself down into the bed. “Can we get under the covers? I get cold at night.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, the two of you breaking apart for only a moment before you were under the blankets and all but one of the nightstand lights were off. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

“Goodnight Dean,” you chuckled. “Sleep good for me.”

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A/N: Read Part 9 here!

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To throw it out there, I love Daichi, Kuroo and Kita! And if it's okay, can I request headcanons of the three as Alphas, please?

of course <3 I did not include nsfw this time (for no particular reason I just wanted to finish them as fast as possible for you) but if you would like some nsfw hcs lmk :D

Daichi !!

Big strong alpha Daichi ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

Probably smells like timber-wood

He is a very cheery and calm alpha and he has a lot of patience so he doesn't get angry too quickly

But will definitely discipline you if you've been bad >:(

I think he is medium possessive

He trusts you and loves you with all his heart and it's unlike him to go out of his way to claim you/scent you in front of others in an act of showing who ‘owns’ you.

With that said, he does like scenting you. He finds it very relaxing. He doesn't care if others see - it's natural and he loves you so why should he care about the opinions of others? He loves coming up to you and placing his chin on top of your head and nuzzling his head into your neck <3

He does get jealous a bit but he rarely acts on it. He’s good at pushing it down and ignoring it. However on the off chance that he feels like something will go wrong/another alpha is too friendly with you/he can smell bad intentions etc then he will go up and wrap his arms around you, growling at the offending alpha.

Alpha!Kita

Smells like petrichor ｡◕‿◕｡ (the smell of earth after the rain)

Honestly it's one of my favourite smells and it belongs to our pretty farmer boy <33

He’s so sweet and loving and caring and i wish he was real ಥ_ಥ

He’s very blunt as we all know so that means if another alpha tried to have their way with you / approach you / have bad intentions then he would definitely approach them with a little smile and then d e s t r o y them.

I hc that Kita happily picks apart every single flaw in a person if they disrespect him, he is THE King Bitch. I know we all think it's Tsukki or Oikawa but NO, not even Futakuchi or Komori can challenge this man’s bitchiness.

With that said he can be rude to you during your arguments but as soon as he smells your scent turning sour/unpleasant then he will change his attitude - it's kind of like a reality check for him. Expert lots of cuddles and a scenting session later!

But with that being said he is typically very mellow/kind/caring/gentle and it's very rare that he gets so worked up he snaps at you <3

Is he possessive? To an extent, he definitely doesn't like other alphas hanging around you (as aforementioned) but if they are your/his friends then he wouldn't mind. As long as they don't get too comfortable of course.

Also as an act of dominance he would definitely scent you in front of the alpha :)

He likes to cuddle you to sleep, his face resting in your neck next to your scent glands. Another baby who views scenting as sensual rather than sexual (though he still does it during the deed-)

Alpha!Kuroo

Ahhh big fluffy baby ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

Smells like reading fan-fiction with a hot chocolate on a winter's day hejkgfewuhdf

He's very big and very protective of you

Loves nuzzling his nose with yours!!

While he does love scenting you, I think he views it as something more intimate and sexual. He definitely has a high sex drive which really comes into play during his ruts :3

He is definitely the jealous and possessive type. In fact he likes to flaunt that he has an omega/beta partner

He’s kind of indifferent to PDA, like yes he loves showing you off but he also doesn't go out of his way to cling to you

When another alpha approaches you he will get pretty snarky with them (ahem “master provoker” as Akaashi said i think at least lmfao) // also he will claim you when you get home :3 hehe

He gets jealous a bit and acts on it // pulling you away from the situation, draping himself over you and then taking you ✨home✨

Alpha!Aone

He probably smells like something warm and fresh at the same time?? Does that make sense?? Like a nice cup of tea ← its a surprisingly mellow scent for an alpha like him but once you get to know him it definitely suits him (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

He’s a gentle giant and loves you with his whole heart

I doubt he gets jealous or possessive as often as others. But when he does he will probably scare the alpha off simply by looking at them (and maybe pointing-)

I also think he will wait until you guys got home and then nuzzle in your neck - scenting himself with your scent :3 it makes him feel loved and calmed

It's also his way of reassuring himself that he loves you and that you love him (why else would you smell so delightful?)

Bb is not one for pda. You can initiate sure, but he is not very good at reciprocating it because he just feels like those sorts of things should be done at home

It takes a lot to anger him - and I mean A LOT because he is so calm and chill !! when/if he does get angry he’s likely to just release a powerful scent and glare at the offender (usually not you).

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Love On The Brain: Part 12

Ari had kept the heat low as he drove from the estate in Boston to the safe house tucked away in the mountains, keeping his eyes focused on the road ahead of him, instead of looking at you as you sat in the passengers’ seat, your fingers ripping at the pieces of paper in your hand, the tiny white confetti falling to the floorboard of the old, rugged pickup truck.

It wasn’t anything new; it wasn’t anything that sparked absolute comfort. However, it was a truck that had no tracking chip in it from the manufacturer.

“Y/N,” he tried again to get you to speak to him, “do you need to stop? Are you hungry?”

Ari had been well aware of the rundown Frank had given him before you left the house of how you may have acted and what the following days would look like.

The experience he had every time you moved that would have been applicable here, the cycle that you had gone through during and after the initial move.

Frank told him, first and foremost, that you would likely shut down, compartmentalize everything, drawing into yourself as you thought, as you settled over another move and another displacement.

Ari had been told that it was good to keep talking to you, keep up the effort to get you to open up, even if you hadn’t wanted anything to do with him. You would turn in on yourself, and the blame would soon follow.

You would blame yourself for the shift in their lives, in the disturbance that rattled them all. It was deep cutting, and Ari would need to reiterate the importance of trusting them and the process; he would need to make you forget about the guilt because that would drive you into further despair.

Ari knew that the cycle of guilt had been enforced upon omegas who were taken. If they could have the responsibility settled on themselves, if they could internalize the trauma, then they would be less likely to try and free themselves on their own.

While you had never been in those horrendous situations, the guilt was still there. It could eat away at you, it could have torn you to pieces if you had let it, and it was no more apparent than when you had sorrowfully whispered an apology.

You had thought that if they had just let you go, if they had just let what needed to happen, then they could have had a life of their own. They wouldn’t have had to uproot themselves, and they could have met an omega they wanted, an omega that wasn’t so riddled in problems.

“It’s not your fault.” Ari had drummed his left hand against the steering wheel while he reached over with his right hand and rested his palm against your knee. “It has never been your fault; it will never be your fault.”

He had stroked his thumb back and forth across the simple black leggings you’d worn, feeling the slight tremble that afflicted you as you had gotten further from your home, toward the next place you were going to have to try and settle into.

The further you had gotten from the estate and the rest of your alphas had been another stroke of a hammer on a nail, driving the spike deeper into yourself and the overwhelming sense of loss. Even if it was temporary, it was afflicting.

It was the surge of anxiety that had bubbled through the bond and pricked at the instincts they all had as alphas to keep their omega safe.

It was the exhausting shift of emotions that had cratered within you, the consistent rise and fall of the reality that was chasing you, that was tracking all of you. It was a constant shift of whatever the world wanted to throw at you that had made you exhausted.

You were tired; you were about to reach the brink of all that you could take. It wasn’t just the original pack you were running from, but the change in their determination and the end goal that had drained you.

They didn’t just want you anymore; they wanted you to be completely wiped out. It was a devastating hit to their egos, the pack of disgusting and antagonistic alphas who wanted to destroy the omega who had outrun them time and time again.

There were other omegas they could have; there were other omegas they could find and take, but it was you, and it was your pack, that had caused that straw to break. They wanted to teach other omegas a lesson; they wanted to show other alphas what would happen if they were fucked with.

“Honey-“ Ari had spoken again, only to silence himself when you had shifted and turned toward him and dropped your gaze to the soft swell of your belly, the very start of the baby bump that was starting to appear.

The small protrusion could easily be hidden behind a baggy shirt or sweater; even one of their flannels could hide the pregnancy. However, seeing it now had stirred that predatory and primordial reaction in Ari that had made him grit his teeth and clench the steering wheel with a grip that could have cracked the plastic casing if he had wanted to.

You were pregnant with their pups, and it didn’t matter who the dad was; it didn’t matter who was the biological father, those pups were all of theirs, and they would eliminate any threat that came to them and you.

It was what had made Ari stash weapons in a secure case in the box of the truck, the locked topic securing and housing the varied guns and rifles needing to not only keep you safe if someone approached the safe house upon arrival but would keep you safe from any wild animals who could cross your path.

“I don’t want to stop.” You had finally answered his first initial question, and despite your stomach growling angrily, you would deny yourself food.

Frank had told him that too. Frank had warned him that he would almost have to force you to eat because you would deny yourself the chance to eat. It wasn’t as if you were trying to starve yourself, but instead, you were so drawn into your guilt and your headspace, you didn’t acknowledge your body’s needs.

“I have your favourite.” Ari attempted to ignore the rising need to rip you from your place and settle you in his lap, completely enveloping you in his scent and embrace. He was trying to resist the urge to stop the truck, to pull over on the side of the road and let you cry or scream, or sit in silence. He needed to keep going; the two of you needed to arrive at the safe-house before dark.

“I don’t want to eat.” You mumbled, dropping your gaze as your hands shook, as your bottom lip trembled, and a rush of despair had shot through the bond, stealing his breath and making it hard to focus.

“You need to eat.” Ari had reached into the backseat and grabbed a small container, his fingers gripping the edge as he removed it from the seat and settled it in the seat between you two. He watched you grasp the container and pull on the lid, the cheap clear plastic falling to the floor, and the muffled clatter bringing forth a soft, exhausted whimper as you reached for the first piece.

It was a slow process, you consuming what Ari had brought for you, but at least it was something. Maybe it was only to keep yourself from getting sick, or perhaps you were only eating to keep yourself healthy for your unborn pups, but at least it was something.

At least you were eating.

“We’re almost there.” Ari had chimed in when you were nearly done, his blue eyes cast upon you as you turned your head, and he had caught the first few tears that had rolled down your cheeks. “When we get there, I’ll start a fire. Get the safe-house warm.”

You had raised your hand and wiped the tears that had fallen, returning to silence as you kept your gaze on the scenery, the dense cluster of snowcapped mountains that would be the landscape that would surround you for the unforeseeable future.

The two of you were maybe a half-hour away, and while you weren’t eager about the trip, and neither was Ari, he was determined to make the best of it as he could.

When he had turned a corner and started the final leg of the trek that would bring you a half-hour into the thicket of the woods to the cabin that would be your temporary home, he had swallowed thickly. He cleared his throat, reacting mainly to the force in which your emotional state was being pushed through the bond.

You were in distress, and so was he. So were they; all your alphas could feel how hurt you were.

As Ari made the final ascent to the cabin, he did so in silence. You were not speaking but instead had reduced yourself to anxiously staring out the window while you were tapping your fingers rhythmically against the inside of your leg, almost instinctively as if the motion and the feel would keep you grounded.

“We’re here.” While it wasn’t what you wanted to hear, when Ari had stopped the truck and put it in park, you had moved slightly and looked out his window toward the cabin that stood against a dense and thick cluster of trees, with three outbuildings laying behind though all the doors were closed, and you couldn’t see what was inside.

You had slowly moved to undo your seatbelt. As it had been tossed to the other side of your body, Ari had glanced out his window and studied the arch of the roof that had covered the porch and the almost indistinguishable cameras that had been systematically hidden and hung.

It looked impressive in size, with enough space for all of them if it had to be a long-term place residence, and while it wasn’t your home, it wasn’t their home; it could be something.

“Do you need help?” Ari had glanced over his shoulder, speaking while he had, but you were already out of the truck, standing near the passenger’s side door.

You had your hands tucked under your chin like you usually had when you were struggling or feeling anxious. As he glanced at your forearms that were pressed together, he had gotten a look at the temporary ink that was peeking out between the buttons of the flannel Steve had given you.

Jake had insisted on taking a few minutes, a few short moments to draw on your arms with a pen as he quickly created a minor and mild tattoo while the rest of the alphas were discussing the best roads to take, the best course of action should something happen while you were driving.

“Y/N,” Ari called again, drawing your attention from the cabin before you to himself, “sweetheart, do you need help?”

You had bitten down on your bottom lip and shook your head, standing still while he had walked toward the box of the truck and lifted the few bags with one hand, setting the largest and the heaviest on the ground before he finally approached the front door.

He knew you weren’t following him, and when he looked over his shoulder, he saw you standing a few feet from the porch with your duffel bag in hand and a quivering frown on your face.

He had never seen that exact look before, but Frank had told him enough about what to expect when he moved with you, but Ari hadn’t been prepared to feel as helplessly distraught as he had now.

Seeing you standing there in a shirt that was drowning your frame while you flooded the bond with every wavering, every shifting detrimental heartbreak that you had felt had only made Ari aware of his own.

You were torn from your pack; you were torn from your home that had started to feel like home. You have ripped away from Frank after only seeing him a few hours in the night. You were longing to go home, longing to be with the alphas who were your safe place.

“Ari,” when your bottom lip shook, and the first few pricks of tears had started to blur your vision; he had to turn away.

You were emotionally triggered because you were pregnant; you were being flooded with hormones from your pregnancy, from the sudden jolt of what you had known.

“I know it’s not ideal,” he too, was feeling ragged, “but we’ll make it work.”

He had unlocked the door with the security code, and as it swung open, he caught the reflection of you in the crystalline glass off the door's window.

You were standing there, your arms wrapped around your waist, a silent and soft set of whimpers falling from your lips as you reached that first pivotal point.

“I want to go home.” You mumbled, your knees nearly giving out, and as Ari had recoiled and jogged down the few steps to get to you, he felt the sharp stab of heartache, “please…just take me home.”

“We can’t-“ He was cut off when you had struck him, having done so quickly enough that he didn’t have time to deflect you, nor would he have.

He had stood before you, and he had seen that glimmer of fear circulates in your eyes. You had inched back as if you’d run, as if you were afraid that he would strike you back.

“Ari-“ your voice was shaking, and he knew you were thinking of running.

“Do it again.” He reached for your hand. “You’re pissed off, and you’re hurt. Do it again. Give me everything you have. I can take it.” He grabbed your hand and rested it against his chest, your fingers gripping his shirt, your gazes holding as you stepped closer. “You won’t hurt me. If it will make you feel better-“

You had again; you had struck him in the shoulder, your anger starting to dissipate through the bond.

He let you do whatever you wanted; he had stood there as you hit him again and again, using him as a way to expend those emotions, as a way to expel your anger.

Every impact, every strike had been complimented with the same thought, the same soft-spoken declaration that ‘he could take it. Ari was okay; Ari would be fine. If this is what made you feel better, even temporarily, then he would take it. He would take it all.

When you had last made contact, and your hands had gripped his shoulders when your knees had almost given out on you, Ari had embraced you.

He had held you tightly against him; he had let you scream and cry into his chest until you couldn’t stand on your own. Ari had lifted you in his arms, and he had carried you from the truck to the cabin, his feet trudging up the steps and through the open door.

He had taken you throughout the interior, to the set of stairs that would lead to the second floor, and within the moments that passed between arriving and you being set upon the mattress in the master bedroom, your grip on him had loosened just enough for him to realize that you had truly, and wholly, crashed.