#boyfriend (beta)

[ranooooo]

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, yandere, omegaverse, forced bonding, subjugation, some type of discrimination, elements of androgyny

♡ fem reader

Thinking about the big and burly behemoth Omega finally finding himself the cutest little Alpha to breed with…

He could never bring himself to breed with Alphas. Growing up, he developed a great disdain for them—all high and mighty rabid animals prone to violence, more often than not completely dimwitted to top it off, as if their massive ego had usurped the place of basic brain operation.

He couldn’t hate them more, yet he doesn’t correct anyone when they mistake him for one, either. In many ways, he wished he was born one instead of an Omega. It would make it easier to fulfill his desires that way. A dominant Omega isn’t all that normal, after all—and submissive Alphas are an even rarer breed to come by.

He hadn't found one yet. And other Omegas don’t really do it for him. They approach him, thinking he’s an Alpha, then feel disappointed when figuring out he’s not—which is fine, as he isn’t particularly interested in their scent either. Betas make for an okay compromise—they don’t care if he’s an Omega, it makes no difference to them—yet he could never really shake the feeling that something was missing when lying with them.

At the office, the scent of Alphas plagues him all day—how they strut around, stinking up the place with no concern for anyone else. This is a workplace, for fuck’s sake—can’t they have a little dignity and not treat it like a mating ground? He really hates them. All bigheaded assholes—

“Ow—” there’s bark and a hard thunk of something hitting the floor.

Someone just bumped into him—someone so small he hadn’t even seen them over the top of his clipboard. Looking down, he sees a fellow Omega—a pretty one. You must be as disoriented by the scent around you as he is—probably why you walked right into him—poor thing. He ought to help you up.

You hold your head in your hand, wincing at the sting of your rear—you’d fallen right on your tailbone. Looking up, you give the fellow Alpha who’d knocked you down a mean glare, “What the hell, asshole!”

His outstretched hand stiffens midway. That’s not a very Omega-like thing to say—especially not by one so small as you. No, wait… what’s that scent?

You ignore his hand and get up on your own, dusting down your pin-stripes with angry brushes—face pursed, almost pouty, but not quite, too stink-eyed as you lean in and jab a finger into his chest to punctuate your words, “Watch where you’re going next time, you…”

You soften up halfway through the sentence. It must have dawned on you as well. His scent. Not like other Alphas, but something else entirely—something that suddenly makes you blush all over, wide-eyed.

You don’t say another word, only giving a weak huff before turning tail and stomping away.

There’s something very cute about it—he’s left thinking while watching you, utterly stunned and still, replaying the events that just occurred over and over in his head—wondering how he’d never seen you before. You must work on a different floor.

Luckily, he’d made sure to read your name tag—pinned all properly on your chest like a badge of honor, neatly like the rest of you. Well put together from the top of your salon-styled hair down to the tips of your pointy black stilettos. Even with their added height, you must have been two heads shorter than him—no taller than any regular Omega.

It's no wonder he mistook you for one. You were as cute as one, too—like a doll he could put behind glass, up on a mantle, and keep forever. But oh my… that mouth on you and that awful snarl. Just like any other imposing Alpha, he supposed. Bratty and arrogant, quick to jump the gun and pick a fight instead of taking it for the simple accident it was.

He goes back and sets himself down by his desk—but he’s way too distracted to work now, too busy with the thought of you. That flushed face you showed him before teetering off was something he wouldn’t mind seeing again—also that cute scowl under certain circumstances and what type of expression you’d give him if he wiped it off.

He's lucky an office party came along so quickly. He wouldn’t usually go, but now he had a reason. He bet you’d be there—the way you were dressed when you’d bumped into him tells him you’re one to respect the memo—head to toe in such a neat suit, trying to come off as androgynous as if in desperation needing everyone to know you were an Alpha. It must be hard for you—looking like that but wanting to look… well, suppose more like him.

He's glad he never felt that way—wishing to be smaller and cuter like other Omegas. Sure, he’s been envious of them at times, but more so of their easy pickings and not their appearance. He’s happy being bigger and stronger—it keeps unwanted attention at bay. You probably struggle to do the same. He bets you get a lot of the wrong eyes following you. Yeah… you must attract the bad sort all the time—alphas swarming you only to catch your scent and lose interest. Or maybe not… Alphas are sick, after all. Come to think of it, most of them would probably get off on dominating another Alpha. In that regard, it must have been worse for you than for him. Luckily, both of your issues are now solved.

He wondered what you’d wear tonight. You’d look much better in something feminine and not that suit you’d been wearing. He hopes, but no, you’re wearing much the same thing—another tailored two-piece that all but drowns you.

He understands what you’re going for. You have to dress like that, or else what Omega would ever want you looking the way you do? Aside from him, of course.

No matter. When you move in with him, he’ll dress you in all the pretty things he knows you want to wear. After all, pretty colors, ruffles, and lace will suit you so much better.

“Hello again.” He approaches you by the hors d’oeuvres even after you’d visibly and explicitly chosen to ignore him.

You groan under your breath, responding without even bothering to look at him, “Do I know you?”

Your tough act is cute. He has to withhold a chuckle before answering, “Don’t remember? You called me an asshole a week ago.”

“You walked right into me, so it’s not like it wasn’t deserved.”

You have to love that arrogance—that air of unfounded superiority. He wonders, where do you keep it all? “Well, how could I not? You’re so small I didn’t even see you.”

You’re quick to bare your teeth—obviously, he hit a nerve—showing him that same snarl you’d done back then. Cute little canines—he bet they won’t even hurt going into his neck once you mark him.

“Watch your mouth, Omega.”

Still, with a small smile, he feigns surprise. “Wow—are you an Alpha? Funny, I didn’t know they came in such tiny packages.”

It flusters you, no doubt—your brows lowered into a full glower now. “And I didn’t know Omegas could be so rude.”

You turn to stomp again, as you’d done before—though this time, he grabs your arm before you’re gone.

You whip around with another bark, “Hands off—"

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes unexpectedly, giving you puppy-dog eyes you hadn’t thought him capable of. “I should have been more mindful of my steps. It was entirely my fault.”

You go still at the sudden show of humility and respect. Finding yourself softening by the tilt of his head, bowing at you in acknowledgment of your higher standing. Not that many bother doing that to you—between mistaking you for an Omega or otherwise neglecting your standing as an Alpha, both due to your physique. Seeing it up close and so abruptly flusters you.

“Let me get you a drink to make up for it?” he offers politely, almost in plead.

Struck with feelings of somewhat regret for your own uncouth attitude, you nearly accept on a whim. “That’s kind…” But then think it over. You don’t really want to lead him on, either. You nearly stutter, yet steal yourself. After all… “But you’re not really my type.”

He hangs his head with a dejected sigh, “That’s harsh.” But he’d already figured as much and didn’t really care. Giving you his most sorry grin, he insists, “Humor me anyway? Just one drink so I don’t feel like an asshole for the rest of my life.”

It’s clear you want to refuse—still, as suspected, your heart just can’t handle seeing a desperate Omega in need. Bless your dim Alpha instincts.

“Okay, fine. One drink, that’s all,” you end up agreeing. One drink can’t hurt, right?

You feel like a good Samaritan once the big hunk of an Omega runs off to fetch you a glass. Pitying him or even sympathizing, maybe—it can’t be easy for an Omega in the mating scene to look like that. No Alpha around would want an Omega bigger than them—it’s utterly emasculating, not to mention unnatural.

Of course, you’re aware you’re in much the same shoes as him—you’re not delusional. Only, it’s easy being an independent Alpha—you don’t mind being a lone wolf in the world—but Omegas were built to be domestic. So yeah, you pity him—the poor guy, he’ll probably never find a proper mate.

But you can’t let your pity grant him too many favors—you have no intention of taking on any charity case tonight, especially not a pity fuck. You’ll have one drink with him as a mutual apology. That’s all.

Luckily… one drink is all he needs. Add a little sprinkle of this and that in your glass, and you’re already in the palm of his hand.

He has to carry you bridal style before he’s even managed to lead you to the elevator—it’s empty all the way down to the garage. He puts you in his car, locks your seatbelt in place, then drives off. It’s honestly quite astounding how easy it had been. He’d thought trapping an Alpha would be a much more remarkable feat, an impossible one for an Omega—but this was no different from eating an unguarded piece of cake.

You’re drowsy as he carries you into his apartment. And that’s when the other drug kicks in. The overwhelming scent of being inside his nest sets off your rut like a matchstick being ripped along the red.

Your claws come out, puncturing his sheets as he lays you down on his bed.

You’re too delirious to do much but writhe—making it easy for him to unbutton your dress shirt, followed by your slacks. He has to scoff at your plain black boxers and binder bra. You poor thing, always trying to run with the big dogs when you’re no bigger than a bite-sized puppy. From now on, you’ll only wear lacey things he brings home for you. You won’t have to puff your chest—you can be as sweet and pretty as your delicate physique constitutes—his cutest, littlest, most perfect mate.

You gain newfound strength once he’s peeled your underwear down, baring your needy heat to his touch. Instantly, your arms spring into action, flinging themselves around him, pouncing like a predator at its prey with your fangs bared.

He stops you easily—placing his wrist between your teeth, using it as a muzzle. He chuckles, looking at you gnaw on it like a bone.

“I think the world has it all wrong,” he starts, though he’s not sure you’re even capable of understanding speech in your state. “Omegas are the ones better suited as leaders of society, not Alphas.”

As he talks, he continues with his ministrations, stroking your needy slit with a mean finger, swiping it cruelly before splitting between the folds.

“I mean, look at you—mindless in a rut, willing to pounce on anything that moves—like a wild animal.” Once he sticks his finger inside you, your teeth do his wrist the same justice—drawing blood, making him hiss through his smile, “I ought to keep you in a cage.” And yet he doesn’t pull either hand away. “It would suit you well—on your knees with a pretty leash and collar upon your throat.”

You’re wet in his hand—soaked and so warm he loses track of his own finger as if melting within you. His cock strains against his boxer, wanting to feel it for himself. But you’re still way too tight for that.

He feeds you another digit, and you moan—suckling on his wrist now more than biting, though still with your canines out and seeking.

“Look at these wittle teeth, tch—” he grins upon closer inspection, looking between them and your eyes—pupil-fat orbs, far gone in your instincts. “I bet they’re just itching for my neck instead, huh?”

The provocation seems to make you more desperate. Pumping you slowly, more so to stretch you out than stimulate, he can feel your breaths turn thicker with need, how you press your tongue against his wrist, wet and lousy, wanting for more.

“Well, go on then, Alpha...” He chuckles again, removing his arm from barring your mouth before wrapping your throat with the same hand, holding it like a collar, keeping you under control.

And then he bares his neck for you.

“I give my consent.”

♡ part two

♡ BNHA – Deku, Kirishima, Hawks, Amajiki ♡ JJK – Gojo, Geto ♡ HQ – Kuro, Oikawa, Miya twins, Tendou ♡ BLLK – Reo, Nagi, Bachira, Isagi ♡ DS – Doma ♡ WB – Suo, Togame

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[scara-writes]

orange juice: enchanting night

Fem! Beta Reader x Yandere! Omega Male

CW: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT, mature content,pp to v, fingering(male receiving), oral(male receiving), edging, mouth to pp, orgasm denial, séx, yandere, male sub, fem dom, mention of torture, dark themes

Remember, I do not know how omegaverss works BUT I will make my own version—(if you see something different in the original universe lol). So if you don't like it scroll away! This is purely a smut with a small plot! Not good with a smut soooo scroll away if you find it uninterested. English is not my first language so yeah im sorry.

Yandere Luke's POV

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Strip for me."

A sentence that made Luke's heart skip a beat. 

Fuck that's hot.

He slowly unbutton his cardigan, pulling it off with his pink shirt. The gaze that never leaves him made him more nervous. The male unzip his pants before pulling down, shyly looking anywhere but the person in front of him.

He folded his clothes neatly and put it on bedside table before sitting down at the middle of the bed. He sighs nervously, this is the first time he will have an intercourse with a person. Especially to the person he love. Luke tries to keep his face calm as much as possible, but he cannot help but to breathe a little—like having a difficulty of breathing—when the woman infront of him starts to crawl towards him. His cock went half hard and it was curving upward, getting hard by every seconds. One of her hands starts to pull his legs closer to her hips. The first touch made Luke close his eyes, savoring her hold on his skin.

"Touch yourself baby~ come on.. show me how it's done."  Those whispers made him gulped in anticipation. It making him arouse even more. His trembling hand went to wrap around his shaft before his hand motion to stroke himself up and down. He bit his lower lip suppressing his cute moans. He breathe through his nose emitting a small noises from the back of his throat at the sensation he was feeling between his legs.

When his eyes flutter open to look at the person infront of him. The look on her face made him bite his lower lip more. The way those sultry looks makes him feel small and safe in her eyes."Don't hold back your moans. Lemme hear it, yeah?"

The omega feel a shame and shyness the way those (e/c) orbs looked at his cock that is starting to ooze out of his pre-cum.

"Slow... I want to see how my pretty baby stroke his pretty cock..." the omega obeyed at her sweet command. Of course, he would go slow for her. And gosh, she's calling him pretty? Is he pretty? She has him flustered and whimpering at the nickname. Being called baby is enough but pretty? Her praise alone can make him go undone real quick.

"That's right baby... you're doing good for me..." she praised.

He moaned, he can't hold back anymore. "(Y-y/n)..! Nghh!"

The beta infront of him lean closer to kiss his neck slowly, she was even smiling smugly. 

"Don't cum until I say so, yeah?" She shows her canine biting his collarbone making him gasped, nodding at her instruction. Bite him more! Oh fuck, mark him! His body is only for her. The only person who sees him as a person. The fondling on his shaft were stuttering everytime she leave a bite or a kiss around his neck and torso. It was difficult not to cum immediately with those sweet teasing touches from her. Luke called her name softly. "I'm here baby." She mutters licking his earlobe before biting it softly. This made the male huffs out of short breaths. His eyes are half daze, his hand around his cock were getting sloppy. "You wanna cum?"

"Y-yes.."

"Not yet... Hold it in okay? You're doing well so far... You're being a good boy." She kissed his lips. Luke whined at her reply but he kissed her back. She pulled away and starts attacking his neck once again. Smelling his pheromones. The beta hummed in delight."You smell good, baby~ all for me yeah?"

The omega nod. The motion of his hand that is jerking his cock stuttering slightly. His hips were slightly going upwards. "A-all for (Y-y/n)..hahhngh!"

"I love you." She whispered between kisses and bites on his chest. Luke pants,"I-I love (y/n) t-too."

He didn't mean to cum when he felt a teasing bite from his nipple. The cum dribble down to his shaft, down to his fingers. It was so fast, he didn't mean to came to fast.

"That's.. to fast..." She commented. Luke bit his lower lip. He felt ashamed.

"baby~" she chuckled. One of her thumb went to press into his nipples, pressing and circling it in motion. Luke whimpered. "I-I'm sorry, i didn't mean to cu—"

She grabbed his hand that was wrapped around his cock replacing it with hers before leaning again to his face, planting her lips on his, resulting for Luke to lay down the bed. One of the beta's hands went to hook the omega's right leg onto her hips.

Luke moaned, drowning at the woman's pheromones. Both of his hands went to unbutton her shirt pulling it away from her body and then unclasping her bra behind, throwing it somewhere in his bedroom. He gasped when his cock's slit is being rub in a little fast motion. Her tongue that's exploring his mouth went deeper after he opened his mouth from the surprised action she did on his region.

"Nghh..!hungh~!" He whine when she push her tongue deeper into him. She's too much for him! She's devouring him a little to fast.

When she pulled her kiss away wiping the saliva from her chin, she chuckled when she noticed his face. Luke may look pathetic under her gaze, that's fine by him as long as he can please her. He whimpered when the (h/c) haired woman laugh, one of her hand that wasn't stroking his cock went to wipe his drool from his chin. "You're so cute."

"(Y-y/n)..." He murmurmed before getting surprised when she goes down below him, between his legs.

The omega cried, feeling a teasing kisses on his tip and a painfully slow stroke on his shaft. Shallow breaths is huffing out from his mouth.

"Messy.." he heard her muttered, the way the sticky pre cum went to her hands—his first orgasm—was such a turn on. Her eyes met his before licking his tip so slow. This made Luke hitch of breath as a small moan escapes his lips. Fuck she looks fucking hot when she lick him like that. "(Y/n)..."

She gave him a grin then swallowing his cock halfway.

Squelching sounds were echoing inside the bedroom. Luke's hair already disheveled, his bangs were sticky on to his face due to the sweat producing from his body. The male was covering his mouth, muffled moans and whimpers were coming into him. He is biting the back of his palm, getting teary from the ministration below his stomach.

"H-hahh....nnghh (y/n) p-please!"

He feels so good, the way her warmth from her mouth just added stimulation—her tongue twirling on his cock slit. She's too much! Too fucking much! If she keeps doing this he will cum faster!

Fuck it feel so good.

He grab a handful of hair of her, trying to pull the beta woman away between his legs for feeling the overstimulation. The way his cock disappears in her mouth was so intoxicating to look at. Everything about her is just endearing, his desires for her has increased ten fold. Her moans vibrating around his haven. "(Y/n)... N-no s-stop—hukk! Hahh! Too much ngh!" He sob feeling like he will reach the highest point of the sky if she keep doing the same teasing and pace.

His voice starts whining and moaning like a desperate omega in heat—oh God he feels it... he's about to cum. Will she let him cum in her mouth? God it feel so fucking good.

Just one more lick from her everythin—the said person stopped. Popping out her mouth from his cock.

"Ffuck..!" The pink haired male cursed. He looked down between his legs to see you kissing his tip, running her hands up and down at his shaft, painfully slow, teasing him.

You look so beautiful.

So pretty,

So ethereal,

So gorgeous,

"(Y-y/n).." he whined arching his back slightly hoping she would go back to giving him an oral. However,the teasing female smirk at his frustrations. Luke stares at her with a teary eyes, she grab the hand that was gripping her hair before kissing the palm and then intertwining it with hers. The (h/c) haired woman lick her lips, stroking him for a bit and then she halts. "I thought you said to stop?" She teased. "(Y/n) P-please that's n-not what I—"

The woman below him went back swallowing him again, bobbing your head up and down faster than the last time. Luke never felt euphoric other than this. The way her eyes flutter, not breaking an eye contact with him is just too much for the omega. Everything about her is so sensual, so beautiful, so ethereal. The person who will cherish him.

The male feel flustered when her eyes landed so many love bites and hickey she left from his neck all the way down to his thighs. Those captivating (e/c) orbs made his heart pounded even more. His cock is throbbing inside her mouth again but the omega whined when her hands stops, pulling her mouth away from him. "S-stop teasing please! L-let me have it!" He cried. Pushing his hips up to meet her mouth but she only gave him a smile."Baby.. you have to be patient~" she whispered. Tracing her nose from his stomach till she reach beside his right ear.  "You have to be quiet too~ don't want your neighbors hear your sinful voice now, do you?" The woman got up and leaned down his face. The purple eyed male pulls her head with his other free hand kissing her deeply, licking every corner of her mouth as both of them groan in pleasure. His manhood stood up grinding himself to her belly. The pre-cum starts smear on her stomach.

(Y/n) other hand went to grab his hips stopping him from grinding, she let herself go from the kiss clicking her tongue in a teasing manner. "Ah-Ah-ah~.... Someone's getting eager.."

The beta woman kissed his forehead basking into his scent as Luke gazed at her with tears threatening to spill from his eyes."..don't tease me...!" He plead, ignoring the way his voice cracked. She only gave him a smile.

Luke can't help but to find everything about her hot. Especially those lips.

The hands that was still entertwined was pulled to her lips. The (h/c) haired woman switch her hand that was intertwined with his, brush under his wrist to grab it, kissing every fingertips of his hand. He shudders the way her gaze never break eye contact with him, until she bite the side of his palm. Luke hissed watching as she kiss it as a way to apologize of the pain she inflicted.

"Help me pull this down, pretty." She instructs referring to her box pants. Luke eagerly helped her, their other hand still intertwined. He pulls it down her until it reaches to her feet and she kicks it away as it landed somewhere on the floor. He brought back his leg that was once on her hips.

"Spread them f'me better, baby." She whispered, refferring to his lower body. Carressing his thigh with her available hand letting his wrist go. You pinch both of his inner thighs licking your lips, your eyes peering down between his legs. "Gosh you're so soak down here..." The beta chuckled, prodding one finger in his ass. The juice coming out from him kissed her fingers and brought it up to her face. The female is smirking giving him a teasing look."Oh my... Do you see this baby? How wet you are f'me?" She purred. The male bit his lower lip looking away in embarrassment." Awe, don't be shy now... You sounded like a slut earlier." She taunted letting go off her hand from his. Focusing on his pleasure once again.

"(Y-y/n)!" The omega yelped when he felt two finger inserted in his hole without a warning. He wasn't expecting her to insert it already. It felt like his inside is clenching on her fingers as she scissor it in motion before curling it and then inserting another finger, stretching him out. He moaned arching his back the way she added more stimulation as her other hand went stroking his shaft. "Say my name.. Luke, who's making you feel good right now? Who do you belong to?" Her lips swallowed his tip licking the slit between.

"N-no! Its too much! Ngh.. huhhhghh!" He gripped the sheets besides him. This is heaven.

A paradise for him.

The way she hit his right spot made him utterly in heaven.

She went faster and faster. The feeling of her power on his body is making him feel so many emotions, a triple desire, a new addiction.

"Ahh! Hahh!"

She slightly chokes when his own body push his hip to her mouth unexpectedly. "H-hahh..nnoo (Y/n) please! It's too good! T-too much!" He babbled.

But she stop, moving her mouth away from his cock. The female pulled out her wet fingers from him, stroking his shaft painfully slow. Luke whined. The high he was about to reach was snatched by the same person who gives him the access to experience it.

"W-why?! Why did you stop again?!" He cried."p-please! Just let me have m-my way... Please!"

"You didn't answer my question earlier, baby." she teased. She pull his leg to her shoulder even more having more access to his entrance as her prod his twitching hole with her fingers. "Who do you belong to?" Her voice was small. "Who could make you shudder like this? Make you feel good hmm? Tell me, baby~"

The beta insert abother finger curling it around and then going in and out painfully slow. Luke bit his lip. Hearing how his entrance squelched in just one finger you inserted. It's so slutty and he can't believe he can get off on that. He whimpered before muttering your name.

She teased. "Hmm? I didn't hear you~what was that?"

"(Y-y/n)! I b-belong to (Y/n)!" He blurted. "Please!m-make me feel good! I'm yours!" One tear fell from his eyes.

The beta giggled kissing his cheeks before going back down between his legs. "See? It's not to hard to say it... That's my good boy. You're mine as I am yours." She praised.

She went back to her ministration, finally giving what Luke wanted. The omega's gaze were halfdaze throwing his head back as she give him what he wanted. Carressing her hair, he praises her.He came inside her throat, the male witness how the beta between his leg swallowing his spent. Coughing a little before sitting up straight, his leg on her shoulder stayed there as she guided it higher until its beside her neck. The woman straddle on the omega's hip except the side where his leg that is lifted on her shoulder. Luke looked at her entrance, he shudders seeing her own entrance is damp too. It so perfect for him.

"You ready, baby?" She ask gripping his leg on her shoulder, leaning down on him. Her entrance is hovering over his dick.

Luke gulped, his eyes full of lust, love and longing. He nod. "Always.. (y/n).. only for you."

She smiled kissing his jaw. Luke sighs dreamily, begging her. "(Y/n) put m-me in. Please, please!"

She chuckled at him being impatient as he is. "As my baby's wish~"

She slowly slip her entrance, warming his cock. The two groan in the sensation. The pink haired omega feel flustered watching as she sunk deeper into his cock. He groaned the way her gummy walls tighten around his cock as her slowly starts ride him.

"S-shit—! (Y/n). Feel so good! Oh hahh...!"The pink haired sob. "I-I will knot you!...nghh! I will knot you..oh so g-good! Please let me knot you!"

The moaning and groaning and slapping skin can be heard inside Luke's room. "Fuck, Luke..." She moaned, he quickly catching her by intertwining his hands with hers again as his other hand went to her hips guiding her, while finding her sweet spot. Her hips stuttered when he finally did. The couple can feel the climax. "Let it go, baby... Make me yours—hahh..."

"G-give me all... Fill m-me up..!" She moaned out.

Luke cursed, feeling the stars in his vision. The stimulation was too much to bare. He can't, the way she tighten around him was too much—too good!

"(Y/n)—"

"Shit. Luke hold my hand tighter b-baby—!" You stutter feeling that you are about to reach the high. Luke tightened his hold on her hand intertwining her hands again. Kissing him deeply, riding him faster, his other hand guide her hips bouncing in the right position to make her and himself feel good. Just a few more and both of them will feel the climax.

Luke lapped her lips as she did the same, crashing your weight down on him. "I'm close!" He whimpered closing his eyes any second now he will knot her.

He can feel it, the way she tightened even more around him. Any second now he will shoot his love inside her womb, regardless how a pair between omegas and betas has a small percentage of chance on having a child. Still Luke will do it again and again with her until she is knoted perfectly to have his children. 

The woman lick his mouth asking for him to kiss her, Luke obeyed. Pulling his head up to reach her face, the couple busy by love making. A small tune of background is starting.

"Baby... I-I think something is ringing.." she  groaned , the room starts to get filled by something unknown sounds. The omega didn't notice he was to busy at love making session. He heard a familiar sound. One that he usually hear whenever he wanted to re-watch his favorite show. And a tube that he set up for the alarm clock.

"KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE~"

Purple eyes went wide open, sitting up straight. His pyjamas is drenched with his own swea, his lower region on the other hand was the most soak part.

Wait ...

The pink haired male glared at the beat up alarm clock that sang a song he used to love. He grab it and threw it at the nearby wall. Making the object explode its contents another task he will have to do it later when he get home.

Fuck...

The omega male is angry,  he can't believe that all of that was just a dream. A wet dream. He didn't even get to fucking reach the heaven! Frustration is an understantment mood for what he is feeling right now.

This isn't new to him, It's been a month since he's having a love making fantasies with her and everytime the two of them about to reach the peak on that session, he would wake up sweating, hard, his pheromone sticking throughout his room.

He grab a pillow and buried his head as he screams. The omega didn't care if his neighbors heard him. He had to stomp all the way to his bathroom connected to his room.

He pulled down his pants, looking straight to the bathroom mirror. The omega starts to jerk himself off. Panting at the sensation between his legs.

He bit his lip suppressing his moan. Imagining how he wished it was her behind him towering over guiding him how to stroke himself. Carressing his torso as her lips was right beside his ear whispering sensually,

"just like that baby~ let me see how you make yourself good."

He can't help but moan her name as he look at himself, being sweaty.

"can you see yourself so cute? So presentable for me? Oh baby, you're doing so good."

He closed his eyes, liking the idea of her kissing his earlobe as she taunts him, "go on baby... Let it go.. let it all out, my love."

His cum smeared some part of his cabinet door and some went to his wall. Luke cursed himself as he slowly comes down to his reality.

He gritted his teeth wanting to smash something but he doesn't like the idea of cleaning more mess.

He grab a tissue at beside the sink and start wiping it. Cleaning all his mess and himself. A cold shower would do nice to steam off this hormones he is feeling.

Once he calms down, he glared at the wall across his room. Infront of it was a small calendar. His eyes lit up.

He realize that today is the day he get to meet (Y/n).

The sourness mood in the morning soon dissipated as soon as the thought of her meeting him this week! And that day is today!

The omega got up, getting a quick breakfast and eat it, brushing his teeth, finding his favorite perfume he can find, spraying it to the each side of his neck, the one where she told him that he smells good last time. He look at the fridge with her and him smiling at the polaroid. His eyes soften as he gaze at her goofy smile. He took his butterfly knife pocket it beneath his sweater. Incase, he could protect from any harm. The male went to double check his basement just incase the man, who tried to assault him, he tortured last night wasn't escaping before leaving the house. He hopes he will die in starvation and infection before he dump his rotten flesh from the bone grinder and use it to throw it away as a foul meat.

Once, he lock the door behind him. He sprinted out of his house to the nearby bus stop so he can quickly get on time with you.

It took him twelve minutes to get to his destination. He hop down from the bus and starts to run again, he had to stop by at the his favorite cafe to buy some fruit tea she likes so both of him and her can enjoy the day on the park.

He skips happily, exiting out of the cafe as he look at the time from his watch to see that he still early. As he passed two blocks, he saw a (h/c) haired nearby. He quickly gaze to see if that's actually his crush, and it's actually her.

"(Y/n)!" Luke waved his hands, happy that he got to finally meet her again. He was carrying a two drinks, a fruit tea.Excitement was filling him up when he finally got to hang out with her on the week end. It has been three months and the two  became bestfriends—atleast for her that is how she view her relationship with him. For Luke, it was just a step to make her his.

As he reached towards her, his smile starts to died down, his hands that was waving at her direction starts to waver. He witnessed that she is talking to someone, it was more like she is arguing with it. He was taller her height only reach on his shoulders length, he was built, a muscular. He reek of something he loathed. An alpha.

Why the hell is he talking to her?

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An Unwanted Promotion

Two Yandere Male Alphas X Male Reader Beta (CW: Noncon, over stimulation, face fucking, choking on cock, tongue fucking, ass eaten like it’s groceries, stalking, kidnapping, musk, scent marking, a/b/o dynamics, big alpha cocks with big alpha knots, threesome, male reader, aftercare, general yandere behavior, reader adopts a child) Word Count: 6k (This was a request from back when those were still open and I have been steadily working on it all week, this is my longest fic and I used it to practice longer/different smut scenes and also my dialogue so it turned out much longer than intended. I REALLY hope you all enjoy this.)

   Eli and Ian had known each other since high school, not only were they natural competitors since they were both alphas but their family businesses were also in direct competition with one another, both selling supplies for alphas and omegas, which only served to fuel their bitter drive to best one another.

 Everything was a competition to them. They competed in class, they competed in sports, they even competed in making the omegas, and the occasional beta or even alpha, fall for them.

 When they finally graduated high school and later college they became the heads of their families' companies and the business competition became much fiercer. These were two young alphas in their prime who had been vying for dominance for most of their lives, so of course their tactics in the corporate realm would be cutthroat.

 But at some point there was a retailer with a large custom order requiring both businesses to come together to fill it. They butted heads but all the tension, and begrudgingly held respect they had for one another, led to them slowly falling in love.

 Eventually they married and merged their two companies into one to dominate the market.

 You worked at this company, as a general assistant to all the employees in a division of sales that the two alphas directly oversaw. You mostly moved paperwork between other employees, fetched food and drink orders, tidied up here and there, and even occasionally took care of phone calls when Barb, the secretary, was unavailable.

 It was more than a bit tiring, especially for someone of your short stature, flitting from one person to the next, completing any odd task that didn't suit anyone else, but you did it without complaint. You really needed this job since you were single and in the middle of the process of adopting a young child.

 After only a few weeks of working there Eli and Ian started taking note of you. They first notice your willingness to serve in you execution of your tasks, so detail oriented and happy to please. And, of course being alphas, the other thing they noticed about you was your sweet delicious scent, like peaches and cream.

 Since you were a beta your scent was not as pronounced as an alpha's or an omega's would be, but you still had a natural smell and it was one that just so happened to entice both Ian and Eli quite a lot, and they had been looking for a third and final partner, one that would be a good buffer and much more submissive.

 Whenever you were in their presence to do tasks, which seemed more and more often as time went on, they always did little dominance displays to try and make you swoon.

 The way they talked changed, they would stare at you intensely, almost hungrily, they might flex subtly, the scent of their musk would get stronger, even strong enough to be perceived by a beta, and they would try to carry stuff for you if you were carrying food trays or stacks of paper.

 All of this would be obvious flirting had you been an omega or alpha who knew this kinda stuff instinctively, but alas, you were a beta. The intense stares of their red alpha eyes, the flexing of their tall muscular bodies, and their amplified scent only served to intimidate you. And when they took heavier things from your grasp and did your tasks for you it made you feel like they thought you were incapable of doing your job.

 It all made you more servile and submissive in your job in an attempt to do better and escape the perceived ire of your bosses, but that only made the alpha husbands want you all the more. They stepped up their flirting to be much more clear.

 They began putting musky, quite thoroughly scented, articles of clothing and other items in your work locker. First plushies, then worn shirts, and then they began resorting to underwear.

 Had you been an omega you would have taken those items as prime nesting material and a clear sign that someone was interested in making you their little cumdump and knot warmer.

 As it was, your nose was not perceptive enough to determine who was doing this and you assumed it to be some sort of weird prank or even a gross hazing ritual of some sort.

 It never occurred to Ian or Eli that you were unaware of their intentions, they were romancing you like any alpha would romance a tiny cute mate. Like an omega. Neither of them had never really consciously attempted to get the attention of a beta before. So they kept courting you in the only way they knew how and assumed that you were just playing hard to get.

 As they became more desperate to have you in every possible way they became jealous of the way you brought others in the department food, drinks, and did other tasks for them relevant to the nature of your job. They wanted you to just have all your attention on them.

 As far as they were concerned you were far too tiny and sweet to just be ran ragged all day as your co-workers worked you to death, you were even smaller than most omegas, you should be stuck in their office with them all day to dote on you, sitting on their laps, livening up the place with your scent, and just keeping them company.

 Of course that would be too distracting for a productive place of business, so they did the next best thing to at least get your attention off of doing tasks for the other employees, they promoted you to being their personal assistant.

 It made you pretty anxious at first, but slowly you became acclimated to their seemingly bizarre behavior around you, though the intense stares were something you never really got used to. Mostly you were just confused, you had never gotten the sense that they were particularly fond of you. They must have been though, right? Why else would they have promoted you to a position that forced you to be near them for the vast majority of the day and came with a significant pay raise.

 But you had more important things on your mind than the peculiar behavior of alphas. With your new pay raise you could finally make enough to scale back your hours and still have enough for the adoption to go through.

 You had decided that you would be able to afford daycare during the first half of the day and then pick up your child and spend more time from home, maybe you could pick up a stay at home job too if you really needed to.

 Ian and Eli were not happy with you cutting your hours, but they didn't show it. They did not want to have less time with you but they also did not want you quitting and being away from them completely. They considered you their perfect little mate, even if you hadn't realized it yet.

 They were pretty terrified though, no adult scent clung to you like a mate's would, but what if you did have a mate and just cleaned really well before work. If you somehow were concealing a mate they would just have to prove how much better they were for you than whoever this mystery mate was.

 And if you didn't have a mate then adopting a child just proved you had the parenting instincts of an omega and needed an alpha, or two, immediately. A sweet thing like you already worked too hard and you had no business working yourself sick to support a child all by yourself!!

 It was absolutely unacceptable. No matter what the situation was YOU should be with THEM, preferably stowed away in their large home making a nice nest out of their clothing to keep you happy and comfy.

 They began carefully having you followed, as well as carefully stalking you themselves when they could manage it. The alpha husbands learned the daycare you took your new son to, they learned he was 4 years old and named Desmond, they learned every little detail about him and you that they had not known previously.

 Most importantly, they learned your schedule. and once they were absolutely sure of it they started planning.

 You had never been aware of them or any of their agents following you. They were too professional and you were too occupied with all the new stresses that came with juggling work and being a single parent.

 It wasn't easy, it was exhausting, but you had no regrets at all. You did not want to wait for some mythical man to sweep you off your feet to start being a parent. And if things went badly you didn't want to deal with a custody battle. Besides, Desmond was absolutely precious and giving him a better life than an orphanage ever could gave new purpose to your existence.

 One night, after getting Desmond washed up and put into bed, you nestled into your own bed and quickly drifted off to sleep, unaware of the two sets of eyes watching you.  When you woke up you had a massive migraine, you were dizzy, and you started to just nuzzle yourself right back into the luxuriously soft covers… until through the brain fog and headache you remembered that you did not own any covers this nice. This… wasn’t even your own bed… or your own HOUSE for that matter!!! Oh god, where was Desmond!?  Despite your head pain and dizziness you bolted upright in panic but someone you had not even noticed before grabbed you by the arm and pulled you close to them. You recognized the voice instantly when they spoke.  “Whoa there, (Y/N) you need to be a bit more careful. We used something special to sedate you, you don’t need to get up so fast darling~” The voice behind you came from Ian, he kissed your neck as he held you close.  “What have you done with Desmond??” You squirmed as much as you could possibly manage in your still weakened state, but you were so small in comparison to the large alpha that your struggles did little to help you. “DESMOND!!?”  Hearing the panic in the voice of one of the two people he considered to be a mate made his body instinctively release calming pheromones, of course even if you had been an omega those pheromones would have been all but useless when you were concerned with the well being of your child.  “(Y/N), calm down sweet pea Desmond is fi-” You cut him off when you grunted in anger and threw your head back as hard as you could, making contact with Ian’s nose and causing him to recoil in pain and loosen his grip on you, you pressed your advantage and slipped away from him but you fell face first on the floor the second you took a step off the bed.  You cried out in pain. God, your body just wouldn’t cooperate, your face and knees hurt from the impact and your ankle had twisted in the fall. Certainly sprained.  But damn it, Desmond was in trouble, who knows what these psychopaths had done to him, so you pulled yourself towards the door, slowly inching your way towards escape. You probably would have realized it was hopeless, but in your panicked desperation you had to try!  Suddenly two feet blocked your exit.  “Really Ian? You cannot handle our little omega? Look, he already injured himself!” He bent down and scooped you up easily, despite your flailing arms.  “I am not an omega, and if I was I certainly wouldn’t be yours! Where is my kid!? What have you done with Desmond you fucking assholes!?”  “Well,” Ian started in an obviously perturbed voice, “As I was explaining before you headbutted me, Desmond is safe and sleeping in his room.”  Eli seemed amused that you had given his husband so much trouble but scolded you nonetheless. “You shouldn’t be violent (Y/N), we are just taking care of you. A tiny little omega such as yourself should certainly not be taking on the trials of parenthood alone.”  “I’m not an-, ugh, whatever, just let me see Desmond!”  Eli laid you gently on the bed and Ian examined your leg and gently wiped your face and knees where you had scuffed them. “Okay, I will go get him, but you have to lay down, you can’t possibly walk on this leg.” You glared at him wordlessly. “Hey, it’s your own fault! You’re lucky I don’t punish you, but I know you’re super protective of our child like any good omega would be.  Ian left and you just stared at him, dumbfounded, as he walked out of the room. What the hell did he mean “our” child!? Why did they keep calling you an omega?  “Don’t worry (Y/N), once you get settled in and make a nice cozy little nest I am sure it will help your nerves calm down.” Eli sat beside you and pulled you into his lap, ignoring your squeak of protest.  “I am not an omega, I don't even know why you have me here. Please just let me go now, I won’t even tell the cops if you let me go, I promise!” You started sobbing as your pleading grew more desperate.  Eli pulled you close to him and nuzzled against your neck to get his scent on you before slowly licking and kissing up from your neck to your cheek in what were meant to be comforting gestures to soothe any sweet omega mate. But you WEREN’T an omega.  “You’re just confused baby doll. Your scent may be a bit weaker and maybe you don’t have heats, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be our omega! Besides you are far too small and fragile to be anything else~” He gently wrapped his arms around you and practically purred with joy with how perfectly your small body fit so perfectly snug against his.  You blushed from the humiliation of being helpless and insulted.  A moment later Ian came back holding a sleeping bundle that was your son, thank god he was safe. You actually allowed yourself to relax a bit in Eli’s strong arms as Ian handed Desmond to you and you hugged him tightly but carefully so as not to wake him.  “Oh, my sweet baby boy.” Desmond was unharmed and snoozing peacefully.  Ian and Eli just watched you with content smiles on their faces. Even on the off chance that you really were not an omega this proved you might as well be treated like one, you clearly had a tender heart and great parenting instincts, you were small and fragile, you smelled so sweet, you were just too perfect.  And their instincts were telling them to keep their omega mate and their pup safe and happy. The only problem was you were not yet scent marked properly, but they could fix that later when Desmond was back in his room. For now they were content with watching you hold Desmond and putting a blanket around you that smelled like them. Surely that would make any omega, or omega adjacent, feel safe and loved, right?  Desmond woke up and looked at you sleepily before clinging tightly and snuggling close. He was back to sleep immediately, blissfully unaware the two of you had been kidnapped by a pair of alphas and added to their family. You kissed him on the forehead and just tried to push your anxiety away as you held him, if you could not escape (yet) then you had to be strong for him.  During the two weeks that it took for your ankle to recover you fought them every step of the way, as long as Desmond was not in the room, you did not want him to pick up on your distress and desperation. He was young and being in another new house did not phase him.  But when he was not in the room you tossed apart the nest they had made in the bed around you, you insisted you were not an omega, you begged for them to release you and you wiped off to the best of your ability the scent marks they kept reapplying all over you. It was so frustrating and you felt so helpless, they never even left you alone, when one absolutely had to be in at the office the other would always stay behind to dote on you while you healed.  At the very least they were good with Desmond and they kept the both of you well fed. Though they did have a habit of literally sitting you in one of their laps and hand feeding you. They also had a habit of getting you sweets “because omegas love them.”  Out of all of their behaviors the insistence that you were a fragile omega and that you had to be scent marked constantly where the two that most aggravated you, it made you want to scream, they made you wear their worn clothing and forced your face in their musky underarms.  Sometimes they even competed between one another for who’s scent was on you more. Late one night when you were all bundled together in bed Ian made you reek of him so Eli added his scent on top of it, which prompted Ian to force some of his overly large clothing on you, which caused Eli to put his smelly blanket around you and after that they just growled softly and glared at each for a solid minute, not even blinking.  Before you knew it they were wrestling for dominance right in front of you on the bed as you awkwardly scooted as far away from them as you could.  They wrestled and scent marked one another to establish dominance before Eli narrowly came out on top as the winner. Sometime during their little altercation they had lost all their clothing but their underwear and sweat covered both of them, the musk was almost tangible.  Eli held Ian down and moved his underwear out of the way to expose his hole before sliding his down to free his large cock. He did not hesitate as he leaned over his husband and plunged his dick in him in one swift motion and started well and truly pounding him right in front of you. Eli’s massive full nuts slapped ceaseless into Ian as if an auditory declaration of Eli’s dominance over the other alpha.  You could not pull your eyes away as the spectacle continued to unfold with the blond knotting Ian as he growled softly and bit his earlobe before filling him with a hot load of cum.  Well… you had at times wondered how alpha couples let out sexual frustrations and urges and how they resolved dominance conflicts. Apparently the answer was fighting for dominance and the winner passionately pumping the loser full of hot seed.  The more you know.  The one good thing about having two alphas seeing to you was that your ankle healed fairly easily with all of your needs so thoroughly attended to. You just had to bind your time and make your escape. It would not be the type of thing you could just do haphazardly.  Ian and Eli had moved all of your and Desmond’s things into their large house and they had told your old landlord you were moving out so you had nowhere to go, except maybe to the police. It was the only thing you could think of.  You decided that you would slowly pack a couple of bags up of clothes and your and Desmond’s most important possessions while gradually acting more cooperative with your captives to lull them into a false sense of security then once you had them fooled and your bags were packed you would disappear with Desmond in the dead quiet of night.  You would not have too much time to bait them into complacency though, the longer you were here the harder it would be on Desmond, they already had him calling them his other daddies.  The next day you began to slowly pack two bags of essentials that you couldn’t leave behind, you added to them daily and kept them hidden securely under Desmond’s bed. All the while you acted increasingly sweet to your captors.  When one of them sat by you in bed, all musky and smelly after work, instead of shying away you would lean on them or put your hand on theirs. No matter how nauseating it was for you. When they kissed you you forced yourself to kiss them back, even if only on their cheeks. On a couple occasions you cooked a meal for them, you were not particularly gifted in the culinary arts, but you were not particularly terrible either. And eventually you even remade the nest on the bed with a lot of their freshly dirty laundry and all of the plushies and blankets they had scented for you.  Every time you leaned on them their hearts melted all over again for you, whenever you graced their cheeks with a soft kiss they were totally reassured that you loved them, even if you were too shy to say it out loud, and when you made them a meal they savored every bite as they were sure it was made with love and they were so proud of their kind “omega” house husband.  Oh, and when their little mate willingly made off with their dirty clothes and made a nest with their smell? That sent them over the moon. The pride and joy they had knowing their new boyfriend was getting comforted enough by their pheromones to sneakily steal their laundry was indescribable.  Your plan was working perfectly. And when the day came where they had both planned on going to work later you knew you had finally received their trust and would have your chance to escape.  When they had left you quickly grabbed your supplies and bundled up your son, you were finally going to escape from this hell.  Desmond looked up at you cutely as you held him, “Where are we going?”  “We are going on a little trip, okay?” You told him gently as you kissed his head gently.  “I wanna go back to sleeeep” He whined, it was about time for his nap, Ian and Eli had left in the afternoon today.  “You can in a bit ok-” You dropped your sentence, the word forgotten as you opened the door and saw Ian and Eli standing there, Eli’s hand outreached as he had been about to open the door. They had actually forgotten it was a holiday and there was no work today or tomorrow. Unfortunately, you had forgotten too.  “Uh, (Y/N), sweetie... where are you going with Desmond and all that stuff?” Eli looked and sounded genuinely heartbroken, his red eyes even threatening to cry.  Desmond’s little voice piped up, “Don’t cry daddy! We are going on a trip!”  “Come here little man, it’s your nap time”, Ian took Desmond from you and put him back in his bed for his nap time before returning to the living room.  You just looked down, guiltily avoiding their eyes, unable to summon any words in your defense.  It was Eli who broke the silence.  “Well, aren’t you going to say something (Y/N)!? Why were you trying to leave? We thought you loved us.” He crossed his arms and looked at you sternly.  Something in his words made you snap.  “You kidnapped me and my son, you keep me locked in here and miserable, I hate you, I hate both of you so much!”  Eli took a step closer to you before responding in utter denial, incapable of believing such claims after you had clearly started to warm up to them. “No! You love us! You were so nice all week..”  Eli’s eyes could not hold back anymore and a tear made its way down his cheek.  “Because I was trying to get your trust to escape, asshole!!”  “Hey, don’t talk to Eli like that! You’re really being grouchy today (Y/N)… do we need to take better care of you?” Ian got close and rubbed your arm. “OH! I know what it is, you need breeding!! You’re acting up because we neglected you and didn’t slide in our knots, of course that is it, you’re just a cute bratty omega too shy to ask for what you needed so you lashed out for attention~~”  At this obvious explanation for your actions Eli perked up immediately.  “Yeah, that must be it, (Y/N) just really needs to mate and was too shy to say anything when his alphas should have been able to anticipate his needs! Well don’t worry sweet pea, turns out today is a holiday, so we can relax and take care of you as much as you need us too~”  “W-wait no! It’s not like that! I really h-” Your words were cut off by an excited Ian.  “Babe, in the future if you need one of our knots just hop on okay, you don’t need to be all shy about it~” And with that Eli took you by the arm and practically dragged you into the bedroom.  You probably would have struggled, but you were too stunned and flustered by the way things had unfolded to do anything. Eli placed you a bit roughly on the bed, a bit too excited to feel you around his knot to treat you as gently as he typically preferred.  Eli took up position on his knees behind your head, his crotch hovering above your face ominously as he began to peel away your shirt.  Ian got in a similar position behind your ass and easily removed your pants and underwear despite your squirming. Your protests only elicited smirks and chuckles. Even now, as you kicked, writhed, and pleaded, they were sure you were just too shy to admit that you desperately needed a forceful deep breeding.  Eli disrobed and his cock bounced free above your face, smearing a bit of precum on your forehead. He pinned your arms down as he began smothering your face with his musky nuts. Scenting you in this lewd manner made him hard faster than anything else ever had.  Meanwhile Ian was between your legs, licking and nuzzling against your own nuts, moaning softly as he inhaled your heavenly scent before moving his attention to your tight asshole. He began kissing and licking it tenderly, a string of drool connecting the two of you as he pulled back before diving back between your cheeks for more.  You redoubled your struggles as you felt him give attention to your hole, but you were no match for an alpha, let alone two of them.  Eli began prodding your lips with his cock, desperately wanting to feel the hot wet insides of your mouth on his dick, but you held your mouth closed and moved your head as much as you could to deny him entry, at the same time you were also clenching your ass closed as tightly as humanly possible to avoid letting in Ian’s overly eager tongue get a taste of you.  Ian slid his long tongue into you anyway, gradually wiggling against you and slipping in, this caused you to gasp in surprise and Eli wasted no time in shoving his massive cock right past your lips and slowly grinding it into your face. “Shit, your mouth is so amazing, (Y/N), definitely made for this weren’t you?”  It was by no means small and you gagged horribly as his constantly dripping precum was forced down your throat, tears began to fill your eyes as a rod invaded you from one end and Ian continued passionately making out with your ass from the other end.  “Don’t feel bad about not making any slick baby doll, I lubed you up with my spit~” Ian knew you still were not quite ready for him though so he slowly inserted a finger into your well kissed entrance, lovingly feeling around your warm folds before finding your special spot.  He knew he hit it when you let out a gagged and muffled moan and bucked your hips involuntarily as he continued rubbing you there, adding another finger to his delicate ministrations.  As you began to see the first hint of stars from Ian fingering you you were gagging and crying more as Eli’s cock began knotting your face as he began grinding himself deeper into your face, his dick imprint now visible in your throat.  And while you were busy worrying about whether or not you would die choking on a knotted cock Ian decided that it was almost time to slide his length into the warm waiting embrace of your insides. He aligned the tip with your hole, adding more natural lube by smearing his precum all over it, just to make absolutely sure that it would enter easily before he eased himself into you. He was being abundantly careful with you, something that Eli was not. |  Eli was roughly fucking your face, stopping only briefly when it seemed necessary to make sure that you did not lose consciousness, though at this point that may have almost been the more merciful of the two options.  At this point two twin rivers of tears were streaming down your face. The violation, the helplessness, the gagging, the unwilling pleasure building inside you with each thrust made by Ian.  Now that you had acclimated nicely to being slowly explored by his cock Ian had picked up the pace considerably and was now focused a bit more on seeking his release than on your comfort. They set up a rhythm for fucking themselves into you, as one thrust forward the other pulled back, using you as a double sided cum dump while you cried uselessly for it to end.  With each powerful stroke came the lewd smack of their balls, one set slapping your ass the other slamming into your face, the sound was so loud and clear throughout your ordeal it was as if it was mocking you further about your situation.  As Ian continued battering your prostate you could not help cumming harder than you ever had in your life, and after you had Ian continued working towards his own orgasm and started fondling your sore nuts and sensitive cock as he did so. “Fuck, babe, you fit so well over my cock (Y/N), so tight and warm for me~”  You were forced to cum twice more, painfully, before the two alphas finally had a synchronous climax, warm heady cum filling you from both ends, forcefully filling you up. You wanted to throw up but you had no choice but to allow it down your throat.    Eli finally removed himself from your mouth with a wet plop as his knot exited your soft, sore lips. You were crying and shaking from the overstimulation and sheer domination that you had been victim of. Eli sat with your head moved into his lap and wiped away your tears and stroked your hair tenderly but you flinched and squealed as he kissed from your cheek to your collarbone and bit down hard, leaving his mark on you. He licked and kissed it tenderly like it was the most beautiful testament to love that he had ever seen, like he was worshipping it.  But Ian was not done yet, his knot was thoroughly buried deep within your hot ass and he intended to fuck you full of at least one more load before stopping. The taste of cum was still on your lips as Eli leaned down and kissed you gently, probing every inch of your mouth with his tongue, tasting himself on your lips, savoring the mingled flavors of your spit and his cum, an addictive concoction created by the shared intimacy between you two.  You were still crying a bit from the continued attention Ian’s cock was so dedicated to providing your ass, but Eli was kissing you and playing with your hair, and trying to comfort you as much as possible. You whimpered into Eli’s comforting lips and clung to his arm as Ian’s efforts made you cum yet again.  Ian increased his pace again, going faster and harder as his pleasure mounted once more. He knew he was about ready to unload in your beautiful body again.  The sight of you being kissed by Eli as you were blissed out with half lidded eyes, your mind temporarily broken as you were swept up in the tumultuous world that existed between the blurred border of pleasure and pain, twitching, whimpering, and moaning oh so deliciously sent him over the edge and his cock throbbed hard inside you, stuffing you to the brim with even more of his love as he shouted, “Oh god, (Y/N), I love you so much!”, Before biting you hard and leaving a big mark opposite of Eli’s, causing you to wince.  Ian’s knot kept him firmly inside you so he pulled you into his lap and held you close to his chest. It was finally over and you clung to him, hiding your face in his neck as you cried. Eli was behind you rubbing your back and kissing your neck comfortingly. “You did so good for us baby doll.”  “Yeah, our good little omega took our knots so well~” Ian cooed softly into your ear.  Both of them were on cloud nine, they had successfully gotten you to live with them and they had actually bred you full of their seed, and now they had you all vulnerable and needy in their arms.  You clung to Ian until you were released from his knot, you had stopped crying but you still felt like any vulnerable needy omega would after such intense breeding, despite being a beta. Your alpha “boyfriends” were going to make sure to give you the best treatment for being a good little mate and taking them both despite your much smaller stature.  They made you a bubble bath and cleaned you off tenderly before bundling you in the softest pajamas that money could buy, they took turns cuddling you in their laps, and they kept kissing and licking your sore neck.  When Desmond woke up later in the day you were in no state to be able to take care of him so Ian did while Eli snuggled and pampered and doted on you non-stop. You just lay by him in bed nuzzled into his hairy underarm, your subconscious had slowly begun to associate the scent of the two alphas with comfort and it was a good place to hide your face in for as long as you wanted to.  He was more than happy to let you get as much of his smell as you needed.  Later that night, when you had recovered more, they fed you all of your favorite sweets and hot chocolate. They wanted to make sure you were filled with all the things that made an omega a happy little mate, not just their thick seed.  You were too tired to refuse, so when one of them pulled you into his lap you willingly nibbled at everything he gave you as you leaned back against his warm chest, they were thrilled with how placated mating had seemed to make you, though they agreed among themselves they had overdone it and that they would be gentler in the future.  You were such a good little mate now, they knew all you had needed was a nice knotting to make you happy. In a twisted way they were not wrong, as they held and babied you you realized you had started to bond with them, it was good that you were, because you certainly would never be living apart from them.

[foxboyqweer]

Holy SHIT you're all so fucking BORING

I will never understand antis in this fandom, dawg. We got snuff streamers, rapists, murderers, incest, necrophilia

But nah, this is where yall draw the line, lmao

You're all weak and will not survive the winter.

This fandom is not for you.

Watch them start swarming and claiming I support EP because of this lmao

[nguyenfinity]

bean and i have been locked in the kitchen, so like AU where beta niki is niki's older brother and otome niki is his younger brother right--

more below

Hiki (22 y.o.) - "nii-san" to his younger brothers; calls Niki "Nikkun"

dropped out of hs and left to travel and be a food journalist after the IncidentTM

pretty chill but would kill a man for his little brothers

rinne is scared of him (something something scary older brother, the 3 cm difference is the only thing keeping red guy from crumpling) (also hiki's basically another version of him and bro's good at dealing with anyone but himself)

he knows rinne is scared of him and thinks it's the funniest thing and will mess with him on purpose

super sensitive to taste, bro can taste if someone put in even 1 grain of salt

despite that he has horribly bad eating habits, bro has tastebuds gifted by the divine themselves but he's on his 12th pack of ramen this week

favorite is the instant noodles he'd make and share with his little brother when he had to watch him while parents were out working

sucks at cooking. rinne was scared of him until he saw him burn water

so chill with pda hes annoying and embarrassing they cannot kiss without him whistling or saying anything

feels guilty about leaving niki from running off to try to redeem the shiina name with his journalism

bicon

exes with oldest sakura nee-han (it's funny and they're on good terms)

drinking buddies with rinne, said nee-han and himeru post-reveal (older bees sibling crew)

Miki (16 y.o.) - "Mikkun" to his older brothers; calls Niki "Aniki"

stayed with other family in japan after the IncidentTM (niki didn't go with him 'cause he wanted to stay)

guilt from not visiting his aniki or trying harder to convince him to come with him to live with family

miki is an edgy brat, sweet but a brat niki: aw he's just a little angel what are you so worried about miki flipping rinne off behind niki's back:

Rinne once again thinking how he lucked out with Hiiro every time he interacts with Miki

niki spoils miki and miki clinging to his aniki cuddling up next to him being the first taste tester getting to choose what niki makes rinnekun on the side fist clenched about to blow a fuse thats his spot thats his job thats his choice and miki Knows

will play video games with rinne tho (sideeyeing the number of runs red guy has on niki's route in the otome)

cut his hair to be different from his brothers

has the opposite problem of niki, he doesnt wanna do food or chef work but all he's good at is food (specifically desserts and he would rather go to business school but he does enjoy making sweets with his aniki)

aroace

if rinne and niki kiss one more time around him he's gonna explode

gets flustered around hiiro in an "i wanna be friends but i'm bad at making friends" way 'cause he's so nice and genuine and excitable and nothing like his brother and rinne's like "yeah no he has a girlfriend"

tiktok kid, always has his phone on him; kinda famous?? people in his comments mostly just go "you look like that guy from crazy:b"

mario party nights with the younger bee sibling squad (hiiro, kaname, kohaku)

also gets into debates with them on who has the best oldest siblings

[chunkzdeluluwife]

𝘿𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙔𝙤𝙪 ~ 𝘼𝙅 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙡

Your best friend AJ gets into a fight to defend you.

Warnings: fighting, kissing, swearing‼️ ( it’s a little long but I swear it’s worth it )

You were in the living room with your friend Brandon, who had come over to hang out. However, things took a turn when he started making you feel uneasy, "accidentally" brushing your hand and placing his hand on your lap.

As AJ was coming downstairs, he noticed the discomfort on your face.

Using the nickname he gave you, he said, "Hey, stink, what's going on?" as he sat beside you, draping an arm over your shoulder. Brandon, visibly annoyed by AJ's presence, frowned.

"Just... hanging," you said, giving a clear sign that you were uncomfortable.

AJ caught on and noticed that you were uneasy; he could tell Brandon was making you feel uncomfortable. He pulled you closer to him by your waist as he gave Brandon the "cut it out" look.

But Brandon didn't get the hint. He put his hand on your knee, softly rubbing it.

"Hey guys," you said, lightly pushing Brandon's hand away from your knee.

"Why don't we play a board game?"

"Yeah, great idea," AJ said, still mad from seeing Brandon's hand touching you. Brandon gave you a dirty look before he spoke, "Yeah, sure, what game do you want to play?"

You stood up to look at the board games. "Ummm, we have The Game of Life, Uno, or Candy Land."

Brandon scoffed at the options. "Those are so lame." AJ rolled his eyes at his friend before looking at the board games. "Candy Land sounds good. Let's play that one.”

Brandon didn't say anything, though he didn't seem pleased by the choice of game.

"Well, sorry you think they're lame, Brandon. They're some of my favorites," you said, chuckling as you set up the game.

AJ chuckled as he helped set up the game with you. He knew how much you loved these games, and the fact that Brandon called them lame annoyed him. Brandon muttered quietly "Whatever." He just crossed his arms and waited for the game to start.

"Okay, are we ready to start?"

"Yeah, I'm ready," AJ said, looking at Brandon to see if he was ready too.

Brandon grumbled quietly, "Yeah, let's just get this over with."

The three of you started playing the game, and AJ seemed to be enjoying it, but Brandon was still grumbling and complaining about the game. AJ could tell that you were getting annoyed by Brandon's attitude, but he didn't want to start anything. Instead, he tried to focus on the game and keep things lighthearted.

"I have a better idea than this game-7 minutes in heaven, me and Yn first," Brandon said, smirking.

AJ immediately felt himself get angrier as soon as Brandon suggested the idea. He clenched his fists but tried to keep it together.

"No way, man," AJ said through gritted teeth. "That's not happening."

"Brandon, I think you should go home," you said quietly.

Brandon's smirk faded as he heard your suggestion. He looked at you with an annoyed expression and spoke, "Why should I go home? I thought we were hanging out."

AJ stood up and walked over to Brandon; he couldn't take his attitude anymore.

"Dude, you've been disrespecting her and acting like a creep the entire time you've been here AJ said, his voice hardening. "You need to leave."

"No way," Brandon said. “Yn why are you letting him control what we do?"

AJ clenched his fists even tighter, ready to lash out at him.

"This has nothing to do with controlling anyone," AJ snapped back. "It's about respecting boundaries and making sure she feels comfortable. And you clearly don't care about that."

"I'm both of your friends. I don't see the problem," Brandon said. He stood up and took a step closer to you. "And why aren't you saying anything?"

The mood grew tense as Brandon got closer to you. AJ stepped between the two of you, ready to defend you if necessary.

"Back off, man," AJ warned. "She doesn't need to say anything. You're the one causing problems."

"Move out of the way, short boy," Brandon said to AJ.

AJ's anger flared even more as Brandon tried to push him aside.

"Don't call me that," AJ snapped, his voice low and dangerous. "And I'm not moving. You're the one who needs to leave before I make you."

"Do you want to fight or something? I thought we were friends."

AJ gritted his teeth, his patience wearing thin.

"We're supposed to be friends," he said through clenched teeth. "But friends don't act like you do. They respect each other and respect boundaries."

AJ pointed a finger at Brandon, his eyes filled with anger. "If you don't leave now, I swear I'll make you."

"Then let's fight, you fucking bitch."

The anger in AJ's eyes intensified as he heard Brandon's words. He took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides.

"You really want to do this?" AJ said, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll take you on."

"Guys, let's stop," you said worriedly.

AJ's heart softened at your pleading voice. His anger was replaced with worry for you. He knew you hated confrontations. He took a deep breath, his clenched fists slowly unclenching.

"Alright, calm down," he said, looking at Brandon. "We don't have to fight."

"Ugh, you pussy," Brandon said as he swung his fist at AJ's face.

Despite trying to de-escalate the situation, the unexpected blow caught AJ off guard. He stumbled backward as pain shot through his face. He touched his face gingerly, anger and pain replacing his previous demeanor.

"You son of a bitch," he spat, charging forward and tackling Brandon to the ground.

"Oh fuck," you said, running to get your phone to call for help.

AJ and Brandon continued to fight, fists flying and grunts of pain filling the air. It was a chaotic scene as the two boys rolled on the ground, each trying to gain the upper hand. As you ran to get your phone, you heard the sound of crashing and muffled swearing.

You first called the cops, telling them about the situation with your two friends fighting, and then you called Niko, AJ's best friend, who knew how to handle any situation.

As you called the cops and Niko, the fighting continued. The sound of punches and grunts echoed through the room, mixed with the occasional thud as one boy tackled the other.

Within minutes, the sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance, growing louder as the police got closer to your house.

You couldn't bear to look at the guys fighting on your floor, where there was probably blood and scattered items.

The sight of your once peaceful home now turned into a chaotic mess was overwhelming. Items were scattered everywhere, and the sight of blood and your two friends fighting made your heart ache. The sound of approaching sirens grew louder, signaling the arrival of the police, who were coming to break up the fight.

The fighting continued and got louder as the two boys struggled, each trying to pin the other down. When the police arrived, they burst through the front door and immediately took in the chaotic scene. They quickly separated AJ and Brandon, shouting at them to calm down and stop fighting.

The two boys were roughly pushed apart by the police. Both AJ and Brandon were breathing heavily, their faces bloodied and bruised. The room was a mess, and the officers glanced around, absorbing the disarray.

One of the officers approached you, noticing your worried expression. “Are you the one who called us?” he asked.

“Yes, I did. I’m Yn,” you replied.

The officer gave you a reassuring smile. “We appreciate the call. Can you tell us what happened here?”

“Brandon was acting weird the whole time we were hanging out,” you explained. “He asked me to do something sexual, and when I refused, AJ defended me. But then Brandon got physical and punched AJ.”

The officer listened intently as you recounted the events, his expression growing more serious. “Alright, I see,” he said, taking notes in a small notebook. “So, Brandon was making unwanted advances and became aggressive when his advances were rejected?”

“Yes, that’s what happened.”

The officer nodded, jotting down a few more notes before looking back up at you. “And who is AJ? The one who was defending you?”

“He’s my best friend.”

The officer nodded again, continuing to write in his notebook. “Alright, we’ll need to speak with him as well. Can you point him out to us?”

You pointed him out among the two boys, who stood beaten and bruised.

The officer followed your direction and spotted AJ, who was looking battered from the fight. He approached him, a serious look on his face. “Are you AJ?” he asked, confirming his identity.

AJ nodded, his voice hoarse. “Yes, that’s me.”

The officer wrote down a few more details. “I need to ask you a few questions,” he said. “Can you tell me what led up to the fight?”

AJ took a deep breath, wincing as he did so. “We were hanging out at Yn’s place,” he explained. “And Brandon was making her uncomfortable. He was being weird and crossing boundaries.”

The officer nodded, listening closely. “And what happened next?”

“I tried to defend her,” AJ said. “I told him to back off and respect her boundaries. But Brandon didn’t listen and threw the first punch.”

The officer made a few more notes. “I understand,” he said. “And then the fight escalated?”

“Yeah, it did,” AJ confirmed. “We started fighting, and things got out of control.”

The officer nodded, continuing to take down AJ’s statement. “Alright, I think I have enough information for now,” he said. “We’ll need to take a statement from Brandon as well.”

Just then, Niko arrived at Yn’s house, looking shocked.

Niko walked into the chaotic scene, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the bloodied and beaten boys and the scattered items on the floor. “What the hell happened here?” he asked, looking around in disbelief.

You led Niko out of the house and explained the situation.

Niko listened intently as you told him about what had unfolded. Anger flashed in his eyes when he heard about Brandon’s inappropriate behavior and the ensuing fight. “That jerk,” he muttered, clenching his fists. “I can’t believe Brandon would do that to you. How are you holding up?”

“I’m fine, really, just worried about AJ,” you said, glancing back at the door.

Niko placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “AJ is tough,” he said confidently. “He can handle himself. He was just defending you.”

“Besides,” Niko added with a smirk, “Brandon got it worse, didn’t he?”

“I was too scared to look,” you said, laughing.

Niko chuckled along with you, but his expression softened. “Hey, you don’t have to be scared,” he said. “AJ can take care of himself. He’s been in worse fights before.”

“Jeez, don’t remind me of his fights,” you said, walking back into the house to check on AJ.

Niko chuckled again as he followed you. He knew AJ had a history of getting into scraps, but he also knew his best friend was good at defending himself. As you both walked back into the living room, Niko spotted AJ sitting on the couch, looking roughed up but overall alright.

AJ looked up as you and Niko walked in. He managed a weak smile, his face still bruised and battered. “Hey,” he greeted you, his voice hoarse.

“You okay?” you asked, sitting down on the couch beside him and grabbing his hand.

AJ squeezed your hand back, his grip weak but reassuring. “I’ll be fine,” he promised. “Nothing a few ice packs can’t fix.”

Niko stood off to the side, watching the interaction between you and AJ with a smirk on his face.

“I was worried, you know.”

AJ’s expression softened as he looked at you. “I know,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I didn’t want things to get out of control like that.”

“Niko, what are you doing here?” AJ asked.

Niko chuckled, crossing his arms. “I heard what went down and had to come check on my best friend,” he said, grinning. “Looks like things got pretty intense in here.”

“Yeah, it’s going to be pretty intense for me to clean up,” you said, laughing.

AJ chuckled weakly, wincing slightly as he did so. “Sorry about the mess,” he said apologetically. “We kind of made a wreck in here.”

Niko chimed in, still smirking. “Yeah, looks like a hurricane went through here.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at Niko’s remark, picturing the chaotic scene before you. AJ rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, very funny,” he said dryly, but a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“If you’re okay to leave with the police, we can go get you some medicine at the doctor.”

AJ nodded, wincing as he moved to get up from the couch. “Yeah, I’m good to go,” he said, standing up with a grimace. “I could use some medicine for the throbbing pain.”

“Yeah, alright,” you said, and then heard a “Hey Yn!” yell from Brandon, who was standing in the kitchen with the police, now in cuffs.

You turned your head toward the kitchen where Brandon was being held by the police. He called out your name, and you felt a pang of anxiety in your chest. AJ’s grip on your hand tightened, his protective instincts kicking in. Niko stepped closer to you as well, ready to defend you if needed.

The police officer gave Brandon a warning look, but he seemingly ignored it and kept talking.

Brandon shot a glare at AJ, who stood by your side, before addressing you again. “I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice full of entitlement.

“I think we’re good, Brandon.”

Brandon’s expression hardened as you spoke, clearly unhappy with your response. He strained against the cuffs, trying to make his way toward you. “No, I’m not done talking,” he insisted, his voice rising. “I need to talk to you, alone.”

“Maybe another day,” you said, walking away.

Brandon looked at you with a mix of anger and desperation, frustrated that you wouldn’t give him the attention he felt he deserved. “You can’t just walk away! I’m not done talking to you!” he called after you. The police officer intervened, restraining Brandon and trying to calm him down.

You jumped in the car and drove AJ to the clinic with Niko tagging along.

The ride to the clinic was mostly silent, save for the sound of AJ’s occasional winces of pain. Niko sat in the backseat, stealing sidelong glances at you and AJ every now and then, noticing the concern etched on your face.

As you arrived at the clinic, you helped AJ out of the car and guided him into the waiting room. The receptionist took one look at the state of his face and immediately ushered you to a private room. Niko stayed nearby, watching quietly as the doctor examined AJ and administered some medicine for his pain.

The doctor looked over AJ’s injuries, checking his face and other areas where he took the brunt of the hits. “You got yourself into quite the fight, didn’t you?” the doctor remarked as he applied some ointment to a particularly nasty cut on AJ’s forehead.

“Not one your girlfriend would approve of,” the doctor said, looking at you.

You felt the heat creeping up your cheeks at the doctor’s comment and couldn’t help but glance over at Niko and AJ, who were both silently watching you.

AJ chuckled weakly, wincing as the doctor dabbed more ointment on his face. Niko, on the other hand, smirked, clearly enjoying the flustered expression on your face.

The doctor, oblivious to your actual relationship status with AJ, continued to chat with you, making assumptive comments regarding your supposed relationship. “So, how long have you two been together?” he asked, as he wrapped a bandage around AJ’s bruised knuckles.

“We’ve been friends for 9 years.”

The doctor looked surprised, his eyebrows raising in mild surprise. “Oh, I see,” he said, seemingly confused. “You’re just friends?”

He finished wrapping the bandage on AJ’s knuckles and looked at you with a somewhat perplexed expression. “I just assumed, given how he’s defending you and how concerned you look,” he added, gesturing toward AJ, who was quietly sitting on the examination table.

You looked at AJ, but he was looking down.

AJ kept his gaze fixated on the floor, seemingly lost in thought. He didn’t seem to want to engage in the conversation about your relationship, preferring to let you answer the doctor’s questions.

Niko, who had been quietly observing the exchange, chuckled silently. He knew the truth about your relationship with AJ and found the doctor’s assumptions amusing.

“Well, here is his ointment, and make sure to change his bandages. This is the pain medicine he will be taking for the next week. You’re free to go,” said the doctor.

The doctor handed you a small paper bag containing the ointment and prescription medication for AJ. Niko stepped forward as you helped AJ off the examination table, ready to drive you all back home.

“Thanks, Doc,” AJ said hoarsely, his voice still raw from the earlier fight.

The doctor nodded, his eyebrows furrowing together as he spoke. “Take it easy the next few days. I’d advise avoiding any more fights.”

“Easier said than done,” AJ replied with a lopsided grin, wincing slightly as he did so. Niko chuckled beside you, shaking his head amusedly.

As they walked back to the car, you said, “AJ, are you okay going back to your house alone, or do you want to stay with me or Niko?”

AJ considered your question for a moment, his expression thoughtful as he weighed his options. He looked over at Niko, who had an eyebrow raised, waiting curiously for his answer. Then he looked back at you, his gaze lingering on your face. “Can I stay over at your place?” he asked finally, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

“Wow, you don’t want to stay with your best friend?” Niko said.

AJ chuckled weakly, rolling his eyes at Niko. “I’m tired and bruised, and I know she’ll take better care of me than you will,” he said jokingly, gesturing toward you.

“Okay then, let’s go back home so Niko can pick up his car,” you said, getting in the driver’s seat.

Niko mock-pouted, feigning offense. “I’ll have you know I can be very nurturing,” he protested lightheartedly. AJ snickered as he slid into the passenger seat beside you.

As you all reached home, Niko said his goodbyes and drove back home. Then you and AJ walked into the big mess of his second home.

As you and AJ entered his place, you were struck by the disarray that had resulted from the earlier fight. The remnants of the struggle were still visible, with scattered items on the floor and signs of furniture being knocked over. AJ winced visibly as he looked around at the mess. “Sorry about this,” he apologized quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s fine,” Yn said. “You can sleep in my bed tonight, and I’ll treat you in there.”

AJ looked at you, his expression softening at your offer.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice a bit raspy. “I don’t want to kick you out of your bed.”

“You’re more important right now; it’ll be fine,” Yn said, guiding AJ to her bed.

AJ followed you obediently, wincing slightly with every step as his body still ached from the earlier fight. He plopped onto your bed, a tired sigh escaping his lips.

He leaned back against the pillows, wincing as he shifted to a more comfortable position. His expression was a mixture of fatigue, pain, and a hint of vulnerability. It was clear that the events of the night had taken a toll on him.

“Are you too tired to eat anything, or do you want some soup?”

AJ thought for a moment, considering his stomach. Despite his weary state, he was feeling a bit hungry. “Some soup would be great,” he said quietly, his voice hoarse. “But only if it’s not too much trouble.”

“You’re good, AJ,” Yn said, giving him a light kiss on the cheek as she walked out of the room to make him some soup.

As you left the room, heading to the kitchen, AJ’s hand instinctively reached up to touch his cheek where your lips had just grazed him. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He settled back against the pillows, his heart rate slightly higher than before.

Ever since high school, AJ had harbored feelings for you. But the fear of ruining the strong bond that you had built as best friends over the years held him back from expressing his true emotions. He valued your friendship immensely and didn’t want to risk losing it by confessing his love.

Around 15 minutes later, Yn came back with the soup. “Here, eat up,” she said, sitting on the bed with the bowl in her hand and a spoon in the other, pointing it to his mouth.

AJ shifted a little, sitting up straighter against the pillows as you approached with the soup. He opened his mouth obediently as you fed him the first spoonful. The soup’s warmth soothed his sore throat, and he swallowed gratefully. “Thanks,” he mumbled quietly, his eyes meeting yours.

“Mhm,” Yn continued to feed him until the bowl was empty, then placed it on the bedside table.

With the bowl now empty, you placed it on the bedside table, your attention returning to AJ, who was now settling back against the pillows. He looked a bit more relaxed and at ease now, his earlier tension fading away. However, you still noticed a hint of discomfort on his face.

“You have some pajamas that you left here the last time you spent the night. Do you want to wear them?”

AJ nodded slightly, his voice still raspy as he replied, “Yeah, that’d be good,” he said quietly. “These clothes I’m currently wearing aren’t the most comfortable for sleeping in.”

You stood up from the bed and headed to your closet, searching for the pajamas that AJ had left behind on his previous stay. After a moment, you found them folded neatly: a comfortable pair of soft flannel pants and a loose-fitting shirt.

You brought the pajamas back to the bed, handing them over to AJ. “Here you go,” you said. “These should be more comfortable.”

“Do you need help putting them on?”

AJ considered your offer for a moment, his pride slightly reluctant to accept help. However, the pain and exhaustion from the day’s events were weighing heavily on him, making it difficult for him to move freely without wincing. He let out a small sigh and nodded. “Yeah, I think I do,” he admitted sheepishly.

You sat on the edge of the bed next to AJ, helping him carefully remove his current clothes. He winced slightly as you aided him, the movement causing pain to flare up in his bruised body.

Once he was undressed, you helped him put on the soft pajama pants first, followed by the loose-fitting shirt. The material felt cool and comfortable against his skin, and he let out a small sigh of relief as he settled back against the pillows.

“Thanks,” he muttered, his voice a bit hoarse. He adjusted his position slightly, trying to find a comfortable spot that would alleviate some of the pain in his bruised body.

“Okay, I’ll be back. I’m just going to change and get ready for bed.”

AJ nodded, watching as you headed out of the room to change into your own pajamas. Despite his weary state, his heart was still pounding from the feeling of your close proximity earlier when you helped him change.

He tried to steady his breathing as he waited for you to return, his thoughts swirling with a mixture of fatigue, pain, and the lingering emotions he felt for you.

Yn came back with her pink nightgown on and her face freshly washed. “Do you need anything before I go sleep on the couch?”

AJ looked at you as you entered the room, his eyes taking in your appearance in your nightdress. A pang of disappointment shot through him as you mentioned sleeping on the couch. He shook his head slightly, a hint of pleading in his eyes. “Stay,” he said quietly, his voice rough. “Can’t you sleep in here?”

“With you?”

AJ nodded slightly, his expression earnest. “Yeah, with me.” Despite his pain and fatigue, there was a hint of desperation in his eyes, a desire to have you close by his side.

“Umm, okay,” she said, turning off the lights and crawling beside him.

As you turned off the lights and climbed into bed beside AJ, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. The comfort of your presence next to him was both soothing and stirring, causing his heart rate to pick up again.

He shifted a little, his body still aching, and looked over at you in the dim light.

With you so close to him, AJ felt a wave of emotions wash over him. The warmth of your body next to him, the scent of your hair, and the memory of your touch earlier all combined to make his heart beat faster. His eyes searched your face in the dim light, and he swallowed hard before finally speaking. “I need to tell you something,” he whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

“Tell me,” Yn said, turning to him.

AJ took a deep breath, his heart drumming loudly in his chest. “I… I have feelings for you,” he confessed quietly. “More than just friends. For a long time.” He clenched his fists, his eyes never leaving your face, trying to gauge your reaction to his confession.

The silence in the room was deafening as he waited anxiously for your response. The pain in his bruised body seemed to fade into the background as he focused all his attention on your reaction to his confession.

“AJ, really?”

AJ’s breath caught in his chest as you spoke, his heart clenching nervously. He nodded slowly, keeping his gaze locked with yours. “Yes, really,” he replied hoarsely. “I’ve been feeling this way for a while now, but I was always too scared to tell you.”

“Well, I’m glad you did,” she said, leaning in to kiss him.

AJ’s eyes widened slightly as you leaned in to kiss him. His heart skipped a beat as your lips met his, a mixture of surprise and relief flooding through him. He returned the kiss hungrily, his hands moving to gently cup your face. Despite his bruised and battered body, the pain was momentarily forgotten as the world around them seemed to melt away.

Yn pulled away. “I’ve liked you ever since we became friends.”

AJ’s eyes searched your face, a mixture of bewilderment and joy etched on his features. “You have?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “All this time… you felt the same way too?”

“Mhm,” she laughed.

AJ let out a disbelieving chuckle, a warm smile spreading across his face. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing; you had liked him all this time. His hand reached up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle yet filled with affection. “Why didn’t you say something?” he asked, his eyes softening as he looked at you.

“Well, of course, I was too scared to say anything.”

AJ nodded, his expression understanding and compassionate. “I know the feeling,” he admitted, his smile filled with a mixture of amusement and affection. “I was scared too.” He let out a small sigh, his body shifting a little closer to yours. “We’re idiots, you know that?” he said with a weary chuckle.

“I guess so. We know each other so well but couldn’t spot when we liked each other,” Yn said, laughing.

AJ chuckled in agreement, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “And look at us now. Finally confessing to each other in the middle of the night with bruised bodies,” he said, shaking his head softly.

“I can’t believe you guys fought today. All that mess in my house.”

AJ winced slightly as he remembered the fight, guilt creeping into his expression. “I’m sorry about that,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean for it to get so out of hand. I just…” His voice trailed off, his jaw clenching as he thought about the reason for the fight.

“It’s fine. I should be saying thank you, honestly. You protected me.”

AJ smiled weakly, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “Of course I’d protect you,” he said quietly. “I care about you a lot.” He reached out and took your hand in his, his fingers lacing gently with yours.

“Well, don’t do it all the time. I don’t like to see you in pain,” she laughed, holding on to AJ’s hand and bringing it up to her lips to kiss his bruised knuckles.

AJ chuckled softly, wincing only slightly as you gently kissed his bruised knuckles. “No promises, princess,” he teased, his thumb lightly stroking the back of your hand. He paused for a moment, his expression turning more serious. “I’ll always protect you, even if it means getting battered and bruised. I can’t help it.”

“Alright, stink, let’s go to bed.”

AJ chuckled at your nickname for him, a small smile still on his lips. “Yeah, let’s go to bed,” he agreed, shifting slightly to get comfortable. His body was still aching, but the pain didn’t seem as overwhelming now that you were close. “Goodnight, princess,” he murmured as he closed his eyes, still holding onto your hand.

“Goodnight, AJ.”

AJ drifted off to sleep, his hand still holding onto yours. His breathing stabilized, and his face softened as tiredness took over. The room was silent except for the soft sounds of his steady breathing.

[yanderenightmare]

TW: slight nsfw, omegaverse

gn reader

The big, strong Alpha who is super needy and clingy with his omega mate. Utterly infatuated by you—ecstatic you finally agreed to be his. Every day is a new honeymoon, wrapping you in his big arms and lifting you off your feet, squishing you tender. Telling you you’re gorgeous, nearly getting teary-eyed when gushing over how cute and bite-sized you are, even when you’ve got sleepy eyes and bedhead, wearing what you slept in—his oversized shirt.

He just can’t handle how baby you are.

Your mating mark has only just healed—the skin thin and tender, scarring nicely into a perfect print of teeth that are unmistakably his. And still, he wants to mark you anew every single day.

You’re trying to read. Lying on the couch with a book perched atop the mass of your giant Alpha boyfriend, who has you draped under him like a thick blanket. Your chin rests on the meaty muscle of his shoulder, peaking over the blade and his broad back to the book you struggle to hold open, arms only barely reaching around his waist in the position—it’s a little straining, but it’s the best you could ask for as you have no chance telling him to get off without him looking up at you, big puppy dogs eyes on the verge of tears.

His face rests in the grove of your neck, licking and sucking the healed bite he’d left there a couple of months ago. Grazing it with his teeth, he gives it a few lingering nibbles that cause a slight sting.

“Hey, you,” you warn, like an owner calling the name of their pet when they’re doing something they know they’re not supposed to. His movement stills, teeth resting in half a bite. “The doctor said to leave it alone.”

He hums and goes back to sucking again, only tenderly kissing it.

You continue reading, but it becomes impossible as his back raises. The link of your arms breaks, not long enough to sustain the stretch, and your book pays the price, lost in the struggle and falling to a close on the floor.

You sigh with a blank stare at the ceiling above, thinking—this is hopeless.

Meanwhile, he continues unbothered, mouthing along your artery up to your ear. You shy away from the tickle, and he moves on to your cheek.

“Hey—”

He eats the protest from your lips, replacing it with his tongue. You don’t push him away—it would only make him whine, so you indulge him. He growls softly as you open your mouth for him.

His hands squeeze your waist impatiently, slipping beneath the band of your boxer shorts and immediately grabbing both handfuls of your ass—lifting you and slotting himself between your thighs. The bulge is enough to make you moan.

“Geez…” you mumble once your lips part, speaking thickly with breaths “It’s like a never-ending rut with you.”

His voice is even worse off. “I can’t help it. You’re just so pretty.” A continuous whimper laces each syllable, all but feeding you the words, unable to keep his lips off you. “I need you so bad it hurts.”

Beneath the whining, there’s a rumble in his chest. You feel it as you put your hands on his chest, a low running growl pushed down and kept there as he does all in his power to hold back.

You cup his big jaw with both your hands, looking at his miserable face with a sigh, “What am I supposed to do with you?” You look him square in the eye with strictness. His hands all but quake, giving you the silent look of pleading, begging for your mercy.

You end up sighing again, this time in defeat. 

“Okay, big boy. Fine. Once more before bed. But you better go easy—I wanna be able to walk tomorrow—”

He kisses your pout and moves downwards, smearing sloppy pecks down your chest, chanting, “Thank you, thank you—”  and pulling your shorts with him as he goes.

♡ BNHA – Deku, Shoto, Denki, Kirishima, Hawks, Natsuo, stupid soft Bakugou ♡ JJK – Gojo, Yuji, Geto, Yuuta, Choso ♡ HQ – Bokuto, Miya twins, Kageyama, Kuro ♡ CSM – Denji ♡ AOT – Eren, Armin ♡ DS – Zenitsu, Tanjiro

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[scara-writes]

orange juice

Beta Female Reader x Y! Omega Male

Beta X Omega I rarely seen those so why not. Let us make it more spicy by making the lead yandere. I still don't understand some concept in omegaverse so... I'm gonna make my own rule lol.

Just a heads up, grammatically errors incoming. Not proof read. Anything that is in this fiction does not meant to offend anyone. That is why it's called fiction.

CW: yandere, cursing, mention of killing.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

(THIS IS REPOST BECAUSE I REALIZED THAT SIDE BLOGS HAS LIMITED ACCESS SO I MADE A NEW ACCOUNT ;∆;)

"H-hello!" You turn around to see a familiar face visiting your spa. His pretty purple eyes were eccentric the way it brightened up when he saw you acknowledging him. It's the pretty boy you've saved last week from being pick on by the Alphas.

He was surprised that a beta like you actually didn't get intimidated by the presence of them. Well technically you did, but you pretended to be a police officer showing your fake badge and that 'back-up' is on their way to apprehend them when you noticed they were not buying your bluff at first, thankfully the Alphas that were hovering on him retreated. It was kinda funny they weren't intimidated by you until you held out a fake badge that could get them in trouble by their own law.

That idea was dumb but most people always fell for your trick, though you might get in trouble someday for the false identity which is why you only use it for emergency. Long story short, your aunt taught you this for survival in this dog water society.

At first, the pink haired male glared at you, you could careless about him since you were getting annoyed by the fact that they are giving a ruckus outside your spa and its driving away your customers. You don't want your boss finding out about this. The Alpha who guards outside the house is still taking care of his wife, so all the responsibility falls onto you the only beta employee present the rest are omegas because the other betas and alphas employees has different schedule. You were the 'strongest' among the employees inside.

You stare at the omega for a second.

The heck did you do? Why's he glaring at you?

You mentally shrugged before turning around to go back to your shop, not waiting for him to whether or not he should thank you.

A sudden angry shout from him made you pause from your tracks, "You are the same as those men earlier! I-I don't need you to save me!"

You turn to him with a deadpan look. "What are you on about?"

"Y-you think omega's are powerless and need to be protected, that's why you saved me, right?!" You can see he was quivering a little bit, his eyes are starting to show disgust look towards you. "Y-you think we don't need a jobs or—or we just need to sit still and look pretty—to be use like an incubator!" You can feel in his voice that his emotions must have been bubbling out seeing that his talk is becoming incoherent.

You scratched your head and sigh irritation, "Calm down dude. First of all, that is how Alphas that are 'leading' the society viewed omegas which is bullcrap and I don't believe in that, People who thinks like that need to check their brains in the nearby hospital. Also, I believe everyone can be independent and take care of themselves long as they can, I could careless about what the society says they can't control my life. True, omegas may be weak in nature against others but that doesn't mean all of them are weak or they are only used to look pretty for giving an offspring, they can be independent too if they wanted to. Second, you probably know how to handle them seeing you are very composed earlier but this loud noise is giving me a headache and my customers are leaving because how noisy it was. Now, If I offend you in someway well then I apologize. Bye." You gave him a small lazy wave before turning away not waiting for his response, quickly strolling back to your parlor.

So here he was, late at night. You in a closing hours shift since you are the only masseuse left in the parlor on work except your friend who was waiting for you in the employees room clock out for the work and playing, from the game he just downloaded in his app called something impact. Gin san impact? Gone wrong impact? Whatever it was you were hooked when you saw it earlier and will probably download it once you got home.

"Ah yes, welcome." You acknowledge him, awkwardly. You didn't expect him to meet you on your work. He trudges towards you requesting for service menu. You quickly handed him the said item on what were on the lists of your parlor was offering for customers, telling him to sit down while he read the list of services. He skims around the menu for a few seconds before pointing at the service list and you wrote it down; Shockingly, you witness the stranger you met a week ago was going for too many services.

"Oh umm... We are 2 hours closing in. So I think I can only do the first three." You told him. He gave you an 'oh' before agreeing he will try the others the next time when he visits.

"Do you have a partner?"

He was surprised at your sudden question. So you cleared your throat."It's.... In our protocol to ask our customers...and We know that it is personal question."

You can tell he was weirded out but he told you he doesn't have one. You muttered alright and went ahead to take the menu from him. You put them back on the rack as you walk pass him to put the sign close from the glass entrance before going to a cabinet to carry a towel and some thin white cloth for him to change. You wrote his room number and guide him to his room.

He stood up and follows you.

Through out the walk you can feel him staring at your move, making you feel a little tense as the walk in the hallway of doors feels like forever.

You twisted the knob before letting yourself inside first. He smiles at you and walk inside, you gave him the items you brought earlier telling him to change and knock on the door when he is ready.

That's weird, last time you met him. He was very resentful and now he was being smiley and friendly to you. You don't mind at least he was tolerating you for now.

You closed the door behind you putting on surgical mask since some others weren't comfortable smelling their pheromones.

You heard a knock and a small 'I'm ready' and you go in.

He was sitting down. His top were bare, abs were shown on his frame except for his lower part since it was covered by the thin cloth you gave earlier, you can definitely see how smooth his skin was—no scars just a little bruise on his left thigh which is something you definitely won't asked, you quickly look anywhere before he catches you staring at him. The towel were neatly folded along the clothes he wore earlier at the other table.

The pink haired omega was looking at you and he did caught you staring but you don't know that. A small smile escape on his lips. You cleared your throat and lit up three incense candles for relaxation and turn on a relaxing music, you went on the other side of the room where the sink was and washed your hands, sanitizing it using your own towel. You look back at him to see that he was still gazing towards you. He was still sitting, you assumed this must be his first time going to a spa or massage parlor since he should be already laying on his stomach or he must be waiting for you to give him an order since he ask for three different types of session. "You should lay on your stomach so we could start now."

"Why are you wearing a mask?"

You stop applying oil on your hand at his question before resuming again. "...both parties might not be comfortable when a pheromones were smelled."

"Oh."

There was a silence between the two of you.

"I'm going to start now." He nodded, doing what you'd asked earlier and close his eyes. The small round stones were place on his spinal before proceeding on messaging him with your oily hands.

The first few minutes were the same awkward atmosphere except for the jazzy music on the background, Both of your hand slides to his shoulders, wrapping around and gave a small squeeze. You hear him whimper.

"S-sorry!" You shrugged his apologize saying that is normal for customers.

"I umm didn't say thank you when you saved me last week..."

He continued,"sorry for bothering you with your customers."

"Don't mention it. I actually didn't plan on going outside if it weren't for my coworkers since like I mentioned last time you can handle them pretty well." You bit your tongue inside since you don't know how to talk back when someone compliments you or apologize to you. You only wanted to let him know that

He must have noticed that so he continued, "...I didn't catch your name earlier."

You answered him,"It's (Y/n)..."

"(Y/n)." The way your name rolled on his voice makes your body feel a little bit weird.

"(Y/n), huh.. that's a weird name for a beta." You blink at him before chuckling at him. "You're weird. It's a normal name."

He giggled. "My names Luke."

"Your name doesn't suits you." You teased him before telling him to turn around so you can do second session.

He obliged scoffing at you as he lay back down on his back. "H-hey! Luke is pretty cool name."

"I never said it wasn't, I said it doesn't suit you."you gave him a smirk which he pouts. He look cute when he did that.

"The badge you'd shown were fake wasn't it?"

Ah shit, someone noticed it. No use of hiding it then.

"..uhh..yeah, I use it only if things goes out of hands."

The two of you talk for a bit laughing resuming the second session until it was time for his third and final session which is to massage his face.

"Is this your first time... Ummm..doing service for omegas?" His voice were small but you didn't notice he was anticipating at your answer. You hummed thoughtfully before answering. "Hmmm.. not really... I get omegas as my clients but I guess I would say this is the first time that I could finish my sessions with them."

He seemed confused which made you continue, "Ummm... Most partners of theirs were jealous and would almost instantly attack us, telling us that we shouldn't touch them, but we know that we were only doing our job as masseuse so. Of course, the customers paid us of any injuries or damage properties as well as others, we don't blame them, and it was starting to get out of hand.... Since, we don't have any other choice, we hired an Alpha to stop any ruckus. I would lie if I said I don't want to hit one of my clients' unreasonable partners."

"Oh..." You noticed his reaction when he got your question earlier about his status.

"He already went home though. He excused himself just earlier, his spouse needed him so we let him go now." You tell him. He must have realized there was no guard around earlier. Just you at the receptionist counter.

".. What's your thought about Alphas?"

"nothing much, regardless how some of them are uhh... unreasonable when it comes to greed. I'm pretty sure not all of them are all like that."

He didn't respond but you caught him rolling his eyes before closing them. He muttered something but you didn't quite catch it.

You slide and pressure your oily hands on his, you heard a purring, making you look around the room in confusion. Was there a cat somewhere?

You scan your eyes around the room for a bit more only to register that it was actually coming from him.

A little heat coming from your cheeks but you squash it down the feeling as it was inappropriate, it was good thing you were wearing a mask before he can see your reaction.

You didn't do anything about it and continue your work. Luke on the other hand felt euphoric, your hands were doing the God's work. He hasn't tell you what he felt when you save him from the bunch of alpha's trying to court him. He was grateful—no, he wasn't grateful; he was lightened up the fact you view omegas like a normal person and not dehumanising or infantilize them—considering you are a beta and has nothing to do with omega but still! He just felt happy that he wasn't the only one who has that kind of perspective.

You cleaned him up with a towel, you noticed his eyes were half dazed as if he was relaxed, you told him that he can now change back, as you blew off the candle and turn off the jazz music, washing your hands again and drying it off with your own towel. You put the other materials back to where they belong and look at the timer to see you over time. You opened the door and twisting it open to see your friend/co-worker.

He was pouting.

The pink haired male saw him through the doorway before you close the door behind you, and starts talking with your friend. His purple eyes realise he was an omega.

He felt a little pang from his chest.

"Hey, I thought you said you are going to clock out once it hits midnight~!" Tyrenn whined out. He tried to help you carry the items you were holding but you refused as the both of you struts back to the employees room, "He's the last customer."

You threw the towel and the cloth at the hamper before stretching yourself up. "Man, I'm tired." He threw you a bottle of orange juice and you catch it, twisting the cap open and drink a little bit before clocking out of work. You grab your bag and change at the changing room with your casual wear and goes outside from the employees room only with your co-worker. He tells you that you're gonna be excited on what he discovered on the game he played earlier while the both of you starts trudging at the main lobby where the counter was.

Luke was waiting, his eyes brightened up when you arrived. he waited to give you his money but your friend who was clinging at you took it from him, thanking him for accepting your service, putting them at the cash register before locking it.

He lick his dry his lips before turning to you, "Umm...thanks again. The service was great. I-I'll see you next time. It was nice meeting you." He smelled the scent of orange juice that you were holding. It was half full, there were some in the corner of your lips.

Tyrenn grabbed the bottle from your hand and you let him drink it as you start conversing with your last customer.

You nod at him, noticing he was a little taller than you. "Likewise. Should I call you a taxi? It's already past midnight."

He shook his head, smiling. "No it's fine! I live few blocks away from here." He put his left hand on his pocket while the other one was slowly pulling the glass door where he comes in.

"Oh, Be careful. I just heard that there was a serial killer roaming around this time at night killing Alphas. That doesn't mean you should be careless about it. You might never know when the killer change their mind on killing the others." You warned him. The pink haired male nodded again, smiling even more when you're worried for his safety. Tyrenn waved him a goodbye before talking to you again about the game he played earlier as he clings even more to your arms. Luke's eyes slightly twitches at the scene.

"Yes, yes I will! Thank you again!" He walked out of the parlor smiling. When he is few blocks away from the spa, his smile disappear.

He might change his mind on killing your friend though.

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[whisperinggbreeze]

"Has anyone here heard of a god known as the Crown Prince of Xianle?"

Silence.

"Where did you hear that name?" A voice asked sharply. It belonged to General Xuan Zhen.

"I read it in a scroll, and I was curious why I'd never heard of such an interesting figure," Hua Cheng replied smoothly. "It seems like everyone is in the know except me."

General Xuan Zhen scoffed. "If by 'interesting figure,' you mean 'pain in the ass,' then sure. Be glad you've never heard of him. Don't mention him again."

[colarabbit]

EAT YOUR HEART OUT (CHARACTER CONCEPTS 4 MURDER DATING SIM)

Hello!! I haven't been posting cause I've been depressed sorry bout that. But I have a game I'm creating called "Eat Your Heart Out" which will be set in a zootopia like world of half human half animals. You will be playing their respective prey animal in this world. Do you love Boyfriend to Death, The Price of Flesh, Broken Colors, Sunny Day Jack, and other similar murder dating sims? Well look no further! THIS IS AN 18+ GAME FOR 18+ PEOPLE WITH GORE, MURDER AND MORE IN IT'S WALLS TO COME SOON There's three routes being made so far with small descriptions. What will you be doing on your last day of summer before you move out of the city to go start a new life in a quiet, Prey heavy county?

>Go To The Beach It was 102 degrees outside today wow! Maybe having some fun in the sun wouldn't be so bad. A day at the beach would be a great way to relax before moving. On your hot day you happen to meet the sociable lifeguard, Hopsin! He's got a firey personality and a passion for keeping people safe. I'd be careful getting in that water!

>Go to the Mall The mall is a great place to stop by and get some last minute clothes and some accessories for your new home! Here you'll meet the fashionista, Ivory. Ivory is a pink loving, and energetic cat with a lot of excitement for clothes. She can be a bit of a ditz but don't let that deter you! She's a fun loving cat who loves to play.

>Go to a concert in town You totally forgot you had those tickets! There is a concert for your favorite rock band in town tonight. You figured you could catch up on sleep when you got to your new home the next day. You go to the concert for the all wolf band The Howlers. Here you meet Vance! The stoic bassist who you caught the eye of.

no TWS yet BUT I'll need your help! I work a 9-5 and I don't have hardly any time to make the game itself unless we get some patrons! Patrons will get all access on Sunday's to the newest content before it's released AND some fun Discord streams (that will be recorded as well for people who couldn't make it for concept testing and such) Would this be a game that interests you? Follow the tags #Eatyourheartoutbeta #eatyourheartout #colarabbit For more!

[iguessigotta]

Idk any actual lore aside from what I've picked up in other fics but listen. I need to write something about Ramattra have you seen the man???

Ramattra x male reader (not specifically trans but that's implied in all my fics 💜)

You started worming your way into his life the moment you first cracked some dark joke about the state of humanity

He was initially curious - what would make a human turn on their own kind?

And, even more confusing, why were you still so kind to those around you - human and omnic alike?

It started as pure curiosity. A simple need to understand.

He started to....linger...near you at times, you could feel him watching you occasionally (every time you turned to catch him staring you'd find him focused on something else way in the distance)

It took more effort than he'd like to admit to stop his amused chuckle at the suspicious squint you'd always send his way

something something now you're dating so bonus thots™️ under the cut

SFW

Ramattra sometimes gives you his version of piggy back rides

It's really just you standing on his hips, arms draped around his neck for balance, watching over his shoulder as he goes about his day

He'll let you hang out there as long as you want tbh he likes being close to you

It's very silly to see but if Ramattra catches anyone laughing...... 😬😬

🔞NSFW🔞

Sometimes, Ramattra is amazed that you, a frail human, would put so much trust into him. That you'd feel safe with him in your most vulnerable moments. He was an Omnic built for war, not-

The thought makes him weak when he's knuckle-deep in you

Though you writhe and pant under him, gripping the sheets until your own knuckles turn white, strangled cries escaping your open mouth while you teeter on the edge of release

Though you haven't even touched him yet

Somehow, Ramattra is just as much of a mess as you are

He feels as though he's trembling, terrified of hurting you (part of him still scoffing at his own concern for a human)

He's so focused on your reactions he swears he can feel your heart beating in his own chest

If you were able to hear anything over your own sounds, you'd notice the once-soft whirring of fans within Ramattra's body has gotten much louder, vents opening on his back to release hot air

He's desperate, touching you as though he'll find his own release through yours

You reach up, intent on dragging his face down to you, but Ramattra beats you to it, burying himself in the crook of your neck

When you finally do tip over the edge - back arching high off the bed as your head flies back with a startled cry - the deep groan that rumbles in your ear and against your chest makes you think he might actually have come undone just from touching you

The thought sends you over the edge a second time, legs locked and trembling around his arm

[kenniko]

Not Niko and Kenny spooning 😭😭

The editor is confirmed to be a member of the Kenniko community. (I paid them)

[pikbro]

revived my minus guyfriend and babefriend designs recently