#alpha link x omega reader smut | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

gglitch1dd · 1 year

Text

Good Evening

Alpha Bakugou x Omega Reader

Warning: Pregnancy, OMEGAVERSE, SMUT, domestic fluff, romance, top Katsuki, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, overall Katsuki being horny for his Omega

Linked to "Good Morning" With Eijiro x Reader.

You sat carefully slipped on your shoes right as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Tonight was a special night. A night that you had spend weeks planning because of your husband’s busy schedule. It was finally Bakugou’s birthday, the one day of the year that you were allowed to spoil him and he wouldn’t question it. It was also the one day of the year that he didn’t try and find out your plans that you had in store for him whenever you started acting suspicious.

You let out a breath as you looked over at yourself in the mirror. Today was very important. You had a lot held in store for your Alpha tonight and you were hoping that by the time you got downstairs where he should be by now (judging by your natural Katsuki-clock that you had set in to your own being). Tonight you were already wearing comfortable enough clothes for what you had in store for him. Despite trying to look fancy enough for the occasion, you also didn’t want to over do it.

With a confident breath, you stood up from your vanity and made your way out your bedroom. You climbed the steps to find that the blond haired Alpha was already waiting for you by the front door. His head turning to look at you as he looked away from the pictures on the wall. His crimson gaze locking onto your figure as you descended the stairs.

There was many thing you loved about your Alpha, but there was just a certain way he does things that you couldn’t help but love. From the way that he stood, assurance in every step no matter how he was thinking. The way his crimson eyes, that which reminded you of the deepest and richest of wines that you could only taste on a good night out, would look at things with such an intensity, you were surprised that they weren’t consumed in the flames of his gaze. His soft tufts of hair that were rather wild and untameable and yet uniquely his. Even now as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, with his hands in his pants and soft smirk pulling to his lips, dressed to impress with a button down and looking too good to be just for you, you couldn’t help but thank the heavens that he was all yours.

Bakugou opened his arms and carefully pulled you into his arms and his embrace. “Looks like all that money you spend on clothes is worth it.” He let out lowly.

You chuckled. “It’s always worth it Katsuki.”

He hummed in disapproval despite his face. His eyes looked you up and down before pulling you against him and placing a kiss to your lips, a satisfied rumble coming out of his chest. You purred back at his warm embrace, keeping your hands on his chest as you reached up to meet him. He chuckled and leaned back. “Good evening, Omega.” He let out lowly against your lips. “I see you want to spoil me tonight.”

You nodded your head with a smile. “Of course. Your birthday only comes once a year.” You reminded him as you took his large hands in your own. “I’ve got to spoil you, Tsuki.” You teased using the nickname that you knew he hated.

Bakugou groaned as he rolled his eyes. “You’ve really got to stop using that fucking nickname.” He stated annoyed.

“But why?” You tilted your head. “It suits you so well, Tsuki.”

“Okay, Y/N it’s not funny anymore.”

“Tsuki-bear.”

“Stop.”

“Tsuki, Tsuki, Tsuki, Tsu-”

Your voice stopped in your throat as he lifted a hand up to your throat, not squeezing but the presence of it there was enough to stop your thoughts and actions entirely. You looked up at him with a building tension between your legs as you looked up at him. He smirked at the spike in your scent but mostly at how quick it was to shut you up. He shook his head with a low chuckle. “Sometimes I wonder why I had to be mated to the biggest brat on this planet?”

You lifted up an eyebrow. “Maybe you should ask Eijiro how he feels being friends with you.”

Bakugou went stiff for a moment, his ears turning red for a moment before letting go of you and scowling. He turned away from you to the front door making you laugh at his sharp change of tune. “Let’s fucking go already. We’re going to be late for our reservation.” He gruffed out, his hands shoved into his pockets like he did whenever he was pouty.

You watched the large blond Alpha stand by your front door amusedly. You tilted your head to the side with a raised eyebrow. “And who said I made reservations, Katsuki?” You asked him.

He turned to you confused, his eyebrows furrowed. “Then why the fuck did you tell me to get cleaned up?”

“You had just come back from work.” You laughed motioning to him. “I don’t need you smelling like smoke and who knows what.” You approached him and gently took his warm hands. That was something else you loved about him. His hands. They were like mini warmers. Although you knew that he got really self-conscious about how they could get sweaty because of his quirk, you loved them (even though they did get sweaty- but you wouldn’t tell him that). “Come on.” You motioned behind you. “Lets go.” You urged from him with a gentle simple as you dragged him away from the front door.

Bakugou gave you a sceptical look. He was a naturally sceptical person. He often saw a glass as half empty than half full. However, as you led him you noticed his hand tighten around yours. If there was anything, Bakugou would trust you with his life. He would happily let you lead him into the unknown if it ever came down to it.

The both of you walked through the house you shared in the Pack A estate. It wasn’t a long trek before you led him to the back of the house to the back sliding door. Bakugou let go of your hand as he was stuck staring at outside. You pushed open the sliding door before pulling the shocked Alpha outside. Out in your backyard was a picnic set up for just the two of you. There was a picnic basket and drinks, with candles and petals. It looked more like a set up for valentines day than something for his birthday.

“Sorry, I had to get the fake candles with the batteries just encase one of Izuku’s rabbits came by. I didn’t want to be on the news for getting murdered by the Number One hero because I burned one of his rabbits alive.”

Despite his shock, Bakugou couldn’t help but let out a scoff. “Deku always was attached to those breeding monsters.” You let out a laugh at that before pulling him down onto the picnic blanket. Bakugou couldn’t help but admire everything. It was beautiful and it was clear that you knew him well enough to know that he would have just wanted a nice night with you alone for his birthday this year. With the sun having set and the lights of the candles, he couldn’t help but smile at what you had done for him.

“-so I also got you birthday cupcakes and look! They’re Dynamight themed! And I know you hate flowers but I think you would like the petals but-”

“It’s perfect.” Bakugou interrupted you, taking your hand in his. For a moment he gave you one of his rare genuine smiles that held nothing but pure adoration and love for you. The soft scent of smokey caramel and cinnamon wafted to your nose in a perfect blend that you only knew as your husband. “Thank you.” He told you with something so gentle you didn’t think it could be created from the hands of someone with a quirk that caused nothing but destruction.

You softened your own gaze. You lifted a hand up to his face, wiping at his cheek. “Anything for you, Katsuki.” You told him honestly.

Bakugou and you had your dinner together, something that you always treasured with him. Meals with him were always something that you treasured. It was one of the love languages you shared. Whether good or bad food, just sitting together in the intimacy of sharing a meal in each other’s company was enough for the both of you.

Meals between the both of you were always filled with either stifled or loud laughter as well as filled with stories from your day or from the past. You loved it when Bakugou talked. Sometimes he was more shouting than he was talking, but when he truly just talked to you and shared something with you because you knew he felt safe enough to, always made you smile.

“Okay, okay, come on, open up this one.” You told him, handing one of his presents towards him. The blond Alpha let out a disapproving grumble from his throat but accepted the present regardless. “Come on, this one is from Head Alpha.”

“Doesn’t make it any better.” He stated as he looked at the odd box in his hands. He shook it.

“Katsuki!”

He stopped as he looked up at you. He let out a huff before moving to rip off the orange bow on it. He opened the box and looked inside. He paused for a moment before letting out an annoyed scoff. “That shitty haired idiot.” He set down the box before lifting up a new recipe book. He fought off a smile as he looked at it with a odd smirk. On the front of the recipe book was a picture of the both of them, Bakugou shoving a cupcake in Kirishima’s mouth. The title of the book was called Cooking Mishaps with Blastie. You couldn’t help but chuckle. Bakugou lifted up the card in the box and read it. “Dear Katsuki, Happy birthday man. I know this birthday will be one to remember and I hope you love every second of it. I hope you love the gift. It took a while to remember all the recipes that you taught me since High School (most of which I haven’t gotten right, but it was worth putting together. I hope that we can add a second volume together, as we continue in our lives together. Forever yours, Eijiro.” You watched as his face was moulded into something so pure of happiness and appreciation of what his best friend had written. “PS. I have my own book. So that we can match.” Bakugou shook his head with a tsk. “Ever since he learned that his Omega is pregnant, I swear he turned more sappy than he already was.”

You chuckled as you rested a hand on your own stomach. “Well there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Yah… but no.”

You laughed before lifting up another present. “This one is from Izu- KATSUKI!” The blond had lifted it up to throw it away from the both of you. With a stern look from you he paused and put the box back down gently. “Open it!” You pointed down to the gift box that he had received from his oldest friend.

Bakugou rolled his eyes before moving to open the box, before the box moved. His eyes widened in fear as he stared down at the box for a moment before flicking his eye up at you. “If this thing blows up, I’m blaming you.” You gave him a pointed look before motioning for him to open it. Even more paranoid, the blond Alpha carefully put his ear to the box, listening for any ticking or indication of a bomb (Which was more his style but he had to be careful after what he gave Midoriya for his last birthday). Being sure that the gift was safe, he opened it. His shoulders dropped. “Fuck me.” He groaned. Before lifting up out of the box, one of Midoriya’s rabbits with a Dynamight head band on. Finally it made sense to you why the box had holes in it. There was a letter attached to it that read Happy Birthday Kacchan. You laughed at the gift. Bakugou placed the rabbit to the side and out of the box, knowing that eventually the little animal would find its way back to the Midoriya residence and if not would hop around the estate. He lifted up a small picture frame of the two of them when Bakugou was five years old, the both of them wearing bee themed antennas and party hats, two bright smiling pups. He shook his head with a tsk. “Fucking nerd. What’s next.” He stated putting the gift to the side and patting the rabbit on the head for a moment.

“It’s my gift!” You told him optimistically with a smile. You handed him a box of your own.

“What’s up with people and boxes.” He grumbled as he took the gift from you. As he moved to open it, you carefully lifted the rabbit into your arms. The fluffy little creature looking up at you with it’s Dynamight headband. You giggled at the little animal before setting it back down into the grass to hop back to the Midoriyas. Bakugou removed the card of the gift first, opening it. “Dear Katsuki, Happy birthday…” He looked up at you. You motioned for him to continue to read it. He sighed. “I feel so grateful to have watched you over the past years that we have been together and I feel so unbelievably lucky to have you as my husband, my mate and my Alpha. You mean the world to me and I can only say thank you for allowing me to stay at your side…” He looked back up at you with gentle crimson eyes. He scoffed with a smile before shaking his head. “It’s more the other way around, idiot.” He said lowly as he cleared his throat to continue reading. “Happy birthday my love. From me and someone else special.” Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows at that last part. “Who the fuck-”

You were quiet for the most part, the anxiety eating you up. You motioned to the box. “Open it.” You said quieter than you had been all night.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow before looking down at the box. He carefully removed the lid and moved around the packaging paper. Then he paused. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment. He lifted up a small onesie. It was much too small for him and too big for the bunny as well. It was themed as his hero costume. The blond Alpha tilted his head to the side as he looked at the outfit. “When did they start making these?” He said confused, before looking at you. Your Alpha seemed to be rather dense today. You didn’t say anything, just shrugging. Bakugou let out a hum as he lifted up another card. He let out a breath. “Another bloody card, alright let me see… Dear-” His breath hitched as he froze. He looked at you in pure disbelief. You fought the tears as you just nodded your head. Bakugou looked at you scared, almost as if it was a greater villain than anything he had ever faced. He shakily looked down at the card again. He swallowed hard before continuing. “Dear Poppa. Happy birthday. This birthday, I’m snuggled safe within Mom’s tummy so you don’t have to worry about me. See you next birthday, safe in your arms next. I can’t wait to meet you, Pops. Love… Love Baby Bump.” Bakugou shakely put down the card to look up at you.

You smiled at him with a bright smile with tears in your eyes.“Happy birthday!” You whispered.

The blond Alpha dropped his shoulders. His pupils dilated consuming his crimson eyes. He let out a breath as you lifted his hands up to his eyes. “Fuck.” He whispered. He tried so hard to control his emotions but more tears just came to his eyes. He sniffed wiping his eyes before looking back up at you. He carefully moved closer towards you, pulling you into his arms with a tight hug. Your own shoulders dropped in relief as you let out a silent gasp, clutching onto him tighter. He moved back slightly looking at you still trying to grapple with what was going on. “You… Baby, you’re…”

You nodded your head with a gentle smile. “Yah. I’m pregnant.”

“How long have you known?” He asked you quietly.

“Two weeks.”

He closed his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours. His hands moved over to your waist, his thumbs brushing your abdomen. He fought back a sob. He rest his head in the crook of your neck. He wrapped his arms around you, a loud rumble escaping his chest as tears flowed down his face. “Thank you.” He whispered to you.

You smiled with a happy chirp escaping you. This had been something the two of you had talked about and something you knew he had been wanting. Although Bakugou had never thought he would ever have a family, always thinking of himself as too brash or too wild or unsavoury for the domestic life. But you showed him that even people like him could have the life they wanted. You were glad that he was so happy about the news of a pup, a weight being taken off your shoulders in worry.

Bakugou kissed your mark on your neck before moving to kiss your lips. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him with a smile against his lips. He couldn’t help but hold you tighter, keeping you pressed up against him in want. You purred into his embrace pulling him impossibly closer. Bakugou let out a stuttered breath, before deepening the kiss.

You hummed as he let out a low groan as he kept you against him. The blond Alpha’s large hands moved across your skin before grabbing at your waist and moving down to your hips. He pushed back against you. You chuckled at his eagerness and sudden want for you. You carefully leaned back, lifting a finger up to his lips. “Upstairs.” You whispered with a smile. “Then I’m all yours.”

With a low growl and little to no patience, your Alpha lifted you up into his arms making you release a short scream. Holding you over his shoulder, he raced inside making you giggle. You rarely saw Bakugou excited for a lot of things but whenever he was alone with you, made you see that side with him, especially as he raced up the stairs.

The blond gave little care as he kicked open the door and placed you down on the bed swiftly. You giggled once you found yourself on the bed, looking up at the blond Alpha who had his crimson eyes filled with lust and love for you only aimed at you. He slowly crawled on top of you before capturing your lips with his. You let out a hum at the kiss, your hands moving up his body, one finding itself deep in his hair.

Bakugou kissed you passionately and hungrily as he moved to tug at your clothes, wanting to rip them off of you. He was desperate for you. Much too desperate to care about anything other than bullying his knot inside of you. “Off.” You heard him growl lowly as his palms started to heat up. “All of it… off.” With a tug, you watched as the front of your clothes turned to cinders as he ripped the rest away from you. You gasped, finally getting some much needed air as he tore his own shirt and pants off his body.

Bakugou was quick to find his lips to your scent glands, kissing at your mating mark that he gave you, making you mewl in pleasure at the feeling. His hands traced down your body, over your chest and just over your abdomen for a moment. A shiver ran down his back as a rumble left his chest. The thought that he did that to you, that he put his pup inside of you, made him want to skip foreplay and just pound you into the bedsheets without a single care in the world. It felt like he was falling into a rut with you around him like this. He groaned as he pushed his thick fingers inside of you, two fingers already moving in and out of you to spread you open for him.

You gasped as you arched your back slightly, trying to pull him closer against you. “Katsuki…” You whispered his name into the air as you relaxed back into the sheets, letting him do as he wished. It was the least you could do for his birthday.

Bakugou wanted to hear more of you saying his name tonight. Which was why curved his fingers just right to have you moaning out loudly into the night air just for him to hear. He grinned down at you, with that devilish smirk of his that left you speechless more than once. “Yah… there you go. Being such a good Omega and taking my fingers inside you.” He praised as he moved his fingers in and out, leaving you basically defenceless to his onslaught of pleasure to your body.

The blond Alpha moved his thumb to rub at your clit and you could feel yourself twitch and clench immediately. “Oh fuck, Katsuki!” You cried as you tightened your hold on him, digging your nails into his back to try and steady yourself. It was almost like he was always able to make you shiver at just touching you. “Just like that! Don’t stop!” You begged.

He chuckled. “I can do whatever the fuck I want. It is my birthday after all, but since you’ve been such a good breeder for me, I’ll reward you tonight.” He tilted his head before moving to suck at your neck where your mating mark was.

You moaned as you twisted and turned, the pleasure over coming you as you found your thighs shaking in ecstasy. “Alpha! I- Fuck!” Your thighs clamped around his hand, but it didn’t stop a very determined Bakugou from guiding you through your orgasm. A muffled squeal left you as you felt Bakugou bite at your mark simultaneously, making you feel so bare towards him. However, he didn’t stop immediately making a whimper escape you. “K-katsuki, Alpha, I- I… ah… I can’t take anymore.” He hummed, letting go of you, redrawing his hand that was now covered in slick.

He always loved how wet you would get for him, how much you couldn’t help but succumb to your instincts whenever you were with him. With his other hand he pushed your thighs apart as he looked down at you. You watched him lick his hand with a hum, looking at his hand in desire. Despite the ache in his gums at wanting to just dive his head between your thighs, Bakugou was too impatient for that right now. He wrapped his hand around his cock making you bite back a whimper at the sight. He had that smirk on his face that told you that he was going to be rough with you. You wanted to enjoy it while he was still willing to.

Bakugou guided his cock to your entrance, pressing into you making you gasp as you automatically tensed for a moment. The blond Alpha above you groaned as he pushed his cock inside you, feeling you suck him in and tighten around him like a vice. He let out a low growl at the feeling as he tightened his hands on your thighs. You whimpered at the feeling of his long cock inside you. Finally pushing all the way in, Bakugou let out a groan.

“Fuck you feel good.” He rubbed your inner thighs as he stayed above you. He took a moment to enjoy the feeling of being one with you, a feeling he would never get over. Bakugou looked down at you and for a moment his gaze softened. You were the Omega that captured his heart, enchanted his soul and drove him insane with how much he loved you. He wanted to hate you for making him feel and act like a fool, but you gave him a home. He couldn’t hate you for making his home worth living in. He bent down and placed a tender kiss to your lips.

You smiled into the kiss, knowing exactly what he was saying without saying it directly. “I love you too, Katsuki.” You whispered against his lips.

He scoffed with a tilt of his head. “Yah, you better…” He shot at you before putting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes for a moment. “I love you.” He whispered.

Without wasting another second more, Bakugou found himself thrusting into you like a man on a mission. You let out a moan as you rolled your eyes back at the perfect feeling of his cock inside you. You hummed in pleasure as you enjoyed the feeling of the head of his cock pounding into you and the feeling of every vein of his cock brushing against your velvety walls.

You moaned like a slut on his cock but you didn’t remotely care. Not when he was touching you the way he was touching you, or fucking you the way he was fucking you. There was something so intimate about him staring down at you, his eyes never leaving your body as your body jiggled and was pounded by him. His eyes dilated and filled with want for you.

Bakugou dragged a hand down to your abdomen, feeling the baby bump you had there. It only increased his pace and devours of fucking you. He was your Alpha, no one else and there wouldn’t be anyone else. Call him crazy, but just the sight of you liked this made him feel damn right feral. Here you were, carrying his pup and giving him the best birthday present he could have received. If he could keep you like this, full and happy on his cock, he would.

You cried out as he thrusted against a specific part inside of you that had you seeing stars and going light headed for a moment. You closed your eyes in pleasure as you grabbed at your breasts in pleasure.

You felt a harsh hand tug at your face, forcing you to look up at him. “Uh uh. Look at me when I fuck you!” He growled down at you as he didn’t skip a bit as he bounded into you. His hand moved to your neck, tightening around you which only made you leak more slick onto his cock. “You want me to continue? You want me to continue to fuck another pup inside of you, then you fucking look at your Alpha when he fucks you.”

You nodded your head with a whine, keeping your eyes on him as you wrapped an arm around him. “Katsuki,” You whined, feeling the build up of tension and release rise within you. “Alpha, fuck me.” You urged him as you fought the urge to roll your eyes at how good he felt inside you.

He let out a low growl, feeling that your orgasm was near and so was his. He growled as he ran a hand through his hair. “You’re such a good wife, a good Omega to me. I love you so fucking much.”

“Katsuki!” You couldn’t hold it for much longer, already feeling your own high building up within you.

“Fuck!” Bullying his knot inside of you, you came around his cock, milking him for all he was worth as you held onto him like your life depended on it. Bakugou moaned into your neck, his own form slightly sensitive at the hard orgasm that ran through him. He breathed heavily, small beads of sweat speckling his body as he stayed caging you below him.

You sighed as you relaxed back into the sheets, looking up at him with a half lidded gaze. You let out a low chuckle. “I guess you’re excited about the new pup, huh?”

He let out a grumble. “More like fucking terrified…” He expressed to you, surprisingly honest, but he lifted his head up and gave you a tender look, putting a smile on his face. “But yah… I’m happy. Prince Explosion Murder Demi-god Dynamight is gonna be one hell of a pup.”

“Prince? Demi-god?”

“Well obviously, we’re having a boy.” He stated so confidently with a smug look on his face. He then motioned down to you. “Besides me being Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight mating with you, but an easily swayed human Omega by my good looks and prowess-”

You hissed up at him before tugging your body up in bed, effectively tugging on his knot.

“AW FUCK!” He cursed loudly. “WATCH THE KNOT!”

“Watch your fucking mouth!” You shot right back up at him. “Geez, sometimes I can’t believe I married you.”

“You love me.” You glared at him but stayed silent. He chuckled as he placed a peck to your lips. “Of course, you love me.”

You carefully put the last dish to dry on the stand. You let out a breath as you sighed, finally having all the chores done for the day. It was already evening in the Bakugou household and another busy and loud day filled with laughter, shouting and miniature explosions. You walked over to the bowl of hot water where you had a bottle of milk already warmed up and ready for your newest pup to consume. You shook it gently as you undid your apron and made your way upstairs.

You carefully stopped by the open door of your eldest daughter and son’s room. Murasuki, the already sleeping blond girl was already fast asleep, her mouth open as she snored softly as drool threatened to go out of her mouth. You shook your head with a low chuckle at the blond haired girl who had managed to go to bed, her part of the room being the darkest with only her explosion nightlight on.

Crouched next to the bed of the other twin in the room was your husband, on his knees quietly talking to a sleepy blond boy who, unlike his sister, was a carbon copy of your Alpha. He had tired crimson eyes that were filled with life and happiness along with soft blond hair. He was happy to have his sire home with him tonight to read him a bed time story, knowing how busy Bakugou’s schedule could be with being the Number Two Prohero. He was already tucked into bed, facing your husband but he wore a Dynamight explosion (more like butterfly wings) headband.

Your son had his palm out, soft tiny pops of explosions over his hands that looked more like fireworks than anything over his soft palm. Bakugou marvelled at the sight of the boy’s quirk, although weak, it was the most beautiful display he had ever seen. “You see, pops.” He whispered up to his sire tiredly as he closed his palm, allowing Bakugou to slip back on the quirk suppressant collar on his wrist for when he slept. “Now I can be a hero.” He whispered up to the blond Alpha.

Bakugou smiled as he ruffled the hair of the small blond boy. “You’ll make a great hero, Hiromu. With practise and hard work you can be just like your old man.”

“Really?”

Your husband nodded his head. “Yep, really. You an protect Mommy and your new sister and Mura too.”

Hiromu let out a disapproving hum. “Mura can take care of herself.” You bit back a chuckle as your husband laughed quietly. The blond pup let out a yawn before turning to rest his head on the pillow. “I can’t wait to be a hero, just like you.” He whispered as he closed his eyes. Bakugou smiled as he put a hand to the pup’s blond hair and kissed his forehead.

You smiled as you continued on your way to the pup’s room. Letting out small whines in her crib was your youngest and newest addition to the Bakugou family. Bakugou Yasu. The whimpering little pup whined as you neared her cushioned crib.

“There, there.” You whispered down to her as you lifted her up and out of her crib.

The little pup whined before settling against you. You smiled. She was the calmest out of everyone else in this house, it was honestly suspicious to have such a calm Bakugou, but you thought that she must have taken after her granddam, Masaru, rather than the blond part of her family. You brought the nipple of the bottle to her lips, letting her latch on as she greedily drank from the bottle with a disapproving hum.

You chuckled at her expression. “Sorry your highness. I didn’t know you were so hungry after already getting fed an hour ago.” You told her gently as she opted to ignore you now and just enjoy your scent and the feeling of your warm embrace.

You felt large arms wrap around your waist making you lean back to the scent of cinnamon, smoke and caramel. You looked up to Bakugou who smiled down at you with his youngest pup. He put a hand to her head making her yip at the attention from her sire.

You laughed lightly. “Already such a Daddy’s girl.”

“She’s a Bakugou.” He told you with a proud smirk. “Of course, she is.” You chuckled at his prideful expression before just looking down at her. Bakugou hummed as he placed a kiss to your neck. “Good evening, my love.” He whispered lowly.

You chuckled. “Evening, Tsuki.”

-Glitch1d

I totally didn't forget his birthday....totally...

#bakugou katuski x reader #alpha bakugou x reader #alpha bakugou x omega reader #alpha bakugo katsuki #alpha bakugou #alpha katsuki #mha bakugou #mha omegaverse #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki smut #bakugou katsuki smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo smut #tw pregnancy #dad bakugou #dilf bakugou

2K notes · View notes

emjiroki · 11 months

Text

My Hero Masterlist ♡

Enji Todoroki ♡

Oni's Heart Yakuza Series

Alpha Enji Short Fic

Self-indulgent Daddy kink

Early Morning Smut

Enji’s Birthday

Alpha Enji x reader x Alpha Shoto pt 1

Alpha Enji x reader x Alpha Shoto pt 2

Alpha Enji smut #1

Beast Like Me: Alpha Enji x Omega reader

Shoto Todoroki ♡

Love You More: Alpha Shoto x Omega Reader

Dreams You Find Masterlist

Where You Belong link

Where You Belong Masterlist

Need You, Love You

Holiday Smut

Arranged Marriage drabble

Touya Todoroki ♡

HeatStroke

Fading Light: Zombie AU

Katsuki Bakugo ♡

No Plan

Katsuki x Reader 18+ short fic

Midnight Writing 18+

Eijiro Kirishima ♡

Open it Red Riot: Birthday fic

Country Boy Kirishima

Country Boy Kirishima pt 2 Rodeo Headcanons

Hitoshi Shinsou ♡

You and I? Two of a kind

Hanta Sero ♡

Say it when your sober: Sero x Reader x Shoto

#my hero academia #my hero smut #enji todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hanta sero x reader #country boy eijiro kirishima #alpha enji todoroki #alpha shoto todoroki #enji todoroki smut #emji ♡#em x shoto

611 notes · View notes

bonny-kookoo · 7 months

Text

The Library. 📚

Here is where you can find all Oneshots and Series' considered finished. While some of these might receive some minor updates, the main story of these works has been completed.

Some of these works have masterlists and do receive occasional updates, but can be read as a completed story if on this list!

Stories that are marked as about to be finished are only one major update away from concluding.

This list will be updated regularly, and reblogged if something has changed!

⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──💗── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅

📘= Oneshot || 📚= Series || 📖 = About to be finished

⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅

📚 Good Girl [Jungkook x Reader, non-Idol AU]

This story's plot has been finished for quite some time now- so there's not much to say here. It was my first major series and my main 'breakthrough' into story writing, and while I have mixed feelings about it, I still have a fond feeling for it.

📚 Alcoria [Alien!Jungkook x Human!Reader]

While this story was meant to take a different route at some point, it is basically finished, and will really only receive minor updates in the future, if any at all. My first Alien-story, and it shows haha.

📘 All Smut-Shots [NSFW-Oneshots]

All of these stories are Oneshots and can be enjoyed all by themselves. The main plot is finished for all of them.

📚 Evocation [Dragon!Jungkook x Dragon!Reader]

Dragon fic set in a modern fantasy AU. Finished, will occasionally receive drabbles, if requested, but nothing major anymore.

📚 Lock Me Up [Detective!Yoongi x Cat hybrid!Reader]

This story's main plot has been concluded. Some minor drabbles might be written, but nothing groundbreaking.

📘 Night Vision [Alien!Jungkook x Human!Reader]

The first main part can entirely be enjoyed on it's own without missing any major things. Drabbles might still be added to add more context, but the main story is complete.

📚 Dearly Beloved [Soft Yandere!Jungkook x Reader]

In which you've got a crush on your coworker- and a stalker problem.

📘 (Oh My) Bunny-Baby [Bunny!Jungkook x Bunny!Reader]

In which Jungkook had long lost hope to find someone sweet as you.

📚 Unstable [Alien!Jungkook x Reader]

Wrong place, wrong time, right person.

📘 Intrinsic [Alien!Jungkook x Reader]

In which you were just supposed to help integrate him.

📚 Timestamps Drabbles

Time inspired drabbles.

📘 Cherry Candy [tattoo artist!Jungkook x Reader]

In which he wants more than just a taste.

📘/📚 Finish Line [Racer!Jungkook x Reader]

In which Jungkook always kisses you twice, because once is never enough.

📚 Stereotypes [Omega!Jungkook x Omega!Reader]

In which Stereotypes aren't always true.

📚 Moonlit [Wolf!Jungkook x Wolf!Reader]

In which you hate alphas, but Jungkook might be different.

📚 Lacrymaria Olor [Alien!Jungkook x Reader]

⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅

In which you catch the eye of the Alien King himself.

📚 Take Care [Doctor!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader]

In which saves you in more ways than one.

Additional Oneshots can be found in my Old Masterlist. The Link can be found in my pinned post. This list will receive regular updates, so please check in at a later date to find more content.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader

376 notes · View notes

twola · 6 months

Text

Defying Conventions

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI, A/B/O

➵ Fic Masterlist ➵ AO3 Link

Navigating the world as an omega is hard enough - but navigating a friends with benefits relationship with an alpha is even harder. You're hell-bent on not being defined as anyone's property, not belonging to anyone - but biology has other plans. ABO. Honestly this is just smut.

It’s a dangerous game you are playing.

You know that. He knows that. But living on a blade’s edge is something you all have been doing all of your life.

Your breath heaves as you come down from your high, sweat plastering your skin and your hair hopelessly tangled.

Your limbs are also hopelessly tangled with his in the slightly lumpy bed. Sure, it wasn’t the Bastille in Saint Denis, but it was the best you could get in Valentine.

Beats his cot, it’s much too small for these activities anyway.

His lips gently press against your neck, tongue darting out against that sensitive spot under your scent gland, and you shiver delightfully in response, clutching at him everywhere.

He rumbles in approval, pressing up on one elbow to catch your lips in a long, satisfying kiss.

“Mmm, you like that?” His deep voice drips like honey from his lips as he pulls back, balancing on his forearms, his hips still pressed deeply into yours.

You smirk, running one hand through his hair, “What do you think, cowboy?”

Arthur’s knot pulses in your cunt, and you know it’s going to be several minutes more before it shrinks enough for him to extricate himself from you.

Not that you mind. Deep underneath it all, your bleeding omega heart yearns for it, though you would never speak those words into truth.

He mustn’t know how you plead for him when you’re in the throes of your heat. How you beg, whispering into your pillow needily for him to come and fuck you, to knot you, to mate you, to breed you.

You don’t want to give anyone that kind of control over you. Even Arthur, your current bedmate with whom you’re aghast to admit you have been imagining all these things and more during your heats.

Your last heat was downright painful - the burning desire in your cunt couldn’t be slaked by your fingers. You wept, holed up in a cabin outside of Blackwater, wishing and pleading and begging for Arthur to come fill the emptiness within you.

But no - that was your rule. Never during your heat. The temptation would be too much. Hell, you gave up on refusing to let him knot you the third time you slept together. But never, never enough to tie you to him, to make you belong to him. You don’t want to be just some alpha’s omega.

Even his.

Arthur leans down and places his lips upon yours again, moaning into your mouth when you open it for him.

For now, this arrangement suits you both.

After the mess in Blackwater, after nearly freezing in Colter, finally - things seemed to settle down as the gang found refuge on Horseshoe Overlook.

A splendid time, of course, for Arthur to go into rut. When he came to you breathing heavily through his nose and his irises bleeding red, you supposed that it was better now than during all that previous mess. Even though you and he had not been together long enough for you to see him like this, you knew enough of alphas to recognize it when you saw it.

But rut - rut was a powerful thing. The kind of thing where he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the laundry you were doing with a force that nearly knocked you over. Pulling you away from the camp, deeper into the forested area surrounding the gang’s hideaway.

“Fuck-” He curses as he stumbles through the woods, trying to get far enough away that he can touch you without some dumbass from camp interrupting.

You’re yanked forward into his embrace as he stops in a small clearing.

“Don’t you want to go to a hotel or somethin’?” You ask as he nips at your earlobe, unsure if you’d actually be able to remove yourself from him long enough to get to a hotel room.

“Naw-,” Arthur nearly growls in your ear, “Can’t wait that long to have you.”

You smile - there’s something incredibly endearing to see him so needy. Almost omega-like, if you had to put a descriptor on it.

“Show me what a good little omega you are.” His voice is rough like he’s been gargling gravel.

You nod, completely under the spell of his dominance. Leaning back against the tree, you hike up your skirts to pull your bloomers down, letting them flutter to your ankles as Arthur’s hand shoots forward between your legs, coating his fingers in the slick that’s accumulated there.

He growls in approval, his other hand working at his gun belt. After a few moments of finagling his belt crashes to the ground in a heap of leather and metal.

“How - how do you want me?” You ask meekly.

Meekly? That is a word you would never use to describe yourself. But now, with Arthur’s eyes blazing red, his muscles bulging and his breath heaving like a wild animal, your instincts overrule everything and you just want to submit.

“Present to me, little omega,” Arthur smirks as he moves to press the entire line of his body against yours, engulfing you in the warmth of his embrace.

You sigh in contentment as you tilt your neck upward, allowing him access to the sweet-smelling gland under your jaw.

“God-” he rasps, his cock ramrod hard against you as he buries his face in your neck, “Gonna fuck you so good, darlin’.”

You moan in response and grab his wrist, shoving his hands back between your legs, where you drip with unmet need. As he mouths against your neck, his hand probes between your folds before he slides two fingers into your cunt, making you mewl as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you, coating them in your slick.

His other hand immediately paws at his gunbelt, yanking the leather hard enough that it whines as he unravels it from his hips. In a blur of heavy breathing and dizzying arousal, he removes his hand from you and maneuvers you to the ground, your skirts hiked up as he peels his pants down like a man possessed. As he crawls over you, you look between your legs to see him hard and ready for you, the beginnings of his knot swelling before he even has a chance to press himself into your heat.

You mewl as he covers you and desperately pushes in, with one long, forceful stroke of his cock, he buries himself in your cunt without preamble. Your slick eases the entry, but still, the ache of his intrusion makes you gasp as you get used to that double-edged sword of pain-pleasure. You dig your nails into his shoulders as he retracts his hips and presses forward again, unrestrained in a way he has never been with you before.

He’s not gentle, not in the depths of his rut. He slams his hips into yours like some wild beast, grunting and snarling as he uses your body to slake his needs. You whimper with each thrust, your head dipping backward out of biological habit, and you bare your neck to him completely. Time becomes irrelevant as he rocks your hips into the earth below.

“Gonna fill-” his breath stutters, “y-you up, sweetheart-”

“Yes,” you plead, and he throws his hips into yours one final time before you feel the sharp pain-pleasure of his knot expanding, locking himself into you. It’s naught but a few seconds more that he lets out a long breath, his cock twitching within you as he lets loose his spend.

Draping himself over you, the harshness of your coupling quickly fades as he catches his breath. The red rims around his pupils begin to fade as he returns to a state of mind not completely controlled by his sex drive.

“I, uhm… it’s gonna be a while.” Arthur admits sheepishly, tucking his head back toward your neck as his breathing slowly starts to even out.

You cock an eyebrow at him as a blush forms on his cheeks. He nuzzles gently at your neck as you tense slightly.

“How is that any different-”

“Like… a while longer.”

You purse your lips and narrow your eyes, “How long?”

“…An hour?”

“Arthur.” You snip back at him, frowning, “And you couldn’t… y’know, do this in a bed?” He finally presses himself up from where he had buried his face in your neck.

He smiles down at you, adjusting himself on his forearms to keep most of his weight off of you. “Sorry darlin’, couldn’t wait.”

You roll your eyes, but as he leans down to kiss you, you eagerly return it. “At least,” you whisper between kisses, “Let’s lay on our sides if we’re gonna be here a while.”

Through a jumble of limbs, the two of you finally situate yourselves on your sides, one of your legs thrown over his hip where you remain joined. You toss your skirts over the both of your legs and hips, shielding yourselves from anyone unlucky enough to stumble by.

“One more thing, sweetheart.”

You frown as you feel your shoulder dampen from the damp patch of moss you’re laying on. This blouse won’t get another wear out of it before it goes into the laundry tub…

“What now?”

Arthur lets loose a breath from his nose, and you notice his pupils are blown and the fingers over your hips pulse as he squeezes your hip hard.

You feel him rock forward ever so slightly - as much as his burgeoning knot will allow, and you understand what’s happening.

Arthur groans, quietly at least, his eyes fluttering shut. The blooming of warmth from where you are joined makes your cunt quiver.

“And how many times is that going to happen?” You huff, feigning annoyance but secretly, in that damned omega heart of yours, you cannot help but to love this moment, locked together with an alpha who chose you during his rut.

“Few times…” Arthur mutters.

A lopsided grin forms across your face when you kiss his reddened cheek. There’s a growing part of your heart that wishes you were heating. A traitorous part, one that longs to belong to someone. One that longs to belong to him.

Against everything you’ve fought for, the hard-won independence and defiance of your biology, here you are, wishing and wanting to be owned. To be marked. To be bred.

Is this the true nature of an omega?

He softly presses his lips against yours, and damnit, you sigh contentedly as you grasp at his shirt. Arthur winds his arms around your shoulder.

Damn him, damn him properly.

Unlike your situation with Arthur, the gang spirals ever downward - from getting chased out of Valentine by Cornwall’s goons, to Sean’s death at the hand of the Grays, to the Pinkertons finding their last camp. And Christ, that’s not even counting Jack being kidnapped.

It’s like the world is imploding around the Van der Lindes.

Thankfully Jack has been returned.

Dutch has been doing more and more in the city, and the men have been out and about quite a bit

You rub at your brow absentmindedly, wiping the sweat that collects there. Damned swamps. Damn Lemoyne. Even inside, it's so damn hot… the sweat seems to be pouring off of you, even after the sun has gone down.

You rub at your neck absentmindedly as you sit on your cot in the large room you share with the other girls, alone for a moment with everyone else sitting around the fire outside.

Your finger swipes across your mating gland, and you pause as you look at your hand in the dim light.

Your palm has a hint of gloss upon it.

Fuck. Fuck.

It wasn’t just how stupidly hot and humid these damn swamps were. No. No, you were going into your heat.

Stumbling, you try to be as quiet as you can be as you get up from your cot, grabbing your gun from underneath your lumpy pillow, and heading to the back door, latching it gently behind you as you walk quickly away from the mansion toward the river.

You look back at the old plantation house to see the yellow-orange hue of the oil lamp in Arthur’s room lighting up the night.

The traitorous voice in your head whispers in your ear.

This could all be over if you just went to him.

No. No, you won’t do that. You won't be someone’s property. Even his.

You shiver as another jolt runs through your body, breaking out in a sweat you know to be from your heat-fever. You swallow, turning back around, and stepping away on unsteady feet, you head south, your revolver gripped tightly in your trembling hand.

Your breathing is heavy and labored as you make your way slowly to the arcing path at the edge of the property. By some miracle, you’re able to stay upright over the rope bridges and prevent yourself from becoming alligator bait.

Leaning against a kudzu-covered tree, you curse under your breath as you feel your slick begin to come. Saint Denis glitters in the distance as you pant, out of breath and you know you can’t go much further.

A run-down shack on the edge of the Lanaheechee seems to be your only option. You press onward, your boots dragging through the swampy mud and ankle-deep river water as you haul yourself toward the old shack, praying that it isn’t already occupied.

Fortunately, in the one stroke of luck you are having tonight, it’s not. You can at least pull a chair in front of the door to keep it closed before you collapse to the floor, breathless, clutching at your gun as you try to drag yourself to the corner of this small room, tears finally bursting from your eyes as you lean back against the wall.

Goddamnit.

You’ve been so wrapped up with Jack’s disappearance and the move to Shady Belle that you completely lost track of when you were due to have another heat. You should have prepared. You should have packed supplies and locked yourself in a hotel room in Rhodes or Saint Denis or anywhere.

You shudder again as a feverish wave hits you, and the trickle between your legs is more noticeable. A sob escapes your mouth as you lean your head back on the old wooden wall, cursing yourself and your existence in this damned omega’s body.

Waves of feverish need threaten to drown you as you curl in on yourself, panting, your hand diving beneath your skirts to try to assuage the burning, but you know, nothing you do will quench it.

You’ve hiked your skirts up over your knees and worked your bloomers down your thighs when you hear heavy footsteps on the porch outside. Cursing again, you right yourself and grab at your gun, your heart dropping as someone starts to try to open the door.

The door bursts open with a hail of splintered wood and you huddle yourself in the corner of the room, raising your revolver toward the door. The gun shakes violently as you pant, dizzy and feverish in the throes of your heat.

“Shit, sweetheart.”

You can barely see straight, but you know that voice. The gun drops from your shaking hand as you cry out in need, clattering on the floor.

Arthur’s heavy footsteps rush towards you, and he drops to one knee at your side and cups his hand softly under your jaw, lifting it gently to make eye contact with you. Tears stream down your face, over your flushed cheeks as all you can make out is a watery visage of his frame looming above you.

“Are you hurt? Jesus, you're scaring me.” Arthur looks you all over, his other hand running down your arms to look for any wounds.

God, everywhere he touches you is fire.

You sob aloud and Arthur immediately sits down next to you and pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“ ‘S okay, I’m here.” He says soothingly as he rubs your back, “Saw the tracks of you leavin’ camp on foot… what are you doin’ out here?”

You wonder how on God’s green earth he’s not affected by your sorry state when all of a sudden he shudders, his arms tightening around you near painfully.

He curses under his breath as he pulls you off of his lap and back onto the floor next to him. You mewl pitifully at the loss of contact with his body.

His large hand cups your cheek and you open your bleary eyes to look at him.

Arthur’s blue eyes have started to bleed into red, he winces slightly when he sees the gold of your irises.

“Christ, you’re in heat.”

You sob again, one of your hands flying to your lower abdomen as your body cramps in furious need, here he is, here’s your alpha, he can make this all go away.

All your life, you’ve fought against the nature of being an omega. You’ve locked yourself away during your heats, and you’ve pushed back violently from the idea of needing someone to take care of you. To own you. You’ve hated the helplessness of it all, but it seems like it’s all caught up to you here in this run-down cabin on the edge of the swamps.

“Sweetheart -” Arthur rumbles, his voice growing low, dangerous, but his tone still gentle and patient.

“It hurts so much.” You’re able to choke out, doubling over in pain as Arthur catches your shoulders.

“Y’gotta want this- Christ, I’ll do anything for you, but-” he pants, righting you and keeping a strong hold on your shoulders, “Y’gotta want this.”

Your voice cracks, “I…”

It is so hard to put into words, not when you’ve lived your life trying to escape the truth of your nature.

You’re so close to letting the words spill from your mouth - I want you, I always want you, I want to belong to you -

“I… I hate this- bein’ an omega. I don’t want to be… owned by someone… I want, I want-”

I want you to belong to me.

“Sweetheart.”

You moan pitifully in response.

Arthur gets up on one knee, and another crack of pain shoots through you as he inches away from you. It is assuaged briefly when you feel his hands on your shoulders trying to keep you upright.

“I can stand watch outside. I’ll make sure you’re safe.” Arthur’s hands move from your shoulders once he’s established that you can hold yourself up, to grasp at your hands, reassuring.

“I-” You wince and take a breath, feeling your slick soaking your bloomers beneath your skirts, “I don’t want that..”

“I’ll give you everythin’.” Arthur nearly croaks, his hands tightening their grip on yours involuntarily.

“Will ya-” You swallow your pride as you shift uncomfortably, sweat creeping down your neck along with the sweet-smelling oil from your scent gland, “Will you mate me?”

Arthur swallows visibly, “I will.”

“Will you-” You trail off, looking down at his hands holding yours, the heat radiating off your body, the thrumming need in your core… you close your eyes, let out a final breath of resistance, and give in to what you realize you truly desire.

“Will you breed me? Will you give me a part of you to create somethin’ new?”

Arthur’s hands nearly crush your own. “I had a boy once, he died along with his mother. I never mated her.”

You realize you’ve gone too far, you go to pull your hands back from him, but his grip does not let you go. You look back up at him, to his red eyes bleeding his own biological need for you, and cannot look away.

“Ain’t that stupid no more.”

“You mean…?” You ask timidly.

Arthur Morgan gets up on his knees again and gently, but with a barely concealed strength underneath his skin, pushes you to lie on the floor.

“I’m gonna knot you, girl. And if it doesn’t take, I’m gonna keep fillin’ you til it does.”

The cry that escapes your mouth sounds like a wounded animal, a sound of such primal need you were unsure that it really came from you. You tear at your clothing, far too hot on your skin, hiking up your skirts to grab at your bloomers again.

Arthur’s large hand brushes yours aside and presses against your cunt, he groans loudly when he feels the wetness of the cotton shielding you. He grasps it and roughly pulls on your bloomers, tearing the cotton off your body and you cry out pathetically, needily.

He throws your skirts up around your waist, baring your lower half, as he gets up on his knees and starts unlatching his gunbelt. It tumbles to the floor loudly as he undoes his suspenders from his pants and shoves them down, his large cock bobbing upward the instant it is freed from its confines.

Once, twice, three times he strokes it as he moves to lean over you, his free hand next to your head holding himself up. Before he covers you completely, you shiver as you stare at a bead of precum pearl on the head of his cock before dripping down to land on your thigh. You spread your legs for him and without any further preamble, he guides his cock to your opening and presses inside.

The amount of slick weeping from you should be embarrassing, he slides deeper into your cunt without resistance and groans while doing so, not stopping until your pubic bones touch each other.

You mewl as you feel him stretch you, fill you, satisfy the burning hunger deep in your body. Christ, if only he could never leave you - never leave you feeling hollow and alone. Christ, his flesh splitting you - so much more sensitive now, it is like you have been empty all your life and suddenly found the piece to fill you. You can’t imagine ever spending a heat alone again.

He gets down on his elbows to suspend himself just above you, rocking his hips slightly. Your legs wrap around his waist and he grunts in approval.

“H-how do you want it?” He hisses through his teeth, and when he opens his eyes again, you see his pupils blown and rimmed by red. The muscles of his neck cord along the collar of his shirt. He’s fighting off his baser instincts, it’s obvious to see. He’s gone into a rut, triggered by your heat.

That simply wouldn’t do.

“Rut me, alpha.” You whisper, and he groans aloud in response. Large, warm hands grasp at the back of your thighs and your legs are heaved up and over his shoulders.

Arthur bends you in half, snarling as he throws his hips down into yours and fucks into you with the force and brutality of an alpha in rut. You accept, mewling, loving every second of the near pain you feel as he thrusts himself into you. God, you wish this would never end.

He’s panting, straining, sweat dotting his brow - a sight to behold as he takes your legs off of his shoulder and allows them to fall open on either side of him. You can feel the swelling of him build as he grinds himself deeper into you before pulling out slowly.

Arthur throws his hips into yours with finality, and you scream aloud in overwhelming pleasure as his knot swells within you, deeper than he’s ever been before. He groans breathily before his lips find their way to your neck. You feel his entire body lurch into yours, smothering you, as he spills his seed into your waiting cunt. You whimper at the feeling of warmth blooming inside you before you yelp aloud as you feel his teeth encircle the gland on your neck and sink into your flesh.

This, this, this is what it means to be an omega, not to be owned like a piece of property, but to be wanted, needed by the one person in the world you’re mated to. Tears cloud your vision as you wince at the breaking of skin on your neck, your fingers digging in hard into Arthur’s back as a low moan flies free from your throat.

It takes several moments, but as both of your breaths begin to calm, Arthur presses up on his elbows and takes most of his weight off of you, his knot still strong, locking the two of you together.

His river-blue eyes catch yours, and you smile at the red stain on his lips - the sign of his claiming you as his own. You raise your head to kiss him, the coppery taste of your blood heady as he opens his mouth to yours. A hand weaves through your messy hair, long having fallen out of the updo you had earlier in the day.

Arthur pulls back slightly, pressing his forehead against yours and letting his eyes slide shut. You press your lips up to his once more before whispering joyfully.

“You’re mine now.”

He snorts but does not correct you. Here you are turning conventionality on its head, but Arthur is not the kind of man to throw it back in your face. With a tired, contented tone, he gives a sound of agreement before his low voice rumbles against your cheek.

“I am, little omega. All yours.”

A rush of excitement fills you at his spoken admission, and with a strength you didn’t know you had, you press your hands onto his shoulders and roll him over, so that you are splayed out over his hips.

“Mine.” You gasp out as his hands clamp to your waist like vices. You begin to gyrate your hips over his, the only thing you can do with his knot still hard and keeping your hips locked together.

Your hands land on his pectorals, and his eyes flutter in pleasure as his breathing speeds up, moans bubbling up from deep in his chest.

“Fill me up, alpha. Your omega wants you to breed her.”

Arthur’s eyes shoot open at your words and in naught but a moment, his hips leave the cabin floor and he groans out another round of completion, spending within your heat with a loud grunt.

You lean over him playfully as he catches his breath. A triumphant smile beams across your face as you sit back up on his hips and pull your hair out of your face, twisting it back in a messy bun - just about all you can handle right now.

Arthur’s large, warm hands encircle your waist, his thumb rubbing at your hip bone as he calms down.

“Yer gonna kill me tonight, aren’tcha?” He breathes up at you, a grin appearing across his face as well.

“How many more times you got, old man?” You giggle, and Arthur shoots up into a sitting position, making you squeal as he tips you backward, letting you untuck your knees and swing your legs around him once more.

“Plenty enough to keep you satisfied.” He nips at your chin playfully.

“Oh yeah?”

“UUh-huh” he rumbles into your jaw as he kisses back toward your ear, “Gonna be drippin’ with me by the time I’m done with you.”

You press back on his shoulders so that he looks at you fully. You study his face for a moment before one of your hands brushes back a strand of his honeyed hair behind his ear.

“I don’t want to just be your omega.” You whisper, your eyes falling down his face to his neck, knowing yours is marred with his mark.

“You ain’t, sweetheart. You’re my partner. My equal.”

“But how can an omega ever be an alpha’s equal?” That voice that’s been teasing you all your life pipes up before you have a chance to quiet it.

The next thing you know, you’re dipped backward onto the floor, gently spread out as Arthur lays on top of you, still joined at the hip.

He leans down and presses a kiss softer than he should be allowed to give upon your lips.

“Since I need you jus’ as much as you need me, maybe more.” He breathes, rolling his hips against you, causing you to gasp as his knot slips a little in the vice of your cunt.

“Promise?” You whine breathily as you can tell he’s heading toward another orgasm.

“P-promise.” He stutters.

Arthur presses his lips to yours with a finality that sends you reeling, clutching at him as he pours himself into you once again.

#red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x reader #red dead fandom #twolafic #abo dynamics #alpha/omega #rdr2 fanfic

320 notes · View notes

bakubunny · 6 months

Text

bnha masterlist: headcanons

mdni: minors & no age in bio will get you blocked.

all of my works are listed by character or pairing. all pairings are character x reader unless otherwise noted.

i write ageplay. if that bothers you, be sure to check the tags listed by each link.

daddy as title -> no ageplay or implied ageplay

bakugo katsuki

kirishima eijiro

aizawa shota

general & multi character hcs

midoriya izuku

daddy!izu & santa!kats (age play, smut)

daddy!izu can be so mean (age play, piss play, diaper wearing, humiliation)

bf!izu lets his mentor teach by observing ft. @zazter-den

possessive, jealous izuku (implied bkdk x reader)

bunny owner izuku tries (and fails) to find you a companion (hybrids, fluff)

bunny owner izuku is so sweet (hybrids, fluff)

loving on your tired hero (oral m receiving)

helping izuku unwind (facesitting)

izuku is a thigh man

perv!izuku has a massive sex toy collection

big bro!katsuki/big bro!izuku (facials, selfies, incest)

dad bf!izuku hc

don't be fooled by izuku (orgasm denial, rough sex, ruined orgasms, praise kink)

grinding on beefy izuku's lap

todoroki shoto

shoto x loud!reader

alpha!shoto and (hybrid) omega relief rooms

sweet shoto & your locket necklace

dom!shoto loves orgasm control

alt!shoto hcs + mood board

daddy!shoto hcs ft. @sunflower-emoji & @dcsiremc

accidentally calling shoto daddy (smut, hurt/comfort)

sleepy mornings with shoto

touch starved!shoto

kaminari denki

denki x chubby!reader

when denki calls you “pretty girl” ft. @jazzafayesworld

daddy!denki headcanons (request)

denki needs your pussy (dubcon, somno)

denki likes tits

iida tenya

daddy dom!iida (request)

sero hanta

sero dances with you in the kitchen (trick or treat)

hanta's cheeky grin

hanta cleans up

shinso hitoshi

big bro toshi and his friends (fauxcest, age play)

soft dom!shinso is my favorite shinso

shinso does inspections

tokoyami fumikage

daddy!fumi hcs

fumi has a dungeon

fumi loves impact play

toshinori yagi

sugar daddy!yagi (escort!reader)

yamada hizashi

hizashi x f!reader hcs

he can't call anyone little listener because of you (with bonus erasermic hc)

togata mirio

best friend!mirio takes you home

dad bf!mirio has no clue what he does to you (tw dc)

shigaraki tomura

sub/switch shigaraki thoughts (daddy/mommy kink)

#bnha masterlist

157 notes · View notes

caroldantops · 1 year

Text

starving

ship: yelena belova x reader; other black widows x reader (briefly)

summary/request: life as an omega in the red room is pretty good, all things considered. they only get better when yelena starts taking a liking to you. for @scarlettwlw; inspired by widow au.

word count: 5.2k

warnings: smut (18+), silly omegaverse worldbuilding, alpha!yelena, omega!reader, heavy pet play - omegas are pets to the widows, themes of human trafficking in the same vein as black widow, black widow gangbang, knotted strap ons, breeding kink, medfet, yelena is implied demiromantic/sexual bc thats my preferred yelena hc ❤️

a/n: a gift for britt several months in the making! this is specifically catered for her and her alone and u all just happen to get to read it so be thankful. also special shoutout to @foggyxrayspecs's extension of widow au bc it also helped inspire this universe ❤️

masterlist | ao3 link

A sudden wave of light stirs you awake, blinking your eyes sleepily at the heavy door that just swung open. You poke your nose through the bars of your cage, straining to see which of the Black Widows was greeting you this morning. The echoing thud of leather boots rouses the others awake, and you hear the jangling of collars harmonizing with whines and yips.

“Now, now,” the Widow is still out of view, but you perk up at the voice. You press your face as hard as you can into the bars, cheeks squishing against them so you can see her better. “Calm down, omegas. It’s much too early to get this riled up.”

Yelena Belova. Second-in-command of the Black Widows, taking orders only from her sister, Natasha. After Dreykov’s demise and the liberation of the Widows from his control, they all had a decision to make: disband the Black Widows for good or rebuild it into something of their own.

Perhaps in another universe, one where the Widows haven’t created a pack of their own, they would have tried to lead normal lives. But this was the only family they’ve known for so many years, and they were determined to make the best of it.

That left them with the big question of what to do about the omegas. The Widows who were sent into the field to do dirty work were all highly-engineered alphas, some of the most aggressive any normal person would ever see. Naturally to keep them placated during rut time, groups of omegas were brought in and beaten down into pets in the same way the alphas were built up to be killers.

Natasha and Yelena knew that the omegas could never live on their own, and they feared what monsters would offer to take you all in as well. So, they made a vow to keep them safe.

It didn’t hurt that this option still allowed the Widows easy access to omegas in heat.

Yelena presses the button on the wall that opens all of the cages, and almost immediately, she’s swarmed by them. She laughs, giving everyone plenty of pats as she tries to wade through the dozens of bodies without stepping on anyone.

“Watch your fingers, little ones, don’t want to have to send anyone to the Lerato first thing in the morning.”

The omegas all pant and yip, nudging at Yelena in their eagerness to be let out for the day. You trail behind as she opens the door again, watching as all your packmates flood out to greet the handful of Widows standing outside the kennel door.

You’re granted a fair amount of freedom to roam the headquarters, so long as an alpha was in sight to keep you out of too much trouble. Though the alphas here never fully committed to a mate (with few exceptions) due to the nature of their training and tampering with their instincts from the scientists of the Red Room, the alphas and omegas had favorites and tended to stick with them.

All of the omegas tended to like Yelena, but none have caught her attention yet. It was only recently that she started taking more responsibilities with them, stepping back a little from the boring strategizing duties that her sister had been thrusting upon her over the past few years.

Now that they were at a point where the dust from Dreykov’s rule finally settled, Natasha was more comfortable letting Yelena ease away from that role to take on field work again - Melina even offered to help keep things in check in addition to being one of the doctors keeping the omegas regulated.

As per your morning routine, the alphas led all the omegas to the yard to do their business and get some fresh air. You decide to follow Yelena today, eager to make friends with her now that she’s around more.

“Oh, are you going to be my little shadow today?” Yelena asks you, squatting down to ruffle your hair. You give her a happy boof, sticking right on her heels as she leads you outside.

The Russian air chills even the most prepared person to the bone, so this is the only time you see any clothes on your fellow omegas. Yelena shoved you into a huge knit sweater and struggled to get you into sweatpants with how much you were wiggling.

“If she’s moving too much Belova, just make her go out without it,” one of the meaner Widows, Ingrid, says as she puts a hoodie on a very shy omega who sits so still that she might as well be frozen.

“No, I don’t want to punish her with frostbite just for wiggling. She’s just excited,” Yelena sighs as you finally stick your leg in the right place. “See? I can handle her.”

“Suit yourself,” Ingrid shrugs. “Take it from someone who’s actually been handling them, though. You can’t be so soft on them all the time. They get spoiled.”

“Nothing wrong with a little spoiling!” Yelena looks up at Ana, who’s cradling a blanket wrapped omega in her arms. “Don’t listen to her, Yelena.”

You whip your head back and forth as Ana and Ingrid argue, until Yelena tugs gently on your collar. “C’mon, let’s get out while we can.”

Outside, Yelena sits back and watches you as you tussle with the others, cringing as one of them bites your nice sweater and stretches the material. You growl at them, shoving them with your shoulder and rolling them onto their back.

“Guess you didn’t get the memo about not putting any clothes you care about on the omegas, hm?” Lerato sits down next to Yelena and the omega that was following her curls up around her legs to steal her warmth. Not many omegas tended to follow her around, despite being one of the kindest alphas, because she was also the one who usually performed your routine examinations.

“No one cared to tell me,” Yelena huffs dramatically. “That was a sweater I got in New York, too.”

“Guess you’ll have to get that new friend of yours to send you another,” she hums, scratching the omega behind their ears. “You’re good with them though. A natural.”

“Thanks,” Yelena smiles as her eyes meet yours. You trot over with something in your mouth, the arms of the sweater snagging under your hands as you crawl. “A gift for me?”

You drop the maimed stuffed animal in her lap. Yelena picks it up and tries to decipher what it used to be, but with all the stuffing scattered across the yard and with most of the fur in shreds, it looks more like roadkill than a fluffy companion.

“Did you eat this or did someone kill your toy?” Yelena asks you. You grab it from her with your teeth and start shaking it aggressively. Lerato’s omega watches you with fascination. “Ah, I see. You’re a big strong pup, aren’t you? A natural born killer.”

You bare your teeth at her, your sharpened canines peeking over the matted fur of the toy. Yelena playfully bares her teeth back, her own fangs looking much deadlier than yours. For the omegas, having your canines sharpened is purely for show; but you wonder how many throats Yelena has sunk her teeth into. Your body shivers at the thought of her teeth at your neck, and you find yourself dropping the toy at her feet and rolling onto your back in submission.

Both of the alphas laugh at how quickly your boldness faded away, while Lerato’s omega nudges you with their nose and flops on top of you, chewing on the loose ends of Yelena’s sweater.

“This is going to be boring, omega,” Yelena says, opening the door to the meeting room. You tilt your head at her. “You can come sit with me if you want, but if you would like to go play with the others, I will come find you afterwards.”

You contemplate for a moment, peeking into the room. Natasha and the other Widows are seated around a long conference table, looking at the big screen on the wall with lots of maps and numbers you don’t understand. “Decide, pup. I’m already late.”

Regrettably, you decide to stay.

Yelena was right. Meetings are boring.

You’re not allowed to crawl up into one of the empty chairs, Ingrid scolding you when you place your hands onto the edge and silently ask to be let up. Yelena pats your head and scoots her chair out a bit, allowing you to curl up between her boots while the alphas talk.

There aren’t any other omegas in the room today. While it’s not unusual for one or two to sit with an alpha to keep them company, today was set to run much longer so everyone let the omegas go back to their kennels for a nap.

After about a half hour, you start to get antsy. But you can hear Yelena talking, so you don’t want to disturb her by asking to be let out. You huff quietly, resting your head on Yelena’s boot. Her leg tenses when she feels your weight on her, stopping in the middle of her sentence.

“What?”

“Nothing, sorry,” Yelena clears her throat, leg relaxing once again.

Once she finishes speaking and Natasha takes over again, she reaches down to pet you. You spend the rest of the meeting chewing on the laces of her boots before dozing off at some point.

“Omega, wake up.” You whine, eyes blinking open to see Yelena ducking under the table to see you better. When you put your head back down, content to keep sleeping, she hooks her fingers under your collar, tugging gently to drag you out. You pull away, a sleepy growl deep in your chest as Yelena sighs. “Come on, it’s time for lunch.”

At the word “lunch” you ease up, allowing Yelena to yank you out from your hiding spot.

“That’s all it took, huh? I’ll remember that next time.”

The dining hall is filled with the sounds of panting omegas and Widow’s chatting. Natasha sits at the head of the table, with Yelena at her right hand, head resting on her palms as she listens to her sister ramble on about why they need to take a trip back to New York soon.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Come on, we can visit your hero friends around the States too! I’m sure Barton would be thrilled to see you!”

“And I’m sure he’d be far less enthused to see you,” Natasha rolls her eyes.

The omegas are scattered around the room, some waiting patiently by the kitchen doors and others nosing at the legs of the alphas hoping to get some extra scraps. You sit by the doors, trying your best to shove your way to the front of the line. They finally swing open, and the already loud chirping and yipping of the omegas cranks up a notch.

The Widow pushing the food cart, Sonya, laughs at how you all scramble around her, simultaneously trying to push your way to the food while also trying to avoid the wheels of the cart rolling over your fingers.

She pushes it towards one of the walls, where a few mats are set up to make it easier to clean later and starts setting the bowls down. In your best efforts to be the first to fill your stomach, you attempt to barrel through the others. Light growls fill the room, prompting Sonya to give a gentle warning nudge to a few omegas with her boot.

“Stop. There’s plenty for all of you.” You get nudged in the process - probably due to the fact that you just nipped at one of your packmates - and are pushed to a bowl off to the side of the others.

Huffing dramatically at her, you finally sit down and eat, eagerly devouring the warm rice and meat concoction that was prepared for all the omegas. The Widows always find it amusing how quickly you all eat, as though they’ve starved you for weeks rather than giving you three hearty meals a day.

As you finish your serving, someone bumps into you from behind trying to chase after Sonya for more, and you’re knocked face first into your dish. The little bit of leftover gravy and grains of rice sticks to your chin and cheeks, leaving you feeling stickier than you normally are after lunch.

Everyone else is too distracted finishing up their own food to notice your predicament, so you attempt to get someone to help you. You crawl over to the head of the table and sit by Yelena’s chair. She’s deeply invested in explaining something to Natasha, hands gesturing wildly. You hesitantly put a hand on the side of her thigh, patting gently to alert her to your presence.

“Hm?” Yelena looks down at you, confused by your sudden appearance. Then she takes note of the mess on your face and laughs. “Silly pup, you’ve made a mess! C’mere, up.”

Yelena pats her thighs, encouraging you to sit up with your hands braced against her. She takes her napkin from where it was tucked into her shirt and wipes your face clean. You shake your head a little, not liking the rough cloth against your skin, but Yelena grips your chin so that she can get the rest of it.

“There you go! All clean,” she beams, scratching a sensitive spot behind your ear that immediately makes you start purring, pressing your cheek against her palm.

“Since when did you get an omega?” Natasha snorts, amused with the way her sister stares down at you with such affection. She knows Yelena has never been one for traditional relationships, even beyond the ways in which they were programmed out of it under Dreykov, so seeing her so easily take care of you with such immediate fondness was a surprise.

“She’s not my omega, Natasha,” Yelena rolls her eyes. You pout nipping her fingertips and earning yourself a very unconvincing glare. “You know we don’t mate like that.”

“I’m very aware, thank you,” Natasha deadpans. “And you know what I meant. Practically all the girls have omegas that - in any other context - would be their mate. I just didn’t think you were interested.”

“Well, maybe I never had a chance to be interested with how busy you kept me. So you should really be blaming yourself for your poor little sister being so lonely all the time.” Even though this is typical bickering for the two, the hint of bitterness in Yelena’s voice upsets you, and you scramble up to her lap, deep purrs rumbling in attempt to soothe the alpha. Yelena smiles at you softly, cupping your face in her hands and turning you to face Natasha. “Besides, maybe I just made an exception. After all, how could anyone resist this face!”

The next morning, you aren’t greeted with Yelena’s face as the kennels swing open. You try to hide your disappointment as Helen urges all of you out of the door. Helen has taken on the role of a sort of personal trainer for the Widows, and her penchant for sparring makes her the favorite of some of the rowdier omegas, who start barking and trying to tackle her as she opens the door.

When you don’t come out of your cage, Helen ducks her head in to see you curled up in the corner: sweaty, pupils blown out, burying yourself as deep into your blankets as you can. The alpha shakes her head, clearing her head of the desire to drag you out and pin you down right there.

“Early heat again? We really have to get Melina to check you out.” She huffs, pulling you out and clipping a leash to your neck. You start rubbing your face against her legs, hoping that she’ll give some relief to the ache between your thighs. “Not yet, omega. You know the drill. The alphas that actually need you are going to take care of you.”

Despite the fact that all you want is to nest, you allow Helen to lead you away from the kennels, knowing that there will be some relief where she’s taking you. The slick between your legs feels cool as the air from the halls hits it. The two of you pass a few others as you walk, and you see the way that the alphas’ eyes are drawn to you like moths to a flame.

The room you’re led to is very familiar to you. Traditionally, it’s used as the Widows training room, with various equipment like targets and punching bags littered around. Grunts and growls fill the room as a few alphas work out, and the sounds make your body quiver. You pause in your tracks, ducking your head down and pushing your ass up, presenting for any alpha who would pay you attention.

“How pathetic, omega,” Helen laughs, letting your leash fall to the ground. She kneels down next to you, tilting your head up. “If I was in rut, you’d already be snug on my knot. But, like I said, few other gals need you more than I do right now.”

She ties your leash to a post near the center of the room, patting your head and leaving the room. You let out a whine from deep in your chest, and almost immediately the alphas that were working out stalk over to you.

“Aw, poor omega.”

“I could smell you the second you entered the room.”

“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? Need to be bred?”

Your body goes limp as the three Widows start manhandling you into position. Fingers are thrust into you without any warning, arousal dripping down the Widow’s palm. You moan, thrusting back against the pressure as another Widow tugs down her pants and her strap bobs free, slapping against your face. They don’t even have to tell you to open your mouth, tongue already lolling out from panting and moaning as you’re pinned down to a bench.

Everything happens so quickly that you can barely register who’s fucking which hole. Endless moans and growls fill the room, rivaled only by the wet sounds of your cunt being thrust into roughly. You’re given no reprieve - the second that one alpha empties her strap into you and pops the knot free, another one slips hers in its place, using the cum dripping into you as lube for even sloppier thrusts.

It doesn’t end with just three alphas taking their fill - a couple more wander into the training room as you’re being bred and take the places of the ones who finally decide to tap out and go shower.

You’re eventually pinned down, face pressed against the ground and ass pulled into the air as two alphas see if they can fit both of their knots in your holes at the same time. A puddle of your own drool and some alpha spit soaks your cheek, eyes glazed completely over as you feel the pressure of the knotted strap being pushed slowly into your cum-filled ass. Your body shakes with climax as the alphas laugh as your hole swallows the knot, cum seeping from the sides and dripping down to your equally stuffed cunt.

The fog in your brain and the pulsing of your walls distracts you from the sudden feeling of emptiness as the alphas slip out of you after a few minutes. Neither of the two left feel like helping you clean up. They exchange some words with each other that you can’t hear over the ringing in your ears, but you think that one of them says something over her comm.

Exhaustion takes over and your eyes close, even though you want nothing more than to crawl back to your kennel, you know your body would barely carry you an inch across the floor in this state.

That’s why you’re startled when you wake up in a pile of warm blankets. There’s no more stickiness between your thighs, like you’ve been gently wiped clean in your sleep. The temptation to nestle into the nest and fall back asleep is overwhelmed by the curiosity of your open cage door.

You wander out slowly and find Yelena sitting up against the wall across from your cage, playing with her phone. She sees you looking up sleepily at her and pats her lap, signaling for you to come lay down. You yawn and settle on her thighs, curling your body around her.

“Big day, huh omega? Helen told me that you were so tired that you weren’t going to be able to get back on your own, so I came and got you. I know you omegas like to nest, so I brought some extra blankets from my room, I hope you don’t mind.” Yelena strokes your hair, listening to the soft noises you make. “And if you want, you can come look and find others that you like.”

You open your eyes, giving her a puzzled look.

“I mean you can come sleep in my room, omega,” Yelena boops your nose. “Would be easier during your heat, yeah?”

Before Yelena can change her mind, you take the sleeve of her shirt between your teeth and start trying to drag her down the halls to her room.

Technically, Yelena was only supposed to let you sleep in her room for the duration of your heat so that she could help you through it without you having to be exhausted by the other Widows every day.

But no one was going to tell Natasha Romanoff’s little sister that she was breaking protocol.

Yelena worked you far more gently than the other Widows did - but she does tell you that her rut doesn’t come for another couple of weeks, so she’s not as “feral” as the others yet. You’re as excited to see that as you are for her to gently work you into endless orgasms through the week.

The last day of your heat brings you an unpleasant surprise. A visit to the doctor.

“Omega, stop tugging,” Yelena sighs. You’ve been spoiled for several days and now think that you can drag her away from the exam room with your leash that she clipped on you. “I promise, it will be quick. Plus, you get to meet mother. She will take good care of you.”

Once she coaxes you into the exam room with promises of treats and cuddles later, you immediately scurry into a corner, as far away from the other door as possible. Yelena rolls her eyes, picking you up even as you turn into dead weight in her arms, and puts you onto the table. You hate the feeling of the crinkly paper against your skin and start tearing it as you wiggle around.

“Stop that. You’re being naughty.”

You huff and pout until the door swings open, and you’re greeted by a doctor you’ve never seen.

“Yelena! So, this is the prized omega Natasha told me about,” the woman immediately pulled Yelena into a hug and steps back to admire you. “Hello, little one.”

You stare at her, blankly.

“No growling, that’s good.” The woman, Melina, you remember the other Widows calling her, taps a tablet screen. You lean over a bit to see what she’s looking at. Sometimes Yelena shows you funny things on her phone, but Melina’s screen is boring. Lots of numbers and words that you don’t understand. “She certainly is not showing any signs of adverse aggression. Has her heat been normal other than being early?”

“Yes, as far as I am aware.”

Melina taps a few more things on the screen, and you sigh. You’re bored with all this and want nothing more than to go back to the nest you’ve made in Yelena’s bed. You start looking around the room, tilting your head at the various posters with tips on alpha and omega health. While you’re distracted, Melina gestures to Yelena to prop you up on all fours.

You squeak as you’re moved and yelp when Melina’s cold, gloved hands make contact with your skin. Yelena holds you in place so that you can’t squirm away.

Melina goes through the routine that you’re pretty used to by now, but her hands are much more clinical than Lerato’s gentle touch. Still, she isn’t rough with you. Just thorough.

She has you open your mouth, pulling your lips up so that she can check your teeth.

“Nice strong canines. I bet she’s bruised you with these, Yelena.”

“Mom.”

“Just observing!” Melina laughs at her daughter’s embarrassment as she glides her hands down to your chest, checking for any abnormalities. It’s getting hard for you to focus as she prods and squeezes you, especially Yelena’s breath hitting your cheek as she praises you for staying still. You can’t help the whine that escapes when Melina pinches your nipples. “Reactive. Good.”

Yelena watches you carefully as Melina proceeds with inspecting you. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel her spread your folds apart, running her fingers gently over them. It’s nothing explicitly sensual, Melina is very professional and clinical as she circles your clit to see your reaction, but it’s enough to make you shudder and moan.

“Good girl,” Yelena hums against your forehead. “You are being a very brave pup.”

“Everything seems okay to me,” Melina says, pulling her fingers away from you and snapping her gloves off and into the trash. You lean your body against Yelena’s, silently begging to be done here so you can go back to bed. “Heat changes are not unusual, especially with so many horny alpha hormones around. I would not worry about it too much, but I can check in with you again next month to see if she gets back on track. Having a consistent alpha will help as well.”

Yelena nods, not listening very much past Melina saying that you’re okay. She says goodbye to Melina and leads you back to her room, not needing the leash for the walk back. She whistles while you walk, and you bump against her legs affectionately.

Once you’ve returned, you immediately tug on Yelena’s pants and guide her to the bed. She laughs, lifting you up and dropping you in the middle of all of the blankets and clothes that you’ve gathered for your nest there. You roll over, pushing your ass in the air and presenting for the alpha.

Your alpha.

“Eager omega,” Yelena laughs, fingers immediately finding your cunt. She doesn’t waste any time teasing you - it’s clear that you’ve gotten worked up enough from your inspection. You push back against her fingers, but she moves away. You whine. “Don’t worry, I am not going to leave you hanging. I just need to grab a toy.”

Slick drips down your thighs as Yelena returns, placing a hand on your lower back to steady you as she guides her strap into you. You moan as you’re filled. You feel the knot of the strap pressing up against your hole, still too big for you to take right now. Yelena fucks into you steadily, pulling you back against her cock in smooth rhythmic motions.

“You’re so pretty like this, omega. Desperate to be taken,” Yelena growls. She leans over and presses herself against your back, tugging your hair so that she can have access to mark up your neck. Her hips thrust harder into you, and you feel the beginnings of the knot edging into your cunt. You yelp as she gives a particularly hard thrust, one that would have you collapsing if she weren’t using her other arm to support you. “I want you to cum when I knot you. Can you do that, omega? Come on, cum for me. ”

Yelena pushes her knot into your weeping cunt, and your entire body shakes with the intensity of being filled. Her fingers meet your clit, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves until you do finally collapse as your orgasm washes over you. She gives you a moment to breathe, her body solidly on top of you still like a weighted blanket. She leaves kisses behind your ear, along your neck and back, as she whispers how good of an omega you are.

You’re rolled over after a few moments, still snug on Yelena’s knot. She pulls you closer to her so that she can properly spoon you, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“Later you have to have a bath, omega. You’re sweaty.” You grumble. “Don’t make that noise. My bathroom is much nicer than the ones all the omegas get bathed in. You will like it much better for sure. Plus, I need one too. We can share, okay?”

A purr rumbles through your chest in response.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Ugh! Where is it?” Yelena throws her clothes around the room, making a bigger mess than there already was. You watch shirts fly over your head as you sit on the bed in your nest, watching a video that Yelena pulled up on her tablet to keep you from crawling around underfoot. “We’re going to be late at this rate.”

There’s a knock at the door before it swings open, and you happily yip as Natasha enters.

“We’re going to be late, Yelena.” Natasha looks over at you and gives you a tiny wave.

“You think I don’t know that!” Yelena groans. “I’m looking for a very specific shirt. The one that Kate gave me last time we visited. You didn’t take it, did you?”

“Why would I take it?” Natasha rolls her eyes. “You’re the one always stealing my shit.”

Yelena gasps. “That is not true! Don’t listen to her, omega.”

Natasha chuckles and looks at you watching her sister. It’s sweet, the way that the two of you interact. She never thought that Yelena would decide to mate. She never pushed the conversation, but her sister always seemed to dance around it whenever Melina would bring it up. She notices you laying in your nest and smirks.

“Hey, Yelena.”

“I know we’re late!”

“No, not that. Did you check your nest?”

Yelena scrunches up her eyebrows and looks to the bed. You wiggle excitedly as her attention is back on you, but her mouth drops agape. “My shirt! You’ve been laying on it this whole time?”

You growl when Yelena tries to take the shirt from under you. She rolls her eyes and snatches it, shoving it into her very full suitcase.

“Alright, I’m packed now!” Yelena struggles to zip it, but manages after some shoving. “I cannot believe you got us the Avengers private jet, Natasha.”

“It’s not a private jet,” Natasha rolls her eyes.

You listen to the two banter while Yelena clips your leash on. You know that you’re going to visit Yelena’s friend, which excites you. But you haven’t been outside the Red Room Headquarters since you were first captured all those years ago. Yelena calms your nerves as she and Natasha guide you onto the imposing aircraft.

There’s a few other people on board, who all greet Natasha fondly. You nervously sit close to Yelena’s legs, giving people’s hands a polite sniff when they reach out to you.

You haven’t flown in years, so you’re a little shaky from the occasional turbulence. Yelena pulls you into her lap and offers you a treat which you eagerly take without second thought. After a few minutes, drowsiness takes over your body and you find yourself snuggling deeper into Yelena’s embrace.

“You can rest, omega. I’ll wake you when we land.”

#yelena belova x reader #c: yelena #silver writes #starving au

323 notes · View notes

holylulusworld · 9 months

Note

Looking for some recommendations by you or your kind followers 🥰

Steve or Bucky mafia / mob or abo series

And Henry Cavill series (I've fallen into a big rabbit hole of lusting over that man lol)

I've read all of your stories so much Lulu, like Consolidation Bride is like my number 1 series. I reread it often sometimes when I walk my dog or when I'm moody and on my period😂.

Hi lovely. Aw, I'm happy someone loves Consolation Bride as much as I do. I'm tempted to write a sequel, I just don't know when.

Let's see, I will list the blogs coming to my mind in random order. I hope I don't forget half of the people I follow...

I highly recommend @angrythingstarlight's blog for Mafia AUs. She has wonderful Mafia AUs for Bucky.

@navybrat817 has great stories for Bucky & Steve & Henry's characters. Check her Bucky list for Mafia stories.

@kinanabinks has an awesome Mafia Bucky x Best Friend (fairy) series. You can find it here: MOB!BUCKY MASTERLIST

@jtargaryen18 has a wonderful Mafia Steve / arranged marriage story called His Inheritance (ongoing). I got it on my reading list.

@sinner-as-saint has all your little heart desires, including mafia AUs, A/B/O and so much more.

@biteofcherry has great a/b/o & mafia stories for Steve. I think some are dark, so check the warnings for triggers.

@smutsonian has this mafia Steve I just discovered and need to read.

@buckyalpine has a story called pretty little thing with Mob Bucky. It's on my reading list.

You are looking for Henry & his roles? Fear not. Look at @littlefreya's blog. Here's her "stories" masterlist. There is a drabbles masterlist in her bio too.

Do you need more Henry? Here you go: @viking-raider will help you out.

@waiting4inspiration has an Alpha Bucky series.

These are the ones coming to my mind atm. If anyone has stories for nonnie to read, please feel free to add them to his post. 😊

#fic recs #fic recommendation #lulu answers

149 notes · View notes

kittenofdoomage · 1 year

Text

Obeying Temptation

Summary: She’s not a good Christian girl by any stretch, but he might still have some fun corrupting her.

Pairing: Alpha!Demon!Dean x Omega!female!reader

Word Count: 8481

Warnings: soooo much blasphemy, religious themes, smut (incl. fingering, full penetrative sex and oral sex), A/B/O (incl. scenting, knotting, marking, mentions of bodily fluids), angst, drama, demonic possession, mentions of breeding kink, dirty talk, derogatory names, hands on throats, biting, bruising, abandonment, slight dubcon and implied murder of religious clergymen, ambiguous ending

Ao3 Link

Author Note: Happy New Year everyone, enjoy some blasphemy before 2023 kicks in 😈

Church had always felt like a chore. In truth, it was more her mom’s thing than Y/N’s, but she obeyed the rules of her mother’s house, since she was stuck living there until she could find a job that paid better than minimum wage. Every Sunday, she put on one of the hideous Sears dresses her Aunt Margaret sent every birthday and followed her mother to church. Her mom didn’t make her sit at the front with the rest of the gossipy old ladies that liked to speculate on the love lives of the other attendees, at least.

It was hard not to zone out when Father Taggart droned on about the importance of community and keeping Jesus in your heart, and if she could have gotten away with it, she would have played on her phone until the service was done. She’d never understood the purpose of “God’s House”, preferring to believe His house was everywhere, seeing as he was supposed to be ubiquitous.

Today’s sermon was more of the same. Y/N sat away from most of the other parishioners, listening as the greying vicar rambled through Matthew 22-something, her attention wandering around the stone archways of the old building. As her eyes drifted, she noticed someone in the darkness to the left near the confessionals, a good few meters away from the pews.

He stepped forward, white collar catching her gaze first. Another priest? she wondered, and his eyes met hers. A smile tugged at his lips but it was nothing like the smile she would expect to see on a vicar’s face. This smile was calculating, cunning… predatory. Despite the distance between them, she could tell he was an Alpha, unusual for a man of the cloth; she wished she could see him more clearly but he was almost entirely bathed in shadows.

“And now, I would like to invite a new voice to speak,” Father Taggart announced, and Y/N dragged her eyes from the shadowy priest to the front again, though she could feel him watching her still. “May I introduce Father Crowley, who will be standing in for Father Grayson now he has retired.”

She remembered Father Grayson, though she’d only met him a few times when she’d picked her mom up from her Wednesday night prayer group. He was at least a hundred years old, she was sure of it, bent double and hair as white as snow. Maybe he should have retired a few years earlier.

The man who stepped up with a polite nod at Father Taggart was in his late forties, or maybe early fifties - she was never very good at judging age. He had dark hair and a slightly unkempt beard, but she supposed he was attractive. For a priest.

“Thank you, Father Taggart,” the newcomer crooned, his British accent making a few of the older ladies whisper among themselves. “It is a pleasure to be speaking to you all today. As he explained, myself and Father Winchester will be standing in for Father Grayson until a suitable permanent replacement can be found.” He smiled, looking out upon his audience. “I’m sure we will feel right at home in your wonderful parish.”

Y/N glanced back to the shadows, wondering if the mysterious Alpha was Father Winchester, but he was gone. She shuddered, feeling a chill in the air as Father Taggart gave Father Crowley a further welcome, then called everyone to stand for the last hymn.

Hymns had always been the part of church she enjoyed. Singing in general was a hobby, one to be practised away from anyone who would hear her, so hymns offered her a way to sing without being singled out in a crowd. The church organ player situated herself, then began to play as Father Taggart instructed the mass to turn to Holy God, We Praise Thy Name.

The mysterious priest didn’t appear again.

It always took forever to get her mom in the car after services, usually because she was still chatting with her friends. Y/N hung around the grassy front, toying with her keys as she waited, listening to her mom pass comment on the “hot new priest”.

“You know he’s still twenty years younger than you, right?” she called out, making her mom glare in her direction.

Agnes, her mom’s best friend, prodded her. “Did you see that other one?”

“No?” Her mom frowned, glancing over at her daughter. “There was another one?”

“Mmhmm,” Agnes nodded. “Younger. Very handsome. Maybe Y/N…”

“Oh, god, Agnes, please,” Y/N interjected, holding a hand up to stop the older woman. “I’m not interested in any guys, priests or not. Besides, I thought they’re supposed to be celibate?”

Agnes and her mom chuckled. “That’s a common misconception,” her mom advised, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Trust me.”

“I don’t wanna know,” she mumbled, scrunching up her face in disgust.

“Oh come now, dear,” Agnes chided softly, “you can’t expect to live at home forever. We all have a body clock, you know, Omegas most of all.”

It was difficult not to roll her eyes at the outdated opinion, so she decided not to engage in yet another discussion about how Omegas weren’t just breeding sows. Jingling the keys, she turned her attention to her mother, giving her a tight smile. “Can we get going, Mom? I wanna enjoy the rest of my weekend.”

Her mom rolled her eyes. “Okay, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Agnes.”

“Take care, Judith. Goodbye, Y/N!”

“Bye,” Y/N muttered, already marching towards the car. Judith followed at a leisurely pace, ignoring the impatience of her daughter as she climbed into the passenger seat. Turning the key in the engine, Y/N glanced back to check the rear of the vehicle, making sure she didn’t hit the black classic parked behind her.

“Agnes is only worried, you know,” her mom started.

“Mom -”

“I know, I know, none of my business. But I would like to see a grandchild…”

Y/N gritted her teeth. “Mom.”

Judith went quiet, clamping her mouth shut with a grin. Y/N pulled the car out of the spot and sped off, hoping that her stern tone was enough to put the subject to bed. They were silent the whole way home, and when they got inside, Y/N retreated to her room to lose herself in something distracting.

By Monday morning, she’d forgotten most of the encounter, and began her week at work with a smile. Her job kept her busy, and though she hated the majority of her duties, she liked that it occupied her mind and she never had to take it home with her.

Sunday rolled around with a storm, the second of the week. The weather had been all kinds of crazy since summer had hit, and when she arrived at church with her mother, they had to run in to avoid getting drenched. Judith toddled off to her usual spot, and Y/N, once again, found sanctuary at the back. It was emptier than usual, likely due to the rain, and she could hear it on the church roof above the crowd.

Father Crowley stood at the front, waiting for everyone to get settled, and when Y/N looked around, she couldn’t see Father Taggart. Her mom was sitting with Agnes, both of them whispering to each other, and they fell silent when Father Crowley called for quiet.

“I have some grave news to give you all today,” he began, and several parishioners sat up straighter. “Father Taggart has been taken ill, so he will not be conducting service today. I would like to ask you all to hold him in your prayers, and hope for a full recovery.”

Y/N tensed, a new scent tickling her nose. The pew she was sitting on was empty save for her, and she looked to either side, searching for the source of the smell. It was thick and rich, invading her senses, inexplicably Alpha.

Movement from the darkness at the left of the church caught her eye. She focused, seeing him standing in the shadows by the door that led out to the graveyard, and for a second, she could have sworn his eyes were black. Her hands shook as she clutched the church-copy of the bible, unable to take her eyes off of him.

Father Crowley was speaking again, delivering a sermon every inch as boring as Father Taggart’s, and Y/N wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention. She stared at the mysterious priest in the shadows, feeling her heart rate speed up, and a light sweat broke out on her forehead. Her lips parted as she panted lightly, suddenly aware of what was happening.

She needed air.

Getting to her feet, she tried not to stumble, being as quiet as possible as she headed for the main entrance. No one seemed to pay her much attention, most of them listening to Father Crowley, so she escaped unnoticed, closing the door behind her.

It was still raining. The only thing that protected her was the awning over the doorway. She didn’t care, gulping down fresh air as she tried to control herself. “It’s too early,” she muttered, shaking her head.

The door opened behind her. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?” It was her mom, and Y/N turned, nodding.

“It’s fine, Mom, I’ll just go wait in the car.”

Judith didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure?” she whispered. “It’s Sunday, it might be a while.”

“Can I help you, ladies?”

The low rough voice made them both turn, and Y/N almost yelped at the sight of the mysterious priest. In the dull light of the storm, she could see every detail of his handsome features, and her mouth went dry as she drank in all six feet of him. “My daughter isn’t feeling well,” Judith explained before she could stop her.

“I’m fine, Mom,” Y/N insisted. “I can wait in the car.”

“If you’re feeling unwell, you can sit in the rectory until service is finished,” the priest offered.

Judith smiled, pressing a hand to her chest. “Oh, Father Winchester, that would put my mind at ease.” She glanced at her daughter. “I don’t think you’ve met yet. Y/N, this is -”

“Father Winchester,” Y/N whispered, staring at him. “I’d really be okay in my car.”

Her mom frowned then, reaching out to take her hand. “Please, Y/N, I’d be happier if you weren’t alone out here.”

She wanted to scream. Father Winchester was an Alpha, though her Beta mother wouldn’t scent it. He smiled at her, and she felt a thread of fear knot in her stomach. “It’s only next door,” he said smoothly, gesturing to the covered walkway that ran around the side of the old building. “Your mother can come and find you when she’s done.”

Her mother’s pleading gaze made her heart drop. She nodded reluctantly, and Judith beamed, clasping her hands over Y/N’s, tilting her head as she gazed at the priest gratefully.

“Thank you so much, Father,” she gushed, patting her daughter’s hand before scurrying back inside.

Father Winchester held out an arm, gesturing to the footpath. “It’s this way.” He stepped off, and Y/N followed. His scent filled her mouth and nose, making her stomach churn, and she couldn’t help staring at his muscular frame from behind him.

The rectory was a neat little house behind the church and the graveyard, far enough away from the other buildings that it was eerily silent. It was still raining, less enthusiastically than it had been before, but enough for her to feel her clothes getting wet as she followed the priest across the back of the graveyard. He paused after he’d opened the front door, holding it for her to slip past, and she felt a chill as she did. The door closed behind him, turning to face her as she hovered in the hallway.

“Would you like some tea?” he asked politely. It felt forced, and his intense stare made her insides quiver.

“Uh, sure.”

He smiled - the same predatory look he’d given her before. “The kitchen is through here.” Leading with his hand, he didn’t wait for her to follow, though she did, letting her gaze travel over the aged wallpaper and the few old pictures hanging on the walls. Most of them were religious or with the church itself as a subject, and for a moment, she wondered if Father Taggart was home, seeing as he was ill.

“How is Father Taggart?” she asked curiously. “Father Crowley said he was taken ill.”

Father Winchester barely spared her a glance as he filled the kettle with water, placing it on the stove top. “I’m sure he’ll be fine,” he muttered, his tone indicating a lack of regard for the man in question.

“Where is he?” she pushed, hoping that she wasn’t alone in the house with such an odd man.

He turned his head, grinning at her. “He left this morning. Staying with relatives in Florida. Warmer air.”

It sounded like he was mocking her, but she couldn’t see what the point would be, so she shrugged and let it go, looking around the kitchen for somewhere to sit. There was definitely space for a dining table and chairs in there but the space they could have occupied was empty.

“How are you feeling now?” the Father asked.

His question caught her off-guard. “Uh, okay, I guess,” she stammered, hugging herself for some small measure of comfort. “Probably allergies.” She was lying through her teeth; the gentle ache beginning in her belly told her exactly what was happening.

He hummed like he didn’t quite believe her. “Are you sure?” he pressed, turning to face her. “Lying is a sin, Y/N.”

Her eyes widened, and she shook her head hurriedly, fighting the urge to back up and show his intimidation of her. She dropped her hands to her sides, trying to appear casual. “Well, I mean, storms kick up all sorts of allergens,” she managed, shrugging.

Father Winchester sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. “You know, I gave you the chance there,” he scolded softly. “But I can see you’re going to be difficult about it.”

A lump formed in her throat. “About what?” she rasped, feigning innocence.

“I can smell you.”

The statement made her freeze, and she met his eyes like a frightened rabbit. He was facing her now, stalking her almost, and even though he was scaring the crap out of her, a tiny part of her was sending a thrill down her spine. His eyes shone as he stepped closer, and her knees trembled.

“Been able to smell you since you got out of your car,” he continued, coming closer still. “Sweet. Ripe. Just begging to be plucked.”

“Father Winchester, I -”

He scoffed, silencing her. “It’s Dean.”

She frowned at the odd correction, never knowing a priest to be so informal. But then, she’d never known one to be this inappropriate toward her. “This is wrong,” she whispered, finally backing away from him, only to find cupboards at her back two steps later. He was so close now, close enough to grab her, close enough that he was blocking any escape.

A smirk curled his lips, making him even more devastatingly handsome. “Then why can I smell how wet you are, sweetheart?”

Y/N whimpered, pressing herself into the cupboard door. “You shouldn’t be acting like this,” she denied. “You’re a priest, a man of the cloth -”

He was suddenly up against her, and she sucked in a breath, words fading as his scent overwhelmed her. “I’m an Alpha,” he murmured, reaching up to cup her face with one huge hand. “You’re an Omega. I know you feel it, I know you want it.”

She shook her head, her only struggle against his hold. He chuckled, leaning in like he was going to kiss her and she knew she should have resisted but she didn’t. His face got closer and right as he was about to brush his lips over hers, he went left, pressing his cheek to hers instead. The hand at her jaw tugged at her jacket, pulling it down until her bare shoulder and throat were exposed.

“I wouldn’t force myself on you, Y/N,” he crooned, mouth right against the shell of her ear. “It’s so much more satisfying to watch you try to fight it.” He chuckled, running the tips of his fingers up over her bare arm. “And you’re going to beg for my knot before long.” His fingers slid over her shoulder and up to her throat, stroking over the spot where an Alpha would lay his claim.

A shudder ran up her spine, and she could feel wetness in her panties. No doubt he could smell it, how aroused she was just from a few moments in his presence. “I don’t -” Her mouth was so dry, she couldn’t speak. Working some saliva up, she managed a tiny whine, and Dean pulled back to look her in the eye.

“Try again,” he ordered softly.

“I don’t think th-this is appropriate,” she stammered, too aware of the hand still lingering on her throat.

“Why not?” he teased, grinning at her. “Your body wants it. Every second, your scent’s gettin’ stronger, princess.”

This is wrong, this is wrong, she chanted in her mind but already she was imagining it, conjuring fantasies based on the hard lines of his body that held her against the cupboard. “Please,” she keened desperately.

“Please, what?”

The kettle began to shrill loudly, and the tension in the room snapped. Dean stepped away, leaving her to crumple in on herself, and she panted against the cupboard, watching him as he continued to make the tea.

She wondered for a second if she’d imagined it but her jacket was still hanging halfway down her shoulder, and she could still feel his touch on her skin. Her panties were soaked through, and when she straightened, she felt the ache in her belly turning raw.

The front door opened, and she heard her mother’s voice. Relief swept through her, but Dean didn’t seem bothered in the slightest by the arrival of company.

“Oh, of course, Father, we understand,” Judith was practically swooning over him, “after all, safety comes first.”

“Absolutely, my child,” Father Crowley replied and the front door shut loudly. “Now let’s see where your daughter has gotten to.” His voice got louder as they approached the kitchen, and when he entered, he smiled at you. “Here she is.” He glanced at the other priest. “Safe and sound.”

Judith didn’t notice the odd tone he spoke with, but Y/N did. She stood still as her mother came closer and began to fuss, pressing one hand to her daughter’s forehead. “Oh dear,” she mumbled, flustering a little as she realized what was ailing the younger woman. “I suppose we should get you home.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” Father Crowley interjected, glaring at Father Winchester, who smirked back.

“Thank you for looking after her, Father,” Judith cooed, smiling at both men.

“Take good care of her, won’t you?” Dean requested, all charm as he stared right at Y/N. She swallowed down a whimper, ducking her head so her mother didn’t see her reaction to him. “She’s a very special girl.”

Her mother clutched her chest, giving him an adoring look. “I will, Father Winchester,” she promised, taking Y/N’s hand but her daughter was already moving, desperate to get away from the scent of him. “Aren’t you going to say goodbye?” Judith admonished, making her freeze in her tracks.

She turned back, stomach churning, palms getting sweaty. “Thank you, Father,” she mumbled, curtseying like she was a child at Sunday School.

“I’ll keep you in my prayers,” he replied, a filthy smirk on his lips.

Judith didn’t linger this time, following as her daughter dashed for the door and out into the fresh air. The door closed behind them, and Crowley turned to Dean, arching one eyebrow in his direction.

“Feeling a little more enthusiastic about this?” he taunted. “Though you’re behind. I’ve already got three in the bag, what’s so special about this one?”

Dean’s smirk grew. “Didn’t you smell her?”

Crowley hummed. “Not something I’d be attuned to,” he shrugged. “This meatsuit’s a Beta.”

“You’re missing out,” Dean chuckled. “All she needs is a little push and she’ll be begging.”

“Seems like a waste of time.”

The younger man growled. “I thought we were here to have fun.”

“We are,” Crowley confirmed hesitantly. “I just thought it was a little more damning of little old ladies and less chasing tail.”

Dean snorted, rolling his eyes. “Whatever floats your boat. We should get rid of Taggart. He’s gonna start stinking up the joint.”

She’d been mistaken in thinking getting away from Father Winchester would slow her predicament. If anything, by the time she arrived home, the heat was getting stronger. Her mother parked the car and ushered her out, ordering her to her room to rest while promising noodle soup.

Usually, she’d sleep through most of a heat, ensconced in her personal space, and it would be over within three or four days. Even at her age and unmated, she managed them easily, but this one was early, way off her regular cycle. It felt stronger too, crippling her in hours, and by the time her mom brought her soup, she was at the point of begging for unconsciousness. Judith was concerned - Y/N dismissed it, assuring her mother she only needed rest and sending her away.

Every time she closed her eyes, Dean’s face, his scent, tormented her.

Monday didn’t bring any improvement. She strayed from her nest only to use the bathroom, snacking on comfort foods and watching shows when she wasn’t sleeping. Her mom checked in before she went out, and while she was gone, Y/N used the private time to take the edge off, cursing herself when she imagined Dean being the one to satisfy her.

She fell short of satisfying herself, only succeeding making the longing worse.

On Tuesday, her mom was home, and expressed a desire to call the doctor, but Y/N waved her off again. Her fever was beginning to break, she just had to ride it out.

In the afternoon, someone knocked at the door, the noise disturbing her sleep. She laid in her bed, listening as her mother greeted whoever it was, and for a moment, the low voice that answered didn’t register. When she realized who it was, she bolted upright, staring at the door in horror as she heard them coming up the stairs.

Her mother knocked at her door seconds later, and Y/N snatched the covers, pulling them up to her chin. The door opened without her consent - nothing unusual for Judith - and she stepped in alone, even though Y/N could smell Dean just outside in the hall.

“Y/N,” she murmured, “Father Winchester has come to check in on you.”

“I’m fine, Mom,” Y/N grunted back. “I’d rather not -”

“Nonsense,” she insisted. “Maybe prayer will help take your mind off of it.”

The utter disregard the older woman suddenly had was alarming, but Y/N didn’t have a chance to question it as Father Winchester entered, smirking at her. Judith smiled, glancing over at her daughter as she wilted in the bed.

“I’ve got to run into town. Will you two be okay?” Judith asked, ignoring the horror on Y/N’s face.

“I’m sure I can assist Y/N with whatever she needs,” Dean drawled, still grinning, eyes locked on her. It didn’t appear that Judith caught his double meaning at all, as she quickly retreated, leaving her Omega daughter to the Alpha’s mercy. He waited until he heard her reach the bottom of the stairs, then he pushed the door almost closed, licking his lips. “Mmm,” he exhaled, “I can taste you in the air, pretty thing.”

“I could shout,” she threatened quietly. “Mom will -”

“Go ahead,” he dared. “But I already know, you won’t. Because you’ve been thinking about me for three days.”

Her cheeks flushed with fresh heat but she held his gaze in defiance. He tucked his tongue behind his teeth, his expression mocking her, and she scowled, hating the fact that he was having an effect on her.

Downstairs, the front door shut, leaving them alone.

Dean moved closer, lowering himself onto the bed by her thighs. He didn’t touch her, but his proximity was enough to make her tense, the desire in her belly growing stronger with every whiff of his scent. “Don’t worry,” he soothed, lifting his chin. “I won’t touch you unless you ask nicely.”

She ground her teeth together. That same tiny part of her that had sprung up back at the rectory, the Judas in her soul that made her quiver at just his voice; it was screaming now, pleading with her to give in. Keeping her mouth shut, she focused on remaining still, unreactive to his presence.

“Ooo, hard to get, huh?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Your scent betrays what you’re craving, baby. I bet you’ve cum half a dozen times on those useless plastic knots.” He looked around the room, obviously looking for evidence. “Where do you hide them?”

Y/N kept her eyes on him, unwilling to give away her secret.

“Gotta be somewhere mommy won’t find,” he continued, getting to his feet again. “She’s so nice. I doubt she knows what a little cockslut her daughter truly is.”

Her stomach clenched, and she looked down at her knees underneath the quilt. Dean laughed again, wandering over to her dresser. He smoothed one long hand along the top of it, glancing back at her in amusement.

“No, not in here, too obvious,” he mused aloud, scanning the room. Spying her closet, he strode over to it, opening the doors. He inspected it without touching anything, looking back at her again to check her reaction. She continued to keep her eyes down, chewing her lip to silence herself. “Not even gonna give me a hint?”

The rise he wanted wasn’t forthcoming though he didn’t seem bothered by her refusal to play his game. He stalked closer, trying to get her to look at him. She kept her head down, resisting, but when his knee hit the bed, she couldn’t stop her eyes darting towards where her shoebox lay.

Dropping to one knee, he reached under the bed, finding the only thing that was under there. He pulled the box out, glancing up to see her shameful expression, and he knew he had his prize.

“Let’s see,” he hummed, tugging the lid off.

Y/N only owned two toys, a vibrating wand and a dildo. Dean went for the dildo first, holding it up in scrutiny as she tried to will her bed to swallow her whole.

“Oh, baby. You’re in for a treat.” He clicked his tongue, smirking at her. “This is tiny.” It hit the floor with a thud that made her flinch. “But this one might be useful.” He dropped the shoebox, throwing the wand onto the bed; it landed between her knees. “Which one do you like best?”

She hesitated. He waited patiently, staring at her, and she shivered, letting the covers fall to her shoulders. “I-if I tell you… you won’t hurt me, right?”

A frown dampened his smile. “Do you think I’m going to hurt you, Omega?”

The use of the title made her shiver again. Her whole body ached, the arousal becoming unbearable and only enhanced by the scent of a potent Alpha so close. “I don’t know,” she confessed.

“I told you - I won’t touch you until you ask me to,” he repeated.

“Th-the wand,” she rushed out, and his smile returned. “The kn - the other one feels too fake.”

He chuckled, tilting his head a little. “Tell me the truth, princess,” he moved closer, sitting on the bed again, this time on the opposite side, “have you ever taken a real Alpha knot in that sweet little cunt of yours?”

She couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped. “Yes,” she whispered. “Once.”

“Lemme guess,” he mused, tapping his chin with one finger. “Highschool sweetheart. Thought he was the one, only for him to pop your cherry and leave you high and dry, right?” Her gaze dropped, and he took it for confirmation, laughing lightly. “Oh, darlin’, I’m gonna blow your mind when I get inside you.”

His words were so crude, so unbecoming of a priest. No one had ever spoken to her like that and she was ashamed to find his filthy expressions arousing. “Y-you said you wouldn’t force me.”

“I won’t,” he assured her. “I told you, you’ll beg me for it.”

Faking bravado, she lifted her chin, staring at him. “How do you know?”

“Because you’ve got my scent now,” he breathed, “Omega.” She shuddered, unable to suppress it, and fresh warmth invaded the space between her thighs. “See? Just my voice makes your pussy clench, doesn’t it? How many times have you imagined me fucking you to get off?” She whimpered, breaking eye contact. “Honesty, Y/N.”

“A lot,” she rasped truthfully, because she hadn’t counted.

He grinned triumphantly. “You wanna cum right now, don’t you?” She nodded, clenching her hands in the covers. “Then pick up your little toy and make yourself cum.”

The idea of refusing floated in her mind but she was so aroused she could feel it soaking the sheets underneath her ass. Dean watched her, green eyes hungry as they fixed on her, and before she could contemplate what she was doing, she pulled one hand out from the quilt and grabbed the wand.

He sat back a little, hands in his lap. Swallowing hard, Y/N hid the wand under the covers, turning it on so he could hear it, sliding it between her thighs. It didn’t even occur to her to fake it, and when the vibrating head touched her clit through her thin panties, she whined loudly.

“That’s it,” he purred, rubbing his crotch through his black slacks. “Aren’t you warm under all that?”

Desire controlled her, overriding her common sense. She pushed the covers down, shifting so she was a little flatter before pressing the wand to her sex again. Dean was stroking himself through his pants now, watching her as she writhed against the stimulation.

“I think you’d cum quicker if you took your panties off,” he suggested.

She nodded, too lust-drunk to fight it anymore, and in a few seconds, her panties were off and across the room. Dean watched as she spread her legs, bringing the wand’s head to right where she needed it. The intense need in her core only got her to the edge quicker, and she shuddered through an orgasm under the priest’s stare, feeling shameful as the pleasure subsided.

“Did that feel good?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whimpered, legs still twitching as she pulled the wand away and turned it off. Her cunt clenched around nothing, and she squirmed, desperate to feel more friction. Dean’s gaze dropped to her slick pussy, and he bit his lip, obviously restraining himself. The realization dawned on her that she didn’t want him to show control… she wanted him to touch her. “Please,” she forced out, chest heaving and breath coming in short pants. “Touch me.”

His lips curled into a sly smile and he chuckled. “Told you so,” he murmured, reaching out to slide his hand over her knee and up her bare thigh. “But you need to be specific. Where should I touch you, Y/N?”

“M-my,” she hesitated, feeling the warmth of his hand so close to where she wanted it, “my pussy.”

He grinned. “You learn quick,” he muttered, finally cupping her sex with his hand. She groaned, unwittingly canting her hips into his palm. “Oh, you’re so wet and warm, little Omega.” A finger dipped inside her, making her mewl pitifully, but he only laughed, teasing her with a little more of it. “Tell me what you want now.”

“I want -” She stopped, licking her lips as her breathing got heavier. “I want you to make me cum.”

“Like this?” He thrust his finger into her up to the knuckle, and she cried out, clutching the sheets underneath her. “So tight too,” he groaned. “You’re going to burn me alive.”

She twisted, nodding desperately. “P-please, more.”

He fucked the single digit into her, letting her body adjust before he penetrated her with the second. Her voice became hoarse, and her cunt throbbed around him, slicking every stroke as he opened her up. His wrist twisted, allowing him to press his thumb to her clit, and her whole body trembled.

“Just opening up for me,” he praised, looking down at her hungrily as he kept his fingers moving at a steady pace. “I bet you’ll gush all over my hand, won’t you, dirty little whore Omega? Look at you, all ready to beg for what you really want.” She moaned and nodded, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts. “Wonder how hard you’ll cum with my knot stretching that perfect little cunt out? You wanna feel my seed in your belly?”

It was too much. With a hoarse shout, she came, clenching hard around his fingers as he held them deep, his thumb continuing to work at her clit until she was dripping down his wrist. She was crying with pleasure, unable to vocalize anything as she shuddered from head to toe, and when Dean pulled his hand away, her legs collapsed, leaving her in a messy heap, eyes closed and chest heaving.

She could hear him lick his fingers clean.

“What do you want now, Y/N?” he taunted, leaning over her. She whimpered, opening her eyes to look up at him.

“Want your knot, Alpha,” she keened, reaching for him.

He tisked, pulling away before she could touch him. “That’s not good enough,” he chided, shaking his head and smirking at her. “If you want it that bad, you’ll come and get it.”

“Wait,” she mumbled, pushing up onto weak arms as he walked around the bed. “Where are you going?”

“Not far,” he replied mockingly, pausing at the door. “Like I said, if you want it that bad…” He trailed off and shrugged, disappearing out of the door. Y/N scrambled to follow, reaching the doorway with only her t-shirt on, but as she stepped out into the hall, it was empty. Father Winchester was gone.

She stared, pouting at nothing. Had she imagined it in some sort of heat fever? No, she could smell him, feeling his lingering touch in her most intimate places - how could he leave her like that? He’d watched her get herself off, made her cum with the briefest of touches, and then he just… vanished?

With her climax, her heat was given a brief reprieve, and her judgment became a little less clouded. She knew what Father Winchester - Dean - was doing. It was immoral and wrong and why was she still craving him? She should have been disgusted with herself, she should have thrown him out, she should have -

But she hadn’t. She’d let him make her cum and she’d enjoyed every second of it.

Shame washed over her. She retreated back to her room, covering her face with her hands as she made a frustrated noise. All she could think about was him, all she wanted was him. It felt like he’d cursed her, when all he’d really done was talk dirty, and she’d broken like a twig.

Maybe she should let his superior know what he was doing. She was fairly certain priests weren’t supposed to seduce their parishioners, especially not with the ferocity Dean displayed. Except… except then he might be made to stop, and that tiny part of her from before was getting bigger and louder by the minute.

She dressed quickly, repeating the same cycle of thoughts in her head. They weren’t really doing anything wrong. He wasn’t the celibate kind of priest, and she was a single unmated Omega. Their only sin was sex before marriage, which she’d never exactly been big on, judging by the three guys she’d actually slept with in college.

By the time she was dressed, she almost had herself convinced. At the bottom of the stairs, she grabbed her coat and keys, pleased her mother hadn’t taken the car. When she opened the front door, she knew what she was going to do, and she was at peace with it.

The church was quiet when she pulled up, the windows sparkling in the afternoon sun. Y/N sat in her car, nibbling at her finger as she watched the door, concerned someone would see her. There didn’t seem to be any sign of life, so she climbed out, taking careful steps up to the door to try the handle. She wasn’t surprised when it opened, and she slipped inside, closing it behind her.

Inside was empty. At the far end by the altar, candles burned, and the smell of frankincense hung in the air. Moving forward, she listened out for anyone lurking, slowly heading for the front pews.

The door clicked loudly behind her. She turned, seeing Dean with his hand on the lock, and he turned his head, lips curled in another filthy smirk. His eyes were dark, almost black, she thought, but when she blinked they were normal. Dismissing it as a trick of the light, she turned to face him, unconsciously holding a breath.

“Well, well,” he chuckled, swiping a thumb across his full lower lip. “You didn’t waste any time.” He strolled towards her, bumping his hand off of each pew as he went. “It’s barely been an hour.”

She bit her lip, watching him draw closer. There was weakness in her knees, and her heart pounded in her chest so hard, she thought it might burst. Dean chuckled, slowing to a stop just within reach.

“Father Winchester,” she whispered, trying not to sink to her knees. He bared his teeth and she swallowed. “Dean.”

“Try again.”

A shuddering breath left her lips. “Alpha.”

He hummed, reaching out to grasp her chin in his fingers. “Yes?”

She knew what he wanted, what she had to say in order to get what she wanted, what her body was craving like an addict. Still, she struggled to get the words out, unused to expressing her sexual needs aloud. “I need... I need your knot,” she whimpered.

He tisked, releasing her. “Not good enough.”

Her legs gave out, and she dropped with a frustrated cry. “Please,” she wailed, “please, Alpha, I need it. Need you to knot me.” Dean groaned, palming his crotch, looking down at her hungrily. Y/N lifted her head, panting as she pleaded with him. “Need you to fuck me.”

His jaw hung half open as he tore at the buckle of his pants, pulling his half-hard cock free. Her eyes went wide at the sight of him, watching as his erection thickened and filled out, the bulge of his knot obvious at the base. “You’re learning,” he mumbled, stroking himself as he stepped closer. “Open up.”

She obeyed, kneeling a little straighter as he offered himself to her, tapping the heavy crown against her bottom lip.

“Wider.”

Her jaw ached already but she did as she was told, instinctively brushing her tongue across the weeping head. His taste was tangy on her tongue, and she swallowed it down, lifting one hand to touch him. He didn’t resist, watching with his chin tucked into his chest as she took the initiative and started to explore his shaft with her tongue.

“Keep going,” he murmured, stroking her face before cupping the side of her head. “That’s it. Good little cocksucker.”

She moaned around him, feeling her own body respond to what she was doing. Her pussy throbbed and her skin prickled with heat, and her movements became more enthusiastic, much to the Alpha’s delight.

“Take it deeper,” he instructed, and she complied, eager to please him. His cockhead nudged the back of her throat and she gagged, pulling away at the fear of throwing up. Dean stopped her going far, quickly tugging her back. “Keep trying,” he ordered. “You’ll get used to it.”

Cautiously, she opened her mouth again, feeling the weight of him on her tongue. He thrust forward a little, and she swallowed, concentrating hard to control her gag reflex. Dean moaned as she kept doing it, rocking his hips to keep up the pressure.

“Fuck, you got a sweet mouth,” he groaned. “But I bet your pussy feels even better.”

He pulled away without warning, and Y/N spluttered as she landed on her hands, gasping down air. Dean’s hand slipped around her upper arm, pulling her to her feet; she stumbled, grabbing onto him for stability. Without waiting, he tugged her toward the altar, roughly pushing her against it.

“A dress would have been better,” he commented, yanking her pants down to her ankles as she squeaked in alarm and grabbed the cloth-covered altar table. Two fingers quickly pressed against her sex, sinking into her without warning. She cried out, clutching the table, bending over without thinking. “Still so wet,” he muttered, fucking the two thick digits into her.

“Please,” she wailed, unable to take any more teasing.

“Impatient now,” he chuckled, pulling his fingers free. “Don’t worry, baby,” she heard his pants drop as the heavy belt buckle hit the floor, “gonna make you feel all better.”

He pressed in behind her, letting her feel the weight of his cock as he slid between her thighs. Holding it against her pussy, he reached around for her throat, pulling her up straight.

“Look up,” he commanded quietly. She obeyed, lifting her eyes to the wooden crucifix above them, the carved image of Christ staring back. “I want you to look at Him while you’re taking my knot.”

He pushed into her, and she cried out, digging her fingernails into her table underneath her, struggling to keep her gaze where he wanted it. His thick shaft settled deep in her warmth, creating a pressure in her belly that threatened to overwhelm her.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his grip on her throat loosening for a second. “Just as good as I imagined.”

Y/N whimpered, fighting to keep her head up as Dean started to fuck her with slow, purposeful strokes. Her hips dug into the altar with every thrust, and his hand kept a steady grip on her throat, forcing her to look into the eyes of the crucified messiah as he defiled her.

It felt too good to care.

Her first climax came quickly, and her cries bounced off of the stained glass windows, echoing around the old building. Dean didn’t slow or stop, grunting in time with the slap of his skin on hers. His other hand grabbed her breast through her shirt, squeezing without a care for how rough he was being but her only noises were of pleasure. She was getting off on the way he used her, the bruises he was bound to leave on her skin.

“You really are a sinner,” he groaned, feeling her pussy clench around him again. His hand dropped to her belly, the fingers at her throat forcing her up a little straighter. “Bet you’re ripe right now,” he murmured, close to her ear. “That empty little womb just begging to be filled.”

The thought of what he was suggesting shouldn’t have made her wetter, shouldn’t have had any effect on her at all, but she would be lying if it didn’t. Her whole body shuddered at the depravity of even thinking about carrying his spawn, and she let her eyes roll back and fall shut. Dean chuckled, slowing just a little to watch her slick cunt swallow him over and over.

“I’m gonna knot you,” he panted, palming her ass, releasing her throat as he kicked her feet apart a little wider. Her belly and breasts came flush with the altar, and he hummed when his cock stabbed a little deeper. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you’re so ready to be filled up.” Y/N whined, pushing up onto tiptoes to stop from slipping. “I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

His hips snapped into her with more force, punching a cry from her lips. He started to fuck her hard, hard enough that she knew she’d have physical marks from the wood colliding with her hip, if not from his fingers gripping her flesh tightly. She couldn’t hope to stop herself from screaming, cumming hard as she felt his knot beginning to swell.

“That’s it, Omega,” Dean growled, slapping her ass as she clenched around him. “Fucking cum on my knot.”

With one last thrust, his knot popped, thickening inside her as warm spurts of cum filled her belly. His teeth found her throat, and in the throes of pleasure, she didn’t resist, crying out as he broke the skin and left a permanent reminder of his touch. She slumped forward when he released her, gasping through the last of her orgasm, going limp as he finished. He groaned with a low chuckle, squeezing her ass again, enjoying the last few squeezes of her warm walls around his cock.

“Wanna hear a secret?” he murmured, pulling her up and holding her there, practically impaling her on his knot. His lips brushed the shell of her ear and she shuddered, almost wheezing in his grip. “I’m no priest.”

Was he expecting her to be surprised? No priest acted the way he did.

“Then what are you?” she asked, expecting him to say anything but what came out of his mouth.

He chuckled. “I don’t think you’re ready for that, little Omega.”

How she had made it out of the church and home without anyone seeing her was a stroke of luck, and she managed to avoid her mother for the rest of the day. Her heat subsided quickly after her encounter with Dean, but she still wasn’t entirely satisfied. After their encounter, he’d disappeared without answering her questions, and every time she’d returned to the church later on in the week, there was no one there. The mark on her throat ached, and though it hadn’t been deep, she still kept it covered to avoid questions from anyone who might see it.

Shame kept her from attending church on the Sunday, having decided by that point that Dean had used her. She feigned a migraine, letting her mother take her car, and then she ate junk food in her room while watching reruns of old sitcoms on television. When her mom returned a few hours later, it was with surprising news.

“Father Taggart passed away,” Judith said after Y/N came down to see what had happened. “No one is sure what happened, only that the bishop is saying they didn’t send any replacement for Father Grayson, and no one knows what happened to Father Crowley or Father Winchester.”

“That’s strange,” Y/N mumbled, recalling Dean’s words while he’d been buried inside her. The majority of her soul was in pain at the abandonment of an Alpha - again - and that this time, he’d left something of himself inside her.

“Oh, and did I mention?” her mother continued. “Mrs. Whiting was found dead two days ago. Another mystery. Her husband is still missing.”

Judith carried on, musing over all the gossip she’d heard today, and Y/N tuned it out, trying not to pay any attention to the emotions crushing her chest. She should have been more careful, should have been wary of the handsome Alpha - she definitely shouldn’t have offered herself up to him like a brazen hussy.

She had to keep her involvement with him quiet. The last thing she wanted was attention from the police. It was easier to keep her head down and carry on, deal with her own stupidity and not let herself be fooled again.

When a few days passed, she let it sink in. A night of crying to the most tear-jerking movies she could think of, and she felt a little better. She kept going, and days turned into weeks, and Dean was a brief thought that flitted through her mind occasionally. His mark faded to an easily-disguisable scar, and she continued on with how her life had been before, ignoring the longing for excitement that he had brought her. The only change was church, despite her mother’s protests.

She never expected to see him again but she wasn’t sure she could walk back into the place where she’d let him own every part of her.

It was almost a relief when her period came. His comments about her fertility had lingered in her mind, burrowing deep until she was in a panic. But her cycle continued as it had before, and she thought she could finally forget him entirely.

She didn’t notice the black car parked along the street, didn’t recognize it at all, though she’d seen it before. She didn’t even pay attention when she saw it outside her office, or at the grocery store. It was only when she walked past it for the sixth time outside the pharmacy, and the door opened, that she finally saw who it was.

Dean stared at her over the top of the Impala, and Y/N froze on the sidewalk, feeling like time had slowed down. He smiled awkwardly, unlike the predatory smirk from before, and she frowned, tilting her head at him.

“You’re back,” she blurted out.

“Kind of,” he replied haltingly.

It had been about six weeks. She was due her heat again. “What do you want?” she asked.

“To talk.” He sounded sincere at least. “To explain.” There was something in his voice, something that tugged her forward. “You’re my Omega, Y/N.”

She took a breath, knowing without even thinking about it that she’d listen. “What if I don’t want to talk?” she challenged. “What if I don’t want an Alpha?”

Dean smiled again, but once more she noticed the difference in him. “Is that true?”

“No,” she confessed quietly.

He gestured to the passenger door. “You wanna get in?”

It felt like opening that door would lead her somewhere, and not just into this man’s arms. Whatever he had to say, she felt like she needed to hear it, that this was not only the door to his car, but the door to her future. She looked up, smiling at the bright sunny sky, then dropped her gaze back to him.

“Yeah.”

Feedback is appreciated!! Thanks for reading 😘

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #demon!dean winchester #fanfic #fanfiction #spn #supernatural #blasphemy #a/b/o #alpha/beta/omega #alpha!Dean Winchester #omega!reader

600 notes · View notes

onlymingyus · 1 year

Text

Omega, Ours

pairing; choi seungcheol (scoups) x kwon soonyoung (hoshi), f reader

genre; smut, a/b/o au

warnings; alpha!cheol, beta!reader, omega!hoshi, poly relationship, heat, fingering (anal and vaginal), pegging, anal, mlm (it's very heavy in this one), oral (m receiving), scratching, biting, scenting, cum eating, slick eating, mommy/daddy kink, pet names, mentions of aftercare, mid care?, multiple orgasms, i am probably missing something

w/c; 4.7k and some change

requested; no

a/n; this fic is posted in full on Ao3. this is my first ABO, you don't have to read it but for those who enjoy the genre and want to there will be an excerpt below and the link. i do hope you enjoy my take on it. no tag list as this isn't posted here in full.

His breath comes out thick, his own scent of oranges and honey filling his nose as Soonyoung wakes up for the second time today. He had told you and Seungcheol both that he wasn’t feeling well before either of you had left for the day, but now he understood why.

Sweat was causing his clothes to stick to his body uncomfortably and slick made his underwear even more unbearable. Groaning, Soonyoung turns over on the bed, his hands already pulling for blankets to start making his nest. He knew there were other things he needed to do but his Omega was crying out for comfort and the scents infused into those blankets were the closest thing he could get to his Alpha and Beta for the moment.

You hadn’t gone far only needing to run a few errands when your phone vibrated in your pocket making you move some bags to one arm in order to take it out to see who was calling you. Seeing Soonyoung’s face on your screen brought a smile to your face but also some concern to your mind because you knew he hadn’t been feeling well. Lifting the phone to your ear as you balance the bags on your hip you start to speak when you hear his pitiful whines sending a wave of panic through your body.

“Oh…Soonyoung.”

Your voice was enough to make Soonyoung’s eyes water as he pulled more of the clothes from the hamper in your shared bedroom dragging them to the bed. His own clothes were long discarded in order to try to give him some relief from his rising temperature and his painfully hard cock.

“Need…need you. Need Cheol.”

Finish reading the rest HERE

#hoshi smut #scoups smut #seventeen smut #ao3 #a/b/o #svt smut #soonyoung smut #seungcheol smut #seventeen mlm

350 notes · View notes

staytinyville · 8 months

Text

✨✨

About Me

23 / ENFJ

Writer / Craftist / Music Enthusiast /

ATEEZ / Stray Kids / Seventeen / BTS / MAMAMOO / TXT / KARD

Naruto / Black Clover / Demon Slayer / Tokyo Revengers / Jujutsu Kaisen / Hikyuu / Attack on Titan / My Hero Academia

Ko-Fi : kkallyya

✨✨

Welcome to my main Masterlist!

This is where you can find any and all of fan fictions. They range from all kinds of fandoms. I even have a few more in the works! These are my most popular ones so far. Some are complete and some are still on-going. Be sure to give them well deserved likes!

NSFW will be posted here as well. They will be labeled. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Please be mindful. It is appreciated.

Request: Open

I am taking requests should you want one. My requests are currently open! I am open to a large number of fandoms and if I have no clue what it is you are in I will either try my best to write the story you want or just tell you I am not in said fandom.

Please keep in mind that I write either OC or reader stories. If you want to see your OC in the story feel free to tell me all about them! I love hearing them. If not you can request xreader.

Permanent Taglist Request

✨✨

FICS

OUTLAW

ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader (ongoing) ✨ Wild west!au , non-idol!au

Stay Alive

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader (ongoing) ✨ magical creatures!au , non-idol!au

1K Followers / Tarot Card Event

Stray Kids, ATEEZ, Together x Tomorrow x Readers ✨ For my 1k followers event! , all kinds of AUs, smut, fluff, angst, Tarot Card reading along with a story!

2K Followers / Disney Prince Event

ATEEZ ✨ For my 2k followers event!, Disney Princess stories retold by me, fluff mostly, different AUs, plot twists,

IMAGINES

The Thoughts of a Lover ✨ (Yungi Soulmate!AU) NSFW (mdni), soulamte au, mxm,

This Isn’t Grey’s Anatomy’s ✨ (Seungmin x Reader) NSFW (mdni), idol!au , hospital!au ,

Greed ✨ (ATEEZ OT8 x Reader) NSFW (mdni) fallen angel!au, church!au, Secret Santa Event, non-idol!au,

Kiss A Girl ✨ (Bang Chan x Reader) Idol!au, foreigner!reader

Who's Your Daddy? ✨ (Yunho x Reader) NSFW (mdni), Idol!au, Give Me Some Sugar Event,

BDE ✨ (WooSanSang) NSFW (mdni), idol!au, background Poly ATEEZ!au, foursome,

Twin Flames✨ (Seonghwa x Reader) Vampire!Seognhwa, Original Story, Secret Admirer Event, Witch!Reader

Affiliated Networks

@cultofdionysusnet ✨ Specializes in: ATEEZ, TXT, Stray Kids

@pirateeznet ✨ Specializes in: ATEEZ

@wonderlandnet ✨ Specializes in: ATEEZ

@cromernet ✨ Specializes in: ATEEZ

@skzstarnet ✨ Specializes in: Stray Kids

@k-vanity ✨ Specializes in: K-pop Groups

@monsterfvckersunited ✨ Specializes in: Monster K-pop Stories

@k-labels ✨ Specializes in: K-pop Groups

Righteous

Reiner Braun x Reader ✨ Soulmate!au , Season 4 : Episode 3 spoilers, short story

Wattpad Link

IMAGINES

Gaara x Gn!Reader ✨ Gaara thinks about a family now that he has Shinki

Tomioka Giyuu x Ubayashiki!Reader ✨ alpha/beta/omega!au ,

112 notes · View notes

bangtanwritershq · 5 months

Text

BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “Golden Works of Art" Masterlist

For November 2023, we assembled a masterlist collection of fics to showcase the number 7 for Bangtan and Jeon Jungkook, and the release of Golden, Jungkook’s first album! There are many different AUs, genres, and pairings featured! So, if you're in the mood for all things SEVEN & GOLDEN, this masterlist is for you! Note: All fics are OVER 7k in length, and many feature Jungkook as their focal point but are not limited to being Jungkook-centric

Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

🔞💖⚠️ Promises, Promises (Ao3) | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Jimin x Jeongguk AU Type: Mail Order Husband, S2L | fluff, angst, mild smut Rating: MA WC: 11,280

🔞💖⚠️ Make You Mine | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader AU Type: A/B/O, E2L | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 11,231

🔞💖⚠️ Lights, Camera, Action | @colormepurplex2 [3/3] Pairing: Actor!Jungkook x Artist!Reader (ft. Director!Namjoon x Artist!Reader) AU Type: Poly/3way Relationship, Coworkers/Strangers to Lovers | smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 22,484

🔞💖⚠️ Slow and Steady | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x female reader/Jungkook x female OC AU Type: Art | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 7,137

🔞💖⚠️ Mirrors: What Becomes of Us | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader AU Type: Friends w/Benefits to Lovers | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 8,454

🔞💖⚠️ In Motion | @yoonia [14/14] Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader AU Type: Sex Club | smut Rating: MA WC: 175,587

🔞💖⚠️ Song of You | @bethschamberoftales [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: 1930-40s Romance | smut, angst, fluff Rating: MA WC: 8k

🔞💖⚠️ Let Me Heal You | @bethschamberoftales [1/1] Pairing: ex!bf Jungkook x reader x lawyer! Taehyung AU Type: Coming of Age, Infidelity, Crime, Thriller | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 26k

🔞💖⚠️ I Put A Spell On You | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Demon!Jimin x Witch!f.Reader x Vampire!Jungkook AU Type: Demon/Witch/Vampire Halloween | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 9,257

🔞💖⚠️ Chasing Shadows | @colormepurplex2 [4/4] Pairing: Sherlock!Jungkook x Journalist!f.Reader AU Type: Modern Day Sherlock Holmes | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 21,511

🔞💖⚠️ Flowers of Fate | @colormepurplex2 [4/4] Pairing: UnseeliePrince!Yoongi x Human!f.Reader (ft. x UnseelieGuard!Jungkook x SeeliePrince!Jimin x WoodNymph!Namjoon) AU Type: Strangers to Bonded Mates | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 56,072

🔞💖⚠️ On Wings of Mist & Memories | @colormepurplex2 [3/3] Pairing: DragonRider!Jungkook x FieldScribe!f.Reader AU Type: Enemies to Lovers, Exiled Royalty, Fantasy | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 39,753

🔞💖⚠️ Seeds | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Persephone!Yoongi x Hades!Hoseok AU Type: Modern Greek Mythology, Strangers to Lovers, Mafia | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 7,902

🔞💖⚠️ Lifeline | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Namjoon x Reader AU Type: First Responder | smut, light fluff Rating: MA WC: 7,157

🔞💖⚠️ The Agile Fox | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x OC (named female character) x Yoongi AU Type: Shifters, Werewolf | fluff, angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 51,966

🔞💖⚠️ Bad For You | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader AU Type: Stripper | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 11,340

🔞💖⚠️ To All The Men I’ve Fucked Before | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: tatbilb!au fake dating!au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 30,586

🔞💖 Laundry Love | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: s2l, non-idol au | smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 9,983

🔞💖⚠️ Bangtan Scouts | @hisunshiine [20/20] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: sailor moon au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 48,937

🔞💖⚠️ College Nights, Diner Fights | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: e2l, diner au, college au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 9,841

🔞💖⚠️ Seven Days | @hisunshiine [7/7] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: f2l au, fwb au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 34,607

All stories copywritten of the specified author. The authors provided consent for their stories to the network to be shared by submitting their stories. Stories posted in the order of submission to the event.

76 notes · View notes

gglitch1dd · 1 year

Text

The Affair Masterlist

Context: What do you do when your husband cheats on you with your Head Alphas Omega? You marry the Head Alpha of course? What's better than revenge served with a wedding ring and an ultrasound photo?

Essentially: Reader and Izuku are married. Eijiro is married to Katsuki. Katsuki cheats with Izuku. Reader marries Eijiro. Simple. Main Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT, infidelity, angst, OMEGAVERSE, sex with feelings, divorce, step-parenting and co-parenting, pregnancy, children.

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

AO3 LINK:

Tags: @h0n3y-l3m0n05

502 notes · View notes

badbatchsprincess · 24 days

Text

Heated - pt.2

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 ~ Pt.6 ~ Pt.7 ~ Pt.8 ~ Pt.9

Masterlist

Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.

Warnings! Non-canon violence, not sure if this counts as pollen trope but hunter is a little feral, knife violence, blood, gore, substance abuse, hinting at but not committed non-con

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

You were barking out orders the moment your feet hit the tarmac. Droids scattered everywhere, scrambling to gather all the supplies you needed for immediate deployment. Realizing you were nearly out of everything (you didn’t know it was possible for five men to go through so much bacta gel), you knew you had to restock. Working with a special forces unit, you knew no one was going to question or stop you. You rested a hand on your hip while scrolling through the last of your checklist on the datapad.

“Pip!” Tech’s voice rang out across the filling tarmac. “I've got your things!” He strutted up to you, holding your duffle bag with all your belongings.

“Thanks, Tech,” you smiled and took it from him before unzipping it to fill it with more supplies.

“I tried my hardest to find that face cream you like, but the labels were very confusing, so I just put both of them in there,” he rattled on, clearly distressed he couldn’t decipher them. You giggled, “It’s alright, Tech. Thank you.” He visibly calmed, knowing he hadn’t failed you.

“Where are we going?” you asked, shoving more feminine products into your bag from the surplus bins.

He pushed up his goggles, looking at his datapad. “I believe we're heading to a star system called the Crait system in the Outer Rim Territories. It’s a mining planet. Hunter didn’t say what the mission objective is.”

You hummed and zipped up your bag before slinging it over your shoulder.

“So much for shore leave, huh?” you joked.

He just huffed and followed you out of the rows of medical surplus supplies.

“I wanted to apologize for earlier,” he sounded uncomfortable. You knew expressing his feelings was difficult for Tech.

“It’s alright, Tech,” you felt your cheeks heat up.

“No, I mean I just didn’t understand what was so embarrassing about mentioning Commander Wolffe’s obvious interest in you,” he rattled on, “But after discussing the implications with Hunter and the others, I think now I understand why that was making you uncomfortable.”

You just stood there, chewing on your lip, praying he’d be done soon.

“Though I understand it to be factual that an alpha male would find you attractive. You are, in fact, a prestigious example of an omega female, and judging by the fact that all of our implants are due for replacement, the urge to mate grows stronger by the day, especially in the presence of such an omega.”

You waved your hands, “Okay. Okay!” You forced out a chuckle, “I accept your apology. But please stop making me think about the Commander.”

He quirked his head, scenting your discomfort.

You just sighed and linked your arm with his while making your way back to the Marauder. He was unsure what to do with this sudden physical contact. He swallowed thickly, feeling his heart race.

"It wasn't just about Wolffe," you whispered in his ear, hoping Hunter wouldn't hear, "I was also embarrassed because talking about my sex life in front of my commanding officer is very awkward."

"Ahh, I see," he nodded, understanding.

"You want things to remain professional," he added.

You nodded and patted his arm, "Exactly."

"That makes sense," he concluded.

You physically relaxed, knowing he finally understood. For someone so intelligent, sometimes the point hits him right in the face before he sees it, and even then… It made you laugh, especially when he didn't understand some of Crosshair's innuendos or dirty jokes.

When you finally approached the Marauder with your parade of droids behind you carrying your supplies, Echo waved his scomp arm at you two before you broke away from Tech to finish up your job. Wrecker popped his head outside, asking if you needed help carrying everything inside, which you gladly took him up on his offer.

"I gotta go change!" you announced, tossing your bag back into your bunk before fishing out a fresh uniform. You stalked to the back of the ship, sliding open the fresher door. You locked it behind you and began to strip. Pulling off your civilian clothing, you folded it neatly before shimmying into the medic uniform. The white tunic just ended past your bum and secured nicely with a belt around your waist. You then slid on the white leggings and black combat field boots on top. You laced them tightly before standing. You looked at yourself in the mirror, giving yourself a once-over before leaving the fresher.

The others were just finishing up the final refueling when you left the fresher. You wished you could have washed away the remaining alpha stench, but such luxuries were forgotten when you received the orders to leave again.

Brushing past Crosshair on the way out, you slid past him, making your way to the storage bins. Wrecker had dropped off your restock, and you made haste putting everything in its correct location before stowing and locking the compartments. You also took the time to restock your personal pouch along with the field bag that everyone seemed to use.

"Everything set to go?" Hunter asked as he settled into his seat behind Tech's Pilot chair.

Tech confirmed, "We can begin the crosscheck now."

Hunter nodded to Echo, who made sure all of the airlocks were functioning and the life support was in optimal health. You clambered back to your jump seat and buckled in.

Before you knew it, the Marauder was up in the air, climbing altitude quickly before passing through the atmosphere and reaching cruising speeds. Crosshair returned to the main cabin with firepuncher in hand, along with his cleaning kit. He sat down at the table and began taking his precious rifle apart.

You unbuckled from your seat and slumped down slightly getting comfortable.

”So, what are we doing now?" Echo asked, peering up from the copilot's seat.

Hunter stepped forward, pressing the cylinder drive into the ship's console. In front of you all, a holomap of the Crait system appeared. Hunter zoomed in on the planet the system was named after and specifically honed in on a particular part of the glowing orb.

"Apparently, we're to investigate a missing research party." He zoomed in on one of the mountain ranges on the stark planet. "They disappeared two rotations ago."

"What were they doing on Crait?" Tech asked.

"That was classified," Hunter groused. "It probably had to do with mineral deposits. That seems to be the only thing of value in this system.”

You stared at the projection of the planet, feeling your stomach churn a bit. Something didn’t seem right; it wasn’t common to hear about research parties going missing. Commando groups like your own, sure, it was part of the job, but scientists? There must be more to this, clearly. The Jedi deemed it classified. You shook your head. General Skywalker would have never settled for such little information.

"And we’re just supposed to do what exactly?" Crosshair raised a brow. "Look for a bunch of lab rats?"

"They wouldn’t send us if it was just looking for scientists," Echo crossed his arms. "They’re not telling us for a reason."

Hunter nodded in agreement. "We’ll be there at 0700 hours. Prepare for the extreme. We have no idea what we’re walking into. Get some rest. We’re going to need it." Hunter walked over to the extra weaponry cabinet and grabbed a pistol.

He walked over to you and held it out to you, "I know!"

You raised a brow.

"I know you don’t like blasters," he sighed and held up a handful of leather straps. "But I don’t know what’s out there."

"Does she even know how to use one of those?" Crosshair paused cleaning fire puncher.

For once, you agreed with the sniper. "Sarge, I’ve never received training. I’m much better with my injectors and bandages."

"For me?" He pleaded with you. You could see how worried he was. "Please."

You sighed and relented. He knelt down, straightening out the leathers before holding them open for you to step into. He pulled them up until they were snug around your thigh. He looped the top strap into your uniform belt and settled the blaster into the holster.

"Aren’t you just going to tell me to stay on the ship anyway?" You reasoned.

"Yes," he retorted, "but if something happens, I don’t want you totally helpless."

"What are you expecting to even happen out there?" You were getting worried now.

He stood up and put a hand on your shoulder, trying to calm you. "I’ve heard stories about the Crait system. We all did when we were trainees." He let go of you. You looked at your shoulder briefly; this was the most the Sergeant had ever touched you. "I’m hoping they’re just stories. But I would never forgive myself if something happened to our own."

You just nodded and decided to leave it there. You were in no mood for ghost stories. You just looked at Crosshair who shook his head skeptically before returning to his work.

You decided to let them come up with their plans while you went to sleep while you still could. Kicking off your boots, you settled into your freshly cleaned bunk. Gonky waddled past leaving you in relative silence. The blaster on your hip felt heavy and cold. You sighed, knowing Hunter was just being a good Sergeant and an Alpha. He was a protective one; you realized that was in his nature.

Taking a deep breath, you tried your best to relax into the cot, pulling your blanket up over you, leaning into the rumble of hyperspace. Feeling yourself doze off, you gave in and allowed yourself to sleep.

You must have been out for a while because when you woke, the boys were just finishing up their meals. You could smell it from the bunks. You sat up, rubbing your eyes, smearing makeup everywhere, but you didn’t care. You stretched and checked your data pad for the time. You only had about an hour and a half before reaching Crait. You stood up and in your socks, you scooted out of the bunks into the main cabin and plopped down at the table, still exhausted.

“Do you guys ever sleep?” You mumbled, pulling out the ready-made ration pack and placing it into the heating unit.

“Significantly less than natural-born humans,” Tech informed. “It’s part of our design to require less sleep.”

“Yeah but just because you require less doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.” You heard the ding and removed your pouch of food. “Sleep is nice.”

“That is true,” Tech replied.

Echo pushed his cup of caff in your direction with a smile. You gladly took it and shared a sip or two while you dug into your food.

Crosshair and Wrecker understood what you were saying. The two were slumped up against the sidewalls of the ship, having fallen asleep at some point doing whatever they were doing. Crosshair clutched firepuncher to his chest like a baby. You snickered. It was a little concerning how much he loved that thing.

“So, Y/N?” Tech began while scrolling through something interesting on his data pad.

“Yeah, Tech?” You chewed a mouthful. The beans and rice were delicious. This was your favorite ready-made in the supply kit.

“When was the last time you had a heat?”

You spit out your food and choked on the remaining bits still in your throat.

“Oh my maker.” Echo reached forwards, handing you a napkin and a cup of water.

That woke up the boys. Crosshair growled with displease.

“What the hell, Tech?” You screeched, sputtering to catch your breath.

He looked confused. “What? I didn’t mention the Commander nor is this pertaining to our earlier conversation about Hunter.”

Oh my maker. You could kill him.

“What about Hunter?” The Sargent poked his head out from the fresher.

“Nothing. You are not relevant to this question,” Tech replied, turning to you like nothing was wrong with asking a question like that.

“Why the hell do you want to know that?” You whisper-yelled.

“Well, I was thinking. You got your replacement suppressor implant earlier today and it made me think about how it’s recommended that an Omega has one breakthrough heat every six months per standard solar rotation time. And well, you’ve been with us for six months now. It would be putting you right in that window and I thought I should ask since none of us were able to get our replacement implants on such short notice.”

You blanched.

“First of all, I’m actually going on about two years without having a heat.” You then pointed a finger up in the air. “Second… I beg your finest pardon?”

“Pardon granted,” he nodded. “We have not received our replacement-”

“I heard you,” you snipped. Whirling around, you faced all the boys in the cabin now.

“Was no one going to tell me this?” You looked around at all of them. “I leave you alone one time. ONE time! And everything goes to shit? I’m literally trapped here with five Alphas and no one said anything?! For maker knows how long?!”

Wrecker looked scared. He’d never seen you yell, and he’s never smelled such sour distress rolling off of you in waves before. He fought every nerve in his body to scoop you up and squeeze you.

“It was a mistake, ad’ika.” Hunter stepped forwards.

“No! No. Don’t ad’ika me.” Your accent was terrible. You didn’t even know what it meant.

“No need for distress,” Tech cleared his throat. “We were given these.” He holds up a pill bottle. They all four of them pulled it out of their various pockets. “Suppressors.”

“We were scheduled for our implants in two rotations, this is all they could give us on such short notice.” Hunter used his soft voice with you, trying to give you some kind of solace.

“And how many did they give you?” You crossed your arms.

“Enough for three cycles,” Echo replied, putting the bottle away.

“You’ll be okay,” Hunter assured, “We all will be fine.”

You sighed and shook your head, grabbing your pouch of beans and your spork. “The second we get back to Coruscant I want you all in that medical bay or I swear to the maker I’ll cut you open and do it myself.”

Echo cringed.

“Sorry.” You waved at him. You knew he and Wrecker didn’t particularly like medical stuff. You also knew Wrecker tends to act like a raging bantha when there's any kind of injectables nearby.

“Did you say you were going on two years-” Tech chirped.

“Oh my maker, Tech! I’m banning you from talking about any of my medical history!” You wailed.

Crosshair chuckled from his seat, and you spun around to glare at him.

“But I-”

“No!” You pointed your spork at Tech. “You’re officially forbidden.”

You huffed and shoved a big spoonful of food into your mouth, determined to finish it before you touch down. You cannot believe that this is how your day has gone so far. From almost going home with Wolffe to now discussing your lack of anything in front of your team… and your Sergeant. You could have imploded. Luckily the others gave you some mercy and returned back to their tasks, letting you eat in silence.

But now that Tech had mentioned it, you started thinking about the boys. They too were recommended six-month ruts for performance reasons, and you knew that out of all of them, Crosshair was the only one, that you were aware of, had partaken. Actually, every time you’re on shore leave, he disappears for a week, coming back smelling like a different female. The others, however, you weren’t entirely sure, unless they were far better at hiding it.

You only had confirmation because Cross actually needed bacta for his back one time. She had clawed her way through his milky skin like a feral nexu. He had asked for help, surprisingly, one random morning.

“We’re on approach.” Echo spun around in the copilot seat, waiting for Tech to take his spot in docking the vessel.

You scrambled to chuck your wrapper in the trash and wash off your spork before putting it back in the drawer. The others got ready for descent, and you folded your legs up, watching the white planet come into view. The more you passed through the clouds, the more you realized it was a glittery white barren planet.

Crait.

Home to absolutely… nothing.

Upon descent, Tech brought the Marauder down on a flat plateau nestled next to a pretty large hillside. From your view through the cockpit, there was literally not a soul out there. No plants, no animals. It was a little jarring. What was Hunter so bent out of shape over?

Once Echo released the door to the Marauder, you were instantly hit with a bit of cool air. The air, however, had a strange scent to it.

Hunter immediately cringed, bringing his arm up to block his nose.

“It’s salt.” He coughed out struggling to adjust.

“Salt?” Wrecker stood up, pushing Tech out of the way before trotting down the steps. Upon putting his boot on the ground, there was a light crunch sound. He scrapped his boot, revealing a deep crimson rock underneath. What an odd planet.

“What are your orders, Sarge?” You asked, standing up to stretch.

He slid his helmet into place, relieved to have the air filters. “Echo and Y/N stay on board in case we need backup… or a quick pick up. The rest of you are with me. Let’s make this fast I want to get out of here as quick as possible.”

“I didn’t see anyone at the coordinate point when we landed. I think we should start there and hopefully Hunter can track them down.” Tech slid his helmet on. Crosshair and Wrecker were quick to suit up and follow them down the steps outside.

“Echo, can you close the door? It smells.” You asked politely. He was happy to oblige and seal the door, watching the four brothers stalk their way towards the coordinate points.

You stretched out in Tech’s chair, spinning around before settling on Echo.

He side-eyed you nervously.

“So…” You raised a brow. “You got any good gossip for me, domino?”

He sighed, knowing where this was going… He spun to face you and put his boots up on your armrest. “Naturally.”

You smiled wickedly.

~~~

"This has to be the weirdest planet I’ve ever been to," Wrecker couldn’t help but kick the salt around, watching the red appear.

“This planet is really messing with my head," Hunter said, bending down to place his hand on the surface. Instead of being able to single out little electro currents, he could feel the entire planet pulsing. It seemed to be drowning out everything else. He felt more blind than he ever had.

Crosshair peered down his scope, looking at the steep mountainside they were supposed to be scaling to get to the base camp.

“It has to be mining operations. I can’t seem to fathom what else it could have been," Tech looked around at the geography.

When they reached the foot of the hill, they looked up at the skinny crag they’d have to walk through, and Wrecker sighed. He hated heights. The four clones pressed their sides into the side of the mountain as they walked very carefully along the narrow path. Down below were nothing but red stalagmites jutting up from the earth. One slip and that would be a nasty fall. Wrecker just kept mumbling to himself to not look down as the inched closer to their destination.

“Anything?" Tech asked Hunter, who just gave him a defeated shake. Tech sighed. Hunter was usually the most valuable part of their expeditions.

“We should be arriving soon," Tech looked up from his tablet, noticing how the narrow walkway gave way to a massive cave-like structure tucked into the side of this vast canyon.

Inside this cave was a pristine Republic research vessel, along with a few tents set up with various tables filled with scientific research machinery. Everything was untouched, but abandoned. Hunter could tell by the smell of the food still sitting out on their plates it had been left alone for at least a day. The others filed in to start investigating the scene. Tech noticed that the footprints seemingly led deeper into the cave. He slid his infrared visor into place and began scanning the entrance to the tunnel.

~~~

“Oh my god, Echo!” You howled, watching his pale face light up pink. “You did WHAT with Fives?!”

“It was one time!” He justified and looked up at the ceiling. “We were young and had never even seen a human female before. She was also an omega and us clones had no clue how we’d even react in their presence.”

“Ahh!” You giggled. “Was it fun?”

He bit his lip. You shook your head with a playful look.

“Have you ever shared before?” He asked.

“Me?” You laughed earnestly. “No way. First of all, I'm too busy for one, let alone two.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” He nudged you with his boot.

“Oh my god, Echo.” You slapped his shin. “I didn’t know you rolled like that.”

“No one does,” He laughed. “Except the Domino Squad.”

“You were living a wild life before the 99s. I can’t believe you never told me that.” You giggled, standing up with your comm. It had been well over an hour and you hadn’t heard from the others.

You pressed your comm, “Hey boys, just checking in?” You waited a few moments before calling out to them again. “Must be the mountain range,” Echo pointed out.

“I’ll give it a few more minutes,” You settled back down in your seat.

He sat up a bit straighter now, looking at you directly with crossed arms. “Now tell me about Wolffe.”

He smiled devilishly.

~~~

“No lifeforms are coming up on my scanners,” Tech informed.

“I haven’t seen anything but salt,” Wrecker looked around, putting his hands on his hips.

“So what?” Crosshair drawled. “It’s not like they vanished. They had to have gone somewhere.”

As if on cue, Hunter heard the telltale sound of someone rustling coming from the cave. He didn’t think twice before taking off after the noise. He ignored his brothers’ protest and continued after the sound. The echo of crystals tinkering filled his senses, and he disappeared deeper into the cavern. He turned on his night vision as he stalked the sound.

“Hunter, wait!” Crosshair called after his brother, but Hunter was determined. He groaned watching the oldest of them trot off into the cave.

Hunter heard the sound off to his right this time; it was much closer. He zeroed in on a narrow passageway and slowly approached. A distinct smell filled his senses… Death.

Pulling his gun out, he rounded the corner to find a small woman curled up in a ball, covered in crimson dust. A beta from the look of it.

“Ma’am?” He asked, kneeling down and lowering his weapon. She was shaking and trying her hardest to hide from him. Looking around, he noticed that there were a couple of deceased members lying around the cavern in various positions.

“What happened?” He demanded, noticing how they all wore Republic uniforms, including the scared scientist. She just trembled in shock. Her blonde hair was mangled and her clothes were torn in some places.

Quickly, the others filed in behind Hunter, coming into view. The woman hissed in warning, and Hunter decided to back off a bit. She was definitely frightened.

“Ma’am, we’re with the Republic. They sent us to find you,” Hunter tried to assure her.

“The Republic,” She tested the words on her tongue. “They have to know!”

“Know what?” Tech asked inquisitively.

“They-they…” She looked around the cave like she was seeing things. Wrecker followed her gaze noticing she was seeing things that weren’t there.

Hunter realized she was probably traumatized, shell-shocked. He elected to try and coax her out of her sitting position. He reached up and unclipped his helmet, bringing it to his side in an effort to help calm her. When the woman finally looked back at him, she shrieked in pure horror before grabbing a handful of the dust below her and throwing it harshly in his face before scampering further into her hiding spot.

“Get away!” She was screaming at the void now.

Clearly, she was hallucinating.

Hunter sputtered and swiped at his eyes, trying to knock the powdery red off of him.

“You good?” Crosshair asked, helping knock the dirt off of him with a few slaps with his gloved hand.

“Argh,” He growled, feeling the particles sting his eyes and nose. It had an odd taste that was starting to take over his senses.

“Ma’am, you need to calm down,” Tech stepped forwards, holding a tranquilizer pen he stole from Y/N's pouch. She flailed when he injected her, but it quickly took effect. She slumped back down into the ground in a heap. Tech monitored her vitals as she slowly came back to something considered normal.

“I think his tattoo scared her,” Wrecker pointed out. Especially to someone on a deep trip like her, he probably looked like a monster.

Hunter decided to leave Tech and the others to sort out the survivor while he went outside to try and wash the dirt from his eyes.

Yanking off his bandana, he grabbed his canteen and leaned over to pour it over his face. He used his free hand to yank off his glove and rub at his skin and eyes.

“Kriff,” His heart was racing. He took a deep breath trying to dislodge it from his sinus’.

When he was certain he got it all, he closed up the canteen and wrung out his bandana. The world suddenly started to move strangely. Hunter tried standing up straight but the red rocks all round him started dancing with the wind. He wavered and clutched at his collar suddenly feeling restricted.

“Tech, something is wrong,” He muttered, but he was forced to slump down onto the abandoned research table.

Tech didn’t hear him.

Hunter’s skin started to crawl, and his sense of smell was starting to go into overdrive. He could smell everything. The beta women, the earth, the crystal critters lurking just out of view, Wrecker’s day-old blacks and sweat. He could smell the gun oil residue on Crosshair's fingertips and Tech’s hair gel…from under his helmet.

He was smelling things he knew he shouldn’t be, not from this distance.

He rolled over off the bench onto the floor on his hands and knees into the loose salt. Suddenly, he felt the Alpha in him take over control. His chest puffed up as he fought for control. He was being reverted back to basic instincts, and he knew his grip on reality was slipping and slipping fast. He was heaving, trying to keep some control but the panic was taking over.

“Cross!” He cried out, but he knew his brother couldn’t hear him.

~~~

You were flushed, admitting to Echo that you had actually thought about it. Like really considered going through your heat with the Commander, had you all types of blushed.

"And imagine, you'd all would have had to have a sub-in if that had happened." You shook your head.

He laughed at you, knowing you hate this kind of stuff, which made it all that much funnier.

“Do you like him?” Echo asked.

“I don't know him,” You shrugged.

He clicked his tongue, “Well, that's not really a requirement, is it?”

You just slapped his shoulder, “You’re a slut, Echo. You know that?”

He just put his arms behind his head, “What can I say, Cyra’ika? I’m an alpha.”

“You’re not all like that,” You jabbed.

Echo rolled his eyes, “You have no idea. Back in the old days me and the boys had some stories…” He smirked.

“Mhmm,” You giggled and tried the radio one more time; this time, you opened the door to the ship and stepped outside, hoping the radio signal would be stronger.

“Tech? Hunter?” You called out into the comm, “Cross? Wrecker? Someone come in!” You shifted your weight onto one foot and looked at the little comm device.

You heard a series of clicks coming through the radio, then you heard Hunter’s broken voice.

“Ugh,” You shook the comm, “Signal’s trash… Hunter?”

“I-I… open… I-I need,” His voice was stuttering through the static.

“I think he wants the side door open,” Echo said, trying to boost the signal.

You nodded and trotted down the ramp, taking out your binoculars. You pointed them in his direction, but still, you didn’t see any movement. Hopefully, they were able to find the scientists and you can finally return home for your real shore-leave, maybe even take the Commander up on his offer. You giggled to yourself, lowering the binoculars.

You heard a little jingle and looked down and yelped.

A small little crystal fox stared back up at you blinking its amber eyes curiously.

“Hi there,” You said, slowly lowering your binoculars. The small creature stepped forwards before quickly nipping onto your shoelace and tugging it loose.

You twitched, bringing your leg back afraid it would bite, but instead, it chirped and darted off under the ship and towards the mountain range jingling as it ran.

“Hey, Wait!” You shouted and ran off after the little guy, “Hold on!”

~~~

“Where’s Hunter?” Crosshair asked, looking around the cave.

Wrecker shrugged, and Crosshair decided to go looking for his brother. When he exited the cave, he noticed the fresh tracks leading away from the abandoned camp and the overpowering smell of an Alpha… in rut.

He followed the tracks until he reached the mountain pass.

Crosshair grabbed his comms and radioed in, “Hunter! Come in!”

He trotted back to the cavern and grabbed Wrecker, “Hunter took off, c’mon, we gotta go now.”

“You have to warn the Republic,” The woman grabbed onto Tech’s uniform.

“Warn them about what?” He scanned her body, noticing the telltale signs of elevated heart rate, dilated eyes, and nervous twitching. The woman was high as hell.

“The minerals. T-they’re…” She looked out at the members of her team, “It’s toxic.”

The three soldiers all looked at each other, knowing Hunter got a good dose of it and with his senses, he was probably coming unglued.

“What is the substance?” Tech asked.

She looked at him, “Unrefined Spice cut with-” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she fainted.

“Shit,” Crosshair wasn’t liking this one bit.

“I got her. You guys go get Hunter,” Wrecker picked the lady up and let the others take off running after their infected brother.

Tech and Crosshair wasted no time sprinting out of the cave and towards the narrow pass.

~~~

You had heard Echo radio for you which made you halt in your tracks. The crystal fox scampered away disappearing into a narrow crevice the mountain side.

“Get back here.” Echo sounded worried, “There’s someth-” He was cut off.

You spun around realizing you had ventured far from the ship. You sighed and bent down to re-tie your combat boot before taking off in a jog back to the Marauder. Jumping over a couple smaller boulders you made a beeline for the ship.

“I’m coming Echo!” You radioed back and scurried up the steps, “What’s going on?”

You looked around but the ship was silent. You narrowed your eyes and peered around the corner of the cockpit into the main galley. You heard a strange muffled noise before drawing your weapon. You flicked it to stun before holding it up suddenly overcome with nerves.

“Echo?” You called out softly into the back of the ship.

Suddenly Hunter’s head popped out from behind the bunk door. You sighed and put the gun back into the holster and pointed a finger at him, “Sarge you scared me half to death.”

He approached, “I wouldn’t want that omega now would I?” his voice sounded strange. You raised a brow watching him get nearer. He looked disheveled. His grey armor was covered in a crimson substance and his hair was all over the place.

“Hunter are you okay?” You asked reaching for your pack.

He lunged forwards and grabbed your wrist in a bruising grip. You yelped out trying to snatch it back but he just pulled you into him before throwing you backwards against the dining table. Echo’s caff and various plates went flying and clattering onto the ground. You yelled out in pain as your back collided with the steel surface. He stalked up to you grabbing you again and you tried to shove him off not understanding why he was being so rough all of a sudden. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. Hunter however was deathly precise in his movements.

“Hunter what-” You started, but he grabbed your neck and slammed you flat to the metal table before going for your wrist. You thrashed around trying to throw him off of you but he was too big and too strong. Your head was pounding from the impact. He settled in between your thighs pushing his hard pelvis into yours sedating you.

“Stop fighting me omega.” He leaned down using his free hand to pin your arm to the table. You whined feeling him clamp down on your neck. He was starting to hurt you. The panic was setting in. Something was very wrong with Hunter it’s like he was possessed.

You used your free hand to back hand him as hard as you could. His head snapped to the side with a crack. He growled making your insides churn. Thats when you noticed his pupils. They were beyond dilated. They nearly absorbed his entire eye, you were staring back into endless black holes.

“Hunter get off of me!” You kneed him in the side making him gasp and cough knocking the wind out of him. You had a split second to get up and you took it. Ignoring the aches in your body, you shoved him back, he struggled to catch his breath and you turned to run. Making your way down the main galley you went for your bag to grab the tranquilizer.

“Omega!” He used his alpha voice. You had to fight the submission. Every cell in your body wanted to bare your neck and submit to him but you fought it. This wasn’t Hunter. Hunter would never do something like this. Especially not use his tone on you… ever.

“Come.” He demanded standing there gripping his side while he caught his breath.

You ignored him and kept rummaging for your pack, “Where the fuck is it?” You couldn’t believe it. You always left it in your duffle.

You heard his heavy foot steps approaching when you decided to go for your stun gun instead. When you had a good grip on the gun, your feet were yanked out from under you. Hunter was way too fast and trained. You landed with a thud on the hard durasteel floor dropping the pistol. He was dragging you out of the narrow galley back into the main cabin. Thats when you noticed Echo knocked out on the floor next to you. He must have found Echo first before he realized you weren’t in the ship.

“Hunter!” You kicked at him with the other leg, “Stop! This isn’t you!”

“Omega.” He growled out getting on the floor and kneeling on top of you. He placed a calloused hand on the back of your neck keeping you pinned with a squeak. You could feel his hardness pressing into the plush of your ass and you whimpered. He was in a manic rut. You felt him lean down getting closer to your scent glands. He reeked of pheromones. You were practically choking on it. You concluded he was defiantly in a rut. You had to get out of here.

“Omega… smells w-wrong.” He shook his head trying to get a better sniff.

“Hunter please!” You whined feeling how hot his breath was on your neck. His smokey scent was everywhere and it was starting to consume you. You could feel your body starting to react to these pheromones and you cursed yourself. He no doubt could smell you.

You were suddenly flipped over onto your back roughly making you whimper on impact. Tears slipped out of the corners of your eyes as you filled with fear. His face didn’t even look like his own anymore. The softness he reserved for you was gone and all that was left was the animal that lived inside him.

He leaned down and licked the stray tears off your face with a hum. You pressed your hands into his chest pleading with him to let you go. He pinned your hands down to the durasteel and shifted his weight so he could shove his nose into your neck where the fresh implant rests and your mating gland. He growled disapprovingly and used one hand to tear your shirt collar and rip the bacta patch off of you. You shrieked as it burned.

“Hunter!” You cried begging for him to get control.

He looked at the incision menacingly before reaching to the vibro blade on his sleeve. You realized whatever infected him, reverted him back to his primal instincts and one thing between him and a rut was your implant. You flailed helplessly under his weight trying to get away. He tore your uniform top down the seams revealing your bound chest to him.

“Tech!” You screamed, “Crosshair!” You prayed they were close behind. They were probably the only ones strong enough to stop their brother.

Hunter leaned down pressing the tip of the sharp blade to your smooth gland. When the tip met your skin you screamed in pain feeling him lightly pierce your skin. You felt the hot blood running down your shoulder making his nose flare. You screamed in agony praying he’d just get it over with. Your voice broke with your screams.

“Wrecker!” You wailed hoping they’d hear you and that they were in a much better state than this.

You screamed again feeling the tip of the blade remove the implant as it clattered to the ground. You shuddered starting to feel dizzy from the blood loss. He leaned down to lick the cut spreading his alpha pheromones into your open wound. He tried purring in an attempt to comfort you, but the death grip on your neck didn’t help in any way. You reached down to his thigh searching for anything to help you. He nuzzled your neck again licking at the wound like a corellian hound.

You knew he kept another blade on his belt but you were struggling to find it. Then when you brushed up against his side, you noticed he still had his gun. In a flash you brandished his pistol pressing it into his side. He was still purring totally unaware when you made your move.

“I’m sorry.” You cried then pulled the trigger.

He looked at you stunned for a moment before slumping back onto his heels and releasing you. You took a deep gasping breath then sobbed realizing what you did, but he fell back against the side of the ship letting you scurry up to your knees. You turned his weapon to stun and unloaded on him. You stared at his limp body shaking in fright that he’d get up again at any second.

“Y/N?” Tech’s alarmed face appeared in the entry. You fired a few stunning shots at him without thinking but he retreated in time.

“We’re not infected!” He yelled putting his hands up.

You lowered the gun and fell back against the leg of the table Hunter had wrangled you onto just moments earlier. You let Hunter’s gun clatter to the ground.

Crosshair and Tech entered the ship looking alarmed at the scene.

“I shot him.” You whispered. They turned to look at their stunned brother who had a plasma burn in his side a long with a fresh stream of blood oozing out.

“You’re bleeding.” Crosshair ran to your side taking his helmet off and reaching for your collar. You flinched making him second guess his movements. He had no idea what Hunter had done to you, but from the blooming bruises around your neck and chest, he was starting to put som pieces together.

Tech scanned Hunter and determined the shot not lethal. He helped Hunter onto his back and started removing his armor while Crosshair tried to clean your wound.

“What did he do to you?” Crosshair asked with anger laced in his tone.

You just whimpered feeling the exhaustion settle in after the adrenaline wore off, “H-he cut my…” You waved at the wound, “He was like an animal.” You pointed to the little pill shaped device lying in the pool of your blood on the floor. Crosshair saw it and turned back to you. You were shaking now as the horror of everything was starting to settle in. He got up and grabbed some supplies from your bins and came back to your side. He knew you weren’t a soldier, but it didn’t make your behavior any less disturbing. Seeing an omega cry was like having Hunter's vibro blade shoved into his chest.

“We heard you when we got down the hill.” Tech said pressing a bacta pack to Hunter’s side, “I’m sorry we didn’t get here sooner.” He then hooked hunter up to a liquid IV in hopes to flush his system of the drug.

You just nodded resting your forehead against Crosshairs shoulder. He quickly cleaned your wound opting to forego gentleness he was just wanting to get you patched up. Luckily Hunter made a pretty clean cut and it isn’t deep. He applied the bacta and the bandages just like he’d seen you do a hundred times. He then grabbed the pain killer injection just like last night. He distributed the medicine and continued to hold you as your shakes subsided.

Wrecker and the sedated scientist arrived shortly after. He just stood there looking at everything bewildered. He set the lady down on a pallet on the floor before returning to his brothers.

“What happened here?” He asked taking off his helmet.

“It seems the unrefined spice caused Hunter’s senses to go into overdrive. He reverted back to his more animalistic instincts and attacked Y/N. He was searching for an omega.” Tech took off his own helmet. Tech grabbed a pair of binders and attached one to Hunter and the other to the cargo hold. They had no idea what they were going to get when he woke up.

Noticing your worry, Crosshair decided you’d had enough. He bent down and scooped up your knees up and carried you back to the bunks. You leaned your head against his chest wanting to just go to sleep.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly setting you down in your bunk. He sat across from you in Tech’s neatly made cot.

You just sniffled feeling more tears surface. Hunter was one of the men you did feel safe with. It was just any omega’s worst nightmare having a trusted alpha turn on you like that. Even though you know it wasn’t really Hunter, it was still horrifying. He was so strong. It frightened you.

“Oh Ad’ika.” Crosshair sighed standing up and rummaging through his things. He came back with one of his civvies shirts. It was black and massive. He knelt down at your side taking his time unlacing your boots and sliding them off. He then went for your shirt gently removing what was left of the ripped fabric. You just stared at the ceiling as he shimmied you into his shirt. You settled finally and he grabbed your favorite blanket before pulling it up to your chin. You were unaware the Alpha was capable of such gentleness.

“Do you want me to stay?” He asked noticing your shaking again.

“I’m okay.” You croaked, “Thank you Cross.”

He didn’t fight you, but everything in his body begged him to stay and to comfort the frightened omega. He stood up and left letting the door swoosh closed behind him.

When you were finally alone you started to wail. You cried and cried until you couldn't physically produce any more tears. Never had you ever resolved on to crying while on the job, but then again, you’d never been in a situation such as this before.

Some time later, Wrecker came tiptoeing into the room worried that you were asleep. When he realized you weren’t, he showed you his Lula. You sniffled and gave him a little smile as he tucked lula into your blankets with you.

“Thanks Wreck.” You cuddled lula letting her comfort you.

“Anytime pip.” He retreated back to the galley. You noticed Crosshair perched against the wall in the galley keeping watch. You sighed knowing he was at least a bit protective. Knowing he was watching over you, you relaxed a bit. Then sleep came and consumed you quickly.

~~~

“What the actual fuck happened.” Crosshair demanded looking around the entire ship. The images of your torn up bleeding body haunted him. He might get pissy with you for your little flirting with the regs but this was unacceptable. No one is allowed to hurt an omega like that, especially his brother. It was taking all his control to not kick the shit out of Hunter’s unconscious body.

“We need to get back to a medical base. I’m afraid I didn’t get a proper explanation from the surviving scientist. She said it was unrefined spice mixed with something else and the others seemed to have died from prolonged exposure. I don’t know what will happen to Hunter if we can’t get him back to a hospital.” Tech sat back into his chair looking at the others.

Echo had come back to consciousness at some point and needed an ice pack for the bump on his head. He looked to tech, “Get the Marauder up in the air and radio to any of the nearest Venador fleets. We can meet them half way.”

“Better yet, I’ll call Captain Rex.” Tech plugged his data pad into the console, “General Skywalker was supposed to be stationed in the Nabooian system near by.”

“How do you know that?” Wrecker asked rubbing his eyes.

“The drunk 501 boys last night mentioned it while they were alluding to the General’s fascination with the junior senator. They were refueling when we landed yesterday.” Tech replied sliding his goggles up.

“Oh I like that senator.” Wrecker nodded, “She’s hot.”

“I don’t care what we do.” Crosshair leaned against the galley hallway, “They both need immediate medical care.” His nose crinkled at the smell of Y/N’s blood still drying on their floor.

“Agreed.” Echo stared at Hunter’s limp body. He knew the Sargent was never going to forgive himself for this. Echo sighed, explaining this whole situation just got so much worse. Hunter was probably going to want to shoot himself when he comes to.

“Being their old medic, I’m positive they won’t have an issue treating her.” Tech began the take off process wanting to get off of this horrible planet.

“Just get us off this forsaken planet.” Crosshair grumbled walking back to the bunk doorway.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

Ahh okay, I think this story is going to be a little darker obviously, but it's for the plot! haha enjoy babes.

I'm also sitting here realizing I don't think Omega will be able to be written into this story given the obvious issue with her name lol so tbd on that.

#bad batch #abo #abobadbatch #fanfic #smut #hunter #crosshair #wrecker #tech #echo #501st #starwars #clonewars #rex #wolffe

32 notes · View notes

accio-victuuri · 8 months

Text

MY RECENT READS ( April - August 2023 ) 📚

a mix of manhua/manhwa/danmei novels. i’ve also been on an omegaverse binge so you’ll see a couple of those on here. this is my way of documenting what i’ve read and sharing it to anyone who is probably looking for their next read.

I have linked the actual source of where i read them so you can look up the summary & reviews and see if it’s something you like. Please mind the tags and warnings too. ^^

===============

MANHWA/MANHUA

===============

Limited Run ( Seasons 1 & 2 ) - sometimes i’m just in the mood for some toxic relationship with good smut and this hits the spot. tho the MC (Yeon-Oh) is really put in an ugly situation, and really just wants to have a better life and escape. It’s not his fault. The power imbalance is definitely there and like 99.9% of people reading it is there for the smut.

Love Shuttle ( Seasons 1-3 ) - I am very late to this story cause when I started reading this was always at the top of people’s rec lists — especially for omegaverse and now i know why. I love a younger alpha x older omega dynamic so I’m happy with that then add in the enemies to lovers trope. The characters are likable and the story progresses well. Usually for omegaverse, there’s always some angst going on but this felt enjoyable to me. Totally a good read.

Omega Complex ( Completed ) - I AM ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH THIS STORY. I have read it multiple times and it’s marked as completed, but the extras are not. If I were to pick my ideal omegaverse story and art it would be this. Again. Older Omega x Younger Alpha. This one is they started as childhood friends who became estranged because of “circumstances” and met up again in college. The school setting itself and supporting characters are well done too. Most stories have fleshed out supporting characters only if they will be a second couple or something, but this does not use that ploy.

There are misunderstandings but i’m okay with that. I know people are stupid and bad at communication in real life so i don’t really get readers who complain about it. Maybe if it’s too much or doesn’t serve a purpose. It’s necessary in this one tho.

THE SMUT IS GORGEOUS. No. Really. How can you describe smut as gorgeous? Well. Read it and you will find out. 👀

BUT THE BEST THING IS I AM INVESTED WITH THE PAIRING. I love them so much. 😭😭😭 from childhood friends to going to school together and all + grown ups.

Their aesthetic also kinda reminds me of the GG & WYB. so yeah.

Cheeky Habits of my Rabbits - what happens when you combine absolute cuteness and smut? This. I love it. It shouldn’t work, the premise is weird, but it’s a great read! hilarious too. Neungso is the most precious bunny!!!!

The Pizza Delivery Man & the Golden Palace ( on Hiatus ) - How do I even begin to describe this without foaming in the mouth. I wish the hiatus will be over and we will know more and see how the story progresses. It looks like a simple premise, MC is a pizza delivery guy who is struggling and he forms a relationship with a rich regular from the “golden palace”. BUT NOOOO. The writing is special. The way the ML’s struggle with his anxiety/trauma and how MC’s simple kindness helped him is so romantic.

Especially the scene when they first met in the rain and the MC offered his umbrella. You never know what people are going through, so it’s best to be kind. It was such a small gesture but it changed both of their lives.

It’s a story of how love can heal. 😌

Plus the MC — Woo Won is one of my favorite leads ever. He is so gentle and kind even if the world is treating him badly, he still makes a conscious decision to be good. He deserves all the love and success! ML ( Seo-An) better spoil him well! 😤

Their problems don’t magically disappear, it’s just easier to exist because you have someone standing beside you. 🤍🤍🤍

The New Recruit ( completed ) - a solid office romance. if you’re into that then pick this up! there’s no toxic power imbalance going on or abuse. I like how MC is someone who started his career a bit late, so he is older than his peers and still a newbie. A perfect read over the weekend.

Mr. Y & Mr. J - I can’t find the link to the completed version I read so sorry for that. Anyway, this one is with theme of “regression” is I think the right time. Where the MC dies and lives again years prior. So they get a second chance at life. The setting is also entertainment industry which i personally enjoy so there was no way i won’t like it.

Salad Days ( Season 1 ) - Something I AM VERY LATE to. I think everyone and their mom have read this so I won’t go into details. I loved the first season and will definitely go back to finish the rest. The pairing is so OTP material 💟

The side characters in the MC’s life, his friends, are so precious too!

Dawn of the Dragon ( Season 1 ) - Fantasy / Smut. That’s all I can remember. What I really wanna know tho is the backstory of the Dragon and who was his mate from the past. I have a feeling the MC is some sort of reincarnation of that person.

Raising Beta (completed) - A very short read. It’s fucked up. LOL. Basically the MC is a beta and the ML who is obsessed with him turns him into an Omega. not only that, he did a lot of other things all in the name of “love” and as a reader you are there to watch it and you can’t do anything to help the MC. It’s definitely an experience to read this. It reminds me of something Kai Bi Qiu might write so maybe that’s why I enjoyed it more than i should. 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

Hyacinth (completed) - Awwww this one is sweet and makes me all somft. I have re-read this too cause it’s pretty short and the art is beautiful. The MC’s focus on how many meals he has shared with ML was a nice addition and added to the romance.

Plus their little family of three is so cute! XIAO YI IS THE BEST KID. 🥹🥹🥹

How to snag an Alpha ( Completed ) - All I can say is that it’s super funny and the MC is definitely a character. I got so much secondhand embarrassment from the shit he pulls but he ended up getting the Alpha so i think it’s worth it! 😂

Sweet not Sugar ( Season 1 ) - I found this when searching for “green flag” alphas and well this satisfied that. I love the MC here so i’m happy that he gets to be with someone who doesn’t treat him like trash. The MC is at a point in his life where he thinks everyone is out to abuse him in some way so meeting ML unsettles him.

LEE DAN! You deserve to be loved! No matter what happened to you in the past 🥹🥹🥹

December ( Season 1 ) - This is one that I actively check to see if it’s updated cause I’m so invested with the pairing. It should be the usual omegaverse trope but add in the backstory, somehow makes it special. They both meet years ago and MC who is an omega “awakened” the ML into being an Alpha. ML then looks for this mystery person and when he finds him, he will do everything to keep him.

I’m doing a very bad summary i know, i promise it’s not boring. There are other issues discussed in the story, like how horrible omegas are treated. I looooove it when the Alpha goes feral and violent in certain moments too but when it comes to his Omega he is somft.

Their library dates too!!!! 😍😍😍😍

Who’s baby is it? ( Ongoing 200 + chapters ) - My comfort read! I swear. The plot was initially straightforward then it went in a bizarre direction but i still like it. It’s still not finished even with all the chapters and I imagine they can still stretch it to last forever 😂😂😂

My fave would definitely be the children! Rourou!!!! I initially picked this up cause I wanted a story with a cute kid. and i got what i wanted.

+ Entertainment industry setting <3

My Delicious Dream Boy ( Completed ) - The kind of supernatural read that still manages to be fun and light. The MC here is funny without even trying. He only wants to have friends and experience “college life” after years of having to stay at home because of his sickness. The plot could have easily gone dark but it focused more on relationships and the pairing’s growth as individuals — which was so much better for me. Definitely a favorite and reread material.

Affectionately ( Completed ) - This could have been more fleshed out cause there is more story to tell but what can i do.. It is what it is…

It features cute animals cause the MC is supposedly gifted in interacting with them and the ML is the complete opposite. They also work at a cafe together. I chose to read this cause I wanted fluff and it did not disappoint.

My favorite glasses holder ( Completed ) - the MC and his love for men with glasses 😂😂😂 ML is a grumpy kitty and works so well with MC’s bright personality. I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as i do. After this, I have craved for more modern setting stories.

===============

DANMEI NOVELS

===============

Deer Fei Fei - an adorable story of the MC who is in the entertainment industry and his “senior” who he idolizes. if you are into a fanboy getting his idol trope they give it a try. It’s also really short with 32 chapters only 💕

Transmigrated and forced to do Business - my guilty pleasure is when the MC transmigrates in the book where they are supposed to be the villain but they don’t want that. So they do everything the can to be on the good side of the book’s protagonist and well… we all know what happens after.

Have you ever met such a cold author? - Fanboy reader who writes fanfics meets his favorite author. That’s it. I was sold with the premise and it did deliver. ☺️

Bu Wang - I started the Manhua and wanted more so I MTL-d it over at gonzicp so I don’t have the proper english translation. I was just craving for a merman type of story and this popped up. It was nice! How the ML became so devoted to him and chased MC when he left AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!

Stars run to him - I have to take Knoxt ( website ) for this cause i swear i was only browsing completed novels and I randomly clicked on this. It’s what i love about Knoxt, there are translated works there that are not as popular. Absolute gems that deserve more audience.

This is a perfect example. 💕

DON’T LET THE SUMMARY FOOL YOU. I enjoy myself some fake dating for sure, but this is so much more than that. Especially that clue in there : “Gu Zhongyi has loved him for many years…” I don’t think I’ve ever read something like this and that’s why it stuck with me. It would have been so confusing but it was written very well and seeing it all unfold is a treat. Definitely a classic.

It seems there is light - Such a pure story. I swear. A great story about first love and two people who care for each other. It may be boring to some, depending on the headspace you’re in, but please give it a try.

-END.

#if im not working or doing chores or in yizhan mode — i am reading.#personal #book rec #book recs #mlm book recs #danmei recs #manhua #manhwa #manhua rec #manhwa rec

93 notes · View notes