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princeescaluswords · 1 year

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Uninteresting

So, yesterday, I encountered a story (at that point it was untagged, and to give the author their due, they tagged it afterwards), and the thing that jumped off the page to me is that they have Scott purposefully luring the Argents to the police station in Fury (2x10). This was a new one on me, so I wondered if the author had just missed the part where Matt had taken Scott's (and the sheriff's and Stiles's) phone and that Allison had correctly identified that Scott wouldn't have done that. I pointed this out.

The author replied that they were tweaking canon because they thought it would be interesting to see Stiles and Scott have a 'discussion' about it.

What they also thought would be interesting would be repeating every big idea that the Anti-Scott parts of fandom have ever had. Scott told Derek his family deserved to be burned alive! (He didn't say that). Scott didn't ask Stiles about his injuries in Master Plan! Scott was obsessed with Allison! Scott neglected Stiles for Isaac!

Such a variation on Teen Wolf might actually be interesting to me as an alternative, too, if I hadn't read it 15,000 times before (not an exaggeration). One of fanfiction's purposes is to give us alternatives to canon, but the trouble is when it comes to Teen Wolf, it's always the same alternatives. I pointed out that as a Scott fan who reads Sterek, it bothers me that they always try to justify the relationship by making Scott the bad guy.

They replied that they tweak canon in a lot of ways, not just to make Scott a bad guy. And they're right. Beyond that ...

They tweaked canon to make Deaton an Evil Sinister Black Man! So unique! He is plotting against Derek with Scott because he thinks Derek should die and Scott should be alpha. Unspoken is why he didn't straight up murder Derek after Peter's resurrection or still supply him with ketamine for the plan to stop Jackson, but if Evil Deaton had been competent, there wouldn't be much of a story would there?

They tweaked canon to make Stiles -- you guessed it -- a Spark! Ground-breaking, like florals in spring! And Deaton was lying to Stiles about the strength of it because Stiles is going to become Derek's Emissary! Because of course he would!

They tweaked canon so Derek is super angry about Scott's remark about the Argents having a reason to attack his family in Magic Bullet (1x04), but doesn't even remember that Stiles directly accused him of murdering his sister out of jealousy of the full wolf form in Second Chance at First Line (1x02).

They tweaked canon so Derek can't trust Deaton because the veterinarian is plotting against him for some unknown reason, and it's definitely not because Derek kidnapped and almost killed him in Heart Monitor (1x06).

They tweaked canon so that Stiles obviously did care after Scott was poisoned with wolf's bane by Victoria, even though we didn't see any of that on the screen but assumed that it happened, just like we should have assumed Scott asked Stiles about what happened in the Argent basement.

They tweaked canon so that Stiles never wanted Derek dead and that he can't believe Scott would be so, so cruel to widdle-baby Derek, who didn't lie to Scott about the cure or break into his house and threaten to kill him or did nothing at all ever to earn Scott's distrust.

I could go on. In other words, to them it's interesting to rehash every single Sterek Trope that has been written in meta and stories so often that it's become accepted reality. They "tweak" canon in only certain pre-set ways and always to the same ends. Because I do believe in alternative stories, I would accept this if, for every Sterek story where Scott is a Bad Lying Friend and Unworthy of Stiles's regard, so he turns to Derek, there's a Sterek story with different "tweaks," such as where Isaac tries to kill Stiles to get Scott to join the pack or Scott rejects Stiles because he's too mean to Derek which makes Stiles see the error of his ways. But there isn't. And that, of course, is my point.

It's the Big Lie. Everyone complains about discourse and why people would waste time arguing over trivial matters such as these, but ten years have passed and now I encounter multiple people entering the fandom who literally believe that Scott was OBSESSED over Allison, that he didn't put her to the side to save Derek and/or his pack on multiple occasions and that she was his necessary anchor. Who believe that Stiles was neglected and treated badly, not by the guy who bounced his head off a steering wheel or tried to kill the girl he loved or sent one of his betas to kidnap him, but by his best friend who literally ripped a locker door of his hinges in an attempt to find him. Sterek has become synonymous with Scott is a Bad Friend, and I dare people to argue that it hasn't.

And thus, a non-white heroic protagonist has been transformed, probably forever, into an unworthy inadequate simpleton who treated his mega-genius best friend and a (phenomenally rich, good-looking, and well-loved) orphan werewolf so badly. It's happened. Right in front of the fandom's eyes. And lots of people are happy about it for some reason.

BUT IT'S NOT RACISM.

#scott mccall defense squad #teen wolf fandom problems #teen wolf fanfiction #fandom racism

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gremlintheslut · 1 year

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The shields little girl

Chapter 2 the big talk

The shield x fem!afab!reader

Don't reupload, translate or do anything like that without permission from me

Master list

Warnings: I mainly write smut and don't know what I'm doing.

I wake up to the sound of voices. I decide not to open my eyes and listen to what they're saying. "so basically she uses the whole ddlg thing as a coping mechanism?" I hear Seth ask. "yeah, it's a lot more common than you think. If someone doesn't grow up with the best childhood they might end up using ddlg as a way to cope later on and some therapist recommend buying toys or things a child would enjoy as a way to help heal their inner child." Roman replies. "does she have toys?" Dean chimes in with his question. "yeah, mostly teddy bears, coloring books and she has a few bath toys as well" Roman informs the 2 other men.

I feel my heart flutter as Roman continues to explain what ddlg is and tell the boys what I do as a little. I can't help but smile when he starts to name and describe a few of my favorite teddies. "there's a purple owl that doubles as a heat pack for when she is on her period. Just put it in the microwave for 30-40 seconds" I want to open my eyes but I know I'll get embarrassed by the conversation to follow. Roman keeps talking. "she has never regressed younger than three years old but she is usually 4 or 5 never older than 7." he says before pausing knowing the boys will have questions. "how do you know if she's regressing?" Dean asks. "well she baby talks when she's little but mumbles when she's a bit older. She won't look you in the eyes that much and if you can't tell you can just ask she's never failed to answer me before." Roman answers.

I tune out of their conversation debating whether or not to open my eyes or keep them closed and go back to sleep. I decide to open it and sit up slowly stretching. "sorry did we wake you up?" Seth asks and I shake my head. "no" I say shortly. "I was just telling the boy about ddlg," Roman tells me not knowing I heard the last half of what he said. "do I have to be here for the conversation? because I want to take a shower" I ask. "go right ahead" Roman says and I get up and walk to the bathroom. I always leave a towel in there so I don't have to find one or call the front desk.

I take a 15-minute shower and wrap a towel around my waist realizing I didn't have clothes with me in the bathroom. I walk out of the room and grab my clothes. They were still talking about little space. I walk back into the bathroom but the way they were looking at me didn't go unnoticed. I finish drying off and put my clothes on. I know when I go out there I'll end up joining the conversation or they will start talking to me about the bond thing.

I stay standing there for a little while not wanting to be in 2 embarrassing conversations. I decide to get it over with and walk out into the main room. They're all quiet when I come out so I know there is only one conversation ahead of me. "we need to talk to you about 2 things" Roman says, maybe not. I nod and sit down on my bed. "first we want to ask if you trust us enough to be your caretakers" he asks. I honestly thought Seth and Dean wouldn't like it but I was wrong I guess. "yeah, I'd love that," I say quickly hoping I didn't say yes too fast. I see the smiles on Seth and Dean's faces and the embarrassment I knew I was going to feel soon for the next part of the conversation doesn't arrive.

They love me. They really do.

"lastly we want to know what this is," he says and I'm stumped. "I don't know," I say after thinking for a second. Whatever this is it just started and it would be weird to just jump to dating right? "okay, so we're all bonded to each other and it feels a bit weird because we have been friends for ages." he says shortly and everyone else nods. After a very long and boring talk, we decided that we would be a normal mate pack. Which is just when a small pack of alpha is bonded to each other and they find the omega their bonded to.

We would go on dates and do normal shit but we could decide on announcing it later. If we ever want to announce it.

Words-816

Sorry if it's short I'm tired and I didn't know how to end it. Love ya💋💕💞-gremlin

#wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe summerslam #the shield wwe smut #the shield x reader smut #the shield x reader smut wwe #the shield #seth rollins #Seth rollins x reader #roman reigns #roman reigns comfort #roman reigns smut #Roman reigns x reader #dean ambrose #Dean ambrose x reader #jon moxley

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clocks-are-round · 1 year

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tbh i get more emotional thinking about omega and tex’s relationship than church and tex or epsilon and epsitex or director and allison

i’m just weird like that /j it’s probably because he is my beloved blorboest blorbo

he needed to be with her. he couldn’t figure why he still did after she abandoned and betrayed him so he justified it as wanting her power and strength and skill

i don’t have the energy rn to transcribe every thought and vibe (because i have lots of omega thoughts i have shared and might not have) but i’ll try to lay down the big parts

omega was rage. he was furious and he was never sure why or at who so the rage was directed by the project to their own benefit. they couldn’t stop him from abandoning other hosts in favor of tex so they finally let them be a team. omega didn’t know why he needed to be with tex he just did. i don’t think it was romantic, but it might’ve been a dependency. and tex started pulling him when she realized there may be codependency and also disliking how he affected her with his rage

she was the only person he could depend on. gamma was fickle and fled to avoid capture, sigma had his master plan that didn’t interest omega, so he stayed with tex. he trusted her. he needed her. she was his best friend. and he was hers, by default since she wasn’t allowed to interact much with other agents. she was the only certainty he had, his constant in his aimless pain and loneliness. but she had decided she didn’t want him in her life and that he should not only be cut out of her life, but terminated as soon as she found a way. he had no one. no one was left for him

so he tried to find direction to his rage and pain by playing the blood gulch big bad. tex probably filled him in on what the project had done to alpha— not that church was him but the rest (omega didn’t seem to know it was him and likely thought church— considering his name—was a fragment he hadn’t met before). and omega told tex his role in that, torturing the alpha simply because he was told and had nothing better to do (needing an outlet for his rage and boredom and loneliness). she was not happy about that and that was when she turned on him. and of course she did, she made it clear how evil and despicable he was. he was a villain, wasn’t he. everyone hated him, they must. that must be why he hated everyone back. this was all the director’s fault. he was why omega was so angry, so lonely, in so much turmoil and pain. he wanted omega to be a weapon fueled by his pain? oh he’ll get that. he’ll get taken down by omega, and omega will use freelancer’s resources to do it.

teaming up with gamma and vic, he played out the cartoon villain with mild satisfaction. and finally the ship came. the ship he would convince gamma to redirect to the director’s hidey-hole to finally get revenge. but then there was an explosion and they were blown off course.

when they crashed omega desperately tried to latch onto the sim troopers there but he wasn’t subtle and they panicked and massacred each other in fear. what option did he have left? he joined the meta. the last and only place he was wanted.

oh. huh guess i had more energy than i thought. i just love him a lot. yes some (a lot maybe) of this is speculation but i’m still sad about it

yeah this was ‘cause i listened to hunter by ken ashkorp. in my omega feels rn

#i love him (platonically) your honor #red vs blue #//*evil laughter*#//badass bitch in black #rvb omega #rvb tex

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f1uckinghell · 2 years

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Day 12: Mouth Knotting, Charles/Daniel

read here on ao3

“C’mon, I want it-”

Charles’ curved lips trailed along Daniel’s shaft, his green eyes large and dark as they looked up at Daniel.

“There’s no going back once-,” Daniel started, but Charles just groaned and swallowed him down, shoving Daniel’s dick down his throat until Daniel felt his tip bump against the back of it. He hissed, his hands automatically going to Charles’ hair.

The scent of heat was still wafting through the room, sticking to the walls from several days of Charles’ writhing on the bed in need. In true Charles fashion, this had been his heat wish: to have his mouth knotted, “like they do in porn”. Michael was obviously too big for this, so the honor went to Daniel.

Charles moaned around his dick, one hand between his legs to get himself off. Charles was damn good at giving head, and he had Daniel on the brink of orgasm soon enough.

This wasn’t Daniel’s kink at all, he never sought out porn with mouth-knotting in it, but whatever his pack wanted, they got. Of course. He was trying to be a good pack Alpha after all. And frankly, it wasn’t very hard to get into it when Charles sucked his dick like his life depended on it.

The bigger challenge was getting his knot to inflate in Charles’ mouth. It would be fine if it didn’t pop all the way, but if it didn’t happen at all, he knew Charles would be disappointed.

Daniel leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Charles’ mouth on his dick. He thought of Max’s pussy, thought of fucking it until he knotted, the feeling of its warmth and wetness around it, how it felt pushing inside and have the hot walls clamp down around him when he made Max come-

“Fuuuck,” he sighed, his hand tightening in Charles’ hair, “I’m coming-”

Charles eagerly shifted closer, moaning with his mouth full-

Daniel came with a growl, his knot swelling with blood, inflating inside of Charles’ mouth.

Charles whined, swallowing again and again- some of Daniel’s come spilled over, trickling out of the corners of his mouth and down his chin.

“Fuck, Charles-”

Daniel petted down Charles’ hair helplessly, shuddering at the sensation. He knew it was important not to move much, not to fuck deeper, even though his body really, really wanted to. He could feel Charles’ tongue move on the bottom of his knot, which wasn’t fully inflated, but at least halfway. It was more than enough.

After a minute or two, they seemed to have settled. Charles’ hand had gone from his pussy to Daniel’s thigh, holding on. He was leaning against Daniel’s legs, occasionally suckling, but otherwise just holding still with a blissed-out expression on his face. Daniel kept leaning against the wall, making sure Charles was still breathing.

This was less pornographic and more… intimate. Slow.

When Daniel’s knot went down after twenty minutes, he made sure to slowly guide Charles away and down to the floor, holding him.

Charles curled up against him like he rarely had, fully trusting Daniel, nuzzling into his chest, slack against it. Daniel’s heart vibrated in tune with the pack bond at the unusual affection.

He stood with Charles in his arms, lifting him, carrying him to the master bedroom where Max and Michael were asleep.

#vv!kinktober #virtues verse #omegaverse #daniel ricciardo/charles leclerc #smut tag

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jadeazora · 2 years

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So, Legends review time.

Overall, I would say this has been my favorite game of the 3D era of Pokemon. The exploration it offers is fantastic. I'd spend a day or two exploring each new area, rather than just gunning for the boss like I do with the other Pokemon games.

Alphas are a fun challenge, tho they generally cease to be by the time your own Pokemon level up enough.

It doesn't feel like it holds your hand past the initial tutorial (which feels justified this time given the shake-up in gameplay), and never feels like it crowds you or pushes you along in the story. You're free to explore wherever and to your heart's content, so long as you have the necessary ride Mon.

My only real issue is that Hisui can feel a little empty, I feel it could have benefited from a couple more human settlements or interactable locations.

I liked a task that wasn't just doing Gyms. I've been playing since Gen1, so the Gym plot is a bit stale to me by now. The Trials of Alola were a nice start but didn't feel like a suitable replacement for Gyms. The Noble battles have you learning their patterns and aren't too punishing for players who aren't too great at these kinds of fights, with the option to carry over your progress if you lose.

I liked the somewhat more mature tone of the story. They don't shy away from mentioning Pokemon have injured or even killed people. Also, your banishment really hurts when you've done so many requests for the villagers and earned their trust, and I love how your rival and Laventon are ready to go fight with Kamado for your sake. (Laventon is such a dad.) And Volo showing up at your darkest hour to offer you safekeeping when you have nowhere else to go, when the Diamond Clan and Pearl Clan have (regretfully, under the threat of Kamado starting a war) turned you away. And then Cyllene, Adaman, and Irida aiding you in secret? Absolutely heartwarming.

Speaking of Volo, best twist villain. Others have failed due to being too sketchy or obviously evil, but damn dude, this time stung. I already mentioned in another post but I genuinely didn't see it coming. Like, I suppose you could argue he knows more than he should about things and Hisui's myths, but he states he's always keeping tabs on what's up since it helps him as a merchant and he shares a lot of Cynthia's interests about mythology. (Not helping is that he looks so much like Cynthia, who's been a big ally to the player in Platinum and Masters. He looks like a friend. He is not.)

I think he's actually probably one of the nastiest villains we've had since Ghetsis. Like, Lysandre and Cyrus (who have comparable plans) took no joy in their actions, Volo comes off as gleeful when he's telling the player his plans to subjugate Arceus, on top of him siccing Giratina on the player in an attempt to kill them. (He's also a heck of a fight, like guy has what amount to eight Pokemon with the two-phase Giratina fight.)

Overall, I'd give it a good 9/10. I really like the direction they took with this one.

#pla spoilers #pokemon legends #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon volo #clan leader adaman #clan leader irida #captain cyllene #commander kamado #professor laventon #pokemon legends spoilers #pokemon irida #pokemon adaman #diamond clan #pearl clan

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chrdhill · 2 years

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TIMOTHEE SMUT AGAIN

I’m actually in love with him

Warnings: sex

Didn’t count the words but it’s going to be quite long

You still weren’t sure why you had trusted your driver with this ‘shortcut’ but either way, you were both lost and paying the price for it. Never in your life had you ever come across so many dirty, sweaty and disgusting alphas but this pub was your only chance at getting out of this town.

“Excuse me,” you tried again, hoping to get the bartender’s attention, wanting nothing more than to get out as soon as possible, because the alpha pheromones were starting to get to you, “is there perhaps a mechanic, or a hotel—”

Beside him, a large alpha put out his cigarette, blowing out a waft of smoke up towards the ceiling. “Car trouble?”

“How’d you know?” you blinked, looking up at the guy that was blowing cigarette smoke at the ceiling. Huh-were alphas always that big? You tensed your thighs awkwardly as slick began to dribble past your pussy.

“How far out is your car? I can take a look.”

“A-Are you a mechanic?”

“Everyone ‘round here is,” the alpha explained, chugging his beer and then standing up. “Lead the way.”

The alphas height was much more than you could have imagined, muscular back, chiseled legs, pretty features and a scent that made your head spin.

“Um, well, I was walking for about twenty minutes—”

“It’s fine,” the alpha said, “I’ve got my truck.”

“Um, I’m ___ ___. I’ll be sure to pay you for your trouble—”

“You guys don’t do anything nice for each other back in the city ?” the alpha asked, popping another cigarette in his mouth.

They came up to a truck—at least, you assumed it was a truck, but you’d never seen anything that monstrous in your life, the seats up so high that the alpha had to pick you up and prop you inside.

His hands were rough. Even through the fabric of your summer dress, you could feel it. Strong, hairy arms with rough, calloused hands. The hands of a working man. The hands of an alpha.

You swallowed, wishing your driver were there with you. But someone had to stay behind with the car. It was a short drive, much shorter than what you had thought you walked, and before you knew it, this alpha you still didn’t know the name of was popping open the hood of their trunk, examining the engine.

He reached his hand in, a few metallic clangs ringing about, the alpha twirling the cigarette in his mouth before slamming the hood back down. “Motor’s blown. Gonna have to take that in to a real shop.”

You crinkled your features, “I thought you said you were a mechanic?”

The man blew out some smoke, dropping the cigarette and putting it out with his foot. “-‘m a farmer. Can fix most things but don’t have the right tools for somethin’ like that.”

“Young Master,” your driver offered, “your feet must be tired. Allow me to walk into town, and I’ll—”

“I could drive ya,” the alpha offered. “It’s a five minute drive down this here road. Jimmy’s the mechanic there, can fix anythin’. Got a motel in town, too.”

You cringed, “A mo-tel?” You had never stayed in one of those before.

“Thank you very much, young man,” your driver said. “We’ll be sure to compensate you. What was your name?”

“Timothe Chalamet.”

The heat was sweltering. Even in your sundress, you were sweating, the dizzying knowledge that you’d have to stay in some shabby, run down motel enough to make you nauseous.

To make matters worse, when they’d finally dropped off the car and gotten to the motel, there was only one room available. You’d be forced to share a room with the help.

“I’ve got a spare room at my house,” Timothe offered. “One of you could take that.”

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You knew this was a bad idea but you had jumped in his truck anyway, driving through nothingness and towards a farm you guesses the man owned. What made this journey rather more unbearable was not the heat, but the strong musk that had spread around every inch of the truck. Everything smelled like him.

Timothee Chalamet hadn’t ever come across anyone like you. Proper talkin’, good smelling, virgin little thing of an omega. He couldn’t help but be hard within the confined space of the car—that sort of thing was just alpha instinct. That supple white skin that looked like it’d never seen the sun—Timothee wanted to mark it. To cover it up in purple blotches, to claim it with his teeth.

“You’ll get in trouble smellin’ like that,” Timothee said, throwing his hand down on your milk-white thighs. “Even back at the bar. That’s how omegas get raped, y’know.” He squeezed a bit, pissed from the way all those other alpha’s had laid their eyes on the you.

He saw the shiver that ran down your spine, which only sent more blood hurtling towards his dick.

“I’m sorry. The city has purifiers in most establishments so I…d-does it smell bad?”

“No,” Timothee removed his hand, pulling up in front of his house, “smells good.”

You thought you might just stain the man’s car, you were dripping so much slick. Worst of all, you didn’t even have anything to change into or out of, because this car ride wasn’t supposed to go overnight.

But, Mr. Chalamet said he had some spare clothes you could borrow.

Everything was too big. The shirt was doable as a second dress, but the pants and underwear weren’t even worth putting on. So you would have to make do with your soaked panties.

“Thank you for the clothes,” you said, stepping into the alpha’s room, “ but these didn’t fit.” You had to get out soon. The smell was too much.

Timothee thought God was finally rewarding him for all the hard work he’d done all his life. The sight of this angelic-omega in one of his shirts—and if the pants didn’t fit, did that mean there was nothing else under there? You turned to go, but Timothee stopped you , grabbing you from behind and rubbing his already hard cock against the your ass.

“You’ve never been marked,” he breathed, dick and fangs aching to pierce skin, your scent suddenly stronger than before.

“N-No—”

“The wife of a farmer has a good life,” he couldn’t help his hands from roaming, his tongue licking up that sweet sweat while he continued to grind, “if you’ll have me.”

Oh, that innocent trembling. The alpha couldn’t get enough of you.

“M-Mr. Chamalet—”

“It’s Timothee,” he corrected, grabbing your chin and forcing you into a deep kiss.

It didn’t take much before he was throwing you onto his bed, your hair falling around your head like a halo, while you grabbed your own shirt to keep calm.

Wait, I—I’ve never done this before—”

“—’s all right,” Timothee nurtured with a kiss, “I’ll treat ‘ya real gentle.”

Clothes were gone in a matter of moments, though Timothee was sad to see the white cotton underwear go, the innocence of it all feeding into his instinct.

“P-Please don’t lick there—”

Timothee wasn’t one to take orders from anyone, but it meant getting to the main attraction a lot faster. And given that the slick was already staining his sheets, he figured even if you were a virgin, it’d be fine. “____,” he barked, “grab my shoulders.”

Immediately you did what were told and Timothee slid in nice and gentle as promised.

You thought your mind would melt. The scent in the room was unreal. Full of sweat and alpha and so much slick you didn’t know what you were supposed to do—didn’t know how to process the throbbing cock that was now inside of you, didn’t know how you were even supposed to breathe when this large man of an alpha was panting up above you. Chest covered in hair, happy trail leading alll the way down to the spot where you two were now connected.

You didn’t even have the chance to scream before you were pounded into, overwhelmed with so much pleasure that your entire body convulsed, You came all over his stomach in a matter of moments. But Mr. Chalamet only chuckled, giving a show of his fangs and running his tongue over his lips. “Already?” he pulled out, so suddenly “But we’re just getting started…”

Notes:

Ahhh my second smut🔪🔪😑😑

#timothee chalamet #smut

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btsqualityy · 3 years

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Assuage: Chapter 19

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

“You did what?!” Taehyung screamed and everyone in the room cringed from the sheer volume of his voice. After the chaos of the day, everyone was gathered in Namjoon and Hyorin’s cabin in an attempt to regroup and discuss what needed to happen next.

“Tae, let it go,” Jungkook whispered but Taehyung shook his head as he looked at his brother.

“Fuck that! I can’t believe you kicked Yoongi hyung out of the pack!” Taehyung yelled.

“It’s what had to be done,” Namjoon shrugged. “His loyalties came into question and I had to make a judgement call.”

“Oh yeah, so damn near choking him out was a part of that judgement call?” Taehyung scoffed.

“What?” You spoke up and everyone looked over at you as you were laid out on the couch, your head placed in Hyorin’s lap as she stroked your hair. “Joon.”

“He put the pack at risk, not to mention the fact that he betrayed you, Y/N-ah and Tae and all of us,” Namjoon pointed out. “Me choking him was honestly the least harmful thing that I could’ve done to him in that moment.”

“But he has nowhere to go and you know that!” Taehyung chastised.

“That’s not my fault Taehyung,” Namjoon spat back.

“Yeah well, you’re no better than Seo-hyun then,” Taehyung snorted and everyone in the room froze.

“Tae Tae,” Jimin tsked in disapproval but Namjoon held his hand up, silencing him.

“You know Tae, I realize that as our spoiled younger brother, the concept of responsibility may be lost on you but to me, it’s not,” Namjoon started. “As Pack Alpha, it is my job to ensure this pack’s safety. That means you, Y/N-ah, my mate, my pups, and everyone else that belongs to this pack.”

“So that means you would kick a member of this pack out if you thought that they endangered it? Even by accident?” Taehyung questioned.

“Yes, because that’s what has to be done sometimes,” Namjoon shot back. “Making difficult choices is what comes along with being Pack Alpha and it’s hard but you do what needs to be done in order to preserve the futures of the people who trust you. It’s a thankless job but I do it, without hesitation or reservation, because I fucking care and the last thing that I need is bullshit flack from one of the main people that I’m trying to look out for.”

“Joon hyung,” Taehyung tried to say but Namjoon swiftly turned his back and walked over to the front door, yanking it open and storming out. Hobi looked over at Hyorin and after receiving a nod from her, followed behind him and shut the door as he left.

“God, I can’t believe him,” Taehyung huffed as he began to pace back and forth around the living room.

“That was a low blow Taehyung, and you know it,” you admonished him. “Joon just did what he thought was best.”

“And you know how he can get sometimes,” Hyorin added. “Joon’s extremely intelligent but he’s still an Alpha and you know how Alphas react when they or the people that they care about have been threatened.”

“That’s no excuse though,” Taehyung replied.

“It’s just different for Alphas, Tae,” Jungkook said. “As much as I don’t agree with what Joon hyung did, I can’t say that I wouldn’t have done the same if I were in his position. It’s about principle.”

“Fuck principle!” Taehyung exclaimed.

“This is all my fault,” you whispered suddenly and everyone immediately looked at you, shaking their heads firmly.

“No, it’s not,” Jin told you. “You fell in love and you can’t be blamed for that.”

“Yeah, but I fell in love with a lone wolf that we didn’t know from a hole in the wall,” you sniffled. “I didn’t even ask him to explain more about his old pack because I didn’t want to be insensitive but look where that got me. Where it got us.”

“It’s not like you knew,” Jimin tried to say. “And don’t blame yourself for trying to be respectful of someone’s trauma, there’s never anything wrong with that.”

“Jimin’s right, you don’t need to beat yourself up over this,” Hyorin agreed.

“But I can’t help but to feel so fucking dumb,” you huffed. “I let him spend my heat with me Hyo, all because my Omega liked his Alpha and I let that cloud my judgement. I should’ve thought things through more and not have rushed into it.”

“You let him spend your heat with you based on what you knew about him at the time,” Hyorin pointed out. “And don’t blame your Omega. Our wolf side doesn’t always follow the same logic as our human side but you know your Omega would never knowingly lead you astray. If your Omega trusted him, it’s because he made you feel like you could.”

“Something is off about all of this,” Taehyung announced suddenly, making everyone look over at him. “This entire situation just isn’t making sense.”

“What are you talking about?” Jin wondered.

“Y/N-ah, did you let Yoongi hyung explain when he came to talk to you?” Taehyung asked and you arched an eyebrow.

“What was there to explain Tae?” You questioned.

“I just don’t know if any of us should be taking Seo-hyun’s word at face value,” Taehyung explained. “We don’t know that there’s any truth to what he said other than him saying it and we all know he’s a liar and a master manipulator.”

“For your information, yes, Yoongi told me himself that he was from Seo-hyun’s pack and that he knew Seo-hyun was the one who killed our parents,” you revealed. “But even if he didn’t, just the fact that he either belonged or still belongs to that pack is enough for me to never want to see his face or smell his scent again.”

“Maybe you should back off a little Tae Tae,” Jimin suggested.

“Fine,” Taehyung huffed, reaching out and grabbing Jungkook’s hand before stalking over to the front door, pausing only to throw it open before stomping out.

“You know, I really think you should calm down,” Jungkook told him as they walked down the front steps of the cabin. “We should head home and get some sleep.”

“You go, I’m gonna go to the Head Hall,” Taehyung shook his head.

“I really don’t think Joon hyung wants to talk right now.”

“No, not to see him,” Taehyung rolled his eyes as he began to walk away from Jungkook. “I’m going to look through some history records.”

“History records?” Jungkook repeated. “History records of what?”

“The Great Pack War,” Taehyung smirked knowingly and Jungkook groaned loudly, knowing that his fiancée was up to something.

“I knew he wasn’t going to let this go,” Jungkook whispered to himself as he followed behind Taehyung.

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Since joining the Kim’s Pack, Yoongi hadn’t allowed himself to reflect back on the 10 years that he spent as a part of Seo-hyun’s pack but as he roamed around the woods carrying only a backpack and a duffle bag full of clothes while trying to find shelter for the night, it was almost as if his mind couldn’t help but to go back to that dark time.

Of course, his life in that pack wasn’t always completely horrible. As a pack comprised mostly of Prime Alphas, they were always seen as desirable so there was always an ample amount of Omegas to fuck and that were willing to treat him like a King. In addition to that, being in a pack with several amazing hunters and builders meant that food was always plentiful and the cabins that they lived in would’ve been the stuff of royalty, if they had been living in medieval times.

However, for every positive thing that Yoongi could remember about that pack, he could counter it with two negative things. Toxic masculinity was the basically the law that Seo-hyun’s pack lived by, and Yoongi couldn’t even remember how many times he had been referred to as weak by Seo-hyun and most of the other Alphas in the pack because he wasn’t a complete asshole like them.

He remembered how they would starve him if he didn’t hunt big enough animals. He remembered how getting into fist fights with other Alphas in the pack was the only way that he could somewhat prove himself and his worth. He could even remember the time when Seo-hyun demanded that he be chained up outside, in the dead of winter, all because he had given a pregnant Omega one of his extra blankets for her nest.

Yoongi’s life had been like a rollercoaster every since the Great Pack War had started and he had thought that maybe he had finally found a stable life that could make him happy with the Kim Pack. Boy, did he feel foolish now.

After walking for over an hour, Yoongi managed to find an abandoned cabin. After searching through it and finding no signs of human or animal life, he set his bags down and began to look through it. The cabin seemed to have been abandoned for a good while, so Yoongi figured that it was as good a place as any to stay while he figured out his next moves.

“I don’t even know what the fuck that would be,” Yoongi muttered to himself as he spread a blanket onto the old, ratty couch that was placed in what Yoongi assumed was once the living room before laying down on top of it. Actually, as he thought about it, Yoongi realized that this was the first time in his life that he had ever been truly alone. Sure, he felt alone after his parents died and he was left in Seo-hyun’s pack, and he had felt alone when he first joined the Kim’s Pack but there was something different about now.

Without any other bodies around, Yoongi found the silence deafening and with only his own thoughts to keep him company, he could only hope that he wouldn’t be forced to be left alone with them for too much longer.

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Hunting Season, Part Three: A Theo Raeken Imagine

Request from Anon: Can I request a Theo x fem! Reader for hunting season? Something along the lines of the reader getting jealous of his obsession with Scott and power and so she does something like stupid and reckless to show Theo she’s the one he should be watching and then he like proves he’s obsessed with her? Kinks I’m into are wax/candle play, choking, hair pulling, biting, spanking, and praise.

So this one is intense. I apologise for nothing. You were warned. Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

There was a candle on the dresser. A blood red, half-melted candle, with a slightly bent wick sitting on the dresser in a glass jar that was still swimming with wax. Y/N imagined it was still warm, having only been extinguished five minutes ago when Theo strode into the bedroom, the door swinging open with such force that a breeze had been the result, capping out the flame.

He was angry. Good. “Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?”

Y/N looked up from her spot, sat on the edge of the bed, big eyes looking at her boyfriend through her lashes. It was an expression she had mastered, one that usually had him in the palm of her hand, both metaphorically and literally. This time, she might have admitted, she may have taken things too far. Someone had very nearly ended up dead. That someone being Scott McCall.

She had known it would annoy Theo, known that he was the one who wanted to kill the Alpha, to take his power, and she had revelled in the fact that her actions would hit a nerve. She was tired of coming second-best to Theo’s obsession with Scott, tired of not having nearly enough attention paid to her, especially in the bedroom department, and so she had wanted to show him just exactly who he was missing out on.

Theo being angry meant that he brought it out in sex, and it was exactly what she wanted.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done? It’ll be a goddamn miracle if Scott trusts me now.”

The exasperation on Theo’s face was exactly what Y/N wanted. It was enough for her to say her next words with conviction, for her to let him know just how she felt. “Well, maybe you should fuck him instead. That might win your little obsession over.” There was venom in her words, spiteful and poisonous, sure to trigger a response from Theo. Sure enough, there was that rage in his eyes, and Y/N felt herself getting wetter, eyes falling to his crotch before going back to his face.

God, she wanted him.

His voice dropped an octave. “Is that what this is about? Am I not paying you enough attention?” Theo crouched down in front of her, hooking a finger underneath her chin and forcing her to look at him. “Are you jealous, Y/N?”

“Immensely.”

Theo stood back up, smirking. “Well, that’s just adorable.” Y/N watched as he walked over to the dresser, hand hovering over the candle. “I’m just going to have to show you how wrong you are, aren’t I?” Y/N tensed, drawing her legs back up onto the bed. She knew where this was going now, and the thrill of it had her begging for his touch.

“So you’re not angry anymore?”

“Oh no, I’m still furious.” Theo picked up the candle, the wax moving in the glass jar. “Consider this a best of both worlds. I show you just how much I love you, but it might get a little rough around the edges.”

Theo’s eyes flitted to Y/N’s crotch, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. This, this was what she wanted. There was an ache in her core that needed him, hard, fast, pain and pleasure mingling into a single sensation. “What do you want me to do?”

“Clothes off, now.” Y/N did as she was told, watching Theo as she shed each item of clothing. One hand was still holding that candle, the other had slipped beneath the waistband of his jeans and was playing with what lay beneath. She was sure he could smell her arousal at seeing him play with himself over her, wanted him to do it towering over her naked body, wanted him to spill himself on her.

When she was completely naked, Theo set down the candle, just for a moment, as he shed himself of his own clothes. Y/N’s mouth watered as she saw his cock, erect, bulging, ready for her. But she had a feeling she wouldn’t be having it just yet. Theo picked up the candle again, and walked over to her. “On your hands and knees.”

Y/N laid on the bed, and she lifted her ass high in the air for Theo. She bit her lip as he ran his hand over each cheek, wanting him to hit her, wanting the pain that was so beautiful that she ached for it every day. She wiggled it, trying to make her intentions clear. Theo chuckled. “Not yet, princess, not yet.”

And then she felt it, that liquid heat as it splashed along her spine. She moaned as Theo continued to pour the wax over her skin. “There we go, Y/N. Keep going.” She knew he was getting off on her moans, on the sounds that left her mouth. “Good girl. You’re so fucking good for me.” Y/N called feel the wax hardening on her skin, pulling it tight. It was nothing compared to the pain that she wanted, but for the moment, it was enough. That was until it stopped. She missed the heat at first, but all plans to complain disappeared when she felt Theo’s lips on her ass.

“You know I adore this ass. This perfect, perfect ass of yours.” Theo’s teeth met her flesh, softly as he nipped at her cheeks, getting lower and lower in each bite until Y/N could feel his tongue flick against her core. She whimpered, having missed this. Missed him toying with her, taking things so slowly before having his way with her completely.

Theo’s hands were on her cheeks, spreading them apart as he dove into her core. He lapped at her, at the wetness that was growing with each flick of his tongue. He was like an animal starved, and continued to eat at her, to suck on her clit, until she came in his mouth. It was blinding, stars before her eyes as she screamed his name. He continued lazily after that, letting Y/N come down from that high. She was in bliss, utter bliss and then-

There was sharp sting on her ass, and she screamed again, her throat raw. Theo’s tongue had left her core now, and she twisted her head around to see him on his knees, hand raised, ready to spank her again. He caught a glimpse of her and smirked before releasing his second blow. She knew there would be handprints in the morning but she didn’t care. Not as she felt that pleasurable plain once again, not as Theo praised her. “You’re so good, Y/N, so good. Do you want me now? Do you think I’ve played with you enough? Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

Y/N could feel his cock pressing between her ass cheeks, and moaned at the contact, rubbing herself up and down it. Theo growled as she spoke. “I want your cock inside me, Theo. I want you to go deep until you can’t go any further. I want you to hurt me. I want everything.”

Theo’s hand found its way to her neck, and Y/N shivered at the thrill of knowing how he would choke her. The other hand grabbed her hair, pulling it back hard as Theo thrust himself into her from behind. She screamed, the loudest out of all her screams tonight. There was no hesitation in Theo’s movements, no making sure that she could accommodate him, just hard and fast, rough and demanding.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

Y/N would have answered if two of Theo’s fingers weren’t in her mouth, the others wrapped around her neck. Not too tight to cut off her airways completely, but tight enough for both of them to get off on. She could feel Theo’s balls slapping against her skin as his thrusts became more and more violent, feel his cock inside of her, scraping against her inner walls as he buried himself to the hilt.

Her breathing became rapid as that knot built in her stomach, release coming too soon. She moved off from her elbows, gripping the headboard instead. Theo could feel her approaching her release, growling and pulling her hair tighter as she clenched around him. “Come for me, Y/N. Come all over my cock.”

That was all she needed. The sound that came out of Y/N’s mouth wasn’t human as Theo sped up, helping her along. When she came, head hanging low, Theo bent over her, lips brushing her ear as he spoke. His breathing was laboured as he said, “Where do you want me?”

On hearing her answer, Y/N felt Theo slide out of her. Not long after, there was a warmth on her back as he spilled himself on her skin. The bed moved as Theo climbed off it, and Y/N rolled over, spent. She could see Theo out of the corner of her eye, see his cock hanging between his legs, glistening with her essence. He picked up a towel and threw it at her, smiling, anger having gone and replaced by the contentment that came from the two of them fucking.

Of course, that didn’t mean Y/N wasn’t going to make him angry ever again.

Especially when she considered the result.

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#teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf smut #teen wolf imagine #theo raeken #theo raeken imagines #theo raeken imagine #theo raeken smut #theo raeken x reader #hunting season #cody christian

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timidgarden7 · 2 years

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After escaping from the city the twins reached to the mysterious base when no one even knows besides them.

Felon: I hope this will satisfied mother.

Fiera: Gee... I wonder why she need them... Probably for some ---.

...: I see that you bring up the rainbow balls

The twins surprised when they heard it. The voice sounds cold yet beautiful. It probably belonged to woman. They realized who it was and crouch in respect when they heard that.

Felon: Yes

...: And beat up almost all of the heroes

Fiera: Um... Yeah.

...: You got defeated by Sharon, the leader of the Fountain City

Fiera surprised when she heard that. The person knew about her loss to the yellow - purple train.

Fiera: Yeah... I would beat her... If she...

...: You wouldn't... She have Alpha Train power which is very ancient and mysterious. She almost crushed up you and she would do that again. You underestimated her my dear and that's what resulted your loss.

Felon: In the end I knock her off by dashing. The blue train...

...: He also have Alpha Train power too Felon. It makes him a tough opponent. You also made a big mistake too... You weren't supposed to interview with them. But maybe that's good...

Felon got surprised by the last words.

Felon: What do you mean mother? Can you explain that?

The mysterious figure show itself and smiled evily.

...: I found out that Kay also suffered from memory loss which could be his weak point and we need to use it against him. He doesn't remembered the things from the past so he is easy target to manipulate. I will do what you cannot achieve and he doesn't trust you.

Felon: I understood, but if he is that strong like you said then how are we gonna defeat him. Should we train more?

...: Hmmmm... Follow me

Both twins: *nods thier head and follow her*

They followed her until they reached the destination by their master.

...: Drink this *gives them a small bottles with the liquid*

Fiera: What's that?

...: Don't worry... It's not the poison. This will make you much stronger and faster. Your layer will be stronger and resistant to the attacks.

Fiera: Wow...

Felon: Thank you Nyx...

Nyx: Okay... Now drink.

The twins drink and felt much stronger than before.

Felon: That's what I'm talking about!

Fiera: Get ready for rematch Sharon, because this time you will be the crushed one...

Nyx: Don't waste your time and test your layer.

Both: Yes...

After the twins left she started to talk to herself.

Nyx: Those Fountain Heroes got new allies. That wouldn't stop me too. Soon they will fear my wreath and their world will be nothing but ashes. Who knows... Maybe even the other robot trains world would be destroyed as well *laugh maniacally*.

"To be continued"

Felon and Fiera belongs to: @mica-mice

#robot trains #robot trains oc #humanization #season 2

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kiki-shortsnout · 3 years

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For intimacy prompts: #27 hugs from behind for Ironstrange! ❤️💙 I’ve been loving all of these fics so far!

Me again! I swear, you're all going to get sick of me writing all these snippet prompts! 🤣🤣

Another warning for Alpha/ Omega and Mpreg!

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‘There you are.’

‘You say that like you don’t know where I am at every given moment of the day,’ Tony grumbled, not moving from where he was hunched over the desk in the bedroom, tinkering with his latest project. Stephen ignored his irritability, knowing his Omega was uncomfortable and exhausted.

Switching his Kamar-Taj robes for a worn t-shirt and sweatpants, Stephen directed the Cloak out of the room with a head nod, wanting some alone time.

‘Of course I know where you are. I wouldn’t be a very good mate if I didn’t,’ Stephen answered, placing his hands on the back of Tony’s chair and hooking his chin over his shoulder. With gentle hands, he encouraged Tony forward in the wooden chair, stroking his fingers up and down his Omega’s spine, counting each vertebra as he went. Magic pooled in his hands as he swept his hands over a muscled back, trying to ease whatever tension Tony was carrying.

‘I swear, Wong is worse than all of your ninja minions you have shadowing me,’ Tony laughed, groaning at the touch.

‘Apprentices, Tony, not ninja minions-’

‘Ninja apprentices then. You’ve got good timing, I think I’ve finished, You want to see?’ Tony asked, curving his head back against Stephen’s shoulder, exposing his vulnerability in such an effortless way. It created feelings of contentment, which spread through Stephen like fine lace, soft, delicate, subtle. This was an intimate spot for Omegas as it held their bonding glands, but for Tony, who had been seized and strangled in such a fragile area time and time again, it held a deeper meaning.

Omegas did not relinquish their trust easily, did not offer themselves to any Alpha they did not deem worthy, and Tony had more reasons than most not to trust any of them. Reaching down, Stephen ran the edge of his nose down the column of his throat, kissing the bite mark in the hollow of it with an infinitesimal brush of his lips.

‘Show me,’ he whispered against Tony’s skin.

A delicate clinking noise made him look up, and he felt his eyes widen at the complexity of the crib mobile Tony had made. He knew his mate had been driven to boredom constantly during his pregnancy, trying to hide his frustrated tears while biting down on the angry retorts he wanted to inflict on those who cared about him.

The safety of their pup came before everything else in Tony’s mind. They had known pregnancy would put stress on Tony’s body, that it would be difficult because of his age and the lasting repercussions that had come from having the arc reactor wedged inside his ribcage. Still, Tony had wanted to try, and Stephen had never been able to deny his obstinate mate anything.

It pained him watching Tony give up the things he had loved, the Iron Man suit, his place on the Avengers team, creating in his workshop. Stephen had tried to find safer ways for him to invent, but the Omega was having none of it, his singular focus keeping their pup safe.

Reaching down, Stephen cupped a fragile-looking wing in his hand, tilting it so the sunlight caught the turquoise glass, sending little splinters of sea-green light over Tony’s hands. Every individual butterfly was intricately wrought, the shimmering metal lattice encasing the glass membrane of wings.

‘Tony, it’s beautiful,’ Stephen whispered, picking up the steel ring the glass butterflies were all attached to by delicate chains, lifting it above his head so he could hear the jingling of the mobile as it moved in the wind, marveling at the cascading butterflies that Tony had spent months crafting.

‘Only the best for our little butterfly,’ Tony told him, preening and turning in his chair so he could point at the hook above the crib in the corner of the bedroom.

It had become a shared joke between them, Tony ridiculing Stephen’s superpower ability to create butterflies.

You were the one who tried to stop Thanos with butterflies!

To something more meaningful.

What does it feel like? The pup moving inside you?

I don’t know… like I’ve swallowed some of your magic butterflies.

‘I’d do it but I’m sure I’ll get told off for trying, and the last time I handed the Cloak something it dropped it,’ Tony laughed, waving Stephen away.

He did as his Omega bid, holding his cargo with care as he walked over to the crib, hanging the mobile and then looking back, crossing his arms over his chest as he made a thoughtful noise.

‘I dunno, Tony, what if the pup prefers little cups of coffee or something?’

‘Bite me, asshole,’ Tony grumbled, getting out of his chair. ‘You said coffee was fine while I’m pregnant.’

‘One cup a day I said. I heard all about your screaming match with Wong the other day,’ Stephen chuckled, reaching into the crib to reposition the cuddly elephant Peter had gotten the pup.

‘You’re all working against me…keeping me from my coffee,’ Tony spat, grimacing as he took a step forward, swaying on his feet.

Stephen immediately reached out for him, leaping forward before he froze, cowering under the glare he received for his trouble.

‘I’m not trying to be overprotective. I know you can look after yourself, but I’d feel better if you were off your feet, douchebag. I know you’re uncomfortable-’

‘Understatement of the year,’ Tony growled.

‘Sweetheart, you’re handling it so well, honestly. Come on, come sit down with me on the couch. I’ve not seen you in a while and I missed you, please?’

Tony relented at that, not because of any Omega instinct to please their Alpha, but because he knew Stephen did miss him when he was away with the other Masters of the Mystic Arts. They both understood that Stephen was keeping the world safe from interdimensional threats, but that didn’t stop the pain at being apart, especially now Tony was carrying.

‘You big softy,’ Tony relented, walking across their bedroom to the couch and sitting sideways on it, patting behind himself. Stephen settled in behind him, resting his back on the armrest of the couch before encouraging Tony to recline back into his chest, cradled by his legs.

His chest rumbled in something akin to a growl, nothing close to the noises an Omega could make when they were content and happy, but the meaning behind it was the same. Tony let out a satisfied sleepy noise, going boneless in Stephen’s grip, all but purring as trembling hands reached down to stroke over his stomach.

Stephen felt something nudge back against his touch, and he smiled, kissing the crown of Tony’s head, using the same spell he had earlier to sweep across the swell of Tony’s stomach. The Omega’s skin glistened gold where magic seeped into his muscles, relaxing any of the strain.

At times like this, Stephen couldn’t believe his good fortune. He’d never wanted an Omega in his younger days, obsessed with his standing and career path, and he hadn’t wanted to be tied down by an Omega, hadn’t wanted a committed relationship. He had been satisfied with being alone, of not being beholden to his impulses, his baser desires. Even if a little voice had whispered at him during the melancholy afternoons of playing piano by himself, that had been soon drowned out by work and social obligations, a quick fling with whoever took his fancy.

After his accident, the idea of being damaged, of being a fractured Alpha, had been too much for him to bear and he couldn’t consider finding a mate. Tony thrust himself into his life after their battle with Thanos, had demanded that Stephen stop thinking such detrimental things. Tony knew how it felt, how the societal expectations placed on Omegas mirrored what Stephen struggled with.

Omegas were meant to be caregivers, produce children while caring for their Alphas. Times had changed since then, but not the pressures or the expectations. Now, they were meant to have careers while producing offspring, juggling multiple obligations while still caring for their Alpha.

There were the toxic Alpha expectations too. Alphas were meant to provide for their mates, to guard and protect, offer support, financial security. Any deviation from this, any feelings of caring or nurturing projected an image of an unworthy Alpha. It was just as restrictive, just as demeaning, but none of them spoke up about it.

Tony nuzzled closer to him as he let out a sleepy whine, twisting so he laid on his side, trying to get closer but his stomach preventing it. Stephen accommodated his mate the best he could, allowing Tony to rest his head against the gland in his neck, as close as he could get to his natural scent.

He couldn’t smell himself, but Tony had once told him he smelt wonderful. It wasn’t something he could put into words, just like Stephen couldn’t explain his. Scents weren’t easily defined by a simple word, they were complex, evoking memories or feelings within individuals rather than smelling like everyday objects.

‘Safe,’ Tony muttered, exhaling heavily, succumbing to his exhaustion. Gentle, puffing snores fanned over Stephen’s chest from where his Omega’s head drooped on it, and he gently repositioned Tony’s head so it could rest flat on his chest. He was determined to let his mate rest, especially knowing it was in such short supply at the moment.

The idea that this Omega, this remarkable man had come to him, a broken Alpha made Stephen want to weep. It was Tony who began the courtship ritual, a complicated dance of gift giving and demonstrations of worthiness that the Alpha should have initiated.

Tony had never been conventional.

‘Tony, I can’t give you what you want, I’m-’

‘What? Broken? Newsflash, Doc, I’ve been shattered and remade so many times I’m not sure how much of me is left. Tell me no if you don’t want me, refuse my advances if you don’t want me to court you, but don’t tell me how I feel, or decide your worth because of what society tells you.’

Tony had trusted him with his heart, a rare gift considering those who had hurt him in the past. A snarling growl ripped its way out of his throat at the thought of those who had betrayed him, those who were meant to care for him and tried to forge him into something new, a creature neither Alpha nor Omega. His rational mind quickly suppressed his baser instincts as he felt Tony react to it, drawing away from him, his hands reaching down to protect his stomach.

‘Easy, sweetheart, it’s just me. You’re safe,’ Stephen whispered, reaching down to rub his jaw over Tony’s forehead, scenting him, reassuring them both that everything was fine.

Seeing movement at the door, he glanced up, suppressing his initial annoyance. The Cloak slipped through and shut the door silently behind it, gesturing towards the bed.

Nodding, Stephen watched as it floated over to pick up his novel, bringing it over and pushing it into his palm. It turned, appearing to regard Tony for a moment before gesturing with its hem. Chuckling, he nodded, allowing the Cloak to move closer. The edges of it fluttered over Tony’s stomach, not enough to wake him, communicating silently that it was here, that it would guard their pup.

You can rest on him. You know he likes it, Stephen sent telepathically, flicking his fingers at the book and making it levitate beside the couch, turning to the page he’d been at days ago. The Cloak settled over them both, cocooning them, the warmth unbearable for Stephen but a reassurance for Tony, who snuggled closer to them both, falling deeper into sleep.

Tangling his fingers in Tony’s messy hair to hold him steady, the other hand resting on his stomach in protection, Stephen began to read his story, basking in the contentment of having his family nearby, the chimes of the butterfly mobile soon lulling him off to sleep.

#ironstrange #fanfic #thank you for the ask!#writing prompts #alpha/omega #mpreg #stephen strange #tony stark

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uzumak1dump · 3 years

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OCTOBER 10

ok so i just have a quick n super random naruhina headcanon inspired by slater and kryz (they are really a cute couple, i somehow see naruhina in them, particularly in this gif). you can find the original instagram post where i saw this here :)

Patience.

One of the things the great and powerful hero of the world has failed to master through and through.

He hates it. To wait, that is.

The 3 intense minutes between him and the ramen cup noodles to be ready? He hates it.

When the class went outside for the traditional shinobi sparring and Iruka sensei decided to go alphabetical for that day? He was bored to high heavens waiting for others to finish. He just wants to kick the Uchiha brat and get his payback. Maybe fart in his face or something.

When he was pinned to the ground, in full restraint by the black rods all over his arms and legs, and had nothing left to do but stare and wait for her. To stand up, run away, and never come back. He wanted her to go and leave him be. But she’s iron-willed. Very, very stubborn. Kind of reminds him of a young blonde kid with paint smears on his face.

He was rarely assigned on stealth missions. That says a lot right?

As if the world hates him, he was told that patience goes beyond the life of a shinobi but it also comes in different forms. Great, he thought. He wasn’t even able to master the shinobi thing and now it has variants. Just great.

He tried though. Mastering the big one.

Hinata was in her third trimester. She’s grumpy, swollen, and… well, she’s kinda scary. Not the bad scary but you know… the alpha mom who kicks the shit out of everyone who tries to lay hands on her youngs-kind of scary. In this case, her cinnamon rolls. She was also on her nightly routine of cry spells.

“Naruto-kun…”

He hummed in acknowledgement as he flipped another page of the tax book Iruka sensei told him to study. He already knows what this is all about but he pretends he didn’t. For the fourth time.

When a minute had passed and he had not heard his wife’s voice, he looked up. A small figure lurked behind his office door.

“What is it now, Hina?”

Hinata never failed to notice a single change in her husband ever since she decided to look up at him back in the academy, and she certainly did not fail to pick up the slightest hint of annoyance in his voice now.

“I-i… I just want to say sorry…”

Naruto put the book down and stared at the looming figure of his pregnant wife.

“Okay. Go back to sleep.”

He looked back at the book and started taking down notes again. He can’t waste another hour of sweet coaxing. His quarterly assessment is tomorrow, no, actually, it’s today and he still hasn't finished studying. He went home after a long meeting with the kages. Kakashi sensei thought it would be good for him to be exposed as early as possible to such kind of setting. When he got home, he was expecting for his wife to be asleep, only to be berated and accused of cheating. Apparently, Hinata found the kunzite necklace given to him by a princess he escorted on one of his missions. In his defense, he only keeps it because it reminds him of his wife. Which seems to be the wrong option now. The small argument rapidly turned into wildfire. He was tired and she was grumpy. Too many hurtful words have been thrown at each other and there’s no way to take it back now. He stepped out of the house for a minute to catch some air. This is the first time he uses distance as a response. He usually is one to talk about their problems but his patience is running thin, too, ya know. And Hinata has been increasingly stubborn for the past few days. She just wouldn’t listen to him.

After a good hour outside, 3 bowls of ramen and small talk with Teuchi, Naruto went home. He made sure to bring home a bowl of ramen for Hinata, too. A peace offering, if you will. He was met with a hug and sobs of regret upon entering their genkan.

“I-i didn’t mean to accuse you of cheating… i t-trust y-you, Naruto-kun… so much... ”

He gently set down the bag of ramen and completely enveloped his wife with his two arms. She shifted closer and he looked down at her.

“I will never do that to you, Hina. I love you so damn much. Don’t ever think of that again. Okay?”

He leaned in for a kiss. The remnants of her tears slightly brushed against his cheeks. He spent the other hour talking her to sleep.

She was down for a good 15 minutes when she woke up and sat beside him on the kitchen table. He was studying there because the couch in his office is too convincing. He set aside his book and his notepad and made some tea for her. After small talks of reassurance, she said she will go to bed already, only to be back after 30 minutes. I really need to study now, Hinata, he thought. He guided her back to bed and lay beside her. Maybe this will work. He pulled her closer and buried his face in her hair. God, he loves his wife so much. Even though she keeps testing the bajeezus out of him these past few days. He decided to close his eyes for a while. Maybe he needed to rest, too.

He shot his eyes wide open. Damn it! He looked at the clock on their bedside table. It’s already 3 am. I slept for an hour! Naruto slowly detaches himself from Hinata, making sure he does not wake his sleeping wife as he carefully leaves their room. He went downstairs and immediately picked up where he left from.

It was going well. Although, he only has 7 hours or so to study. Maybe if he uses a clone he could finish this early. But he is still too tired and truth be told, he just wanted to take everything away and sleep on the table. A slap to the cheek and one to the other. No. The Jounin exam is near. If he fails this assessment, Iruka sensei might postpone his recommendation again.

“Naruto-kun…”

Oh god. He turned around and saw Hinata standing beside the kitchen counter.

“Hina, baby, you know it’ll be bad for Bolt if you don’t get enough sleep, right?”

Her nose scrunches and her fingers fidgets the hem of his shirt. Yes. His. She had taken up the hobby of wearing his clothes nowadays. She said it was more comfortable than all the other pregnancy clothes Hanabi bought for her.

“I… i just thought you left me because I made you mad tonight… i’m s-sorry, Naruto-kun...”

He let out a small sigh before standing up.

“I’m not mad anymore, baby. Please, go to sleep now.”

“C-can you stay with me for a while?”

He looked back at his book and then back to his wife. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. He just smiled and kissed her in the forehead.

“Sure.”

He made sure to quietly sneak out for the second time. All these stunts and he might be able to beat the best shinobis on a stealth mission already. He decided to move to his home office. It’s almost 4 am and he hasn't done any progress. And yet, here she is again. For the fourth time.

“Are you sure you are not mad at me?”

“No. Go back to sleep.”

“But you… you sound mad.”

“Well, I’m not! I got things to do, Hina! Can you please just leave me alone?!”

He saw her lips quivered, her hands fisted, covering her mouth. A soft sniff linger in the air before she’s gone, running away from the office and slamming the bedroom door. He rubbed his temple with both his hands.

Uzumaki Naruto still has a lot to learn about patience.

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He heard it. The soft coos traveling with the cold air. His senses have never been this sharp. Even without his sage mode, he knows. He just knows. He can feel him. Whenever, wherever.

He opened his eyes and was welcomed with the sight of a princess in quiet slumber. He knows how Hinata hates the way she looks when she sleeps. She said it was too unlady-like or whatever the hell that means. He loved the way her mouth opened a bit. Or how her hair sticks on the side of her face. He loved it when she hogs the blanket from him or when she talks in her sleep. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips before quietly hopping out of bed.

It was already 4 in the morning. Normally, Hinata would be awake by now but Hinata has been busy helping in the Hokage office because Shikamaru has to stay in Suna for a while and Kakashi sensei needs someone with a strong background on political affairs. Best bet? Uzumaki Hinata. Naruto, on the other hand, has been in endless meetings and hokage trainings. It was almost 10 when they both knocked on the Hyuga compound so they could fetch their son and thank Hiashi and Hanabi for taking care of Boruto. Naruto suggested they just go home and go see Boruto in the morning instead but Hinata is Hinata and she insists she will sleep better when Boruto is home with them. It took them an hour to make Boruto go back to sleep before he awakens the whole village with his black volt crying.

Naruto quietly opened the door to his son’s room. Immediately recognizing someone’s presence in the room, Boruto lifted his little hands and his legs shifted in either excitement or who knows. This baby is a one rollercoaster of emotion. He can never read his son the way his mom used to.

“Hey, Bolt. Why are you awake?”

Boruto’s nose scrunches. Just like how his mom does. Everyone keeps saying how their son is a carbon copy of him. Yeah, maybe he got the looks but he definitely inherited his mother’s quirks.

“I thought I heard you crying? Are you having a bad dream?”

He said as he carefully rearranged the pillows around his son. And as if on cue, Boruto’s lips turned into a frown and the sound of a crying baby resonated in the Uzumaki household. Naruto immediately took Bolt in his arms with his head resting on the crook of his neck. After a pattern of sniffs and a bit of sways here and there, Boruto fell asleep again. He cries like his mom and definitely has a sore spot for his neck just like his mom.

“You are so alike… You and your mom, you know that…”

He whispered to his son who is now fisting his shirt, which is also a quirk Hinata unconsciously does. He was about to put him down when a shocking weep reverberated on his ears.

“I thought you were sleeping, Bolt.”

Boruto only cries harder and Naruto has no other choice but keep him in his arms.

“You know your mom has been really working hard, we don’t want her waking up now, don’t we? And dad is kinda tired, too.”

Boruto sniffs and cries again. Yeah, maybe those people saying his son is a complete mini-Naruto is on to something. He definitely passed down his stubbornness to his first child. He checked his diaper for the haunted treasure. His son is definitely a level 89 poop monster. Seriously. He only eats soft foods and drinks milk and half the time he’s asleep or crying, where does all of that stuff come from?! He let out a sigh of relief when he found it clean. Last thing he wanted to do is create more mess by attempting to clean his little poop machine.

Oh wait.

Maybe he’s hungry.

“Are you hungry? Let’s go downstairs and have some nom-noms, a’right?”

Naruto set him down on his high chair. Boruto immediately stopped crying. Yeah, maybe he is just hungry. Everything was going well. Boruto finished his food. Naruto cleaned him up. They even play a little, you know, just to tire the little boy out. Boruto let out a small yawn. Yes! It worked, he thought.

“Alright, let’s put you to bed again, Mister.”

Heaven must have been testing him again because right when they were about to enter Boruto’s room, the little boy came crying and kicking. With the fear of waking up his wife, Naruto went downstairs again.

“Bolt, what do you want?”

Naruto sat down on the couch with her son sitting on his lap. He’s looking at his son with pleading eyes hoping he can somehow, though impossible, get the message. Boruto, with his disheveled hair, eyes and cheeks red from his outburst, only looks back at him with a blank face.

“We already ate and played. Why don’t you want to go back to sleep? Daddy is super tired now. I don’t know what else to do.”

He saw his lips quivered, his hands fisted in his shirt. A soft sniff came out.

And then another.

He smiled to himself.

This looks too familiar.

“You are really so much like your mom.”

Naruto wiped the tears off his son’s face before standing up and slowly settling Boruto in his arms. He kissed his forehead, and then his cheeks. Music, he remembered. He turned on the speaker and played one of Hinata’s playlist. Hinata loves to play classical music before she sleeps or when she works. It calms me, she said.

Just as expected, Boruto dozed off before he even knew it.

“So much like your mom…”

Warm hands circled his waist. He turned around and found his wife in his nightgown, her eyes closed, her face softly resting on his arms, smiling like an angel she is.

“Hey…”

“Did we wake you?”

“Hmm…”

“Thank you, Hinata.”

The warmth on his shoulder was gone as Hinata moved to face him and their son, still sleeping in between his arms. She lightly traced his son’s cheek and smiled at Naruto.

“For what?”

“For everything...”

“For loving me. For giving me a family. For being with me even if I'm unbearable.”

"Or unreasonable. Or always burning food."

"Yeaaaah... and that."

Naruto chuckled softly and Hinata only smiled as she cupped her husband’s face. Naruto kissed her palm.

“Thank you for teaching me patience.”

Hinata, with her heart overflowing with happiness, reached out for her husband, standing on her toes to kiss him. Boruto let out a loud sigh as he comfortably shifted in his father’s arm, still sleeping. Naruto and Hinata shared a look before laughing.

“I love you, Naruto-kun…”

“Happy Birthday.”

#naruhina #uzumaki family #happy birthday naruto #hinata hyuga #uzumaki naruto #i have 2 major exams tomorrow but i just need to let this out #huhuhu good nite people #and happy naruto dork day

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Too Good for Grey

A/N: Sooo this is a fic that I’ve had in mind ever since I first posted my list of Imagine Ideas a while ago! Though I know Charlie’s decision not to play the role of Christian Grey is what was best for him, part of me will always be heartbroken that we all missed out on 50 Shades of Hunnam 😭💔 In this fic you’re his girlfriend; he’s considering the role and you let him... practice in the bedroom 😏

Pairing: Charlie Hunnam x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!Charlie, blindfold, bondage, punishment, light flogging (just with his belt, nothing too intense) Request: No specific request, but there’s been demand for a Part 2 of Red Carpet Rogue and I decided to write this fic as a sequel to it!

Word Count: ~3.4k

[Please read Red Carpet Rogue first if you haven’t yet! Otherwise the second paragraph won’t make much sense without that reference...]

You love mornings like this one. Lazy weekends with your boyfriend, hottest man under the sun. Completely chill and easy and carefree, nowhere to be. No work, no plans. You’re seated in his lap feeding him pancakes from your fork, since that’s the only way to get your man to focus on his breakfast. Charlie’s hands are fully occupied, roving and reckless, moving all over your robe and deep inside. Clearly still riding high from such a scandalously sexy night.

You push another forkful past his lips, then playfully lean in to lick some syrup from his chin as it so sweetly drips. His stubble tickles, causing you to giggle, while he growls and tightens his grip on your hips. “Mmm...” he hums, digging into your skin with his thumbs. “You know I still can’t get over just how fucking awesome last night was, Y/N. Thinking we should invest in a stretch of red carpet to relive it over and over again.”

“Hmm, I like the way you’re thinking...” you respond, settling deeper in his lap and slowly sinking, till you feel your man’s enormous cock grind up against your cunt. Heat burning through your silk robe and his sweatpants. “God, you were so fucking dominant. More than you’ve ever been.”

“That a good thing?” the bastard asks you, as if he has to, bursting into laughter when you shoot him a glare of the fuck do you think?!? Your dom/sub dynamic is not a new thing. “Well, chalk it up to this new script that I’m considering. Came my way yesterday before we headed out for the evening.”

He gestures at the stack of papers on the counter behind him just now, which you hadn’t noticed all morning somehow. You blink at the title printed on the front page and cannot believe what you’re seeing. Basically stop breathing. “Oh, wow...”

Charlie flashes a cheeky grin as he gets off on your reaction. Can’t resist making a stupid dirty pun, ‘cause he’s the worst. Rubbing his crotch harder against yours as he says the words. “Yeah, who could’ve seen that coming.”

“Now if you’re gonna start talking dirty to me, Mr. Hunnam... you’d better be ready to act on it,” you warn him, well aware he’s been ready and raring to go all damn morning. “I know you’d slay this role but don’t know if you really want it, to be honest.”

He shrugs as he kisses stray drops of maple syrup from the corners of your mouth. “Yeah, I’ve got my doubts. But haven’t ruled it out. Think some part of me wants it. Luckily I’ve got the greatest girlfriend in the world to help me work through my decision-making process.”

“Well, should we call it work...” your lips curve into a seductive smirk, “...or play?”

At those words, Charlie’s cock fucking jerks. That’s your answer, of course. Better than anything he can say.

And you’re so fucking ready to meet Mr. Grey.

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“You sure about this, babe?” he asks as you hastily finish your pancakes. You’re hungry for something quite different, for fuck’s sake. Your pussy’s so wet that it practically aches. “It’s not like we have a red room...”

“But we do have a very nice bedroom,” you tell him. He’s trying to stall and you’re not gonna let him. You’re ready to go. “Plus we’ve got, you know—silk scarves and ties, a closet full of all kinds of hardware supplies. So I’m sure you can... improvise.”

Charlie’s still acting as if he has to think twice. Blinks twice, with an excited little twinkle in his eyes. “Somebody’s eager...”

“Somebody? Both of us, baby. You know you can’t wait for this either.”

“I just want to make sure you’re ready...”

“Charlie, I know you’ll take things slow and steady. I trust you completely,” you reassure him as you kiss his cheek softly and sweetly. “Besides, we’ll rely on the traffic lights code. Red for stop, yellow for ease it up. Green for go. They used those safewords in the books, right? Never read them so I don’t really know.”

“Then how do you know what—”

“Know what Fifty Shades even involves? Love, I’m not some kind of pop culture idiot,” you interrupt, taking his hand to guide him down the halls. You’re really not about to let him stand and stall. “And I may have looked up... a few things on Google. Being such a kinky bitch and all. Brainstorming new ways to play the role of your submissive little slut.”

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he grunts as he finally gives in to what he wants, suddenly slipping into dom mode all at once. Changing his tone, making you moan, slamming you up against the wall. Towering over you so big and strong and tall. “Who would’ve thought... who knew that’s what my sweet little girl is up to when you’re clicking away on your laptop? Googling filthy ways for me to fuck you up?”

You groan in desire as his dirty words start a fire. “Ch-Charlie...”

He reacts just as you knew he would, and his dominance feels so damn good. Last night he scolded you just the same, when you called him by name. “What the fuck do you call me?”

“Sir,” you instantly answer. Obviously. Filled with the urge to say more, like a good proper whore, since you feel more submissive than ever before. Thirsty for fifty shades of Charlie. “Thank you for reminding me, sir. I’m so sorry.”

“You better be,” he chides, sliding his hands down your shivering sides, then swiftly untying your robe and letting it fall open wide. His touch upon your skin is hot as hell and fucking heavenly. “Your place in life is to obey. Do as I say. To serve and pleasure me.”

“Yes, sir,” you whimper, breathing heavily, as he cradles your face in his dominant fingers. “I promise I’ll always remember.”

You’ve known it to be true, since the day you first met him: Charlie Hunnam owns you, and you fucking let him. You’re fated to live for his pleasure and love him forever.

He reads all of the thoughts in your head as he slowly lets go of your face, slaying you with his blazing blue gaze. Though you moan at the loss of his fingers, the power and passion of his touch still lingers. You can feel it all over your sensitive skin. Fifty shades of pure sin.

And you love it. Want every damn shade of it. Already so addicted to the deep submissive state you’re in.

The next words that he speaks... make you so fucking weak. Mr. Grey has most certainly come out to play. And he is here to stay. To make you fifty shades of horny. “That’s a good little whore. Gonna give you the punishment you’ve been so desperately hoping for. Now run off to the bedroom and wait for me... facing away from the open door... naked and down on your knees.”

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Yes, sir. Yes, please. You’re pretty sure your cunt is leaking all over the floor as you obey your master’s orders, flinging your robe off your shoulders, stripping down and sitting back upon your heels.

It’s not the first time Charlie’s ordered you to kneel—but this right now... just hits different somehow. He’s so hot it’s unreal, too dominant for you to even deal. And you’re obsessed with how insanely good it feels.

You’ve already lost track of just how long you’ve waited. Heart racing, breath bated. How much time has passed? It may have been two minutes or two hundred. You just know that once your man arrives at last, he’ll be all set to give you everything you’ve wanted.

The moment when he finally comes... you feel his presence from across the room. Exuding vibes of absolute alpha male dom. And you’re so desperate to receive all of that energy from him. You can’t believe how blessed you are to be his woman. Here experiencing fifty shades of Hunnam.

Though you’re dying to turn behind you toward the door to see how good he surely looks right now, you stop yourself somehow. Keep both hands resting on your thighs, with lowered eyes, head bowed. Still and silent, though self-conscious that you are breathing incredibly loud. You’re so fucking aroused.

As Charlie takes a few deliberate steps toward you... rests his hand against your head, stroking your hair and tenderly twining his fingers through... you already feel dead. Can’t stop some smutty sound from slipping out your slutty little mouth.

He then reaches around, to trace his thumb across your bottom lip, shifting his grip before you can even attempt to kiss his fingertips. Needs you to know that you are not to make a sound, till he allows. That he owns you without a fucking doubt.

He’s owning you now with the tone of his voice and the touch of his hand. “Y/N. I need you to understand... that you are mine to command.”

“Yes, sir,” you breathlessly answer. And the slut in you compulsively reacts, tilting your head back, in an effort to make eye contact. Dying to look up at his gorgeous face, to meet his gaze, as you profess the shameless fact: that you belong to him, in every way and always...

And yet your man has other plans. Prevents you from catching a glimpse of him before you even can. He had arrived with something in his hands—a strip of cloth, some kind of tie or scarf, silken and soft. He masterfully fastens it around your eyes the moment that your head tilts back, and suddenly your vision fades to black.

“Now that’s no way for a good little slut to act,” Charlie scolds, as he tightens your blindfold. “Shifting from your position? Moving without my permission?”

Ugh God, he’s so hot you could die. “I...”

“Don’t tell me you’re sorry. I’m sick of your worthless apologies. High time I teach you a lesson in proper submission.”

“Ohh, sir—” you moan as he pulls you closer, till the back of your head rubs against the huge bulge in his crotch. The prize that you crave so fucking much. The object of your dreams. You can tell that he’s wearing your favorite jeans, and his cock is so hard it’s obscene, bursting out of the seams.

Then he effortlessly hoists you onto your feet, the bare skin of your back sliding up against his upper body—shirtless, naturally—so that you can feel every firm ridge of his muscles and all of his raw carnal heat. “Now I know what you want... but what’s much more important... I know what you need.”

Those words murder your cunt, and it feels like time stops. Then the next thing you know Charlie has you facedown on the bed, both arms over your head. And he’s tying you up. Binding both of your wrists to the bedposts, with some fucking serious rope.

This is everything your inner slut ever hoped. And you can’t even cope.

He’s just getting started and already this feels so damn perfect you just want to cry. Fucking magic. You’re fucking ecstatic. Tears of pure euphoria rise to your eyes, fighting at the blindfold he had tied, dampening the fabric.

Charlie picks up on all your unspoken emotions, as he always does. He can tell that you’re buzzed and just wants to make sure that this isn’t too much. Leaning in near, to whisper sweetly in your ear. “How’s the traffic?”

“Huh...?” you reply in a hazy sigh, taking a moment just to realize what he means. “Oh—green. So green.”

“Mmm, good to know,” he smirks against your cheek, as you revert to being too horny to speak. “But we can always take it slow. Just let me know if we’re approaching yellow—”

All of a sudden you’re able to speak again, just then. The words are somewhat muffled as your face is partly burrowed in the pillows; you make sure that Charlie hears you loud and clear, though. “Hell no. Green means fucking go.”

“If you say so...” he smirks once more, kissing your cheek before he lifts off of your back, all fucking ready to attack. You both can’t wait for what’s in store.

Charlie has spanked you countless times before. With you facedown in bed, you would’ve guessed that’s what he had in mind—to slap your slutty ass red, then to fuck you from behind. Remind you that you’ll always be his dirty little fucking whore.

Today you’re hoping for a little something more.

And that’s exactly what he’s giving. This time around... the punishment’s bound to hit different.

You can hear the faint rustle, telltale sound of metal and leather as Charlie undoes his belt buckle. Oh, shit—surprise, surprise—for some of these supplies, he didn’t even have to venture in the hardware closet.

Everything he needs to exert his total dominance, he’s fucking got it.

And it’s everything you’ve ever fucking wanted.

“Know just how much this pretty ass loves getting punished...” he teases, taking your bare naked cheeks in his hands with a few tender strokes and squeezes.

If you had to guess—without being able to witness—he must’ve looped his undone belt around his neck to free both hands for just a minute. He must look so fucking hot right now. An absolute sex god like nobody’s business.

“This sweet ass will look even prettier in pink by the time we’re finished,” he says it like a promise, and you really hope he keeps it, to be honest. “You know I would say prettier in red, but...”

“Oh, no, that’s a bad word,” you murmur in playful laughter. Repeat the right color to make sure he feels reassured. “Green, sir. Want you to let loose and get fucking mean, sir.”

“Ugh fuck,” he murmurs, as you hear him smile while he slides the leather belt off of his shoulders. You can just imagine what the sight of you in such submission has done to his denim-clad cock. “You’re killing me, love...”

“But that’s your job. I’m the sub,” you remind him, well aware you’re coming close to topping from the bottom. Sort of. Whatever it takes, to get Mr. Grey to come out to play, to feel comfortable falling into his role as your absolute dom. “Now go crazy and get rough. I promise I want it, sir. Honest. I can’t get enough.”

“Such a good fucking slut,” Charlie rasps, slowly grazing the edge of the leather across the soft globes of your ass. “Once we’re done with your punishment... you know I’m gonna fucking wreck this perfect little cunt?”

“Yes, sir. Please punish me and use my pussy for your pleasure.”

“Motherfucker...” you hear him quietly mutter, scrambling to strip out of his jeans, because his cock is probably straining in pain against the denim, harder than it’s ever been. No surprise since your cunt’s also wetter than ever. It’s just so perfect that you two are getting off on this together. You love the way your dirty words have this effect on him, just as his do on you. You’re such a slut for Mr. Hunnam; the best thing is that he’s such a slut for you, too.

Once he’s finally naked and gets in position behind you, he takes a few seconds to soak in the view. Psyching up for what he is about to do: whip the shit out of you. Just as you want him to.

“Now with each lash that comes down, I want you to keep count. And need you to repeat the color. Loud. You understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you swear, yielding to his command, instinctively arching your ass up in the air, because you’re desperate for your punishment. “Yes, sir, I understand. Green means hit me as hard as you can.”

“You fucking greedy little cunt,” he taunts with a dominant sneer. “Who makes the rules here? I’m gonna go just as hard or as soft as I want.”

You realize you were stupid to think he would go so hard, right from the start. Charlie knows where your limits are, even when you don’t. He reads your body and your mind and sees into your heart. Knows just what you need even when you’re too focused on only what you want. That’s why you have no doubt that he’ll dish out the most perfect punishment.

And so he does.

From the very first lash on your ass... your breath halts with a heart-stopping gasp. You have never felt such a damn buzz. From the way the sensation bursts onto your skin, underneath the smooth leather, a blossom of sin, pain blurring into pleasure... you want this to just go on forever and ever.

Your master had given you orders, you somehow remember. “One...!” you scream, as you sink deeper into submission, so desperate for him it’s obscene. “Oh God, thank you, sir. Green.”

“Good girl,” he mutters, just before he treats you to another. Each hit makes your fucking toes curl. You are the luckiest bitch in the entire fucking world.

“Two! Fuck, thank you...” you wholeheartedly thank him again and again, with each serving of perfect pain, grateful to your dom for how fucking awesome it feels. It’s unreal. And you keep screaming green on repeat, to give him all the safety and comfort he needs.

He’s enjoying this, no doubt—his cock’s standing rock hard and proud—but this first time around, with each strike that comes down, Charlie is much more focused on reading your signals. Respecting your limits, especially when it’s so tempting to test them a little. You don’t really seem to have any with him, as far as he can tell. Which is epic on some level, but also scary as hell.

He decides when you’re finished, with getting punished, since you’re taking it too fucking well. All you want is more of it; you love it and can’t think of anything else. On your end it’s exquisite. Excruciating ecstasy fulfilling your every fantasy. All because it’s pain coming from him. Fifty shades of Hunnam. All because of how deeply you worship and love him.

If there’s one thing you love more than taking these whips from his belt, the sweetest sting you have ever felt... it’s getting ripped to pieces by his massive cock. Playing your lifelong role as a slut for Sir Hunnam to fuck. Taking him in your soaking wet cunt, letting him ravage you just as hard and as fast as he wants, rough and savage, dishing out some serious damage, till you both explode deep inside and all over each other at once.

Something about the hard passionate sex today, the way he wrecks today... feels even hotter after how you got to play.

Apparently he really likes it when you tap into his inner Mr. Grey.

You both come harder than you ever have, as his huge shaft unloads inside your hole and feeds your soul and breaks you right in half. Breathing in shallow gasps as you feel him fucking collapse, your naked back slick from the sweat off of his sculpted chest and his firm chiseled abs. His face is buried in your hair, and though you know how much he wants to unfasten your blindfold and unbind your wrists, so he can turn you over for a heartfelt kiss, and shower you with hours of loving aftercare... right now your man’s just laying there and praying for some air.

He’s just so perfect it’s not fair. You know he’ll spend the whole rest of the day talking through all your feelings, treating you to every form of healing. Endlessly obsessing over every mark upon your skin, like he committed some ungodly sin, compulsively asking you whether you’re really okay. And he’ll keep on asking no matter what you say. Although he also loves to play this way... deep down he’s doing it for you, because his love is pure and true.

And that was when you fucking knew: this man is way too good to take the role that he was offered yesterday. You’re here to help him though each step of his decision-making process, to respect him if he wants this, and support him either way—but you already feel quite sure after today that your man Charlie is quite honestly... too good for Grey.

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glitxhwayventeen · 3 years

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A Different Kind Of Love…

Wonwoo: Chapter 3 (Save Your Tears)

Characters: Wonwoo x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, angst, fluff, cheating (again, sort of), FOOD mentions, Mood Swings. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: Here it is friends! A chapter with almost complete fluff. Who would’ve thunk huh? Anyways I hope you guys like the chapter. I had quite a bit of fun writing it for some reason…

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts

Mostly domestic ☁️ & barely any 🥀

A Different Kind Of Love… Master List

Chapter 3: Save Your Tears

It had been exactly three months since you had been marked by Wonwoo and finally completely integrated yourself into your new pack. You hadn’t seen or heard from Song since that night, but you still felt VERY uneasy about the whole situation. People didn’t just get together the way you and your mate did and get a sweet happy little ending.

Wonwoo and you were doing great personally though. You now slept in the same room, ‘slept’ together, and just all around loved each other. You were starting to have a hard time remembering what life was like before you had gotten attacked by that angry mob now that you were with him. He made time stop and fast forward all at once. Everything seemed to go on forever and yet so quickly when you were with him. And you loved every single second of it. Even if you had a hard time showing him that sometimes.

You were downstairs in the kitchen making breakfast for all the boys, someone had to. They literally could not seem to take care of themselves even if they were grown ass men. So you kind of took on the part of den mother to them, you were the only responsible girl they had around after all. None of the Alphas had mates yet, in fact, no one older than Jihoon had found theirs yet. It was only the younger ones. And while their mates were great, they just very much acted like their wolf counter parts, which meant fun all day everyday without a second thought. So that left you being one of the few, other than Seungcheol and Joshua, who knew when enough shenanigans was enough. You didn’t mind, you liked having a big family again.

Many of the boys reminded you of your brothers. Especially Mingyu, who ate and played just as much and as rough as they did. It caused the both of you to become very close, even to the point where he felt like one of your biological brothers, he reminded you a lot of Mako. And of course, Wonwoo was absolutely delighted that the member he considered his best friend and his mate got along so much. He trusted Mingyu around you more than anyone else, so much so that he refused to even let you leave the house without either Gyu or himself by your side.

You had been having your nightmares again which was relatively normal for you. However, Wonwoo had started having them himself, which as a seer was very much not normal or good in meaning in anyway. He wouldn’t tell you what they were about, he always said you didn’t need to worry or be bothered with them as there was nothing to mention. But the way he clung to you, and the way he forced Mingyu to stay with you when he couldn’t, started having you think that maybe things weren’t as alright as they seemed…

You still just brushed it off, trying your best to just enjoy your little honeymoon bliss with your mate and continued to flip pancakes. Everything would work out. That’s what your voices said, so that’s what you believed. Soon enough, your mate had woken up to an empty bed and marched his way downstairs with a pout adorned on his face.

“(Y/N), why are you downstairs stirring batter instead of upstairs snoring in my arms?” He let out in an annoyed huff as he came to stand beside you, watching your actions with playfully narrowed eyes.

“Because Wonu, 1.) everyone will need breakfast soon and I hate that Seungcheol’s always left to be the one to do it and 2.) you take forever and I hate waiting for you to wake up. And HEY I do NOT snore!” You ranted, smacking his toned chest with your free hand in the process, the other firmly gripped onto your whisk as you made more mix for more pancakes.

You had gotten comfortable with him to the point of joking. Which not only made you proud, but made Wonwoo’s heart soar. He was glad he could coax you out of your shell a bit.

“Yeah yeah sure. And Soonyoung isn’t a little sexual deviant.” He chuckled and kissed the top of your rat’s nest covered head.

“Hey! I heard that!” Soonyoung shouted from his room in the higher portion of the house.

“Yeah I know.” Wonwoo smiled, dipping his finger in the batter you had just added some strawberry syrup to to add more flavor and plopping it directly into his mouth.

“Whatever that weird stuff is is good. But don’t think I’m still not upset that my mate left the bed without me this morning.” He assessed, sitting himself down on the counter next to you while you started pouring batter onto your skillet.

“Well get over it my love. It’s not the first time it’s happened and we both know with the way you sleep, it’s not gonna be the last. And my pancakes are not weird! They are delicious.” You declared, flipping a newly heated pancake over so it’s other side would begin to cook.

That’s something he had come to realize about you: you were always very prideful of being able to do household things well. And certain things like your hair for that matter. You always had high personal standards, though you only seemed to hold yourself to them as you didn’t care if anyone else lived up to them, just you. He chalked it up to your tribe’s old family centered traditions. He thought it was cute, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease you a bit about it.

Wonwoo smirked and bit his lip at the gratification you showed in your cooking, “They are. They’re still weird as shit though. Who puts the syrup INTO the batter?”

“I do. It makes them taste better” You insisted before you put the finished pancake with the rest of the cooked stack you had managed to create before your mate came to bother you.

“You know maybe you just don’t know how to cook.” You pointed at him with your spatula in a teasing manner.

“Maybe not” He shrugged, ducking his form down a bit to get closer to you, “But I DO know that when you’re done cooking them, you’re just gonna eat them plain like a freak.”

Just as he finished his sentence, half a dozen wolves made their way into the kitchen. You hadn’t even realized anyone other than Soonyoung was really even up yet do to you focusing all your senses and attention on your mate. That had taken you a lot of practice as, in the wilderness, you had to pay attention to everything and everyone around you.

“Mmm smells good (Y/N), what’s cooking?” Seungkwan questioned as he fought Soonyoung for a seat that was positioned closer to the food.

“Pancakes. I made loads of them” You stated, looking towards the two bickering werewolves before you and turned the stovetop off.

“And it is NOT freaky to eat them without syrup. Lots of people do it. Plus, the extra syrup’s so sugary it’s been making me feel sick lately so I would rather just eat it without to avoid it.” You spoke to Wonwoo, who had finally brought himself down from the counter and sat himself down on a chair to grab food with the other boys.

He just laughed in response to your stubbornness and pulled you to sit on his lap with a kiss to your cheek, “Whatever you say baby. I still think it’s weird to eat a plain pancake.”

It had taken you quite a while to warm up to this kind of PDA. When you first came to them, something like that would have you wiggle your way to sit alone and have to hide your burning cheeks. You’d really come a long way. Well, at least with Wonu

“Oh yeah no that’s suuuuper weird (Y/N). You may be a sociopath.” Jeonghan chuckled as he plopped another large bite of a pancake into his mouth, smiling.

“Yeah that’s weird as shit. Who the hell eats a plain pancake?” Soonyoung snickered, shoveling a whole syrup filled circle into his mouth.

“Look, what do any of you know? Most of you had never even eaten a pancake before I came around because Koreans don’t typically eat them for breakfast. So shut up!” You spit out, your feelings starting to get hurt at the constant teasing of the others.

“Who’s the weirdo eating plain pancakes?” Joshua, the American, asked from the stairs as he slowly made his was down towards the rest of the pack to eat.

“Well the Westerner thinks it’s weird so…” Chan said with a shrug and a shit eating grin.

The boys all busted out laughing, some so hard they had to hold their sides. Wonwoo started to choke a laugh back into your shoulder as you sat there and folded your arms over your chest.

“You guys suck. I try and be NICE to you and I get laughed at for my eating habits. I don’t want to have to sit here for this” You huffed, getting up from your mate’s lap and walking upstairs to your shared bedroom, closing the door a bit louder than you probably should’ve when so many people were still sleeping.

“Damn, what crawled up her ass?” Hansol, who you had stomped past on the way to your room said, finally getting himself situated in the kitchen.

Wonwoo let out a frustrated sigh before he stood up from his place, grabbing a plate of pancakes in the process. He was still trying to figure out when his teasing was too much for you. And he probably would’ve been fine had the others not decided to join in. You liked them, you did, but you weren’t as comfortable around them just yet. Them taunting you probably really upset you and he was just the dumbass who let them continue to do it.

“Me. I’m an idiot. I’ll go talk to her and see if I can get her to come back down.” He said as he begrudgingly made his way to the stairs, slightly kicking himself internally for upsetting you over something so little and stupid.

Once he made it to your bedroom door, he tried to turn the handle, only to realize it was locked.

“(Y/N)? Baby? Can you please open the door?” He whined out, not realizing he had upset you to the point of you wanting even HIM to leave you alone.

You always wanted him around you. Even when you first came to the pack, you still would rather be near him. Even when he was with Song, you still liked having him close by. Even when you were angry at him, you’d rather be angry at him with his arms wrapped around you than be angry at him alone somewhere. You never locked the door. His inner wolf groaned at the thought.

“No.” You bluntly spit out, wanting him as far away from you as possible and trying to suppress a stomach growl all in one go.

“I brought pancakes…” Wonwoo all but sung out, having heard your angry stomach and knowing damn well you would give into him if he had food.

After hearing a small groan from the other side of the barrier, he heard a little click of metal before the door swung open. In front of him was a very angry looking you, your cheeks were stained with tears and it caused a small whimper to emit from his chest. He had caused you to cry and it crushed him.

You had your hand out in expectancy as he had promised sustenance in exchange for entry. He dutifully handed you the plate and closed the door behind him. He watched as you scarfed down a full pancake in one go. Damn, you were more hungry than he thought.

“What do you want?” You sniffled at him once you had cleared your airway of food.

You sat the plate down on the nightstand before you stood and turned your attention back to your mate, grabbing another pancake and taking small bites in the process. You were never really this hungry or ate this much, but when you got sad lately, you just felt like eating. Probably not the best habit, but you weren’t that good with your feelings, you always just followed your instincts instead. They always kept you alive, and right now they were telling you to eat, so you ate.

“I wanted to apologize baby. I didn’t mean to upset you. It really was just a joke. I didn’t mean to make you cry. You’re not weird. Plain pancakes are fine. I should’ve just kept my big mouth shut.” He groveled, wrapping his arms around your small frame.

“Yes. Yes, you should’ve.” You agreed, finally swallowing the remains of your food and crossing your arms in annoyance, slightly leaning away from his touch to wipe your tears away.

You wanted him to touch you. God, you wanted him to touch you. But you didn’t want to give in so easily, because once you gave in, you knew he’d get all smug and then you’d want to punch his smug face. You wanted him to genuinely feel bad before you crashed your lips to his and ripped each other clothes off. It was only fair.

Wonwoo could smell the wetness already beginning to form between your legs. He suppressed a smirk threatening to appear on his face for getting you this worked up by literally doing almost nothing, but he knew being cocky wasn’t a good way to get you to stop being mad at him. So he stuck with his original plan: begging for forgiveness.

He easily lifted you up and secured your legs around his waist, holding onto your back so you wouldn’t lose your balance and fall, “I really am sorry. I won’t do it again baby. I promise.” He spoke as he leaned his forehead against yours with his best pout, tugging at your heartstrings.

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to contain your excitement for what was about to come, but failed miserably and let a happy smile creep up on your lips. You locked your hands behind his head, giggled at him and bit your lip.

“You’re forgiven. This time. BUT you have to make it up to me.” You decided, eyes looking up for a moment in thought to tease him. He slowly started moving towards the bed that was in the center of the room before he spoke up.

“And how would you like me to make it up to you baby?” He said as he began kissing your neck softly, trailing around your mate mark with a grin plastered on his face.

“Well for starters, you can fuck me senseless until I forget what I was even mad at you for to begin with.” You confirmed, tilting your head to the side to give him a bit more access to your exposed neck.

“With pleasure my love.” And with that, he fell to the bed with you in his arms, careful not to crush you in the process before he got to work on his promise.

(Updated 8/23)

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You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 11

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

Each day that you spend with the boys, you learn a lot more about them and slowly find yourself falling for each of their charms, no matter how different they are from you.

“I’m bored.” Jungkook groaned, rolling over Jin’s back.

“Yah! Get off me!” Jin exclaimed with a frown and lifted his back to push the youngest off him. You couldn’t help but laugh, even as humans, Jungkook would always find a way to disturb Jin.

“Jungkook, we’re all trying to study here. Exams are coming up soon.” Namjoon lectured. Jungkook pouted, scrunching his nose at the leader before he scooted up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his cheek against your back.

“Stop it. You’re not a pup anymore.” Taehyung pulled the end Jungkook’s hoodie in an attempt to separate him from you.

“I-It’s okay.” Your cheeks heated up slightly at Jungkook’s close contact with yours.

“See? My mate likes it when I do this.” Jungkook sang in a teasing way, making you choke. The others all sent him disapproving looks. This was how it was, the boys would come to your cabin study with you or you would go to their’s.

“I can’t get this...” You frowned slightly.

“Come here, let me see. I’ll check your workings.” Namjoon leaned in and you showed him your book. Your answers for the math questions just couldn’t match the answer sheet and it was really annoying you. You knew Namjoon was smart. He had a high IQ and always scored full marks for all his tests. Namjoon scanned through all your workings.

“There’s an error in your method. Do it this way.” He wrote it out for you.

“I see.” You put the numbers in and he watched over you, guiding you when you got stuck or confused.

“You’re a genius!” Grabbing his face, you gave him a big kiss on the cheek. But of course, as usual, you realised what you did and pulled away in embarrassment. Namjoon just blinked in shock while the others stared.

“I’m a genius too. Do I get a kiss?” Jimin smiled up at you.

“Uh... I need to go...” You lied and tried to stand up but forgot that Jungkook’s arms were around your waist. The boys knew for a fact that you were working lesser shifts at the cafe because of your exams.

“Come on, you can’t be showing favouritism this early in our relationship.” Hoseok teased and you blushed.

“R-Relationship? You guys didn’t even ask me out properly!” You blurted in an attempt to defend yourself but you were soon caged between Taehyung and Jungkook. They were staring at you with such a different look and Taehyung held his cheek out to you.

“You’re already our mate. It’s fated.” Yoongi snorted, crossing his arms. He was secretly hoping for a little peck from you later too.

“Do I have too?” You squeaked.

“Unless you’re saying you like Namjoon hyung more than all of us.” Jimin pouted and you sighed, giving Taehyung a kiss, followed by Jimin and Jungkook then Hoseok.

“Come on, you two.” You held your arms out. Jin smiled and decided to give you a peck instead while Yoongi kissed your temple. But even after he pulled away, he kept his arm around you. The younger ones have been hogging you that he wanted to have you close to him now. They pouted when they saw that Yoongi wasn’t going to let you go any time soon.

“Actually, (y/n). We have something to ask you.” Namjoon said and you nodded your head.

“You’re curious about all our necklaces. They all represent us and each have their own colour. Only those in the royal bloodline have it.” Jin explained and everyone pulled their necklaces out.

“They’re pretty.” You held Yoongi’s black charm in your hand.

“Well, you have one too.” Yoongi whispered and you stopped. You looked up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of a joke.

“You’re joking.”

“No, you really have one. We have been keeping yours, waiting for the time that you came into our lives. When you found out about us and everything, we were going to give it to you. ” Namjoon took out a white, rectangular box.

“Open it.” Hoseok encouraged. You received it with two hands, being extra careful not to drop it or anything.

“It’s... beautiful. It’s really mine?” You stared at the iridescent white crystal charm hanging from the black loop and looked up at them.

“Yes, it’s really yours. It’s a sign that you’re the mate of the royal princes.” Taehyung leaned back on his hands. Yoongi, being the closest, took the necklace out and you lifted your hair for him to put it around your neck, clasping it safely. You looked down at the charm.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at them.

With that, you all continued studying. Jungkook constantly got up to go and get more snacks and drinks, not wanting to study anymore.

“I’m going to game.” Jungkook kissed your cheek casually and saluted before going upstairs to his room. You blushed while the others shook their heads. Jungkook could do whatever he wanted. He didn’t need to study or get good grades.

“Can I ask you guys something?” You spoke. They nodded their heads.

“I was researching online, which I know you guys don’t really want me to since there are just a lot of false information there. But I read something about heats and/or ruts. What’s that? Do you guys have it?” You asked. They choked.

“W-Well... We do. The alphas and betas go through ruts. The omegas go through heats.” Namjoon said. All the boys were slightly red.

“Ruts and heats lasts for a week and it’s basically our wolf side having the need to breed.” Jin explained.

“Oh...” Now you were also red, realising what you asked them.

“We were going to talk to you about that when you got more comfortable since we didn’t want to overload you with too much information. It wouldn’t really be safe for you to be around the house when any of us are going through ruts or heats now that we have you as our mate. But don’t be scared or anything, we all react to our heats differently.” Jimin continued.

“I understand. So when are your ruts or heats?”

“In two weeks. We’ll just have to refrain from getting too close to one another in that week of it. It gets a little more intense around the middle of the week with the full moon.” Yoongi informed.

“So on that night, stay away from us.” Taehyung chuckled in a serious and joking way. You nodded your head again, making a mental note.

“When is this going to be over?” Jimin whined. Truthfully, everyone was getting tired of spending their days studying. You just accepted them as mates, you should all be playing and having fun together as mates but the exams just had to suck all the fun out of it.

“Let’s continue then break for dinner.” Hoseok suggested and everyone agreed to that. Jungkook came back down, rubbing his eyes. He laid dow on the couch to wait for dinner.

“Shall we make ramen tonight?” Jungkook lifted his head.

“I don’t mind. Yoongi and Jin are tired. They shouldn’t cook.” You smiled. The two older ones gave you grateful smiles.

“She’s always so understanding.” Yoongi softened.

“I’ll cook!” Jungkook stood up and shuffled into the kitchen to start cooking ramen. Jin decided to go get some pork belly out to pan fry as well to accompany the noodles.

“Sure you don’t want boiled chicken instead of the pork belly, Chim?” You nudged him while chuckling. He shot you such a dirty look, letting out a playful growl. The whole thing with the bland, boiled chicken has become an inside joke between you and Jimin now. You and him constantly teased each other about it.

“But that’s how I knew it was you in my dream. The first thing you told me was no more bland chicken.” You giggled.

“That’s right.” He pulled you back so you leaned against his chest as he hugged you. They all had a higher body temperature than humans that you were not afraid of the cold anymore.

“Dinner!” Jungkook and Jin called. Everyone went to the dining table to help. You set the table with Taehyung and Jimin while the others got drinks and the two who cooked brought the food out. There were 2 pots of ramen at each side of the table and 3 plates of meat.

“Can I get you some?” Jin smiled and you nodded, handing your empty bowl to him. He scooped some ramen in for you.

“Thank you.” You took the bowl back and dug in. When Jungkook tells you he is the ramen master, best believe him because it was good noodles. Jungkook placed a piece of meat into your bowl.

“Eat up.” He smiled and you nodded, putting the piece of meat into your mouth. The boys looked at you fondly. They couldn’t believe you were at their table.

“It feels so right to have her here.” Hoseok gushed.

“She fits right in.” Taehyung smiled.

“Hey, are you guys leaving me out on one of your mental conversations again?” You scrunched your nose at them. You learnt to look out for when they were having a mind link conversation without you. They would suddenly grow quiet and they would sort of look distant when they were mind linking. Namjoon chuckled and patted your head.

“Don’t worry. No bad things are being said. Trust me.” He smiled, his dimple popping up.

“Alright, I trust you.” You giggled.

“I’m so full. The dinner was satisfying.” You said when you swallowed your remaining mouthful of noodles. Jungkook and Jin smiled at each other, happy to know you appreciated their efforts.

“You didn’t eat much though.” Jimin frowned slightly.

“I eat little compared to you guys because I’m not a wolf. You guys have such big appetites. I would know from experience.” You chuckled and everyone laughed along.

“Let’s clean up and get back to studying.” Namjoon clapped his hands. Everyone helped with cleaning up. With the study period, you would stay at the boys’ house quite late but you have never stayed over before. You would know when you’re sleepy and leave to go home.

“Let’s get it!” You sat in front of your chemistry book again.

“Hey, (y/n)-”

“Shh.” Jin shushed Hoseok, pointing over to you. Your head was slowly bobbing up and down as your body swayed gently. Yoongi caught you before you could fall back and hurt yourself.

“I’ll bring her to my room.” Yoongi carried you up before the others could protest and brought you to his room.

“I just came to say goodnight to her.” Taehyung came in and leaned down to kiss your forehead. The others came in too, doing the same as Taehyung, while Yoongi went to wash up.

“Goodnight, hyung.” Jimin smiled at the older. Yoongi gave an acknowledging nod as Jimin exited the room. Unlike the others who slept without clothes, Yoongi liked sleeping in soft pyjama sets. He pulled his hoodie over his head and grabbed a set from his drawer. Looking over at your sleeping form, he was glad you were already dressed in sweats and a tee.

He climbed into bed and slid his arm under your neck so your head would rest comfortably on his shoulder and you would be tucked under his arm. A soft smile appeared on his face as he looked down at you.

You were so beautiful to him.

“Goodnight, my love.” Yoongi leaned in to kiss your cheek as you snuggled closer to him.

Letting out a yawn, you slowly opened your eyes to see a chest in front of you. The peek of pale skin gave away who it was. You looked up and indeed, you saw Yoongi’s sleeping face before yours.

*He’s so cute.* He reminded you of a child, letting out little huffs and clearing his throat occasionally as he slept. You were lying on his arm, your body pressed to his, while his other was lazily draped over your waist. The intimacy made your cheeks heat up but at the same time, you never wanted to leave.

“SLEEPYHEADS!” Jin burst into the room. Yoongi groaned, leaning down to bury his head in your neck.

“Go away.” He said to the older.

“I’m surprised they sent you in, Jin.” You chuckled, stroking the back of Yoongi’s head. Another thing you came to learn was no one dares to wake Yoongi up from his sleep. It’s as good as suicide.

“Well, the younger ones decided to make me the sacrificial lamb this time.” Jin snorted, making you laugh.

“Give us 5 minutes and we’ll get up. Thanks for coming to wake us up. Your bravery is appreciated.” You said and Jin chuckled before he came over to kiss your temple before leaving. When the door closed, you tried to pull away from the intimate distance but Yoongi’s arms wrapped around your waist tightly to hold you in place, making you squirm.

“Yoongi! We need to get up.” You argued.

“No. All we’re going to do is spend the day studying.” Yoongi yawned, already bored with the thought of studying the whole day.

“Well, I want to go home. I need to shower and change.” You giggled, shoving his chest lightly.

“Why can’t you shower here? You already slept here, in the same bed as one of us?” He raised an eyebrow and you choked. He was always so straightforward that it constantly caught you off guard.

“Y-You! Me staying over last night wasn’t intentional. I fell asleep!” You stuttered nervously. Yoongi chuckled at how flustered he could make you.

“Right...” He teased. Your cheeks just turned redder.

“Let’s wash up. I put a spare toothbrush inside for you.” Yoongi pulled you up and you nodded, keeping your head down. The both of you brushed your teeth together and Yoongi changed out of his sleepwear. He handed you a black shirt you could wear.

“Are we just going to spend the day studying inside again?” Taehyung whined as he sat down at the breakfast table.

“Let’s go out. Get some fresh air.” Namjoon said.

“Where’s Kookie?” You asked when you noticed one empty chair. They all snorted. If Yoongi was scary to wake up, Jungkook was notorious for sleeping through anything. He was the hardest to wake up.

“I tried to wake him up but failed.” Jimin shook his head with a sigh. Taehyung patted his shoulder.

“I’ll go.” You stood up and went to Jungkook’s room. You knocked before entering. Instead of being on the bed, he was on the ground, a sign that maybe he tried to get up to go to the bathroom to wash up but fell asleep on the way there. You chuckled and sat down in front of him, rubbing his back to coax him to wake up.

“Kookie. It’s time to wake up.” You cooed. He let out a whine.

“Come on. The others are waiting to have breakfast. You won’t have food left if your hyungs finish everything.” You said and his eyes opened slightly. You both knew that the others would leave food for you but not him.

“Good morning.” He said huskily and hugged you, pulling you down on top of his chest. You let out a squeak of surprise.

“Morning.” You blushed.

“If you give me a morning kiss, I’ll wake up.” Jungkook winked.

“No!” You squealed, trying to get out of his grip. Jungkook laughed, amused by you. He relaxed his hold on you and you scrambled to your feet, opening the door to run out but crashed into a chest. You stumbled back but arms wrapped themselves around your waist to hold you.

“Are you bullying our mate, Jeon Jungkook?” Namjoon asked. Jungkook sat up, scoffing and ruffling his hair.

“Wash up, Kookie!” You managed to shout before Namjoon pulled you out of the room and back to the dining table. You sat down and Yoongi set an iced coffee in front of you.

“Thank you.” You smiled and took a sip. Jungkook came down minutes after, his hair still messy as he buttoned his shirt.

“Aigo.” You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair to help manage it a little. Jungkook closed his eyes, leaning into your touch like he would when he is a wolf. Once you were done, you pulled away and Jungkook let out a whine of displeasure. You patted his head and began eating. You poured your stew into your rice and mixed it.

“You always do that.” Hoseok pointed out.

“It’s my lazy way of eating in the morning. Might as well mix it together since I’m eating it together.” You explained sheepishly.

“She’s so cute.” They all thought.

After breakfast, the boys all shifted and you carried some snacks in a backpack. They threaded beside you carefully as you made your way out to your usual spot in the empty field.

“Kookie.” You chuckled as he used his muzzle to nudge the back of your leg gently to get you to play with him.

“I’ll sit here.” You laid a mat out, sitting down and putting the bag of snacks beside you. The wolves whined at your decision to not play with them. Yoongi laid on your lap and you stroked his head, watching your fingers run through his pure white fur.

“Why don’t you want to run with them?” You asked.

“Why should I go when I can stay and lie down with you?” He scoffed, leaning into your touch.

“How do you all keep your fur so soft?” You wondered out loud as you buried your face into his face, feeling the hairs tickle your skin softly. Yoongi snorted, your questions were so random that it amused him to no end.

“I brought fruit.” You took the apple slices out, taking a bite then offering it to Yoongi, who gobbled it from your hand. When the boys were wolves, they always liked to steal your food, even if you gave them your own. They would demand that you share with them and they also know that you cannot resist their puppy wolf face.

“Berries?” You asked and Yoongi shook his head.

“There’s watermelon too.” You took the container out and he nodded his head, moving closer to you.

“Hold on.” You pushed his nose away slightly as you removed the container lid. Putting a piece in your palm, you held it out to him and he gently ate it, careful not to use his teeth to hurt you.

“The juice is going to stain your mouth.” You took a tissue to wipe his mouth. Yoongi looked at you with adoration. You cared about his fur so much.

“Yoon- Yoongi.” He stepped into the space between your crossed legs and tucked his head under your chin, letting out low growls of satisfaction. You just blinked in confusion, not sure what to do as he suddenly came so close to you. You laughed and opened your mouth to eat a piece of fruit.

“You’re so close.” You stated.

“That’s the point.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“Boys, watermelon!” You called and the 6 came over. They stopped when they saw the position you and Yoongi were in. Yoongi looked away, resting his head on your shoulder. You held the fruit out to them and they ate it.

“Why are you guys coming so near? Hold on! Wait!” Soon, 6 other wolf bodies were pressed against you from all sides.

“You guys aren’t exactly pups! If you didn’t notice!” You put an arm around Namjoon to hold yourself up. Taehyung constantly sniffed you while Jimin playfully nipped your fingers.

“Chim, stop that.” You giggled.

“You guys have no idea what personal space is, don’t you?” You scoffed.

“Nope!” They barked and you rolled your eyes.

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