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𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞. - 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗢

pairing. omegaverse!au ot7 x reader wordcount. 16k

warning. plot-heavy, abo dynamics, possessive and jealous behavior, fluff, angst, dub-con, non-traditional relationship structures such as poly/alpha-omega bonds, internal conflict, emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content. mdni. 18+

with your heat right around the corner, exhaustion settles in as you struggle against the magnetic pull they have on you. thoughts start to creep in, making you question just how deep this connection goes, what it might mean to give in. but as tension builds, one question lingers… who loses control first when the plan doesn’t go as expected?

co-author: @jaeyunsmochi 👹

you woke up to the clattering and soft voices drifting from the living room. blinking groggily, you checked your phone— 10:34 p.m. the boys should have been back by now, wrapping up their schedules, but for them to still be awake and causing noise at this hour? you sighed, rustling around in your sheets before stretching lazily. your muscles protested, still tired, but you swung your legs over the side of the bed anyway. with a groan, you dragged yourself into the bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth, already bracing yourself for the mess they’d probably left behind. you knew the drill by now—after all, they had a tendency to turn the place upside down whenever they got together, and it was always you left to clean it up.

sighing again as you finished up, still clad in your tank top and shorts, you figured they were turning in for the night soon, but you might as well make sure there wasn’t anything too wild waiting for you in the morning. best to get it over with now, you thought, padding quietly down the hall, lost in your own thoughts. you sighed as you walked into the living room, feeling the weight of everything that had been happening lately. your pre-heat had been hitting you hard, despite all the distractions the boys had been trying to throw your way. two days until you’d leave. just two more days to hold it together. they had been giving you more and more chores, hoping to keep your mind busy, but it wasn’t working. every night, you found yourself alone, seeking release to take the edge off, but your omega instincts were getting harder to ignore with every passing hour. alpha... mate... the words echoed in your head relentlessly, a chant that wouldn’t stop, a need that kept clawing at you. even the slightest brush of their skin sent you reeling, head spinning from the unintentional touches.

you’d called yuki earlier, your last hope for some kind of relief, but all he could offer was, "there’s a slight delay, but it should arrive soon." your replacement suppressor necklace wasn’t coming in time, and that left you even more vulnerable. great. now when would "soon" be? you were screwed, and you knew it. two days suddenly felt like an eternity. as you stepped into the living room, the boys were scattered about, each of them in their usual relaxed state, though the atmosphere was light in contrast to the tension coiling tight in your chest. jake was lounging on the couch in his pajamas, looking completely at ease, his carefree grin lighting up the space. jay was in the kitchen, the warm scent of freshly made popcorn drifting through the air. sunghoon and niki were huddled together, rummaging through a pile of board games, snickering at some inside joke. jungwon and heeseung were busy laying out blankets and pillows across the floor, turning the living room into a cozy den, a makeshift campout clearly in the works. “y/n,” jake’s voice perked up when he saw you, his grin widening as he bounded toward you, his energy infectious. he grabbed your hand gently, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t wait to share his next idea. “since you’re leaving soon,” he began, his voice softening slightly as he looked at you, a touch of guilt lacing his words. “let’s make a pillow fort.” "a pillow fort?" you blinked, caught off guard but unable to suppress a small smile at how serious he looked. it was random, completely out of the blue, but jake’s enthusiasm was so genuine, and the idea—childish as it was—seemed oddly comforting. you let out a soft chuckle as he tugged your arm gently, pulling you toward the half-finished mess of blankets and mattresses they’d clearly spent time setting up. jake flopped down onto the nearest mattress, sitting cross-legged, and patted the space beside him eagerly. “yeah, come on! you’ve been working too hard lately. you deserve to have some fun before... you know...” his voice trailed off, his playful expression softening as he looked at you with concern. “we’ll all help out, no chores tonight—just us hanging out.” you hesitated, glancing around the room. jay shot you a grin from where he was, balancing bowls of popcorn. sunghoon was standing there with a fistful of blankets, clearly on board with the idea, though he had no clue how to hang them properly. jungwon and heeseung exchanged glances, amused, but not opposing it either, while niki was still preoccupied with rummaging through the games, his back turned to you. “yeah, y/n,” sunoo chimed in brightly, looking up from where he was folding a blanket. “you’re already in your pajamas, and maybe we can convince niki to let you win a round of uno.” niki scoffed without looking up, rolling his eyes as if the mere suggestion was offensive. “yeah, right. i’m not going easy on anyone.” despite his dramatic eye roll, there was a hint of excitement in his voice, and you could tell he was warming up to the idea. your chest tightened at the sight of all of them, their eagerness making the tension inside you soften just a little. they were trying so hard to distract you, to make things easier, and you couldn’t help but feel a wave of affection for them. you exhaled slowly, forcing a smile. “alright,” you said, giving in, “i guess i could use a break... but, you guys are cleaning this up, right?”

“obviously,” heeseung grinned, patting down the last pillow as if fluffing it just for you. “you don’t have to do a single thing, we got it covered.” you glanced at the chaos that was their pillow fort construction. mattresses were haphazardly arranged against the couches, practically covering the entire floor. sunghoon was still fumbling with blankets, clearly trying to make a roof but struggling miserably, and you had to bite back a laugh. it was way too cramped for a proper fort. “i think we can skip the blankets,” you suggested, raising an eyebrow at sunghoon’s determined but failing attempt to hang them. he glanced back at you, clearly not wanting to give up. “but it’s supposed to be a fort, not just a sleepover.” the others looked around at the blanket chaos and seemed to agree with you. “i think it’s already plenty cozy,” jungwon said, stretching out on one of the mattresses, his shirt lifting just slightly, revealing a sliver of skin that had you looking away quickly before anyone could notice your reaction. internally, you scolded yourself. was this really a good idea? but backing out now would be worse. you glanced over at jay, who was now plating the snacks, his expression focused, almost too focused, like he was doing everything he could to make tonight as comfortable as possible for you. they’d all put in so much effort, and even though you were fighting the internal war that was your pre-heat, you couldn’t help but feel touched by it all. “you’re gonna love it,” jake said, practically bouncing on his heels as he gathered more cushions and pillows, his excitement contagious. “trust me.” you sat down on the mattress next to jake, sinking into the plush cushions, and the others began to gather around you. sunghoon finally abandoned the idea of the blanket roof, sitting down with a resigned sigh. heeseung leaned back against the couch, completely relaxed as he watched everyone get settled in, while niki dropped down with a stack of uno cards, clearly ready to start the night off with a bang. "okay, we’re all set." jay announced, placing bowls of popcorn and snacks on the makeshift table they’d set up. “everyone comfortable?” “as comfortable as i’ll ever be,” you joked, but your smile was genuine this time. for a moment, you let yourself relax, the warmth of the room and the boys’ presence wrapping around you like a blanket. "let’s start with uno," niki declared, shuffling the cards with a devilish grin. "and no, i’m not going easy on anyone. especially you, y/n." "bring it on," you challenged back, laughing despite the pressure building inside you.

"i swear to god, niki," jake growled, his voice low and dangerous as he glared across the circle, dragging yet another card from the pile. niki sat there, smug as ever, grinning like the little shit he was, his stack of draw twos and wilds sitting proudly in front of him. he had already ruined jake's game, and now it was the rest of their turns to suffer. "what?" niki threw his hands up, feigning innocence like he hadn't just unleashed chaos. "i’m just playing the game, hyung..." his voice dripped with mock sincerity, the kind that made you want to punch him and laugh at the same time. you snorted, trying to hold back the laughter bubbling up as jake’s frustration boiled over with each card he pulled. you leaned in and elbowed him, teasing, "easy, boy." jake shot you a look, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "you better watch it, you’re next," he said, half serious, half playfully competitive. "i swear, as soon as it's my turn again, you’re toast." jungwon, lounging like he had all the time in the world, smirked from his nest of pillows. "you might wanna focus on the mountain of cards you’ve got there before making threats." "looks like you’re up again, hyung." sunoo piped up, barely looking up from his hand as he slapped down a reverse card. jungwon's eyes widened, darting to the stack of cards. "hey—" he cut himself off, glaring at the pile as he begrudgingly drew more cards. "i was this close!" he held up his thumb and index finger. "close doesn’t count in uno, man," sunghoon chimed in, lazily tossing down a skip card. he gave a slow, smug grin. "i could play all night." "oh, i bet you could," niki fired back, sharp eyes glinting as he slammed down another wild card, changing the color to red. he pointed at you with an exaggerated flourish. "your move, y/n." you groaned dramatically, eyeing the pathetic six cards in your hand. "of course, of course, target me. why not?" heeseung chuckled from across the circle, lounging back against a pile of blankets, a satisfied smirk on his face. "he's competitive, y/n. don’t take it personally." "oh, but i will," you shot back, grinning despite yourself. jay, sitting beside you, leaned in eye-ing your cards, deciding to sit this game out. "don’t let niki win. he’s been insufferable all night." "i swear," you said, your voice deadpan, "if anyone lays down another draw two, i’m walking out." jake scoffs, eyes gleaming with mischief as he slapped down a wild draw four card. his grin stretched wide. "oh really? how about this, then?" your jaw dropped, eyes wide in disbelief. "jake! what the hell?" your voice rose, filled with mock outrage as you stared at the stack of cards now in your hand. "hey, you said you were coming for me next," jake shrugged, not even trying to hide his amusement. "this is self-defense." "oh, it's personal now," you muttered, pulling the four cards from the pile with exaggerated slowness, glaring at him the entire time. jake just grinned wider, leaning back like he had all the time in the world. sunoo, deeply entertained by the vibe in the room, giggled under his breath. "oooh, things are getting real serious now."

jungwon, still nursing his grudge from earlier, tossed down a reverse card. "let’s see what you got, y/n. make it count." you didn’t need to be told twice. with a grin that promised vengeance, you slapped down a draw two and pointed straight at niki. "take that." niki groaned dramatically, throwing his hands up. "come on! i’ve been playing nice!" "you call this nice?" sunghoon raised an eyebrow, his expression unimpressed. "you’ve been out for blood since we started playing." "it’s a conspiracy, i tell you," niki muttered, drawing his cards with exaggerated misery. the game went on, the laughter getting louder, the insults more colorful. pillows were tossed, blankets became weapons, and accusations flew with every wild card and draw two. jake, by now, was half off his chair, nearly toppling over as sunghoon blocked his turn with a skip card. "you traitor!" jake shouted, pointing an accusing finger at sunghoon, who just laughed and shook his head. "hey, don’t blame me," sunghoon said, grinning. "just playing the game, man." "psh, 'playing the game'," jake mocks, though his grin said otherwise. "you’re conspiring with jungwon, i swear." jungwon just waved him off, smirking. "don’t drag me into this. i’m just trying to survive." at some point, jay strolled in from the kitchen, a fresh bowl of popcorn in his hands. he stood there, watching the chaos unfold like he had just walked into a warzone. "you guys done yet?" he asked, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. heeseung, who had been quiet most of the game, finally laid down his last card with a triumphant smirk. "done? i just won." the entire room fell into a stunned silence. "you what?" you said, blinking at him. heeseung just leaned back, hands behind his head, wearing the smuggest grin you’d ever seen.

for a second, there was silence until pillows were suddenly launched across the circle, blankets went flying, and everyone started yelling all at once. heeseung ducked, dodging pillows left and right then flinging one back, "hey, all part of the strategy!" jungwon wasn’t having it. "strategy, my ass," he muttered, pretending to sift through his remaining cards as if he was searching for evidence. "you’ve been stacking your deck or something." "i’ve been watching him," sunoo said, nodding, "he was playing fair and square." sunghoon shook his head, a grin creeping onto his face. "right. fair and square. just don’t come crying when we all come for your ass next round." niki threw up his hands. "hyung, let’s play again, rematch." heeseung grinned, leaning back with exaggerated confidence. "oh, bring it on. i'll just win again." "i’m definitely winning this round," jake muttered, but even he couldn’t hide the grin pulling at his lips as he tossed one last pillow straight at heeseung, hitting him square in the face making the eldest laugh as the cards were shuffled again. heeseung leaned back, hands behind his head. "don’t worry, y/n. you’ll get 'em next time." you leaned over, looking right into heeseung’s smug expression. "enjoy the victory now, but next game? you’re going down." "that a promise?" heeseung shot back, raising an eyebrow. "oh, you bet your ass it is." you grinned, already planning your revenge. the rest of the group echoed your threat, everyone promising vengeance, plotting strategies, and dramatically swearing alliances and betrayals. and for the rest of the night, every time someone grabbed a handful of popcorn or shifted their cards, they’d shoot heeseung a look, as if they were planning their next move. the game hadn’t started out this intense, but once niki suggested that whoever lost the worst was stuck with cleaning duty, the stakes shot up fast. no one wanted to be the poor soul left behind, picking up popcorn crumbs, sweeping up the sea of pillows, and scrubbing snack spills off the floor. so, naturally, everyone had turned ruthless.

“oh, hell no,” jay shouted, louder than anyone else, pointing around the circle. “i’m not touching a single crumb after this, y’all better bring your a-game, ‘cause i am not losing.” "whoever’s got the biggest hand at the end," niki had grinned, tapping his cards with a wicked gleam in his eye, "better get ready to be the cleanup crew." you all laughed then, but once it sunk in, no one was playing nice. cards were slapped down with extra force, threats flew, and fake alliances were forged and broken all over that circle. every skipped turn, every draw four, had everyone on edge, with you and the boys glaring over your cards like it was a high-stakes poker game. as the game heated up, jay’s voice was impossible to miss. every time he pulled a card, he’d let out an exaggerated groan or shout, making everyone laugh despite their best attempts to focus. "oh, hell no," jake groaned, already adding up the cards in his hand like his life depended on it. "i’m not cleaning this shit up." "better start dusting, jake," sunoo teased, grinning as he leaned back, his hand suspiciously low on cards. "maybe learn how to handle a vacuum." meanwhile, sunghoon was quietly stacking his cards, his face completely neutral, watching everyone like he was in a spy thriller. when someone got a particularly brutal draw, he’d just raise an eyebrow, muttering, “you brought this on yourself.” "this is bullshit," jake muttered, staring at the stack in front of him. “you’re all gonna pay for this next game.” "don’t be mad," heeseung called, looking way too satisfied as he watched the chaos. "someone’s gotta take one for the team, right?" by the time niki laid down his first draw two, jungwon had already sighed, barely even pretending to be invested. with each card he pulled, his resolve seemed to wane, but he kept a determined hold on just enough cards to stay in the game. "jungwon," you teased, nudging him with your elbow as he sat there with a half-hearted look. "you giving up already?" he glanced over, sighing dramatically as he shuffled through his bloated hand. “i’m not giving up. just... strategically surviving.” he gave a lazy shrug, tossing down a number card with no real hope behind it.

sunghoon, ever the cautious observer, raised an eyebrow at jungwon’s pitiful expression. “you call this surviving? you’ve got enough cards to wallpaper the living room,” he smirked. “as long as i’m not last,” jungwon replied with a shrug, looking utterly resigned. he glanced at the mess of pillows and popcorn around him. “no way i’m cleaning all this up.” you took a quick peek at your pile, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. not the worst, but close enough. "guess i won’t be cleaning, but looks like jake’s about to be on mop duty." "nope, the game isn’t over yet." jake muttered, pushing up his sleeves like he was about to start a real fight. and when the final tally was in, everyone glanced at their cards, and all eyes landed on jake. there was a beat of silence before everyone burst out laughing, while jake just sat there, groaning in defeat. "guess you better grab a broom," you teased, patting him on the back. jake groaned again, slapping his stack of cards down with a defeated sigh. "i hate you guys."

the whole game had been absolute chaos, but it was the kind of chaos that made you feel alive. every nerve in your body buzzed with adrenaline. for a while, everything else faded—the oppressive heat, the constant anxiety that gnawed at the back of your mind. it was just you and the boys, and for once, the suffocating rules that always seemed to hang over you like a shadow melted away.

as you glanced around, sunghoon was yelling at niki, accusing him of cheating, while jake dodged an incoming pillow with a grin so wide it nearly split his face. across the room, heeseung was laughing so hard he could barely breathe, clutching his stomach. watching them, you felt something shift inside your chest. it wasn’t just the game or the way they made you forget your worries. it was something deeper. your heart felt full—a kind of fullness you hadn’t felt in a long time, maybe ever.

you had spent so much of your life feeling like an empty vessel, only filled by the commands of others—your father’s demands, his constant expectations. rules and decisions made for you without a single thought to what you wanted. your life had been nothing but obedience, fulfilling his orders, being the perfect daughter, never straying from the path he had carved out for you. but here, with them, it was different. they didn’t see you as someone who existed to perform duties or fit into a mold. they saw you. meeting them had to be one of the best things that had ever happened to you. not because they dragged you into wild games like this, but because, with them, you found something real. these weren’t forced connections or transactional relationships, though that was how it started. they were people who cared, who saw you, not just what you could do for them. you hadn’t realized how much you needed that until now. as jake flopped down next to you, breathless and grinning, you couldn’t help but smile. a real, unguarded smile.

"you alright?" he asked, his voice softer now, like he could sense the change in your mood, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. "yeah," you nodded, feeling a warmth spread through you that wasn’t from the heat. "i think... i’m more than alright." he flashed you that crooked grin, the one that always felt like home, before turning back to his brothers lost in their own worlds. "wouldn’t want you to miss out, you know." he wrapped his arm around your shoulder before gesturing towards the room. "all this? it’s for you anyway." his tone was teasing, but the look in his eyes told you he meant more than just the game. you leaned into him, just a little, and for the first time in forever, you weren’t thinking about the next thing you had to do, the next demand waiting for you. instead, you were here, in this moment, surrounded by people who made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you could find something outside the life that had been laid out for you. something for yourself. that thought nestled into your chest as you watched sunoo tackle jungwon, both of them collapsing in a pile of limbs and laughter. jake’s thumb absentmindedly brushed your shoulder in a way that was grounding, comforting, like an anchor. and for the first time in a long time, you felt that elusive sense of belonging. this was it. this was what you had been missing. it felt like family… that thought wrapped around you like a warm blanket. the laughter, the teasing, the way they all accepted you with no strings attached. it was something you hadn’t even realized you were craving until now. these boys, with all their wild energy, filled a space inside you that had been empty for too long. just as you were sinking deeper into that feeling, a bright flash blinded you, cutting through the moment. you blinked hard, rubbing at your eyes in confusion. "what the hell—?" you muttered, still seeing spots dance in front of you. sunghoon stood a few feet away, holding up a polaroid camera with a smug grin. "gotcha," he said, waving the photo around to dry it. "sunghoon!" you groaned, but despite your protest, a smile tugged at your lips. of course, he’d catch you in a vulnerable moment—that was so like him. always teasing, always finding a way to break through the serious shit with something lighthearted. he sauntered over, still grinning and held the polaroid out to you. your vision was still adjusting, but when the image finally came into focus, it hit you. there you were, jake’s arm slung over your shoulders, your head resting against him, a peaceful smile on your face. you hadn’t even realized how happy you looked. "you’re welcome," sunghoon said, nudging you playfully as he dropped the photo into your lap. your heart swelled as you scan it. it was a snapshot of something you hadn’t felt in ages—genuine happiness. just you, living in the moment.

"thanks," you muttered, as you held the photo in your lap, you looked up to find sunghoon watching you, his usual smirk softened into something else. his gaze was tender, almost hesitant, like he was seeing a part of you he hadn’t seen before. there was something in his eyes that made your heart skip, a quiet kind of warmth, and for a moment, everything around you faded into the background. “stay like that,” he murmured, lifting the camera again. “just you and jake.” you felt jake shift beside you, then his arm tightened around your shoulders, pulling you in just a little closer. you caught him looking at you, his eyes warm and a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, the kind of smile that made you feel like you were the only one in the room. he leaned his head against yours, and his touch felt gentle, grounding, as if he was telling you without words that he was right there with you. “comfy?” he whispered, his voice low, barely loud enough for anyone else to hear. he glanced sideways, his grin widening as he caught the look in your eyes. “very,” you murmured back, feeling a flush of warmth creep up your cheeks. for a second, the world seemed to slow down, just you and him in that quiet bubble. “perfect,” he said softly, giving your shoulder a light squeeze as he pressed his cheek closer to yours, just letting the moment sink in. sunghoon adjusted the angle, his eyes lingering on the two of you with an almost protective fondness. but before he could press the shutter, sunoo popped up from nowhere, his face wide-eyed and eager. "wait, me too!" he exclaimed, practically bouncing into place, flashing a peace sign. sunghoon rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help smiling as he adjusted the camera. "alright, guess we’ve got a group shot now."

“a group shot?” jay’s voice rang out from across the room, and before you knew it, he was striking an exaggerated pose behind you, puffing his chest out and giving the camera his best “model” face, making you all burst out laughing. right on cue, niki calmly sidled into the frame, controller still in his hand as if he hadn’t left his game and slotted himself in beside sunoo, he shot sunghoon a relaxed nod. heeseung, never one to be left out, wandered over with a relaxed smile and threw up a peace sign, leaning in just enough to claim his spot, his face radiating mock innocence. and jungwon, who had been observing the scene with growing interest, tried to squeeze in from the other side, his face barely visible as he squashed himself between heeseung and jake. his laughter muffled as he struggled to find space. you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head, “guys, seriously? this was supposed to be a quick photo!” sunghoon just sighed, patiently waiting for everyone to settle before lifting the camera up again, his own grin breaking through as he tried to adjust everyone into the frame. “stop moving, ah—jungwon, we can barely see you.” “can you see me now?” jungwon said, pushing forward with a mischievous grin, barely visible in the sea of faces. "alright, everyone ready?" sunghoon said, barely containing his laughter as he looked through the viewfinder. you could tell he was struggling to keep the camera steady as everyone jostled for space, faces scrunched and shoulders squished together. "hold up, i’m not ready!" jay shouted, striking another absurdly dramatic pose. "jay, you’re ridiculous," you laughed, almost crying from how absurdly packed the frame was getting. “shhh,” niki muttered calmly, still holding his controller like a prop, acting like this entire scene was completely normal.

the camera clicked just as the whole group burst into laughter, caught mid-laugh, mid-shove, mid-chaos. sunghoon checked the developing photo with a grin, shaking his head. “you all look ridiculous.” “that’s the point,” you replied, beaming as you took in their happy, ridiculous faces. sunghoon eyes scan the developing polaroid, his eyes narrowing as he realized he wasn’t in it. he looked up, his face twisting into an exaggerated expression of betrayal. “hey! what about me?” he called out, waving the camera like he’d been wronged by the entire universe. “i’m not even in the photo!” the group turned back, snickering at his complaint. jay, hands stuffed casually in his pockets, shot him a lazy grin. “you’re the one who wanted to play photographer, man.” heeseung grinned, tossing up another peace sign like a model. “come on, just imagine we’re all posing for you, like… forever.” sunghoon groaned, feigning a wounded look as he crossed his arms, tossing you a playful pout. “wow, I see how it is,” he muttered, his eyes sparkling with mock betrayal. sunoo, laughing behind a hand, took in sunghoon’s overdramatic expression. “let’s take another one.” jake suggested, a mischievous smirk on his face as he nudged sunghoon. “hyung, hand me the camera,” niki said, reaching out a hand. “i’ll take the photo.”

sunghoon’s face lit up, and he quickly handed the camera over to niki, who stretched his arm out, adjusting the angle so it included him the angle. sunghoon took the chance to casually squeeze in next to you, bumping shoulders in a way that felt both natural and intentional. the other boys quickly shuffled back, this time forming a protective circle around sunghoon, making sure he’d have his spot. heeseung threw up another peace sign, jay threw in a thumbs-up, and sunoo gave a dramatic wink as everyone crowded in with their best exaggerated poses. jungwon even squeezed in front, leaning back onto jake’s shoulder with a grin, doing his best to hog the frame. “alright, everyone ready?” niki asked, holding up the camera with a small smirk. the group nodded, snickering as they tried not to move. the flash went off, freezing them all in a wild blur of laughter, goofy faces, and tangled arms. sunghoon’s grin was wide, his expression filled with something softer, content. this was it—the memory he’d been waiting for, finally captured, with him right in the heart of it all. the boys crowded together, laughing and nudging each other as they admired the photos, you bit back a frown when you realized, you didn’t want to leave—the thought of being away even just for a few days, to be separated from them, kind of made you feel anxious. like it just didn't feel right. maybe, just maybe, you’d found your place here... with them. but how could you keep it? could you even hold onto it? but you already knew the answer to that. the only way was to stay in control, to protect this fragile bond. it was too precious, too rare to risk. yet as much as you tried to ignore it, the quiet ache of your heat lingered at the back of your mind, a devil on your shoulder whispering, tempting you to let go, to surrender to their warmth, to let them in in ways that felt too dangerous. you gripped the necklace around your neck, fingers fidgeting with the useless pendant, the weight of it grounding but frustrating all the same. you wished it had worked longer, wished it would let you just be with them without the heavy veil of your heat creeping in. if it had, maybe you wouldn’t have to leave soon, wouldn’t have to find hyunjin for help managing it. would things have been different then? it’s unfair. a stupid set of rules, a fragile pendant meant to keep your own body in check, instincts you had to suppress—none of it felt like it should matter here. you wanted to break free of it, to just exist with them, let yourself lean in without second-guessing every move. but the rules had been carved deep, whispering caution even as you clutched the necklace, the pendant’s cool metal pressing into your fingers.

exhaustion hit everyone hard. it made sense—they’d come straight from work, thrown themselves into building that ridiculous excuse for a fort, and spent hours playing games without a single break. now, each of them was sprawled out on the floor, a tangled mess of pillows and blankets, looking utterly wiped. jungwon leaned against the couch, flicking through movie options with a lazy thumb, occasionally nudging sunoo, who was clutching a pillow tightly to his chest, eyelids fluttering with sleep. heeseung and niki were glued to their phones, nudging each other whenever something funny popped up, laughter breaking through their tired murmurs. sunghoon and jay sat side by side, both scrolling through reels, though sunghoon kept fiddling with the polaroid camera, occasionally glancing at the growing stack of photos he’d taken, a satisfied smile slipping across his face. jake lay stretched out on the floor, looking completely content, chatting lazily with jungwon and sunoo, his voice a low, soothing murmur. meanwhile, you stood in the kitchen, gulping down a glass of water like it was the only thing keeping you conscious. exhaustion tugged at your eyelids, daring you to give in, but you knew why you’d held out this long—because you were awake, fully aware, keeping your omega instincts in check. sleep, however, was another story. if you passed out here, surrounded by them, you couldn’t be sure you’d stay in control. especially not with how worn out you felt. when you walked back into the living room, jay nudged sunghoon, gesturing at the open spot on the floor beside him. “make some space, hoon,” he muttered, before glancing up at you. “hey, you can crash here if you want,” he offered, voice soft and sincere. you eyed the empty spot and shook your head, masking the hesitation with a lighthearted smile. “thanks, but I think I’ll just go back to my room,” you said with a light smile, keeping it casual even as exhaustion tugged at your resolve, softening the carefully set boundaries you’d tried so hard to hold. sleeping too close to them? not a chance. “nooo,” jake protested, his voice soft with a hint of a pout, disappointment flickering in his eyes. “you’re supposed to stay with us.” he held your gaze, brows knit, before glancing over at sunoo, a nervous plea in his expression, silently begging for support. you looked around, taking in their hopeful, almost sad expressions, and it made you feel like a complete ass for even considering leaving. after all, they’d set all this up for you. still, the thought of sleeping so close to them was risky, and you weren’t sure it was worth it. sensing your lingering hesitation, sunoo gave a gentle tug, subtly steering you away from the hallway that led to your room. “just this once, please?” he begged, pouting, his voice softening as he added, “we did all this so we could have a cute sleepover. it means nothing if you’re not here.”

your eyes darted between sunoo’s pleading gaze and jake’s hopeful expression, feeling the gentle pull of their insistence chip away at your last bit of resistance. “fine,” you sighed, finally relenting. “but i’m taking the couch.”

the moment the words left your mouth, sunoo clapped his hands together, his eyes lighting up as if you’d just made his day. he grinned wide, sending the other boys a triumphant look and they discreetly exchanged relieved glances, visibly relaxing.

you tried to get cozy, stretching out and pulling a blanket over yourself. the soft cushions enveloped you, and you could already feel your muscles slowly releasing the tension you hadn’t even realized you were holding. from here, you could still see them, hear the familiar hum of their voices, and it comforted you more than you’d admit. staying a little removed felt safe, like you could relax without dropping your guard completely. “sleeping already?” jake’s voice broke through the soft lull, warm with a teasing edge. you heard him shift on the floor, craning his neck to look up at you. “yeah, i need it,” you muttered, your voice already thick with drowsiness. “long day, and you guys wore me out.” sunghoon chuckled, still fiddling with the camera in his hands. “you're welcome,” he quipped just like he had before earlier in the night. he didn't even look up, but the smugness in his tone was clear. you rolled your eyes, snuggling deeper into the blanket as you turned your head away, feeling the weight of the day begin to fade. maybe it was the comfort of being here with them, or maybe it was just pure exhaustion, but you could feel the tension melting away, surrendering to the pull of sleep. “sleep tight,” jungwon called softly from his spot on the floor, his tone a mix of amusement and warmth, as if he knew exactly how close you were to drifting off. “night,” you murmured, the word barely a whisper as your eyes drooped, your mind already slipping into the quiet comfort of sleep. the boys’ gentle conversations blurred into a soft, soothing lullaby, filling the room with a sense of warmth and safety you hadn’t felt in so long. their voices slowly faded into the distance, and you were out. gone. they watched you for a second, just to be sure, exchanging glances before they started moving. jungwon motioned toward the blanket, eyes flicking to your peaceful face, and sunoo quickly tiptoed to heeseung’s room. he came back, holding the blanket out to heeseung like it was some sacred artifact, careful as hell not to wake you.

heeseung leaned in close, whispered a low, “okay,” his eyes flicking over to you, double-checking that you were out cold before he continued, “now, we scent it.” he knew damn well they were way over the line, wrecking every rule, stepping into territory they had no business touching.

but right now, none of that mattered. not with that pull he felt, the way you drew him in like gravity, tearing down every wall, no matter how wrong it was. he pressed the blanket hard against the back of his neck, feeling the heat of his skin sink deep into the fabric. she needs this, he thought, his chest tightening, an ache he couldn’t shake. this wasn’t just scent; this was his way of making sure you felt it, even if you didn’t realize it—felt that you were right where you needed to be.

with them.

the idea of never seeing you again scared the fuck out of him. there was no way he was backing out now. please, let this work, he thought, gripping that hope like a lifeline as he passed the blanket over to sunghoon, finally letting out the breath he hadn’t even noticed he’d been holding. sunghoon took it, looking down at the blanket clutched tightly in his grip. “you sure about this? what if it—” “just shut up and do it,” jay muttered. sunghoon shot him a glare, lips tight in silent protest. we shouldn’t be doing this, he thought, the doubt scraping at him. but he pressed the blanket against his neck anyway.

he wanted you—needed you—in a way he hadn’t realized before. he had known it the moment he’d snapped that photo of you and jake, that pang of something fierce and possessive twisting in his chest. he pressed the fabric harder against his neck, trying to ignore the flutter in his stomach, and passed the blanket to jungwon. jungwon held it, staring for a long second like it held every answer he’d been searching for. we’re really doing this, he thought, feeling a jolt of nervous excitement. his hyungs were watching him, eyes filled with some quiet, shared worry. jay leaned in, asked, “you good, or wanna back out?” jungwon swallowed, the question hovering in his mind for a split second. it’d be so damn easy to stop, walk away, stick to the rules. but when he looked at you, he knew there was no way. he shook his head, firm, “no.” taking a deep breath, he pushed down the nerves curling in his stomach, rubbing the blanket against his skin, his eyes closing as the weight of what they were doing sank in. yeah, they were breaking every rule, but he knew you were worth every bit of it. passing the blanket to sunoo, his heart pounded, but he felt more sure now than he’d ever felt. sunoo took it with a calm, almost serene expression, but there was a glint in his eyes, something intense flickering. without a second’s hesitation, he pressed it to his neck, rubbing slow, deliberate. she makes me feel safe, he thought, warmth filling him as he glanced over at you. it’s my turn now. you’d always broken through his walls, made him feel real, like he didn’t have to hide anything.

he nuzzled the blanket against his cheek, leaving a soft touch, almost like a promise. she deserves to feel protected. he handed the blanket to niki, a quiet smile slipping onto his face, feeling lighter than he had all night. niki hesitated, hands trembling as he took the blanket. he looked at you, worry clenching in his chest. he chewed on his lip, anxiety biting at him. but the thought of you needing him, of you turning to him, held him steady. he sighed, shaky but determined, rubbing his scent in a new spot, wanting you to know he’d be there, that he’d always have your back. doubt still lingered, though. he had wondered if he was doing the right thing, if he felt as strongly as his hyungs seemed to. maybe this will help me figure it out, he thought.

jake’s hand was already out, ready, no hesitation. he took the blanket from niki and rubbed it against his neck, down his chest, marking it, deep and sure, while the others rolled their eyes at him taking his sweet time. but jake stayed focused, letting the fabric sink against his skin. he tilted his head back, remembering the feel of your cheek against his, the warmth still there, seared into him. he cared about you in a way he hadn’t thought possible, more than he’d ever let himself admit. a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. he didn’t think he'd care this much. but he did. he had wanted to be close to you, to be someone you could count on. i want you to feel me.

jake raised a brow, glancing around at the rest of them—everyone's way too damn serious, and with a slow, shit-eating grin creeping up, he reached down, tugging at his waistband, gripping the blanket like he was seconds away from shoving down his pants. he wiggled his brows, waiting for someone to dare him to go through with it.

niki let out a loud snort, the sound echoing through the room, and they all panicked, eyes widening as they whipped around to check if you’d woken up. sunoo’s eyes went wide, hands flying to his mouth, a shit-eating grin spreading under his fingers as he watched heeseung snatch the blanket from jake’s hands, his expression torn between amusement and horror.

slowly, their gazes darted over to you, breaths held, every one of them frozen in place. jungwon clapped a hand over his mouth, but it was no use—he started wheezing, shoulders shaking as he leaned into niki, struggling to keep his laughter quiet. every time someone even breathed a little too loud, sunghoon would shoot them a look, half-serious, half-begging them to keep it together.

“dude,” heeseung whispered harshly, barely keeping a straight face, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth giving him away. “can you not?”

jay snatched the blanket from heeseung, shooting jake a deadpan glare. “we’re trying to scent her, not kill her with the smell of your sweaty ball sack,” he muttered, shaking his head as he inspected the blanket, giving it a cautious sniff just to make sure jake hadn’t actually gone through with his little stunt.

the moment jay muttered “ball sack,” niki, jungwon, sunoo and even heeseung practically lost it, shoulders shaking as they desperately tried to hold in their wheezing laughter. niki bit down on his fist, eyes crinkling, while jungwon’s face was buried in niki’s shoulder, his whole-body trembling.

jay’s eyes narrowed, clutching the blanket like it was some sacred object, his voice barely a whisper as he glared at jake, “if this thing smells like you, i swear…”

jay being dead serious, only made things worse. niki’s hand slipped from his mouth, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. all of them wheezing, doubled over, and sunoo had to turn away, his mouth pressed tight, eyes watering as he struggled not to burst out loud, their silent laughter making the whole thing ten times harder to control.

sunghoon glanced over at you, eyes widening when he saw you shift slightly, as if you might wake up. he immediately froze, finger pressed to his lips, frantically shushing everyone, trying to keep his own laugh in check. then he nudged jay in the ribs, mouthing, keep it down.

“what? i’m just trying to help scent it,” jake whispered mid-laughter, wiping the tears from his eyes. his tone was pure innocence, though the grin plastered on his face said the exact opposite. “figured it could use a little… extra.”

jay’s glare only intensified, which sent the group spiraling into yet another round of snickers. still wheezing, jake reached over and gave jay a light slap on the arm. “just scent the damn thing already." jay rolled his eyes, groaning. “ugh, last thing i need is all this crap up my nose.” but he brought the blanket up anyway, took a cautious sniff, and his expression shifted, a little surprised as he processed it. instead of being overwhelming, it was actually kind of mild, pleasant even. “huh, didn’t hate that as much as expected,” he muttered, rubbing it along his neck and then, without thinking, pressing it lightly against his lips like leaving a soft, invisible kiss. “corny,” niki had whispered, snickering as sunoo nudged him, both of them trying—and failing—to stifle their laughter. “just get on with it,” sunghoon muttered, exasperated. jay raised the crumpled blanket in his fist, holding it up threateningly like he was two seconds away from chucking it at sunghoon. “let me finish scenting, i waited for you idiots to finish, didn’t i?” he shot back, though his voice softened as he glanced over at you. the thought of you waking up, catching the scent, feeling that connection—it made it all worth this ridiculous ritual. with one last glance at you, he handed the blanket back, each of them leaving their own mark, like some messed-up bonding moment that they couldn’t deny was actually binding them together. heeseung exhaled through his nose, giving a final nod. “okay, that should be good enough.” he muttered.

“do we just… put it on her?” niki whispered, eyes darting nervously between the blanket and your sleeping form. “no, we should swap the one she’s using so the scent is stronger and right against her skin,” jungwon said, taking the blanket from jay. he tiptoed toward you, trying to keep his footsteps quiet, but as he reached to pull your blanket off, his hands hovered awkwardly in the air, clearly too freaked out to actually touch you. heeseung rolled his eyes, groaning silently as he waved jungwon back. “get back here.” he looked ready to get it done himself, but sunoo shook his head in distress. “hyung, i think i should do it,” sunoo whispered, looking dead serious. “no, me,” niki muttered, stepping forward. but before he could take another step, sunghoon, jay, and jake all whisper-yelled in unison, “not you!” niki blinked, eyes wide before his lips curved into a smirk, clearly amused by their collective distrust. he tried to keep a straight face, but sunoo shot him a warning look. “let me try,” sunghoon whispered, taking the blanket with shaky hands, bunching it up like he was about to do something serious. he moved towards you, but his hands were a disaster, darting forward, then pulling back like he couldn’t decide if he actually had the nerve to do it. he finally reached out to tug the blanket from your feet, but you shifted, and he froze mid-reach. the entire room went dead silent, nobody even daring to breathe. sunghoon stood there like a deer in headlights before slowly stepping back, shrugging at the others, whispering, “at least i touched it.” heeseung, throwing his hands up, finally stepped forward, determined to get it done. but the moment his foot hit something—sunghoon’s damn camera—he let out a quiet hiss, sucking in a breath and giving sunghoon a murderous look, his face saying, why the fuck would you leave that there?

“i can’t do it,” heeseung mouthed, throwing in the towel and retreating in silent defeat. jay, rolling his eyes and muttering under his breath, finally snatched the blanket from him, jaw set in pure determination.

he moved with quiet confidence, taking slow, measured steps, his face dead serious as if he were handling some high-stakes mission. his hands trembled slightly as he reached down, gently pulling the blanket from you, his heart hammering so loud he was sure everyone could hear it. but he didn’t stop. the others stood watching, eyes wide, holding their breath.

somehow, jay pulled it off, managing to slip the scented blanket over you like some protective shield without so much as a twitch from you. as he stepped back, they all let out a collective sigh of relief, each of them settling down in their spots, sneaking glances at you as you turned, face peaceful, your breathing steady. completely clueless.

"hyung, where’s the photo of me?" sunoo piped up, breaking the silence a little as he stretched his legs out in front of him, still hugging his pillow. sunghoon, looking momentarily confused, dug into his pocket and pulled out the polaroid of sunoo, smirking as he handed it over. "here, princess." sunoo snatched it from his hand, holding the photo up to inspect it under the dim light. "why do i look so sleepy?" "because you always look like that," jungwon teased from his spot on the floor, flicking the remote back and forth between channels though the volume was completely muted, never settling on one. "seriously, sunoo, that’s just your face." the group chuckled quietly, the conversation drifted from there, moving from random shit like sunoo’s perpetually sleepy expression to the latest shows they’d been watching and random gossip from work. it was the kind of mindless chatter that felt easy, something to fill the silence without waking you up. jake, lying flat on his back, stared up at the ceiling, occasionally chiming in, but mostly just letting the quiet buzz of their voices lull him into a more relaxed state. every now and then, he’d glance over at you, checking to make sure you were still fast asleep. "should we just put on a random movie?" jungwon finally asked, looking around at the others. "nah, no one's gonna pay attention," jay replied, not even looking up from his phone as he scrolled through reels. "we're all about to crash anyway." "yeah, i’m already half out," heeseung admitted, yawning and stretching out his legs in front of him. "let’s just call it a night. get some sleep." even as sleep began to tug at their weary bodies, their eyes stayed on you, watching the slow, steady rise and fall of your chest, you were the last thing each of them saw as their eyes finally fluttered shut. for now, they could only hope—hope that the night would pass quietly, that the blanket’s scent would be enough to ease you through till morning, to keep you steady, to keep you with them. one by one, they finally gave in, exhaustion overtaking them, and sleep crept in, pulling them under with lingering thoughts of you still warm in their minds.

as you drift into sleep, the soft warmth of the blanket wrapped around you feels like a gentle cocoon, its scent comforting, familiar—a grounding smell that lulls you deeper, safe and protected, even though you can’t quite place where it came from. at first, it’s calming, a quiet reassurance that you’re secure here.

you stirred, body reacting before your mind could catch up, your skin prickling as that heat began to build, the ache in your core waking up, restless. a thin layer of sweat covered your forehead, your legs rubbing together instinctively as your body sought relief. even in sleep, you could feel it—the undeniable pull of an alpha.

their scents wrapped around you until it felt like they’d seeped straight into your bones. each of them had something distinct, but together, they were a filthy mix of everything that made them alphas—all fire and smoke, sweetness and raw hunger, hitting you from every direction, pulling you under.

then things started heating up, literally. you felt hot, you felt like your body was on fire. your body jumped ahead of your brain, heat rolling under your skin, an ache sparking to life low in your belly. a fine line of sweat gathered at your hairline, your legs rubbing together, hips shifting like they had a mind of their own, slick gathering between your thighs, thick and warm, like your body was being prepared to let an alpha in. you’d needed an alpha to take you, claim you, fuck you so hard until the need was satisfied. the images of them came crashing in, faces burned into your mind like it was too much, like you were drowning in it.

the second your scent filled the room, every one of them went on high alert. you might as well have thrown match in gasoline. it was that instant, that consuming. their instincts kicked in, feral, tearing through the haze of sleep and snapping them all into focus. you were in heat—fuck, they could practically taste it, the desperation dripping off you, sweet and raw, like honey.

they sat up like they'd been shot, sleep fading fast—bed hair, dazed eyes still squinting, but the alpha in each of them fully fucking awake, ready, nerves wired tight. their eyes landed on you splayed out on the couch, a blanket barely hanging off one shoulder, your body writhing, a feverish mess. your heat was pure fucking fuel, demanding they give in to that raw, desperate need that felt like it would tear them apart if they didn’t satisfy it.

but jake? he was hit harder, more fucked up by it than the rest. he didn't move from his spot and is still lying on the mattress, one arm flung over his eyes like he could hide from it. your scent was thick, all vanilla and heat. just purely you. searing into him until his mouth went dry, and all he could think about was the taste of your sweet pussy. he’d peek every now and then, unable to resist, seeing you shivering on the couch, the scent of you making his whole-body burn, a quiet whine slipping past his lips before he could stop it. he wanted a taste so badly it ached. heeseung, though—quickly bolted, feet dragging him behind the couch like that’d save him, pressing against the backrest like he’d be safe if he kept it between you two. he towered over you, hands sliding under your armpits to lift you, pulling you up until you were sitting there, soft and pliant, your body weak against his. your head lolled back, landing against the couch’s backrest and heeseung’s gaze was locked on you. his eyes start taking in every fucking inch of you—your flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes half-lidded but glazed, just staring blankly at him like you couldn’t even see straight.

he braced himself, knuckles white as he gripped the couch, fingers digging in so hard you could hear the faint creak of fabric under his hands. his gaze slid down to the curve of your neck, the way your collarbone glistened with sweat. your hard nipples poking through your top, teasing him, hard as diamonds, daring him, begging him to do something about it.

but his eyes kept coming back to the gland at your throat, pulsing, right there, bare and vulnerable, heat radiating off it. he just wanted to sink his teeth into you. the struggle was written across his face, muscles tensing as he held himself back, eyes locked onto that spot like it was magnetic.

heeseung took a sharp breath, nostrils flaring as he broke eye contact, forcing himself back against the couch, arms stretching out, trying to pull his shit together.

jay, on the other hand, cleared his throat, eyes darting around like he was desperately trying to think of something, anything, to distract himself. his gaze fell to your chest, nipples straining against that thin fabric, and he was out, voice rough as he muttered, “water. yeah. she needs water,” practically stumbling over his own feet as he headed to the kitchen. you could hear the water running, the sound pulling you a little out of the haze, making you sit up, hands pressing against the couch as you tried to orient yourself. but the heat wasn’t letting up, blurring the edges of everything, making it hard to focus. sunoo finally loosened his death grip on the pillow he’d been holding for dear life, hesitating before inching closer. he settled on the armrest beside you, sliding in on your left with this look of nervous determination. you barely even glanced at him, brows knitting together as you tried to piece together what was happening, and with a shaky right hand, he reached out, the back of it grazing your forehead. the touch sparked every nerve like he’d pressed some kind of switch. you felt your body respond, like a door had been opened. your pheromones, now more potent, more concentrated, leaked into every corner until they were all drowning in it. his eyes darkened, suddenly feeling a bit bolder that you weren't pushing him away. the sounds, the voices, the shuffling around you as they all reel—they might as well have been miles away because none of it existed in that moment. he was drinking in every second of it, like he’d been waiting for you to look at him like this, and his touch lingered, making you chase it, leaning in just to keep him close.

“she’s burning up,” he murmured, his fingers trembling as he brushed a few stray strands from your face, taking his time, moving slow, like he wasn’t even sure he should be touching you like this. when he tucked your hair behind your ear, you melt into his hand, sighing, your eyes fluttering shut, letting yourself just sink into the warmth of his fingers.

you felt a spark, that flicker of boldness that urged your tongue to flick over his finger, shy but intentional yet never breaking eye contact, like you were testing him, testing yourself. his teeth sank into his bottom lip, fighting back a groan, eyes locked on you like you were a damn fever dream come to life. the pure, unapologetic want, it made him shudder. he let out a rough sigh, his cock twitching painfully as his hand from your check now moved, fingers threading into your hair, sliding right to the nape of your neck his fingertips pressing just enough to send a tingle down your spine. he started rubbing circles into your scalp, slow and maddeningly gentle, but his eyes were anything but—they were dark, intense, that kind of look that made your pussy even wetter.

with a slow, almost teasing tug, he pulled your head back, his grip firmer, making you gasp and let out this small whimper. “yeah?” he murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, like he knew exactly what he was doing, and fuck, he loved the effect he had.

“oh, you like that, huh?” his fingers tightened just a notch, and your lips trembled, barely managing a soft, shaky “yes—” before jay came crashing in, practically stumbling over his own damn feet as he shoved a glass of water between you.

“here, drink,” he muttered, clearly unaware he’d just bulldozed over whatever the hell was happening between you.

jay crouched down, pressing the glass to your lips, and you latched onto it, gulping desperately. water spilled down your chin, trickling along your neck, but you couldn’t care less—gripping his wrist like it was the only damn thing keeping you upright. you squeezed your eyes shut, drinking like you’d been dying of thirst, not realizing how much you needed it.

when you finally finished, he straightened up, and as your eyes fluttered open, relief and a strange gratitude flooded through you. “thanks,” you managed, voice barely above a whisper, but as you met his eyes, you felt your stomach drop.

jay’s stare was dark as hell, like he was mentally stripping you down and fucking you in his head. his gaze dropped, and you felt your stomach twist as you realized what he was zeroing in on. your nipples, hard and pushing through the thin fabric of your tank top, on full display.

your eyes widened, heat flooding your face. but when you looked back at him, he didn’t even pretend to be subtle—no shame, no hesitation, just raw, unfiltered hunger written all over his face. your heart raced, and you forced yourself to look away, snapping your gaze straight ahead, trying to find some kind of escape from whatever the hell was happening.

but then you saw it—right in front of you, his cock, hard as fuck, straining against his pajamas like it was ready to tear right through. if you inched even a fraction closer, you’d be able to…you licked your lips, the thought sending a pulse of heat through your whole body. your thighs clenched instinctively, and he noticed—could see in his eyes that he saw the effect he had on you, and he was loving every second of it.

his fingers gripped the empty glass so hard you heard the faintest crack holding back from whatever wild, impulsive thought had just blazed through his mind. he let out a tight, shaky exhale through his nose, jaw clenching, and somehow found it in him to pull away, heading back to the kitchen. but even as he walked away, you couldn't fucking relax.

the tension in the room so thick, it was like trying to breathe through cement. the water helped, if only a little, just enough to realize exactly what had gone down—how soaked you were from sunoo’s touch, the way your whole body had reacted, and now, with the fog clearing, you could see them all scattered around. chests heaving, expressions tight and their hard-ons weren’t exactly hiding, either, all tented up under the thin pajamas.

sunghoon was off to your right, back pressed against the edge of the sofa as he sat on the mattress on the floor. he’d chosen to stay down there, clearly putting some distance between you, his gaze unfocused, fixed somewhere off to the side, forcing himself to stay calm. then jake, lying just a foot from your feet, flat on his back, pillow smashed over his face as he clutched it for dear life, clearly trying to keep himself in check—but even that couldn’t hide the raging boner pressing through his pants, practically begging to be noticed.

jungwon groaned, head tipping back, and that sound tore your attention away from jake instantly. there he was, in the middle of the room, leaning back on his palms, legs crossed, looking like he was barely holding himself together.

when he straightened up, his eyes locking onto yours with a stare so sharp and fucking intense, you flinched. your pulse spiking under that gaze, every nerve lit up and on edge. the silence was deafening, so heavy you could practically feel it suffocating you, making it impossible to think past your scorching heat.

alpha, you force yourself to look away, trying to shake off the omega inside you, screaming for relief until your gaze landed on niki and jay sprawled out on the couch, both looking infuriatingly calm, legs spread wide, like they had all the time in the world to watch you crumble.

you managed to look away, but it didn’t help. your gaze landed on niki and jay on the couch, leaning back relaxed, legs spread out—niki with a glass of water pressed to his lips, watching, while jay just sat there, elbow on another couch's armrest, hands clasped over his mouth, rubbing at his jaw in this lazy, drawn-out way.

their stares burned into you, making you squirm in your seat, and that’s when you felt it. you cringed at the sticky sensation between your thighs and there it was—a dark, wet spot spread across your shorts and onto the couch. “shit,” you muttered, barely able to believe the state you were in—it looked like you pissed yourself.

your heart and body were at each other’s throats, a brutal clash of shame and pure, primal need. the embarrassment twisted your gut, the humiliation of them seeing you like this—desperate and fucking leaking. yet, underneath that shame, the hunger burned like wildfire. you needed them—alphas. your whole body was screaming for it, every ounce of reason obliterated by that raw, gnawing desire.

you mumbled incoherently, the words slipping out before you could even process them, every thought battling against that relentless instinct, “no… i—” you choked, barely holding it together. “i’m—fuck.” your mind couldn’t string a damn thought together; it was all slipping, your face betraying the struggle, the war between want and horror clear as day.

your gaze flicked over each of them, eyes filling with that undeniable hunger, only to fall back into shame, horror twisting through you as you realized how fucked-up this all was. tears burned at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision as another fierce, agonizing throb pulsed through you, wrenching a raw, desperate cry from deep in your throat.

the need clawing at you so hard you thought it might tear you apart. you tried to cling to the rules, the boundaries you’d fought so hard to keep, forcing yourself to remember why you had to hold back, why you couldn’t give in. your father, everything that would be on the line if you lost control—it should’ve been enough.

but it wasn’t.

you needed them. fuck, you needed them so bad it was painful, each second making it harder to hold onto any control, barely able to breathe. another strangled, broken cry tore out of you felt yourself completely shatter, seeing white spots, your head dropping, nothing but a numbing pain in your head.

your heat had completely taken over, burning you up from the inside, blurring everything around you until nothing else fucking mattered. every single one of them was staring, those gazes pinning you down, making you feel stripped bare, more desperate by the second, like there wasn’t a single barrier left to hold onto.

you squeezed your eyes shut, head falling back against the couch as a shaky, breathless gasp slipped out. the relentless, throbbing ache between your legs drove your hips forward, your back arching as your legs spread wide, exposing just how fucking far gone you were. a desperate, needy whimper escaped your lips, like you were calling them to look, to see the filthy mess you’d made of yourself, practically begging without words, offering everything.

your face said it all—nothing but raw, unfiltered want, pure fucking need written all over you. every tremor, every heavy breath, showed that you’d given in, that you’d let them do whatever the hell they wanted without a second thought.

your toes curled against the mattress, another wave of hot-as-fuck heat slamming through you, ripping a gasp from your throat, your vision going blinding white. a raw, guttural groan tore out of you, the burn eating you alive from the inside out. "fuck, it’s hot," you panted, barely getting the words out.

you looked around at them, eyes flicking between each one, desperate, damn near trembling, but the looks on their faces—like they were about to pass out from fighting it off—told you they knew exactly how much danger they were in, what kind of risks they'd be taking. your gaze finally landed on sunoo, leaning back like he had all the time in the world, elbow propped up on the couch, hand against his cheek, smirking.

"sunoo," you croaked, voice thin and needy, head drooping as that dizzy heat climbed up, making your mind swim in some fucked-up haze. "it hurts," you barely choked out, throat tight like you’d swallowed gravel. you had to scrape together whatever shred of dignity you had left just to raise your eyes back to him, voice barely a whisper, "help."

that one little word shattered jake. he rolled over, face buried in the pillow, muttering a pissed-off, muffled “fuck,” grinding his rock-hard dick into the mattress like that’d actually help anything. but your scent was everywhere, thick, dizzying, making his head spin so bad he couldn’t stand it. finally, he pushed himself up on his elbows, all fight drained out of him, staring at you like he was one second away from losing his goddamn mind.

every drop of blood in his body surged south as his eyes locked on the wet spot between your thighs, his mouth going bone-dry. he swallowed, dragging himself over, his hand trailing up your ankle, and you flinched, letting out a little squeak that might’ve been cute if he wasn’t already so gone.

he kept his head low, like he was trying to play it cool, but his hands were shaking, practically vibrating. fuck, he couldn’t help it—he wanted to bury his face right there, needed it like a junkie looking for a fix.

“jake,” heeseung’s voice cut in, low and warning, coming from right behind you. it took you a second to realize he’d been right behind you this whole time, watching everything, just barely out of your line of sight—he’d seen everything. you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of look he had on his face now.

jake let out a low, irritated grunt, clearly not planning to back down. "but she smells so fucking good," he shuddered, both hands sliding from your ankles up to your thighs, the sensation making your hips roll. feeling a bit bold, you spread your legs for him, desperate for him to touch you where you wanted him to.

seeing how much you'd leaked for them made him groan, "oh, fuck," his voice barely holding steady. his grip dug deeper into your thighs, dragging out a choked gasp, and the moment you whimpered, "jake, please," you thought for sure he'd dive right in.

instead of going where you thought he’d go, jake’s head dropped down, his face pressing right into the soaked spot you’d left on the cushion. he inhaled deeply, like a man starved, groaning as his eyes rolled back, looking completely fucking gone on you.

he didn’t just stop there—he pressed his mouth to the damp spot, licking it up with a filthy, shameless moan, sucking on the fabric like he’d lost all sense of control. “mhm, fuck… oh, fuck… shit, i can taste your pussy,” he muttered, voice muffled against the cushion, “so fucking good.”

the sounds he made—wet, obscene, downright dirty—had a low, desperate moan slipping out of you. you couldn’t stop yourself, your hips rolling up as you matched his moans, feeding off his raw desperation. every rough inhale, every filthy lick sent another shiver through you, soft, breathy whimpers escaping like you were both spiraling down, locked in that hazy, needy loop.

he growled into the cushion, voice dark and hoarse, “fuck, keep moaning like that, just keep doing that for me,” and you couldn’t help it, matching every damn sound he made, his mouth glued to the cushion like he was getting high off it, like he’d fucking die if he stopped.

heat had pooled low in your stomach, every inch of you throbbing, dripping, and jake was clearly aware of every last drop. his head snapped up, his breath hitching, eyes wide, pupils dark and blown with lust. “fuck… your pussy just keeps leaking,” he groaned, voice a raw mess.

“i can smell it—fuck, i can smell all of you,” he whimpered, his tongue slipping out as he panted, his gaze locked on you. “please… lemme touch myself,” he choked out, voice barely holding together. “please, wanna cum just from smelling you, from having your pussy right here.”

his whole body trembled, words coming out in a desperate, messy rush. “i won’t put it in, i swear… fuck, just let me… get off to your perfect fucking pussy,” he’d panted, glassy-eyed, his hips bucking up into nothing. you nod, whispering an “okay,” but heeseung’s voice cut through the haze.

“jake, that’s enough. stop.” his gaze locked on jake, a warning that was impossible to ignore, his tone dripping with authority, like he knows very damn well how things would go past the point of no return if this kept up.

jake snarled, downright furious at being told to stop, the fucking audacity of it clear in his glare as he shot daggers at heeseung.

“are you fucking serious?” he muttered under his breath, cursing every inch of ground heeseung was holding. even as he begrudgingly started to pull back, his whole body was tense, practically vibrating with the effort to hold himself back.

the second you felt him start to pull away, you lunged forward, a desperate, pissed-off “no!” slipping out as you hooked your arms around his neck, panting, “i don’t want him to stop... and it's not enough.”

without waiting for an answer, you tugged him back down, pressing his face hard against your soaked pussy, ignoring heeseung’s command completely, practically begging for it as you held him there.

jake needed no more convincing. with a muffled groan, he buried himself right back in, his mouth finding your clit through the fabric, flicking his tongue over it like he was making up for lost time.

“it’s okay,” you whispered, voice thick with need, and his eyes snapped up, a wicked gleam in them as you murmured, “just… don’t take off my panties.”

his eyes flashed with gratitude, like that was a damn blessing. “fuck yes,” he breathed, voice rough as he muttered a hasty, “thank you,” his hand sliding down, eager, finally wrapping around his cock.

he didn’t even try to hide his relief, his whole-body trembling like he’d been waiting for this forever. you couldn’t see exactly how hard he was from your angle, but the rough, slick sounds of him jerking himself off told you enough.

he let out a sharp, strangled yelp as he pumped himself faster, not holding back. his tongue flicking your clothed clit, hard enough to have your back arching off the couch. his mouth working you like he was hooked on it, and that stopping now would be his own personal hell.

jake groaned, his mouth forming a perfect “o” as he nuzzled deeper, practically huffing your scent like it was his own personal brand of fucking ecstasy. his words spilled out, raw and barely coherent, “i—i can't help it, fuck… your scent is fucking everything, makes me so hard,” his voice desperate as he mumbled, “smells so fucking good, so fucking perfect.”

“don’t stop, it feels so good,” you whimpered, a high, desperate moan escaping as his mouth pressed into you, sucking hard on your soaked shorts, though by now it was probably full of his saliva, your legs shook, head falling back, eyes rolling back in pure need as he devoured you without mercy.

he rocked his tongue against you in slow, teasing kitten licks, making you roll your hips against his mouth, matching his rhythm as he kept pumping himself. each muffled moan from him sent vibrations through you, amplifying the pressure, his eyes glued to yours as he imagined fucking you, the image so vivid that a high-pitched moan ripped out of him, loud and desperate.

god, you were shaking—your body trembling so hard he looked damn near smug. he fucking loved it, loved seeing you wrecked beneath him, his chin slick with spit as he finally pulled back, breathless but grinning like the devil himself.

“you said as long as the panties stayed on, right?” his fingers hooked into the waistband, tugging, like he was dying to pull them down but playing on that technicality.

you were so lost in the sensation, head thrown back, vision blurring with spots, that when you looked up, your gaze locked with heeseung’s. his smoldering stare sent a cold shiver down your spine, dark, intense, and hungry. even from this angle, he was practically swallowing you whole.

“y/n, you’re not fucking thinking straight,” jay’s voice cut through the haze, rough and uncertain, as he shifted forward from the other couch, clearly torn between holding himself back and throwing himself into the mix.

the way you’d lifted your hips, practically offering yourself to jake, had him thinking maybe—just maybe—you’d let him do something he’d been dying to do.

but jay’s words barely even registered, all you heard was the pounding in your head, all you felt was jake, and your eyes stayed locked on heeseung’s, who looked like he was one moan away from snapping.

his chest heaved, lips parted as he watched you with that razor-edge stare, his pupils blown. you could see his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard before growling, “you’re breaking the rules, omega.” like he was fighting his own damn instincts. “this shit stops now before it gets any worse.”

you wanted to snap back, but words escaped you, your body still shaking, mind fried by the way jake worshipped you, licking along the edge of your panties, his tongue dragging over the bare skin where your arousal had trailed down, his hot breath making you squeal.

a flicker of a filthy smile tugged at your lips, which only made heeseung’s cock twitch in response. oh, that look on your face was pure, calculated defiance.

but you weren’t backing down—not with jake making you feel so fucking good, not with every nerve in your body lit up, craving them even more. craving more alphas. craving your alphas.

“touch me, alpha. please.” you whisper, pleading, breath hitching as jake’s mouth drove you further, putting every ounce of energy into making sure your pussy was swollen by the time he was done.

the couch creaked under heeseung’s grip, his fingers digging in so hard you half expected it to splinter. he took a sharp breath through his nose, clearly fighting the urge to roll his eyes at the audacity of it all.

you, looking up at him with those needy eyes, fucking begging, was something he’d only ever dared to imagine. and here it was, right in front of him, sounding so much better, so much filthier than anything he’d conjured up in his head.

“it’s not breaking the rules if you don’t fuck me,” you gasped, every word coming out between heavy, desperate breaths, like you didn’t give a damn about the consequences, only the way he was looking at you.

heeseung’s nostrils flared, his gaze snapping to jake, still kneeling on the mattress, nestled between your thighs like he’d found his own personal heaven.

jake dragged his tongue in a slow, filthy stripe from your soaked panties all the way up the back of your thigh, savoring every inch, and then straightened on his knees. his cock hit the edge of the couch as he rose, grinding against it in a needy, helpless motion as his mouth worked its way up to the curve behind your knee, clearly just as gone as you were.

when his tongue reached the sensitive curve behind your knee, he shot heeseung a look—his gaze was pure fire, an unspoken don’t even think about interrupting, and heeseung’s lips twitched, barely holding back his amusement as he caught the silent claim.

heeseung’s gaze narrowed, but he held back, that slight, cocky smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he let jake have his moment. jake had let your legs dangle back over the couch, spread wide, exactly the way it was the first time you offered yourself to him.

heeseung just stepped back, his hands easing off the backrest, sending knowing looks to the other alphas around you as if silently giving them the go-ahead.

and it was sunghoon who moved first. not even bothered to glance at heeseung, his eyes were locked onto you, his focus unshakable. his footsteps padded softly across the room, and your breath hitched as you felt the sofa sink slightly on your right. your eyes snapped open, and there he was, sunghoon, sliding down onto one knee beside you, his gaze intense, like he didn’t give a damn about the other alphas circling you—he was here for you.

the couch creaked as he leaned closer, his slender fingers trailed up the length of your arm, leaving a searing path that made you shiver. by the time he reached the curve of your neck, your lip was caught between your teeth, eyes fluttering shut as a shudder ran through you under his touch.

meanwhile, jake was in his own little world, half-mumbling, half-gasping, “fuck… fuck, i think i’m gonna cum,” he choked out, sounding like he was a breath away from completely losing it. “gonna cum because of you, ‘cause of your fucking pussy… oh god,” his voice shook, his hand working faster, his face a mess of need and sheer desperation.

sunghoon’s head dipped, his nose brushing over your shoulder as he inhaled your scent, a low rumble vibrating from his chest. when his nose caught on your strap, he used it to pull the fabric down, exposing your bare shoulder.

he traced along your collarbone, his lips stopping right above your pulsing gland, and you could feel his restraint thinning. his breath grew hotter against your skin, tickling your neck as his hand came up to cup your cheek, turning your face to him, his eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes, dark and intense.

“sunghoon,” you murmured, your voice barely a whisper, but he was already leaning in, his gaze tracing every inch of your face. his thumb swiped across your lips, his own voice low, intimate, almost possessive.

"can i kiss you?"

god, he smelled amazing—orchid and sensual musk invaded your senses, turning your brain to mush. you were about to answer a 'yes' but the sound barely made it out before he crashed his mouth against yours, all that “patient sunghoon” gone to hell.

his tongue dragged along your bottom lip, groaning into your mouth, hot, sloppy, claiming every inch of you with each flick. saliva dripped down your chin as his tongue tangled with yours, and each breathy, muffled moan was swallowed, his touch setting every inch of you on fire.

the wet, filthy sound of your kiss filled the room, his mouth covering yours like he was starving. you could barely breathe, your whole body responding to him, your pussy clenching at the intensity.

jake saw it, too—the subtle twitch of your soaked panties, and it damn near drove him insane. he looked up, eyes darkening when he saw sunghoon devouring you, and he let out a loud, choked moan against your pussy, the vibration making your hips buck.

jake was a mess, muttering half-intelligible curses, his voice a wrecked jumble of sounds. “fuck… fuck, you're so hot, i wanna—” he gasped out, breath coming in sharp pants, his whole-body twitching like he was barely holding on.

“gonna cum just from your pussy… you’re doing this to me… oh god,” he whined, his voice barely holding it together, all shaky and desperate, as his hand pumped faster, any shred of self-control long gone. he looked up at you, completely fucking wrecked—hair a mess from how many times you’d yanked on it, his pajamas sticking to his skin, nearly translucent from how drenched in sweat he was. he looked like he’d been through hell and was ready to thank you for it, mouth hanging open, gasping like every breath was a battle.

“shit, hoon. keep doing that,” jake muttered, voice shaky as he grazed his teeth lightly into your thigh, like he was trying to mark you, too, before dropping his head, his nose pressing right against your clit, whimpering. rocking into his fist like a puppy in heat.

“she’s getting so fucking wet,” jake huffed, voice garbled as his hips bucked into his hand, the slick sounds growing louder, every garbled “yes, yes” tumbling out as his balls slapped against his palm.

completely transfixed by the way your body responded to sunghoon’s kiss, he let out another desperate groan, practically ripping his pants down to his knees, his cock springing free, hard and slick with precum.

heeseung shifted behind you, his presence wrapping around you like a second skin, and your stomach twisted in anticipation, pulse pounding as he leaned in, slotting himself between the make out session with hoon.

his hot breath against your neck as he ran his tongue along your earlobe. you jerked, a shiver running through you, breaking the kiss with sunghoon as he pulled back slightly, his lips lingering, gaze locked onto yours, completely entranced.

“are we making you feel good?” heeseung’s voice was low, teasing in your ear, like he didn’t already know the answer. his smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he glanced over at sunghoon, who hadn’t taken his eyes off you, fingers drifting from your cheek, trailing down between your breasts. the touch made you arch your back, a gasp slipping out as the overstimulation tore through you, and heeseung just chuckled, amused.

but sunghoon didn’t even spare heeseung a glance; he was fully fixated on you, his mouth crashing back against yours, hungrier than ever after watching you melt under his touch. his tongue swirled around yours, fingers teasing your nipple lightly, pulling a moan from you, and the second you made that sound, he pressed his hard cock against your thigh.

the heat and thickness of him was clear through his pajama pants, grinding up against you, his large hands squeezing your tits firmly, letting out a low, almost animalistic growl into your mouth. his restraint was barely hanging on, his hands trembling with the urge to just rip your shirt off and suck your nipples.

you pulled back slightly from sunghoon, a string of saliva connecting your lips, and you swore you heard him grunt, almost in protest. before you could process the heated gaze he was giving you, another hand snaked around to the nape of your neck. fingers threaded through your hair, giving it a firm tug that had you groaning, and when you turned, you found sunoo, a flicker of a smirk playing on his lips.

his eyes were locked onto the way your jaw went slack, body quivering under all the touches, your hazy, hooded gaze meeting his as you gasped, pitch rising with every touch.

“you never answered the question,” sunoo chuckled, letting the confusion settle on your face for a second before he leaned in close, whispering sweetly into your ear, his voice as smooth as honey but laced with wicked intent.

“are we making you feel fucking good?” he purred, his innocent tone only adding to the tension, knowing exactly what he was doing as you moaned, overwhelmed, the sound slipping out in answer to his deceptively sweet question.

you found yourself answering back, breathless and barely holding it together, “mm, y-yes…” the words slipped out as sunoo’s grip on your hair tightened, forcing you to look back down at jake, who was latched onto your clit, sucking like he was a man possessed.

every time he pulled on the fabric, a filthy, wet sound filled the air, and his throat rumbled like he was having the time of his life. he looked wrecked, like he was hanging on by a thread, his eyes glazed, practically short-circuiting down there.

“yeah?” sunoo’s voice was hot and smug in your ear, like he found it downright hilarious that you were losing it. “you really like this?” he sounded like he was enjoying every second of making you admit it, watching you crumble under their touch.

“yeah,” you mewled, suddenly embarrassed, squeezing your eyes shut as your voice wobbled. “making me feel so good, alphas,” you managed, feeling that heat rise to your cheeks.

“we know, baby,” he coaxed, each word smooth as sin. “but why don’t you tell us just how good jake’s making you feel?” his voice held that tone that said he knew exactly what he was doing, pulling those words right out of you.

jake looked up, catching your eyes, clearly loving the attention as he slowly lifted himself from between your legs, ready to hear whatever you were about to say.

and that’s when you got a real look at him—his cock, flushed and leaking, practically dripping with every needy stroke. veins were popping out along his arms, and his throat was rough from all the hoarse moans he’d been making. his cock bobbed with each pump, tip flushed pink, aimed right at you. you could tell by the look on his face that he was in another world, where he was fucking you senseless.

“oh god,” you gasped, barely able to handle it, eyes wide. “jake,” you whimpered, “i—i love it, fuck, you make me and my pussy feel so good.”

every word out of your mouth seemed to push him further over the edge. practically drooling as he choked out a broken, “fuck, yeah, i do,” his voice coming out in a tangled mess of need. his hand pumped harder over his cock, mumbling nonsense. “god, that pussy… i’ll do anything for that pussy, fuck,” he babbled, half-gone, just saying whatever the hell popped into his head.

sunoo’s gaze burned into you, his jaw clenched, and he looked about ready to combust. his cock twitched in his pants for what felt like the hundredth time today, every reaction you made engraving itself into his memory. the way you thrashed and moaned at jake’s words?

yeah, that was doing a number on him, too. overstimulated didn’t even begin to cover it, you were making sounds so high-pitched, so obviously wrecked, that sunoo had to bite back a curse. fucking perfect. he mouthed the word, like he was branding it.

even sunghoon, who had been holding it together, found himself palming his cock through his pants, gaze zeroed in on your face, his breaths coming heavier with every gasp you let out. he leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick a slow, heated line up your neck, and he groaned low, his voice pure gravel. when you squeaked, he didn’t hesitate, crashing his mouth against yours, completely ignoring the concept of subtlety.

he went right for it, fucking his tongue against yours like he was in a race. you tried to pull back for air, whining, but he just followed, not letting you escape for a second. his hand wrapped gently around your throat, keeping you in place with that maddeningly confident grip, tilting your head just so, while sunoo’s fingers slid through your hair, making sure you weren’t going anywhere.

sunoo had to practically glue his fingers to keep from gripping tighter, his hand itching to hear a filthy, breathless moan rip out of you, imagining you falling apart just for him.

his little daydream, though, was cut short by heeseung, who leaned in close, voice a rough whisper in your ear, “this is what you could have,” like he was spelling it out for you with every breath, making damn sure you felt it.

you tried to answer, but sunghoon was having none of it, mouth devouring every word, every sound, like he was staking his own claim right there.

finally fed up, sunoo leaned in, unable to stand on the sidelines a second longer, pressing a hot, sloppy kiss along your jaw, inching up till his tongue flicked over to your ear, letting you know he wasn’t about to stay out of the fun.

heeseung, practically growling in your other ear, sounded like he wanted to make sure you don't forget how good they can make you feel. “just give in to us,” he muttered, and there was no mistaking the intensity, he was dead serious.

“we’ll never do anything you don’t want,” heeseung murmured, his voice dipping into a sweet, seductive torture. you hadn’t even realized your eyes were shut, losing yourself in the mess of sensations they were pushing you into. you could practically see it all—their breaths hot on your skin, every touch leaving a brand, that you were theirs, and each whisper making it harder to remember where you were.

you started shaking, feeling that orgasm building, and jake could fucking sense it. they were relentless, crowding you like they were intent on suffocating you—in the best possible way. you were addicted to the feeling of sunghoon’s mouth on yours, so lost in the kiss that you grew bolder, tugging on his bottom lip, biting it just enough to make him groan. when he poked his tongue out, you didn’t hold back, sucking on it, making him moan huskily. jake? he absolutely lost it. watching you suck on sunghoon’s tongue, hearing you slurping his tongue, he was practically drooling. he poked his own tongue out as if he wanted his turn, looking absolutely wrecked with his throat raw and his knees digging into the mattress, burning from holding his weight.

his dick was throbbing, almost painfully, and he knew his orgasm was going to take him out. he couldn’t hold himself up anymore, doubling over, pressing his face against your panties—now soaked and carrying the scent of his spit—and he rubbed his face against you with a frantic, desperate need, wheezing as his own release finally crashed over him, intense and earth-shattering. his body convulsed, every muscle trembling as he let that euphoric wave hit him.

he let out the loudest, most broken moan, sounding like he was on the edge of tears, dragging it out, his cock slamming against the edge of the couch as he rubbed into it, imagining he was buried deep inside you. his volume had both you and sunghoon pulling away, momentarily stunned by how damn loud he was. thick spurts of cum decorated the mattress in messy splashes, each one making him shudder, his body jerking with every pulse, letting out a string of harsh, broken grunts.

even as he came, he didn’t look away from you. his eyes stayed locked on yours, fixed in that raw, desperate stare, not even when sunghoon had his tongue down your throat. it was like he needed you to see every raw, unrestrained second of him falling apart, needing you to feel just how much he wanted you, every inch of him laid bare.

jake’s face was flushed, his knees throbbing red-hot from the brutal time he’d spent kneeling there, but none of it mattered. he was supposed to be the alpha in control, but right now? he looked utterly wrecked, having just gone through one of the most intense orgasms of his life—all from your scent alone.

under normal circumstances, they’d be all over him with teasing, giving him endless shit for falling apart like that, but this time, they just watched in silent understanding. they knew exactly what it felt like to be at the mercy of the effect you had on them. any one of them in his place would’ve ended up just as ruined, just as desperate.

jake’s body finally gave out, and he collapsed face-down onto the mattress with a heavy thud, utterly spent. his chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, a faint sheen of sweat glistening in the low light. sprawled out, limbs loose and useless, he looked completely blissed-out, his cheek pressed against the fabric, eyes half-lidded, lost in the afterglow.

the room was thick with the aftermath, everyone feeling the weight of it, and as jake lay there, still shuddering from the intensity, his soft, broken whimpers were the only sound, muffled against the mattress. he’d given everything, left it all there, and the way he just lay there, barely able to move, was proof enough that he’d been pushed beyond his limit.

but you? your orgasm never hit, and it hurts. literally. breath coming in short gasps as you watched jake sprawled out on the mattress, knocked out cold.

you scanned the room, silence thick and suffocating as three pairs of alpha eyes watched you, expressions unreadable, while sunghoon and sunoo released their hold on you, giving you space to breathe—though it didn’t do much for the blazing ache in your core. the intensity of it only reminded you that, despite everything, your heat was still roaring, and you hadn’t even gotten close to satisfaction.

then it hit you. the sinking realization that you'd let things go too far, completely ignoring the damn rules, caving to your desires. you barely muttered, “i fucked up,” scrambling off the couch, legs weak and trembling as you tried to stand, almost toppling over. “i should’ve stayed away,” you mumbled, mostly to yourself, as if that was going to do anything to calm your need for an alpha.

“y/n!” sunghoon’s voice was sharp, almost making you stumble again, the mere sound of his voice sending another jolt down to where you were still aching, and every nerve in your body betrayed you, urging you to turn back and let them finish what you started.

but you pushed forward, not even daring to look at niki, jay, or jungwon as you rushed past them, cheeks burning from the sheer mess of spit and slick you were covered in. god, you felt like you’d walked out of some x-rated romcom gone way too far.

jungwon’s gaze followed you, noticing the unsteady wobble in your steps. he knew your door well—the weight of that damn thing was intimidating, and he could already picture you struggling to close it behind you. “shit, she’ll be too weak to even shut her door,” he mumbled to himself, striding after you.

truthfully, he’d only planned to help you close it, nothing more. but as he saw you slipping closer and closer to disappearing through that heavy metal door, a flash of dread shot through him. the thought of it locking you away, shutting you out, sent a pang of panic through his chest, and before he could stop himself, he reached out, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against him, chest pressing flush against your back.

that familiar, cinnamon scent surrounded you, grounding you, only making you realize who it was: jungwon.

you felt his heartbeat pounding against you, fast and strong, as he nuzzled into your neck, inhaling deeply like he was savoring every second. his grip tightened, his breath getting hotter as his hard-on pressed insistently against the back of your thigh.

you heard jungwon start to say something, but the words got caught in his throat, cut short as you were suddenly pulled away from him. before you even had a second to process, heeseung’s hand was firmly on your arm, guiding you to your door. before you knew it, a gentle push sent you stumbling forward.

the coldness of the room felt surreal against your heated skin, and as you blinked in surprise, the metal door behind you slammed shut, the sound echoing.

the silence was thick, deafening, the weight of the locked door settling over you like a shock.

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cannellee · 9 months ago

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omg, i giggle like a schoolgirl whenever i read your abo hcs🤭

can i have bestfriend! mikey who comes over to the reader’s house (not realizing she’s in heat) and ends up mating & claiming her?

ty for all the juicy fics btw 😋

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! mikey x omega! reader

— mikey claiming omega! reader

my masterlist : ☆

cw: sex, cockwarming, breeding kink

(it's only my third time writing full smut like this, so I hope it's not too bad!!)

you knew mikey since primary school, when innocent friendships bloomed easily. none of you knew your second gender yet, and you actually never gave it too much thought.

you grew up pretty close, the proximity of your houses making it easier for you to bond. mikey was carefree and seemed always sure of himself, these traits of his kept your future omega-self nearby.

being with him felt great. he was a kind friend despite his overly direct behaviour, he always got your back whenever school kids were being mean to you.

you guys were with each other through every stages of life. when you turned out an omega, mikey was quick to drive away students who wanted to have a taste of their freshly presented schoolmate. he was protective, never going overboard either.

it was safe to say you thought you guys would remain in a special relationship all your life. and mikey thought so too. for years, he had never seen you as something more than a friend, qualifying the protective position he took as nothing more than an amicable worry.

but lately, something had begun to shift within mikey. a subtle change that he quite couldn't put his finger on. at first, he brushed it off as nothing more than a passing phase, but days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months and he soon began to realise that his feelings for you were changing in ways he had yet to understand.

it started with small things — the way his heart skipped a bit whenever you laughed, the way his gaze lingered longer than before when you smiled - has your smile always been this bright ? he slowly came to crave your scent, unconsciously leaning towards you and watching the way your soft lips would move each time you talked.

mikey felt a pull at his chest just by thinking of his dear friend with someone else. will they be able to treat you right, and keep you safe ? mikey was just worried. he wanted to hear your voice, to hear your secrets and make sure you were not seeing anyone.

it was a week off, so mikey called you. it wasn't unusual for you to talk over the phone, even if you had a house at a five minutes walk away from the other.

but you didn't pick up your phone. and mikey noted how uncommon it was, you always did. he tried a second time and when he was denied again, he just gave up, giving you some time. upon seeing his missed calls, you'll call him back.

but you didn't, and not even a text was sent his way. he tried multiple times after a while and grew worried. you never were this silent online, not answering him for a whole day was strange, to say the least.

so he went out, took a few brownies emma cooked with him to give him a reason to come over, and crossed the street to your home.

he didn't bother making his arrival announced ; none of you ever bothered for such formalities.

clenching the doorknob, he frowned at how it actually opened, half expecting it to be locked. still, he came in, quietly making his way into your house. it was silent and dark, with the windows all wide opened, a cold breeze hitting his skin.

confused at first, mikey softly called out your name, putting the snacks on the kitchen table and getting rid of his jacket, leaving him in his plain white tshirt. "y/n ? are you in there ?"

the absence of response pushed him to keep going, dangerously approaching your room. he stopped mid way, when a few noises came out from the end of the hallway. "y/n ? is that you, everything fine?"

as he stood right behind the door, mikey could now decipher the said noises. soft desperate cries, erratic breaths and an intoxicating smell embalming the air, seemingly seeping from every hole under your door.

mikey took a deep breath, connecting the dots and cursing himself for coming this far to you —you were in heat. the omega he grew obsessed with, was right in front of him, the wall, the only thing keeping him away from his growing urge to just burst in.

"m-mikey ? is it you ?" despite your weakened state, your friend was close enough for you to recognize a foreign smell inside your house. mikey probably didn't even notice his own pheromones started to spread, instinctively reacting to your erotic ones. fuck you smelled so good.

"I'm sorry I'll leave, I didn't know you were in heat". as overwhelming as his need to claim you was, mikey didn't want to risk your trust.

"n-no please mikey stay!" you were in a haze, too high off of your wish to to be taken to actually have any clear thoughts. and mikey knew that, but he didn't want to take advantage of you.

"I just came here to make sure you were doing fine, and give you some snacks emma made. I'll leave and lock your door, this isn't safe in your state. beside, I don't want you to regret anything, you're not thinking straight" it took a great reasoning for him to actually ignore his instincts screaming at him to just barge into your room and take you right here. breeding you until you're full of cum and exhausted to the point you can't walk straight. dirty thoughts are flooding his mind, the whole situation sending blood to his cock.

"no please, I know I won't ! I'm still clear enough to know what I want, they barely just started today. please mikey". pleas fell out from your mouth. and too overwhelmed by the consuming need for release, you can't even get up to pull him to your nest.

"or is it that you don't want to do it with me ?" mikey sighs heavily, body all tensed up. this sent a growl down his throat, you only whined in response, scared at the prospect of the alpha you desire not wanting to mate with you.

but, of course he does, that's the only thing he can think about right now. and whenever his own ruts hit, he's ashamed to admit your body is the image he pictures each time.

"please mikey, I just really need you right now. I wouldn't do it with anyone else if not you" you begged once more, voice growing even more desperate. a few salty tears rolled down your face at the frustration mikey was submitting you to.

and just like that, mikey was right in front of you. he took in your whole form, shaking and sensitive, desperately awaiting a touch.

you wore only your underwear, the heated room feeling too much. despite your opened windows, some hair stucked to your damp forehead, and the blankets were since then long gone, thrown out of your nest.

you looked heavenly in mikey's eyes. actually, you always looked perfect, not a day passed without mikey admiring your dreamy features secretly. but today particularly, something seemed different.

it was the way your eyes slowly looked up at him, lust and envy clouding your vision, and the way your body seemed to immediately attract him to you, legs spreading as if they had a mind of their own, your heartbeats quickening and scent getting progressively sweeter to tempt him even more.

there was no turning back. after witnessing such a delightful scene, mikey would never be able to turn around, close the door and act like nothing happened. you had him right where you wanted and he was more than willing to comply to your wishes now.

"please mikey, it hurts"

by now, mikey's instincts had fully taken over and an ardent desire burned inside of him, praying him to just take care of the delicate omega laying in front him.

"yes I know baby, and you did really great on your own, waiting for me to find you, all spread out and pretty". you reached out for him instantly when mikey came to join you, you emitted a satisfied purr, happy to finally have the alpha you longed for give in to your demands.

he didn't wait long before starting a short foreplay, kissing, licking and sucking every inch of your skin, leaving tiny bite marks all along your neck, insisting on your scent gland.

he brought his fingers to your entrance while continuing his assault on your neck and collarbone. he massaged it slowly, observing your reactions to know exactly where it felt good. he kept going for a few minutes before stopping, throwing away your bra and finally pushing aside your panty, giving more access to his hands.

and you felt one finger entering you, his mouth now sealed to your nipple. his tongue rolled against it, lapping expertly while drinking in your moans of pleasure. he kept bullying your heterogeneous zones, in hope to hear more of you, to see you completely break under him, just like he always wanted to see you.

"that's it baby, moan for me, let me hear your pretty voice"

and moan you did, especially with how three of his fingers were now sliding in and out of you with a sweet speed you couldn't get enough of. you had tears building up in your eyes and you watched as a string of saliva connected mikey's mouth to yours. his finger felt so great, and his mouth, now attached to your lips, turned you absolutely breathless. but still, it wasn't enough, you needed more.

"please mikey. I want you in me, please I want more" the friction of mikey's fingers felt good, but you were too far into your heat to actually need foreplay. the slick you produced was enough for mikey to just fuck you without any prep.

"I know I know baby, I'll make you feel so good don't worry" he stopped his movements, your fluids coating his fingers. he licked them, looking at your droopy eyelids.

you waited patiently for mikey to undress himself, throwing both his tshirt and your panty aside, before finally getting rid of his bottom. you watched eagerly his length revealing itself to you, a sight which only made you drool. and you could only wait for mikey to give you what you wished for, completely at his mercy.

you were now fully naked, squirming in front of mikey. he contemplated you again, your honeyed scent driving him crazy by the minute, and the way your pulsating core seemed to call out to him was very much a sight mikey could get used to if you let him.

"I've wanted this for so long, God you're so beautiful"

he let his hands travel all around your body, kissing you passionately while whispering praises of how pretty you looked.

"that's it baby, lay nice and still for me. you're doing so good". and you did, waiting expectantly, hungry for his touch and affection. you couldn't care less about your dignity, it just felt great to want him, obey him, beg him. whatever he had to offer your body, you would accept it with a smile on your face.

and with all his restraint, mikey entered you in one painfully slow thrust. you moaned louder, eyes shutting by themselves with the intrusion, and "yes, yes, yes" flowed out from your lips.

he didn't let you any time to adjust, he knew you didn't need any, and immediately started rocking his hips. he let out low growls of pleasure, mouth right next to your ear. you drank them in, feeling pleasure building up inside not only from the relentless pace he was going at, but the satisfaction that your omega had succeeded in making her alpha feel good too.

you were desperate for validation and release, clawing at his back with weak hands, legs spread wide open for your alpha. your tits bounced with each slap and mikey's hips connected with yours in a excruciatingly delightful manner.

with the way your brain was clouded with pleasure, you could only chant his name. if only you knew what your desirous pleas did to him.. knowing you'd let him to anything to you was a major turn on that kept mikey yearning for more.

"you're doing perfect, that feels incredible baby". reassuring you, he maintained his pace, capturing your mouth for a heated kiss before sucking on your skin, whishing for it to leave deep red marks.

fuck, mikey wanted to mark you, claim you and breed you in every way possible. he didn't think he would be satisfied with just one round now that he finally had you under him. he was going to take such good care of his precious omega, fucking you dumb until you can't think of anything else but him.

he felt you clenching around him, your tight hole pushing him closer to the edge. "just like that, good girl, you're gonna make me cum". and you so wished for him to cum inside you, filling you up to the brim with the seeds you desperately wanted.

slapping thighs, wet noises and erratic breaths were the only thing you could here. and the pleasure mikey granted you, the way his strong scent enveloped you and how his fingers found your clit again to help you chase your release made you see stars. not a single thought could make their way into your brain, all you could think about was the heavenly sensations you were experiencing right now and mikey's strong chest on top of you.

you begged for him as soon as you felt it come closer, scratching his back, mouth wide opened and tongue lolled out. your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and you thanked mikey for giving you this much pleasure. "that's right baby, take all of it". his thrusts were getting sloppier with each passing second, announcing your coming climax.

you both came at the same time, with a high pitched moan for you and a deep growl for mikey, which always managed to send shivers down your spine. you felt his cum flow inside of you, painting your insides with a white fluid.

and you took it all, just like he told you, hoping for more praises but too high off of his cock to do anything else. he kissed your temple, looking into your exhausted eyes while slowly going in and out of you. you both tried to catch your breath after bliss took over you.

"you did so good for me angel, such a perfect omega". you chirped happily in response, content about his satisfaction with you. you couldn't talk, heat turned you into a submissive mess.

you let him cuddle you from behind, cockwarming him to make sure you didn't spill any drops of cum, and you stayed put for him to do anything. he kissed your shoulder softly, whispering about how good and obedient you were.

he liked the calming feeling of his cock plugging your wet pussy, taking you like this felt so good and heightened his already possessive thoughts about you.

you were so perfect, you took your alpha so well and now you're staying still for him to pour his cum into you. he wanted to keep you all to himself, fuck you throughout all your heats and never let you go after someone else. the claim he put on you wasn't just out of sexual interest, but genuine love he had for you. and now that he had fucked you, it felt like everything was falling into place, his sense of purpose reaffirmed.

he had you, his lovely and delicate omega, waiting for her alpha to wreck her and turn her into a sobbing mess.

he looked forward to the rest of the day.

"now were not finished baby, we'll need a lot more if we want to go through your heat smoothly, right?"

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autumnscribbles · 18 days ago

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tutor girl | rc

pairing: frat!rafe x college!reader

summary: y/n and rafe were never on the same level, but after a party at his frat that forms an unlikely friendship, rafe asks for her help

request by anonymous

warnings: drinking? i think that’s all

wc: 2k

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You closed up your laptop and textbook as your professor said his final few words of the lecture. You were tutoring someone right after, and didn’t want to make them wait around in the library.

You gathered your things quickly and stood up, keeping your head down as you made your way out of the lecture hall.

“Bye tutor girl,” you heard a voice call behind you.

You turned to see Rafe Cameron, smug grin spread across his face as he waved at you. You rolled your eyes as you always did and started to make your way to the library.

“You know, tutor girl, it wouldn’t kill you to look up from a book and have fun every now and then,” he teased.

You didn’t know why he always had to speak to you and taunt you with his dumb nicknames. You had no friends in common, and ran in completely different circles, yet he relentlessly went out of his way to tease you.

You arrived at the library first, and sat down at your usual table. Leah, the girl you were tutoring, was starting to become almost a friend to you. You two usually spend the beginning of your sessions just chatting and catching up. You saw her red hair before you saw any other part of her as she breathlessly sat down in front of you.

“Sorry I’m late,” she breathed. “You know how Callahan can be.”

“Oh, do I ever,” you chuckled.

“You going to that party tonight?” she asked casually as she took out her notes for you guys to go over together.

You shook your head, not hearing about any party. Your Friday nights were usually spent binge watching shows or reading a book tucked under your blanket. You didn’t go out much, and you liked it that way. You enjoyed spending time with yourself.

“You have to come!” she exclaimed. “I thought Ella would have invited you already. It’s at that frat house, the red brick one, alpha something.”

You weren’t surprised Ella, your roommate and friend, didn’t mention it to you. She knew your answer would probably be no, so eventually she just stopped asking. You decided maybe tonight you’d step out of your comfort zone. For some reason, Rafe insinuating you didn’t know how to have fun was bothering you. You could have fun. What did he know?

Just for a few hours, you told yourself, so people don’t think you’re so boring anymore.

“I’ll be there,” you grinned.

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“You look hot!” your roommate, Ella, screeched from behind you.

You blinked as you placed in your second contact lense, waiting for your vision to un-blur.

“Not as hot as you,” you told her. “I feel so weird.”

She reassured you that you looked great. You felt a little self conscious, but tried not to let it get to you. Tonight was about having fun. Letting loose, have a few drinks, talk to new people. It would be fine. The clothes you wore and how you looked were secondary.

You shoved your phone in your pocket as you and Ella made your way outside. The frat house was only about 5 minutes away on foot, an easy trek.

“Do you know anyone at this party?” you asked.

“A few,” she answered. She listed off a few names, all of which were unfamiliar to you except one.

Rafe.

“Rafe Cameron?” you asked, trying not to sound too curious.

She nodded affirmatively, making you let out a sigh. Just what you needed, Rafe teasing you about the way you looked, or about you being nerdy. Whatever. You just had to show him how to have a good time, that he didn’t know you like he thought he did.

You let Ella walk in first, suddenly feeling a rush of nerves overcome you. You hadn’t been to a frat party, and you had no idea what to expect. You just knew there would be a lot of booze, and a lot of idiot men.

The loud music pounded in your ears the second you walked through the door, and it was a lot…sweatier than you imagined. The temperature of the room rose from all the body heat. Girls in little clothing were grinding against boys who didn’t seem to even know their names. Red solo cups strewn on the floor that had a perpetual sticky feeling.

“Let’s get a drink!” Ella yelled into your ear over the music as you both made your way to the kitchen.

The counter was lined with alcohol bottles, various juices and mixers, and a big bowl of what appeared to be punch of some kind. You reached for a red cup from the pile, a hand interjecting you.

“Tutor girl!” Rafe cheered. “What are you doing here?”

Of course he found you immediately.

“It’s Friday night,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“That it is, tutor girl, that it is,” he nodded. “Let me make you a drink.”

You grabbed the cup back from him, cocking your eyebrow.

“I can do it,” you told him. You didn’t trust any of these boys to make you a drink.

He raised his hands in defence, taking a step back to let you have free access to the contents in front of you. You mixed yourself a drink, feeling Rafe’s eyes burning into you. Ella had left your side, probably seeing someone she knew and running over to them.

You took a deep sip of your drink, knowing you needed some liquid courage to get you through the night. You heard Rafe say something, but couldn’t hear him over the music. You asked him what he said and he leaned toward you, his warm breath behind you ear.

“I said I like you better with the glasses,” he repeated.

You couldn’t help the blush from forming on your cheeks. You were used to people telling you they liked you better without them. You had always wondered if you should wear contacts every day. Your blush disappeared when you realized who you were talking to. He was being sarcastic, making fun of you.

“I’m gonna go find Ella,” you told him before turning on your heel and walking away.

She was standing by a table playing beer pong, excitedly waving you over. You weaved through overly sweaty bodies to stand next to her. She told you she needed a partner, and you reluctantly agreed.

You went first, bouncing the ping pong ball off the table, and landing it straight in the cup in the front.

“Drink up!” Ella cheered, as Topper chugged the cup in front of him.

You continued, landing almost every throw, everyone around the table cheering you on as you scored the winning shot.

“Who knew tutor girl could kill all of us at beer pong?” Rafe said from behind you.

He smirked at you, moving to the other side of the table.

“Let’s 1v1,” he challenged you, his bright blue eyes narrowing playfully.

“You’re on, Cameron,” you muttered.

“You’ll regret that, tutor girl.”

The beer coursed through you as Rafe landed his ping pong ball in your cup repeatedly. At this point, it was like you were just taking turns drinking then scoring. The room was slightly spinning around you, but you stayed focused. You were determined to win. You both had one cup left, and it was your turn.

“Don’t choke,” Rafe intimidated you from across the table. His gaze was locked on you, making you nervous.

“As if,” you scoffed, sending your ball straight into the cup.

Everyone cheered, jumping around you drunkenly. The other boys in the frat were teasing Rafe, who apparently almost never lost beer pong. You hadn’t even expected yourself to be good at it. A hidden talent, you smiled to yourself.

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You stumbled up the stairs, looking for the bathroom you were told was up here to the left. The hallway spun as you walked in to the first room on the left. You realized quickly it wasn’t a bathroom, but a bedroom. You slumped on the floor, feeling tired from dancing for what felt like the last hour.

You couldn’t remember the last time you drank this much, and sometimes sitting on the floor was appealing. You’d get up in a second and find the bathroom. You shut your eyes a moment, you head spinning, before being scared by a sudden voice.

“Tutor girl,” he said. You could hear the smirk on his face without even needing to see him. “What are you doing in my room?”

“I was looking for the bathroom,” you slurred. “But I needed a rest and the floor seemed comfortable.”

“You were only a few feet short,” he chuckled.

You shrugged, laughing to yourself. He sat down beside you, making your body stiffen at his sudden presence so close to you. You were expecting him to kick you out of his room.

He held a bottle in his hand, passing it over to you to take a sip. You took a swig and instantly regretted it, your face grimacing in disgust. Rafe chuckled beside you as he took a swig himself.

“You know,” he started. “I underestimated you, tutor girl.”

There he goes again with that nickname. Will he ever call you by your name?

“Because I beat you at beer pong?” you asked.

“Nah I knew you’d be good at beer pong,” he answered. “You were probably doing some physics shit in your head or something.”

You let out a cackle, immediately covering your mouth with your hand. You hadn’t meant to laugh that hard.

“You have a great laugh, y/n,” he slurred, tilting his head back.

You stopped at the sound of your name leaving his mouth. You don’t think you ever heard it.

“Wow,” you sighed. “Not tutor girl?”

“Oh you’re still tutor girl,” he replied quickly. “But I meant I underestimated how cool you were. You’re fun.”

“You’re just drunk,” you said. “Tomorrow you’ll go back to ignoring me except to make fun of me.”

He stared at you blankly, not knowing what to say. For once, he didn’t have a witty comment. You didn’t know he did the opposite of ignore you. In fact, he was always paying attention to you. The way your eyebrows furrowed when you were typing your notes out, the way you leaned your chin on your hand when the professor was talking, the smoothness of your voice when you explained a concept to a student. He saw you.

“I’m not making fun, tutor girl,” he whispered. “You’re very intriguing.”

“There it is again,” you sighed. You stood up finally, your urge to pee stronger than ever. You snatched the bottle from Rafe and took one more swig before finally going to find the bathroom.

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Monday morning, you sat in class, chin resting in your hand as the professor drawled on. You pushed your glasses up as they slid down your nose. You practically jumped out of your seat when the class was finished. You were starving.

“Tutor girl!” you heard a voice call from behind you. You turned to see none other than Rafe jogging towards you, backpack slung over his shoulder.

“What do you want, Rafe?” you asked, annoyed he was keeping you away from the sandwich you were about to buy.

“I have a proposition,” he started. “I need help with this class. My grades are slipping and I just can’t understand anything. Would you help me?”

You let out a laugh, stopping when you realized he was serious.

“Are you messing with me?” you asked.

He shook his head. “I seriously need help. And I thought who better to ask than…tutor girl!”

You rolled your eyes, as always. But you reluctantly agreed.

“Can we start now?” he pleaded, clutching his textbook in his hands.

“Rafe,” you sighed. “I’m starving, can we do another day?”

“I’ll buy you lunch!” he exclaimed. “Your prize for beating me at beer pong.”

“Fine,” you agreed. “But we aren’t friends just because we sat on the floor drunk together.”

“Whatever you say, tutor girl.”

You rolled your eyes once more, but couldn’t help but lift the corners of your mouth, knowing without having to look that he was smiling as he trailed behind you.

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thegothicchangeling · 1 month ago

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Babydoll

Alpha Sevika x Omega Reader drabble

Summary: Sevika makes a bad call and upsets you while you're in pre heat. You're pissed at her.

You looked at the barebones nest you'd assembled. It was made up of pillows, clothes, and throw blankets you'd stolen from around the apartment, because Sevika had insisted on washing everything in preparation for your heat.

It wasn't like Sevika had forced you to give up the bedding, or gone behind your back. No, she was a good alpha. She talked you into it with good old fashioned logic.

"It's time to wash the bedding anyway," she had said calmly. "And I think it's more important now than ever. Come on, you know how filthy this stuff is gonna get."

You couldn't argue with that reasoning, but that didn't mean you were happy about it. Already you were in pre heat, and every instinct was screaming at you to fix this mess. Because what was this? Not a nest.

Tears welled in your eyes. You didn't want to disappoint Sevika.

That was when she walked in with the sheets and comforter. Her scent was relaxed and she clearly had no idea how upset you were. "The laundry's dry," she announced.

"It doesn't smell like you!" You rebuked her angrily.

"You're right," Sevika said calmly. "I'll get right on that." And she started rubbing her scent glands against the bedding. She tried to sit down with you, but you growled.

That was when she realized how upset you were. You could see her nose move as she sniffed nearby you. Her face fell. "You're mad about the laundry, aren't you? And you smell like you're hours away from heat, at most."

"Yes, so hurry up and scent that shit!" You snapped.

Sevika's eyes widened. "Okay, okay." She worked faster. "I'm sorry I upset you, babydoll."

You huffed and didn't answer. All you did was work on your nest. It had to be perfect within the next few hours, and you didn't work well under stress.

Sevika took your giving her the silent treatment in stride. She brought you more things from other rooms and talked to you from time to time, and talked to you, attempting to win you over again.

"I was thinking I'd make your favorite tonight. How does that sound?"

"My pretty omega's gonna look so good spread out naked on that blanket."

You steadfastly ignored her, and your growing arousal, unless it was to ask her for something.

"The nest looks soft. You did such a good job making it. You're such a good omega, making this for us."

You softened. Sevika saw her chance and dove for it. "Is it okay if I come in now?"

"No!" You snarled. You turned away from her and lay on your side, staring at the wall.

Sevika paused, then spoke softly. "You're really upset, aren't you babydoll?"

"I'm not your babydoll."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pressured you into letting me change the bedding," she said sincerely. "If I'd realized how deep into pre heat you were, I would never have done it."

"How could you not realize?" You asked angrily. "Couldn't you smell me?" You were honestly hurt, and you knew your alpha could hear it in your voice.

"I was preoccupied with making sure everything was ready for you," she sighed, and you could imagine how she was probably running her hands through her hair. "Cleaning, meal prepping, and then I realized I forgot to submit my PTO, so I had to do that, and the bedding was just one more thing to check off my to-do list."

Knowing she was trying to help you made you feel guilty for being angry at her. In her own way, Sevika was nesting, too. You rolled over and looked at her.

She unfastened your poncho. "Hey. It's okay. It's alright." She handed it to you. "I bet this will be great for the nest."

Your eyes widened. She wore that thing almost every day, and now Sevika was handing it over to you. You took it from her and brought it up to your nose. It smelled more strongly of her than any other item of clothing. Cologne. Incense. Sevika. Perfection. "Thank you, 'Vika," you sniffled, feeling like you were about to cry.

"Well, I gotta keep my omega happy, right?"

You placed it on the pillow at the headboard, so you could lay your head on it later. Then you turned and looked back at your mate. "Will you get in and hold me?"

Sevika's face lit up. "Of course, baby," she purred, and she crawled into the nest with you. Then she pulled you into her chest and kissed the crown of your head.

"I'm sorry I was so mean," you admitted. You knew she was just trying to take care of you.

"Oh, it's okay, precious," she rumbled happily. Then her demeanor changed to something more dominant. She tipped your chin upwards and made you look at her. "Are you my babydoll?" She asked.

What could you say except yes?

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milk and honey

pairing: alpha!Steve x alpha!Bucky, alpha!Steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly)

word count: 7.9k

Summary: “Are you sure about this, Steve?” Bucky just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different.

“Okay, we’ll give it a shot”

or - alpha’s Bucky and Steve decide to bring an omega into their relationship.

Warnings: fluff out the assssss, flirting, reader is a little awkward, there are parts where it’s just Steve and Bucky, kissing, omegaverse, bucky is a tease, steve is very fond, handjobs, wet dreams, allusions to sex, 18+

a/n: this fic is dedicated to my heart and soul @buckysbarne

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“Hi! How can I help you?” A soft, honeyed voice sounds through the air, flowing up to Steve’s ears and making his skin tingle. He suddenly feels warm all over, and not because of the thick coat covering his broad shoulders to prevent the crisp autumn wind whipping outside from stinging his skin.

Slowly, he turns around, swallowing thickly at the sight before him.

A beautiful, young Omega with eyes that sparkle in the natural sunlight that shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her hair is pulled away from her face as best as possible and there are splatters of paint on the apron wrapped around her torso, as well as specks on her fingers. And her scent, oh God, the scent wafting up to his nostrils makes him want to rumble and puff out his chest, lavender and vanilla mixed with something undeniably and uniquely sweet that makes it hard for him to not lean forward and bury his face in the Omegas neck.

“Um, sir?” The Omega asks again, brows furrowed.

“S-Sorry, I, uh…” Steve trails off, clearing his throat. “I’m looking to get back into drawing, and I saw your studio as I was walking back to my apartment and thought I’d come in to see what you have.”

The Omega nods, a bright smile stretching across her face. “Well, I can show you around if you want? Do you have any specific mediums or pencils you were thinking of?”

Steve nods, a smile of his own now etched onto his face. “Yeah, that’d – that would be great. And, um, I don’t really know what I’m looking for. I used to draw with charcoal pencils, but I kind of want to branch out, you know?”

She nods again, her smile widening. “Yeah! Here,” she turns and waves her hand, indicating for Steve to follow her, “I have a bunch of different kinds of paper, and pens, we also have canvases, oh! And paints are over here.”

Steve trails behind her dumbly, nodding along to everything the pretty Omega says and listening to every word that spills out from her glossy lips – and for a moment he wonders if it’s flavored, cherry maybe, then thinks of kissing them to find out.

He doesn’t do that. Of course not. He’s only just met her, yet there’s already just something about her that makes him swoon. She makes him feel alive, like only Bucky can.

Suddenly, though, he’s slamming into her, not having realized she’d stopped in front of him until it was too late. But before she could fall back, Steve reaches for her hips to keep her upright.

The Omega squeals and grasps Steve’s biceps to steady herself. But, even after they’re both back in place, neither one of them removes their hold on the other. It’s silent for a moment, growing tense as Steve stares down at the pretty Omega he’s now holding. And the Omega, this beautiful little thing, is staring back up at him, mouth opening and closing as though she’s trying to find her words.

And after a few more tense moments, she finds them.

“S-Sir?”

“Steve,” he says quickly. “Um, my name is Steve.”

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“My name is Steve.”

Steve.

This man, Steve, is still holding on to your hips, and you can’t help but lightly squeeze his biceps, trying your hardest to not let out another squeak. He’s just so… manly. With his big, capable hands, biceps that you can feel through his coat, and his mouthwatering scent - bergamot and patchouli. There’s also an underlying smell of pure Alpha, the aura that surrounds this man would naturally pull any sane Omega in its orbit.

It takes a moment, but you’re able to snap out of your trance long enough to mumble your name. This makes Steve smile, repeating your name softly before squeezing at your hips and realizing, all at once, how little space there is between you two. Some part of your hindbrain wants to whine at the thought of leaving his space, but you pull away, nonetheless.

“Um, I-“ You try to think of something to say, something to make things a little less tense, and when you glance to your right you see a variety of canvases and remember that you’re at work.

“So, uh, were you thinking of any… pencils you might want?”

Steve clears his throat and nods, smiling at you again.

“Whatever you think is best.”

And that’s how Steve bought way more than you suspect he’ll actually use. But just as he finishes paying, you start fiddling with your fingers, swallowing thickly. You want to say something, maybe give him a reason to come back so you can bask in his presence again. And then, a lightbulb goes off in your head.

“I’m hosting an art class in a couple of weeks! And, um, if - if you want to come then I can give you a flyer.”

The smile that Steve gives you is bright, and he starts nodding his head before you even finish the sentence.

“Yeah!” Steve coughs, trying - and failing - to cover up any semblance of desperation in his tone. “That sounds fun.”

You smile at him, your heart beating ever faster. Christ, anyone would think you’d never met an Alpha before. Steve opens his mouth, ready to say something until his phone starts ringing.

His soft sigh is barely audible, grumbling about ‘bad timing.” When he pulls his phone out, he looks up at you with a remorseful smile,

“Sorry, guess I have to go now.”

You shake your head, “No, it’s fine. Here’s the flier.”

“Of course,” Steve says softly, then takes the paper and gives you a wave before turning and walking out of the store.

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The door nearly slams open, Steve cringing as he remembers not to use so much strength when nudging the door open with his elbow. But, hey, he has his arms full of art supplies so he can’t use his hands.

“Babe? What’s with all the noise – what the fuck?” Bucky asks incredulously, hands placed on his hips as he stops a few feet from the front door.

“Oh, hey. Do you mind helping me out?” Steve asks with a chuckle, walking further into the apartment and shutting the door with a push of his foot. Bucky sighs but walks towards him with an outstretched arm anyway.

“So,” Bucky says, grabbing a few of the bags and bringing them to the living room. “What’s all this?”

“Oh…” Steve trails off, placing the rest of the bags onto the couch and fiddling with the end of his shirt nervously. “Well, I went to the new art studio that’s down the block.”

“Yeah, I see that.” Bucky laughs, peeking into one of the bags and raising an eyebrow. “Did you buy out the whole store?”

Steve sighs, rolling his eyes. “No, I didn’t, thank you very much. I just want to start drawing again, you know that.”

“I do,” Bucky confirms with a nod. “But I feel like you’re hiding something from me considering you hate oil paints and yet there are several different kinds in here.”

Right then Steve’s heartbeat speeds up, his face warming. And he silently curses himself for being so easy to make flustered. Especially considering Bucky, his mate, can feel through their bond that Steve’s nervous.

“Well, you see-“ Steve coughs, bringing up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “I was talking with the owner and she… God, Buck, I think she might be… we’ve been talking about maybe courting an Omega. And I think she could be what we’re looking for. She’s so sweet, so beautiful, just so… perfect. And her scent, oh God. Other than yours, it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever smelt.”

For a minute Bucky doesn’t say anything, his hands return to his hips as he thinks over Steve’s words carefully. After all, they have talked about courting an Omega, they’ve even talked to a few, but none had ever gone far. They just haven’t seemed to find the perfect one for them, so Bucky is naturally a little skeptical. But then he looks into Steve’s eyes, he sees how they sparkle, the way his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, and the sincerity in his voice just seems to win him over.

“Are you sure about this, Stevie?” Bucky asks skeptically, but he just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different.

“Okay, we’ll give it a shot.”

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Three days later it’s another chilly day, the clouds hanging overhead and the light rain have sucked all the warmth out of the air. The heater in the studio is on low, yet high enough to warm the space comfortably without it being too overwhelming.

Due to the rain and cold, there weren’t many people in the studio. In fact, it’s just you. There have been only a handful of customers coming in today, so you sent your coworker, Tori, to the back so she could study.

And since everything had been organized and cleaned over an hour ago you find yourself sitting at your easel, tongue poking out of your mouth and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You’ve been here for the last hour, so focused on your painting that you don’t hear the bell ring above the door.

You also don’t hear the footsteps approaching behind you, so you can’t help but let out a slight scream whenever someone taps on your shoulder. Jumping in shock, it takes everything you have to not knock into your easel.

“Sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Comes a voice from behind you, deep and soothing. And you can feel your heartbeat increase further, and not because of the scare. No, this man, clearly an Alpha, has a voice that makes you nearly weak in the knees.

Turning, your eyes widen. The most handsome man stands in front of you, wearing a tight red Henley under a leather jacket. His gloved hands rest on your forearms, helping you off your stool in such a way that you don’t knock over your painting. The man’s hands are huge, able to encompass your entire forearm and then some.

It takes a moment to realize that you’re staring, mouth parted and face flushed as you step back to a respectful distance.

“N-no, it’s fine! I should have been paying attention,” You clear your throat to hide the fact that your voice wavers a bit, but the stranger’s smile lets you know that it didn’t work.

You can’t help it though. His smile, though small, is comforting and kind. His deep blue eyes twinkle with mischief, and you can’t stop the heat rising to your cheeks. His beard isn’t thick per se, but just thick enough to complete his rugged look, something that makes you melt. But you kick those thoughts out of your head to the best of your ability until you’re finally able to speak.

“How can I help you?”

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“How can I help you?”

Bucky gets it, understands what Steve was saying about the pretty Omega he thought would be perfect for them. He’s heard only a handful of words come out of your mouth, yet he feels his chest tighten, his heart clenching as he exercises a considerable amount of restraint from encasing you in his arms, pulling you into his chest.

His hands itch to touch you, to run them over your soft-looking skin. And he can’t help the less innocent thoughts that cross his mind, really feeling your body, caressing. And, to be quite honest, these… intense emotions kind of startle him, because the only person he’s ever felt this way with was Steve.

Nevertheless, he follows his instincts, something deep in him knows that Steve was right when he said you’d be perfect for them.

“I’m waiting for my…” Bucky trails off, thinking about whether he should tell you he has a mate or not, then decides against it. If you knew he wasn’t single you probably wouldn’t be open to his advances, and would probably think it’s weird for a mated Alpha to be flirting with you. After all, two mated Alphas aren’t exactly common, and, to be honest, they can be a little intense together.

“My friend. And I haven’t seen this studio before.” Bucky gives you a cheeky smile, trying not to laugh as he sees you fiddling with your fingers, glancing down as though you’re avoiding his gaze.

“I’m Bucky,” He reaches his hand out, letting you slowly put yours in his before he squeezes lightly, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand.

You give him your name with a squeak, flushed and nervous in a good way.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky,” you’re stumbling over your words slightly, and Bucky really can’t stop himself from smiling.

“And it’s lovely to meet you, darling.” Bucky holds his breath, cautiously waiting for your reaction toward the pet name. But it seems like he doesn’t have to worry, because the tiny squeak of delight that spills from your lips confirms to him that you’re, at the very least, open to his advances.

“S-so, um. Did you want to look around?”

Bucky smiles, shaking his head and finally releasing your hand. “The main reason I stepped in here was that I saw the poster in the window about an art class you’re hosting soon. I thought I’d come in so you can meet your new student.”

“Oh!” You smile brightly, wiping your hands along the front of your apron. “I’d love it if you could come! To be honest, I’ve only had a handful of people confirm that they will. I was kind of thinking of canceling, honestly.”

“Oh, don’t do that. There are plenty of people who’d love to come, your business is new so it’s going to take some time for your clientele to grow. Plus, I’ll be sure to tell all of my friends.” While he already hates the idea of other people - especially his unmated Alpha friends - getting personal time with you, he also hates how dejected you sounded about possibly canceling the class.

“Oh, gosh,” Your voice is soft, your eyes twinkling in the bright, natural light. “Well, that’d be very kind of you.”

Bucky chuckles, nodding. “Don’t worry about it, darling. Plus, it’ll be nice to see you again.”

Once again, a small noise from the back of your throat makes its way up and out of your mouth. And he can hear your heartbeat speed up, can see the look of embarrassment clear on your face.

And just as you’re about to reply, Bucky’s phone dings. He sighs, pulling it out and glancing down at it.

“Well, I’m sorry to do this, but I have to go now,” He smirks at you, giving you a wink so slight you’d miss it if you weren't staring directly into his eyes.

You nod, giving him a shy and awkward smile. “No, it’s fine! Besides, I’ll see you at the class, right?”

“Oh,” Bucky chuckles, placing one of his gloved hands on your forearm and squeezing tenderly, “I wouldn’t miss it.”

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“Who the fuck was that?” A voice behind you says, and when you turn you see it’s Tori looking exasperated.

“I have no idea,” Your voice is small, still unbelieving of what just happened. Your arm still tingles from where he squeezed. You then turn to look back toward the door, a tiny part of you wishing he’d come back in.

“Why do you get all the flirty Alphas? I want my turn!” Her comment makes you laugh, and you can see a hint of a smile cracking through her faux-angered expression.

“They’re bringing their friends to the art class, maybe you’ll meet one too. Besides…” You trail off bringing your hand up to rub your arm. “Maybe he wasn’t even flirting? I mean, I haven’t lived here long, but a lot of the Alphas that come in here are really nice. Like Steve!”

You were hoping to convince not only her but yourself as well, desperately trying not to read too far into their actions. They could just be friendly, a little touchy but not overbearingly so. Whatever the case, Tori lightly smacks your arm.

“Babe, Steve was flirting with you too.” She rolls her eyes, placing her hands on your shoulders. “You may be shy, but you’re not stupid. They like you! And you need to accept that and go for it.”

“Okay, let’s say they do like me… there’s two of them and one of me. I don’t know if I’d be able to choose between them, especially since I don’t even know them. I wouldn’t want to lead one of them on.” Sighing, your eyebrows furrow, now fiddling with your fingers in anxiety.

Because, let’s be honest, you’re not one hundred percent certain that they were, in fact, flirting with you. Maybe they really are just being nice, maybe that’s how they are with a lot of people. Because Alphas like them don’t like Omegas like you; shy, awkward, introverted, too easily flustered, and so clumsy that there is absolutely no way you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of them at some point.

But it’s fine, because maybe they won’t show up to the class, maybe they’ll have to cancel and you can stay within your comfort zone. Change is scary, meeting new people and - possibly - dating them is scary, and you’ve never really been one to take risks.

Maybe that’s why part of you is hoping they’re not actually interested. However, you cannot deny the fact you’re interested in them. But, if things happen you want them to happen naturally, yet from beside you, Tori hums thoughtfully. In the seconds of silence that follows you know she’s planning on meddling. But before you can tell her to please not do that, she claps her hands together.

“Don’t worry about it! I’ll help.” With that, she turns and goes back to the back office, leaving you to stew in your thoughts.

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Bucky coughs, clearing his throat, then chuckles when Steve jumps in surprise. One of Bucky’s hands settles on his mate’s waist while looking at the bag of food in Steve’s hand.

“You get everything?”

Steve scoffs, moving Bucky’s hand off of his waist and lacing their fingers together. And as they start walking Bucky can hear his mate’s heartbeat pick up, and he smiles to himself. “Yeah, I did. Now…” Steve trails off, running his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it. Bucky squeezes his hand in comfort.

“How did it go?”

Bucky hums, cheeks reddening as he remembers your sweet voice and beautiful smile. While he is able to steel his exterior and become this suave Alpha, he’s really just a teddy bear on the inside. He craves love, he craves touch. And while he loves Steve with everything he has, he has to admit that, even though he’s just met you, he knows you’ll be able to give him the same feelings Steve does.

“God, Stevie…” Bucky sighs, looking over at his love. “I get it. I get what you were saying about her. She’s just - just the loveliest Omega I’ve ever met. And, I swear to God, I wanted to just wrap her in my arms. She might be right for us, Stevie.”

Steve chuckles, his eyes sparkling with joy at hearing his mate confirm his instinct that you’d be perfect for them. One block later they get to their apartment, go inside, and set the food down on the table.

“So, how do you want to approach her about it?” Steve asks as he grabs the plates while Bucky gets out the food.

“Well, she said that she’s hosting an art class, we can go to that.”

“I don’t know, babe,” Steve sighs, setting the plates down and sitting in his chair. “Don’t you think that would be a little… intense? Plus, it’s not common for two Alphas to be mated to each other, what if she’s uncomfortable with it?”

Bucky nods, grabbing drinks and setting one down in front of the other man. “Well, we’ll just talk to her one at a time then. We’ll go in on different days and get her to warm up to us before then.” At Steve’s pensive sigh, Bucky crouches, placing one hand on the back of his neck.

He knows Steve really wants this to work out. He’s a true romantic, and anyone who has ever met Steve knows within the first thirty seconds of talking to him that Bucky is the love of his life. He also knows Steve sometimes needs more, and it’s become worse the more potential mates they meet. And Bucky will be damned if he doesn’t give Steve everything he wants and needs.

“It’s going to be fine, Stevie.” Bucky then leans forward, placing a soft and lingering kiss on the other man’s lips. And he keeps kissing him until Steve hums against his lips.

“You promise?” Steve mumbles softly, eyes still closed.

“I promise.”

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Ever since the day you met Bucky, he’s been coming to your studio more and more. Only buying a few items at a time, some of which you’re pretty sure he’s not actually interested in, though he spends most of his time talking to you. And it’s a give-and-take with the conversation. Sometimes Bucky will ask a question and you’ll ramble for twenty minutes on the subject before realizing and promptly shutting your mouth.

Then there are times when Bucky is more so talking at you. Sometimes you just get so anxious that you get a little quiet, deathly afraid of saying anything embarrassing to the very handsome Alpha who likes to spend his time talking with you of all people.

And it’s confusing. And getting harder and harder to convince yourself that the Alpha has no intentions other than simply getting to know you. Every smile he gives you makes you weak in the knees, the way his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches just make you want to melt.

Not to mention the subtle touches every so often. Whether it’s by stepping around you down one of the aisles and placing his hand on your waist to “steady you” should you fall, or by letting his hand graze yours for longer than it should when you hand him his bags, he’s gotten steadily more forward, though none of it is unwelcome. And maybe he can tell by each of your surprised yet pleased squeaks you let out whenever he shows off how good of an Alpha he is - including but not limited to doing the heavy lifting when you have to move some products onto the sales floor, bringing you coffee after you offhandedly mentioned your favorite cafe, and telling you about how he’s fixed up his motorcycle from the ground up, wordlessly showing that he’s mechanically and physically capable.

And on the sixth visit, exactly three days before your class, Bucky comes in once more at exactly noon. He tends to come in around your lunch break, knowing that you typically just paint in the studio while slowly taking bites of whatever food you brought. You’re in the back office sorting through some paperwork when you hear the bell ding above the front door. You don’t worry about going out to greet whoever just came in since Tori was there helping out.

You hear her chipper “Hi! How are you?” and for a moment your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Because who could she possibly be talking to that warrants a little too much enthusiasm?

The voice that responds makes your heart beat a tiny bit faster, the low and raspy tone saying something about visiting a ‘friend’. And then it hits you, it’s Bucky.

Another thought hits you mere seconds later, fuck, Tori’s out there.

And just as that crosses your mind you can hear Tori ask him, “So, you’re Bucky, right?”

Before you have time to think you’re rushing out of the back office, doing your best to listen to their conversation as you speed down the hall.

Bucky chuckles, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he responds “Yeah, how’d you know?”

You can also tell Tori is smiling when she starts talking again. “Oh, I’ve heard about you once or twice. My friend is the owner of this place, the one you’ve been flirting with, you know?”

You finally turn the corner and face the pair, Tori’s back to you while Bucky looks back at you. You can’t miss the wide smirk on his lips, his pleased scent slowly pouring out from him.

“Yeah? I’ve been flirting?” Bucky winks at you over Tori’s shoulder, apparently finding humor in watching you get flustered.

“Mhm,” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know, from what she says, I think you like her. And she -” Suddenly she’s being cut off by your hand slapping over her mouth, appearing behind her and grasping her arm with your other hand.

“Okay! That’s it, you have to study!” You snap, glancing up at Bucky’s amused face for half a second before turning Tori around and shoving her toward the back office. “And don’t come out until you’re done with all three chapters!”

Tori huffs then rolls her eyes and trails off, leaving you and Bucky alone. And you feel like you’re on fire, like there’s no part of you that isn’t burning to the touch. Subconsciously your fingers start fiddling with each other, and you can’t bring yourself to look the Alpha in the eye.

“Hey,” He says softly, though still humorous. “It’s okay. She was right, you know?”

You hum in confusion, finally looking up at him even though it takes a lot of willpower to not look away. “What do you mean?”

“I was flirting with you. Is that okay?”

You’re no longer burning up, no. You’re ice cold now. It’s almost as if you’ve fallen into the seas surrounding the Antarctic and everything seems to slow down. Bucky’s been flirting with you? An Alphas been flirting with you? This Alpha? Your heart wants to beat out of your chest and your skin tingles, what are you going to do? What are you going to say?

“Oh.” Apparently, that’s all you can decide on, though you’re snapped out of your haze upon seeing Bucky’s face fall slightly. “No! It’s - I mean, it’s o-okay, if you… you know, are.” Internally you cringe, of all times to trip over your words, it just has to be now.

“Well, I’m glad.” Bucky smiles again, and you find yourself getting lost in his eyes, in the soft gaze and deep ocean-blue hue. A squeak escapes your lips knowing that his fond expression is directed at and because of you.

“I can’t stay long today, unfortunately. But…” Bucky trails off, slipping your hand into his and gently rubbing his thumb along the back of it. “I just wanted to come by and ask if I could treat you to lunch after the class on Saturday.”

“Like… like a - a date?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. Your head is spinning, and you’re positive that Bucky can tell your nerves are building.

“Well, it doesn’t have to be a date. Even though I’d very much like it to be.” Bucky smiles, giving you his best puppy dog eyes, earning him a soft yet cautious giggle.

Now, you’re not too sure what to do. Over the past week or so that you’ve known him you’ve become enamored with him. You enjoy his company, he makes you feel safe, and the fact that he listens to your rambling with rapt attention makes you preen.

But, you have to take a moment to gather your thoughts. Because mere hours ago Steve had come in asking the same question - though he had suggested dinner.

Steve has also been coming in quite frequently, though he mostly spends time with you as you paint. He comes in first thing in the morning, knowing that your business is usually slower so he can have more of your attention.

He’s not as forward as Bucky is, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t shown any interest. His approach is more careful; lingering glances, not-so-subtly checking you out whenever he thinks you’re not paying attention, the way his gaze drops to your lips every so often whenever you’re speaking to him. Not to mention the way he always compliments your artwork. It’s all so… charming.

His mischievous yet chivalrous persona could pull anyone in, including you. Not to mention, Steve’s bright smile and deep laugh just make your inner Omega want to tilt your head and bare your neck to him.

Interactions with him give you similar feelings when you’re with Bucky, making everything overwhelmingly confusing. Because, like you told Tori, you’d hate to lead one of them on, but you can already tell you’re developing romantic feelings for both Alphas.

And hours ago you’d given Steve a timid ‘yes’ when he asked you out. What are you supposed to do? Suddenly, your lonely inner Omega forcefully pushes its way past all of your negative thoughts and ever-growing anxiety to give Bucky the same answer.

“Okay.” Despite your inner turmoil, Bucky’s bright smile and unfairly cute nose scrunch settle any nerves you’ve been feeling.

“Yeah?” Bucky asks, hopeful.

“Yes, I-I’d love to go on a… date. With you.” This time you can’t stop the way you physically cringe at your awkwardness, though Bucky only seems to find it endearing because he laughs softly.

“Awesome,” Bucky breathes out, giving you the softest gaze you’ve ever received, and the amount of restraint it takes for you to not melt into his arms is astounding. “I have to go now, but I’ll see you Saturday, yeah?”

“Y-yeah! Of course,” Your voice goes a little high. Jesus Christ, why does he have to be so charming?

At that, the Alpha brings your hand up to his lips at the same time he leans forward and presses a lingering, gentle kiss to your knuckles, looking you in the eye all the while. And the squeak that escapes your lips would almost embarrass you if you weren’t having an out-of-body experience.

“Okay, darling.”

Bucky releases your hand, walks back a few steps, gives you a wink, and then turns around to leave, sparing you one last glance before exiting.

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Soft. Warm. Gentle.

Everything is coated in golden honey, cotton-candy clouds, an ever-flowing river.

It’s ecstasy, his body aflame as it moves, rocking forward, pulling back, then pushing forward again. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and short and breathy gasps fill his ears as grunts and groans travel up his throat and out of his mouth.

Steve’s eyes open, and the view makes his heart want to stop.

It’s you, with your arms above your head, body bare to him and, wait. Someone’s behind him. The person's strong arms wrap around his waist and his muscled chest presses against his back, and then a metal hand turns his head to the left. And there’s Bucky, his Alpha. Bucky presses a filthy kiss to his lips while the brunette’s hands rest on his hips, aiding in their movement. With a quick smack to his backside, Steve gets back into the action, grinding his hips against your pelvic bone before slowly pulling out. The force of the forward thrust of his hips causes you to shriek, your breasts bouncing wildly as he continues his harsh thrusts.

It takes no time at all for Steve to feel his knot throb, threatening to expand and lock into your sweet pussy as he fills you with his cum. He’s close. Oh so fucking close when you moan.

“Alpha!”

Steve wakes with a gasp, his eyes flying open and heart racing as he tries in vain to cling onto any remnants of sleep, desperately hoping to finish the dream - his first wet dream in a while.

“Stevie?” Bucky appears from his left, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping from the shower. “You okay, Alpha?”

Steve shudders, the way you sweetly moaned for him, for your Alpha, coming to the front of his mind, and his cock throbs in a rude reminder of his current predicament.

“Y-yeah, I’m, fuck…” Steve trails off, his hand sneaking under the covers and grasping the base of his cock. “I’m good, baby. Just…”

“Just had a wet dream?” Bucky chuckles, walking over to their bed and sitting sideways on it so he can face Steve and run a hand through his already messed-up hair. “I could hear you whimpering from the shower.”

Bucky then flings the covers back, shooing Steve’s hand away from his cock so Bucky can grasp it. “I heard you whining for her, our sweet little Omega. She’s perfect, isn’t she? She’s so small compared to us, bet we’d break her the first time we get our knots in her perfect pussy.”

Bucky’s hand is jerking Steve off in earnest, his grip is tight as he strokes and pulls and flicks his wrist every so often. And Steve is helpless but to let him, to listen to his mate spout filth of how well you’d take them, how sweet you’d be for them, how he’d let Steve be the first to take you. He takes everything he’s given, gripping the sheets tight enough that he’s sure they're tearing, letting his pleasure climb higher and higher by the second.

But what really sets him off is Bucky’s growl, “I had to jerk myself off in the shower just listening to you moan for our Omega.” Steve cums with a shout, his eyes clenching shut, and he’d be embarrassed about how fast he came if it weren’t for the extremely vivid dream he just woke up from.

It takes a few moments for Steve to get his bearings until he’s finally able to open his eyes and meet Bucky’s playful gaze. Steve wants to feel bad about dreaming about you when you’re not even theirs, but he just can’t bring himself to do so. Just thinking of you made him shoot off like a rocket, he doesn’t really know how he’s going to handle actually being with you.

But they hadn’t even taken you on a date yet, and they both get the feeling it might take a while before you feel comfortable enough to give yourself over to them like that. But that doesn’t matter, because Steve is sure that he and Bucky will wait however long is needed for you to feel comfortable like that with them.

“So,” Bucky says with a smirk, bringing his hand up to lick Steve’s cum off of his hand. Steve groans in response. “You feelin’ better about today?”

Ever since they both asked you out neither has gone back to your studio, they didn’t want to make you anxious since they knew they both asked you out and you might get even more conflicted if you saw them again since then. Steve’s been worried. He doesn’t want to back out, God no. He just… he really wants this to work out. And every awful scenario keeps playing in his mind on a loop.

What if you get too overwhelmed with both of them together? What if you turn them down when you realize they’re mated? What if you’re disgusted and don’t even want to be their friend? What if -

“Stevie.” Bucky’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts, and Steve sighs. “Stop thinking too hard, it’s going to be fine.”

“But-”

“No, Steve.” Bucky sighs and gets off the bed, then he crouches down so his face is level with his mate’s. “I promised you, didn’t I? I promised that everything would work out and I’m going to fulfill that promise today. We’re going to go to the class, explain everything to her, and ask her out together.”

Bucky pauses to lean forward and press a kiss to Steve’s lips.

“She likes you, baby. And she likes me. That’s why she agreed to go out with us. It might be a little weird for her since two mated Alphas aren't common, especially since she doesn’t seem used to Alphas flirting with her at all. But, it’s going to be okay in the end. Everything will work out.”

Bucky kisses Steve again, and Steve gives his Alpha a gentle smile.

“I love you, Alpha.”

Bucky smiles back and says, “I love you too, Alpha.”

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“Okay, okay, okay,” You mumble to yourself, running your hands down the front of your apron for the hundredth time. “Everything is going to be okay. They don’t know you’re going out with both of them, everything is going to be fine.”

Sighing, you mumble another ‘I can do this’ before turning around, jumping in shock when you see Tori standing in front of you.

“Jesus Christ, Tori! Warn a girl, will you?”

Tori laughs, smirking. “Sorry, I just thought I’d tell you that your Alpha, Bucky, is here with some friends but I didn’t want to interrupt your pep-talk.”

Oh shit, in your panic you didn’t even realize your class starts in less than ten minutes. But then you realize a certain word she used. Your Alpha.

“He’s not my Alpha. He’s just… an Alpha that happens to like me and wants to take me on a date.”

Your eyes widen in horror, because the realization that you’re actually going on a date with him, and, separately, Steve, in just a few hours is hitting you in full force.

Oh God, how am I going to survive today?

Tori pulls you out of your thoughts, literally, by grabbing your bicep and leading you out of the back office.

“Whatever you say, babe. Now, let’s not keep him waiting.”

When you get to the studio part of your store you see him, well, them. It’s Bucky, surrounded by about ten other people, all talking and laughing. Wow, he wasn’t kidding when he said he’d bring all of his friends.

There are about five other people milling about, looking at all the different canvases and paints available for the class. It makes you happy that you had so many people show up, even if most of them probably had to be convinced to come.

There’s just one person missing; Steve. It’s only two minutes from twelve, and you can’t help the disappointment at the fact that he probably forgot or, worse, was just joking about being interested in you and doesn’t actually want to see you.

It hurts you, deeper than it probably should, but you mask the hurt when you get up to Bucky and his friends.

“Um, hi, Bucky,” You say softly, glancing over at his friends all looking at you with knowing smirks.

“Ah!” The Alpha says, smiling widely at you. “Hello, darling.”

It takes everything in you for you to not melt right into the floor, both from embarrassment from having his friends chuckle in amusement as well as his smooth yet low tone directed at you.

You turn slightly to the group of people behind him, all giving you amused expressions and small waves. You wave back at them with an awkward smile, then turn back to the Alpha in front of you. “Um, I… It’s nice of you to come.”

“I said I would, didn’t I?” Bucky winks at you, and you press your lips shut so as to not let out the high-pitched whine that wants to be set free.

After a tense few seconds of silence, Tori appears from beside you. “I hate to break up your moment but it’s time to start.”

“Oh! R-right.” Your heart is racing ever so slightly, but it’s also hurting. Because it seems like Steve really did bail.

That is until you ask everyone to sit wherever they want. Bucky sits at the front, taking the easel closest to you. His friends and the other patrons all sit as well, and one spot remains open, right next to Bucky.

The bell above the door dings, and your head whips up to see the Alpha in question rushing through the door. He gives you a wide smile, and immediately makes his way to the empty seat.

Fuck.

“Sorry I’m late, I got held up.”

“No, it’s - it’s fine!” Your heart rate increases again, and you don’t know how you’re going to survive this class, especially considering Bucky is already giving you a heady gaze.

“O-okay, everyone, let’s get started.”

Surprisingly, the class goes by pretty smoothly. However, the intense stares from both Steve and Bucky, as well as their smirks and Bucky’s occasional winks, make you stutter over your words every once in a while. That would cause Bucky’s friends to snicker and smirk. Though it seems relatively harmless, simply finding amusement in watching you get flustered over flirting with Bucky but not with any malice.

Still, it’s going well.

It’s not until you tell everyone to put down their brushes that your nerves return, hoping that Steve won’t stick around and you can just meet him at the diner he suggested.

But, fate has other plans. Because Bucky’s friends stand and choose to hang around the window, looking at some of your other displayed paintings. The others came up to you with thanks, complimenting your work as well as your teaching skills, all of which make you smile so wide you’d think it’d hurt.

But then they leave, and after the last lone customer leaves, you turn and see, oh no. Fuck. Steve and Bucky are talking, laughing, standing way too close to one another for two people who don’t know each other. You’re standing by your easel still, eyes locked on to them, frozen. Because you have a strange inkling that they do actually know each other, which would mean that they would know you’re going on a date with both of them.

Then why would they ask you out if that were the case?

It takes everything in you not to run away when Bucky turns to face you with a wide smile, Steve turning next and smiling too.

“Hey, darling,” Bucky says, walking toward you when he realizes you’re frozen in place. He stops in front of you, and Steve follows his lead and stands next to him. They look at each other for a moment, Steve nodding his head once before Bucky turns to you and opens his mouth.

But you’re panicking. Because you’ve already decided that they’ve just now found out and are going to cancel the dates and maybe insult you for accepting a date from both of them. Even though, logically, you know they would never say anything even remotely rude to you, your anxiety is telling you that they would. They will. So you take it upon yourself to apologize.

“Guys, I-I am so sorry! I know I shouldn’t have accepted a date with both of you but I really, really like both of you and I didn’t know how to choose because I don’t want to choose between you two because you’re both really nice and amazing and I know it sounds awful that I want both of you when you’re probably not even interested anymore because why w-”

“Darling!” Bucky cuts you off, placing a warm hand on your bicep, squeezing it once, and then running his hand down your arm until he can take your hand in his.

“It’s okay, honey,” Steve says, bringing up a hand to gently turn your head to face him more directly.

“I-It… It is?”

They both give each other another glance while they chuckle to themselves. Steve takes your other hand, slowly rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

“We have something to tell you, darling.” Bucky sighs, then clears his throat. “We… planned this. We didn’t want to tell you upfront because we didn’t want to scare you away, because we really like you too. We’re… Steve and I are…” He trails off, and now his nerves are swirling deep in his stomach. Steve steps in for him though.

“We’re mates. And we know it’s not common, and two Alphas with an Omega isn’t common either, so we didn’t want to be too overbearing by flirting with you together. We’ve been wanting to court an Omega together so we wanted you to get to know us individually so you wouldn’t be overwhelmed because we can be… a lot. We’re sorry we lied.”

By the time they’re done speaking, you think you’re dreaming. No, you’re positive you’re dreaming. They’re mates? And, as Steve said, two mated Alphas aren’t exactly common. Even still, that doesn’t bother you. You’re big on doing what you want as long as no one is getting hurt. And you can understand why they didn’t want to approach you together, because, yeah, even just being in both of their presences makes your heart race and stutter.

But, they both want you? Like, together? They want to court you and maybe bring you into their relationship? It’s been a while since you’ve been in a relationship, and even then it was with a Beta, so you can’t even imagine how dating two Alphas would be.

“Oh.” Smart. Really fucking clever. God, why can’t you just say anything?

“Do you… Do you not want to date us?” Steve sounds disappointed, sad. And the way he frowns makes you mentally slap yourself out of your haze.

“No! I- I do! I just… I’ve never dated two Alphas. I don’t mind that you’re mated, really. I’m just not used to…” You trail off, biting your lip and glancing down, realizing that they still have hold of your hands. It makes your skin tingle, their large and warm hands fill your entire body with fire, and the smile that returns to Steve’s face makes you smile too.

“You’re not used to what?” Bucky asks, squeezing your hand.

“To being wanted this much, I guess.”

You miss the way both Alphas look at each other with furrowed eyebrows, both men frowning now.

“How about this,” Steve says, bringing up his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him. “We’ll cancel the dates for today. And we can go on one tomorrow, together. All of us. And if you think it over more tonight and decide you don’t want to anymore, then that is okay. But we really do like you, honey.”

Well, you’d never stood a chance against them from the very first meetings, so there’s not really a doubt in your mind that you do want to go on that date, it’s just your anxiety that’s causing you to doubt their feelings.

But Tori’s voice pops up in the back of your head telling you to stop overthinking, to just take a chance. So, that’s what you do.

“O-okay. Tomorrow is good.”

Both Alphas smile, simultaneously sighing in relief at your words. Bucky then releases your hand so he can pull out his phone, unlock it, then hand it to you.

“Here, we’re going to go but you can give me your number so we can talk over more details before tomorrow.”

You do so, typing in your number and watching with dazed eyes as they gather their things to leave. And when they’re about to leave, both men make quick moves of kissing each of your cheeks before retreating with charming smiles.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, darling?” Bucky asks, only leaving when you give him a nod and a wide smile.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.”

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bloodibambiidoll · 8 months ago

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Pour Some Sugar On Me

(Older!Alpha Eddie x Omega!Reader)

Summary: It’s been four months since you’ve been mated to Eddie in secret. When he takes you to “Lovers Lake” for a picnic and tells you he’s never hooked up there, it’s only right that you remedy that. WK: 1.8K

Warnings: General Omegaverse behaviors, scenting, knotting, biting, unprotected sex, outside sex, pet names, a whole lotta gushy mushy fluff. No physical descriptions of reader besides her outfit but she does have the nickname “sugar” 18+MNDI!

A/N: SURPISEEE SHAWTY!! I know it’s been a minute since I posted a ST fic but I randomly got the spark to write this today! This is set in the middle of Everlasting Sweeheart before Sugar’s dad finds out about them. Older!Eddie edit is by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple.

You’ve been seeing Eddie in secret for about four months now and it couldn’t be more perfect. Aside from the fact that it was a secret. It was hard, having to hide your mate from everyone in your life. The only person you’ve told is your childhood best friend but she lives states away. A few of your employees asked about your mark and you brushed them off, not wanting to go into details. You haven’t seen your dad since that day at the shop, the day you realized that Eddie worked for him. You missed him, and you hate sneaking around behind his back. Even though it was your idea to wait, you were ready to tell him. But your mate? He wasn’t quite there yet. So you decided not to push him for now and to just enjoy your little bubble.

Today Eddie has something “special” planned for the two of you but refuses to tell you where you’re going. He does this with every date, plans something elaborate or something as simple as a movie night at home. But it was always romantic. He put a lot of thought into these dates and it made sneaking around infinitely easier on you. On those days, it feels everything and everyone but you and Eddie cease to exist.

“Alright sugar pie, you ready?” Eddie yells down the hall, you made him leave the room so you could get ready because you had a little surprise of your own. He didn’t tell you where you were going, but he at least told you that you were riding on his bike and not in one of his cars. So you’d know what to wear. And it just so happened you had the perfect outfit.

Thus far he's only seen your softer side, your little mini dresses and Mary Jane’s with ribbons tied in your hair. Which was great for when you worked at the bakery, comfy shoes, easy movement, kept your hair out of your face. But there’s a whole other side to you he has yet to discover. You were raised by a biker, after all. You look at yourself in the mirror and smirk. You had even styled your hair differently and your make up was darker than your everyday look. Eddie was going to shit.

“Yeah baby, I’m ready.” You exit the room and Eddie’s jaw literally drops and his keys that were dangling from his fingers fall to the ground.

“Sugar… you look…” his eyes roam your figure, drinking in every inch, every detail. The glossy leather of your thigh high platform boots. The little black ripped jean shorts. The tiny little white tank top. And last but not least? You’re wearing a fucking leather battle jacket. “Wow. You look so fucking sexy. Did you get new clothes?”

“Nah. This is stuff I’ve had forever. I actually started this jacket back in highschool and have gradually added to or changed it. I feel like you’re forgetting who my dad is, Eddie bear. Have you ever looked in my closet? There’s more to me than you think.” You approach him, running your cherry red fingernail along his jaw, causing him to shiver under your touch.

“You’re telling me my little sugar girl has a bad ass rocker side I don’t even know about?” He grips your hips in his large ringed hands, pulling your body taunt against his.

“Guess you’ll just have to stick around and find out.” You pull back, shooting him a wink. “You ready to go or are you gonna stand here and ogle me all night?”

“Oh baby, I’m gonna ogle you alright… but, I’m ready to go.” He gives your butt a little pat before leaning down to pick up his keys. “Come on, get your sexy ass out the door.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going. You don’t have to be pushy.” You tease, giggling as you connect his lips to yours.

Eddie drove his bike to the edge of town, turning down a dirt road and stopping when he reached the lake he apparently nicknamed “lovers lake”. He had a whole picnic packed tightly in the seat compartment of his motorcycle with all your favorite foods and treats. He even brought little candles and wine.

“This is nice Eddie, it’s really pretty here.” Your head is resting on his shoulder and you smile up at him sweetly.

“Yeah? I’m glad baby. Used to come out here in highschool in my van. Open up the back and just smoke and think, enjoy the silence. Figured it would be nice.” He smooths a hand over your hair before cupping your cheek, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

“All by yourself? You didn’t bring any girls out here? That’s why they call it lovers lake, right?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him playfully.

“Ha! No, definitely didn’t bring any girls out here. Teenage Eddie wasn’t very popular with the ladies.”

“Hmm… that’s too bad, seems like a nice place to get your guts rearranged by a hot metal head, if you ask me.” You rest a hand on his chest, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

That’s how you ended up where you are now, bent over Eddie’s bike, your shorts discarded on the ground somewhere, panties pushed to the side and his tongue buried as deep inside you as possible. He insisted you keep the boots and the jacket on because it was “really doing it for him”.

“Fuck baby, you always taste so sweet.” Eddie mumbles against your core, the vibrations causing you to moan out. His skilled tongue pushes you closer to the edge with each passing second. He leans down to take your clit between his lips as his thick digits circle your entrance. He starts to thrust his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right so they brush against your sweet spot with each stroke. It has you seeing stars, your pussy clenching so tightly around his fingers he feels like they’re going to get pushed out.

“Oh my god! Fuck, Eddie! Feels so fucking good, you always make me cum so good. Want your cock.”

“Don’t worry sugar, I’m not fucking done with you yet.” You hear the sound of his belt, followed by his zipper. He pushes his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free, taking it in his hand and running it through your slick folds. “How bad do you want it?”

“So bad alpha, want your knot.” You whimper as you push back against him. He pushes into you in one breath taking thrust.

“Ah fuck, you’re always so god damn tight.” Eddie pushes his hips flush against yours, his tip brushing against your sweet spot. His hands grip onto your ass, the cool night air making his rings cold against your skin. He squeezes the flesh of your cheeks while he starts to rock into you slow and deep, teasing you.

“Eddie, faster, please, go faster.” You bounce back against him, your ass jiggling deliciously in his tattooed hands.

“Yeah? My pretty girl wants it faster?” He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back inside you, the sound of his hips clapping against your ass echoing through the trees. He starts to fuck into you hard and fast, your upper half resting against the plush bike seat and the tips of your boot clad feet are the only thing touching the ground.

“Mmm alpha, I need your cum. Need your knot. You make me feel so fucking full.”

Eddie leans forward, his chest pressing against your back, making his cock thrust even deeper inside you. One of his hands snakes around you to rub your clit while he brings his lips to your neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses along the expanse of your throat. He shoves his nose into your scent gland and inhales, your sugary sweet scent sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“You smell so fucking good omega. My omega. My sweet girl.” He nips at the skin of your neck before biting down, latching his teeth to your skin. It’s all too much. It all feels too good. The speed of the circles on your clit increases and that’s all it takes to send you tumbling over the edge.

“Ohmygod! Eddieeee, mmm fuck.” He fucks you through it before leaning up off of you to chase his own high.

“This pussy’s so fucking good. Tastes so sweet. Sucks me in so good. So tight. Fucking made for me.” His eyes don’t know where to settle, his thick cock disappearing into your creamy walls over and over again. The way your back is curved from how you’re bent over his bike. The way those fucking boots hug the top of your thighs.

“Give your cum alpha, fuck a pup into me.”

“Oh god.” His hips slap hard against yours a few more times before he’s pushing them flush against your ass, filling you with ropes of his cum. His knot starts to swell inside you and he goes to pull out so you aren’t stuck in this awkward position until it goes down but you just hook your leg around his, keeping him in place.

“No, I want your knot, Eddie. I’ll stay like this all night just to have it.”

“Jesus Christ.” You let out a little whimper that turns into a loud moan as his knot pops inside you. The feeling sending you into another mind blowing orgasm. Eddie leans his chest down against you again so he can leave loving little pecks against your cheek and rub his nose against your throat.

“That was so fucking hot.” You giggle, reaching behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“Yeah, it was, but now we’re stuck like this. So I’m gonna need you to stop laughing or we are going to be stuck here all night.” Eddie chuckles as he leans into your touch.

“Just fall back on your ass, it’ll be fine.”

He leans up, gripping your hips as he lets his ass fall back onto the ground. He lands with you on top of his lap with a gentle thud.

“Guess this isn’t so bad.” Eddie cups your cheek, turning your head to the side so he can connect your lips in a passionate kiss. No matter how many times he kisses you like this you think it’ll still make a bomb filled with butterflies go off in your stomach.

“So… how was your first lovers lake hookup?”

“World altering. Wouldn’t have wanted it to be with anyone else. I love you, sugar.”

“I love you too Eddie, so much.” You giggle fondly, taking his face in your hand.

“You’ve seriously gotta stop with that cute ass giggling or I’m just gonna have to fuck you again.”

“Maybe that’s what I want?” You raise a challenging eyebrow at him, a smirk spread across your lips.

“Ohhh you’re in for it now.” He grabs your hips, manhandling you onto your hands and knees with his knot still inside you. “I can stay here all night.”

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lexirosewrites · 2 days ago

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I might b getting a cold tht is making me tired but I have a single idea I wanted to send in before I succumb

O!Steve is the God of Children & Protection, his temples r often safe havens for orphans or run aways, first time mothers pray both to O!Joyce the Goddess of Parenthood & War AND Steve the God of Children & Protection for an easy delivery & a healthy child

Steve loves walking hidden behind a glamor among mortals, especially on his festival days, he takes many forms but enjoys running with other young children as if he is one of them, his statues & mosaics & paintings depict him most often as a youthful omega with broad shoulders & eyes like stars wearing a type of clothing tht is worn by children till they come of age

It is on one of his festival days tht he meanders into the city of Hawkins from the woods as if he is a traveler come to give offerings to his own temple, he walks the streets enjoying the sounds of children laughing as they receive free treats & new toys from the priests & priestesses of every temple but especially his, one child runs into him & he stops them from apologizing by pulling out from seemingly thin air something the child had wanted but wasn't being offered among the toys, a book of mathematics. The child is gleeful & when he looks up from the book to thank the stranger (Steve) he is gone. Several more children end up getting gifts directly from Steve throughout the day, an older brother gets a slingshot while his little sister gets a sweet treat not offered at any of the stalls, a red headed girl is given a board of wood crafted w 4 wheels to replace the one she'd broken by accident (she never told this traveler abt her broken board) & her friend who's a resident of Steve's temple is gifted a necklace of finest carved wooden beads after Steve winks at her when she almost blows his cover after immediately seeing beyond his glamor. A timid boy w an unfortunate haircut is given drawing tools & materials. A snarky boy who reminds Steve of a huntress he once loved is gifted a book of various stories from around the land while his much younger sister clutches the cat doll Steve gives her tht she promptly names Cheese.

There's great fanfare as the festival reaches its main event, Steve is curious since every village/town/city does something different for this event. The city of Hawkins puts on a story contest each year tht is judged by the children's response. This year someone steps up last to tell their tale who Steve instantly recognizes as not mortal. This person's tale is decidedly dark & scary & it details some sort of future wherein the God of Children & Protection is to submit to the God of Darkness & Monsters who oversees the world of the monsters & shadows & forced to become his wife. The temple objects loudly to this tale, shouting tht Steve is a virgin God who swore off marriage & courtship & mating when a foolish mortal huntress played w his heart hundreds of years ago, to which the stranger responds he is merely telling the tale of what he wanted, a tale he will make true no matter what it'll take & when the ppl try to get the stranger to leave the stage the stranger suddenly begins to morph & change shape till he towers above the crowd with horns like a crown, claws instead of fingers & alpha fangs larger than is possible.

This is Vecna the God of Darkness & Monsters who is said to never leave his domain of shadows. He proclaims he will lay low the temple tht houses the orphans & run aways of the city & nearby villages tht he will even slaughter the children if he must till Steve appears to him & comes w him as his bride

Steve is abt to reveal himself & jump to protect the children the God is aiming to swipe his claws at when a man runs forward from the crowd brandishing a string instrument tht he uses to knock away the attempted attack, this man then also morphs & changes. The man is now crowned w a wreath upon his head tht reveals him to b a God tht had newly arrived to their land whose cult was still growing without any temples or altars, he has no name tht the humans or others in the Pantheon know, simply taking up the epitaph of the God of Indulgence & Storytelling. This new God bares his own Alpha fangs & declares he would not sit idly by while such a God of Monsters told a tale only meant to scare another into submission.

Then it is pandemonium as a clash btwn Deities begins. The ppl r evacuating the area, many adults prioritizing the children while Steve's temple is also cleared of ppl & Steve feels an anger simmering in his stomach tht boils over when he sees the boy tht he'd given the mathematics book to trip over a rock & begin calling desperately for his mother as she's swept away by the tide of panicking bodies. It explodes when he sees the boy with the slingshot carrying his sister on his back trying to help the mathematics boy up & away. Then Steve cannot contain himself as the little girl who he gave a doll is clutching it & crying as she has also clearly lost her family in the chaos & is does not know where to go.

Steve is charging forward shedding his glamor & pulling from within his clothes a long metal weapon w sharp spikes at the tip. He cuts short an attempted swipe from Vecna aimed at the stomach of the other Deity tht jumped to the children's defense. The alpha God snarls & finds himself out numbered. He continues to fight on two fronts for four days & four nights till Steve calls upon the leader of the Pantheon to intervene in Vecnas disregard for his banishment. Vecna tries to grab Steve around the wrist as he begins to retreat to his world of shadows & monsters but the new God intervenes again as the sky rumbles w the approach of Hopper the God of Justice & Storms, essentially breaking Vecnas own wrist. Then Vecna has retreated & Steve's ire is cooling as he turns to see the destruction wrought by a clash of Deities.

The mortals seem to all b safe, especially the children. The temples r untouched but other buildings have been felled. Steve turns to thank the other God for interfering when he did, but he finds this new God sunk to the ground clutching at a wound on his stomach. Steve is at his side as a grim faced Hopper descends with a furious Joyce at his side, Steve is afraid to touch in case the wound is made worse. This new God's condition begins to worsen till Murray the God of Politics & Love appears with little fanfare telling Steve to simply hold him & let this alpha God scent him.

Steve feels a deep pull within him at Murray's words & as he gathers this new God within his arms he feels a warm light blooming wherever they touch. As Steve cradles his head near his neck the scent he exudes causes a response from the other & when they pull apart to look at eachother without the threat of battle all wounds r healed. Without thought the God of Indulgence & Storytelling then tells Steve his name, Eddie.

Eddie asks to court Steve without a thought to the Deities & gathering mortals around them. Steve heartily agrees.

Hundreds of years from tht battle art depicts Steve the God of Children & Protection embracing his husband & consort Eddie the God of Indulgence & Storytelling

OH YES DELIGHTFUL🥰🥰🥰

#slick sunday #steddie #steddie omegaverse #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #steve x eddie #omegaverse #a/b/o #my asks

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scholomancefan · 3 months ago

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Horrifying prompt/idea:

Omegaverse where Shen Yuan is Shen Jiu and Qiu Jianluo’s son.

For Context: I’ve been reading Sha Po Lang, and Chang Geng’s relationship with his (supposed) mother in his memories had me thinking of Shen Jiu (after escaping the Qiu household) raising Shen Yuan similarly, with alternating murder attempts, machinations, and pity.

Fun fact, in the first draft of Marrying the Scum Villainess's Daughter, Shen Yuan was going to be Qiu Jianluo's and Shen Jiu's! But that was too dark for what I wanted to be a lighthearted comedy, so I cut it 😅 Anyway, here's my first try writing omegaverse! Please be gentle ❤️

“All this time this man has deceived you!” Qiu Haitang cried out. “He’s no beta. He’s an omega, the wife of my brother, and the bearer of my nephew Qiu Yuan!”

Everyone turned to stare aghast at Shen Qingqiu, including Shen Yuan himself.

It couldn’t be true. Shen Qingqiu was a beta just like Shen Yuan. He’d gotten Shen Yuan on some brothel worker somewhere, something Shen Yuan’s bullies on Qing Jing had rubbed in Shen Yuan’s face over and over.

Shen Qingqiu’s eyes were like black marbles, and there was no life in them. Only purest loathing for the alpha Qiu Haitang as she made her accusations.

The Huan Hua Palace Master stroked his beard. “These are serious accusations,” he murmured in a carrying voice.

Because omegas were little better than property to be bought or sold through dowries–treasured in families, to be sure, but one could never hold a position of power. Whether they were even allowed to cultivate was generally the decision of their alpha after they had been mated; how could omegas be expected to control their base lusts without a firm and guiding hand?

“He murdered my brother, Qiu Jianluo, and stole their child,” Qiu Haitang wept. “Qiu Yuan, a precious omega of our house!”

And now it felt like all the air around him had vanished. Shen Yuan couldn’t breathe.

“Baba…” Shen Yuan whispered.

The teas. The damn teas that Shen Qingqiu insisted they drink together every day. Shen Qingqiu had never liked Shen Yuan; had encouraged the other disciples to bully him, had turned away from Shen Yuan’s tears. But he insisted every day at the same time that they take tea together. It was a far cry from family bonding. It was as much warmth as Shen Yuan ever had from him.

“The omega Qiu Yuan of course cannot remain in omega Shen Jiu’s care,” the Huan Hua Palace Master insisted.

This!!! Fucking!!! Setup!!! Everyone was just taking Qiu Haitang’s word for everything, even though Shen Yuan was certain he and Shen Qingqiu were still to all appearances betas. This could only mean one thing… or rather, that one person was behind this.

“We will arrange a marriage for him straight away to a trustworthy cultivator of great promise,” the Huan Hua Palace Master continued.

There it was.

Shen Yuan peered through the crowd and sure enough there was Luo Binghe, watching the proceedings with the smug look of someone for whom everything was going according to plan. For the protagonist everything always went according to plan.

And in this case apparently the plan was to collect Shen Yuan into Luo Binghe’s harem like a special edition Pokemon card!

Gongyi Xiao stepped forward and reached out to Shen Yuan. “It’s going to be all right,” he said softly, the trappings of kindness trying to hide the poison of the lie.

The snap of a paper fan unfurling. Blood spattered the cobbles at their feet. Gongyi Xiao clutched his bleeding wrist and cried out in pain.

And then it was Shen Qingqiu standing there, shielding Shen Yuan from the view of the crowd.

“If you try to take Shen Yuan, I will slaughter you all and dance in your bloody remains,” Shen Qingqiu snarled, and raised his fan, stained crimson at its qi-honed edge.

#svsss #svsss fanfiction #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #danmei fanfic nightclub #omegaverse

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 5 months ago

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❝ His heart is beating just for me (I can hardly breathe). ❞

warnings: omegaverse content, knotting, mentions of prostitution (Toji), disassociation, talks of s*x work, mentions of mpreg, established D/S dynamics, safeword used, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick/cock, use of cunt, pussy, hole),

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authors note: save me softdom!toji...save me...(just wanna say, rough sex is great but in the context of this fic Toji has some feelings about it (more so sex work) and that’s it. I’m not policing you on how you wanna get freaky, if you want rough sex my other fics have them ;3 ) * song on repeat: Every Inch by Barlow & Bear (Abigail Barlow & Emily Bear)

“Are you okay?” he smooths a hand down your sides, watching the rise and fall of your chest with rapt interest as you dig the heels of your palm in your eyes. The sensation of his callouses stroking your skin causes your breath to stutter. He tilts his head and places his palm across your sternum, spreading his touch until his thumb rubs against the pebbled surface of your nipple.

“Sweetcheeks,” he sings, grinning slightly as you spread your thighs when he readjusts his weight to lean over you. Toji is patient as you drop your arms onto the bed, those heavy-lidded eyes so hazy as they peer up at him from beneath those pretty lashes. The alpha in him sings his praises to you; pride manifesting itself through the steady rumbling within Toji’s chest and travelling to his throat.

The purr makes you smile, returning it brokenly with your own as you reach for him.

“��Atta boy,” Toji relishes your embrace. He steadies you as he holds you to his chest and rests your thighs over his hips. The sounds the both of you make ooze contentment in a way that makes Toji chuckle. When he rests a hand on your nape you sigh, melting further into his shoulder as you place lazy kisses up his neck.

The scar of your mating bite makes his scent more biting — a sharp, spicy, aroma that wafts up your nose as he moves his hips. The gasp that leaves your lips simply egg him on. Cunt squeezing him tightly as he fucks up into you.

“Toji,” you squeak out. He says your name in return. The rumble in his chest making his already deep voice go an octave lower as his voice rumbles. It sends shivers up your spine as you lock your ankles behind him.

Flesh spills between Toji’s fingers. He bounces you with his strength. It was a marvel how easily he could. Those years of training had given him such a sturdy build. Those broad shoulders and shapely waist — not to mention, his delectable thighs that are constantly marked up from your own doing.

Toji is obsessed with his strength just as you are. It makes it easier to protect you, to prove to himself that his violence can be used for more than just money and rage.

“Fuh - Fuck, Toji!”

Hearing you moan like that is an added bonus.

He presses his lips to your jugular. Feels it pulse against his teeth when he curls his lips. You toss your head back, digging your nails into his muscly back, and Toji presses your body closer. His dick is splitting you open, the sound of slick and skin slapping skin resonating through the room as you rest down on his knot. It’s teasing you. Nearly getting in yet the angle wasn’t right and he was too big to simply slip in.

It drives him insane how easily you submit to him. As if you’re unaware of how dangerous his mouth is. A mouth full of teeth belonging to a man — and alpha — like him did not deserve such a willing and soft throat.

He’s used this maw as a weapon, a final resort — flashes of memory filter through his open eyes and Toji pulls his head away to kiss you instead. You taste sweet and you moan desperately into his mouth as he closes his eyes.

Your nails are making his shoulders twitch — he focuses on your wet cunt and the way your cock is twitching and peeking from beneath the hood. When you gasp out his name again, Toji snarls and pushes you onto the bed again. You yelped, grasping onto the bedsheets as he crawled on top of you.

He slipped out from the sudden change in position. You’re looking up at him like before, but this time he feels disgusted. So trusting, so open, and pliant.

Weak.

Toji’s brows twitch, a shadow crossing over his expression as he grabs your wrist and brings it to his nose. Your scent is strong here, and he tries his hardest to drown in it.

It shouldn’t be hard. Here he is, in your nest, and between your legs where he can feel how warm you are. Yet. His brain won’t shut off.

The bed turns to cracked stone floors and his mouth is full of blood while his lips sag from how bruised it is and the cut isn’t helping. That day, everything shifted for him; he became a proper unfeeling Ze’Nin despite his hatred for them.

You’re watching as he guides his cock inside of you. Slipping inside and grunting as his knot is flushed against you instead of inside of you. His bangs are swaying a bit, dark locks turning darker with sweat as he braces himself on his palms. But he’s not looking at you. Toji is looking through you as he starts thrusting.

The action causes you to mewl but your forehead wrinkles with worry. You try to pull your hands away from his grip but he tightened it, snarling once again which makes you freeze.

“Toji?”

Your eyes widen as he adjusts his knees, bucking his hips and pushing his knot in. Mouth opening, you moan wantonly, slick gushing out as your hips jerk.

“Shit, shit, shit – Toji!”

He huffs and pants above you, catching one of your curled fingers between his teeth as the knot begins to catch. Your cunt is twitching around it, confused between taking it in and pushing it out. But eventually, with enough pressure, Toji’s cock hits home and you whine in pleasure. There it is, the thing your hindbrain has been practically screaming for these past few days.

It’s weight inside of you, the way it stretches and plugs you up as Toji’s cockhead insistently presses right against that sweet spot within you. It makes your toes curl, overwhelmed with pleasure as your hips raise and buck. He doesn’t even move, because you fuck yourself on his dick well enough. Ass lifting off the bed, desperate rutting and bucking, Toji lets go of your wrist and you instantly bring your hands to jerk off your dick.

He grunts from the vigorous movements, raising a brow when you almost pull his knot out and sink back down with a series of pornographic noises. You do it again. Relishing in the stretch from the middle of his knot, your cunt trying so hard to keep him in and Toji finds it humorous enough to huff out a laugh.

You were a weird omega. Fucking yourself on his knot, chewing on your lip and pleading that it’s too much all while he simply watches because you’re doing so well.

He feels guilty for calling you weak. Pathetic, sure, but only in a sexual setting and only for him. But weak?

No, that was just him.

Him and his own issues.

“Alpha,” you call out. Toji snaps back in, pressing down his larger frame onto you and rendering you immobile as he does so. His chest against yours — Toji looks at you and you feel relief in the recognition in those eyes. The bitter scent that was muddling his signature bergamot one fading away as it mixes with yours.

“Yeah, babe?” his nose bumps into your chin, teeth teasingly nipping on it, before he plants gentle kisses across your face. You wrap your arms around him, syncing your breathing with his own as you liplock.

When he pulls away, you say; “Strawberries.”

Toji does not ask for a second time. His eyes widen for a moment but once it registers, he peels away. You try not to make a noise as he attempts to pull his knot out but a strangled groan slips through, so Toji offers your calf an apologetic squeeze. His knot was not happy, but thankfully, neither of you had cum from his dick just yet so it wasn’t too snug.

You push to sit, watching him as he finds some washcloths to wipe his junk down with and thanking him when he gives you one as well.

“I’ll get us some water,” you nod at him. Your legs were pretty useless at this point anyways. Leaning against your headboard, you try your hardest to recompose yourself enough.

When he returns with two glasses of cold water, you both sit in comfortable silence as you take sips. He waits for you to talk first, patient as you find the words while you swallow down the mouthful of liquid.

“Are you okay?”

“I should be the one askin’ you that, babe.”

You place the glass down on the floor, making your way to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. You’re on your knees, which makes him tilt his head up as he gazes at you.

“You said our safeword,” he continues, “was I too rough?”

There were moments were his strength was incredibly helpful in your bed. But it isn’t exactly something he enjoys abusing when it wasn’t needed.

When he was younger and in need of cash, he used sex as a means to earn some.

It was stupid, dangerous, humiliating in a way he had never quite felt before. He was the alpha, he was the one on top, and he was the service they paid for. Toji never worked corners, he simply offered when he sensed interest — which makes this humiliation feel inane.

If he asked for it, offered it, took the money; what guilt should the other party feel?

It was...complicated. He’s happy he no longer prostitutes himself just to gamble the money away anymore, he’s happy he doesn’t have to let his mind wander while the woman below him begs for him to be rough. While she’s mewling and begging and crying — and all he feels is disgust at himself when she seems so happy at being choked, slapped, shoved around.

It’s all consensual, she told him.

Barely, he bit out.

But to her, to everyone, that was just Toji being Toji. Saying outlandish things in that blunt tone and barely there grin.

His whole life has been rough. Blood and gore and abuse.

So he enjoys this; sex with you. Where he simply needs to nose the top of your head and ask if he could touch. Where you guide his hands to where you ache for him, and his hands that have killed so many, is suddenly a healing salve. He was a dominant man, but he wasn’t violent. He doesn’t want to be.

There were moments where he could be rough, of course, but he just prefers this.

“No, baby, not at all.” His shoulders loosens and you offer a grin. “Okay,” he curls a hand around your waist and tugs you closer.

“...You spaced out,” you tucked his hair behind his ear, reaching to comb his hair back as he hid his face under your jaw. “We can talk about it if you want.”

“Not really,” he mumbles. You’re not pressed about his answer. Simply threading your fingers through his hair with a hum.

“You wanna talk about you fucking yourself on my knot?” You laugh at him, you can feel his smile on your neck. That scar on his lip tracing your skin.

“Hmm, why? Ya’ didn’t like it?”

“Oh, I fuckin’ loved it. Didn’t think omegas liked that shit. Thought it hurt.”

You have some decency to blush. Happy that Toji’s face isn’t looking at yours so he can’t see you —

“You blushin’?”

Damn it.

“Doesn’t hurt when my cock is rock hard,” you reply. “My cunt was soaked too.” Toji snorts, pulling away to lean on his hand, taking another sip of his water.

“Like a damn slip and slide,” he mumbles. You laugh again, shaking your head and kissing the trail of water away from his chin. He chases your lips and you allow him to claim a kiss.

He groans into it, relishing in your softness as you cup his face and begin to climb his lap again. He’s still at full mast and so are you. You place your forehead over his. Taking in his handsome face, tracing the scar on his lip. He kisses your thumb, holding you securely with one arm while he holds his glass in the other.

“You okay, Toji?”

He smiles. He never told you this, but he enjoys this position the most. Looking up at you like this. Adoring you. Worshipping you. Loving you. It feels so natural.

“Always am when I’m with you, sweetcheeks.”

The crinkle in your nose before you laugh. Toji wants to imprint that within his brain. If he ever died and if those sick fucks decided to cut him open, he’s certain that when they sliced his brain into onion-thin slices they would find you there.

Because he doesn’t want it any other way. His life made no sense before you. It won’t make sense ever again if you ever leave him.

He abandons his empty glass and places it vicariously on the bedding so he can hold you properly.

“Can I make you cum around my dick now?” he asks.

“Think you can before Tsumiki and Megumi come back from school?” you challenge.

He huffs, an upside-down grin appearing as he grips onto your ass.

“I think I could even give them another sibling actually.”

“Toji!”

#s3thwrit3sstuff #male reader #reader insert #male reader insert #gay reader #male!reader #fushiguro toji x male reader #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji x you

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oneknightstand-if · 5 months ago

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A Completely Normal Rest Stop

Update 4: Chapter 2 Part 2 - The Rest Stop

Featuring...

Merlin's Guide to Minor Enemies

A bucketload of owed texts & e-mails to the MC

Decisions of great import... just where are you sleeping in that motorhome during this Among Us game?

Shopping? Fleeing? Stalking Merlin? Chapter 2 wedding proposals? ̵S̵a̴b̷o̴t̸a̷g̵e̵ ̵t̷h̴e̶ ̷m̸o̵t̵o̴r̷h̸o̷m̷e̶/̷ Actually having a completely normal time because you sidestepped all the spooky shenanigans? (But what fun would the latter be?)

A ton of branching everywhere in the second part of this update, so try replaying again with a few different choices.

A̴ ̴C̴o̶m̴p̷l̷e̵t̷e̴l̴y̵ ̶N̴o̷r̸m̴a̶l̵ ̵G̴a̴s̸ ̶S̵t̵a̷t̷i̶o̷n̸ ̵S̴t̸o̷p̷

Nothing to see here but a completely normal gas station & convenience store at a completely normal rest stop. Moving along now.

Play the Updated Beta Test

(Since there were bugs & typos reported throughout Chapter 1 & 2, your current saves are probably going to reset to the beginning of each section of the game. If things get too wonky, you might want to try restarting from the beginning.)

*If you're getting error messages or the start screen isn't showing Version 0.22, please clear your browser's cache.

Additional Word Count (Sans Code): 200,000+

Additional Word Count (With Code): 285,000+

New Total Word Count (Sans Code): 815,000+

New Total Word Count (With Code): 1,120,000+

Average Playthrough: ~65,000+ words

Note: You can view the game code on my site the same way you do on Dashingdon just add /scenes to the end of the URL.

Next Update

Merlin's Guide to Minor Neutrals

MC may appear on TV! This might not be a good thing. And they aren't the only one, cameo appearances from a future RO

Get hit with your first mass spell of nondemonic origin

Counteract with participation in your first multiuser spell

Attempt to summon Cthulhu. Dance the macarena. Have the consequences of your own inaction potentially bite you in the arse-- I mean what?

RO #4 finally appears.

Also quick reminder that the Alpha Build of the game on Patreon updates as I complete each section, so is currently on Chapter 2-3.

Link to New Polls on the Update (Which don't auto close in a week like the Tumblr ones)

More (Fiddly) Info on the Update Behind the Spoiler Cut...

The Update Also Includes...

Added section where the devil's mark is found if you change into short sleeve clothes right before packing up to leave

Added more neutral way of deciding not to claim dibs on a past Camelot incarnation

Added more flavor text regarding the vending machine in the fencing club route

Fixed continuity bug regarding your mask while exploring the empty city

Fixed continuity bug with Adrian's text messages in the Fencing Club route (Again!)

Added Fou and Petit Cru as default names for the Arthurian lore references to the default pet names

Fixed reference to nonexistent pet at the start of the book club route (which won't be finished for awhile)

Fixed some behind-the-scenes bugs with variable incrementing

Changed brave_sir_robin & merlin_warn to numerical variable instead of true/false (might cause bugs with prior saves that triggered those flags)

Fixed a bunch of typos and smaller bugs that I've completely lost track of at this point, but pretty much guarantee every section got re-edited

#choice of games #hosted games #interactive fiction #if wip #if game #cog #arthuriana #interactive story #oneknightstand #cog wip #if #choicescript #oks-update #one knight stand #if update #horror

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boohorns1136439 · 1 month ago

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Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (02)

Already? I know, right. I don’t know what’s happening to me right now, but let’s hope it lasts. I never knew it would be so fun to write, clearly not the same high as reading a great book or fic, but pretty close. This is slightly longer than the first chapter.

01 <- 02 -> 03

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Warning: cursing, nsfw (but like you should expect it), a little smutty but nothing too explicit

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; afab!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut ; bisexual!Reader

A chilling sweetness was the first thing your nose picked up. The longer the scent wrapped itself around you, the more you recognized the undeniably sweet, tangy, and fresh aroma of ripe berries. The crispness of the scent left you wondering if the berries were slightly frozen, adding a refreshing and pleasant coldness. You couldn’t quite tell which berries they were—blueberries, raspberries, maybe even strawberries? It didn’t matter, because the blended scent left you craving a taste. You could almost picture a glass bowl full of ripe berries, your hand reaching in to devour the sweet treat.

Your body didn’t quite know how to handle it, instinctively tensing against the overwhelming sensation. You felt an involuntary shiver run down your spine as the sweetness invaded your senses, leaving you both mesmerized and disoriented. It consumed you, making your pulse quicken as your senses struggled to process it. Your head felt light, almost dizzy, like the ground beneath you had shifted. Just when you thought you might find yours footing, the coldness of the berries began to melt away, and the scent transformed—richer, warmer, sweeter. Honey.

You could smell honey now, hot and thick, being poured over the berries. The heat of the honey mixed with the berries was almost too much. Your pulse escalated, racing out of control, and every breath you took only pulled more of the intoxicating scent into your lungs. It flooded your mind, clouding your thoughts. The hot honey turned the berries into a syrupy, luscious jam, and you could practically taste it, the sweetness lingering on your lips. Your entire body tingled, unable to escape the pull of the scent.

The culprit behind the scent was obviously Todoroki. In the back of your mind, you could hear a little voice—your inner doctor—saying he was showing signs of entering his heat. But it was still confusing because you had never smelled anyone’s scent, heat or no heat, this strongly before. It had never affected you this much. Usually, you could only pick up faint hints of sweetness or sourness from others, but this... this was different. You had never been able to distinguish someone’s scent this clearly before, but with Todoroki, you could name it exactly—frosted berries and honey. Not only that, but the way your whole body tingled just from smelling it was entirely new. It was overwhelming, all-consuming. And from the way Todoroki was looking at you, eyes dark with a knowing smile, and how his scent spiked in response, you knew he noticed how deeply his scent affected you too.

"Alpha... you’ll take care of me, won’t you?" His voice had dropped lower, breathless, tinged with desperation but still confident, as if he was sure you would give him everything he wanted. As if the two of you weren’t practically strangers, as if the sterile hospital room around you didn’t exist, as if everything he was thinking about wasn’t entirely inappropriate. Embarrassingly, it wasn’t just him. You were really really trying to not focus on how your thoughts were heading down the same dangerous path.

“Todoroki, it seems you’ve entered your heat. Don’t worry, we’ll prescribe you some medication to help manage it until you can be released home.” You tried to force professionalism back into your voice, but the way his eyes, once filled with raw desire, narrowed at you with disapproval made your heart stutter. His eyebrows furrowed, and his lips parted in something close to frustration.

“I don’t want medicine, Alpha. I want you,” he rasped, his voice breaking slightly. His hand shot out, more desperate now, as if he couldn’t bear the distance between you. Before you could react, he grabbed your hand, and you were too startled—too affected by the intensity of his words—to pull away. With a shaky breath, he pressed your hand against his cheek, closing his eyes and sighing deeply, almost in relief.

He didn’t stop there. He nuzzled your hand, the gesture so gentle, like he was seeking comfort and your touch was the only thing that could soothe him in that moment. It was adorable in a strange, needy way—like a cat demanding affection. But there was an underlying desperation in the way he leaned into you, and the way he pressed into your palm made you feel how badly he needed it. The innocence of the gesture was overshadowed by the unmistakable tension in the air. He was scenting you, while the overwhelming sweetness of his scent was making you clenched your thighs tightly together as a wave of heat washed over you.

Todoroki hadn’t forgotten his own wanted. His lips pressed eagerly against the palm of your hand, each kiss slower, more intense than the last. Instinctively, you tried to pull away, a small yelp escaping your lips, but his grip tightened. His eyes opened, locking onto yours, annoyed with your actions.

His grip on your wrist was bruising, a stark contrast to the frantic, needy kisses he pressed against your hand. His body trembled, grinding desperately —Oh God— against the blanket resting on his laps, frantically looking for any relief. Kissing your hands weren’t enough to calm him. He guided your hand to his neck, forcing your fingers to press against his scent gland, but that didn’t satisfy him either. His breath hitched as he moved your hand lower, dragging its down his chest. When your finger brushed over his nipple, a high, strained moan slipped from his lips. His hips jerked upward, aching for friction, anything to break the suffocating need building within him. His body was on the edge, desperate for release, and craving more.

You felt feverish, trapped by his grip. The warmth of his skin seeped through his shirt, so hot it was burning you in the most delicious way. When your eyes met his, the smile he gave you was ravaging, and you felt yourself leaning closer into his warmth. He seemed to have the same idea, trying to close the distance between you. Your lips are now within reach for his—lips that had been tempting him for what felt like an eternity.

His hands eagerly moved yours, guiding them to the place he needed you the most while his legs was spreading in impatience. His mind was too clouded with desire to even consider removing his clothes, despite how uncomfortable they felt against his skin. As your faces drew closer, he whispered a soft "alpha," and breathed a warm laugh brushing against your lips as his eyes fluttered shut, ready to claim yours.

You felt it before you saw it. The loud crash of the door slamming open, hands seizing your collar and yanking you off the ground with brutal force. Your head slammed into the wall, a vicious crack of pain exploding through your skull. Even through the blinding haze of disorientation and the tears stinging your eyes, one thing stood out—red. Red eyes, blazing with fury and barely-contained rage.

"What the fuck are you doing to him?"

Alright, this one’s finally done! Did you like it? I hesitated for a while about ending the chapter with “You felt it before you saw it.” Like, setting up people to expect smut in the next chapter, then plot twist: “I lied, put your clothes back on, someone’s trying to beat your ass.”

But I feel like, since I’m still at the beginning of my fic, I shouldn’t do that. I need to make y’all want to come back, so I figured not revealing who the angry person was at the end would be better (especially since I haven’t even started working on the next chapter yet).

Have you noticed? I always try to end the chapter with a little cliffhanger, so y’all get curious about what might happen next. Also, I was considering changing the reader to gn!reader so it would be more inclusive but I wasn’t sure about it.

For those who asked me to tag them, tell me if this works. I have never created a tag list before so I am not sure.

This is a long ass note, way too long. None is reading all of that 😭

As always, I am open to criticism.

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

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sabbathbloodysabbeth · 5 months ago

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Alternate universe where Eddie Munson makes it to top gun. It’s been his dream ever since he’s heard stories from his uncle, who was in top gun many years ago. He knows how the planes run as Wayne had a hobby of repairing them, which slowly turns into his main job when he brought Eddie in. Eddie is charismatic but he also takes the job very seriously, respects everyone there. Well almost everyone there. Except fellow Alpha Steve Harrington who seems to be out of place. Sticks out like a sore thumb.

Steve Harrington has also worked his ass off to be in top gun, but unlike Eddie he’s not really as interested in the program. He was only there because his father forced him to. He isn’t obvious with his displeasure there but somehow Eddie picks it up. It’s like he knows how Steve feels about things before Steve does. But what Eddie doesn’t know is that he isn’t really an alpha. He just happens to be a more muscular omega who’s forced to take scent changers to stay in the navy.

As the team dives more into training, people are forced to alternate in the copilot seats. To help build team trust. Eddie’s first partner is Nancy. She bosses him around the entire time and he hates every god damn second of it. But they push through but are quickly denied together. Steve’s first partner is Robin and it goes incredibly well. Except for the fact that somehow the two of them, even with their professional skills, tended to be more clumsy together. They are quickly rejected.

As each partner goes by the more annoyed Eddie gets. Then finally, it was his and Steve’s turn to be copilots. Now Steve has been forced to be the pilot every single time for the last couple of groups, and for once he’s quick to take the back. Eddie’s shocked. He figured the other would want to be in control. Instead of reading into that or the odd behavior of the other Alpha they head up in the air and everything goes fucking great.

Steve and Eddie are synced up the entire time. Steve catches every thing that comes at them and Eddie flies smoothly. They are quick to be partnered. Even though Eddie begs them not to.

Eddie and Steve are constantly bickering outside the plane. But the second they are inside it’s like something snaps and they are one. Neither of them can explain it.

It’s when they are on what’s supposed to be their easiest mission that they both realize something’s wrong. Something happens and their plane is taking a nose dive. Both of them eject safely but when they land Steve ends up landing wrong and is very injured. Without his medication and how distressed he is Eddie is quick to discover he is an omega. With this Eddie grows more angry, upset that Steve didn’t tell him as they were copilots. Eddie needed to know everything, especially something huge like this.

Without thinking Eddie ends up nose deep in the others scent gland and he’s setting Steve’s dislocated leg back in place. He doesn’t mention how pissed he is to the other, finding the situation not fit for that conversation.

Their scents mix together and they keep bickering. But no heat behind their voices as they wait for help. Steve is wrapped in Eddie’s coat, bundled up and in between Eddie’s lap.

Time skip to hours later and they are still yet to be found and both are captured by the enemy. They are forced to be in separate cells and both of them are extremely mistreated. It’s not until months later when they are finally free that they see each other again.

Both of them still bicker around everyone else, but alone they are connected to the hip. Gently taking care of each other and getting their omega and alpha to recover. There is still slight bitterness from Eddie, and he makes it known when they finally fuck around for the first time. He forces Steve to make a nest, even though the navy doesn’t allow it and takes care of Steve gently but is still bickering with Steve the entire time.

They keep their relationship secretive along with Steve’s secondary gender. Even though Eddie nearly blows their cover every time another alpha gives Steve shit.

It takes a while but when they are finally honorably discharged from the navy they both end up in Wayne’s home. Eddie helping Wayne with fixing planes while Steve, who’s now finally able to mentally heal from hiding his secondary gender for so long, stays home. They finally process what they have is a relationship after Steve pretty much begs for Eddie’s pups one night. And they don’t decide to mate until after they spend Steve’s first heat together.

Soon, they’ll have their own pup running around. With a fake top gun uniform on as they follow Wayne to work. Both Wayne and the pup are ridiculously close. More close than the pup is to Eddie and Steve, and they are absolutely fine with this.

Eddie soon realizes, as he holds his second born that maybe being in top gun hadn’t been entirely his dream. Maybe having a family was.

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xoxosimp · 6 months ago

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Right Person, Wrong Time

POV: You break playboy!Bucky’s heart

Pairing: Bi!Bucky Barnes x Bestfriend!Reader

Part two: Perfect Timing

Warnings: angst, not beta’d, mediocre writing

A/N: This is heavily inspired by this sound on tik tok and one of my favorite scenes in a Disney channel show I used to watch LOL.

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If there is something about life, you like things to be simple.

You flourished when you had a consistent and simple routine. Where others feel bored with things being the same everyday, mundaneness gives you a certain type of peace you never wanted to give up.

Bucky Barnes was a part of your routine. Every day after work, you and Bucky would run at the park. Sometimes it was one mile, other days it was five.

Your workout routine with Bucky was never stale. Warm up, run, (Bucky insists that he always runs behind you for whatever protective reason he has. And looking at your ass is a great motivator, not that you know the latter). Then you would have dinner together, either one of you would cook or you would go out to eat.

The sound of you and Bucky’s steps echoed against the pavement. Sweat clouded your vision and your lungs were begging for a respite but you were halfway to your checkpoint point. You picked up the pace, challenging him to keep up from behind.

Bucky caught up to you and gestured to your foot, “ Your shoe is untied, angel,” he panted out.

You furrowed your eyebrows and glanced at your feet, breaking your stride. “ Well, I guess we can take a break now,” Bucky said as he came to a stop.

You smiled, “ You freaking liar!”

Bucky holds up his hands as if he was innocent. “ Don’t hate me just because you stopped, beautiful.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned against the rails of a bridge you so conveniently stopped at.

“ What do you wanna do for dinner?”, you asked Bucky, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

“Anything you want, I want, angel.”

You asked him everytime and every time he gave the same response. He always wants what you want. “ Then let’s get Peruvian food, I could kill for lomo right now.”

Bucky chuckled to himself, like he had something to say. “ Do you not want lomo, Buck?”

“ That’s fine, angel, just..” he trailed off. “ At least this dinner won’t have a side of tension.”

Bucky alluded to a dinner you had with your other friend Steve Rogers, and his significant other, Lililian. Steve isn't the one to argue in public, but his girlfriend kept picking fights. You and Bucky would attempt to dissolve the tense atmosphere, but it always seemed to thicken again.

“ Yeah, I couldn't imagine going through all the drama they’re going through. Steve looked like he wanted to explode,” you recalled.

He nodded his head. “ I think Steve needs someone less…in your face, you know?”

“Elaborate.”

“ Steve has a … strong personality, angel. He needs someone to soothe rather than excite.”

“So what, he needs someone to tame his inner alpha?,” you quipped.

Bucky chuckled and looked at you. After a pause, he said, " You know, we wouldn't be like that.”

You raisd an eyebrow, standing up straight, “ Like what?”

“ Complicated. If we were together, it would just be me and you, plus together.”

Your stomach fluttered. The notion of dating Bucky wasn't completely foreign to you. Bucky was an attractive person, inside and out. It was something about the way he looks at someone, the way he looked at you, that you knew you could trust him with the darkest parts of yourself. His huge fucking arms were always open if you needed a hug, and his beautiful blue eyes were always on you.

But if Bucky Barnes was anything, he was a player. He knew how to play a woman ( or man) like a finely tuned instrument, and make them melt into his hands.

Bucky Barnes didn’t date. Bucky Barnes didn’t settle down. He thrived in spontaneity.

You shook your head, “ We’re friends, Jamie.”

“ But I want more. I want more of you, angel. You’re the first person on my mind when I wake up, and the last thing before I go to bed. I can’t go a day without you. Would it really be that much of a difference if we were together?”

He spoke with so much conviction that you almost trusted him.

“ Bucky , ever since I met you, you’ve always been a player,” you explained. “ We have the perfect relationship and I don't wanna lose you just because you wanna try something new.”

You could have slapped him and Bucky still wouldn't have looked so shocked. His expression makes your heart drop into your stomach.

“ What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he countered.

“ You get bored easily,” you crossed your arms. “ If we started dating you would get bored of me, then we would break up and our relationship would never be the same.”

“ We’re friends, Bucky,” you reiterated. “ You can have as many boyfriends and girlfriends you want, and we can still be best friends.”

Usually you could tell what mood Bucky was in. He had a “ I’m Hangry” glare and a “ I’m tired of this bullshit “ glare. You couldn't make out what he was feeling.

“ I don't feel like Peruvian food today,” he uttered “ Let me walk you to your car.”

“Are we good, Jamie?”

“ We’re good, (Y/N).

He didn't call you angel, or beautiful, or any of the other pet names he would call you. Bucky didn't give you a kiss on the cheek and tell you to drive safe once you got in your car. The feeling of hurting him weighed heavy on your chest, but the relief of speaking your truth was liberating.

Maybe you made a mistake, telling Bucky you didn't trust him with your heart.

No, it’s for the better.

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #best friend! Bucky Barnes #Bi!Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes oneshot

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possessmedude · 11 months ago

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Venom Muscle Possession - Part 1

Ryan was a hot young jock, but he wanted to make more progress on his body. He has been working out every day for over a year and can’t seem to make his muscles bigger. They were a good size, but he wanted them much bigger. He was getting undressed in the locker room when the Venom symbiote noticed him. Venom needed a new host and could sense the eagerness in Ryan. After observing Ryan’s tight body, Venom knew he would be a great new body for him.

Ryan had finished undressing and looked around to the empty locker room. He heard something behind him and he turned to see Venom manifesting into his humanoid form. His jaw dropped as he saw the large, muscular symbiote standing before him. Venom stuck his long tongue out of his mouth and into Ryan’s, going deep into his body. The feeling was euphoric and Ryan clinched his body and muscles. Venom’s tongue snapped back into his own mouth and he smiled. Ryan stumbled and looked back at Venom while admiring his huge muscles. He could feel a connection between his body and Venom’s, a yearning to be one.

“What do you want?” Ryan asked. Venom smiled saying “I need a new host to be my body and you’re the perfect vessel to host me.” “So you want to take over my body?” Venom licked his lips and said “Basically, yes. But it would be my body now.” “Why would I let you do that?” Ryan asked. Venom stepped closer to Ryan, grabbing his hands and putting them above his head and pinning him to the lockers. Venom put his head into Ryan’s pits and inhaled, breathing in his manly twink scent. “I see how you look at the other men in this gym with jealousy over their muscular bodies, and their big cocks. Let me inside you and you’ll be the alpha male, you’ll have all my muscles, and a huge dick.”

Ryan couldn’t believe it, but he looked at Venom with such admiration - he wanted every drop of him inside him. Ryan said “Do it, take my body” and then threw himself at Venom. Venom embraced Ryan’s body and started unraveling and wrapping himself around Ryan’s tight, muscular body.

Ryan felt Venom slithering over his body like a second layer of skin. It felt absolutely amazing, he reveled in bliss as Venom slithered his way up his torso, tightening around his biceps, then spreading to cover his cock and balls, all while caressing them while he spread. Ryan was so excited and loved the feeling Venom gave his body, he couldn’t wait. “Yes Venom, fucking take my body. Give me all of you - I want it all!” Ryan yelled.

Ryan’s body jerked backwards into the locker, with his hands above his head. He wasn’t in control of the parts of his body Venom has spread to. He involuntarily flexed his biceps then felt up his muscles which Venom was making even bigger. The symbiote was spreading up his neck and Ryan began smiling at the thought of another man controlling his body. “Come get me man!” Ryan yelled as Venom’s head hovered in front of Ryan’s face. Venom then shoved his head into Ryan’s face and his classic Venom face formed over Ryan’s.

“Fuck, you feel great Ryan, thanks for the body” Venom said while cracking his new neck. “This is only the first part to make sure you feel good, now comes the good part.” Venom started to turn into goo again and started flowing from all parts of Ryan’s body into his open mouth. With Venom still in control and Ryan in the backseat, Ryan’s body was chugging the symbiote down, even pushing as much as he could into his mouth. Ryan still felt everything and loved the sensation of the cool symbiote sliding down his throat and filling out his big, buff body.

He felt Venom sliding into his leg making them huge, filling his abs with chiseled definition, pumping up his big pecs, and sliding into his arms and making his biceps and triceps enormous.

Then Venom slid into his cock and caused it to grow to a full 13”, followed by pumping into his balls, making them huge and fall with a thud. Ryan’s body groaned and stretched as the remaining drops of the symbiote entered his body.

Ryan’s new incredibly buff body relaxed as Venom settled into his new host. He grabbed his jockstrap and took a deep whiff. “Fuck, you smell like such a man. Well…I smell like such a man.” Ryan smirked. Lifting his hairy armpit to his nose, he took a deep whiff and smiled, with his cock getting erect at the manly smell. Venom’s long tongue came out of Ryan’s mouth and licked his pit and biceps. “Delish” Ryan said, while flexing in the mirror.

Ryan decided to go lift weights in the gym to further bond the symbiote and human body by tearing and rebuilding their muscles together.

Ryan walked out onto the gym floor with manly cockiness. All the guys in the gym stared at him in shock and awe of how quickly he bulked up so much.

A jock named Brock, who used to be bigger than Ryan, approached Ryan in the locker room. “Hey man, what’s gotten into you? What’s your secret?” he asked. “A big boost, want some of it?” Brock responded with a “fuck yeah!” Ryan smirked and said “Open wide”. Brock, confused, did as instructed and opened his mouth wide open.

Ryan grabbed him and started shoving his tongue down Brock’s throat. Brock was confused and his initial instinct was to push Ryan off of him. But he continued to embrace Ryan, and then he felt something entering his mouth. He began to panic but Ryan had him locked in place. Brock felt a second symbiote slithering down his throat and beginning to fill out his body. It spoke to him in his head “You are my new body now. Accept me, let me in. We will be one. We will be as big as Ryan. You want this, you want to have his strength.” Brock was resistant but then started flexing and feeling the strength filling his body. “We will be huge together. Our body will be a beast among men. All men will crave your body, our body.” Brock’s cock started to grow at the arousal. Brock accepted the symbiote and chugged it deeper into his throat.

Ryan released his lips from Brock as the last of the symbiote spawn slithered down Brock’s throat. Brock’s body squirmed around while the new symbiote got adjusted in his body. Ryan watched his symbiote spawn take over Brock’s muscular body limb by limb and enjoyed every second of it. Brock’s body had grown in size and mass similar to how Ryan’s did. The last of the symbiote traveled up Brock’s throat ready to reach his brain and take complete control of his body. Brock was smiling as he felt the symbiote traveling to his head. “Fuck yeah man!!! I’m fucking huge! Give it to me!!” he yelled. Brock’s eyes rolled back into his head and he stumbled backward. A smirk slowly grew across Brock’s face as the symbiote was now in full control. Brock started flexing his muscles and feeling his body, rubbing his cock and balls. “How does it feel?” Ryan asked. Brock said “Amazing” as he continued to flex his huge biceps.

Ryan stepped toward Brock and began feeling his symbiote bonded body. The two began to make out, diving their abnormally long symbiotic tongues into each other’s mouths. Ryan took a deep whiff of Brock’s pits and licked them with his long tongue. Brock shivered in ecstasy at the feeling. Ryan slapped Brock’s naked ass and said “Come on, we have lots to do”.

To be continued…

#male transformation #gaymalepossession #male tf #gay tf #goopossession #malepossession #male body possession #malebodypossession #venompossession #venomsymbiote #venom #symbiotepossession #symbiote

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caligvlasaqvarivm · 10 months ago

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CLASSES - a comprehensive guide

The first thing that needs to be said is that there is no such thing as a "bad" class. All of them have the potential to be a great detriment OR great boon to the rest of the team, depending on how far along the journey of self-actualization a party member is. Some may have steeper challenges, but this corresponds with greater rewards.

The second thing that needs to be said is that all players are part of a team, and all personal journeys and playstyles are interlinked. No class is truly "solo." Even the smallest viable session is still two people, and even the most suitable classes for solo play are stronger when they're in a party.

The last thing that needs to be said is that the game wants you to succeed. The game, inherently, wants every player to reach godhood, wants every player to self-actualize, wants every player to win. It respects free will and free choice, so it will allow for failures (and, indeed, doomed timelines are vital to the alpha one existing), but Skaia is ultimately optimistic, and tries at every turn to ensure that a golden ending is possible.

Because, after all, SBURB/SGRUB - and Homestuck itself - are about children growing up, maturing, and learning compassion for each other. About fixing their flaws and rejecting the negative aspects of the society they came from. It's about how it is our duty, our responsibility, to become kind, mature people who care about one another, because we will one day be responsible for creating a new society.

And so, without further ado:

ACTIVE (-) Classes and PASSIVE (+) Classes are described with the dichotomy of "powers working for the self" vs. "powers working for others," but I believe this to be an oversimplification of what the active and passive split is. Both active AND passive classes benefit from being in a party; however, an active class will gain fewer party benefits in exchange for being more suited for solo play, while a passive class will be less suited for solo play, but confer much greater benefits to party play.

This is reflected in their personal quests: while active classes and passive classes will both require intervention, empathy, and guidance from their teammates, the struggle of an active class is usually one of grappling with internal flaws, and the struggle of a passive class is one of grappling with interpersonal or societal relations. In other words, the personal quest of an active player will usually involve getting therapized, while the personal quest of a passive player will usually involve addressing a systemic societal issue. Often, both will be required, but whether a class is active or passive will indicate an area of focus.

KNIGHT - / MAID +

PARTY MANAGEMENT

one who wields [aspect] or leads with [aspect] / one who distributes [aspect] or manages with [aspect]

KNIGHTS (-) are a very flexible and versatile class; "wielding" their aspect does not necessarily mean they are skilled at DPS. It actually indicates the way a knight interacts with their aspect, a very straightforward relationship of tradesperson and tool, or soldier and weapon. Similarly, while a knight does not always take up the "leader" position in the party, they will be the "spearhead," a point behind which the other players rally, a beating heart keeping the party together.

This straightforward relationship between a knight and their aspect leads to knights finding little difficulty mastering their aspect once they've begun. Many knights are, in fact, instinctively drawn toward utilizing their aspect, in the same way that they are naturally drawn toward roles of importance or heroism.

Knights often struggle with their perceived place in society, as well as with their innate sense of self and self-worth, seeing themselves as outcasts, resenting the responsibility placed on their shoulders, and fearing vulnerability. Unaddressed, these issues will lead to knights who actively become a detriment to party success. For example, they can dismiss valid concerns, shirk their duties, and in the worst case scenario, actively lead the party down the wrong path, invoking their natural ability to lead for ill.

Therefore, a knight's journey is one of accepting themselves and accepting their duty to better the world. It is about coming to terms with their own insecurities and learning to rely on others. It is about learning to take responsibility, and accepting the banner of a just and glorious cause.

A fully realized knight will be the center of every charge, the guiding star behind which the other players rally. They can provide clarity and guidance to those still on their journeys, and peace and comfort to those who are struggling or in pain. Where the knight goes, the party will follow, as a unified and united front.

MAIDS (+), meanwhile, tend to be on the backlines. If the knight is the forward march, then the maid is the supply line, an incredibly vital role whose absence is disastrous, even if its presence is nearly invisible. Maids have a nearly infinite well of their aspect to distribute, and are uniquely talented at managerial duties - keeping players on task, patching up the holes in a plan, sourcing and supplying resources, so on and so forth.

This is not to say that maids are relegated to support roles - a maid is usually capable of holding their own in combat just fine, especially if they've been endowed with a more combat-suited aspect. Both knights and maids are extremely versatile. That being said, maids truly shine when they're able to take on these backline roles, and many maids are more noticeable by the devastating effects of their absence rather than the invisible touch of their presence.

However, they are the class that most often starts in subservient conditions - low status, strict duties enforced upon them, so on - and their personal journey is a constant struggle against the control of others. Maids whose parties fail to grapple with and undo these shackling forces will find their maids succumbing to the influence or control of malicious entities; in the worst-case scenario, a maid can become an actively hostile enemy or saboteur, invisibly pulling the party's strings and setting them up for failure.

Therefore, a maid's journey is about rejecting societal oppression and throwing off the chains that bind them. A successful maid rises to become the head of the household - nothing occurs within the game that does not first pass the maid's inspection, and their touch ensures that there is a place for everything, and everything is in its place.

A free maid, who belongs to themselves, incomparably increases a party's efficiency. Every communication line is clear, every distribution route is clean, every mystery is solvable, and every plan is airtight. A maid guarantees that nothing can ever go too wrong.

PAGE - / HEIR +

TEAM BONDING

one who must earn [aspect] or inherits the mantle of [aspect] / one who is beloved by [aspect] or awakens to [aspect]

PAGES (-) start the game with the fewest benefits from their aspects, but the greatest potential for growth. Theirs is a constant battle with the self; they are often cowardly and naive. They possess sensitive souls, and while it is incredibly easy to hurt a page, it's much more difficult to build them up. Because of the difficulty of raising this class, it's practically defined by its journey - a constant struggle against the self - rather than its destination, and the powers the class confers.

Pages, like heirs, are classes of inheritance. A page is promoted by trials and tribulations and comes to inherit a greater power than they begin with; in the same way, the class will one day come to embody its aspect, although the road will always be turbulent and long. Moreover, it is a journey without end; pages, being as sensitive as they are, are the most prone to backwards progress, even after reaching their peak.

They prone to staying weak throughout the entire game, never self-actualizing past being the party joke. They attract the obsession and ridicule of stronger-willed players, and their mistreatment can become extremely divisive. A page can easily become a party's albatross, the epicenter of massive interpersonal conflicts, which can tank an entire session.

Therefore, a page's journey is one of the most difficult of all - that of teaching others how to care about other people. Pages rely on great patience, kindness, and understanding. Their sensitive souls must be carefully nurtured and propagated with love and attention. In the same way that a page can tear a team apart, they can bring a team together, all in the name of compassion and empathy. A fully-realized page is the symbol of a party that has linked hands with one another.

Self-actualized pages, as a result of the difficulty inherent to the class, are incredibly powerful and versatile when fully realized. Inheriting the mantle of their aspect, they become pure embodiments of their aspect, capable of achieving impossible feats of raw, unfiltered power, and inspiring all those who gaze upon them.

HEIRS (+) begin the game very strong, but have a difficult time becoming stronger. This is because their usage of their aspect is very instinctual to them, even at times being entirely beyond their control, hence, "beloved by" in the class description. However, because of how naturally their aspect comes to them, it makes taking further command of their powers difficult.

An heir "awakens to" their aspect because their natural, intuitive control often renders them too comfortable to grasp the greater implications of their class. As an inheritance class, heirs can come to embody their aspect, transforming entirely into it. Their challenge lies in breaking out of their comfortable shell and learning how to utilize their powers in more active, intentional ways.

This is reflected in their personal quests. They are often set to inherit great privilege or wealth prior to entering the game, and are thus naive to the realities of the suffering and pain of others. Without a supportive party willing to challenge their views, heirs can perpetuate that pain by submitting to their place in the world, becoming a divisive force within the party, or, in the worst case, losing themselves to their inheritance, and submitting so wholly to their aspect that they become lost to the rest of the team.

Thus, an heir's journey is to question the stratification of the society they belong to, so that they can recognize and address its flaws. They must learn to interrogate their inheritance, separate it from themselves, and reconcile with it. Theirs is an arc of examination and understanding, descending from their position of privilege and peace to learn about the suffering of others, and deciding that they wish to do something about it.

With full command over their aspect, and a clear vision for how it ought to be distributed, the party gains a new and powerful ally - the aspect itself, which will come to embrace the entire party as family. A fully-realized heir connects the privileged and underprivileged, spreading their inheritance to all.

MAGE - / SEER +

GUIDANCE

one who invokes [aspect] or is drawn to [aspect] / one who comprehends [aspect] or is guided by [aspect]

MAGES (-) are a class of prophets, although saying they "see the future" is misleading. Rather, mages "invoke" the future, collapsing causality to align to their desires. Most mages remain unaware that they are doing so until well into their journey. While all players weigh on the scale of causality, affecting both past and future events, and which sequence of events is the "alpha" sequence, mages have the most direct effect.

Because of this ability to invoke future events, mages possess powerful buffing/debuffing abilities. Furthermore, as one of the two knowledge classes, a mage usually has a very deep understanding of their aspect, and an intuitive knowledge of how the flow of time and causality function. They are "drawn to" their aspects in this way, instinctively searching out points where their influence can affect the flow of events.

However, with great power comes great cost; the mage class is usually assigned to those who are stricken by tragedies and prone to negativity and self-loathing. Mages often begin the game as a detriment to the party, "prophesying" future events that leave the party - including themselves - at a disadvantage. In the worst case scenario, a mage can invoke certain doom for their party or themselves.

Therefore, it is vital that a mage address their tragedies and be given a chance to heal and grow. The ones most struck by tragedy, theirs is a journey of reclaiming lost joy and rediscovering lost hope. However, the transformation is powerful once completed - as the one who suffers tragedy and loss most intimately, a mage can also come to be one of the most empathetic and compassionate members of the team.

If a mage is uplifted, and capable of believing in a kinder and gentler world, then their ability to invoke the future - and the aspects of their aspect that they are drawn to - become kinder, as well. Pain and suffering still have their place, but the ending will be a happy one. With a fully empowered mage, the future will always be better than what came before.

SEERS (+) see multiple branching paths. A mage determines where a road will be built, but a seer tells you where a road CAN be built. They are also often gifted with knowledge of the game and its mechanics, and are especially uniquely gifted with understanding of their own abilities. In this way, they "comprehend" their aspect.

Seers themselves are not particularly gifted in combat through their classpect alone; however, in exchange, they often play a vital role in steering the party. They are the game's built-in guides, with an intuitive knowledge of the game's victory conditions, as well as an instinctive desire to lead others along their paths. Seers are, therefore, one of the most important classes in the game, when one is present.

However, the ability to see is a burden as well as a gift. Seers find themselves paralyzed by choice, and often doubt their own abilities to choose "correctly." They are prone to becoming mired in what-ifs, and struggle with political or ethical debates with no clear answers. In the worst-case scenario, a seer may feel so cursed by their sight that they self-destruct, and deliberately choose poor or incomprehensible answers, in an attempt to free themselves of their sight.

Thus, a seer's quest is, ironically, to see the world beyond the purview of their aspect. They must come to have a more comprehensive understanding of the world they live in, and what purpose they are trying to achieve, so that they can feel confident in the choices they make. A seer is often blind - their journey, therefore, is that of regaining their vision, by connecting with the world outside their inner sight.

A seer with a clear vision for the future will always know exactly which path to choose. A party with such a seer in it will never be stuck and never be lost. If there exists a path to self-actualization, the seer will know it. And if there exists a path to a breathless and perfect victory, a fully-realized seer will light the way.

THIEF - / ROGUE +

UTILITY

one who steals [aspect] from others or steals with [aspect] / one who steals [aspect] for others or steals from [aspect]

THIEVES (-) are a very difficult class to play. They start out with almost no passive abilities regarding their aspect, and their ability to actively use their aspect is contingent on their ability to first "steal" it from someone else. Thus, they are always playing a game of resource management, and there is always a chance for them to be left helpless after a heist gone wrong.

However, their gimmicky nature allows them to overtake other classes even in that class's specialty, if they can set up the exact right circumstances and manage their resources well. This makes them incredibly versatile, especially when a thief is working together with a party, and thus able to count their party among their potential resources. It takes great cunning to play the thief class well.

However, this also makes the thief a potentially dangerous element to the rest of the party. Thieves are often egotistical and self-serving, willing to see enemies and allies alike as resources and tools. Unaddressed, their reckless, selfish natures will earn their teammates' distrust and enmity. In the worst case scenario, a thief running rampant can severely harm the party, or earn so much ire that the party turns against them.

Thus, their journey is that of realizing that their selfishness and ego are flaws - the classic parable of "money doesn't bring happiness." Beneath their uncaring surface lurks genuine emotional distress; a thief must come to realize that their greed and selfishness is an active detriment not only to the people around them, but their own selves. Only then can they heal from their injured souls.

A thief that has undertaken this journey is one who has realized that they are stronger when they are working with others. Their versatility, creativity, and cunning are incredible assets once harnessed toward the will of the party. No situation will ever be inescapable, no safe uncrackable, and no problem unsolvable - not if the thief has anything to say about it.

ROGUES (+) are similarly difficult to play. Unlike the thieves, rogues do see passive benefits from their aspects. However, their active abilities are much less straightforward, and rogues often struggle with understanding them. A rogue's role is to redistribute wealth - thus, "stealing for the sake of others."

A rogue, being able to steal directly from their aspect, truly shines when given enough time to prepare. If a thief must fly by the seat of their pants, then a rogue is a heist planner - they have an infinite box of tools to pull from, if only they know what tools they'll need for the job. This makes them incomparably versatile, even if not necessarily in the heat of combat.

Rogues take on the mantle of challenging the status quo. They usually begin the game already in opposition to their society, seeking out better alternatives and considering unorthodox options. However, not every party is ready for a rogue's radical ideology, and not every rogue has considered the full consequences of their belief in change; in the worst case scenario, the rogue can become outcasted and disregarded, or cause an upheaval that proves disastrous, rioting for the sake of rioting.

It often requires the help of others for a rogue to understand how to use their powers. In the same way, it requires the party's honest communication and exchange of ideas to help a rogue grasp exactly what form their rebellion ought to take. A rogue knows instinctively that something must change; their journey is learning how they ought to go about it.

Once they do, a rogue - given enough time to prepare and plan - is the ultimate utility player, having the right tool for every possible situation. Their abilities are only magnified in a party setting, as their teammates become variables that unlock new possibilities. A party with a fully-prepped rogue always has a perfect plan, a way to solve any problem that they might face.

WITCH - / SYLPH +

AREA CONTROL

one who manipulates [aspect] or achieves dominion through [aspect] / one who nurtures [aspect] or creates a land of [aspect]

WITCHES (-) carry with them the winds of change. A witch manipulates, changing properties of their aspect and their aspect's effect on others, creating a "territory" over which they rule. They see few passive benefits of their aspects, in exchange for their active abilities being so all-encompassing and overwhelming.

Once their territory has been established, witches make the rules. Their changes can be permanent, temporary, massive, and miniscule. However, a witch "achieves dominion" with their aspect - this means that they must first struggle to create this domain, and it's difficult for their abilities to manifest until they do, often leaving younger witches weak and vulnerable.

Witches have strong feelings for how things should and should not be, but not necessarily grounded ideas for how to implement them, often due to some "outsider" status in society. Unfocused witches become dangerous for the party, as they are easily manipulated; in the worst-case scenario, they can fall in with malicious forces, who can sway a witch's turbulent heart and utilize them as a force for negative change, rather than good.

Thus, a witch's journey is that of interrogating right and wrong. A witch must struggle with morality and ethics, and come to clarify their own beliefs; only then can they know what sort of domain they wish to establish, and what sort of rules they wish to enforce. Once they know their own hearts, they can shake off the insidious whispers of malicious external influence.

As if a reward for their struggles for autonomy and independence, the witch is the one whose will is most imposed on the world that comes after them. Just as an evil witch putrefies the world around them, a fully-realized witch who has decided to use their influence for good can create a near-utopia.

SYLPHS (+) call to mind the images of fey folk who sprout plants where they walk. That is how a sylph "creates a land" of their aspect - merely by existing, the world around them becomes suffused by it. A sylph's mere presence nurtures, grows, and heals their aspect; unlike witches, who manipulate what is already there, sylphs can create something from nothing.

The establishment of their domain comes naturally to them. Those caught within it are on the receiving end of their aspect, whether they want to be or not. In exchange for such powerful passive abilities, a sylph's active abilities are weaker, and usually unsuited for solo combat, generally being of healing, buffing, or debuffing nature.

A sylph is prone to selfishness - to luxuriating within their own land, their own aspect, their own mind. They often have difficulty connecting with others and understanding why their own personal world may not be to the liking of the world outside of themselves. Often, they are aloof. An unrealized sylph can cause great harm to the world around them, their domain choking out and smothering their party; in the worst case, they can mire their party within it, leaving their party unable to proceed.

Thus, it often requires the outside world to breach their safe haven in order for a sylph to grow. They must be made uncomfortable, and then made to accept that uncomfortable things are also important - maybe even more important than comfort, at times. Growth often requires pruning; a sylph's journey is to come to understand that good intentions may lead to harm, and, vice versa, that harm can often lead to true growth.

Sylphs can provide the greatest compassion and emotional comfort within a party, encouraging - if not enabling - their teammates' growth in their personal journeys. Once a sylph understands when it is appropriate to encourage, and when it is appropriate to pull back, there is no refuge safer for the party than the sylph's domain.

PRINCE - / BARD +

OBSTACLE REMOVAL

one who destroys [aspect] or destroys with [aspect] / one who allows the destruction of [aspect] or allows destruction through [aspect]

PRINCES (-) possess the ability to annihilate, a destructive class not limited to physical or tangible objects. Princes also enjoy auxiliary benefits as befits their royal titles - many princes start the game with great talents, great status and wealth, or both. They are also endowed with royal presence; their very existence provokes strong emotions from those around them, for good or for ill.

One of the more straightforward classes in the game, a prince's ability to destroy most commonly manifests as DPS. However, their abilities encompass a greater scope than mere damage - the prince's ability to annihilate figurative or metaphysical concepts makes them capable of directly removing any obstacles that stand in their way. As if hungry to consume their aspect, they are naturally drawn towards where it congregates.

However, with great power comes great responsibility: princes are often the most psychologically maligned within the party, and their destructive talents can very easily become self-destructive instead. Usually the result of societal pressure, trauma, and suffering, a prince is prone to embodying the lack of their aspect, rather than its presence. In the worst-case scenario, a prince spreads this misfortune to the rest of their party, destroying the presence of their aspect from their session altogether, often taking themselves along with it.

A prince must be shown compassion. Though they are often viscerally unpleasant to engage with, turning a blind eye to foolishness, loneliness, and suffering - which a prince embodies - is one of the worst things that a party can do. Though the effort at times seems undeserved, to heal a prince requires a staunch belief that there is good to be gained if we are kind to each other. This kindness will be returned; once you are counted among a prince's "people," they will do anything to keep harm from befalling you.

A prince, once shown this grace, is incomparably powerful. To destroy their aspect or with their aspect is the ability to destroy nearly anything, including concepts such as despair, death, and doom. As if proclaiming a royal decree, a fully-realized prince can banish misfortune and ill tidings altogether, leaving nothing standing in the party's way.

BARDS (+) are a wildcard of a class, often responsible for a party's improbable victory, abject defeat, or both. Their abilities are not very well-understood, even by the bard themselves, and they often utilize both passive and active abilities intuitively, unaware that they are doing so. The morale of the party is deeply tied to the bard's own, and it's unclear which side is cause and which is effect.

The ability to allow the destruction of their aspect, or invite it through their aspect, is actually something of a debuff rather than DPS - the bard's ability is to break unbreakable shields, tear down unclimbable walls, and nullify unstoppable forces. Rather than dealing damage themselves, they allow for damage to be dealt that would otherwise have no effect - in other words, by nature, they make the impossible possible. This is the true source of their ability to evoke "miraculous" situations.

Bards are inextricably tied to society - after all, their tales only hold as much value as their relevance to the audience. This means those with the bard class are invariably molded by the worst aspects of the society they come from. They serve as living embodiments of the most unpleasant aspects of society, and living reminders that leaving these elements to fester only means they will multiply in severity. If these beliefs are allowed to go unexamined, bards will always steer a party towards ruin.

Therefore, a party must engage with the bard earnestly, compassionately, and openly, and help them see the errors of the past. A bard must be led, with gentle guidance and genuine openness, to discard their harmful beliefs, and sing a new, more beautiful tune.

A bard that has been brought back into the fold is a worker of miracles. When every other possible option has been exhausted - the knight and maid in disarray, the page and heir unable to keep the party together, the mage and seer blinded, the thief and rogue out of action, the witch and sylph with their territory lost, the prince no longer able to function - this is where a bard will step in, transmuting abject defeat into a perfect and breathless victory.

#homestuck #classpect #classpects #just my own opinions obviously #feel free to disagree #this is also more meant to examine the actual text of homestuck or serve as a reference for fanworks #i dont actually vibe that much with classpecting actual real people #because unlike fictional characters we contain multitudes #still i cant STOP you if thats what you want to do hahahah

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