#alpha!henry cavill x reader

[loganbcrnes]

Bound by Instinct

The storm had barely passed, but the air was still thick with the smell of smoke and blood. The sound of clashing swords and the shrill cries of villagers echoed through the once-peaceful village, now under the wrath of a berserker raid.

Wolfbear Syverson, his tall, muscular frame with his hair splattered on his chest, cloaked in the shadows of a bloodied sky, moved like a predator among his pack. His eyes, feral and wild, scanned the chaos around him, the primal instinct to conquer and claim driving him forward. His pack of berserkers, fierce and untamed, followed him like wolves in the hunt. They tore through the village with the speed and brutality of a storm, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

But Sy’s eyes were sharp, his senses keen, and amidst the war cries, there was another sound—a distinct cry, one that didn’t belong to any villager, but to someone in torment. His head snapped toward the source, and the scent hit him almost immediately—the sharp tang of fear, pain, and desperation. It was the unmistakable stench of tortured slaves.

His jaw clenched as he followed the scent, his pace quickening. The villagers hadn’t hidden you away for protection; they had imprisoned you and the others for their own cruel amusement. From within the cage, you and the rest of the slaves bore the marks of their brutality—bruises, open wounds, broken spirits. Some were too weak to lift their heads, while others whimpered as fresh blows rained down upon them.

Syverson’s pack fanned out, cutting down anyone who dared stand in their way. He reached the site where you were held, his hands curling into fists as he took in the sight of you—filthy, bruised, shaking from exhaustion. Rage burned deep in his gut.

Without a word, he surged forward, his large hands gripping the iron bars and ripping them apart with a strength that seemed impossible. The metal screeched in protest as the door was torn from its hinges and flung to the ground.

The villagers around the cage faltered, confused at first, but they soon realized their mistake. They drew their weapons, but it was too late—Sy’s fury had already been unleashed.

With a savage roar, he cut them down without hesitation, his blade slicing through flesh like it was nothing. His berserkers followed, their war cries shaking the earth as they tore through the remaining enemies. The battle was over in moments, bodies left strewn across the blood-soaked ground.

You barely had the strength to move, your body trembling from hunger and exhaustion. The other slaves bolted the moment they had the chance, but you remained frozen in place, unable to process what had just happened.

Then his gaze landed on you.

It was like being caught in the sights of a predator—one with burning blue eyes, a towering frame, and the air of something untamed. The moment his eyes met yours, you knew that whatever had driven him to slaughter the villagers wasn’t just bloodlust. It was something else. Something primal.

“Come,” he growled, his voice low and guttural.

It wasn’t a request.

You hesitated, but before you could fully register what was happening, his large hand shot out and gripped your arm, hauling you to your feet. His grip was firm, almost searing against your skin, but not cruel. Your legs nearly gave out beneath you, but he didn’t let you fall.

He turned and pulled you along, his long strides making it difficult to keep up. The rest of his pack continued their destruction, razing the village to the ground, but Syverson was already leaving, his focus entirely on you.

The dense forest loomed ahead, dark and quiet in contrast to the fiery wreckage behind you. You didn’t know where he was taking you, didn’t know if this was another form of captivity, but your body was too weak to resist.

After what felt like hours of walking, you arrived at the entrance of a cave, carved into the side of a rocky hill. Inside, the scent of damp earth and animal pelts filled the air. A fire burned low in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls.

Syverson released your arm, but you didn’t dare move. You watched as he removed the heavy fur cloak from his shoulders, his sharp gaze never leaving you. His expression was unreadable—wild, intense, something between curiosity and possession.

Then, after a long moment, he grunted and nodded toward the furs piled near the fire.

“Rest.”

It was the only word he spoke, rough and unpolished.

You hesitated, still trying to understand what was happening. He had slaughtered the ones who tortured you. He had taken you from that hell and brought you here. But why?

Your body ached with exhaustion, your mind spinning with confusion. Yet, as you stood there beneath the weight of his stare, you realized one thing: whatever had happened back in the village, whatever instincts had driven him to take you…

You were his now.

[holyluluslibrary]

Library reblog

Wolfishly

Summary: Omega meets alpha.

Pairing: Alpha!Walter Marshall x Omega!Reader

Warning: a hint of harassment (not Walter), angry Walter, protective Walter, a/b/o, scenting, implied smut, tension, needy reader, size difference

Your eyes are glued to the stranger who stands a few feet away from you. He asks the clerk about a book he’s looking for and you are ready to roll over for him and let him do unspeakable things to you. He’s all you ever wanted in your mate.

Lucious locks. Scuffed beard. Thick muscles fighting his pullover, straining against the fabric. Perfect scent. Pure alpha.

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[bangtanfanfiction]

hopelessly falling  → k. sunwoo (tbz)

Based on this ask.

♢ Pairing: Sunwoo x Idol!female Reader → Idol AU

♢ Word count: 6.8k

♢ Trope: 8th f!member of BTS, strangers-to-lovers, Older!woman x Younger!man

♢ Genre: Fluff, suggestive, angst if you squint ig

⌲ Description: Being the 8th female member of BTS has brought you more trials than you could count. Now being the only one left behind after their enlistments was another obstacle you struggled adjusting to, until you found yourself hopelessly falling for someone completely unexpected. ↳ Warnings: Makeout session, swearing. Sunwoo being a flirty menace but we're loving it.

HOBI: Good luck, Y/N! You’ll crush it like always! JIMIN: You’ll do great! JIN: We’ll be monitoring you :)) YOONGS: Don’t be nervous, you’ll be amazing, kiddo. JOONIE: Y/N fighting! JK: Fighting! TAE: Go, go, go Y/N!

Despite the relentless thumping of your heart, or the cold sweat building up on the surface of your skin - there was no hiding the loving smile pulling at your lips as you scrolled through the messages in the group chat bombarding the notifications without you having to even ask.

Your members knew you well enough at this point after more than ten years together that when you went radio silent on all platforms, it meant you were drowning in your nerves. 

Frankly, how couldn‘t you? You were the last of BTS to release your solo album, and only after all of them had enlisted into the military with you sending them off accompanied by a snotty nose each time. If you could, you probably would have enlisted as well despite being a woman just to not be alone until Seokjin or Hobi were to return. 

Ah…This was hard. You thought, dropping the phone back on the table and looking yourself in the mirror. 

Taking in your elaborate makeup and clothes, hair styled to perfection not a single speck of mascara or blush out of place. You were surrounded by people; your management team and stylists. People who had been with you for more than five years, but the loneliness had never felt more heavy than today.

You thought you had prepared yourself for it. Mentally that is. Your boys had also been exceptionally worried for your mental well-being for when it was time and made sure to give you all sorts of ways to communicate with them. 

The irony was that you actually enjoyed your own space. Being alone at home for days and doing nothing besides your usual workout routine was ideal, truly. 

Until you understood the saying ´You don't know what you have until it's gone.´ 

Clearly not as overly dramatic or depressing as the original meaning. But still, you felt their absence all the same. 

The only comfort you could find from this was Yoongi with his alternative enlistment and still being around for you to find comfort in after his working hours. 

But you hadn’t sought out his presence for a couple of weeks now, being too busy with your prep and wanting to let him get used to his new routine before barging in with your cries of loneliness. 

“Maybe I should get a boyfriend…” You muttered to yourself, catching the delighted attention of your main stylist unnie, Aera, whose eyes widened at those words.

“You want a boyfriend?” She straightened up as if finding a 50 percent off sale on designer goods, making you regret having spoken at all. “Ooo, do you want me to introduce you to someone? I can set up a blind date! You like them like ten years older, don’t you? All alpha male and stuff? I know a couple of men like that.”

Her ranting and frankly too-knowledgeable about your preferences made you heat up in slight exasperation. 

Okay, so what - you tended to gravitate towards buff, white men in their late thirties bordering on forties. Just because you might faint at the sight of Henry Cavill or Chris Evans hardly meant much for your real-life preferences. 

Ask Jimin. You dated him – a brief one year - and he was hardly a carbon copy of Captain America or The Witcher. 

“Unnie, I’ve already told you…”

Aera sighed before mimicking what you hardly believed sounded like yourself. “I know, I know. I’m not looking for anyone, it happens when it happens.”

It wasn’t the first time you’ve had this conversation with her. 

“Besides, why is everyone being so pushy about me finding someone?” You directed this question to the rest of the room, who laughed amongst themselves at the truth of it. 

“Because your last boyfriend was Jimin, and that is honestly sad, darling.” Your manager, Yoo-Mi, piped up from the corner while scrolling through her phone. Probably double checking your upcoming schedules and forward emails to the rest of the staff. She was always working despite you begging her to take it easy sometimes. 

Turning around in your chair, you frowned. “It’s only been three years.” Going into the fourth since your mutual breakup. 

“Exactly, sad.” She didn’t relent, making your shoulders slump, another titter of fond laughter spread through the room. “Listen, Jiminie is great, of course he is. So we don’t blame you for already reaching the top when it comes to standards in men. But when was the last time you had a crush?”

“A crush?” Even the word sounded foreign to you. 

“Henry Cavill does not count.”

“But that’s a crush!” You exclaimed. “I could pull him.”

“That’s not a crush, that’s a fantasy. You haven’t even met the man.”

“Rude…” You mumbled with a pout, though admitting defeat. 

Damn, so everyone thought your dating life was dry and depressing. Great. 

You knew they all meant well, acting like an overbearing family. And in the end, they just wanted you to be happy. 

“Y/N it’s time to head out.”

Standing up you took one last overview in the mirror before typing out a reply to the group chat.

Y/N: I'm off now! Love you!

You had completely forgotten how music shows worked. It had been three years since the group promoted for ‘ON’ in the midst of covid with countless of measurements. You hadn’t stepped foot on a show since, besides supporting your members for their recent promotions. 

It had also been more than a year since you’ve done any performances within Korea, having only just returned from your American solo promotions - so for you, everything felt more awkward than familiar despite your years of experience in the industry. 

You heard the cheers of the crowd just as you walked into the studio where the live recording was going on for another boygroup, the hard-hitting smooth beats making your head nod as you stopped in front of a screen to overlook the stage. 

Staff moved around you, securing a mic-pack before your sparkling microphone with a gradient purple to black found itself in your hand. The fans were screaming and chanting, and you found your attention caught without realizing it. 

You counted ten guys on the screen as they danced fiercely in commendable synchronization looking like one single unit as they moved. 

The Boyz was a familiar group to you, an old memory from an award show where they had asked BTS for a picture with shy grins and you had nearly cooed at their cuteness. Then again when Kingdom: Legendary War had aired you found yourself tuning in to watch every week. 

However, this was the first you’ve seen of the group since then - having been far too busy to keep up with all the groups on the regular, never mind every single song. 

You were enjoying the song currently playing, head nodding to the beat as you watched on. 

Not even you noticed how you had simply frozen at the next chorus, your attention wholly stolen for a mere couple of seconds. 

But it had been enough to change your entire world when the moment was recounted by your team in the future. 

“Hi, hello,

My name is what you want it to

숨겨 왔던

욕망들을 whisper.”

Huh. 

A sneeze suddenly forced itself out of you as you glared at the culprit, Aera smiling pointedly while holding a makeup brush that she had just tickled under your nostrils. 

“What was that for?” You grumbled, the room coming back into your attention. 

“My, my Y/N - is that a blush I see?” She teased as you scoffed, eyes flickering to the stage as the song came to an end. 

“You’re being ridiculous.” You dismissed her swiftly, ignoring the hum she gave and letting her touch up your already flawless makeup.

You were waiting patiently near the stairs, letting your management team take the last checks for your setup as people rushed around on stage to clean up and get it ready for your performance.  

The Boyz were making their way down and were impressively quick to notice you, though you blamed it on your bright white clothes in the darkness. You watched in patient amusement as some of their eyes widened, and even saw a member slapping the one in front of him with a muted gasp. 

You offered them a friendly grin as their flustered bodies caught up and everyone started bowing, their waists nearly snapping in half as you took half a step forward. 

“Please, take it easy.” You laughed lightly. “I loved your performance. The song is amazing.”

The obvious leader stepped forward, again bending at the waist but spoke with a sure and calm voice. “Thank you, Sunbaenim. It’s an honor.” 

The members were quick to follow with various choruses of thank yous, however, some had accepted your words and took it a bit easier with the bowing.  

“We love your album, sunbaenim. It’s been on repeat in the dorm since its release.” He continued to lead the conversation, the group of young men creating a half circle around you. 

“Oh thank you so much!” There was no hint of any pretense in your tone, you were always immensely grateful when people told you they loved your music. 

“You’re the leader, right? What’s your name?” 

“Yes, I am. I’m Sangyeon.”

“Ah right!” Your fingers snapped in excitement. “I remember you, of course. From the MMA’s…was it 2018?”

Some of their eyes widened in surprise to know that you remembered them. You relished in it honestly, always loving to prove people wrong about the public’s assumption of how worldwide fame and recognition had made BTS arrogant and seemingly unapproachable. 

“Y-yes, that’s correct, thank you for remembering us.” 

“I enjoyed watching you on Kingdom.” You admitted, noticing how they were starting to relax around you, smiling more easily and paying attention as if you were the president holding a speech. “You were one of my favorite groups throughout the whole second season.”

Again they started bowing and thanking you, luckily less aggressive than earlier. 

“Y/N-sshi, we are ready for you in five minutes. Please make your way to the stage, thank you.” A voice announced through the speakers as The Boyz started to bow again and ushered away as you offered brief goodbyes. 

But then you made the mistake of looking up, finding yourself locked in a trance of soft, plump lips, thick eyebrows, puppy dog eyes, and a slim angular face - your throat felt parched as your mouth parted, but no sound came out and you snapped it back shut embarrassed. 

Kim Sunwoo noticed the sudden strange behavior, as a single brow rose but he remained polite with a simple tug of his lips and a slight bow. 

His dark straight hair was parted in the middle, reminding you of the styles from 90’s boybands. You admired the way his slim t-shirt molded against his lean body with the leather pants and a thick silver chain around his neck. A chain he had pulled seductively while gliding across the floor and stared into the camera.

An image still swimming in your mind. 

An appraisal that you were quick to scold yourself over as you felt yourself blushing even hotter, eyes snapping away only hoping he didn’t notice your weird actions. 

Only to find yourself stumbling over your own feet in a moment of rare clumsiness. 

You managed to save yourself the embarrassment of falling to the ground, but only with Sunwoo’s quick thinking. Who had smoothly stepped close and held out a hovering arm just in case you were to fall, his other gently around your bicep to keep your balance. 

Fuck, you were making a whole fool out of yourself.

No one had noticed it, thank goodness. All too busy with their tasks to pay attention to the interaction.

“Are you okay?” Jesus, his voice was deep. “Sunbaenim?” He hastily added, seemingly remembering your status. 

“I-I’m okay.” You even stuttered now. Since when did you ever stutter. “Sorry, and thank you.”

“You should watch where you’re going.” He offered a half smile, those lips looking even more ridiculously plump and soft close as you stared up at him. “Careful not to get hurt.”

At this point, you were sure he noticed your flustered state as you cleared your throat and took a small step back out of his grip. 

“I should get going.” Was all you managed to say in your embarrassed state, swiftly stepping past him to walk up the stage but not before glancing back and noticing the amused pull of his features as he quietly chuckled to himself and followed his members out.

Aera made her sudden presence known as you flinched at her proximity, only to feel your stomach drop at the near-manic grin on her face. 

“Now that, is a crush, my dear.”

You wanted to curl up into a ball and scream your frustrations out from that whole interaction, but could only brace yourself with a smile as you were faced with the crowd who cheered as you came into view. 

Dozens of ARMY bombs waving helped settle the worry in your gut just for now. 

Nicely done, Y/N. Worldwide icon, indeed huh. 

You were still thinking about it as you exited the stage studio. 

So caught up in your lingering embarrassment and out-of-character behavior that even surprised yourself. 

Over what?! A pretty face? A voice that made your skin tingle just by the rasp of it?

“Fucking get a grip, Y/N…” You muttered, fingers massaging your temples as you returned to your dressing room. 

Only to walk straight into your next phase of what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-you. Quite literally too. 

Sunwoo let out a low ‘Whoa’ as you gasped and stumbled back to fully avoid running him down in your haste to hide yourself away until the nominations live broadcast. 

The toilet sign hung above his head as he maneuvered both of you to the side and away from the doors.  

“Oh my-” You were practically bumbling fool as your hands moved in silent explanation without many words to follow up, but he understood you well enough with a small, charming grin making his eyes crinkle and nose scrunch up just the slightest. 

“Hello, sunbaenim.” He gave a polite nod of his head. “It’s one of those days, huh?”

“Yeah…” You sighed in defeat, hardly trying to keep up that big and mighty senior artist image any longer. “I’m sorry it’s been taken out on you today.”

Sunwoo never lost his smile. “Don’t worry about it. It’s hardly the worst thing that happened to me at music shows.”

You nodded thankfully, very much aware that you were avoiding looking at him directly. Just for your own sanity, if you were being transparent. 

“You can stop that, by the way…” My god, were you shy, right now?

“Stop what?”

You cleared your throat. “Calling me sunbaenim all the time. I’m not very fond of the stiff formalities, so you can just relax around me.”

“Ah…” Even though you weren’t looking at him, you could feel his thinking. “Then… would noona be alright?” 

Your neck might as well have cracked with how quickly you snapped up to stare at him with widened eyes. Only to meet a knowing smirk gracing his dangerously, pretty face.

“N-noona?” You repeated almost stupidly.

“And here I thought my breath smelled or something. You wouldn’t even look at me.” The smirk widened.

Calming yourself in record time, you were composed enough to retort with a halfhearted glare. “You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”

“You are making it very easy.” Kim Sunwoo was a straightforward man, you realized. “I suppose I would be too if caught checking someone out.” Well fuck. 

Your first step was denial. “I wasn’t-”

“Don’t feel embarrassed about it. I know I’m good-looking, noona. Just didn’t realize it was to the point of losing gravity.”

If you weren’t quick on catching onto dry humor, you might have thought him deadly serious with how flat he spoke those words. But you were well versed with this sort. Yoongi being a perfect example of it. 

The exaggerated push you delivered against his shoulder came from a place of familiarity with your own members, and Sunwoo didn’t seem to mind the casualness of it as his facade broke and he laughed. 

Giggling along, you shook your head. “You’re good.”

“I know.”

However, your smile fell at his sudden wince and how swiftly he managed to play it off within a second. But you were a quick study and noticed how subtly he rolled his neck. 

“Are you hurting somewhere?” You were blunt in your concern, this time surprising him. 

“Ah…” He was considering lying, you knew that. Having done it many times before yourself. But Sunwoo brushed the moment off.  “It’s just a bit of muscle stiffness in my neck and shoulders, nothing too serious. Don’t worry about it.”

You scrutinized him for a couple of seconds before accepting it. “If you say so. But I wouldn’t be dancing as hard as you did today with that kind of pain. Be a little mindful at least and ease back.”

Sunwoo was appreciative of your advice, accepting it with a gracious nod and another, quite frankly, heart-palpating smile directed at you. You could probably just stand here and admire him for several minutes in silence if it was offered to you, but you had an image to maintain after all.

An image that fell through the moment Kim Sunwoo was involved. 

“Getting lost in my beauty again, are you?” His teasing was never-ending, but instead of annoying you it only managed to pull your smile even wider. 

“You are ridiculous.” Was all you managed to say with a chuckle. 

He bit into his lower lip thoughtfully before deciding against whatever mental war he was having. “Ridiculous enough to ask for your number?”

There it was again. Your dry throat, and the way your heart probably skipped a beat. 

“You…want my number?”

“I mean, who doesn’t want a BTS member’s number.” Sunwoo shrugged, that stupid fitted t-shirt and chain catching your attention again. 

So you quirked a brow at him, knowing something else was coming. “And that’s your goal? A BTS member’s number?”

“That would be cool.” He was being awfully truthful until his eyes locked onto your own. “But I would love having the number of a beautiful woman more. Perhaps with a date on the side?”

Your surprise at his bold confession was hardly hidden, mouth parting as you blinked up at him expecting a joke to follow. 

This wasn’t exactly the first time you’ve been asked out by someone, but it has always been a bigger or older senior until BTS blew up to the point other idols found it too intimidating to approach anymore. It was a love-hate relationship for you in those circumstances. 

Yet Kim Sunwoo managed to cross those unwritten boundaries without fear of outside consequences, his gaze firmly locked on your own without notice of anything going on around you standing by the toilets in a public hallway. 

“Are you sure you would want to risk that?” Those words tasted bitter on your tongue when all you wanted to do was say yes. 

But you weren’t a fool. Anyone getting involved with BTS would always get a spotlight of any kind shone on them, wanted or not. And you made sure to warn them of it. 

Sunwoo was not shaken by it. Only quirking up a brow as if saying so what. 

Your heart thumped even harder. So you held out a hand and he wordlessly put his phone in it as the clicking of your manicured nails swiftly typed in your number. 

You watched as he typed in whatever name he chose to give you in his contacts and pocketed the device again.

“I’ll be waiting for that date.” You smiled with satisfaction to see the top of his ears turning red, brushing past him.

So you weren’t the only one affected at least.

UNKNOWN: What’s your favorite drink? Y/N: Who is this? UNKNOWN: I’m hurt, noona.  Y/N:  Ah Hello to you too, Sunwoo You changed Unknown’s name to Sunwoo. SUNWOO: Backtracking to the question. Y/N:  I’m a coffee addict SUNWOO: Ofc, the drink of life. Let me guess, iced americano? Y/N: I’m more of a sweet latte girl SUNWOO: A woman after my own heart. Y/N:  Alright you little flirt Care to explain? SUNWOO: I’m planning for our date ofc Y/N: Oh? Did I miss the location? SUNWOO: It’s a surprise Y/N: Should I be worried? SUNWOO: Why do you keep doubting me :(  Y/N: Acting cute won’t help you SUNWOO: heart emoji Y/N: But fine, better not disappoint me, Kim Sunwoo I got high standards after all ;) SUNWOO: I guess the pressure is on

“Hi.”

“...hey.”

Your soft giggle on the other side of the phone made Sunwoo smile without realizing it. 

“Why are you breathless?”

“Ah…” He kicked away a stray pair of pants on the floor before sitting down on his bed, making sure the door was closed. “I ran to my room when you called. We just got back from the schedules.”

“You could have just called me back.” There was rustling on your end, and looking at the time he assumed you were just getting into bed. 

“I didn’t wanna leave you hanging.”

“Hm, what a gentleman.”

“For you? Always.”

You giggled again. A sound Sunwoo was certain he was becoming obsessed with hearing. 

“I tried seeing you today.” 

“Yeah.” He lowered his voice just in case any of his members were to hear him. “Me too. It was quite hectic today, I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be. I know how it gets.”

“What did you do today?”

“Besides the music show? Just some interviews and a radio recording. I’m keeping my promotions at the bare minimum this time around.”

Stretching out on the bed, he couldn’t help but tease you. “Of course, the power of BTS.”

“Oh shush you.”

A silence settled between you. But it was a comfortable one, strangely enough. No awkward shuffling of clothes to have something to do, or the tense waiting for the other to speak. 

“I like this.” His voice was grating with how low he was trying to keep it. 

“...Like what?”

“This. Just talking to you, noona.”

Sunwoo could hear the smile in your voice. “I like this too. Very much so.”

It was hard to say how many hours the two of you spoke every night since that fateful day, but there were certainly no complaints on either end.

“This is fucking ridiculous.” Roughly peeling off the cropped denim jacket, you would feel guilty about how you threw it in the corner later. Aera would understand, hopefully. 

The stupid conflict between HYBE and MBC was no industry secret. But you managed to convince your company to give them another chance by letting you promote there this time after several years of avoiding the place. 

And did you regret it. 

“Do they think they can take me for a fucking idiot because I’m solo?” You seethed, whirling to stare at Yoo-Mi. She had a displeased expression as well, already tapping on her phone furiously as mutters of annoyance spread through the rest of your management team. 

You had been on a tense tirade the entire morning with the MBC production team and director about how you wanted your performance to be captured. They were obviously not used to how much creative freedom you were usually privy to and fought you the entire way, with passive-aggressive suggestions going against what you wanted. 

They only kept messing up, from your mic glitching on stage to the sound being off in your in-ear despite your several attempts to fix it during rehearsals. So the final product ended up being a complete mess in your own opinion, finding faults in every single frame in the live broadcast, your voice not being clear enough, and backtracking far too loud to convince viewers you were singing live despite having more than enough proof throughout the ten years. 

The haters would have a field day with that. 

“-a complete mess today, I’m telling you!” Your manager’s voice was going on in the background. 

“I can’t do this right now.” With a pointed look a Yoo-Mi, she nodded in understanding as you walked out of the dressing room towards wherever there were fewer people. 

You found a random hallway, fairly empty with an empty cushioned bench away from the main area of dressing rooms. Slumping down with your back resting against the cold wall, you closed your eyes with a tired groan. 

It was moments like these where you craved the support of your members. If this were Namjoon, he would not have relented in getting this perfect, Yoongi and Hobi right by his sides with their penetrating gazes to make sure. Jimin and Tae would be by you in their comfort, whereas Jin and JK would make extra sure that things weren’t spiraling out of control by being the compromisers in the middle. 

You weren’t a pushover, far from it. But you weren’t one for confrontations unless absolutely necessary. Today could have gone several ways with much better results if not for the underlying conflict between business companies. 

You don’t know if you dozed off or were simply in your own world. But the sudden cold, damp surface of something on your forehead made you flinch up as your eyes connected with the concerned ones of Sunwoo. 

He held an iced coffee in hand, the same one he was pressing against your skin as you allowed yourself to relax. 

“Are you okay?”

Standing up, you instead ignored the question and wrapped your smaller hand around his own still holding on to the cup. “Is this for me?”

He nodded, lips peeling back into a small smile as you accepted it. “A caramel macchiato latte, extra espresso shot.”

You had only mentioned your preferred drink once, but he had it memorized already.

“Thank you.”

Leaning with a shoulder against the wall, hand in a pocket - the concerned glint in his eyes never went away. Wearing a similar fit to the one when you first met him, Sunwoo was still as handsome as ever. Instead of a t-shirt, he wore a fitting turtleneck, a cropped blazer that made him seem even broader, and those damn leather pants with silver accessories adorned his hands, ears, and neck.  

His slightly bronzer skin compared to others seemed to glow. A feature of him you would never be sick of admiring. 

“Are you going to keep staring at me in silence?” Your lips quirked up before taking a sip from the drink, the taste of it getting your mood up. 

“Not if you say what’s bothering you.”

“What makes you think there is?”

Sunwoo snorts. “I walked passed you earlier and you didn’t even notice.”

Glancing at the coffee in your hand. “And you went to get me coffee?”

“I thought you needed something to cheer you up.”

So you gave in. “Just creative differences with the director here. My manager is taking care of it.”

Sunwoo hummed in understanding. “But are you okay?”

His brows were furrowed, those lips you could never ignore pulled into the slightest pout. Swallowing your nerves you stepped even closer. Sunwoo straightened up at the proximity but not moving away. He waited for you. 

“Can I hug you?” Your whisper practically melted him as everything about him softened. 

“Of course.”

Without hesitation, you put the cup down on the bench before snaking your arms around his slim waist, face tucked into the hollow of his neck and shoulder, and breathed him in. 

The aroma of ground coffee beans and subtle vanilla, all wrapped up in notes of sweet fruits and blended spices of sandalwood and sage; a scent you would forever associate with him from this moment.

Sunwoo’s arms wrapped around you, hand gently stroking your back as you relished in the comfort he was providing. A feeling you had missed immensely. 

You were falling, and there was nothing to stop you from being completely consumed by the orbit that was Kim Sunwoo.

Sunwoo was mesmerized. 

Quite frankly frozen to his spot in the dressing room, standing in the middle of the room, drink forgotten in hand as he stared at the screen where you were currently one of the last performers. 

Fair enough, he wasn’t exactly old, still young at the age of twenty-three, and being one of the youngest in his group he was often reminded of it. But he wasn’t ignorant. Especially not enough to ignore the fact he had fallen easily and quickly down the rabbit hole that was Y/N of BTS. 

Where everyone else saw the star quality encasing your every being, he managed to see past it. Your shyness that you often hid behind the pretense of a bold personality when faced with strangers. Sunwoo could see how you were struggling to be by yourself on stages where you used to be with seven others and had quite quickly used his presence as a comfort to chase your struggles away. 

And he had happily complied. It started with texting until he crossed that line by calling you one evening after a scheduled music show where neither had managed to talk, but craved to. 

After several of nights of calling each other, you surprised him one evening by turning on Facetime, sending his heart stuttering at the beautiful sight of you all barefaced in cozy pajamas under dim lighting as you settled yourself on a couch. 

Yet you still hadn’t found time to meet properly. The end-of-year season was always hectic with the amount of promotions and award shows that went on, especially for his group. Making that long-awaited date having to be put on pause. 

Sunwoo didn’t even expect you to attend after that fiasco of a recording earlier in the month until he woke up to a text this morning from you letting him know, with an unwritten hope to find some time to meet.

“Sunwoo’s in love.” A jest from one of his members snapped him out of the stupor as he simply rolled his eyes with a smirk, playing off the words even though they made him sweat. 

If only his members knew the truth. 

“She’s amazing.” Another compliment followed by several others as his members fell into a light discussion about you and your well-known ability to control a stage and make people pay attention by a single note of your voice. All that without the help of your members. 

Sunwoo felt like the clock was dragging by - his energy and hope diminishing with each minute while pretending he was okay around everyone. The award show was nearing its end, with you closing it before all performers would meet for the closing stage. 

He must have been one of the first members out the door when the call to gather was announced. His casual eagerness was enough to catch the curious attention of a few members, but he did the best he could to act his normal self. 

The stage was packed with the dozens of groups and performances that had joined for the event. Sunwoo made sure to stay close to his group, but he also couldn’t help the way his eyes kept searching for someone in particular. He had caught glimpses of you walking around the stage waving at fans, but also greeting artists who were eager to say hi. 

You were keeping close to your labelmates, TXT, laughing and smiling with them openly with an arm looped around Yeonjun’s like an older sister. Sunwoo would be lying if he didn’t feel jealous seeing you act so openly affectionate with them, but he reined in the green monster quickly. 

He barely managed to reign in his shock when squished amid the crowd as everyone tried to leave the stage and a familiar hand wrapped itself around his own with a quick squeeze before letting go again. Sunwoo saw your back as you walked away in front of him, still beside TXT. 

You never gave any indication it had happened besides the barest of glances over your shoulder. 

The next time Sunwoo managed to see you was by being dragged quite forcefully into a cleaning supply closet as the door closed behind him with a thump and lock turning.

He huffed out a laugh as you stood before him, a guilty grin painted on your lips. 

“Was that a bit too rough?”

“It was perfect.” Sunwoo continued to chuckle and finally took you in. 

The two of you were matching in black, his an assemble of leather and silver accents, whereas you were all sparkling sheer fabric with thigh-high stilettos and matching mini skirt. Jesus fuck. 

 His throat bobbed as his male mind caught up to what was happening: standing in a small-sized closet in dim lighting, with you only inches away from him dressed like actual sin. 

“Do you think they’ll notice?” You asked worried, gnawing on your lower lip. His gaze zeroed on the action. 

“My members definitely have, but they’ll think I probably ran off to the bathroom.”

“We won’t have long then.” The downturned vision of glossy lips made him lick his own, in anticipation or nerves, Sunwoo wasn’t sure. 

He could hear and feel everything now. The sound of your breaths, the rising of your chest, and the heat of your skin only a fingertip away from his touch. You must have caught on to the same desire because you finally looked at him - as in thoroughly looking, doing an appraisal of him from head to toe with a sly tilt to your head, eyes lingering on the cropped fabric of his shirt - lips pulling up into a smile. 

Someone was clearly not feeling shy anymore. He didn’t know if it was a good thing for him. 

“-can I kiss you, noona?” Sunwoo cut off any words you wanted to say. And you didn’t seem all that surprised. “I need to kiss you. actually.”

“Need to, huh?” You were clearly very amused by his words. “Then who am I to stop you?” 

Oh yeah. Definitely a dangerous turn for his sanity. 

“You’re such a tease.” Sunwoo couldn’t help but mutter as he hauled you against him firmly, cutting off your giggle with his lips which turned into a pleased sigh.

Your arms reached up to wrap around his neck, pressed up against each other down to your hips as you raked your nails through his scalp causing a shudder and a groan to leave him. 

Sunwoo kissed you enthusiastically but slowly, seemingly on a mission to memorize every single crevice in your mouth, those plumb lips feeling even softer on your own. He turned your bodies around, never separating from your mouth when he suddenly bent only to pick you up. 

You squeaked in surprise, pulling back momentarily only to be pushed even firmer against the door, your legs spreading to accommodate him between your thighs, your skirt scrunching up. 

That all melted away as you let out a soft moan as Sunwoo finally sucked on your tongue, humming against you with a smirk tugging in the corner of his mouth. He moved away, to the corner of your lips, behind your ear, and down to your neck - wet kisses and his tongue making you pant as your thighs squeezed around his hips. 

Your fingers that were already in his hair tightened their grip even further, holding him against you where he was kissing your neck with a breathless whine and Sunwoo only chuckled at your reaction. 

Honestly, you hadn’t expected him to pick you up just like that. But no part of you was certainly complaining by the turn of events. 

He was more than ready to go further, you noticed. And to be fair, so were you. So strung up with your nerves desperate to find release in any kind that you could have fucked him right in this closet. If it weren’t for the time and place. 

Manvouring Sunwoo’s face back up, you only got a glimpse of his flushed appearance, lidded eyes, and swollen lips before you kissed him again. This time much slower, trying your damn best to calm both of you down. 

Your feet found the ground again, Sunwoo leaning in over you with both hands cupping the back of your neck almost too gently, but a hold that you couldn’t help but rest into. 

It was a struggle to separate, he found out. Pulling back but always needing to dip back in for another kiss or peck. He did it so many times that you ended up laughing. 

“Fuck, I can’t seem to let you go,” Sunwoo murmured, thumb caressing your cheek softly as your eyes sparkled up at him. 

“It’s not the last time.” You assured him, leaning in to press your lips against his neck for a little teasing touch as you smirked in satisfaction feeling him shudder before nuzzling close. 

“I know…” He sighed heavily, obviously not wanting to leave, but the clock was ticking. And the more time they spent lost in each other’s arms would make everyone else around them more suspicious. 

So with a heavy heart and frankly, half a boner - Sunwoo pushed himself away so you could open the door. He took the lead, peeling it open slowly and looking both ways to see it was surprisingly sparse with only a couple of staff on the other end. 

You held onto his hand from behind him, sneaking out slowly as the door clicked shut. From there both of you rushed to where your dressing rooms were - you only being a few doors down from him. 

Just as the sign of The Boyz were in view, Yoo-Mi, your manager came out of your door and freezing both to the spot. 

Sunwoo cursed, body tensing beside you, but he was assured quickly to see the almost entertained smirk on the older woman’s face as she waltzed in their direction. 

“Unnie.” You greeted her sheepishly, never letting go of his hand. You actually moved closer as Sunwoo bowed in greeting. 

“Not a crush, huh?” That was all Yoo-Mi said before shaking her head and moving on. “I’m going toilet, be quick, we’re leaving soon.”

Then they were alone again. Slowly glancing at each other, Sunwoo bit down on his lip before snorting out a laugh with you following with a low laugh. 

“That went well.” He grinned. 

“We really have to go now,” You gave a pointed look at their intertwined hands. 

“Yeah…” His grin didn’t fall as his large hands gently gripped your hips and pulled you closer. You hardly had the power to resist him. “Goodbye kiss?”

“You will be the death of me, Kim Sunwoo.”

Sunwoo leaned down with a mischievous tilt to his mouth, lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “But you would love that, noona.”

Leaning up you sealed the kiss softly, hands resting on his chest only to flinch apart the very next second. 

“Yah Kim Sunw-!”

Q or Changmin stood in the open doorway with his mouth dropped open, only for the two of them to realize they had placed themselves directly in front of The Boyz’ dressing room.

Giving a complete view of both of them to everyone inside as heavy silence fell. 

Well. There went the secrecy.

“What…the hell?” 

Simultaneously taking in the jaw-dropped expressions of his members. You and Sunwoo couldn’t hold back your nearly manic cackles as you fell into him for support.

“Am I dreaming?” Someone wondered out loud in English. 

If this was a dream, then you would never want to wake up. 

Thank you for reading!

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

*WIP THURSDAY*

I was tagged by the lovely @slippinninque and I'm happy to share some sneak peeks into my WIPs 📖

I have three recent WIPs (besides my series I am still working on), and I'm excited to list them here:

1. The Siren of Baker Street - Henry Cavill!Sherlock Holmes x Black!OFC (Explicit - smut) - Sherlock is enamored with a new client.

"Before she knew it, Pearl is kneeling next to Sherlock’s armchair. Her shivering hands reaching out to warm herself by the fire. Sherlock watches quietly as the fire illuminates her face in an ethereal glow. In contrast to the warmth of the fire, Sherlock is frozen in his spot as he contemplates his next move."

2. Untitled* - Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader (Explicit - smut/violence) - Lloyd deals with a toxic alpha male that is bothering you.

"He was always a fan of this outfit because it hugged all of your curves. The halter top accented your full breasts with a healthy amount of cleavage. The high-waisted fitted skirt showed off your wide hips and thick thighs and stopped just under your knee. A pair of stilettos, with a little buckle that Lloyd bends down to secure, completes the ensemble."

*This story is actually based on an ask i received (nonny, I love your ideas btw).

3. Don't Kill My Vibe - Henry Cavill!Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader (Explicit - smut/weed use) - You finally agree to help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

"You were already elevated, having taken a couple puffs from your blue and red glass bowl earlier, so you were struggling to pay attention to everything he was saying. You tried to put on your “I’m not high” face and nod enough, saying “oh wow” every so often. But, in actuality, your eyes were as red as the Devil’s dick and Clark wasn’t stupid."

I'm switching back and forth between writing all of these at the same time. Yes, that's crazy, but so is writing for free and praying for the dopamine that creative feedback gives us.

I'm open to any questions about these sneak peeks as well, I welcome it, honestly.

no pressure tags: @raccoon-eyed-rebel @blackwood4stucky @ronearoundblindly @navybrat817 @targaryenvampireslayer

@winter2112rose @hansensgirl @vellicore

[laketaj24]

I kinda maybe have a lactation kink.... Could you do it with Henry Cavill please? I mean f you write for him.

Lactation Kink: Alpha!Henry Cavill x Omega! Reader

Authors Note: interestingly enough, this is a kink I’ve never written lol hope I done it some justice lol

Alpha!Henry x Omega!Reader

Alpha Henry’s entire goal was to get you pregnant with his pups, and now that the boy is here, he’s utterly fascinated with watching you with him

Henry particularly likes to see you doing the necessary mothering actions, breastfeeding included.

He’d stand at the door watching you sing to the little one, his eyes glowing amber as you continue with him. “Is he down?” He’d grumble, his voice low and primal.

“He is,” you smirk. You weren’t in heat just yet, you doubted you’d be for a few months with the boy around, but that didn’t stop Henry from wanting you. “You can’t wait a good hour, so we know he-.”

“No, I want you now.” And he did, his hard cock prods at you from the gym shorts while you can smell his arousal.

He’d be impatient, pulling you from the room into the quiet living room. He’d pull your shirt off first, loving the heaviness of your breast.

Henry swirls his tongue around your rigid nipple, teasing you by gently pulling his teeth over it, and then sucks. His warm lips latch on to you, and your body tenses only to bow away from him in pleasures

You moan his name while your fingers lace in his curls. “Hen-“ but that’s all you can get out before your hips start bucking on his thigh, wishing others was his dick

He has a goal, and greedily he sucks harder and harder until the warm milk hits his tongue and a carnal growl erupts from his chest.

You take it in, allowing him to suck for a minute until you pull away. “Calm down.” You’re winded, and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Henry Cavill Short Taglist: (Sorry my phone won’t allow me to get the long one but I’m gonna work it out lol) @oddsnendsfanfics @my-rosegold-soul @taytayize123 @iloveyouyen @honeychicanawrites @thickemadame @fallslikefeather @blackmissfrizzle @isthat-tyra98 @titty-teetee @yeet-me-out-tonight @inforapound @supernaturalvikingwhore @l-auteuse @nina-skyee @october505 @boomhauer @sciapod @abrokencondomiswhyimalive @littlefreya @bianaguipa @therandomthoughtsofmsparker @therealcalicali @twistedcharismaaa @singeramg @angreav @magdelen69 @madbaddic7ed @pocimaginesaesthetics @ajspencer1892 @jovanaprime @zejess93

I’m up!!! Tired butttt up! Send me your kink (anonymously) and I’ll try to write a short Headcannon for a few characters! If y’all want!!

[angryschnauzer]

By The Waning Crescent Moon

Summary: As an Omega you know you need to get home before your Heat starts, but when your car breaks down in the woods you need to seek refuge somewhere safe... surely a Convent will be the best place? Little do you know the nuns have long since left, only to be replaced by the worst possible thing; a pack of Werewolves. Even worse, its a full moon. Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sand Castle - Movie.

Wordcount: 4949

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Syverson x Omega Female reader (no race or body type specified)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Desecration of Religious artefacts, Knotting, Werewolf Sex, Monsterfucking, Unplanned Pregnancy, ABO Dynamics

I do not run a tag list, instead please follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications, you’ll then get an alert each time i post something new. My AO3 also has my entire back catalogue of stories (going back to 2013).

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A/N: This story has been stuck in WIP hell for a couple of months, i originally got psyched to write an entire werewolf gangbang, but then all the bullshit in the USA happened and yeah, forced pregnancy wasn’t at the forefront of everyone’s to do list, even in fanfic. Furthermore the wolf gang was originally going to be a biker gang, but another amazing writer @sillyrabbit81​ has since launched a truly amazing biker gang reverse harem fic, i decided to shelve that idea and instead sit on the original thought of werewolves for a while. I then had inspiration to make this a Syverson story, so here we go. The Were sex scene is heavily inspired by the graveyard scene between Lucy and Dracula in Bram Stokers Dracula movie, which in my opinion is one of the greatest creature feature/monsterfucking movies in the history of cinema.

By the Waning Crescent Moon

You waited at the stop light, the remote intersection of two highways high up in the hills of logging country. It was dusk, yet the sky was hidden behind obsidian clouds, heavy rain systems waiting to release their downpours in sporadic outbursts. Despite the cold rain dulling the summer evening, you were burning up. You’d stopped at the last gas station and had stocked up on a huge slush drink and a popsicle, but neither had done anything to quell the growing warmth within your body. Sat in your flimsy sundress you were at least grateful that in a moment of optimism that morning you’d dressed for good weather, even if you’d spent the day wrapped in the cardigan you’d found on the back seat. However now as you felt a droplet of sweat make its way down your neck and cleavage, you cursed and opened the window, grateful for the cool damp air against your skin.

The red light finally changed and you muttered under your breath to yourself as you pushed your old Nissan into gear;

“C’mon, lets get home” you said to no-one except yourself.

The highway grew narrow as it entered the woods, just a single lane in each direction, tall cedar trees closing in on both sides. The rain wasn’t as heavy beneath the thick canopy above you, instead there were wisps of mist clinging to the roadway’s edge. 

As you continued along you felt the first pang of pain in your stomach, a cramp that grew with intensity like an old lightbulb trying to illuminate but suddenly extinguishing.

“Oh fuck…” you cursed, resting your hand on your stomach as you rubbed to ease the ache. You drove on cautiously, ignoring the rattle that was emanating from the engine, your mind elsewhere. You had only finished your last period a little over a week ago so it wasn’t that. You could feel another cramp starting to build, your concentration far from the road. That was more than likely the reason you didn’t notice the pothole, the car shook and the suspension made a deafening thunk as you hit the flooded crater without pause. With a scream you pulled your full attention back to the road, ignoring the cramp pulling at your gut as you struggled to keep the car on the road, slowing gradually until you were able to pause. The sudden understanding hit your mind as the realisation of what was happening registered. You scrambled for your phone, opening the calendar and scrolling back to the cold winter months. 

A cold chill ran down your back like icy fingers against your spine. Six months. Almost to the day. Six months since your last heat.

“Shit fuck FUCK” you shouted at the rain splattered windows. How could you have missed it? As another cramp hit your stomach you curled over and rested your head against the steering wheel, at which moment your phone chimed. Peering out of one eye you looked at the screen and the reminder that had just popped up;

*Heat starting soon!!!*

“Yes, THANK YOU. 24 hours too late”

As an unmated Omega you set yourself reminders for when your heat was due, coming every six months you generally made arrangements to work from home, and ensure you loaded your purse with suppressants and painkillers so to deal with the build up. It would seem this time however you hadn’t set the reminder early enough, as you had neither medication with you, but would also explain the hot sweats and the reason you’d woken up that morning tangled in the sheets after dreaming of faceless intimacy. 

With a sigh you wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand, before peering out of the windshield at the dark and twisting road. Engaging first gear you set off but were immediately reminded that something terminal had happened when you’d hit the hole in the asphalt, your car now leaning on the kerbside. For a moment you considered calling for a tow truck, but then the rapidly failing rational side of your brain reminded you that the truck would likely be driven by a man, and the last thing you needed when you were about to come into heat was to risk being stuck with an Alpha you didn’t know. No, you needed to try and limp your car home, at least close enough to town that you could call your roommate to come help, she’d know exactly what to do.  You made it a good couple of miles at a slow pace, the road straight and gently downhill, until a hairpin bend meant you had to sharply turn the wheel. Something loudly went ‘twang’ like a spring being violently recoiled. It was quickly followed by the sound of hissing air, and the car dropped even further on the kerbside. The tell-tale thud-thud-thud of a flat tyre could be heard as you freewheeled to the side of the road, before coming to a stop on the gravel side of the highway.

You took a deep breath and let out a scream, yelling at the windshield, before your stomach cramps hit back again. They were getting closer together and you knew you needed help. Checking your phone hopefully you were still disappointed when you saw that there was still no service, more than likely due to a combination of location and the bad weather. With a sigh you stared out of the windshield and you noticed a sign on a wall;

“The Sisters of St Augustus’ Refuge” you paused, the synapses in your brain firing and finally connecting; “A CONVENT! That’s just women!”

Climbing out of your car you grabbed your purse and cardigan, holding the latter over your head in a vain attempt to keep the worst of the rain off as you started to trot up the long driveway towards the building that loomed on the horizon. You failed to notice the other sign that lay on the ground, one put up by the real estate company handling the sale of the building but has since fallen.

The driveway was considerably longer than you anticipated, and by the time you were halfway your pace had slowed, your cramps now even worse. The large wooden doors of the convent came into view as you staggered closer, the rain and sweat mixing and running into your eyes, blurring your vision. You stumbled, your no longer white Converses catching on a pebble, righting yourself before you fell flat on your face. Another two steps and another pebble, you were falling when suddenly a pair of arms caught you, the dark robes fluttering in the storm as you blacked out.

-

Sy sat back in his chair, his boots resting on the large table as he picked at his nails with one long claw, being able to control the change to his advantage. Walter was pacing the room, pausing to glare at the clock on the wall before returning to pacing. Sy let out a small sigh, the entire pack was antsy, anxious and ready for the turn of the full moon, however this summer storm obscuring its silver rays was turning the pack into an angry mess. August had wisely disappeared into the depths of the building and Sy was thankful for that, he and Walter would always argue over the smallest thing. Sy also glanced at the clock, his stomach growling;

“Where is Mikey with that takeout?” he muttered to himself.

A sudden increase in background noise caused both Sy and Walter to pause and look up, their nostrils flaring. August entered the room from the door that led to the private quarters, just as the large double doors to the chapel opened. The two youngest members of the pack came bustling in, Will holding the doors open as Mikey staggered along, his long black duster raincoat still dripping with rain, a now soaked bag of takeout hanging from one hand, but what caught everyone’s attention was what else he was carrying; a young woman.

The room fell into an eerie silence as Mikey stood still, waiting to gauge the reaction from the rest of the pack;

“I…I found… she passed out on the doorstep…”

There was a pause before everyone sprang into life, the men helping Mikey carry the unconscious woman in, Walter lifting her and setting her down onto the makeshift workbench they’d commandeered when they’d moved into the old building. 

Sy’s eyes widened before he cursed;

“Fuck…” he dragged his hand over his face before clearing his throat; “Aug, Walt, gotta talk. Will and Mike, make sure she’s ok”

August simply raised his left eyebrow before following, Walter trudging closely behind as Sy pushed the door partially closed behind them;

“Shit, this is the last thing we need, especially tonight…”

Walter nodded;

“I agree, whatever she’s doing here, we need to get her out of here before the storm passes”

August stood in the corner of the room, his silence eventually what drew the others attention;

“August, you’ve been uncharacteristically quiet on this” Sy questioned

“Maybe she’s not an Omega?” he simply shrugged; “Could just be lost or her car broken down”

“Then why is she unconscious and reek of heat scent?…” he paused… “And why…”

Sy fell silent, all three elder members of the pack’s attention rising to the tall stained glass windows, the pale light from the full moon spilling into the dark room as the clouds started to part. A simultaneous chorus of ‘fuck’ sounded around the room, before they started to change, the moonlight triggering the lupine curse within them. 

They grew broader, their shoulders filling out their shirts. Jaws clenched as canine teeth elongated. The flick of fire in their eyes started to burn as the silvery rays of moonlight spread throughout the room. At first they didn’t notice the wisp of orangey vapour that curled through the small gap in the door, but as it moved around the room like a lost serpent August was the first to notice;

“What the hell is that?”

Sy and Walter followed his gaze before noticing more tendrils of the vapour, watching as it sparkled gold and copper in the moonlight. Sy gritted his teeth and pushed back the urge to fully transform, the skill he’d accomplished once he became the full Alpha leader of the pack;

“Stay here” he all but growled, stalking towards the mist and out into the hall, the sight before him stopping him in his tracks.

The young woman was awake, but was clinging to Will as she nuzzled against his neck. One of her hands curled through Mikey’s hair, pulling him to the other side of her neck. Wisps of orange vapour curled around them, seemingly emanating from her.

“BOYS!” Sy barked, both younger men trying to turn to the pack elder, but looked punch drunk.

“Uncle Sy…” Mikey muttered; “She’s… there’s something…”

Sy crossed the room lightning fast, pulling both younger men from her grasp before pushing them into a ray of moonlight as it spilt in through a side window, knowing that although the moon would turn them, it would also clear whatever was happening due to the vapour from their minds. August and Walter helped the two boys up, both elders now having almost completed their transformations, the younger turning as they stood. Sy gritted his teeth again and pushed back the urge to transform, knowing four, five full Were’s would destroy this young woman, and that someone needed to find out what the hell was happening;

“August, Walter, take Will and Mikey, go run, go hunt, anything, get all of you out of here”

The other’s paused, seemingly torn between the draw of the full moon and the pull of the young woman, but as Sy turned and growled, his eyes flashing golden they finally retreated. 

Sy listened, his acute hearing picking up four sets of padded feet running across the gravel driveway and into the woods, before he turned to her;

“What the hell am i going to do with you?”

-

You sat on the hard surface, the blanket beneath you doing little to pad out the cold stone underneath as you watched the hulk of a man approach. You could immediately tell he was an Alpha, strong and virile, he was extremely broad with thick arms and thighs, he seemed to be 250lbs of solid muscle. Beneath the scowl on his face you could see stormy blue eyes that sometimes had a flash of gold in them, and hints of red in his thick beard. Your entire body was sweating, desperate for the touch of an Alpha. The two young Alpha’s you hadn’t been able to control yourself from scenting with had done a little to sate the heat hunger burning within you, but as this beast approached you your body burned for him.

Reaching for him your body immediately calmed the moment your hands grasped at his muscled forearms, breathing in his scent as he looked you over. When he spoke his voice was deep but soft;

“Miss, i gotta ask, but what are you?”

“Just an Omega… and i fucked up, my heat started…”

“Then why’d you come in here?”

“It said it was a convent… Nuns are women… i woulda been safe here…”

The man let out a long sigh;

“Oh honey… this wasn’t a convent of Nuns… it was a refuge for Moon Makers” he looked you up and down; “They shouldn’t have put ya on the altar…”

You were confused, you had heard the term Moon Maker before but it was so long ago you couldn’t recall exactly where. It was as if it had been a whisper you’d eavesdropped as a child, of something mothers and aunts had gossiped about with a sense of sordid envy. 

Before you could dwell on that thought the storm outside blew wild, the crack of a tree could be heard and as it fell to the ground it let in a stream of moonlight right to where you lay. Bathed in the silver light the tendrils of orange mist started to swirl with vigour, and the Alpha before you let out a groan;

“Sugar, i gotta see the mark…”

He pushed you back as he stood between your legs, his large hands on your thighs as they crept beneath your short summer dress, pushing it up until your panties were visible and the fabric of your dress was bunched around your waist. His nostrils flared as he picked up your scent, the dark patch of wetness between your legs drawing him like a moth to the flame, but instead he hooked his thumb over the waistband of your underwear and tugged them down just a little until he saw your birthmark on your hip.

“The waning crescent…” he muttered

“What’s… huh? Moon Makers… Waning Crescent… I don’t understand” you were struggling to concentrate through the heat cramps, pulling the Alpha closer to you as you’d wrapped your legs around his thighs.

“Moon Makers are a special kind of Omega… the only one’s strong enough to bear the pups of a Were… the waning crescent is the shape of the birthmark they carry… shaped that way as if you breed on a full moon you’ll know if you’re carrying the pups by the time of the next waning crescent… It’s old lore, there hasn’t been a sighting of a Moon Maker for, well, almost twenty five years…”

You pulled him close, not even knowing this beast’s name, but were drawn to him. You hooked your nose beneath his chin, his soft beard rubbing against your face and you could feel him shake with restraint;

“You’re testing big Sy to the limits Sugar…”

“Sy…” you muttered, his name like a syrup on your tongue; “Sy… i’m still an Omega, and i need your help. This heat isn’t going away… i need you, as an Alpha”

Nodding, Sy cradled the back of your head. He knew what he needed to do. He just needed to get you through your heat, long enough to get you back to your home. He also had a secret, one that he’d brushed over many times when his brothers had joked about it, but an injury when he’d been in the army had meant he could no longer sire any pups with an Omega. It was something he and only he knew about, not even confessing this to Walter or August, and it had been safe in that knowledge that he’d been able to concentrate on leading the pack, without the distraction of offspring. Countless Omega’s had warmed his bed, but he’d insisted it was never the right time, not on a full moon, not the right point in their heat. Right now though, he needed to fight off his hind-brain, the part of him that wanted the Were to take over. He didn’t even consider things would be different with a Moon Maker.

He pressed his face to your neck, inhaling deeply against your scent gland, the soft dip in your clavicle, and let your scent wash over him. You were grinding against him, the slick in your panties dousing the front of his old combat pants, the thick cotton straining against his growing erection. His lips brushed against your neck as he spoke;

“Will you let me taste you? Get you ready with my tongue? Sugar… Omega, you want me to eat that pussy?”

“Sy… Alpha, please… I need it. I need you”

You were desperate; desperate for relief, desperate for pleasure. You watched as his massive hands curled around your panties as he gripped the thin cotton before with a low growl he tore the thin fabric to shreds. Licking his lips he fell to his knees between your legs, his face between your thighs as his tongue found heaven. That long thick tongue dove through your folds, lapping at your slick as he eagerly tasted your essence. Your hands fell to his head, the short buzz cut soft beneath your fingertips, but without anything to grip onto you felt lost, unable to anchor yourself. As if sensing your need Sy lifted one hand to yours, curling his fingers between your own as his piercing blue eyes never left yours, all whilst his tongue delved deep into your velvet channel. The more you cried out and wriggled the quicker he fucked you with his tongue, bringing you closer and closer to pleasure before with a final wide swipe of his tongue you came with a scream, calling out to the stars above as white hot pleasure coursed through your body and lifted your soul. Sy eagerly drank down your slick as it gushed from your channel, growling at the taste on his tongue before you finally fell back limp on the altar. 

He pressed a kiss to each of your inner thighs before he moved to stand, and you watched as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside, before unbuckling his pants and let them drop to the floor. Toeing off his boots he was standing naked before you, his cock hard and rigid, thick and uncut, the knot at the base already starting to swell. You had been with an Alpha before but never one as big as Sy was, he was almost grotesquely huge, his girth as eye watering as the length. It was an angry red, his skin flushed and he was already dripping with need;

“Omega, I need you as much as you need me, you gonna let me fill that pussy?”

You nodded, and as Sy stepped forwards you saw there was hesitation in his step;

“Sy… what is it?”

“You ever been with a Were Alpha before?”

“A Were?” you shook your head; “But i want to. I need you Sy…”

“Not sure how much longer i can hold back the change, gonna have to be quick”

“I don’t want it to be quick, i want you… all of you”

What you were agreeing to was unheard of usually, very few had ever been with a full Were, let alone a Were Alpha, you knew the pheromones could drive an Omega crazy; “Do what you need to do Alpha”

With a growl Sy pushed you back, his body covering your own as his hands grasped your wrists;

“Hold still Sugar… need to tie you down so you don’t go flying off the altar”

“Altar?! Tie me down?!”

Sy paused, his face inches from your own;

“Say so now and i’ll stop, otherwise you’ll get as you asked and i will ‘do as i need’”

Swallowing nervously you nodded, wide eyed as you watched him pull ceremonial silk ropes from two corners of the altar beneath the blanket, tying your wrists in place. You could see his fight against the change was already starting to wane, his eyes burning like fire as his elongated fingers ran down your torso before grasping at your hips. He knelt between your parted thighs, pulling you up his thighs until his tip was poised at your entrance, dousing the bulbous head with your copious slick. With a growl he pushed forwards, stretching your tight walls as he slowly filled you. The pressure in your belly was intense, a white hot heat surging through your body as your mouth fell open in a silent scream. With your back arched you struggled to let your body adjust to his size, but then you felt the rough brush of the blunt tip of a claw circle your clit, carefully teasing the sensitive pearl from beneath its hood. As the moonlight poured down over your joined bodies you felt Sy start to change, of the Were taking over.

You moved your hips, realising you were now completely stuffed with his thick cock and eager for more, opening your eyes you let out a gasp, he had changed fully. Covered in a thick layer of auburn brown fur, his body was that of a Greek mythical beast. Though his features had changed, you could still see the same eyes that had burned for you just moments before. Shoulders as wide as the altar you were being defiled upon, which continued into enormous arms, thick with muscle as massive hands gripped at your hips as he started to thrust into you. You could both watch as he filled you before pulling out and repeating, his angry red shaft glistening in the moonlight with your slick before he’d plunge deep into you again and again. Each thrust stretched you so well you knew you’d be ruined for any other man, Alpha or not. 

The pleasure coursed through your body, coming with a sudden force but the Were between your thighs just fucked you straight through it, now Moon drunk and high on the literal cloud of your scent surrounding the pair of you as you were carnally joined. With his biceps and forearms bulging the beast pulled you onto his thickening shaft repeatedly, his body arched as you were stretched on your tethers, legs bent at his thighs as you felt another orgasm chasing after the last. As your body squeezed him tight he let out a mighty roar, howling at the moon as you all but pushed yourself further onto him, your fragile body a plaything for his pleasure. Through the haze of lust and sin you felt the pad of his thumb move from your hip to brush over your birthmark, your gaze immediately drawn to his fiery eyes and you realised what would happen;

“Alpha, give me your knot, i’m ready”

With a growl the Were fucked into your plyable body harder and harder, pulling you to one final orgasm, and as that crested you felt the push and plug as he filled you, his seed pumping into you as his knot plugged you tight. Your scream echoed around the ancient chapel, and the world turned black.

-

A loud knocking at the door pulled Tina from her bed, glaring at the apartment as she strode through it, ready to give whoever dared disturb her at this ungodly hour of the morning a piece of her mind, but as she violently opened the door she was stopped in her tracks. In the morning light a hulk of a man stood on the doormat with you - her roommate - sleeping peacefully in his arms;

“Hey… I got her address from her driving licence”

Tina immediately scooped you into her arms, carrying you to the couch;

“Where has she been? Who are you?”

“Syverson… Her car broke down outside our place in the hills. She stayed out the storm with us but was up all night, she’s completely exhausted now”

Tina checked over your pulse and it was calm and steady, pulling at your eyelids which caused you to grumble and bat away her hands before you went back to snoring on the soft couch. Turning back to the giant Alpha currently standing in your doorway she held out her hand, to which Sy gently took it, surprised at how firm her handshake was;

“One of my brothers will bring her car back in the next couple of days if that’s alright? Got a lot on for the next two days”

“Yeah, that’s fine, but if i can take your number so i can check in, i know she drives a heap of crap but it’s still hers”

“Absolutely”

Tina watched as the enormous mountain of man carefully bent down and in neat cursive writing wrote his name and number onto the small notepad on the hallway console table, before ripping it off and handing it to her.

“I’ll… i’ll be going now”

Tina narrowed her gaze;

“You… you didn’t do anything to her, did you?”

Sy turned and met Tina’s glare;

“She spent the night” he turned and paused; “You might want to check her calendar, mentioned her heat is due soon” he let out a sigh before turning back to the doorstep; “Anyway, gotta go, the moon waits for no man…”

Tina watched him go, toying with the piece of paper as his truck pulled away, before she stashed it in her wallet.

-

A couple of weeks later you were irritable and snapping at anyone that crossed your path. The only thing that had gone right was your car had been returned to your apartment three days after your night in the hills, the suspension fixed, the engine running beautifully. It was like it’d had a complete overhaul by an entire team of mechanics. You weren’t going to question it as it was the one stable thing now in your life. The young guy that had dropped it off had practically thrown your keys into your hands, before sprinting off and climbing into a truck driven by someone that looked so similar he could have been a brother. You vaguely recognised them, but your only clear lingering memory of your time in the hills was Sy. You weren’t even sure how to even find him again, having taken drives through the forest a number of times but never able to find that same route again. 

That night you were hungry, pulling a pint of your favourite ice cream from the deep freeze. You stepped outside into the warm summer night to eat it on the pallet wood seating Tina had built on the porch outside your apartment, watching the fireflies float into the air. After a while she joined you, a beer in her hand as she sat down silently. She was your best friend and had helped you through so much, but she’d been very quiet for the past couple of weeks, almost avoiding you.

“Hey Tiny” you used her nickname, one she’d very much grown out of after 5th grade when she’d grown a foot taller than you in the space of the summer break; “Everything ok?”

“Yeah yeah, i’m good… how are you doing? You’ve been… different recently”

You stabbed at the ice cream before setting it aside;

“Haven’t felt that great to be honest. Not sure what’s up, thought my heat was coming a few weeks ago but it seemed to end abruptly after i got back from…”

“Gotcha”

Tina looked up at the sky and you followed her gaze, seeing the thin crescent of the moon;

“Looks kinda like your birthmark, the waning moon…”

She didn’t finish what she was saying as you’d suddenly bolted to the bathroom, your retching clearly audible. With a sigh she rested her elbows on her knees… fuck, what the hell had you gotten yourself into? She’d been able to tell that Syverson was a Were the second she’d opened the door, counting the days back on her fingers she finally realised that you’d been with him the first night of the full moon, when its at its most powerful, and how your heat hadn’t appeared, yet she’d been able to pick up your bonding scent as you’d slept on the couch. 

“What have you gotten yourself into?” she muttered to herself, the piece of paper in her wallet almost burning a hole in her pocket. She had sworn to your mother that she’d protect you, that she wouldn’t let you continue the Were bloodlines… but she’d failed. Now she had a decision to make… but first she’d go help you throw up, no doubt there would be another eight months of it to follow, the child within you already growing. 

Pulling the paper out she held it between her fingertips as she stood, heading towards the bathroom where you were, you had a phone call make.

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A Sires Bond chapter 1

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Summary: When your hopes for the future are destroyed and your soul mate rejects you, you are exiled into the woods for your heat. But instead of finding the cabin you flee into the dark sires wood; where all fear to tread. You soon realise that the old tales and the silly childhood rhyme was more then just silly prattle. The dark sire was real. And he was listening

Warnings : A/B/O, Adult themes, Werewolves/shifters au, Dark magic,Fluff?, Angst, swearing

A/N: so here is the start of another au. This one combining a few different ideas i have cut out of other fics in the past. So its like a melting pot of 'that doesnt fit there' anyway i hope you enjoy 🥰😘

Images of them together crossed your mind as you staggered through the wood blinded by sorrow and grief. You ,oured the loss, your chest aching an invisible gaping wound as your mind replayed the scene pver and over. Him and her, their declaration of bonding and expectations of you to do your duty and povide for them what they cannot. To conceive and birth the next alpha but never raise it.

You sobbed, dry heaving into your hands as you fumbled through the thickets of the deep wood loosing your way in your temporary banishment. It was too much, you felt you would truley die, this pain was far to much to bare. You could bearly breath through it, yoh were only moving from the adrenaline of what had just transpired.

They were holding hands infront of the entire pack as the others cheered somewhat uncertainly, their eyes flickered to you. Forsaking an omega was rare, frowned upon even but not entirely unforgivable. Especially when its the soon to be alpha denying their mate.

Your maturity had finally come. And it came in the form of heat. Omega. It was daunting but not unexpected, you had all the signs of an omega, you were slight. Had a frail look to you. As if a harsh wind could carry you away. You suited your name. Willow. Unasuming and gentle. Dark hair, shy bookworm, wide pale eyes and very meek. Petite. Youd never consider yourself ugly. Well you didnt, not untill a few moments ago when your would be mate had tore yoh down so harshly, criticising you so cruely infront of everyone.

You always thought you had a unique look, oddly pleasing in a frail way. Lithe and slight like some type of pixie, yet refined beauty. Delicate is the word you used to describe yourself while gazing in to the mirror. You were delicate.

And then this happened. You matured and just like that you attained a the bond. At first you were happy. Ecstatic! You wanted to mate and be a mother. Ou did t even register your intended was the next alpha!

All you knew was you could npw create a nest and live your life as a mother. All omegas feel the pull but most do not untill they found their mate. However its something youd dreamt of. As a child and teen youd wanted your own pup. You helped watch over the younger ones as much as you could. Just enjoying spending time with the tiny pups as they toddled about. You were never happier then when you were surrounded by the packs newest editions reading stories and teaching them their letters and numbers.

Not that there were many. Despite being werewolves you couldnt produce more then one pup in your life. It stemmed from your creators. Its said your race was one never meant to be. The legend says that goddess luna had been bred with the great beast, the hound of hell himself. They had been inlove but the great beast had forced his pup into the luna. She had been terrified, the moon godess and hell hound? What beast would be the outcome? She panicked fretting day and night over the unborn worried over their fate. She almost lost the pregancy and for that the dhell hound cursed her.

This curse was one of true cruelty. The dark sire made it so luna will be barren after his seed had left her dead or alive. It was a curse to ensure she would be careful when carrying his precious child. To force its creation.

And even then he wasnt satisfied with her, he was soo angry that she had almost failed him and had tried to sway him from such hexes with her body. That he extenderd his curse onto all female decendants. It was barbaric to think about. Taking something like that away from the decendants. Punishing an entire race for her almost failing him?

Luckily in her fear for her child luna created a small reprieve. She created bonds, soul mates. She had been so frightened of the beast she would birth, of the life her child would endure she gifted them with a soul mate. Someone who would love them unconditionally and walk this world with them untill the end.

But even then the dark sire found a way to mar such beauty! His curse out manoeuvred the lunas gracious gift. Not only would a female ever have one chance at producing a pup. Now they could only conceive that one pup with their soul mate, managing to bind the two spells into one twisted gnarled curse that clu g to every generation of lycan.

Most treasure the life mate they are given, love and protect them. Defend them and create a family and nest together living in harmony. But it is a mans world, and even in the twenty first century some men see themselves above such things. Mikhail is one of those men. He found you to be lacking, he wants a model. One of the slim vapid and quite frankly stupid females. A blonde beta that was acustomed to the goings on in the bedroom.

And so he took her, destroying the soul bond you began to create in favour of giving another the bite. Your mate had found you lacking and bound himself to another. And the second your soulmate took another as his intended your dreams of a happy future crumbled.

You had heard about this but never witnessed it. And never thought this would happen to you. Dont get anything wrong. You were the soon to be alphas true mate, and he intended to use you for his heir. Yet he would raise it with that blonde tart. Youd be the nanny untill the pup was old enough to forsake you. And then youd live out your days alone and cold.

No. no! Your resolve made you argue. Finally you snapped out, called him cruel and dishonourable. To your shame you wept. Repeating what he had said to you that very morning. About how he promised to honour you as his soul mate. How he was eager to see your bond grow and he wanted to spend some time at the alters to give thanks to luna for gifting him his female so young.

Yet he laughed, he denied all of your acusations. Called you pathetic and delusional. And painted a much more pitiful picture. Claiming youd begged for him on all fours like a truley desperate bitch in heat. That he wanted to wait because he belived you were mistaken. That he was sure you were not his mate. And he wanted some time to cool off before speaking further about it because you were hysterical.

Youd been laughed out of the village. Youd gotten yourself so worked up at that point, acted to out of chatacter that the others had belived his lies. Yet still some seemed to belive you. Or perhaps it was pity. You been told at that point to go and stay in the house of reflection. A tiny cabin away from the village normally used for people being banished for a few weeks.

It had been when you were on your way youd strayed in you dispair. Only halting when you saw the dim, frightfull trail that disappeared into the forbidden sires wood. Your pack was said to be the oldest. That you lived on the ancestral motherland. That the dark sires power lingered within the wood itself and you should be wary, for anyone could unknowingly draw him out.

Your eyes focused on the lesser traveled paths, bearly visable to the naked eye. Was he here? Did he know what he had done? Could you plead with the dark sire? Make a bargin like you could with any other god or demon? Would he show mercy?

You contemplated these thoughts, toying with them as you wandered further into the sires wood. It wasnt like anyone would see you or reprimand you for veering off the path. No one in the pack would defy the alphas heir and seek you out in your shamefull banishment.you walked quietly, mind jumping from vengeful anger and cruel hopes and wishes all the way back to sobbing panicked anxiety with a mournfull depression seeping into your bones.

And then you stepped on uneven ground. The soft earth and crunch of gravel beneath your feet pulled you from your silent weeping. You blinked pawing your eyes and glanced around you. What the?

Your feet had carried you down a shallow bank to a small stream. The trees were thicker here, yet the small stream seemed open and peacfull. It was beautiful, the clear water trickling down towards the packs village gave a gentle calming feel, the sound almost lulling you.

You spun trying to see where you had come from only to pause. The shallow bank youd walked down was actually a swooping path, curling around a huge stone. Sigils were carved into the rock face. And achient looking brick arch decorated in old runes and scripture. To stone was smooth within the arch, chisled to perfection there was ivy and moss covering some of the structure but it was mostly clear.

You inched closer to the odd stone, it was pale with tiny flecks od crystal flickering in the lowmlight of the dying sun. You could almost mistake it for light granite with quartz ingrained into it, but no? There was something different about it. You stepped back tilting your head inspecting it. And then focused on the inscription. You laughed out loud seeing the chant you'd get scolded for singing as a child. The adults said it was bad luck and draw the dark sires attention.

But that what you hoped for right now wasnt it?

"I seek the sire of these bones. Cast your shadow on my home. Hear me now answer my plea, and my soul be yours eternally" The summoning rhyme felt strange on your tongue. It was silly really, the small hex like lymirick was something children uttered in the woods late on hallows eve to frightene one another. A foolish game played in the dark like bloody mary.

You blinked waiting halfheartedly before sighing. Suddenly feeling very stupid for uttering the silly spell. Of course it wouldnt work, the dark sire and luna were nonsense! Your kind were interbred, a shifter mating gone wrong!

"Now this is a nice surprise. Its not often im called by an omega. Tell me young one are you brave or stupid?" You screamed snapping your head up and quivered as the smooth stone seemed to have filled with smoke, a dark black mist curling its way within the stone, clearing slowly revealing what appeared to be a window peaking into a cavernous space. And then you saw a dark silhouette.

"Oh, oh god i? You... your real" you staggered back from the stonework stumbling over your own feet and fell over landing in the shallow stream that ran through the darkened glenn. A part of you didnt believe your eyes, you shook your head covering your eyes, rubbing them slightly before opening again.

It was when you looked back up to saw the feared sire of your kind. He was draped in black robes from another time. The black smothered him, wafting around his form as if guided by his own awe inspiring power. He was stunning, it was unsettling. The volatile ill tempered powerfull spitefull sire that cast curses and claimed revenge was never said to be this beautiful.

He sat tall, straight in his seat. Eyes the brightest blue you had ever seen. Like two sapphires gleaming in the dark. His face was stunning, carved by the gods to give you a false sense of security. He was clearly designed to entice and tempt you. And tempt you he did, the teasing smirk on his face told you he knew. He knew you were flushed, squirming under his gaze.

"Indeed little one, now dry your eyes and speak your piece, you have a plea do you not?" his smooth voice carried clearly, a slight echo from the chamber around him causing a shiver to climb up your spine.

"I... i am... i have a request..." you stuttered, slowly realising this may have been a mistake. Perhaps in your grief you shouldn't have been so rash and tempted fate. Because now you were face to face with the sire who as a child youd prayed did not exsist, he had cursed an entire race to spite the luna.

"Oo a request? I am intrigued, just what would a delicate ripe omega scenting her first heat wish to ask of the big bad hell hound? What is it you wish to ask of your races evil sire?" His glee made you falter, eyes flicking to him to the floor. You just? There was something frightful about him. You were glad you had fallen, becuase the quivering fear that wracked you would have made your knees weak and collapse anyway.

"I suppose i have? Well er... i came to ask you to... to lift your magic, and allow me to overcome your spell and have a pup with a choosen mate, not my intended" you fumbled over your words, stumbling and stuttering terrified to insult him but more terrified to remain silent and anger him. Not that youd planned to even meet him! I mean in your spite youd fantasised about it, calling the mihty sire to your aid and have him punish mikhail for you. But it wasnt really meant to happen, or even be a possibility.

He chuckled errily and you froze. A cold chill wrapped around you, you couldn't help feeling that youd just made a grave mistake.

"Oh my dear, you are a very deciving. To think such an innocent looking female would be so very naughty. That you would seek a child outside of your precious lunas gift? Tut tut" his voice dropped, lowering to such a tone you could hear the gravel from the ground digging into the words. You paled drawing panicked breaths, as he rose. His height seeming to grew beyond what was possible.

"Im almost tempted to make you barren for even asking me to aid you in such a betrayal." The words were a violent growl. He was offended. Surely you must know his own story. His own love betraying him so calously which insighted his rage and curse. Fear gripped at you as the sire raised a hand, a deep purple miasma began to coil around it, a serpentine length of magic coiling threateningly between his fingers, glowing brighter as the seconds passed. The purple became a haze, seeping into the air reflecting his face in the vallainous light.

"No, no its not that please- he said he wanted to wait. My mate he said for us to wait before bonding, that he was going to lunas alter to thank luna for granting him a mate abut then? He betrayed me! He ripped our mating bond apart by claiming another! Raced to her bed while i waited like a fool" You cried out crawling forward slightly remaining on the ground

He paused, his magic dimming. Fingers clenching slightly threatening to kill the magic. A single brow arched and his mouth drew into a frown. You took that as a sign to continue, to expalin and plead your case. You had been wronged, just as he had all those years ago. You hoped he would give you leniency and help you in your request. You slumped back down not caring that you were sitting in the shallow stream.

"H-he wanted a slim, tall athletic female. He likes blondes. Im not... he mated and gave her the bite. I felt it, it hurt, still aches. Then lied! The pack thinks im mad, he said i was delusional when i recited the promises he made." you held a hand to your heart absentmindedly rubbing trying to sooth the physical pain the loss caused.

"I dont care for him now. I cant but? But he had me cast out of the pack for my first heat for embarasing him. I yelled and swore at him." You uttered softly, tears welling in your eyes. You mourned. Grieved for all you had lost. A home, family, mate, a pup! A life you had always wanted. To be a mother and have your own nest to raise them in. You had longed for it, so much so youd come and seek out the forbidden sire and plead for help.

You paused for a moment before locking eyes with the sire who hovered ever closer to the almost frosted madic portal sealin him from you. He was inches from it, haveing prowled closer to hear your plea.

"He has left me alone. I... all i wanted was my own mate and pup. Now i will never... now i will be forced to birth him a pup only to have them stolen by his chosen mate once the pup has weane. And then i cannot have another to raise myself. I willnever have a child or mate or home. I am completely alone, and im begging you please, please sire if its in your power at all please grant me the ability to have a second chance. Another pup one of my own, with who i chose. A pup i may keep, please dont let my mediocre looks take what i have longed for" you whimpered, slowly drawing closer to the portal. Kneeling with your head bowed in respect understanding your precarious position, awaiting what ever he decided to do.

"Poor little one. Forsaken by your mate, your goddess and soon your pack? To think you will never be the mother you wished to be. That your form wont be used to its upmost potential." The breath hitched in your throat, heart stuttering in your chest as his words caressed your form, softly slipping over you. His eyes glazeing a bright orange only to return to the impeccable blue. The icey eyes lingered on your chest he smirked showing a single fang that seemed to elongate just to pin his own bottom lip to hos lower teeth, eyes squinting with a sultry mirth. He lapping his lower lip as if to sooth it from his own sharp fang.

"It is cruel is it not? The deciet and betrayal of one promised to you? Ruining your entire existence without a care, making there own plans for you. Useing you." Hisssing words entwined themselves into an almost soothing siren song. Pretty awful words thatheld a heavy meaning hung in the air like wisps of poison. Threatening to taint your very being.

"I know of that feeling, the bitter sorrow and painfull ache. The lonliness that eats away at your very being, blackening your heart until you are made a beast of your own burden" he paused, takeing a deeper breath tilting his head at you eyes twinkling with an odd appraisal of you. Then he blinked slow heaving a deep sigh and flicked his gaze the the edges of the portal that seperated the two off you.

"You are like me arent you little omega? Alone; Truly alone with absolutely no one to hold you close in the everlasting dakness. An unworthy mate abandoning you so callously creating nothing but a bleak empty future for you" He crouched, lowering himself bending his knees shifting his weight to his tip toes. He hesitantly pressed a palm to the frosted portals barrier just above your eyesight. You flinchted with a slight yelp, still awating some form of punish,ent for dareing to even seak him out. But he hushed you drewig your eyes back to him. His palm lied flat on the opaque surface. The portal glistened shimmering around his skin in uncomfortable crackles of glistening magic.

"Yes young one,I too am alone my sweet. Rejected by my own heart, i loved her so. Adored her from afar with a longing no mortal coild ever endure. I spent a millenina waiting, hoping praying for her to notice me." You inched closer and closer, becoming invested in his words. His legend was always spoken in hushed fearful words, yet you always wondered if there was more to the tale. It would seem there was, and he seemed willing to share the story.

The sire continued, a melancholy shrouding him a deep calming acceptance surrounded him. He looked wistfull, longing. Hurt. Your chest clenched, you knew these feelings. Though yours had not had the time to ease as his did. Yours were raw, like severed nerves stining and throbbing with each breath and beat of your broken heart. But still you listened intently, as if he may indeed have a remedy for your pain.

"And then she did, she accepted me. Laughed with me, we shared our hopes and dreams with one another. I bedded her and she turned on me when the dawn broke. She used me for her own carnal pleasure. It was a game in which i would always lose"

"She fled crying wolf, had me imprisoned after spouting her lies. And then threatened to rid herself of my seed. That is why your kind only birth one child" you gasped shaking your head as you realised he was speaking of your worshiped luna. Youd thought he had loved another before her.

"No that cant be... luna would never.." you voice trailed off, there was no way? She was good, kind, pure. She was your all mother, life bringer the one you thanked for each mateing and birth. Surely she had not twisted her tale to such a degree.

"Oh but she did. I merely ensured my childs survival by curseing her very own mother. I did nothing more then curse luna" the words held a sting, a bite that only truth could provide. You knew he was speaking the truth, revealing the lunas millenina long secret.

"Contrary to what you were taught or belive. I am not the one who limited your procreation, or any other females. Nor am i the reasonmyour life mate is the only possible partner. That was seen to by luna herself when she hastily threw her spell together forour daughter gehenna. She is terribly jealous, she made you suffer her own fate" The male shrugged before sneering. His lips curling with rage and disgust. He was sickened by the past, angered and hurt. The emotions made his eyes flare brightly once more but he didnt stop. Couldnt stop, like he finally had the chance to get this off his chest. Someone was finally willing to listen. But it didnt seem like he was trying to win you over, it was more like he was getting a release hexd craved. He was venting? You felt privileged, in a fascinated frightened kind of way.

The sire heaved a deep sigh, feeling lighter after relieving himself so thoroughly. But he managed to compose himself before you truley noticed how much he had needed that. Instead of leaving you to mull over the new rendition of the old tale he smiled weakly at you. Eyes now regarding you with a thoughtful look.

"So you see I understand your pain well child. Once we are cast aside we are said to be forever alone. Yet perhaps not? All is not lost. I could still intervene as you are untouchedby that filth luna so cruely paired you with" his words caught your attention. He could help? He could actually help you conquer your mate and pack? Free you?

"Not alone? I could? You can help me?" You asked desperation clawing at your words,with painfully raw pleading on the tip of your tongue. He spike before you could utter another word.

"Of course sweetling. You have sought me out. A kindered spirit, we have been wronged young one. A great injustice brought about by self-righteous fools that would mock us for our loving hearts, they would celebrate in our misery. Watch as we descend into the darkest depths of loathing and dispair" he grinned down at you and brought his hand to his chest dipping his head forward. You sniffled, pawing at your eyes wimpering trying to fend off the tears. But it was hard as his words resounded around you. Reiterating your fate making it a reality.

"Hush my dear, its okay. Would you like to know what ixd do for you? Yes? Oh my little darling I would see and end to that suffering before it has even truly began. It would be such a shame to let you go without the love of a pup. It would be a travesty for such a young gentle obedient omega to be denied that which she craves so desperately" you nodded with him, feeling your heart thinder in your chest. But the dread and fear coiling in your gut softened as he began cooing softly. Drawing you closer, tempting you.

"I can remove lunas selfish magic from you, allow you to be the exception to the rule. Twist the wretched restrictions thus turning the tide in your favour and gift you pups" he finally admitted offering you a empathetic look. Eyes sparkling with promise.

"You will? You can i didnt?! I wasnt sure; thank you! Thank you so much" you sobbed quietly, hanging your head crying into your hands softly as the relief washed over you.

"Ah ah, hold on a moment sweet girl. With everything there is a price, all magic has an exchange. Whats given must be taken from somewhere and there is a cost to this boon." He said quickly, tapping a finger against the portal drawing your eyes back up to him.

"Though your womb will ripen once more, it will be at the expense of your life mates own virility. Do you know what that would mean pet?" He asked gently

"Th-that Mikhail would become sterile?" You asked slowly wiping your nose and patting your eyes wanting to retain some sort of dignity and not wpbe seen as a completely pathetic child.

"Indeed. And one other thing my sweet girl. It must be me who gifts you the pups. Myself" you swore his fangs lengthened again at his admission. The sire sat still watchingnyou from his chamber, a predtory glint in his eye. Hunger of the flesh. You blinked up at him not understanding for a moment then it dawned on you.

"You? That means I'd? That we would have to?" You trailed off pointing between yourself and him. The penny dropped and you began to blush realising he meant to mate you himself. Oh god?! Sex with him? You couldnt!

"We would have to bond and mate. Just as you would have with your own mate had he not been so blind"

"But you said it was luna who made us fertile in our bond. I-if you give me fertility why would i need to?" You questioned becoming flustered. But you couldnt deny you werent entirely agaist the idea. He was a very handsome male. Godly even, beautiful and powerfull a prefect mate to protect you and you pup. He smiled shaking his head showing off his perfectly sculpted face, enjoying the way you drank in his form, this time imagening him naked.

"My sweet girl, i cannot completly remove a hex that has been bred in to you over generations. I am powerfull but even i have my limitations. I can tweak things, alter and twist the magic untill it is in your favour. I can grant you your pups, but only within a mating bond. This is the most i can offer you omega" his explanation rang out with a sense of finality putting his offer on the table so to speak.

"I? But i dont know how would we? I mean if we do... im here and your there.." you frowned still trying to figure out if he was toying with you. Afterall it was said he was a trickster. He could just be telling you what you want to hear, preying on your moment of weakness.

"Well you would have to free me my sweet female. Theres no other way around it. You have that ability, all omega do. You just need to ask. Just reach for me, let me bond you. Become my anchor in your realm and guide me through to you" he chuckled at you, half amused at you trying to poke holes in his deal and find loop holes, and half proud of his prospective omega. You were a quick thinking little thing with a good head on your shoulders

"F-free you? But... wont that be bad? You might hurt someone?" He paused, regarding you for a moment. So that was it. You were concerned he'd live up to his reputation and harm someone. It was sweet, in a sad kind of way. Your loving heart wanted to protect those around you even when they cut you so deep. He found his voice once more and began tomcrfully weave his web. He could see you giving him a future, the more he learned of you the more he needed you. You were his salvation he could taste it.

"On the contrary my sweet omega, it will be glorious. I will serve you faithfully. Not only love and cherish you but destroy all who would seek to harm my mate and children."

"You would be the mate of one of the ancient beings. All my power will be yours to command I assure you, I will reward you. Id sow my seed within you again and again untill we have our own litter. I would make us our very own safe haven, give you your own pack to rule"His silver tongue contined to work its magic, useing his words carefully making sure you knew exactly what he was offering. He'd give you a life tht others envied if only youd release him from his imprisonment.

"L-litter? More then one? You can... thats, no one ever" you uttered breathlessly. U able to think of such a thing. It was too much to hope for, but then again? It was magic. He was casting a spell, breaking a curse. So it could be possible, couldnt it?

Seeing you come around, thinking over his words and the possibilities he could make a reality he spoke once again. Building on what he had said. Painting a picture for you tempting you with a life no other omega had been blessed with.

"I will gift you your males virility, he can mate with humans over and ofer can he not? Leaving a trail of filthy half bloods? I would give you anything you asked for. I would create a family and pack just to spite our selfish life mates."

"Gift you as many pups as you like. I will see you birth twins, triplets! And i will do more then that. I will fight for you. Kill that pitiful alpha of yours and force your mate to watch as you; his denied omega become the envy of all females! bareing pup after pup.I will make you the luna, all will worship you. Even the goddess herself would watch your glory. Packs far and wide all bow to you. The single female who bore her own pack. The one beautiful omega capable of birthing sliblings" his rant became almost desperate. His eye glowing and blown wide. But even through to almost manic decleration you didnt feel threatened. No, only inspired. He was swaying you didnt seem to care. Maybe you were to lost in your own head to realise. Or maybe your pack had just crossed one line too many.

"I dont want to rule... i just want family. Pups and love" he chuckled once more, the honestly in your statment was adorable. It remided him that you were but a tiny wisp of a thing. Youd settle for a single child and tiny home. Yet he would give you the world should you free him.

"I will give that to you. I swear to you, i will cherish you as my saviour, my mate and my wife. I can make you a mother over and over. Imagine a small battalion of pups at our feet." You sighed, smiling. You could imagine that, an army of tiny feet running around you. Pudgy hands reaching for you calling out mama with happy smiling faces. You wanted that, longed for it!

"Imagine the look on your mates face when he sees you as pack luna. When he and his chosen harlot bow to you. When they spy you pregnant again, with a pup already on your hip. Imagine forcing that blonde cunt to tend to you. Watching longingly as you birth another and another while she remains bonded to a sterile 'prized' male. Imagine knowing our little secret~ that youve mated the sire of all sires. That your pups father is the most powerful of all. Imagine knowing that mate and his disrespectful whore will endure a fate they had so cruely tried to bestow upon you?" you drew a breath as the sire words grew harsh, menacing. Yet you didnt feel shame or fear. No. You felt a deep burning need.

Yes. Yes you wanted that to, not just a pup but you wanted something more. You wanted revenge. You wanted to taste a victory over the male who'd thrown you aside so quickly. Wanted to ruin him, make him pay the price. You wanted to force him to endure this painfull fear. You wanted to be in control. To taste power, to know what it felt like to be protected by a powerfull male. To birth heirs and have a bloodline. But most of all? You wanted to be vindicated. To prove yourself worthy when your pack decided you wasnt.

"I... is it bad that i want that? I want them to... to know, to get their just deserts" you uttered slowly trying to feel some guilt, or shame. Something! Anything!

"No. Its natural my girl. You want retribution, you crave for karma and fairness. And you crave justice so much you have sought out the one they fear. I commend you for it. Your bravery has touched me. I can say our bond will not be a loveless one. I dare say you'll spend a majorityof your time full of me one way or another" He grinned at you, cooing sweetly before praising you. He understood, and didnt judge. It made you relax it was as if you were asking permission. And he had granted it.

"So what do you say little one? Will you free me? Set me loose on those who have turned their back on you? Allow me to provide you with everything you are owed? Will you let me cater to your every whim for the rest of your mortal life?" The sore finally asked stareing at you in a kox of excitement and knowing. As if he already knew the answer youd give him, like he didnt need to ask properly.

"I shouldnt. They say you are silver tongued. A trickster that will twist words into fairytales to seek your own end. That you will destory our kind, run us into the ground" your voice quivered, eyes glossjng over once more as you tried to clrea your head once more. Surely you cant really be consideringnthis? It was maddness!

"Why would I destroy what i put on this earth? I created your race in lunas womb. I wont destroy it, i want to nourish it. To give it new strength. New life" he argued softly, bareing himself in the most intimate of ways. He may be coniving, hurt and so etimes bitterly cruel. But he did want to boost the race he helped sire. He never intended something born of his love to become so painfully unhappy. He sometimes regretted his first born and the suffering her creation had caused to so many. He couldnt take it back, but he could help if given the chance. This was his chance.

"You wont cast me aside?" You whispered to him, barely letting out a sound. Frightened he'd only toy with you and throw you aside. You were hurt and afraid of being used again.

"Absolutly not. I will make you a shinning beacon to all. You will remain by my side. I swear on gehennas memory. On the blood even." The conviction in his words sounded true. But you couldnt held doubt them. Mikhail had been convincing, whats to say you wouldnt fall for another males bluff once more?

"Look at me omega" you did. Snappingnyour gaze to the stern male. He looked frightfull, lips a thin line brows furrowed. Yet there was a softness to his eyes. Something sincere and almost pained, he looked hurt. Pleading almost? Like he just wanted someone to trust in him.

"I make an oath to you. Release me and you will not know loneliness, or pain or suffering again. Accept me as your mate, i will see to the rest" you sat still for a moment, debating the stories of this creature. He was said to be deceitful, to have lied and bedded the luna and curse her for daring to fall pregnant against his wishes.

But it would seem it was the luna who had been deceitful. She had lied, twisted the tale and she was to reason for the mating bonds restrictions. A mistake in a hasty spell within the blood fucking over generations of females.

You flicked your gaze to the male before you. His hand splayed on the barrier a hopeful look on his face. Without even pausing to think of the unforseen consequences you brought a hand to his. In that moment all you saw was a male willing to save you from a miserable loveless existence. A male who promised protection and something similar to love. And right now with your broken spirit he was the lesser of two evils. He was a chance to create your own future, and youll take it.

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Pairing: Black!reader x Dark!Alpha Syverson

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Oh! Chyyyy lemme gone head and check this outcha

Captain Syverson & August Walker in the viking era (part 1?)

ok i just love a good old viking headcanon. I cannot stop imagining a bunch of my favourite characters in the viking era, totally feral and just fucking all the time sjdjsjd.

Henrys characters fit perfect for this era with their gruff beefy look. also this turned out kinda soft??? anyways enjoy!!

might do a part 2 if anyone is interested, just let me know! readers body type and ethnicity isnt described.

No warning, but mentions of smut, everything is consensual even though it may not seem it lol.

Captain Syverson

Sy grew up on a farm with his mother and father. he'd definitely be of Norwegian heritage. a farm boy at heart, grew up to be a fierce warrior after his parents were killed. Everyone feared The Captain, rumors spread like wildfire, to the point people thought he was sent from the Gods, or that he was a warrior god himself. he'd sail the seas around the world raiding, pillaging and trading. but deep down he was a romantic at heart and a traditional man. He longed for devoted love, a love he saw in his parents. He waited for a long time before he would finally meet you. because deep down, he wanted to go back to the farm, live a peaceful life as a husband to his wife and a father to his children.

eventually he would meet you, a woman who was taken from her home to be a slave to a king in Sweden. As he was pillaging the town to kill the king, he saw you in a farm house, a man was trying to assault you. Sy struck his sword through the man and he fell to the ground. You was wearing a light blue long-sleeved top with a brown skirt, but oh you were so beautiful. It was love at first sight even when the reader punched Sy in the face and ran away from the town into the forest. Sy knew from there that the reader was to be his wife.

Half the time Sy was feral, it was the only thing that could get him through the raids. He could let his inner beast come through. A couple of days later, trying to find you, he saw you washing yourself by a waterfall. He hid behind a big rock so he could watch you. He watched as you were drying your hair off, your body sun-kissed by the summer sun. He felt his cock harden as he looked your ass and breasts, so plumb and his for the taking.

As he came into view, you gasped as you saw him. He looked at you up and down, taking in your nakedness. Your breasts hardened at the cool wind blowing, but also because of the giant man staring at you. Your pussy on display, he wanted to taste you so bad.

Before you know it he has you pinned down, you let out a startled scream as he nuzzled his face into your neck, smelling your sweet scent. You knew this was wrong, you did not know this man, but something about it felt good. He was huge, while his hands were rough, touching you everywhere, even your most private areas which you blushed and looked away. His touch was still soft.

"W-what do you want from me?" You asked, unsure what to do. "Need you" Sy mumbled into your neck. "Please" You hear him whisper. Next thing you know you are being pounded into the dirt. You moan and scream to the point you are afraid someone will hear, his balls slap against your ass with each thrust. His broad thick hairy body wraps around your body. His pubic hair rubbing against your clit. You were so aroused that it didn't even hurt when he slid in, taking your virginity and filling you up with his seed. Oh there was a lot of seed, to the point you thought this was unusual. But you did not care, you were so far gone and the sexiest man was above you fucking and breeding you to the halt.

August Walker

August Walker, known as the king of Denmark to the people, was a Noble and commanding king, but harsh and silent. He was dominating, successfully winning every raid and war. other kings and queens were afraid of him. no one dared to disobey him. Many wandered if this man was even capable of love, because all they saw was a murderous man who got what he wanted every time.

He grew up with a cruel father, who would beat him and his mother after coming home drunk every night. After he killed his own father, August looked after his mother when she grew sick. Ever since her death he has always been alone.

Until one day.

In the middle of a raid, August all bloodied from the killing, saw a woman fighting off men as young girls and boys were standing behind her terrified. The woman was striking, and fierce. Never holding down even though he could see the exhaustion on your face and body. Oh your body. He could not see your curves due to the armor, but he knew you were beautiful, that made his cock harden.

after a successful raid, sitting at the high table in front of his warriors and civilians alike, they celebrated. you face appeared and he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Never has he felt this way before, he couldn't quite put his finger on what he was feeling, lust?, romance? maybe both? who knows. Only thing he knew certain off was that he wanted you in his bed that night. Upon meeting him, you were stubborn. You heard the rumors about this man. He fucked anything that moved and he killed anyone that pissed him off. Your attitude shocked him as no one treated him in such a manner, but it just made him want you more. You both did not leave the bedroom for 3 days. August lay awake as you cuddled him from the side. He looked at you, thinking of a life he could have with you, but for the type of man he is, he did not think he deserved such a life. But over time you proved him otherwise, with your stubborn nature, you brought four daughters and a son to the world who were equally stubborn. Now he cannot picture a life without the six of you. promising himself he will be a better father than what his own father was.

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Little One

Alpha!Geralt x Omega!Reader

Omegaverse!AU

Summary: After all of his friends moved on, Geralt used to be alone. But not anymore.

After settling down into the cottage, you and Geralt could finally relax.

It was nice seeing Geralt so calm. You were worried for your mate, as he was so used to always being on the move and fighting. Then suddenly one day he decided to just stop, it was very random but he saw the abandoned cottage as a sign.

And now, now you were expecting your first child.

Geralt took the potion he got and once he was only a human for an entire day, he didn't waste any time. He wanted to be sure his seed took. And it certainly did. 

Now, here he was, worried beyond belief. 

Protecting you from even a leaf. 

Geralt made sure the house was perfect while you made sure the nest you built for your baby is perfect. It was made out of the softest clothes and feathers. You even sew pieces of cloths you found around the house for a blanket.

Geralt loved watching you build your nest. He couldn't wait until your baby will finally be there. Geralt watched your stomach grew day after day, his Witcher senses coming in handy, he heard the baby's heart beat as strong as it should. And his Alpha side, that side was so proud and nervous at the same time. Proud that his Omega was filled with his child and nervous because he didn't know anything about children. 

You had to reassure your Alpha that it was okay, and that will be okay. But that didn't mean that Geralt didn't spend nights thinking about it. 

But on the night your Little One decided to finally arrive, Geralt was sleeping like a log. He had been up all day preparing the newest stable he built for Roach. So now, he was exhausted, snoring as he slept.

You woke up to an uncomfortable pain in your stomach. You thought your baby was only kicking, but a few minutes later, the pain hit again, this time it was stronger. 

You heard that labour could go on for hours even days, so you got out of bed and decided to walk a little, not wanting to wake Geralt up unless it was time. It was rather chilly outside but you had a warm blanket around you.

"What are you doing?" Geralt asked when he found you sitting outside on a bench. "It is time, isn't it? I feel you are in pain, Omega. Is it the child?"

You only nodded and Geralt moved to be next to you, his hand on your stomach, he trained months for this, to help you give birth. Yet, here he was, nervous as a child, but he didn't let that show. You'd feel it too and he didn't want that, you are going through enough as is.

"Let me know when it's time and we will go inside, I don't think the cold helps here."

"I-I know, Alpha, it's just... I'm scared." you admitted as you moved closer to him and hugged him.

"I know. But it will be okay, My Omega. I'm here, and I will help, just like we practised." Geralt was overwhelmed with feelings. Witcher's were not supposed to feel anything yet here he was. Having to not only have his feelings inside but also yours.

You nodded and let out a deep sigh.

An hour later, both of you moved into the house, sitting by the warm fireplace, you let out long, deep breaths. 

"I think...It's time." you told Geralt who stopped gathering things he will need and moved over to you.

"Okay. Let's push."

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The cries of your baby were something you were relieved to hear. You felt disgusting, covered in sweat, but it was over. You finally have your child. 

"You did so well, Y/N. It's a boy." Geralt said as he cleaned up his son.

"Let me hold him." you stretched out your arms and Geralt gave him to you. "Hello, Little One. You are so beautiful." While you focused on the baby, Geralt cleaned you and the room up before moving to help you to bed again.

Your baby was perfect. Had a head full of hair, beautiful blue eyes, which you learned was the same colour as Geralt's eyes were before he became a Witcher

Your Alpha was holding you in his arms while you held your son. It was a moment of pure love. Just as the sun came up, your little family was perfect.

"What should we name him?" you asked.

"Darin." Geralt answered.

"Darin." you said testing the name. "Our little Darin." you smiled and looked at the baby who was now sleeping.

You felt Geralt tighten his hold around you as he thought back to the day he met you. Although the two of you had a rocky start, both of you were now finally happy.

Just as everything should be the Alpha found his Omega, two souls finally one.

The End

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this little series! Read the other parts here.

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Alpha!Bucky

His favorite position is missionary with your knees pushed up to your chest. He likes this because he can see the bulge in your belly and he can watch his cock glide in and out of your tight, hot cunt. “Look at you Bunny, told ya it would fit.”

You can’t even breathe because each stroke feels like he’s ripping you in two and fuck it’s beyond incredible. You don’t even care that you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow. He just has to keep fucking you.

When you get close and your walls try to keep him inside you, clenching and fluttering around him, he places his weight on his forearms and kisses you, soft and tender. “I love you bunny.” Bucky places his forehead on yours, his deep blue eyes gazing down at you. “But I’m going to fuck you like I don’t”

And his hips snap into yours so hard, his cock plunging so deep inside you that you feel him everywhere. He does it again, harder, deeper, faster you can’t believe he’s so deep, fuck he’s lifting your hips, pushing your knees apart to thrust even deeper until you make noises you never thought were possible.

Alpha!Steve

Steve is a nurturing alpha, he loves to care for his little omega. He won’t admit it but hearing your little chirps whenever you’re happy is what fuels him. The only sounds better Nothing does more for his pride than to see you fucked out and sated every day.

As much as he worships your pussy. Damn, he loves how well you learned to take him. He only has to growl in your ear or look at you a certain way and you get so wet, the sweet scent of your arousal makes him feral. And to think you had almost run away when you first saw how large he was.

There’s one more place he going to ruin.

Steve wants to see your face when he takes the last of your innocence.

Your small hands cling to his broad shoulders as he grips your waist, his thumbs digging into your soft skin. Your wide eyes are on him but he’s concentrating on not rutting into you like the beast he is.

Steve lines himself up with your ass, the wide smooth head of his cock smoothes over your puckered hole.

You gasp, a startled little noise that has his eyes flickering up to yours. A low soothing growl emits from his chest. “You can take it, sweetheart.”

You can and you will. He’s prepped you for weeks now. The urge to fill every hole, to claim every hole in your body as his has become unbearable. “Hold on, sweetheart,” he purrs and he eases you down his cock, you feel a tiny pop as he breaches your body.

You’ve never felt anything quite like this, the stinging pain has you clawing at his shoulder. “Shh, you can handle it, I know you can, relax for me, little one.” The soft command has your tense body going limp.

He’s not even close to halfway in and you feel so full, stretched and oh-oh god, his thick cock eases in another inch, and something sparks inside you. Pleasure overriding the pain as he moves deeper inside you, the strange sensation is so good your pussy throbs, slick dripping down his thighs.

He pulls back and you feel it again, stronger, more intense. He pauses, his hands curving tighter around your waist and he pushes back in, nearly all the way this time.

Steve studies your face, his eyes drinking in the way your lips part, your eyes lashes fluttering shut as he rolls your hips down. Fuck, there’s no way he would have missed seeing you fall apart like this.

Next time, he gets harder at the thought of being in your ass again, yeah next time he’s taking you on your hands and knees, he’s going to make you beg for it. He’s going to fill your pussy and ass until you’re leaking and then he’s going to fuck all of it back into you until your tight little holes are bulging and dripping.

The image of you trembling in your nest full of his hot thick cum has him thrusting into you. His thumb brushes over your clit so softly as he starts to fuck your ass so good you see stars.

You must have whimpered because he’s smirking at you. “There’s my sweet girl, told you were going to love me fucking your tight ass.”

“Now you’re going to learn to take every inch.”

Alpha!Clark

Clark has an innocence and size kink. So he loves to dress you in a cute summer dress, lips painted with a deep shade of red. And then he wants you on your knees. You look so small and dainty in this position with your hands on his thighs, head tilted back and your eyes on him.

You’re never allowed to look away, he wants to see your mascara run down your face as you suck him into your warm, wet mouth

Sometimes he'll start off slow, guiding his cock past your lips letting you savor his salt-tinged taste, his impressive weight pushing your tongue down. Other times, he'll cradle your head so gently and then ram his cock down your throat. Making you choke and gag until tears are streaming down your face.

He always praises you for making him feel so good. Telling you how only you can do this, how you're so perfect.

And you love it, the way his deep voice gets breathy, his words slurred together as you take him deeper into your mouth. When his thighs tense under your hands, you know he's close, all it takes is one deep moan as you suck harder and a few soft tugs on his balls and your tough alpha is grunting your name.

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Big grumpy bear (FIN)

Summary: He’s grumpy. You are sweet. A match made in heaven.

Pairing: Alpha!Walter Marshall x OmegaReader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, grumpy alpha, scenting, mating, implied claiming, light smut (unprotected), needy/demanding reader, fluff,

Catch up here: Big grumpy bear (5)

Big grumpy bear masterlist

Now, …

‘Distance makes the heart grow fonder.’ That’s what people say. But in your case, it’s the opposite. You want to be closer to Walter. 

If you had the chance to wrap yourself around the alpha like a Koala, you’d do it all day long. 

Walter barely gets the chance to leave the bed without you making a scene. Your post-heat haze is still lingering in the back of your mind, and all you want is to stay close to your…alpha.

One week earlier, …

You crawl under the blanket, smirking as Walter is still asleep. Today you’ll get what you want. This time you won’t let him out of your clutches. He won’t resist you, not if you put your hands on him first.

“Omega, what are you doing,” Walter fights your hands. After he nursed you back to life, you became more confident around him. Now you are tugging at his boxers to get him bare. “Y/N…what?”

“I want my alpha,” you purr under the blanket. “you’ve got a nice cock, alpha.” You hum in appreciation. “I want it.”

“What?” He laughs as you crawl on top of him and poke your head out from under the blanket. “Y/N, we will take our time.”

“No, I want it now,” you wiggle on top of Walter. “I want your knot, and I want it…no, I demand your knot.” You purse your lips. 

“You want it?” He cups your cheek. “How about you get it then, hmm…? Take it, omega. Sit on top of your alpha and ride him. Make yourself cum.”

“No…I…” you wrinkle your nose. “I want you on top of me, and for you to scent me. Maybe you can nip at my neck or bite it. Hmm…can we do it without protection? Are you clean? I’m on birth control…”

“Fuck it!”

You squeak as Walter suddenly rolls you over. He crushes his lips against yours, roughly claiming your mouth. “Walter,” you breathe against his lips. “Alpha.”

He settles between your legs to rub his aching cock against you. “Do you want me?” He groans when you move your hand between your bodies to stroke his cock. “Angel, don’t do this to me.” His voice sounds strained. “Please.”

“I want you,” you purr lowly. Heat pools in your belly feeling the alpha so close, and his arousal. “Please, big bear. Make me yours.”

He cups your face and kisses you again. You don’t know if you are dreaming or not. It feels like you’re floating when Walter cups the back of your head and looks you in the eyes while teasing your entrance with his weeping cock. “I want you too.”

Your heart flutters. Not only at his admission but the feeling of his massive cock slowly inching its way inside of your body. “Yes!” 

“You’re mine,” he slams one fist into the pillow. “Only mine! No one can have you.”

“Oh fuck!” Your hands shoot to his head to bring Walter down for another kiss. He moans against you. “You’re so tight for me.”

“You’re…huge…and throbbing and I…” You whimper. “You ruined my poor pumpum! This means you must claim me.” 

“Your pumpum?” Walter hides his face in your neck, laughing loudly. “God, I love you, angel. You’re so cute and even with my cock inside of you, you’re babbling cute nonsense.”

“I wanna be yours. Please.”

“You’re already mine.” He throbs inside of you, reading to ruin you even more. “I will split this cunt open some more with my swelling knot. After, you are going to be full of my seed. I’m going to breed you every night and make you round. Everyone will know you’ve got claimed.”

You wrap your legs and arms around Walter’s body. He’s much bigger than you, but you are stronger than you look. Holding tight onto him like a Koala you look him straight in the eyes. “I bet we can ruin your bed.”

“Oh, sweet angel. I’m going to break the fucking bed with you,” he growls and grabs the headboard with one hand. Walter digs his knees into the mattress and smirks down at you. “Hold tight, this is going to be a wild ride.”

You giggle and hold even tighter onto Walter as he starts moving his hips. He laughs when you make squeaking noises with every deep thrust. The alpha keeps his promise. He uses all of his strength to fuck you straight into the mattress.

“My grumpy bear,” you scream and moan all the while rocking your hips. “Yes…fuck…oh…you are going to break my coochie.”

“Did I break you or your poor coochie,” Walter looks up from between your legs. He insisted on kissing your sore pussy better. “Aw, she looks sweet and perfect.”

Walter places a searing kiss on your pussy lips. “Walter…no…you are going to break her for real!” You try to push him off your cunt with your foot. “Please.”

“Hmmm…she’s all mine. But you are right,” he purrs and crawls back on top of you. “I should give her a break. One week of non-stop fucking is too much for my poor omega.”

You smile dopily when he pecks your temple. “I wanna rest now. I’m so tired.”

“Come here, angel,” he rolls onto his back, taking you with him. “Snuggle into your grumpy bear’s chest…”

Now, ...

“Y/N, we got to go back to work,” Walter sighs as you cling to him. “Together.” He adds. “I talked them into giving me an office closer to yours. You can visit me during lunch break, or I’ll visit my omega.”

He drops his eyes to your neck to admire the mark he left. 

“It’s a perfect mark, alpha,” you coo, and pat his cheek. “Everyone will know we belong together. Especially Rachel will know that you are my big grumpy bear from now on.”

“I was your big grumpy bear from the moment I laid eyes on you for the first time…”

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[laketaj24]

Marked II

Author’s Note: Hello, people! I hope all is well out there! Here is a second part of Marked! I hope that you enjoy it! Let me know what you think! My taglist, requests are open, but I’m slow with the writing here lately. I apologize!

Pairings: Alpha!Henry Cavill x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Dub!Con, Masturbation, Omegavers, Smut 

Henry Cavill M A S T E R L I S T

The room smelled of fresh pine, maple syrup, and eggs, a delightful thing to wake up to in your own house and not a stranger’s. You shift beneath the red covers, sitting up in the bed and staring at the plate in front of you. Henry had cooked; there was no walk of shame when breakfast was involved. “About time, you woke up.” The groveled voice of Henry sent sensations down your body, last night still lingered down your body. The kisses on your thighs, the bite mark on your chest. Everything raged for him.

“I didn’t mean to stay the night.” But you were not going to apologize, the sheets were soft, the food was hot, and so the hell was he. The plate called your name, and you answered, picking up the white plate with a blue rim and the fork.

“I don’t mind, I called into work, had some other things I wanted to do.” Henry cocked his thick brow and smiled. “You seemed to sleep pretty well.”

“Yeah.” You started with the bacon, savoring the sweet and salty flavor before clearing your throat. There was no doubt something in you had changed in one night. “So, where do we start?”

“I’m sorry?” He looked confused, but you were not convinced.

“You bit me…” The oversized shirt hung from your shoulder, already making it easy for you to show him the bit mark mid-chest. “Called me… omega,” You swallowed the remaining bits of your bacon.

“That’s what you are, omega.” Henry was a well-toned type of animal, his muscles flexed with each move he made, and he was bulk. And now, for some reason, the only thing you could think when he was near you was how his weight would feel on top of you.

“I don’t know what that is, and nor do I want to hear about it. I want a formal apology for you biting me, and I want you to put on a damn shirt.”

“Am I bothering you?”

“Yes.” You started on the eggs, closing your eyes as you savored the first bite swirling with butter and just the right amount of seasonings. “Thanks for breakfast.”

“You’re welcome.” He shook his head. “Get some clothes on, pet.”

“Pet?”

“Yep.” He turned from the room and headed down the hallway that seemed narrow in comparison to him. “You have a few minutes to get dressed, and we are leaving.”

“To go?”

“Hurry up,” Henry added.

 It was odd being across the street from your own home but dressing somewhere else. He had been nifty while you slept, using your keys to get clothes from you all the while hiding them from you so you could not go home. You hopped quickly in the shower, equipped with a glass door. It was evident that he was watching; you could not determine if you were pissed or happy to put on a show.  The soaps appeared to be all-natural, the smell of the oils hitting your nose, adding a sense of calm to everything, even though you were anything but calm.

Henry had chosen another dress; you pandered between it being easy to access or the sight of your legs, being the reason why he chose them. Either way, you put on the ivory dress garnished with pink and yellow flowers with a smile, this dress made you think of home. There was no hope to comb your hair; he wouldn’t have known the right supplies anyhow. He waited stoically on the bed as you dressed, admiring you as a wolf would his prey, eyes narrowed and tongue sliding across his lips.

“See something you like.”

He chuckled. “That cocky attitude has to disappear before we head to the Den.”

“The Den.”

“You’ll see.” He stood from the bed, revealing the simple outfit he’d chosen for himself. A white t-shirt the clenched onto those muscles like a glove and dark denim jeans that perfectly hugged his ass. Damn if you weren’t near salivating yourself. “Come on.”

 The Den, it was nowhere near the one-way street downtown, like everything else. It was ‘up the way,’ as he said three or four times when you asked Henry. He liked to sing, though every note was offkey; you wanted to watch him do it. He had not one care in the world other than you, and one day in or not, it was more than any of the other men you dated had to offer. The windows were down, and the woody smell only grew stronger the further you drove down the backroad.

“I shouldn’t trust you this much, you know?”

“And why not?” Henry glanced from the road to meet your eyes.

“You could be a killer.”

“I would have killed you already if I were a killer.”

“Some wolves like to play with their food.” You quipped.

“Touché.”

The Den appeared in your view; it was an ominous as you pictured. A cabin-like bar with people standing outside around fire pits. Country. You liked the aesthetic, wasn’t precisely sure if you wanted to be a part of it. He opened the door for you, taking your hand in his to help you step out of the truck.

“Henry.” The hulk of a man walked over to the two of you, burly and covered with hair.

“Jason.” He smiled.

“Omega.” He bit his lip, “She is nearly in heat.”

“I know,” Henry whispered as he walked towards the door, he left you standing alone while he started to converse with Jason.

Every free eye in the area was on you, and the whispers had started. “Scared?” The friendly voice startled you, but he was there to catch you, chocolate eyes met yours as soon as you found your balance.

“No, for what…” You shrugged. “I don’t know these people.”

“But they know you, omega.”

“Okay… what the fuck is an omega?”

“Well, you’ve been marked.” He pointed at the bite mark on your chest. “Your scenting too.”

“Get the fuck away from her.” Henry barked, and the guy scrambled away with his hands up. “Why didn’t you come with me?”

“You left me standing here!” You growled. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

They all looked as if you had broken the law, disgruntled and in awe, everyone but Henry. “You have a fucking cub’s mouth.”

“Cub? Look fucker and all of your equally fucked up friends…”

“She needs training.”

“Enough, Y/N.” Henry was in front of you in a few seconds, he pulled at your arm moving you up the steps and into The Den. And the inside appeared not to be what you thought, there wasn’t a dancefloor, a stage or even a full bar. There was a small bar, no dance floor, just a long hallway leading to a few different rooms.

“Henry.” You whispered.

“Shut up.” He answered once you were to the room. He pushed you inside, and there was nothing fancy about the place, just a bed.

“Why am I here?”

“Because,” he touched your neck. You’d started sweating. The drip was on his fingertips and took them in his mouth, closing his eyes and then growling. “You’re mine.”

“Bullshit excuse, and also no the fuck I’m not.”

“I marked you.” Henry touched your chest. “I made sure the entire pack knew to fuck off…”

“Pack? Omega.”

“Yeah, piece it together.” He moved towards you, shrouding you in his height, his presence in general. His eyes flickered amber, and those beautiful canines made their appearance.  Henry had made the thing known; he took what he wanted. He delved his fingers under the line of your panties and groaned. Why the fuck did you go weak when he was around you? They pulled the delicate fabric, and his teeth nipped at your neck. His tongue swiped the sweat, and you felt him hard behind you, instinctively you pushed your ass on him, and to your surprise, he stepped back.

“Since you have no fucking manners, I’ll make you wait.”

The sunset after a few hours, the golden hue of the room faded into the dark, and the only thing that could genuinely be heard was the rustle of the leaves outside the window door along with the occasional bustle of laughter from the men outside. It was no light, or at least you could not find one, you even clapped twice with hopes it would trigger the lights to come on, but there was nothing, just darkness. There was an innate part of you that wanted to try to break down the door and run, but from the looks of the guys in the house, they would not have allowed that to pass unnoticed.

There was no service in the god forbidden place, any call you’d tried would not even ring. You’d given up two hours ago, but your phone had not been rendered useless yet. Music was your only comfort in the place.

The smell of honeysuckles was prominent, a scent that you hadn’t smelled in years. The sweet floral scent was soothing; you stretched out on the bed, parting your legs.  Hunger. It had been a while since you truly valued yourself, took the time to give yourself pleasure. This was good as time as any. Your fingers start first exploring the smooth slope of your legs, the curves and dimples all accentuated by the slow pace you’d made for yourself. You’d enjoy yourself, even if he didn’t want to.

You were already wet, pushing your legs together for a moment, and you had drenched your panties and tossed them aside. Moments of last night flashed before your eyes, Henry had a way about him, that fucking muscled body over yours was the first. He had a way of commanding what he wanted, and he hadn’t said one fucking word. You traced over the sore areas of your thighs, the place he’d been anchored in for half the night, and then to your pussy. You were swollen at the thought, pulsing for him. You dipped your fingers into yourself, noticing how you dripped down the curve of your ass without even starting. Fuck.

The slim fingers plunged into you, and you moaned. Fuck, you should have been doing this from the start. The melodic sounds of the Summer Walker filled your ears; Girls Need Love fuck the words the song gave a feeling that was unmoved. Your nipples hardened against your bra, feeling fuller as you gripped them with your free hand and plunged back into your pussy with the other. Your walls were tighter, hungrier than you’d ever noticed. You slipped out, and you wasted no time pressing them upon your clit, rubbing in planned circles. If your clit was a safe, you knew the combination to get you where you needed to be.

Maybe you didn’t notice the door open because your eyes snapped shut, perhaps you didn’t give a fuck who saw you, but the bed dipped down as Henry sat at the edge of it. You couldn’t stop, him being around made it mandatory that you came. You rode your fingers, pushing them back into you, winding your waist before finding a rhythm that suited you.

You didn’t halt when you felt him in between your legs, the heat building as you worked harder, and then it boiled over when his long tongue met your clit. You came, the cum gushed out of you, and your head swirled. The bed was wet, but Henry didn’t seem to mind. He leaned closer, sucking at your clit and then lapping up the sweet slick that came from you. You knew now that the distinct earthy smell was him, as it intensified the closer he got.

His inhaled. “Making you mine was the easy part.” He said.

“You didn’t ask.” You said through labored breath before yelping again.

“An alpha doesn’t ask an omega. He claims her… is that not what you want?”

“I want to know more about you,” Your confession was drenched in lust, your fingers pulled at the curls in his head.

“You’re so sweet Y/N.” He sucked at your clit again, this time riling you to nearly cum again just from that, but he didn’t. You were wound tight, nerves tingled throughout your whole body, and all you wanted was to have him inside you again. Henry cupped your breasts, squeezing them to near pain and then releasing.

You sucked air through your teeth as he moved over the mark on your chest, and only moans can escape after. He tugged at your nipples, twisting, and edging the pain, then he would stop. Lap the juices from your pussy up again and laugh when you whimpered in defeat. He infuriated you.

“Don’t you want me to fuck you, Y/N.”

“Please.” Was it proper to beg, plead for this man to give you what you wanted? “Please, Henry. Fuck.”

In response, he hovers over you and plants a soft kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself; the sweetness resembles the same honeysuckles that had filled the air. What the fuck was going on? His mouth brushed down to your taut nipples, the beard tickling while he sucking at them for a moment, and then his teeth made an appearance biting until you squirmed away and then moving to the next. “I want to mark you again.” He whispered. “I want every fucking person in that room over there to know that this sweet pussy is mine.”

“Do it.” You moaned.

He grinned down at you; the sly smile was full of satisfaction and a carnal lust you’d never experienced. “I will, pet.” He pushed your legs further apart and found the spot that suits him well. He had on no pants, the heat of his heavy cock hung right on your thigh, there was no patience in you. You reached down, taking the weighted cock in your hand then lined him up to enter you, one hard stroke would be all it took to get there.

“Fuck me.” You begged. “Please.”

Henry obliged, thrusting into you so hard the headboard knocked back in response. The mewl that came from you only ignited him more. He slammed into you again and again. It was a moot point to beg for harder or faster because he knew when you wanted it. His pace was untamed, animalistic as he pinned your hands above your head and fucked you.

“Please, don’t stop.” You panted on the precipice of another orgasm. You’d lay beneath him all day and get fucked if it felt this exhilarating. “Please.”

Henry didn’t stop; he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to. Never had he been inside someone that fit him this perfectly. He wanted to mark you again, make you know he was serious when he said you were his. He flipped you on top of him, and he slipped out. You were so wet it was hard not to slip out. He didn’t mind. He liked it.

You didn’t pause the fucking, mounting him and placing your hands on his chest to anchor you. You bounced on him watching that perfect mouth form an O each time you sunk and took more of him than he thought you could make. He pushed the limits fucking you back, and all you could do was throw your head back and take it all.

His moans were louder now; he gripped your hips, guiding you over his cock, he wanted this to last longer, fuck you until you couldn’t stand was his goal since you could handle it. Your pussy clenched around him like a velvet glove, and a scream erupted from you. He was swelling; you loved it when he got bigger. You didn’t even think that it was fucking possible, and here he was fucking growing harder, longer, and bigger inside of you.

“You want this cum in you, pet?”

You shook your head vigorously riding the high of your climax, plus the way he felt inside of you when he came was unexplainable. “Please.”

Henry slammed up into you, knocking you forward so that you were on his chest. He loved to grip your ass to make you meet his strokes. He was fucking you faster, growling like the animal he had grown to be with you, and then it happened again. His cock swelled, he locked into you, and he came with a carnal noise that triggered you again. Fuck he was perfect if this was what it meant to be marked… then you wanted it every fucking day.

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