#alpha is weirdly tall

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Loving all of this. Galaxy brain content for real! Alpha-17 is the tallest and broadest. 6ft 7 to anyone else's 6ft 6.

every time i read a fic where cody is taller than obi-wan i take another inch off his height. 

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Be as it must 💜 Part 3

“Is there more to learn about you, Jungkook?”

PAIRING: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega(f)reader

SUMMARY: You try to resist the CEO's charms, but it's hard... At least until the other shoe drops.

WORD COUNT: 8.9 k

GENRE: ABO, strangers to lovers, fated lovers, smut

RATING: R (explicit)

WARNINGS: tension and teasing, and angst

A.N. A huge thank you to @moonleeai for the beta read💜 This was never supposed to be so long, but I'm a fan of making the reader fall in love too... Before the bomb drops 💣 Enjoy 😉

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You thought getting kidnapped would be the most bizarre experience you had ever been through, but it seemed like CEO Jeon Jungkook had other thoughts.

If it wasn’t weird that you entered his gigantic Seoul building while unconscious and tied up, it had to be that you exited escorted by the man himself, right into a car that you had only ever seen on television. You shrunk into the back seat, not only feeling weird with the surrounding spacious, immaculate leather, but with the fact that beyond the smoked glass, the CEO was telling something to the driver before he got inside the car.

You refused to look back to confirm whether the CEO had stayed put, watching you go; instead, you closed your eyes and heaved a deep sigh. It was outlandish that you wanted to turn around and see him there, as if you needed reassurance, when in truth, he was part of the problem.

You thought the weirdness would end there, which led you to look outside the window and see the tall buildings reflecting the city lights as the car moved. He was your boss, after all. If anything, he did need you to deal with the American consortium negotiations. And you trusted his word; he said you could leave once it was all said and done, so you weren’t a prisoner.

But you did not expect what he had planned for you.

“CEO Jeon has asked me to convey to you that he means to assure your comfort,” the man, Seung Ji-Young, said after introducing himself as the CEO’s driver and assistant, looking at you through the rearview mirror. You raised an eyebrow. “Given the circumstances, he has made arrangements to have a series of boutiques welcome you so you may relax and feel right at home.”

Your forehead creased as you took a glance at the time displayed on the dashboard, “At this hour?”

“Of course.”

You blinked, glancing again — 20:25. You shook your head, “Why would I need clothes? Unless—” You leaned forward, “What happened to my luggage?”

“We have it, rest assured.”

You couldn’t stop frowning at the weirdness of it all, “Right.”

“If there is somewhere else you’d like to go to relax, like a spa, it is not a problem. I’ve been instructed to drive you wherever you’d like.”

Your lips became an uneasy line, “No, I’m fine.”

The man nodded as he drove with a serious demeanor, “Then may I suggest a Michelin star—”

“No,” you interrupted swiftly, afraid that his offers would never stop. “Just— Just take me home— I mean, where I’m supposed to sleep.”

“Certainly.”

You groaned mutely and rubbed your eyes; now, even you were talking weirdly. But could anyone blame you after everything that had happened?

You stayed quiet as the car drove smoothly through narrower and narrower streets. Despite trusting what the CEO had said, you couldn’t help the uneasiness twisting your guts.

Finally, the car entered an underground garage and you were able to breathe. Mr Seung circled the car to get your small luggage from the back, including your handbag, and you bowed in relief, finding in it all your very important documents and belongings. It certainly comforted you enough to follow Mr Seung across the parking lot and into the elevator with a renewed sureness that you were not a prisoner.

“Would you like to go straight to your suite or take a look at the amenities first?”

His voice was as gentle as ever, and you tried to offer him a small smile, “Straight to bed would be best.” He pressed the keypad to select the 48th floor, and you frowned again, “Shouldn’t I check in first?”

“You mean with the concierge? No, he’s aware of your presence and available 24 hours in case you need anything.”

Your mouth opened, but you quickly closed it; maybe the CEO owned an apartment. That would justify why you weren’t at a hotel right now. You honestly didn’t care as long as you could put that day behind you.

The final straw took form in the quiet, gentle explanation of Mr Seung, “The amenities at your disposal include the residence lounge, gym, movie theater, swimming pool and spa. The latter includes a sauna, whirlpool, jet bath, and steam room at any hour, while the massages and skin and body treatments are available during the day. Of course, given the circumstances, a call can be made to arrange any treatment of your preference within the hour. Anything from a massage to a mud bath can be arranged; please don’t hesitate.”

You nodded respectfully while you screamed in your head — why was this happening? You just wanted your head to hit the pillows. The exhaustion taking over your mind was rendering you out of order, yet that ahjussi was so nice. Why was it all so hard?

“Ah, here we are,” he said as the elevator came to a stop gently with a sweet voice announcing the floor over the speakers. 

You exited the elevator first, though you waited for Mr Seung to indicate to you which of the two doors was intended for you and to type the code in.

Once the door opened, you entered and braced yourself with eyes so wide they were twice the size. The stairs to your left indicated you were in a duplex penthouse, but it was the open concept of the space that floored you. Oak herringbone floors expanded into a panoramic view through floor-to-ceiling windows from one side of the building to the other. The soft touches of the white furniture and long couch in the living room extended into the dining room with a long glass table with an exorbitant vase of flowers that brought a heart stopping pop of color.

You blinked, befuddled, at the luxury surrounding you, and Mr Seung passed by you to indicate the next room, “There is the kitchen, should you need to arrange something, and a private terrace for your enjoyment as well.”

You glanced over the natural stone tops in shades of pure white matching the cabinets and circled the island to check what he was talking about. The view continued on that side of the building, leaving you speechless. From that high, the world looked small. It was as if that place was out of touch with reality.

“But perhaps you’d like to see the guest suite,” he smiled, and you just nodded.

You followed him back towards the staircase, ready to pick up your luggage, when he waved at a paper on the foyer table.

“CEO Jeon wanted you to know the password so you can make use of the apartment as you please. He’s also asked me to inform you that everything is at your disposal, including all snacks and beverages.”

You blinked, trying to keep up through the stupor, “How did he have time to fill up the pantry?”

You were wondering more to yourself, but Mr Seung chuckled, “We do it for him, of course. He particularly likes shrimp crackers, but I’m sure he won’t mind if you take some.”

You could only frown as though the information was odd. Mr Seung grabbed your luggage and started his way up the stairs, and you finally managed to say, “He lives here?”

“Of course, he owns the building.”

He didn’t stop, thus missing the way your grimace spelled a What?! with furrowed eyebrows, wide eyes and parted lips. You looked around you once more, taking in the crazy luxury surrounding you before hurrying up the stairs. You thought he had booked a hotel room for you, at most owned an empty apartment, and that was already in the realm of stupidly crazy rich. But what did he mean, the CEO lived here? Here, as in the building? Or here, as in—

Your breath caught as you reached the upper floor. The wall that faced the floor-to-ceiling window was entirely covered by a dark blue tapestry with glistening silver stars surrounding a central half-moon serving as the base of a vibrant orange tiger lily, shining brighter than any celestial bodies around it. You swallowed hard and looked at the master room across from where Mr Seung had disappeared with your luggage. Someone lived there, and you didn’t need more than the half-moon and dark blue colors to remember the Jeon Family emblem. Still, if that wasn’t enough, his scent reaching your nose told you everything you needed to know.

“Here you have it, the guest suite.”

Mr Seung was smiling as he opened the door to a walk-in closet, a small office, and then, across the room, to the ensuite bathroom. Meanwhile, a view as breathtaking as downstairs greeted you, and you continued to be flabbergasted. 

“I thought he meant a hotel…” you whispered.

“CEO Jeon wanted to make sure of your comfort personally.” 

You glanced at the man, and it was only because he seemed dead serious, almost concerned, that you didn’t throw your hands to the ceiling. Who cared about what the CEO wanted?! You were tired! And overwhelmed! And done with everything being blown out of proportion!

“But, of course, if you are dissatisfied, I can arrange for a five-star—”

“No, no, please,” you found yourself raising a hand and closing your eyes, begging him to stop. “I’ll stay, this is fine. No, perfect. It’s perfect, I’m perfectly happy.”

Mr Seung’s eyes instantly softened, as though you being pleased comforted him deeply. “I’m glad to hear it. I’m usually available to drive CEO Jeon at 6 AM, but should you require me to be available earlier, I’d be happy to assist you.”

You stared at the man, speechless. How was he so kind and sweet, and where did he come from?

“No, I— I can get to the office by mys—” You bit your tongue, then raked your hair back. What was the point, really? “I normally go to the office around eight thirty, so please don’t hurry because of me. I need to sleep. Badly.”

You huffed the last words, but Mr Seung stiffened as though he had been stung, “Of course, I won’t hold you any longer. Have a good night.”

He bowed deeply, making you rush to do the same before he left quietly. Your fingers gripped your hair roots as you looked around you — what the fuck? The incredible cityscape view, the suite that was probably your apartment size, the room across from yours where CEO Jeon slept… Everything was just surreal.

You woke up the next morning with a renewed vitality. Not because that was the best bed you had ever slept in, the biggest shower you had ever used, or the most delicious breakfast you had ever had, but because you had processed things. CEO Jeon Jungkook was an alpha of the Jeon Family who, through medieval means, had committed a crime based solely on your blood. Your rare designation did not excuse it, and as such, he was trying his best to accommodate you to prevent you from causing a scene, suing, exposing, or all of the above. There was a potential additional agenda that involved the traditional matching of an omega to an alpha, but you were in the XXI century. Alphas didn’t have to be with omegas, rare as they were, and you would not be coerced into engaging in such ancient customs. CEO Jeon would respect your wishes, and you believed his word.

He had even entered and left his own apartment without a word or a sound. You had slept like a rock — perhaps surprisingly, you felt safe there — but you had expected to see him at breakfast, at least. In the end, the only proof you had of his fleeting presence was the closed bedroom door and dirty coffee mug at the head of the dining table. You almost felt bad for potentially making him uncomfortable, but then remembered this was all his fault. Plus, he probably made Mr Seung drive him at 6 AM, which was also barbaric.

It brought a smile to your face to see Mr Seung’s happiness when you told him how you had rested well. You believed his care ran deeper than any CEO Jeon’s order, though you couldn’t help wondering if it was because he knew of your designation.

Fortunately, at the office, such things didn’t matter. As soon as you said your name to one of the secretaries on the last floor, she instantly provided you with your own office and badge, explaining how everything worked. You were used to sharing an office, but you had decided not to complain. Live and let live. If the CEO wanted to overbear you with such things, you’d accept them quietly. You just needed to do your job and leave.

Your laptop remained your own, so entering the workflow was seamless. You were pleased to find all the information about the rescheduled meetings, and emails about other projects you were working on. You even made sure to check in and reassure Yoon Minsik, your mentor, before attending the first in-person meeting with the legal team of that office.

Although you had only met most of them online, it was a cordial and nice moment before starting what you hoped would be a fruitful meeting. But then CEO Jeon arrived.

Before, you were just a member of the team, participating in meetings you’d otherwise attend online. After he entered the room, however, you were an omega in the presence of an alpha who easily disrupted the flow of the conversation. 

You didn’t believe he did it on purpose, in his defense. You could smell humans amongst the team, and even they were affected by the CEO’s presence. What you’d like to say is that you, contrary to them, were not impacted in any way, but that was not the case.

You had to clear your voice as you spoke and actively force yourself to pretend he wasn’t there. Inwardly, you kept reassuring yourself that it was just that department meeting to coordinate ongoing projects. He wasn’t usually there, but maybe he had made an exception this time.

Only CEO Jeon was present in every meeting.

It was exhausting to focus on each different project and give your best while trying to ignore him. Not that he spoke a lot, but when he did, it threw your attention completely off. He looked so fine. That black designer suit framed his large shoulders deliciously, making every move as evident as possible. Making you imagine what it would be like to be caged in by said arms, embracing you as if—

“Hey!”

You blinked and looked away as everyone got up from their chairs. You should have noticed the meeting ended and that the CEO had been forced to leave, called by that woman, his secretary — Sunhwa.

You faced one of your colleagues, who was smiling expectantly, “Should we have lunch together?”

It was easy to accede and join her and the team, but your thoughts remained on Sunhwa. She wasn’t present in the meetings, but you had noticed her easily because every single time you had to move between meeting rooms — and the CEO did the same — she showed up to talk to him, pass him a file, or just accompany him. To the point you wondered if he needed a bodyguard and heard whispers of other people potentially commenting the same. You couldn’t help feeling bad for her; you couldn’t decide if she was jealous of you, with all the stink eyes she threw your way at every chance, or overzealous.

Regardless, you thought it didn’t matter because, in the afternoon, things would be different. Those meetings would be all about the American consortium negotiations, both internal and external, and you ran those without the presence of the CEO.

You had to huff quietly as he pulled the chair next to you, oddly sharing with you the head of that meeting room table. Except for a glance and polite smile, you didn’t give him any more of your attention. It was unsettling enough if your boss would accompany you to every meeting as if to assess your worth, but the fact that he was so close, with big brown eyes trained on you while his scent made your head spin… It made it a thousand times harder.

Still, you braved through the meeting, expecting things to go well because that was your element. What you didn’t count on were his interruptions.

“I’m certain we don’t need to renegotiate the time window; they will surely accept it.”

“Have we established concrete rules for the use of prototypes?”

“What about intellectual rights? As the manufacturer, shouldn’t we obtain the rights to all procedures that we optimize during development?”

Your expression softened, “According to agreement stipulations, by signing, we commit to safely keep their intellectual property, which includes all manufacturing processes. If these are optimized, they will be added to the patent. We will, of course, negotiate appropriate compensation should that happen, including access to prototypes and benefits should the production cost or time be reduced.”

The room was quiet after you spoke, but you had forgotten about them. Instead, your eyes were fixed on the CEO’s. Very round and very big, almost sparkling at you, entirely taken by what you had said. His gaze was curious, intense and interested, so you couldn’t be mad about his disruptions.

Still, you sighed. He was distracting.

“Let’s proceed to the financial section,” you asked, waving at the appropriate head of the department to speak up. 

The CEO tapped his tablet to jump to the appropriate page of the document, clearing his throat, and you subtly leaned to whisper into his ear, “Focus.”

Your eyes met when you pulled back, and it was like the record changed. If his questions seemed chaotic and somewhat disconnected before, now they were spot on. From one meeting to the other, including with the American company representatives, every comment was precise, demonstrating flawlessly why the Jeon conglomerate was unavoidable in the South Korean industry.

You were secretly impressed, though you expected nothing less. Perhaps the way you had managed to work together so seamlessly in front of the American company representatives was surprising, but you imagined that a pro like him could make it work with anyone. He wasn’t nicknamed good at everything for nothing.

You assumed he was pleased, too, when the video call ended, and he leaned back into his chair, laughing quietly. His glee made you smile as you gathered your things and closed your laptop, observing everyone else in the room calling it a day while you wondered if Mr Seung would take you home. It was silly of you, but with everything that happened, you didn’t even memorize the address—

“That was so smooth. I think we floored them,” he grinned, getting up to his feet as though he was even more energized than before.

You chuckled and nodded, putting your laptop in your bag. Maybe that was so, but you were ready to go home.

“Have dinner with me.”

You stopped shy of closing the bag and looked at him instantly, batting your eyelashes with all your befuddlement.

“We have to celebrate,” he continued, and his grin reemerged as though he couldn’t contain it.

“They haven’t signed it yet,” you were quiet, instinctively reasoning with him despite not even being able to fully think right now.

He chuckled, “But they will, no doubt. I’m sure we will have a response by tomorrow and a verbal agreement shortly after.”

You nodded and looked down, unable to stop the way your body reacted. He was taller than you, broad, all-encompassing, and smelled strong, sweet...dizzying. There were two sides to that moment: who he was — so destabilizing, you thought there was no avoiding it — and what he was saying — so professional, when you wanted to forget all about it.

Fortunately, in your hazed mind, the latter won. “We’ll wrap up sooner, and I’ll get to return to Busan faster, then.”

Your entranced eyes captured the way his jaw hardened easily. His eyes sparked differently, with a look to them that caused a tingle to go down your spine, but he nodded, “Indeed. So dinner tonight.”

His tone implied you were just giving him more reasons to insist, and the corners of your lips twitched mischievously. Maybe you were; it was hard to resist.

“CEO Jeon?”

You stiffened like you had just been caught stealing candy and didn’t bother to look. You forced the zipper closed and grabbed your bag, purposefully pushing what Sunhwa was telling the CEO to fade with the background noise. Whatever it was, maybe it was a good thing — you needed distance to think, too.

You bowed to both on your way out and didn’t mean to spare a glance, but his voice beckoned you to look back, “Mr Seung is in the parking lot, please go with him.”

You nodded, meaning to appease the worry in his voice and eyes, and melted when you succeeded. His features instantly returned to a confident, dazzling smile before turning to Sunhwa about whatever work-related issue she was referring to, and you had to swallow. You shouldn’t be so attuned to how he felt; it didn’t make any sense. Still, as you made your way to his apartment with his driver, all you could think was that you never officially accepted his invitation.

Jungkook nodded after Mr Seung confirmed that he had dropped you off safely at the apartment, where you had stayed for the last three hours. You hadn’t requested to go anywhere in particular, and arrangements had been made for dinner, so he could relax.

He sighed as he closed his eyes and let the purr of the car lull him. He knew it would be an interesting day, but not even his wildest dreams could have prepared him for it.

First, arriving home the night before to the faint trace of your sweet jasmine scent absolutely threw him off. The whole night he had to keep himself in check; no, he couldn’t follow your delicate perfume to your bed, touch you, or claim you. You probably didn’t trust him after the way you ended up there, and he wasn’t a creep. He could reign in his primal urge and leave the decision up to you. He could show you that being next to him was fate, as intrinsically inescapable as the Earth and Moon orbiting each other. You’d realize that soon enough and ask him to touch you instead.

He could barely sleep, so his second move was to leave the apartment as soon as humanly possible. He needed to review everything about the projects you were working on, plus get his work out of the way so he could attend every meeting of yours and watch you in your element.

Jungkook was frankly impressed; you were like a fish in water, navigating every topic and hurdle effortlessly. He wasn’t sure you noticed how everyone quieted down to listen to you and obliged and interacted every time you requested it, but it was a wonder to see. If he hadn’t smelled your designation, he would have wondered what kind of woman conducted such ease and readiness.

Unfortunately, you were also incredibly distracting. Not only was he probably not of use to you in your work, but he was also falling behind in the slightest with his duties. Sunhwa kept reminding him, of course, and he appreciated it, but he couldn’t bring himself to worry about anything else.

Which made him wonder if you’d be a liability and not an asset if you stayed. However, that was a fleeting thought because as soon as it emerged, it evaporated when you whispered into his ear, “Focus.”

The whiff of your scent hit him so hard he had to close his eyes so no one would see them rolling back. Then he faced you, and your gaze did something to him. It was strong and encouraging, and he was set. Suddenly, he could focus. His mind was clear and everything just worked.

It was incredible, inebriating; better than hitting the jackpot, it was like you were his focus token that increased his abilities by two hundred percent. So inviting you to dinner was as easy as breathing. You mentioning Busan again almost ruined his mood, but then you obliged with big, starry eyes when he asked you to drive with Mr Seung in the exact spot he was in now, going home to you, and he couldn’t help the widest grin. He hadn’t lost you, not yet.

He knew it was late, and he wouldn’t dream of keeping you starving while waiting for him. Your shoes and handbag were by the entrance, so he knew you were inside. There was noise from the kitchen, though that couldn’t be you, so he jumped on the couch and heaved a deep breath, closing his eyes. He loved the sweet scent that lingered around the house because of you; it instantly relaxed him but also gave him a push. Maybe he should check on you—

He heard steps down the stairs at the same time his personal chef exited the kitchen to inform him dinner was ready and on the table.

“Would you like me to stay and serve?”

Jungkook dismissed the chef swiftly and quietly, acknowledging their head bow just in time to turn to you. His hand was on the noose of his tie, instantly loosening it as his mouth watered. He was starving, but it wasn’t food on his mind as he ate up the view.

You were wearing something quite professional — black dress pants with a silk blouse that was a hint of blue. He would have thought you too formal if it weren’t for your bare feet stepping quietly on the wood floor, along with your still-humid hair falling in waves over your shoulders and chest. But like this, he could only smile at you entering the living room and imagine you jumping into his arms to welcome him home after a long day. Then, what you wore wouldn’t matter, not because he’d be free to undress you, but because with your touch, everything would feel whole.

You bowed politely to the chef, watching them go, and it gave Jungkook a moment of clarity: what he felt was beyond simple interest. It wasn’t fascination or attraction, it was everything combined. He didn’t think it was possible; a skeptical part of him still insisted it wasn’t.

But then you opened your mouth and changed the very axis upon which his world spun. “Good evening.”

He could only smirk; the simplest words could escape your lips, and he’d drink them like they were gospel, “Good evening.”

Your astute eyes observed him, and it was like lying down at the beach under the warm sunlight, “Was there a problem at the office?”

He tilted his head, “I needed to finish up some things. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

Your lips twitched as you nodded, “It’s not a problem. In fact, I realized I never accepted your invitation, so I wasn’t sure if it still stood.”

He smirked, “It does, and it looks like you accepted.”

His arms stretched over the back of the couch, and you had to consciously keep your feet from taking you to him. It wasn’t an invitation, no matter how inviting it seemed.

“I thought it was wise to be ready,” you informed, taking a few steps to the side, unable to stay still.

“To have dinner with me?”

“To celebrate,” you corrected, trying to resist his smirk by keeping your expression as neutral as possible.

“By yourself?”

His eyebrow quirked, daring, and you finally smiled, “I was told there is a residence lounge. Thought I could get a drink there, and who knows who could join me.”

You shrugged nonchalantly, and he laughed openly, “You’re right.” He got up, loosening his tie completely and throwing it on the couch. It was enough to tense your back, dissipating your smile as you observed him taking off his suit coat and leaving it next to the tie. “I should have started by offering a drink. Is wine okay?”

Blood spread to your cheeks, but he didn’t notice as he turned around to enter the dining room. It gave you a moment to breathe. “If it’s red. Otherwise, I’m afraid I’ll have to leave.”

His laughter was music to your ears as you followed him, only to confirm that the person leaving was wearing a white chef coat for good reason. The glass dining table was set for two, at the head and the place to its right, and in between, an assortment of dishes released a delicious warm scent. From meat to shrimp, noodles to rice, boiled, fermented or fried, it seemed the chef had decided to leave you with a big variety just so you could have anything you possibly wanted.

Your eyes turned to him, his back facing you as he got a red wine bottle from the wine cooler. “This is incredible,” you voiced, unafraid of sounding too easily impressed. That table with the panoramic view and the incredible lighting showing his gleeful smile would easily shake anyone.

“I’m happy you like it.”

“Do you always have dinner like this?”

He placed the bottle on the table, twisting the corkscrew to get it open, “No, not at all. I asked for something special tonight.”

You heard the pop of the cork coming off, but that wasn’t why your heart skipped a beat. He reached for a wine glass on the table, poured a line of wine, then swirled it and took a soft sniff, smiling ecstatically after.

He raised the glass to you, and you stepped forward to accept it, entranced. You took a whiff, too, and the sweet, dark fruit aromas made your eyelashes flutter. You detected the blackberries and plums, and surely a trace of cloves.

Your reaction was enough for him to nod and pour a glass for himself. His shifting attention allowed you to swallow and ask, “Was this what you had in mind?”

He smirked, then turned to you, and your heart flipped again. He had shortened the distance between you and cupped your hand around the glass to tilt it forward towards his chest. The wine glugs, filling your glass, were but an afterthought as you looked at him, his eyes so close you could see stars.

“Absolutely,” he said quietly, yet you heard him so clearly. His expression was likely as serious as yours, mirroring the same tension as he took the bottle away. “This was exactly what I had in mind.”

The sound of the bottle being placed on the table didn’t rattle you; nothing was louder than your racing heart. His hand left yours, and although you could see the reluctance, you bit your inner lip to stay quiet. Being that close didn’t mean just having your breath stolen by his sparkly eyes or unique beauty marks; it also meant seeing how red his eyes were.

“I see… but if you're too tired, we can take a rain check.”

You were certain your worry was easily heard in your voice, yet he shook his head with a returning wide smile and raised his glass between you, “Not a chance.”

Your lips twitched, but you nodded and raised your glass to clink his, bringing it to your lips as he did the same. The velvety taste matched its aroma perfectly, but you weren’t paying attention. His eyes were locked with yours as though that tension was unbreakable, and you realized you didn’t know what you were celebrating. He didn’t specify the toast, and somehow, you knew work had stayed in the office tonight.

When you put the glass down, you weren’t sure you were dizzy with the alcohol or the moment, but your cheeks were hot. You ignored it, just to keep staring into the stars in his eyes, when a stomach growl cut the silence.

You looked down at his stomach, covered by a black button shirt, then up, “Woah, that was powerful.”

He smirked and rubbed the back of his head, “Sorry, I’m starving. Let’s dig in.” He waved at you to sit by his side, “Please, go ahead. Take anything you’d like.” 

He held back, even as you took your time to observe the table and take your pick. He adjusted himself on the chair, but it was surprisingly easy to let you start first. It was just right.

“I wanted to have samgyeopsal,” he confessed, smiling sheepishly. “But we’d have to go to a real barbecue for that and—”

Your eyes widened with a spark, a small gasp jerking your shoulders as you reached for a bowl, “Not a problem.”

He raised an eyebrow at your sudden interest, then chuckled, “Do you like japchae that much?”

“My absolute favorite,” you nodded, filling your plate with utmost focus.

“Alright, I’ll make it for you a lot.”

You had started eating but stopped stuffing your face with the delicious noodles, raising your eyebrows at him instead while he served himself. “You can cook?”

He chuckled, “I love cooking. I’d be showing off my skills right now, but I’m more interested in talking to you.” The butterflies in your stomach twirled around as you stared up at him. He only chuckled, “But now I know. Let’s see, what else? What about makguksu? I have an awesome recipe as well.”

It was easy to eat while you discussed food, especially if it was a chance to quiz him and confirm he knew what he was talking about. He did, and you overlooked his initial promise to cook for you in exchange for a normal, healthy culinary debate.

But neither of you wanted to eat or talk about food all night. He ate a lot, you noticed, and by the end, every dish was done. The red bottle was empty too, so it was the perfect moment to get up.

“I’ll grab another one,” he said, waving at the couch while he headed to the wine cooler. It could have been your chance to say goodnight, but you didn’t want to. “Why do you only drink red?” He asked loudly, and you turned to look over your shoulder at him. “Can't it be Lambrusco?”

You chuckled and sat on the couch, “Lambrusco is a red, and it's delicious. Bring it on!”

The sound of the bottle being dragged out of the cooler, placed on the glass dining table, and popped open made your skin tingle pleasurably. It could be his proximity messing with your nerves, or the alcohol. A cautious part of you thought it was best to call it a night, but the bottle was already open, and he was already extending a new glass to you.

You clinked glasses in silence again once he sat down, and this time, you didn’t bother wondering about the occasion.

“Why not white?”

He mused after the sweetness made him click his tongue, and you sighed with a second sip, “Too acidic for me.”

“Noted,” he nodded, his features serious. “I'll get rid of all whites to make space for more Lambrusco.”

You laughed, “Why would you refine your stock based on my taste?”

He laughed with you, then bit his lip. You smiled as you took another sip, and you looked so happy, simply enjoying yourself, that his priorities shifted. “I like learning more about you.”

“You do?”

You sounded surprised, but he didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“Well, I haven't learned as much about you,” you scrunched your nose, choosing to take things lightly, and he chuckled.

“I'm sure you already know a lot.”

You tried not to scoff, “I don’t. You think because you’re the CEO, I would know your taste in wine?” Your tone only made him laugh more, leaning back into a pillow that had his abandoned suit coat before he faced you again. “Do you even like reds?”

“Oh yeah, but I prefer beer. Oh, and whiskey.”

“So we know our next drink…”

You hid behind the glass and he smirked, “Good idea. I'll make my specialty cocktail. Only close friends know about it, so know you'll taste something exclusive.”

“Really? I’m flattered; who knew I’d get to know the CEO so well.”

The corner of your mouth raised with mischief as you emptied your glass, and instantly, he was refilling it with a slightly raised eyebrow, “You can call me Jungkook.”

His dark eyes, as he instructed you, released a current down your spine that spread warmth in every direction. There was no way that calling your boss by his first name was a good idea, but you had stopped playing it safe a few glasses ago.

“Is there more to learn about you, Jungkook?” His name on your tongue drew his eyes to your mouth, conveniently about to take another sip. You reveled in the sweetness and tension of that moment, hopefully as much as him. “Something no one else knows.”

His teeth bit into his lower lip to stop a grin, and he nodded, “Certainly.” He placed the glass down on the coffee table and you swallowed. “There’s a lot to find out.”

He unfastened his cuff links, casually folding and pulling the sleeves of his black button shirt to his elbow, and you gasped.

You leaned forward with your free hand, “You have a sleeve?”

He grinned slyly, extending his right arm for you to touch more easily, “I do.”

He was quiet while you explored every tattoo line, from the clock to the letters, stopping to wonder at the tiger lily in bright tones of orange. “Incredible,” you muttered, dragging your finger easily. You were so focused that you missed the goosebumps forming under your touch. He let you turn his arm and even pull the sleeve a bit further up, where you noticed more lines and figures ready to show. You were so insistent you pouted when the fabric got so tight around his bicep it refused to rake further up to his shoulder. 

His chuckle drew your attention, “I can take it off if you’d like to see the rest.”

Your hands withdrew instantly, fingers rubbing on each other needily. Your eyes caught the absence of any other article of clothing underneath his shirt, and you swallowed down your heated longing. “No, I— Of course not.” 

You didn’t bother saying it was inappropriate; you fell back on your side of the couch. Your throat seemed to have blocked, so you cleared it. There was a line you shouldn’t cross, but you also didn’t want to stop whatever you two were doing.

“I don’t have tattoos,” you started, pulling your blouse sleeve. “But I do have this birthmark.”

His eyes followed your fingers, then he grabbed your arm delicately to trace it with his fingers. Your forearm erupted in goosebumps, electrified by his caress, attention, and warmth. It was almost overwhelming, and you had to swallow thickly to keep silent.

“It looks like a butterfly,” he mused, concentrating, and you nodded.

“My mother calls me that.”

He whispered something under his breath, then shifted in his seat, “Look.” 

He brought his forearm next to yours, and you realized what he meant: your birthmark was parallel to his tiger lily. Superposed, your butterfly would find its home in him. It made you shudder from head to toe.

“What ties you to Busan?” His question broke the spell despite his caresses to your arm. You frowned, trying to catch his line of thought. “Friends? Family?”

The Lambrusco swirled a little inside his glass, revealing a short tremble, and your eyes stayed low on his lily, “My mother, mostly. She doesn’t live in Busan, but in a village not too far away.”

Your apprehension was palpable, so you weren’t surprised when he brushed the back of his fingers in a feather-like touch on your forearm, “I understand if it’s too personal, you don’t have to tell me anything that will make you uncomfortable.”

Whether because of his soft touch or warm eyes, you instantly shook your head, “Not uncomfortable, just… I don’t really talk about her. Or my family. She doesn’t like it and—”

Your brow furrowed, and he was ready to reassure you, but you decided to say it.

“And nobody would understand, but maybe you would,” you pushed out, looking into his eyes. Your mom would chastise you for this decision, but it was yours nonetheless. You just felt so alone in all this. “Our family made sacrifices to be eradicated from the registry, and for generations, we’ve been hiding so we wouldn’t be detected.”

He nodded gravely, lowering his eyes to his fingers still touching your milky skin.

“You’re probably the last person I should tell this to,” you chuckled. “But even though times should be different, I was never certain where to draw the line between potential paranoia and it just being like she described. Unfortunately, recent events have made me conclude she was not wrong in wanting us to be cautious.”

“Wait, there’s—” He pressed his lips before he sorted his words, looking at you intently, “There’s something to be said about your mother’s fears and the outdated methods the Family uses to search for omegas. They should know it’s criminal, but it’s how my grandfather found my grandmother, so I suppose that’s why they insist on it.”

“He kidnapped her too?”

“No—” He almost choked. “Hunters found her and brought her to him. They were mates and inseparable.”

“You met her?” 

Your tone was almost anxious, and he smiled with a nod, “The only omega I’ve ever met other than you.” His expression showed fondness, “Grandpa was crazy about her and everyone loved her. She had this… aura to her. I was instantly calm. I was… a bit of a reckless and loud kid, but she never got angry at me. She would just put me on her lap and ask me what happened, and soon after, she was tickling me while I told her all about my adventures.”

You leaned on your side into the couch back, “Adventures, huh?”

It wasn’t hard to imagine, especially when he smirked mischievously, “My knees wouldn't have gotten bruised if I hadn't chased a pirate up a tree.”

“A pirate?”

Your eyebrows jumped, and you both laughed quietly. You were glad to be at ease, folding a leg under you.

“What an exciting childhood you had.”

“What about yours?”

You pursed your lips, “It was just me and my mother. My dad died in a car accident when I was a kid, and my grandma had dementia and died not too long after.”

His eyes softened, “That must have been hard.”

“It was the most on my mom.”

“How old were you?”

“Thirteen.”

“It must have affected you,” his voice quieted, and you noticed his thumb never stopped brushing your pulse point, soothing you for a while now.

“I grew up fast,” you shrugged, casually letting his touch continue. “It was hard because my mother was paranoid about us being caught, but I was raised around humans, unsure if her stories were true and if I should really just… stay hidden in that village or do something with myself.” He nodded, and you admitted, “That’s why hearing from others that my fate isn’t to be used as a tool, abused, or anything like that is…”

“No,” he pressed his thumb to your wrist, and it seemed to you it was to placate his own anxiety this time. “I promise you, that is not— I would never do that.” 

His voice was firm, but something in your eyes must have given you away. You didn’t want to believe he was lying, but it wasn’t in his best interest to tell you the truth.

“My grandma always said a mate’s love was the foundation of our family and that I shouldn’t give up, even if my father never found her.” His eyes lowered once more to your arm before he faced you, “I grew up with them, seeing what a mate’s bond looks like. I would never hurt an omega, even if she wasn’t my mate.”

“But there are those who would.”

“Maybe once upon a time, but I swear things are different now. It was their mistreatment that led to their extinction. Well, alleged,” he corrected, eying you meaningfully. “The Families had to turn to betas, which was seen mostly as a catastrophe a couple of generations back.”

“Why?”

“It affected the strength of their blood, lines started dying and alpha numbers dwindled too. The egoistical views and attitudes of a few generations almost cost us everything.”

“So shouldn’t the way omegas were treated be the real catastrophe?”

Your tone was rough around the edges, but his eyes remained soft, “Worse than a catastrophe, an atrocity. It hurt so many for so many generations.”

His tone was apologetic as he looked at you, but it didn’t soothe you. Not even his touch on your wrist did. “If you recognize the problem, then you should be the first one to set an example. You acknowledge it was an atrocity, but you still send hunters to kidnap omegas instead of searching for yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

He actually looked lost, so you clarified, “If you don’t want to give up like your grandmother suggested, then maybe you should go down to Busan and search for yourself. Meet people.”

His eyebrows jumped, then he shook his head with an embarrassed smile, “I… never considered it.”

“Imagine if you had.”

Your chest warmed with his gaze on yours. You didn’t know why you were admonishing him for not visiting sooner, borderline implying you would have met differently, just like his grandmother had hoped. The past couldn’t be changed, and nothing would happen regardless.

You cleared your throat, “Anyway, it's annoying that your secretary keeps calling me fake.”

He huffed, letting his head fall on the back of the couch as though it tired him too.

“I never wanted to be recognized or seen as just my designation, but it is who I am, so she's pissing me off.”

You sneered at the ridiculousness of the situation, and he nodded, “It's because she never met anyone like you… I don't think she's able to really smell it. She's not as sensitive as us. But you don't have to worry about her. I'll handle things with her.”

You took the glass to your mouth, musing over it quietly. “Well, she works for you… and I won't stay long anyway.”

He was drinking when you spoke, his jaw becoming the slightest bit sharper under the light. His thumb still rubbed your pulse point soothingly.

“Actually… I have a question if you don’t mind.”

You pressed your lips sheepishly, and he almost choked in his hurry to nod.

“What do I smell like?” Your eyebrows framed your curious, big eyes, and his lips parted in wonder. “I've asked my mom, but she only tells me I'm sweet. I've never met anyone else I could ask.”

He blinked away his shock, straightening instantly to lean in a bit closer to you. Not that he needed to; effectively, he could pinpoint every trace and note of your unique aroma. But when you let your head fall back the slightest to expose your neck, he couldn’t be stopped. It was the sweetest invitation, baring your neck to him so he could take you in up close and personal.

He almost growled, something so deep inside him stirring he had to grip the glass and keep himself from grabbing your wrist or pressing his face into the crook of your neck. He was certain you’d taste and feel as endlessly delicate as your scent, but he knew the limits. Even if he thought of you as his, it had to come from you. If anything came out of getting to know you, it was that waiting was the only option he had if he ever wanted to welcome his mate by his side. 

So he groaned silently and pulled back; he might not have met you in the right circumstances, but he wasn’t about to fuck this up.

“She’s right, you smell sweet,” he rasped, looking into your beautiful eyes again, so close he could see the black dots hiding among the lights. “Like jasmines — sweet, deep, and fond. And me?” He saw you swallow, but he couldn’t resist, “What do I smell like?”

“I’m sure you know,” you tried, though you didn’t move.

He shook his head, “What do I smell like to you?”

You looked down at his neck with a hint of uneasiness, but his soothing touch calmed you enough to go forward. You leaned into the crook of his neck, so close you felt his body warmth emanating. One deep breath, though, and you almost whimpered. Your free hand gripped his arm as your whole body warmed and thrummed with the heady scent.

“Strong,” you whispered, noticing a moment later his neck was covered in goosebumps. “Earthy.” You couldn’t resist nuzzling his skin the slightest, raising it up his neck until you met his jaw. “Spicy, something so alluring I just…”

You nuzzled his cheek and he turned to face you, with lips so close to yours, his warm breath lulled your eyes closed. You were certain his lips would touch yours, releasing all that tension into a burst that would raze your senses.

But the sounds of a keypad being pressed made you instinctively pull back, and you were happy you did because in mere seconds it was as though the rug was being pulled from under your feet.

The front door burst open, and you jumped to your feet, frightened. Jungkook stood up, too, trying to regain the touch that had been severed in the motion, but it was too late. You both had to face the woman storming inside the apartment, with eyes so wide, and nostrils so wide in fury, it confused you more than anything.

“What the hell?!”

Sunhwa’s outrage wasn’t missed on you, but all you could do was frown, stupefied.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook’s tone was cold, and you weren’t certain if that was the right reaction. Shouldn’t he be pissed that his secretary just stormed into his apartment late at night?

“What am I doing? What are you doing?!”

His eyes hardened as though her question didn’t merit a reply, and she threw the folders in her hand on the coffee table.

“I wanted to update you on the ASICS deal and thought you probably wouldn’t have eaten yet, so I called Chef Jae, and they told me they had prepared the special dinner you asked for!”

You glanced at him, even more confused than before, and his reply came quiet, “You should know better than to just barge in here.”

“You weren’t picking up the phone!”

Her screeches were starting to give you a headache, “Alright, listen. It’s past eleven in the evening, surely there’s nothing that can justify causing a scene like this.”

Her laugh was a shriek, “You have some gall to tell me I can’t cause a scene, huh?! First, you try to seduce him by falsely claiming to be an omega—”

“I am!”

“— and now you’ve invited yourself into his apartment! Do you really have no shame? I won’t stand for this!”

Your eyebrows jumped in pure disbelief, “And who are you to care what an adult man does in his apartment?”

She stomped her foot, fuming as she glared, “I’m his fiancé!”

Your stomach dropped, spreading such coldness through your guts, you froze.

In years of law, despite dealing with senseless clients at times, you had never lost your composure or words, but today was the day. Her words, that scene, and the deceit underlying that whole night gutted you, so you were speechless.

“You don't know what you're saying.”

His tone was firm, but one glance told you he was seething. Your first instinct was to resent him; he should be apologizing, not angry that his fiancé ruined the ruse.

Sunhwa crossed her arms with a laugh, “Oh, so I'm suddenly not?”

“We have a contract.”

“Precisely!”

Her clapback was triumphant, and you stiffened even further.

“This is not what you think,” he said, having turned to you.

You looked at him slowly, but Sunhwa was already stepping closer between you, “This is exactly what you think! He's promised to me! How dare you come in here and try to seduce him with your false claims and—!”

“Enough!”

His roar effectively silenced her, making even the glass in your hand reverberate. It forced you to look away and realize you had no business standing there.

You put the glass on the coffee table, “I see you have things to discuss, so I'll leave you to it.”

You ignored the smothering silence surrounding you and headed up the stairs. 

That silence was dearly missed when the last concrete thing you heard was Sunhwa freaking out, “She's sleeping here?!”

You closed the bedroom door and weighed your options, but then ended up locking the door and hiding with your face into your pillow. You had drunk too much, and it was too late to wander off in the middle of Seoul. For now, you’d just have to stay.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Blood and...Balsam? -Oneshot

Word count: 4634

“Are you doing anything fun tonight?” Yelena asked nonchalantly as they did the clean up for the night.

“Nah,” Y/N shook her head, getting the coffee machine prepped for the next day.  “Just going to enjoy my once in a lifetime weekend off.”

Yelena chuckled.  It was pretty rare to get a whole weekend off while working at the diner.  “Maybe you can find a cute Alpha to take the edge off?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, making Yelena laugh harder.  “Oh please,” she groaned.  “Don’t start that again.”

“Oh come on, Y/N,” Yelena smirked.  “I can tell your heat is coming soon.  And you haven’t had a partner to help you out for a long time.  You’re gonna need something a little stronger than Mr. Boombastic in your side table drawer.”

Y/N laughed loudly at Yelena referencing her vibrator.  “Ugh, remind me to never let you into my apartment again,” she said.  

“I’ve seen how tall, dark and mysterious has been looking at you,” Yelena continued, not letting Y/N distract from the conversation.  “All he ever gets is a cup of coffee and then an eyeful of you before he tips you way too much for just a cup of shitty coffee then leaves.  Why not try flirting with him more?”

Y/N blushed but glared at Yelena for mentioning her regular.  They didn’t know his name, and therefore he became “tall, dark and mysterious” because he was just that.  He came in every morning at 7:00 a.m. sharp for one cup of straight black coffee.  He wouldn’t let anyone serve him but Y/N.  She didn’t know why, but he insisted on it, and she didn’t feel like asking questions.  He was obviously an Alpha, she didn’t have to scent him to see it clear as day.  Broody, moody, and quiet, but he made her day every time she’d greet him and he’d give her his signature smirk that he saved only for her and order the same thing, then say “Thanks, doll.”

“Leave him alone, Yelena,” Y/N said, feeling weirdly protective over him.  “He obviously doesn’t want to be bothered.”

“Oh he’d love you to bother him,” Yelena raised her eyebrows suggestively.  “The way he looks at you?  Like he’d devour every inch of you if you’d let him?  He’d let you bother him in every way possible.  He wants some of that ass you’ve been lugging around!”

Y/N’s blush deepened at Yelena’s innuendos and referring to her being plus sized, but she rolled her eyes again and went back to closing out the register then gathering her things.  “Just drop it, babes,” she sighed, shrugging on her coat and scarf and swinging her purse over her shoulder.  She approached Yelena and hugged her, kissing her cheek before turning toward the door.  “Lock up behind me, and be safe.”

“You first!” Yelena said as she came up and locked the door then waved to her through the glass.

Y/N waved then walked quickly down the street.  The Autumn wind had set in over the last few days, making her cheeks already sting from the cold whipping against her face.  She pondered on what Yelena said.  Yes, it had been a long time since she’d had a partner, and if she were honest with herself, she felt romantically lonely.  But every time she tried dating again she just had the most unfortunate luck with finding Alphas that were worth her time.  They would make crude or disrespectful remarks about her size or her role as an Omega.  She’d love a good fucking, but not by some hormone raging, misogynistic Alpha with his head up his own ass. 

She was about to pass by an alleyway when she looked down and saw spots of blood.  She stopped in her tracks, lightly gasping as she stared at the spots with wide eyes.  The blood created a trail down the alleyway and beyond what she could see in the dark.  She narrowed her eyes, trying to see, then heard a soft groan behind what looked like a dumpster a good twenty feet in.  Her senses dialed up in anticipation and fear, and she could smell the tangy mix of iron from the blood and…was that balsam?  

Against her better judgment, she walked into the alleyway, pulling out her phone for the flashlight.  She slowly approached the dumpster, and heard scuffling as her flashlight shone on two feet moving away from the offending light.  “I’m not here to hurt you,” she said loudly.  “Just to make sure you’re okay!”

The scuffling stopped, then a deep, heavy sigh made a cloud in the air.  “I’m fine,” a man’s voice replied.

Y/N scoffed and walked around the dumpster, then froze.  It was tall, dark and mysterious, huddled against the dumpster and holding a hand against the side of his head by his temple.  Dried blood was caked in his hair and he peered up at her for a moment before closing his eyes and frowning. “Fuck,” he grunted.

“Oh my god, what happened?” Y/N asked, quickly kneeling down in front of him and putting her phone flashlight side up on the ground so she could still see.  Her hands moved to touch him, but at the last second stopped, just hovering over him and unsure of what to do.

“Nothing, doll, I’m fine,” he said, shaking his head and trying to move away from her.  “Just had a rough night.”

Y/N looked him over to see if there were any other injuries before tentatively holding her hand up towards his head.  “Can I see?” she asked gently.  He looked at her suspiciously, narrowing his eyes for a moment before sighing again and nodding.  He moved his hand away from his head, turning it to the side to let her see.  Y/N raised her hand and moved some of his hair away to see a cut on his scalp near his hairline.  It wasn’t too deep, the blood was already congealing to stop the flow, but the skin around it was bruised.  “You should really get this checked out,” she said quietly.  

“No doctors,” he huffed.  “No hospitals.”

“Okay,” Y/N agreed quickly.  “Fine.  Then let me help you.  I don’t live far from here, I can get you cleaned up at least.”

He stared at her, his eyes wide in surprise and his brow upturned.  She held her hand out to him and his gaze flicked back and forth between her face and her hand for a moment before he reluctantly nodded.  Y/N smiled at him as he took her hand, then she grabbed her phone and stepped back to help pull him off the ground.  When he stood he let go of her hand and tried to walk, but stumbled after a few steps.  

“Woah, hold on,” Y/N said, stepping forward and taking his arm, pulling it around her shoulders and winding one of her arms around his back.  He looked like he was about to protest, but then he winced and his head leaned on top of hers.  “Alright, this way,” she said, walking him out of the alley.  There weren’t too many people out and about at that time, so they only got a couple of strange looks, and Y/N was grateful for living on the bottom floor when they reached her apartment building another block down.  She guided him into the building and down to the left hallway, then dug her keys out of her coat pocket and unlocked her door and led him in and towards the couch nearby.  He sat down with a huff and she turned to close and lock the door, then took off her coat and purse before walking down another hallway toward her bedroom and grabbing the first aid kit out of the linen closet.  When she returned he was looking around her apartment intently.

“Alright,” she said, walking over to him and kneeling down in front of him, opening the first aid kit next to him on the couch.  “Can you lean forward for me?”

His eyes were wide again at where she sat between his legs, but he inhaled slowly and moved himself to sit up.  Y/N took out some disinfectant wipes and started wiping at the skin on his forehead and into his hair where the blood had dried, moving his hair in different directions to make sure she cleaned it well.  She then grabbed a solution for cuts and then a small bandage and put them on the part of the wound that was near his hairline since she was unable to do more than that with his hair in the way.  She desperately ignored his eyes on her, trying to focus on the task at hand.  When she finished she double checked to make sure there wasn’t anything else to treat before meeting his gaze.

“All done,” she whispered.

He didn’t look away.  “Thank you,” he murmured.

“Did you get hurt anywhere else?” she asked, once again attempting to ignore the way her blood raged in her ears from the way he was looking at her.

“No,” he shook his head.  “Just my pride.”

Y/N chuckled, a wide smile breaking across her face.  He seemed proud of the fact that he got her to laugh, his own smile lighting up his face.  

“At least it’s just that,” she said.  She didn’t really want him to leave.  Normally being alone with an Alpha in the same room as her, an unmated Omega, would have sent her running, but she didn’t smell or sense any kind of weird shifts in his behavior toward her.  “Um, are you hungry?” she asked, quickly standing and grabbing the first aid kit.  “I can whip something up real quick.  You still seem a little wobbly on your feet, it might help to steady you.”

“That sounds great, doll,” he said.  “Thank you.”

Y/N got busy in the small kitchen just off the front room, pulling together random things she had in her fridge and pantry until she had a pseudo spaghetti dish prepped.  She set it on the table with some water then walked over to the couch.  He had gotten comfortable on her couch, his head leaning back against the couch cushion and his eyes closed.  He was breathing heavily and she bit her lip, feeling bad about waking him up.

“Hey,” she said, nudging his knee with her hand.  “Food’s ready.”

His eyes fluttered open and he looked at her tiredly.  He nodded then tried to lift himself up, but grimaced again once he was standing.  Y/N quickly wrapped an arm around his back again, leading him through the kitchen to the breakfast nook-dining room attached.  She sat him down on one of the chairs and made sure he was set before sitting in the opposite one.  “I hope a Frankenstein spaghetti dinner is okay,” she said, spooning the noodles into a bowl for him and sliding it across the table.  “I need to go grocery shopping again.”

“Looks great,” he smirked at her.  “Thank you.”

“No problem,” she smiled, then took a bite.

They ate in silence.  Y/N couldn’t decide if it was comfortable or not, so she just kept eating.  She glanced out the window by the table and frowned when she realized that year’s first winter storm was setting in.  “Ah shit,” she whispered to herself.

He looked up from the food and followed her eye line, then groaned at the large snowflakes whizzing by the window.  “You don’t have to worry about me,” he said.  “I can get home.”

“Not in this,” Y/N gestured, looking at him incredulously.  “You can sleep on the couch if you want.”

He shook his head.  “I’ve already taken up too much of your time and hospitality.  And how do you know I’m not some rut-drunk Alpha trying to have his way with you?”

Y/N frowned.  “Are you?” She challenged him.

He stared at her again, an amused smile on his face.  “No.”

He said it with such finality that she believed him.  “Then stay,” she shrugged, standing up and taking her bowl to the sink before coming back to clean up the rest.  “Though if you’re going to stay, I think that I should at least get your name?”

He swallowed his last bite and she grabbed his bowl.  “James, but friends call me Bucky.”

“Are we friends?” Y/N asked, her own amused smile on her face this time.

“We must be,” Bucky said teasingly.  “Cleaning me up, feeding me, giving me a place to stay?  I’d say you’re a better friend than most of my actual friends are.”

Y/N laughed, walking back into the kitchen and starting to clean the dishes and put away the food.  When she was finished she went back to the linen closet and pulled out some sheets, a pillow, an extra toothbrush and toothpaste, a towel, and then went into her room and grabbed some blankets she had stacked in a basket in the corner that she would use for her nests during her heats.  They had been well cleaned, so she didn’t think much of it as she brought it all out and set up the pillow, sheets and blankets on the couch, then set the towel and the toiletries on the coffee table.  

“Alright, well, it’s not some luxurious hotel, but I hope it’ll do,” she said, walking back into the dining room and helping him walk back out to the front room.  He smiled at the bed she made for him, and she stepped off to the side.  “Down the hall is the bathroom.  If you need to shower you’re welcome to use my hair stuff, and I got you a toothbrush and toothpaste to use.  If these aren’t warm enough just knock on my door and I can get you some more blankets,” she said quickly.  “Uh…is there anything else I can help you with?”

Bucky smiled softly at her.  “Yeah, you can tell me how it felt.”

“How what felt?” Y/N asked.

“When you fell from heaven,” he said, arching his eyebrow at her.  Y/N’s eyes widened at the pickup line, then she burst out laughing.  Bucky laughed with her, hanging his head into his hand and rubbing his face harshly.  “That was terrible, I’m sorry,” he said.  “Can we just blame the possible concussion I have and forget I said anything?”

Y/N wiped away at her eyes, covering her mouth as she tried to quiet down her laugh.  “Sure,” she said while still giggling.  “Well, goodnight Bucky.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said.  She smiled again at him and how he remembered her name from the diner, then turned down the hallway to get ready for bed.

***

Y/N woke up in the middle of the night in a panic.  She was sweaty and hot, her hair sticking to her forehead and neck.  She wasn’t sure what it was that woke her up so suddenly, but then she felt a cramp wrack through her nether regions, and she gasped at the pain.  For fuck’s sake, she thought.  It was her heat.  She reached toward her bedside table for Mr. Boombastic, but then tensed when the night’s events all rushed back in her memory.  Bucky.

She had a slightly concussed Alpha sleeping in her living room.  She sighed through gritted teeth.  It would just be her luck that she would have the hottest Alpha she’d ever come across in her home right as her heat hit. Curse her bleeding heart in helping him.  Y/N didn’t dare take out the vibrator, and instead tried to rock back and forth on her bed, breathing deeply and practicing the yoga she’d been working on for anxiety.  Every time she felt like maybe she had a hold on it another cramp would broil in the pit of her stomach, her pussy absolutely throbbing and producing slick that coated her inner thighs uncomfortably.

Her throat dried up with how much she was trying to breathe through the cramps, and she was suddenly hit with a coughing fit.  “No, please,” she wheezed.  She didn’t want to go out of her room for a drink of water.  She didn’t know Bucky.  What if he woke up?  What if he tried to do something?  And then the errant thought, Wouldn’t you want him to do something?  NO.  No, that was the heat talking.

She couldn’t stop coughing, her eyes watering and her throat burning, so she gave up and tip-toed out of her room and down the hallway towards the kitchen.  She glanced at Bucky, who still laid perfectly still on the couch, soft snores echoing in the living room.  Y/N choked back another cough as she went to the fridge and opened it, grabbing a few water bottles.  She opened one and chugged it, the cold water helping calm her aching throat.  The cold tiled floor made her shiver and she turned to close the fridge door, then gasped.  Bucky was looming over her.  His breath was heavy, his nose flaring as he scented her, and he shut his eyes tight.  His jaw ticked, and Y/N felt another pulse of slick ooze from between her legs.

“Dammit, doll,” Bucky whispered.  “Seriously, your heat?  Now?”

Her frustration boiled over at his tone.  “It’s not like I can schedule it,” she sneered.  “I’m sorry for waking you up, just let me—mmh,” she moaned.  Her body was recognizing the Alpha nearby, and she shuddered in front of him.  “Fuck!”

Bucky inhaled sharply, leaning his head back as his mouth dropped open and he licked his lips.  “Holy shit,” he groaned.  “You smell—”

“Don’t,” Y/N pleaded, embarrassment making her shrink away from him.  “Just let me by, Bucky.  I’ll take care of it.”

They stayed put, waiting for the other to react.  Y/N wanted him, really bad, but she didn’t know him, and he didn’t know her.  She had just barely learned his first name tonight, and had only ever helped him get a cup of coffee on every other encounter they had.   Of course her body didn’t care about that.  All it knew was that she was in heat, there was an Alpha nearby, and that the only thing that could help quell the pain was a thick, fat, juicy–

“You took such good care of me tonight, Y/N,” Bucky said, taking a small step toward her.  She backed up into the counter behind her, dropping the water bottles in her arms that bounced and rolled away from them as they hit the floor.  He leaned down and caged her against the counter with his arms, his face dipping to be eye level with her.  His eyes focused on her lips for a moment before he met her gaze.  “I wanted to do this right.  Talk to you more at the diner, get your number, take you out on a few dates, get to know each other better.  Then I got rocked at an enhanced fighters match and you found me and now…” he paused, nuzzling his nose along her cheek.  “Let me take care of you.”

Y/N was being overwhelmed by his presence.  The sheer size of him, his low voice, the yearning in his bright, blue eyes as he ogled her up and down, and his scent, the perfect mix of balsam and something a little spicy, was making her voice of reason fly out the proverbial window.   Bucky leaned down a little further, ghosting his lips over her jaw and down her neck until he sniffed out her scent gland.  He lightly kissed it, rubbing his nose along it and inhaling deeply as his teasing the gland produced a fresh wave of her scent.  “Please, Omega,” he begged, his voice coming out more hoarse and wanton.  “Let me have you.”

Y/N whimpered, then grabbed his face and brought him back up to kiss him.  The second their lips met Bucky moaned, his arms enveloping her and bringing her as close to him as possible.  She craned her neck up to keep kissing him, moaning with him as his hands began to explore over her body, his fingers squeezing every dip and curve in her flesh that he could find.  Her body and mind were at war with each other, battling between what she wanted and what she needed.  But when he broke the kiss so he could suck at her scent gland, all reasonable thought left the room.  

Bucky leaned down and picked her up, surprising her with how easily he lifted her and started walking toward her bedroom.  He kicked her door open and dumped them both on her bed, adjusting them into the middle of the mattress before he began stripping her of her sleep dress and then ripping her underwear off, making her yelp.  “Look at you,” he murmured, his eyes raking over her hungrily.  “God, this body.  Do you know why I only wanted you to serve me at the diner?”  Y/N shook her head, her hands pulling at his shirt that he quickly shrugged off.  Her eyes vaguely registered his metal arm before he continued to speak.  “Because I just had to get a look at the way that uniform fits you,” he smirked.  “Every time I’d get home I’d have to fuck my own fist just to get rid of the hard on you gave me.”  

Y/N whined at his filthy words.  “Bucky…”

“Yes, doll, say my name just like that,” he moaned, his eyes rolling back.  His hands were everywhere, massaging and caressing her all over as her fingers fumbled with his pants, trying to push them down.  He helped kick them and his underwear off, then gripped his cock in his metal hand and rubbed it through her slick.  “Is this all for me?” he mumbled, looking like he was getting lost in the pleasure of just looking at her.

“All yours, Bucky,” Y/N breathed, her hips trembling at the feeling of his tip nudging between her pussy lips.  “Please, Alpha, I can’t–”

Bucky violently shivered above her.  “Fuck!” he nearly barked, then thrust into her in one roll of his hips.  Y/N’s back arched, her mouth agape in a silent scream with the feeling of him completely filling her sopping pussy almost undoing her.  She hadn’t had an Alpha to help her through a heat in a long time, but even when she had they had never been able to stretch and fill her like Bucky did.  “Oh my god!” he whispered, gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes tight.  Every muscle in his body looked tense, like he was afraid that if he moved he would lose it.  “How?  How do you have the most perfect cunt?  Gonna make me pop my knot too early, doll.”

Y/N couldn’t answer him.  Her mind was blinded by pleasure, her pussy already pulsing around him and creating mini orgasms fluttering through the lower half of her body.  Bucky’s hands let go of her hips and moved to grasp her wrists and push them above her head.  “Keep your hands up for me,” he instructed.  She barely nodded as his flesh arm dug under her neck and his metal hand dug under her lower back, keeping her body flush with his.  “Let me hear you, Omega,” he said lowly, then he started to thrust his hips into her.

Y/N’s hands gripped the pillows above her head, her ankles hooking behind his ass as he bounced her on his cock repeatedly.  She wasn’t sure what noises she was making anymore, but they seemed to drive Bucky on.  He would minutely change position every time he would find something new that would make her whimper and moan or get louder, like he was searching for the perfect combination to pull her apart.  Not that he needed to, she was already at his mercy with how he completely covered her, his cock making her eyes continually roll and her head loll at the perfect drag and fill he gave her.  

His knot was beginning to swell, catching inside her and making his thrusts lose their pace.  “I’m gonna fuck you full of me, Omega,” he huffed in her ear.

“Please,” Y/N begged, her hands moving to his head, scratching through his hair except for the part she had cleaned up earlier.

“Make this pussy mine,” he said, kissing all over her face and swallowing her responding moan.

“Yours,” Y/N mumbled against his lips.

“My Omega,” he said, staking his claim as he lightly bit her bottom lip.

“Yes!  My Alpha!” Y/N cried out at the sting from his teeth.

“Yeah I’m yours, all yours Omega,” Bucky chuckled.  “Can I claim you, doll?  Can I bite this pretty neck and make you mine?  All…mine.”  His words were punctuated with his thrusts, and Y/N could feel herself almost falling off the ledge of her pleasure.

She moved her head to the right, exposing her neck to him.  “Mark me,” she rasped, her voice starting to give out from how much she had been babbling.  “Take me.  Fill me with your pups, Bucky.  Alpha please, I need it!”

“That’s fucking right,” Bucky said.  His lips mouthed at her scent gland, licking and sucking at it.  Her scent burst forth again, surrounding them both and permeating the room, and Bucky rubbed his wrist scent gland against her neck to make them both mix, creating a perfect combination of balsam, spice, citrus and berry.  “Mine,” he growled, then he bit into her neck.

Y/N screamed, the pain making the pleasure that much stronger so her pussy spasmed on his cock, cumming hard against him.  Bucky whimpered against her neck, his knot fully inflating inside her as he came, filling her up so much that she could feel their blended cum oozing from between them and down her ass.  Her vision went white, and she fell limp against the bed from the overstimulation of all things purely Bucky.

A short time later Bucky unlatched his teeth from her neck, licking at the wound he created and kissing gently.  He carefully moved them both to lay on their sides to be comfortable until his knot deflated.  She was tucked under his right flesh arm that was rubbing her back soothingly while his metal hand continued to feel over her curves, like he was committing her to memory, randomly prolonging her pleasure by kneading her breasts and playing with her nipples.  His kisses never stopped, starting with soft pecks and then sucking on her skin, leaving love marks and bruises across her neck, chest, and breasts as far down as he could reach.  Y/N’s arm was slung around his waist, her other arm tucked underneath herself.  She could barely respond to his more passionate kisses, lazily opening her mouth and letting him taste her, suckling on his tongue before he would move down or across her face again.

“You did so well, Omega,” he praised her, his low voice and sweet words making her preen.  “Took me so well.  Do you feel that, doll?”  His metal hand flattened against the pit of her plushy stomach, where it was slightly more chubby than usual.  “You’re gonna be dripping me for days. You look so pretty stuffed full of me.”

Y/N hummed, her pussy pulsing around him at the thought of it.  “Alpha,” she breathed, her voice shot from how loud she screamed.

“Such a good girl.  Such a perfect Omega,” he said, kissing her lewdly again.  “And you’re all mine.” 

[kitchenisking]

Guys here's an extra one just cuz ❤️

Kinktober 2021: Tattoo by Jokers_Wild - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,689, sterek)

Stiles has been pulling out all the stops to keep his secret from Derek, just long enough at least for his human body to heal enough for what he has planned. Derek is surprised by the human's motives and declaration towards their relationship, the wolf can only do one thing after that...Claim him.

Like this Forever by EvanesDust, Winchesterek - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 96,956, sterek)

“What the hell is a Stiles?”

“That would be me,” came a voice from close by. A guy, Stiles, walked up to them. He was almost as tall as Derek, with a smile on his face, his hair a little mused but at a professional length with moles freckled across his skin. Stiles was broad-shoulder and slimmer at the waist, dressed in casual clothing with a bag slung over his shoulder. He held a to-go cup holder in one hand.

“It’s a nickname,” Stiles continued. “And I got your coffee on my way in since I was stopping by anyway.” He took a cup out of the holder and held it out to Derek.

Derek stood frozen for a moment before taking the cup. It smelled like his normal order from Starbucks, a white chocolate mocha. Though it was overpowered by the scent of something woody and fresh, and also…motor oil? It was the oddest combination but also weirdly calming since it reminded him of home and the preserve.

***

Or the one where Stiles is Derek's personal assistant at Hale Incorporated, and they fall in love.

Only Fools Do What I Do by CharWright5 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 110,423, sterek)

It had seemed like a simple plan, a way for everyone to get what they want: pretend to be Bond-Mates so Derek could get the teaching job he wanted, while Stiles didn't have to face living with a total stranger at college and have it be known that he was suffering from night-terrors. Only things weren't that simple. Because they were Mates, a fact Derek was hiding due to Stiles' determination not to have one and his need for independence, as well as his Alpha-aimed anger at his lack of freedom. But the longer they live together, the more Derek finds himself falling for the Omega, and the harder it is for the Alpha to resist the alluring scent of his Mate.

You're everything a big bad wolf could want by TheBeastsWrite (orphan_account) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,812, sterek)

Stiles is dressed as little red to help isaac make scott jealous but it makes his mate derek jealous ad outdoor claiming sex persues don't judge me.

Enticing by DevilOfWire - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,034, sterek)

Stiles is just doing what most young men do on their beds alone at night when he realizes his innocent moans brought a certain monster into his room, one who’s more than happy to call him out as the slut that he is.

What I Want by zynnser - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 15,079, sterek)

It’s not his best comeback ever, but in his defense, most of his brainpower is going towards thinking about exactly what it is Stiles has been practicing with. For months. 

Or the one where Stiles wants to ride Derek's alpha form but has trouble asking for what he wants.

Mama Please by Parkkrys - (Rating: Mature, Words: 20,699, sterek)

Claudia gave up hunting to marry Noah and so far no regrets. Yes, it irks her that Noah is friends with the Hales, but she had been able to put it to the side. 

Now after having twins, she struggles with watching lil Stiles and Derek grow closer, and now at the age of eighteen Derek reveals that Stiles is his mate. Something in her snaps and she leaves to the Argents for help. She wasn't expecting her lil boy to be a spark though.

Now years later, she knows her baby boy is married to Derek and she is determined to set him free no matter the cause.

Down the Rabbit Hole by orphan_account - (Rating: G, Words: 3,953, sterek)

His hind paw catches on a rock and he goes down, crashing onto his stomach, the wind abruptly forced from his lungs. He tries to scramble to his feet – paws, whatever – but he can already sense a large figure hovering over him, trapping him in. He makes a break for it anyway, though, desperately trying to escape, but a large muzzle with rows of sharp teeth is already descending on him and –

– and Derek Hale is going to eat him to death. And not even in a sexy way. Then Derek finally will become a murderer, and his dad will have to identify his body by scraping bits of his rabbit intestines off of Derek’s wolf-y canines.

All because he didn’t warn his werewolf friends off from their usual late night hunts, because then he’d have to admit that he’s a fucking wererabbit.

I'm the ghost of my mistakes by GreyHaven - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 29,696, sterek)

Stiles hasn't been known as Stiles for the past six years. He's Mitch Rapp, a CIA assassin with 117 kills under his belt. When he gets a late night call from Scott, saying Derek has been taken, he's on the road back to Beacon Hills in less than ten minutes. He's going to get Derek back, even if that means adding a few more kills to his ledger.

An American Assassin/Teen Wolf fusion. Rated E for violence which is canon typical for AA but might be considered extreme for TW. If you're familiar with the plot of AA, please be assured that no female or beloved TW characters have been fridged in the making of this fic and pairing.

Magic Matters by alikatastic - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 20,314, sterek)

Stiles wouldn’t say that he had moved on from the pack, but he had not spoken to any of them in years. After the Ghost Riders, Stiles never found his place in the pack. After a few years and a dozen more fights, Stiles decided to blaze his own path. He made a name for himself as a magical fixer. Every week, he received thousands of emails requesting his help, so he didn’t know why he decided to aid a coven in South America to create a treaty with some hunters in the area. He knew there was a chance he would run into Derek, so it didn’t really surprise him that he did. He was surprised, though, when the magical bond flared up between them, seemingly aided by the magic of the coven, but what really surprised him was Derek’s lack of reaction

[pokemonshelterstories]

Were/are alpha pokemon real?? I grew up with my mother telling me stories about an alpha ursaring that totally definitely lived in the woods and would come eat me if I didn’t sleep at my bedtime. I grew up, thought it was completely fake, then my grandmother casually mentioned the TEN FOOT TALL ursaring skeleton excavated in the woods decades back?? So. I have questions?? Are they any different from weirdly big pokemon? Why don’t we see them anymore? Or . Maybe we do? I’m so out of the loop man what

alpha pokemon are a documented occurrence, yes! the term is used to refer particularly large, aggressive pokemon found in hisui before the region was industrialized. there's evidence of their existence in other regions, but hisui is where we see some of the best observations about them.

there is a marked difference between them and just particularly large individuals of a species, as we have notes distinguishing them by their territorial behavior and aggression towards both humans and pokemon. based on those qualities, we can guess that alpha pokemon likely had some sort of hormone imbalance causing excess testosterone- similar to the effect that pokerus has on a pokemon's system. there are even some scholars who theorize that alpha pokemon were wild pokemon that were infected with pokerus early on and survived to maturity!

as for why we don't really see them anymore, it's probably because being that large is...well, it's really tough on the body! being bigger and stronger means you need more resources, and it's not a guarantee that you're going to impress a potential mate to pass your genes on. being conspicuous can also have its downsides, especially as humans have expanded into formerly-wild areas. it doesn't matter if you win a lot of fights if you don't survive long enough to reproduce. it's possible there may still be some alpha pokemon out in more remote parts of the world, but if someone found them today, we would definitely hear about it.

[femboyomega]

I have had laichil brainrot for weeks and I need to write done my current mess of an omegaverse au I'm so sorry

Currently in love with that, only tall men and elves have the 2 gender. So, in this case, laios is an alpha, while chilchuck doesn't have to deal with that stuff. Until it's very obvious, laios is courting Chil. Like hard-core.

Any time this have a battle in the dungeon laios asks if he can scent chil, each meal laios has to hang the plate of food to chil, laios is weirdly obsess about giving chil clothing that smells like him and much more.

Chil doenst realize this till he over hears more about customs of tall men and it kinda hits him.

So in my au I'm thinking Chil also develops feelings for Laios but starts to try to reject laios any chance he gets. One, he rather die than accept that he's falling in love again, and second, chil is really nervous about the fact he's not an omega, so in the end, he might not meet some of laios needs. He would rather not accept love than have a chance where his heart is broken if laios finds someone else.

I'm kinda stuck right now, but I really want to build this out. (But also chil is a trans man bc every ship I ship I have to make one of them a trans man but I am also a trans man)

I think I'm gonna try to write this into a fic ugh I don't write good and I get conscious about my writing :((( I also need to draw fanart of them!!!!

That kinda all I have now. I do have nsfw ideas but I think I'll write them on a different post.

[gabessquishytum]

Omega!Hob who sells his virginity to the highest bidder because he knows he's pretty and he'll use the money to kickstart his future (housing, college, etc). He expects some creep to fuck him doggy style for 8 minutes and then fall asleep. He doesn't expect Alpha!Dream to absolutely rock his world and make him reconsider his career choice. (He still wants to be a teacher but he knows what he'll be doing if that fails.) ((He'll be Dream's sugar baby, that's his #2 career choice. Only Dream's.))

- 🚒

OOF yes!!! Weirdly I was reading an article about historical sex workers selling their virginities not long ago! The horny hivemind is real 👀

So Hob has fooled around a little but he's never gone all the way, he's freshly 18 and looking to finally lose his virginity... what better way than to sell it? He doesn't have any family to disapprove of his choice and he could really use the cash. So he puts up an ad on some kind of sketchy auction website... and watches the bids roll in.

(Yes he's a little worried that he might end up with a serial killer in his bed but he's 18 and stupid so he does it anyway)

The bids get flatteringly high and Hob has already made enough to put him through a good portion of university by the time the winner is declared. The alpha requests a meeting the very next day, even offering to transfer half the money before they even meet! Hob thinks he's struck gold and agrees immediately.

At the hotel room the alpha has arranged Hob waits in simple red briefs, buzzing with nerves. He's starting to think that it's probably going to be awful... and then in walks Dream. Hob’s world changes right there and then.

He's wet just from the smell. He can barely stutter out his name. He's behaving like a silly, sex crazed omega and this has never happened to him before! Dream just smirks.

He's beautiful, tall and deceptively slim. He might be around 45 and there's just the smallest touch of grey in his hair. Hob actually starts drooling. He's never been so horny or embarrassed before.

Dream makes him cum so many times he forgets his own name half way through. His tongue hangs out of his mouth and his limbs tremble and when Dream finally knots him, he cries and squirts all over the bed.

Afterwards Dream is so sweet, too. He orders half the room service menu and makes sure that Hob drinks all the water he can manage. He scolds Hob for his recklessness in selling himself like that. Anyone could have come across that ad! Dream had better start looking after Hob, since he clearly can't be trusted to care for himself...

A few months later when he starts uni, Hob is far from being a virgin... but he does have a brand new wardrobe and a scheduled weekly dinner date with the most attractive alpha in town so... he's feeling pretty pleased with himself.

Little did Hob know that the Corinthian was also bidding for him and he would NOT have been quite so nice. He got VERY lucky.

[tartsinarat]

Ik that Pip looks like he’s about to have an edgy amv of animal I’ve become but my guy is just vibin, it’s kinda like how at one point Eda is in owl beast mode but is still able to be herself, this is Pip’s version of that but he’s kinda stuck mid-way

Pip: “how the turn tables turn huh, “big” brother >:)”

Also after getting used to it, Pip ends up finding it hilarious whenever he’s in this weird mid-way form because his limbs are weirdly lanky and tall so he can pester Hunter about no longer the alpha sibling /gravity falls reference :) and that always pisses off Hunter because using a curse is cheating so it’s extremely unfair (Hunter also hates the fact that his younger brother is taller than him now even tho they were originally more or less the same height lmao)

Btw This is the result of him attempting to figure out how to make an elixir as there’s quite literally nothing magical he feels comfortable eating and he doesn’t like how much the deer beast is taking over and attacking random people and creatures out in the woods so it was pretty much his last resort. The deer beast at least, wasn’t immediately attacking Luz and the rest of the gang so Pip wasn’t too worried at first but did attempt to make an elixir out of human realm supplies, he managed to make something that could work as an elixir but it essentially just puts the deer beast to sleep and leaves his body back to his control but at whatever point of transformation his body was at :/ so it’s kinda shitty and he just has to ride that out until his body goes back to normal

The first time they tried the elixir tho was basically a horror movie for the rest of the gang as it was the first time the deer beast actually attempted to eat someone in the house, it was Hunter at like 3am and yes it was horrific for everyone involved except for Luz who was so numb to curses acting feral that she just causally tested a elixir by throwing it as hard as she could at the deer beast’s head and it worked well enough.

Luz: “NOW EAT THIS SUCKA!!!”

Luz felt bad after because Pip ended up feeling the wack of the glass bottle so she ended up having the funniest idea to just use a water gun instead next time

[sterekbros]

Like this Forever by EvanesDust (@evanesdust) & Winchesterek (@sterekbros)

Rating: Explicit Art: OffHandDesign Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, True Mates, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Boss/Employee Relationship, Getting Together, Mpreg

Excerpt:

“What the hell is a Stiles?”

“That would be me,” came a voice from close by. A guy, Stiles, walked up to them. He was almost as tall as Derek, with a smile on his face, his hair a little mused but at a professional length with moles freckled across his skin. Stiles was broad-shoulder and slimmer at the waist, dressed in casual clothing with a bag slung over his shoulder. He held a to-go cup holder in one hand.

“It’s a nickname,” Stiles continued. “And I got your coffee on my way in since I was stopping by anyway.” He took a cup out of the holder and held it out to Derek.

Derek stood frozen for a moment before taking the cup. It smelled like his normal order from Starbucks, a white chocolate mocha. Though it was overpowered by the scent of something woody and fresh, and also…motor oil? It was the oddest combination but also weirdly calming since it reminded him of home and the preserve.

[brighterdaysarebeforeus]

This went…slightly off the rails, I think. I really only wanted to put a quick reference to the whole Mumbatten scene and ended up…rewriting it. Again. (>.<) god, that’s embarrassing. Anyway, enjoy!

Part 1 here

The whole ‘canon events must happen to all Spiders’ debacle that Miguel set off lasted a lot longer than Miles was expecting. Time stretched differently across the multiverse, which he hadn’t known or been expecting,and which had thrown him off of his semi-regular cycle. All this to say that when he finally went back home, it was the nearly four months from his initial leave date (the day of the block party and his dad’s promotion), he was still battered and bruised from several different fights (starting with O’Hara and, ironically, ending with O’Hara), he still actually had to fight the Spot (who had landed back in regular 1610 New York approximately two minutes before Miles did, that was kinda lucky, right?), and the cherry to top it all off, he’d missed his rut and could already feel it —

Wait, wait wait wait. Wait. Let’s back up.

So Gwen finally found a way to visit, and showed up the day before his dad’s official promotion. They hung out for a bit, and then Miles realized that she’d had an ulterior motive for coming to his dimension. Which, weirdly enough, had to do more with the Spot than him. When she pulled up communication with an unfamiliar woman who’d sent her to a different dimension to catch the Spot, Miles made a split second decision to go after her.

Finding himself in Mumbatten was…an experience. He thought that having different dimension Spiders in his New York would be as different as things could get, but he was…very wrong.

Mumbatten was loud. Yes, New York could also get loud, but not this way. There were people everywhere talking in Indian. Scooters with more people on them than they were designed to hold, Indian music playing nearly everywhere. Traffic was similar enough, surprisingly, but there were more clotheslines than Miles had been expecting, and the buildings were shaped differently. It was an entirely different sort of beauty than Miles knew from his own New York, but it was still breathtakingly beautiful, and the Spider who protected it was no different.

Pavitr was bright and funny, and Miles liked him almost instantly. He didn’t particularly care for how fast he clocked his crush on Gwen, and Gwen clearly hadn’t expected the younger Spider to point it out so blatantly. Still, Miles was down for helping Pavitr as much as he could, considering how long the kid had been Spider Man for (seriously, six months and the kid got a watch?? Miles thought he’d been doing a great job at being Spider Man, he’d been doing it for over a year on his own, why couldn’t he get one?) and considering the Spot had initially come from his universe anyway.

Also, and Miles in no way ever wanted Pavitr to figure this out, his alpha instincts kicked in around him almost immediately. He wanted to protect this (apparently beta) Spider he barely knew, keep bad things from happening to him and his world. And, honestly, that meant following both him and Gwen to Mumbatten AlcheMax, despite his sporadic glitching, to help stop the Spot. He’d tried to show off, tried to display to Gwen and Pavitr a new trick he was working on, and though he’d just nearly had it working —

Omega pinged on his senses, and before Miles could even try to figure out what was going on, there was an additional Spider.

He was tall and thin, and Miles felt himself going haywire in the rush to protectprotectprotectprotect this brand new person he didn’t even know, this omega who quite literally came out of nowhere. He turned to Gwen instead, slightly indignant when she clearly knew this new Spider, and feeling his instincts to impress flare up when Pavitr thanked this new Spider for breaking the barrier he’d been trying to break. Not only that, but then! Then, this new Spider gave Miles advice on how to do better next time, and also implied that Gwen, an alpha, spent the night at his, the omega’s, place recently.

It was a lot. It was a lot for Miles, especially in the middle of a fight, and a fight with the Spot to boot. He tried to show off where he could, but it wasn’t working like he hoped it would. Because of Spot, of course, not because of anything else. Miles wasn’t even sure who he was trying to impress at this point; on the one hand, there was Gwen, who he’d had a crush on since she’d introduced herself as ‘Gwanda’ and he’d stuck his hand to her hair on accident (the way she’d physically snapped her compact mirror shut and later verbally snapped at him about her new haircut had made his blood boil in the best way).

And on the other hand…

Look, Miles had been focused on Gwen, kind of. Hung up on her, on one of the only other people his age he’d known who would understand the dangers and risks and rewards of being a Spider. He never really cared to make overtures at others in his universe, omega or otherwise. As far as he’d been concerned, Gwen had been the be-all, end-all.

But now Hobie. Hobie, with his spiked mask, his vest, with his pink outline every time Miles got close, with his guitar and his boots and that super enticing omega scent he kept catching whiffs of…Miles found himself trying to show off for him even as he tried to poke holes in the other Spider’s logic (“I don’t believe in teamwork!” “Aren’t you in a band?” “I don’t believe in consistency!”). He was failing, miserably.

And then when the Spot got away, and Mumbatten’s AlcheMax started falling apart. Pavitr looked to them, and so did a bright pink Hobie, and Miles automatically gave out the orders to get things done quickly to save the civilians. He’d felt a burst of pride that was quickly popped when Hobie agreed to do what he said even as he pointedly mentioned it wasn’t because Miles specifically wanted him to, and he and Pavitr worked to get civilians to safety as quickly as possible. In this, they worked together much more seamlessly than they had fighting the Spot, and by the time Hobie and Gwen had dropped the AlcheMax building, everything was almost peachy.

And then Pavitr had to save the bus, and couldn’t save the Inspector in time, and Miles saw his opportunity. He could help Pavitr, he could get noticed by the Spider Society Gwen was a part of and get himself an inter-dimensional watch to see Peni and Peter and Noir and Ham again, he could prove himself as a viable alpha to Hobie Gwen, prove himself to Gwen.

She tried to stop him, clearly worried about him, and he reassured her as best as he could before jumping into the fray after Pavitr. And he did it, he saved the Inspector, he saved the little girl, and though Gwen was the one who pulled the rubble off of the three of them, Miles found himself looking for Hobie in spite of himself.

He was still caught off guard when the Spider himself grabbed him from behind, shaking him and crowing praise in his ear like he couldn’t help himself. Miles felt warm all over, smiling up at his bright pink outline as best as he could even though it wasn’t clearly visible through the mask; though he’d stopped tensing up when Gwen appeared to be all right, Miles found himself relaxing even more now that Hobie was for sure ok. He’d barely even registered the people cheering for them all, the way that all four of them were waving back and Pavitr was almost bouncing on his feet. Hobie still had his arm around Miles, and though he wasn’t quite sure of what was proper or not, Miles found himself wanting to wrap himself around Hobie in return.

And, honestly? That was an entire can of worms he did not feel like opening. Ever.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Richard Dawkins

Published: Jul 26, 2023

In 2011, I was invited to guest edit the Christmas double issue of the New Statesman. I enjoyed the experience, which involved a visit to Christopher Hitchens in Texas to conduct what turned out to be his last interview. I didn’t ask him, “What is a woman?” In 2011, it wouldn’t have occurred to anyone to ask such a daft question. Today it is hurled at embarrassed and perplexed politicians, in tones that are challenging to the point of belligerence. It isn’t hard to imagine Hitchens’ response if he could be asked it today.

My main contribution to that Christmas issue was a long essay on “The tyranny of the discontinuous mind”. Everywhere you look, smooth continua are gratuitously carved into discrete categories. Social scientists count how many people lie below “the poverty line”, as though there really were a boundary, instead of a continuum measured in real income. “Pro-life” and pro-choice advocates fret about the moment in embryology when personhood begins, instead of recognising the reality, which is a smooth ascent from zygotehood. An American might be called “black”, even if seven eighths of his ancestors were white.

Anthropologists quarrel over whether a fossil is late Homo erectus or early Homo sapiens. But it is of the very nature of evolution that there must be a continuous sequence of intermediates. You can vote on your 18th birthday but not before, as though the stroke of midnight signals a quantum leap in your political competence. Universities award first-, upper second-, lower second- and third-class degrees, even though everyone knows that the top of any one class is much further from the bottom of the same class than it is from the bottom of the class above. There are Oxford dons with faith in something they call “the alpha mind”, a Platonic “ideal form”, like a perfect triangle hanging pristine and aloof above messy reality.

If the editor had challenged me to come up with examples where the discontinuous mind really does get it right, I’d have struggled. Tall vs short, fat vs thin, strong vs weak, fast vs slow, old vs young, drunk vs sober, safe vs unsafe, even guilty vs not guilty: these are the ends of continuous if not always bell-shaped distributions. As a biologist, the only strongly discontinuous binary I can think of has weirdly become violently controversial. It is sex: male vs female. You can be cancelled, vilified, even physically threatened if you dare to suggest that an adult human must be either man or woman. But it is true; for once, the discontinuous mind is right. And the tyranny comes from the other direction, as that brave hero JK Rowling could testify.

Sex is a true binary. It all started with the evolution of anisogamy – sexual reproduction where the gametes are of two discontinuous sizes: macrogametes or eggs, and microgametes or sperm. The difference is huge. You could pack 15,000 sperm into one human egg. When two individuals jointly invest in a baby, and one invests 15,000 times as much as the other, you might say that she (see how pronouns creep in unannounced) has made a greater commitment to the partnership.

Anisogamy is the rule in most animals, but it hasn’t always been so. Some primitive animals and plants are still “isogamous”: instead of macrogametes and microgametes, they have medium-sized (iso)gametes. Both partners contribute equally to the joint investment. To make a viable zygote you need the sum of two isogametes, each worth half a zygote. The same requisite sum can be achieved if one partner contributes a slightly smaller isogamete, but this will work only if the other partner chips in with a larger isogamete to redress the shortfall. You could say the minority investor is exploiting the partner who commits the larger gamete.

You can perhaps see where this argument is going, and it has indeed been modelled mathematically. Isogamy is unstable. Under plausible conditions, we get runaway evolution towards some individuals making smaller and smaller gametes, while others go in the other direction, making larger and larger gametes. At the end of the runaway, we now have microgametes that actively seek out macrogametes, and they evolve wriggling tails to propel their pursuit. Macrogametes are in demand, and have no need to go out looking for microgametes. Because microgametes are so small, individuals who make them can afford to make many. Macrogametes have to be few because, as economists love to say, there’s no such thing as a free lunch. The imbalance also means that microgamete producers (“he/him”) can mate with lots of different macrogamete producers (“she/her”), deserting each one in turn. Or they can sequester for themselves a harem of she/hers. There’d be no point in a she/her gathering a harem of he/hims around her: she doesn’t have enough macrogametes to benefit.

The anisogamy binary furnishes the oldest and deepest way to distinguish the sexes. There are others, but they are less universally applicable. In mammals and birds, you can do it with chromosomes. Each body cell of a normal human has 46 chromosomes, 23 from each parent. Among these are two sex chromosomes, called X or Y, one from each parent. Females have two Xs, males one X and one Y. Any mammal with a Y chromosome will develop as a male. When a male makes sperm (“haploid”, having only one set of 23 chromosomes), 50 per cent of them are Y sperm, destined to beget sons, and 50 per cent are X sperm, which make daughters. Birds and butterflies have a similar system, but the other way around. It is females that have XY, except that they’re called ZW. In flies, the equivalent of the Y chromosome is a zero. If a fly has two sex chromosomes she’s female. A fly with only one sex chromosome is male. Many reptiles use temperature instead of chromosomes. Turtles that are incubated below 27.7°C develop as male, warmer eggs as female.

Clownfish determine sex not by temperature but by dominance. All but one of the members of a group are male, and like many animals they sort themselves into a dominance hierarchy. There is only one female in the group. When she dies, the dominant male changes sex and becomes the female. What this means in gametic terms is that his testes shrink and ovaries grow instead. The principle of binary sex at the level of micro- and macro-gametes is maintained. Hermaphrodites such as earthworms and land snails have testes and ovaries all in the same body at the same time. Snails are capable of exchanging sperm both ways, having first violently fired harpoons into each other. Angler fish also have both male and female organs in the same body. But it comes about in a curious way. Males are diminutive dwarves; they locate a female, sink their jaws into her body wall, and then become part of her as no more than a tiny testicular excrescence.

In mammals, including humans, there are occasional intersexes. Babies can be born with ambiguous genitalia. These cases are rare. The highest estimate, 1.7 per cent of the population, comes from the US biologist Anne Fausto-Sterling. But she inflated her estimate hugely by including Klinefelter and Turner syndromes, neither of which are true intersexes. Klinefelter individuals have an extra X chromosome (XXY) but their Y chromosome ensures that they are obvious males, producing microgametes, albeit from reduced testes. Turner individuals are unambiguous females with no Y chromosome and only one (functioning) X chromosome. They have a vagina and uterus, and their ovaries, if any, are non-functional. Obviously, Klinefelter (always male) and Turner (always female) individuals must be eliminated from counts of intersexes, in which case Fausto-Sterling’s estimate shrinks from 1.7 per cent to less than 0.02 per cent. Genuine intersexes are way too rare to challenge the statement that sex is binary. There are two sexes in mammals, and that’s that.

But what about gender? What is gender, and how many genders are there? It is now fashionable to use “gender” for what we might call fictive sex: a person’s “gender” is the sex to which they feel that they belong, as opposed to their biological sex. In this meaning, “genders” have proliferated wildly. When I last heard, there were 83. But that was yesterday. What does “gender” actually mean?

Language evolves, and many words change their meaning on a timescale of centuries. But “gender” has been fast-tracked. It is primarily a linguistic technical term. Linguists classify words of a given language according to such things as the suffixes on adjectives that qualify them, or their agreeing pronouns and articles. All French nouns follow either le or la. They take different pronouns, and adjectives agree with them in a gendered way (le chapeau blanc but la robe blanche). Normally (there are exceptions, such as la souris for a mouse of either sex) males are le and females la. This makes it convenient to use the label “masculine” for le words and “feminine” for la words. Table is a feminine word, but French speakers don’t think of a table as a female piece of furniture. It’s just a la word. Lithuanian also has two genders, but possessive pronouns agree with the gender of the possessor (as in English) whereas in French they agree with the gender of the object possessed. Estonian has only one gender, which I suppose means no gender – the very idea of gender is meaningless. Some Bantu languages such as Nyanja, the dominant language of my childhood home of Malawi, have many. Steven Pinker’s The Language Instinct quotes Kivunjo as having 16 genders. These are not 16 sexual identities, they are 16 families of nouns classified according to how verbs agree with them.

In English, as in French, gender and sex align. All female animals are of feminine gender, all males are masculine, all inanimate things are neuter (with whimsical exceptions such as ships and nations, which can be feminine). Because of the perfect correlation between sex and gender in English grammar, it was natural for English speakers to adopt “gender” as a genteel euphemism for sex: “Sam is of female gender” sounded more polite than “of female sex”.

But that convention recently gave way to another one. The fashion for females to “identify as” male and for males to “identify as” female has emplaced an assertive new convention. Your genes and chromosomes may determine your sex, but your gender is whatever floats your boat: “I was assigned male at birth, but I identify as a woman.” Finally, the wheel turns full circle, and self-identification has now gone so far as to usurp even “sex”. A “woman” is defined as anyone who chooses to call herself a woman, and never mind if she has a penis and a hairy chest. And of course this entitles her to enter women’s changing rooms and athletic competitions. Why should she not? She is, after all, a woman, is she not? Deny it and you are a transphobic bigot.

High priests of postmodernism teach that lived experience and feelings trump science (which is just the mythology of a tribe of oppressive colonialists). Catholic (but not Protestant) theologians declare that consecrated wine actually becomes the blood of Christ. The dilute alcohol solution that remains in the chalice is but an Aristotelian “accidental”. The “whole substance” (hence the word “transubstantiation”) is divine blood in true reality. In the new religion of transsexual transubstantiation, a “woman’s penis” is just an “accidental”, a mere social construct. In “whole substance” she is a woman. A trans-substantiated woman.

Sarcasm aside, gender dysphoria is a real thing. Those who sincerely feel themselves born in the wrong body deserve sympathy and respect. I was convinced of this when I read Jan Morris’s moving memoir, Conundrum (1974). As what she called a “true transsexual”, she distanced herself from “the poor cast-aways of intersex, the misguided homosexuals, the transvestites, the psychotic exhibitionists, who tumble through this half-world like painted clowns, pitiful to others and often horrible to themselves”. Under “misguided” she might have added today’s unfortunate children who, latching on to a playground craze, find themselves eagerly affirmed by “supportive” teachers, and au courant doctors with knives and hormones. See Abigail Shrier’s Irreversible Damage: The Transgender Craze Seducing Our Daughters (2020); Kathleen Stock’s Material Girls: Why Reality Matters for Feminism (2021); and Helen Joyce’s Trans: When Ideology Meets Reality (2021). Many of us know people who choose to identify with the sex opposite to their biological reality. It is polite and friendly to call them by the name and pronouns that they prefer. They have a right to that respect and sympathy. Their militantly vocal supporters do not have a right to commandeer our words and impose idiosyncratic redefinitions on the rest of us. You have a right to your private lexicon, but you are not entitled to insist that we change our language to suit your whim. And you absolutely have no right to bully and intimidate those who follow common usage and biological reality in their usage of “woman” as honoured descriptor for half the population. A woman is an adult human female, free of Y chromosomes.

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

Eleanor Mouse the only mouse to own a 30 ft 500lb Green anaconda cause it most likely weirdly imprinted on her as she got Buddy as a hatchling and he now sees her as alpha and mom

I hope someday to draw this since she's a 1 ft 5 inch tall individual who's curled up safely in his grasp to the absolute mortification of her father and Mother

[oh-surprise-its-me]

I'll soon hopefully finish writing day 2 AND 3, and then translate 3 because I've accidentally started it in italian for God knows what reason... day 3 is a pretty dark Nick and Mav. Planning to take the pretty omega away from Tom Mr perfect alpha Kazansky. Probably will have a angry tom too, cause ronnie is his 🙃 it's mostly improvised this time but oooh it fits!!

(Also..Ronnie not being the regular omega they're used to, but definitely one)

Screaming

Kinda thinking about writing a little bit of kinktober but I don’t love all of the prompts.. guess we’ll see-Fun fact about me! Alpha/beta/omega/ dynamics are weirdly entertaining for me to read, I don’t get why so many people freak out at them.

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Ron’s dad had always hated that he was an omega. The first guy to ever tell him it was okay was Tom.

Good Tommy. Incredible Tommy. The perfect alpha Tommy.

Tom was running and getting him some food, Ron is curled on the couch. Can’t wait to curl under Tom’s chin. Loves how his mate smells.

Mate!

Ron still can’t quite believe it. He’s everything an omega shouldn’t be. Tall, strong opinion, in the navy, and not submissive out of the bedroom in the slightest.

He hears the door open. He sees Tom come around the corner. “Coke and French fries sunshine.”

Ron grins. He can’t wait for the rest of their bond leave.

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Literally can’t wait to read whatever you write Phanie. I’m excited for everything.

[undertale-writing-times]

This is my first ask 👉👈 umm.. Swapfell bros , Envy and Pride being with. Lizard monster s/o

Big Cuddles! Big Lizard! Big Warmth! Big Strong! Basically s/o smothers them in love! ( Did I do this right?)

You did really well! Since this is your first ask I'll post it instead of put it into the queue :)

King: He's never met a lizard monster other than Terror, and he didn't really care much about her. She was just his second hand! Not that he could even call her that… But you? You're amazing! You're strong, tall, and you like to give him attention and affection. Sometimes he would see you sunning and when you do that, he goes to lay with you. It's one of the times that he can excuse being 'lazy' since you need to do it. Unlike his brother. All of the attention and affection makes him feel really good about himself, and you always see him perk up when you come over cause he knows that he's gonna get at least three hugs in the time of ten minutes. He often holds out his arms when he sees you, just prepared for you to hug him. If you lift him up in the hug too? Yeah, got heart eyes.

Alpha: No. He would tell you that you need to ask before touching him, he doesn't care how long that they've been together or how long they've known each other. He doesn't like it when people touch him, and randomly touching him will end with him panicking and most likely accidentally punching you, and he would much rather NOT do that. Now after you make sure to tell him that you're gonna touch him, he doesn't mind, and will lean into the touch. He has a lot of… stufrf in his past that made him not really react too well to touches. It's uh a long story. He likes to pet your tail and, weirdly, finds your scales calming to lay against. Slowly he would get used to you touching him and might even start the hugs himself! It's a big deal.

Envy: It depends. Did he meet you while out and about, or are you part of the mafia? If you're part of his mafia, he might treat you more like a second hand sometimes than a partner, and honestly, Calamity might be jealous of you haha. If you weren't part of his mafia, then he'll treat you softer. You might, most likely, be bigger than him in height and muscle but he's strong in his connections. If something happens to you, or you want anything, tell him and he can either take care of the problem or get you what you want within most likely hours. He loves how cuddly you are, he thinks that it's really cute! Loves how touchy feely you are. You're one of the only people he allows to touch him like that.

Pride: He loves the attention. It, honestly, makes him feel really good about himself! Sometimes he feels a little bad with how many people talk bad about police and cops, he knows that some of them are bad… most of them, but he likes to think that he is one of the few good ones. With you being so kind and sweet to him, it helps him understand that yes, people like him. If you pick him up while hugging him, he'll get so embarrassed! He would most likely try to do the same thing to you, funnily enough! :D He's very warm too so sometimes he would lean against you while cuddling and he would help you warm up if you're ever cold.

[queenmoondark2000]

Yyandere moon knight x wolf male y/n

🍙 my first time so give me a break...all so you might be able to make him pregnant, and I make more episode of this..if you guys like me to,

You never understood why you feel like some one is watching your ever moved, tell one night you know why...

You and your friends "male" have moved from NYC, you never really was the type to go out especially when it comes to moveing out of City you grow and live at, but at the same time you don't like lots of people and the noise,

Some nights when the moon is our big and full you and your family and friends go out for the moon... your father is the alpha, you don't plan on being the alpha and your father is cool with that,

As you were in your thoughts you don't know your friends are calling your name "Y/N!!" You look at ray "what man?" he smiled at you "we made it..." You look at the airplane window,

"good I need some air" same of your friends laugh at you, you and your friends get out of the airplane you never really thought the city be small, especially the people that are that,

"so you guys we have all 2 years for ourselves..we make the best of it"

🍙btw you are older than your friends and your friends are Wolf to...I go back to the book,

You look at Kiki as he says that..all the 3 of you guys go and get a hotel room, as ray is talking to the woman on the desk, you feel some one is behind you, you turn around and see a male he looks cute to your eyes but all so give you vibes of a psycho,

"can I help you?" You ask the male "s-sorry I can't help but notice you" he sounds pretty with the little accents of his "yeah... happened all the time" before he can even introduce himself Rey call your name "hay y/n we got the room" you smile "good" you look back at the male "I huh see you around.." "y-yeah"

you leave and catch up with your homies.."he look cute" Marc say to Steven "he do~" he looks back at you as you and your friends leave "did you get his name?" Marc ask Steven, Steven don't say anything back it take him a will to respond to Marc "STEVEN!?" he look at the little mirror "what?" "Did you get his name?" He blush a little "yeah..name is y/n~" Marc can tall it be a long day for them

He leaves out of the apartment building as the woman from the front desk looks at them weirdly...

🍙that be it my friends I hope you guys like it,if so tall me how you like it and tall me if you guys want a two...btw if you take too long I will make a two😅

🍙have a nice night or day

[autisticnonbinaryperson]

Bakugou x Shinsou omegaverse

Shinsou was lying if he said he was never happy about being an omega, it had its perks, he got to skip school for a week every three months, but for most other omegas it was for the thing most hated among them, their heats. Shinsou weirdly loved his heats, he loved bundling himself in his nest and not moving, while the weird hornyness was not that delightful, he couldn’t really care when he was able to lay in his bed and sleep for a whole week. 

The one problem however was an alpha by the name of Bakugou, he was a prime, which to Shinsou only meant a stronger scent. But god did Shinsou love his scent, unlike most alphas who had bitter scents, Bakugou had a sweet Caramel scent, with a hint of yuzu, Shinsou himself had a chocolatey scent, with hazelnut and oranges, he hated his own scent, but he couldn’t get over Bakugou’s.

Right now, Shinsou was lying in his bed, surrounded by blankets and stuffed animals, he was in just a shirt, he didn’t really have time to care at the moment, he was bundled up in his bed, but the most dreaded part for him would be any minute. While omega and alpha heats are different on many levels, one thing that's the same is how they happen, omega heats happen in waves, giving needed rest periods for eating and sleeping.  But the one exception to this is courting, normally alphas would court an omega before a heat, but the bold do it during an omegas heat. Shinsou begged to himself for years that Bakugou would court him, yet he never did. He knew Bakugou was cocky and if he did, would do it during Shinsou’s heat, but he knew that it would never happen. 

Shinsou was laying in his nest, sweat was dripping down his body, he was comfortable of course, but he was starting to get really needy. Shinsou was questioning how he had gotten here, before he heard a knock on the door, he really didn’t want to get up, but something was compelling him to. Shinsou slowly rolled off of his bed, avoiding his nest so as not to destroy it, and fell to the floor. Shinsou got up, and walked slowly to the door. When he got to the door he immediately knew who was on the other side, the sweet scent of caramel and yuzu filling his lungs. Shinsou prayed to whatever god could get him out of this, but he begrudgingly opened the door, and there he was, the six foot something alpha he hasn’t gotten his mind off of for days. Kasuki was standing tall, his face was in one of his signature frowns, before becoming a sharp grin, Shinsou felt shivers go down his spine. He didn’t want to know what Kasuki was thinking, but at the same time, he wanted to know if he was thinking the same. Before Shinsou could connect two brain cells to talk, Kasuki picked him up and pulled him back into the safety of his room, shutting and locking the door.

“What are you doing?” Shisou asked in a tired tone, trying to keep the arousal out of his voice, which failed miserably.

“I’m helping obviously, you think I don’t know about your weird crush on me?”  Katsuki said in a condescending tone.

Shinsou stayed silent, he felt like he was about to explode, before he knew it, he was plopped down on his nest. Shinsou felt weird, and it wasn’t just the fact that Kasuki could see his pussy very easily right now, but the fact that Katsuki was taking off his shirt was probably what was making him feel weird. Shinsou watched intently as Katsuki threw the shirt to Shinsou, understanding what he wanted, Shinsou added the shirt to his nest. Katsuki quickly joined Shinsou in his nest. Shinsou quickly felt lips on his, Katsuki quickly slipped his tongue in his mouth, Shinsou put up no resistance, he knew what Katsuki wanted, and he wanted that too, Katsuki pulled away even with Shinsou’s protest.

“Are you sure you want this?” Katsuki asked, holding Shinsou by the waist.

“I’m sure, just please get on with it,” Shinsou asked in an annoyed tone. 

“Don’t need to get bratty, your lucky I showed up” Katsuki retorted, yet completed with Shinsou’s request, kissing his again with more vigor, it was hard for Shisou to breathe, noticing this, Katsuki released his lips, moving down to his neck. Katsuki bit and licked at Shinsou’s neck, Shinsou knew what he was searching for, yet avoided it like the plague. Shinsou was about to beg Katsuki to just do anything to his scent gland, yet he didn’t have to, Katsuki bit down hard on his scent gland, not enough to draw blood, but more than enough to make Shinsou moan loudly.

Shinsou felt his mind going fuzzy, his limbs felt like jelly in Katsuki’s grasp, he felt Katsuki gently lay his torso down on the bed, the pillows propping his upper body up. Shinsou wanted to protest, but he didn’t have the voice to, he felt Katsuki lift the shirt that had been covering everything up over his head, he really wanted to protest, it wasn’t fair he was naked before Katsuki. It was like Katsuki could read his mind, quickly discarding his pants and underwear, laying them in the nest, at least he could get one thing right at the moment. Shinsou looked in awe, he forgot how much he loved Katsuki before this, reaching out his arms, Katsuki quickly got the memo. Katsuki grabbed Shinsou, who at this point couldn’t support his own body weight. Katsuki quickly went for Shinsou’s chest, grabbing the small lumps of flesh and kneading them, before putting one in his mouth, Shinsou was confused at first, he’d never played with his chest during heat. All of Shinsou’s thoughts died quickly in his brain when he moaned louder than he thought he could. When Shinsou finally balled up the courage to look down, he stared in shock, white liquid was running down his chest, Katsuki’s head was down, and a wolfish grin was on his face. Shinsou was at a loss for words, his face turning a vermilion color, Shinsou looked away, he felt Katsuki attack his nipple again, drawing out the liquid, Shinsou felt the coil in his stomach tightening, but just before it unwinded, Katsuki stopped sucking, instead lapping up the liquid that cascaded down Shinsou’s now slightly swollen chest. Shinsou felt a lump in his throat, slick was cascading down his thighs, much to the pleasure of Katsuki.

Shinsou watched as Katsuki trailed his hands, and mouth down his body, leaving bites and scratches along Shinsou’s body.

“Aren’t you supposed to court me before trying to fuck my brains out?” Shinsou asked, trying to hide the whine that slipped out in the process.

“Please, you wouldn’t want to wait weeks of just me courting you, you’d fuck me yourself before the courting ended.” Bakugou retorted to him, Shinsou knew he was supposed to sound condescending, but it just came out as seductive to Shinsou. Katsuki quickly made work of Shinsou’s chest, going down until he reached Shinsou’s pussy, watching the slick pool there, Shinsou suddenly yelped as Katsuki pushed one of his thick fingers into his pussy. Shinsou moaned as the pain died down a little. Tears were starting to well up in his eyes, no matter how much slick Shinsou produced, it never was enough to get a finger in him without pain. Katsuki kissed Shinsou’s forehead, seeming like a silent apology, which felt really weird to Shinsou, Katsuki was never kind to people, Shinsou didn’t think about it too much though, as he felt the finger that was inside of him start moving. Shinsou winced at first, but soon the pain was turning into pleasure, Shinsou moaned, feeling more slick being pushed out of his hole, Shinsou’s moans got louder over time, Shinsou whimpered as a second finger pushed its way through. Shinsou knew why he was doing this, Shinsou could only hope it would get better soon.

Shinsou felt Katsuki’s finger press against his g-spot, shinsou moaned louder than he thought he ever could. Suddenly, Katsuki removed his fingers, grabbing Shinsou’s legs and putting them on his shoulders. Shinsou felt Katsuki’s member touch his hole, it made Shinsou shiver. Shinsou felt the tip of Katsuki’s member slip inside his hole, Shinsou whimpered at the feeling, he had never been stretched like this. Shinsou felt his innermost parts being stretched, Shinsou waited in agony until Katsuki bottomed out.

“Please don’t move yet” Shinsou gasped out, placing an arm over his eyes, his breath labored.

“We're gonna be here for a while aren’t we?” Katsuki mocked as he moved his hands to Shinsou’s hips, gently rubbing circles on them.

“What do you think?” Shinsou retorted as he gave a deathly glare at Katsuki, trying to hide the fact he was purring as Katsuki rubbed his hips.

“Ok, you can move now,” Shinsou said after an eternity.

“Finally” Katsuki said as he slowly pulled out halfway, before thrusting back into him, Shinsou moaned loudly, Shinsou tried to move his hand down to cover his mouth, but Katsuki reacted faster, grabbing his hand and moving it upwards. Katsuki let go of his arm just as fast, slowly picking up the pace of his thrusts. Shinsou was on cloud nine, the feeling of pain in his abdomen was gone by now, all it was replaced by was pleasure. Shinou felt more slick going down his legs, Shinsou was gasping, every thrust taking the air out of his lungs, Katsuki was now holding onto his legs, thrusting faster than before. Shinsou felt Katsuki’s member kissing his womb, it was satiating the one part of his body he could never reach. Shinsou was moaning louder by now, his body felt like jelly. Shinsou fisted at the blankets with his fist turning his head to look away, staring at the bookshelf fixated on the wall near them, Shinsou felt a particularly hard thrust, Shinsou moaned loudly, tears filling his eyes. Shinsou’s back arched as Katsuki hit a particularly good spot, tears spilled from Shinsou’s eyes this time, rolling down his cheeks in fat lumps, Katsuki leaned down, and kissed the tears.

Katsuki had never been this gentle to anyone, especially Shinsou. Before he knew it, Shinsou had been flipped over, his chest resting on Katsuki, who was being propped up by the pillows of Shinsou’s nest. Katsuki's cock went even deeper now, Shinsou moaned as his body fell against Katsuki’s.  Katskui held Shinsou up, Shinsou felt Katsuki’s hands starting to heat up, there would definitely be burn marks later.

“Move back and forth,” Katsuki said while his hands slowly moved up to Shinsou’s waist. Shinsou didn’t argue, Katsuki had to have more sex experience than him, Shinsou slowly moved back and forth on Katsukis member, Shinsou almost immediately came, slick pooling on Katsukis abdomen and Shinsou latching onto Katsuki like a lifeline, that was the first time he’d come during heat, and he felt like jelly, his mind was fuzzy. Shinsou collapsed onto Katsuki, he hadn’t come yet, and the base of his knot was slightly swollen, but he pulled out, leaving Shinsou feeling empty and annoyed. 

“Why’d you pull out?” Shinsou asked in an annoyed tone.

“Because it's only the second day of your heat, only an idiot would knot you this early.” Katsuki answered, not in his normal slightly frustrated voice, but a more calm voice. Katsuki picked Shinsou up before he could retort, Shinsou knew that Katsuki was right, anyone who did would be stupid, and Shinsou could feel the gentle breath of Katsuki at his scent gland, Katsuki was soaking in Shinsou’s scent. Shinsou moved his neck up to Katsuki’s scenting Katsuki, before long they were in the bathroom, Katsuki set Shinsou down and turned on the bath, when the bath was full, Katsuki picked up the still somewhat limp Shinsou and brought him to the bath, setting him in in front of Katsuki, Shinsou leaned on Katsuki for leverage, the water was warm and inviting by the mixes of chocolate, carmel and yuzu, Katsuki gently massaged Shinsou. Shinsou purred at this, he couldn’t wait for Katsuki to court him, it felt like forever of Katsuki’s gentle, warm touches before they got out, even in his disappointment of getting out of the bath, Katsuki still took care of him. Everything that happened felt like a small blur, his mind still a little foggy, but he felt a thin shirt go over his body, and felt his sheets, Shinsou instinctively cuddled into Katsuki’s embrace.

“Please never scare me like that again” Shinsou said, still shaken from the, you know being grabbed and fucked without given time to comprehend what was happening.

“I make no promises” Katsuki chuckled as they both slowly lulled off to sleep.