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Pit of Hell

dark Alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader

summary: You only wanted to go one level deeper into the circles of Inferno. Just one step to secure yourself a stable life. But you're unexpectedly thrown into the lowest level. The pit of hell itself. Where a beast awaits.

warnings: dark!Ari; A/B/O; secret society; semi-dystopian; heavy dub-con; coercion; entrapment; power imbalance; breeding kink; virginity kink; rough sex; dacryphilia; branding; light exhibitionism (forced); degradation; very light blood kink (in reference to virginal blood); oral (m receiving); forced deep throating; dirty talk; no knotting

word count: 7k

Author's Note: I gave you some options in the polls and the results were... meh? Lol, I mean I always love Alpha Ari and breeding is forever my on brand kink, but honestly it was just a little disappointing, because I already have alpha Ari with a breeding kink. So I had to come up with something new. Something interesting. And it steered me toward really dark waters 🫢 What you should be aware of, is that I made it a different kind of Alpha/Beta/Omega universe. I made it semi-dystopian, where the dynamics and physiological details usually associated with the omegaverse are extinct. Or are they...? 👀

As I was writing it, thoughts of making it into a series and introducing more dark Alphas appeared. So it's officially the first installment in the universe called Inferno. Aaand I may have already decided on who the other animals are and how depraved they will be 👀

Special shout out and thanks to @buckets-and-trees for dancing with me around the fire of secret society trope and to @stargazingfangirl18 for whoreheartedly supporting the most unhinged list of warnings

Ari Levinson Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Heart pattering, you looked at the glass case filled with rows of colorful cards. Most were gone already, but the one you waited for at the moment was still there. And was about to end up in your hand.

Magenta.

While colours used to be rather indifferent to you, being accepted into Inferno taught you to crave certain shades. Not for their pretty looks, but because each was a key.

Inferno was officially named a private club, but was in fact the only place Omegas were able to earn exorbitant sums of money. Well, not exorbitant if seen from the Alphas point of view, but considering how the crumbled society worked it was the best an Omega could make in the broken world.

Different kinds of service were expected of Omegas at each level of the Inferno. The first circle of the so-called hell was for simple waitressing and it paid the lowest. If an Omega was accepted by the Inferno, they started at that level and had to prove themselves to be allowed into another floor.

For the past eight months you rolled your hips in the third circle where Omegas were dancing on platforms and in cages, while the Alphas carried their business meetings, or leered at them without being allowed to touch.

You were about to exchange your blue key card for the magenta one, descending into another level where the dances would be private, with some touching allowed. It meant the standard paycheck would be higher, plus the tips you might earn from any Alpha who asked for a dance from you. And those tips wouldn’t be in money only, but also certain passes or favors that were incredibly valuable in the cold, harsh world.

Days of cushioned lives that Omegas led once upon a time were long forgotten. They sounded like fairytales when compared to the harsh reality of the past century. Omegas were at the bottom of the food chain now. Not even coveted as much by the Alphas as they used to be. Very few were swooped up and mated, most going through their lives scrambling to stay afloat and perhaps meet a nice, hardworking beta to form a relationship with.

As you waited for Astoria (the woman who was possibly the most powerful Omega in the city, since she was the one managing Inferno and the Omegas working in it), your eyes scanned the colourful cards behind a reinforced glass case.

Magenta was your goal from the very first time you were explained the rules of this place. For now, any colour assigned to deeper levers was too scary, because they meant less control over what happened to you. For example, the red that was appointed for the fifth level meant limited sexual acts.

You didn’t want that. Even if the paycheck would make your life so much more comfortable.

As much as you recoiled from the prospect of deeper circles of hell, you couldn’t help your gaze zeroing in on the single golden keycard. It was displayed in that glass cage at the very top, purposely making the lowest circle of hell appear as the highest advance.

Neither the introduction to the club rules, nor the rumour mill among the Omegas gave away what happened on that level.

Since from levels six to eight Omegas were giving their bodies for all sorts of sexual play, each more debauched and scary, you couldn’t even imagine what happened in the darkest pit. It was too terrifying to even think about.

“It’s best you not consider earning it.” Astoria’s smooth, tinkling voice startled your attention away from the glass cage.

The look she gave you wasn’t a reprimand, but rather a warning. From one Omega to another.

While Astoria was a strict employer, a stickler for rules, she truly looked out for the Omegas. When you were developing a cold two months ago, she slipped you a package of meds which you wouldn’t be able to get yourself.

“Has anyone ever gotten it?” You asked, nodding toward the golden card.

“No.” Astoria shook her head, then paused. “Though… There was an incident a year ago.”

“An incident?” You’ve been working at the Inferno for about a year and a half and you haven’t heard of any incident. They had to keep it secret, if there wasn’t even the briefest rumour about it.

“Someone stole it.” Astoria’s voice lowered into a hush. “Reckless girl was too curious for her own good. She wanted to see…”

Your stomach tightened in dread. The complete unknown was more terrifying than if you had an inkling on what could’ve happened to her down there.

The golden card glimmered enticingly, undoubtedly luring many of the Omegas (especially those who already worked the lowest levels and their boundaries were partially blurred), but your interest in it disappeared immediately.

“What happened to her?” You asked, nervously picking at the fringes of your white, short dress.

Astoria opened her mouth, but before she could say anything another voice interrupted.

“She bore the consequences of her actions.”

It was a male voice. Deep, low and smooth in a way that felt like a thick drop of something sweet, like honey, slowly sliding down your body. It licked you with its timbre from your sternum to the valley below your belly button.

As pleasant as it was, it also scared you with its dangerous potency.

Beside you, Astoria straightened like a string in a violin, her earlier open softness disappearing behind a well practiced mask of professionalism. And obedience, which you never saw in her posture at any other time.

The man who walked in wasn’t only an Alpha. No, Astoria dealt with those without flinching. But there were Alphas and then there were Alphas.

The true apex predators.

There were very few of them, but they were rumored to be able to dominate other Alphas without much effort, as if they were meager Betas.

“I’d say that her curiosity served Rogers well.” He added with a dark sort of amusement.

Your instincts shook in alarm. Any Alpha insinuating an Omega served them well was repulsive, but when it came from a predator like this one it evoked thoughts of complete ruin, of being forever broken.

“Mr Levinson.” Astoria politely bowed her head.

You knew you should drop your gaze down, too, but couldn’t help yourself but look at the Alpha that strode in.

His big, beefy body was fitting for an Alpha of his power. Everything about him looked thick and imposing, even with the seemingly relaxed stance he presented. Golden rings glinted on his fingers as he combed them through his lush hair. As he swiped his hand over his beard, you saw a glimpse of a bleeding sun tattoo on the back of his hand, ink dripping onto his knuckles.

When he moved forward, you tensed in fear, finally tilting your chin down and staring at the floor.

Levinson. It finally ringed in your head with recognition.

One of the four men owning the Inferno.

Perhaps, it was more fitting to name them the four horsemen, considering they created this hell.

“What’s in store for this sweet Snowdrop, Astoria?” Ari asked, circling your shivering form.

You didn’t dare to ask if the unexpected petname came from your white dress, or because he deemed you so fragile and crushable.

“She’s worked blue level for the past eight months.” Astoria’s voice was back to her unwavering, professional tone. Detached from any protectiveness or sympathy she might’ve felt for you. “She’s been promoted to magenta, supposed to start tonight.”

Levinson hummed behind you. Though he didn’t lean over, nor touched you, a jolt of unwanted caress slid down your spine. If that Alpha chose to really touch you, not only you wouldn’t be able to fight him off, but your body would give in at the snap of his fingers; that’s how powerful his Alpha aura was to your Omega hindbrain.

Slowly, Ari circled you again. His gaze swiped over every inch of you, mapping out your curves, each dip and roll.

When he tucked a finger beneath your chin a hot jolt started your heart into a frenzy. The merest touch, but it filled you with terror. He tilted your chin up, forcing your head to lift and give him a full, unobscured view of your face.

“No.” He said unexpectedly, releasing you.

Taking a step back, he turned to Astoria and declared: “She stays on the blue level.”

Without waiting for any counterargument, he walked out of the office. He knew there would be no arguing. Astoria wouldn’t plead for you. Hell, you wouldn’t plead for yourself.

Well, inside of you there was this fussy, outraged voice demanding you be given the opportunity, but you also knew that clashing with this Alpha would be like scratching at a wall. If he didn’t find you annoying to the point of breaking your neck, he’d be at least completely unbothered. Merciless.

Heartless.

Astoria muttered a quiet sorry, which you welcomed with a small, sad smile. Clutching your blue keycard in your hand, you returned to your former level, telling yourself it was at least something you knew well and felt comfortable with. Besides, you were still employed. That was a big win every day.

By the time you returned to your home in the early morning hours, you felt calm and content. Yes, there was still the lingering disappointment at being denied promotion, but you anchored yourself to the stability you still had.

As you walked into your apartment building, you reminded yourself it was the blue level at the Inferno that allowed you to move out of the shitty, very dangerous block you used to live in and into this place. Which still was on the poorer side, but at least the entrance doors were locked and the intendant living on the ground floor was a very sweet, protective Beta who looked out for his tenants.

You paused, after walking into your small apartment and closing the door. Something felt slightly shifted, as if a streak of something not quite familiar lingered in the air.

You gulped, clutching your keyes between your fingers as you moved further inside.

Nothing was moved, not even an inch. There was no one lurking inside as you turned on the lights. Even a few tiny leaves that dropped from your fern were drying on the same spot on the floor.

You shook your head, accepting that your exhaustion and the unexpected interaction with the most powerful Alpha have simply made you more jumpy.

Besides, you told yourself as you started taking off your clothes, Jake - the Beta intendant - wouldn’t let anyone break in. He was a sweetheart, but he once kicked the ass of a piece of shit wet cat Alpha who came drunk to harass his ex-girlfriend.

Placated by self-reassurance, you continued your usual routine. Snack, shower, sleep.

For the next few weeks your life continued the same. At some point you even stopped longingly thinking of the magenta level, though it still popped occasionally into your mind when your knee acted up and reminded you that a doctor’s appointment or physiotherapy would be wonderful, if you could afford it.

Nothing suggested your life was about to change. Not in a big way.

Until the evening two guards intercepted you at the employees entrance to the Inferno to relay the request that you go into Astoria’s office. Which in itself wouldn’t be much alarming, if they didn’t insist you give them your blue keycard.

Were you being fired?

With your heart in your throat, you stepped into the office. Into an empty office. Astoria wasn’t inside. However, there was an envelope on her desk propped against a vase with a single white flower, with your name written on the back of the stationary.

Inside was a simple direction to get into the private elevator.

Surely, you wouldn’t be given permission and code to that elevator, if she wanted to fire you. Inferno had three elevators to take participants to each level - one was for employees, you included, a second one for the patrons, and the third one was for Astoria and possibly the four owners.

With trembling fingers, you hit the provided code on the lock and walked into the elevator. The door slid shut behind you silently. Ominous semi-darkness engulfed you. Inside, there were no buttons, no panel to control where the elevator went, no way to stop it, or open it yourself.

There was, however, another envelope with your name on it attached to the wall.

When you opened it and looked inside, your knees nearly gave away.

The golden keycard glinted at you.

That one mysterious card, which you learned two months ago was best to never be given. To never desire it.

“Oh God!” You cried quietly, dropping it onto the floor and huddling in the corner of the small space.

The elevator was still going down. It felt like being dragged to the literal pit of hell.

When it finally stopped and the door slid open, you stayed plastered with your back to the elevator wall. Perhaps, if you pretended you weren’t there, if you didn’t step outside, you’d be taken back upstairs.

But the elevator remained open. Soft, dimmed light of the bottom floor didn’t feel inviting at all. Not to you.

Long minutes passed and nothing happened. The elevator didn’t close, but also no one barged in to drag you outside. Restlessness increased, pumped by your growing nervousness and fear. You were scared of the rage that could greet you the longer you stayed hidden. And you became more convinced that the elevator wouldn’t be your return to safety.

Maybe that floor would provide you a different route of escape?

After all, each level had three elevator shafts - private, for guests, and for employees.

Swallowing nervously, you tried to remember at what angle the other two elevators should be once you entered the floor. If you ran fast towards one of them, you could get yourself to the ground floor and run the fuck outside.

Your steps were hesitant as you shuffled to the exit and took first glimpses inside the lowest level of the Inferno. What you saw made your heart drop.

It wasn’t a grand, wide space like it was with all the other levels.

It was a round chamber, with marble floor, stone walls reaching high to an intricate ceiling from which dropped a huge iron chandelier. There was a large round table in the middle of the chamber. Four chairs stood at it like four points on a compass, directing north, south, east and west.

Each chair had a different crest carved on it.

Lion. Wolf. Bull. Serpent.

No other elevator shafts were visible. Only a closed double door above which a sign ominously warned:

Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate.

Abandon all hope, you who enter.

Though you thought your own hope to have evaporated as the elevator descended, the last remnants of it died this very moment. As you stared at the chamber with no visible escape route and the famous words of final doom.

“Don’t worry, Snowdrop. You won’t be pushed through that door.”

Your head turned to the side, only now noticing the familiar, imposing silhouette of the Alpha. Ari Levinson was leaning against the wall right next to the elevator, with his arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted to the side as he watched you tether on the edge of the floor.

“The darkness behind it is not in my tastes,” he explained casually, like he was talking about not being a fan of whiskey compared to red wine.

“Wh- why am I here?” You asked, twisting your fingers in front of you and eyeing him warily.

“I didn’t apply for the golden card!” You rushed to express.

“No one does.” Ari shrugged. “Or, well, those who apply don’t ever get it. Only one person before got it, as you know, but that was because she dared to steal it.”

“So why?” You feared hearing horrifying promises of spilled blood in slow, painful murder.

“Because you lured the beast.” His eyes ignited with dark hunger and you felt the lick of it between your thighs.

Ari moved and you took an instant step back, slamming your back against the edge of the elevator door frame. But he wasn't prowling your way. Instead, he lazily walked towards one of the chairs.

The one with the lion crest.

He draped his forearms against the backrest of the chair, intertwining his inked fingers in a loose grip. That's when you noticed the golden glint of his rings, from which one presented a lion's head.

“Four beasts rule this world.” His words could be a fascinating tale, if he wasn't speaking the dark, ugly truth of what laid beneath your reality.

“In Inferno we provide the opportunity for some to sate their desires, but we don't participate. Meetings in this chamber aren't focused on our personal lust, but on deciding whose blood to spill and which power to snatch.”

“However-” he paused to lick his lips and you couldn't help but chase that micromovement. “Each of us has cravings that we know would demand satiating at one point. Hence the golden card. It was never going to be earned. It's decided individually by each of us when to play that card, because it's a game that won't be repeated.”

“Won't be repeated?” You echoed, trembling as the terrifying vision of death loomed over you.

“Meaning, my innocent Snowdrop, that once one of us gets someone down here they never return to their previous life.”

Tears welled in your eyes, your breath choking on a sob. Your life wasn’t grand, but you still liked it. You wanted it to continue, despite the hardships you endured.

“It means you're mine now.” Ari's voice deepened into a hungry growl. “Your virginity is mine to take and your womb mine to fill with seed.”

His words tipped your world on its axis. A hot wave of shame that his crude words evoked dropped into ice cold dread as you realized the fate he spun for you.

He wasn't going to murder you. But he was about to break you and bind you to him forever.

“No!” You shook your head, clenching your hands into fists.

Ari wasn't bothered by your reaction, like he knew it didn’t matter because he'd get what he wanted anyway.

“If it's your poor attempt to lie to me about your innocent state, I'll remind you I have free access to your medical file.” He sent you a knowing look.

Inferno provided Omegas with an annual check up that included gynecological examination. It wasn't because they cared for Omegas, it was to provide clients with the best quality entertainment. If Omega's results turned out bad, they were dropped immediately and left to fend for themselves.

“If you're fighting the inevitable,” a dangerous smirk curved his lips, “I could give you a good, scary chase and fight. But, honestly, that's not my taste.”

Slowly, Ari straightened to his full height. He rolled his shoulders and clenched his fingers around the corners of the sturdy, carved chair.

“I want you to give yourself to me. You're going to splay yourself on that table and welcome my fat cock into your tight, virgin cunt.”

Another spike of heat unfurled in your belly and chest, shocking and scaring you more than the Alpha's words did.

Was his Alpha power influencing you so much, or was there a part of you that wanted his brutal promise to become reality?

“You wanted to get onto magenta level because it pays better.” Ari pointed out. “It's also why a golden card is a mad dream for many. ‘Cause they imagine the paycheck and comfort it could provide for them and their families.”

“But there won't be a one time pay for this. No more paychecks anymore. Instead, you'll have all the care and comforts daily. You'll have that knee of yours checked. Regular physio. Stocked fridge, nice clothes, your sister and her Beta husband's molded apartment dried.”

“All of that for being my good Omega, taking my cock and bearing me children.”

Your core filled with heat as your mind bent under the weight of filthy images. Trying to shake it away didn’t work. Your usual numbness to Alpha’s presence and your own basic instincts was frayed at the edges, crumbling the more time you stood there trapped with the Alpha.

What he promised for the doom couldn’t be overlooked, either. If not for your own health, then for your sister. They had a baby who was constantly sick, because of the moldy walls and malfunctioning heat. Levinson had near limitless resources, so fixing someone’s apartment would for him be like spending pocket change.

Unrushed, he moved from behind the chair to stand next to the table. He tapped his fingertips against the painted wooden surface.

And waited, watching you with all the patience in the world.

“It’ll happen, Snowdrop.” He said it with no malice, but there was an unyielding force behind it. As calm and soft he appeared to treat you, his darkness wouldn’t recede. No mercy awaited.

“And yes, it will hurt your virgin pussy when I split it on my dick.” You didn’t take your eyes off his face, so you didn’t see how his cock twitched in his pants at the mere thought of breaking you. “But if you make me go there for you and take what I already declared mine, it will hurt more. So be a good Omega and come here.”

You never liked pain. All your struggles, while you dealt with them, never honed you into someone immune to suffering. No, you were still very human and fragile, and if there were ways to limit your pain, you were going to take it.

So despite sniffling on another sob, you shuffled your feet forward. Tiny step after another. Ari didn’t rush you. Quite the opposite, watching you walk to him heightened his hunger. It was like a foreplay increasing his arousal close to the tipping point.

“ ‘Atta girl,” he praised when your toes touched his boots.

Then big, strong hands were gripping your hips and hoisting you onto the table. One gasp of surprise transformed into a yelp when Ari gripped the fabric of your dress and ripped it apart with his bare hands. Your bra followed. Then your underwear.

You were bared to him completely. Breath quickened and body trembling as he towered over you.

“Lie back.” Ari ordered.

Your heart pounded in your chest, echo of it resounded in your ears and fingertips, pulsing wilder and wilder. The table beneath you didn’t feel that bad, but it was the Alpha in front of you, devouring you with his gaze that promised bad things happening.

Bad, scary things, yet still some deep, primitive part of you roused at the prospect. There was an ache low in your belly, making your pussy walls clench as you watched Ari loom over you.

A jolt made your body spasm when his fingers brushed your naked skin. A tender brush over your knees teasing upwards, along your thighs, over your belly, across your breasts. He skimmed them down again and back up, rousing your body into response beyond your control.

“Spread your legs.” He growled another command, landing a slap to your thigh when you didn’t comply immediately.

It was so humiliating. Baring your most intimate part to a ruthless Alpha.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he splayed his hands on the inside of your thighs and rubbed his thumbs along the outline of your folds. “It’s going to look even prettier hugging my dick.”

He didn’t outright stimulate your folds or clit, just teased the nerves around. Then his palms smoother upwards, fingers spread wide over the curve of your belly.

“You’ll be so full of me. Grow round with our children.”

As he looked at your naked body in dark victory and hunger, you trembled at the image of his face glowing in malicious triumph when he stared at your pregnant form.

Reduced to the object of an Alpha’s wicked desire, yet some deeply hidden satisfaction, almost rusted like a forgotten, ancient treasure, stirred from the shadows.

Through the past century the designations have crumbled from the once admirable and coveted. As the world turned cold, jaded and brutal, certain traits started disappearing. Like the DNA of the people itself had receded, instead of evolving. Though, perhaps, it was an evolution towards the harsh reality you now lived in.

Legends of Alphas’ instinct to protect and provide seemed laughable, since you hadn’t met a single Alpha who would even be kind. There were no alluring scents, unless someone soaked themselves in perfume. Ruts and heats have devolved - which was praised as something that rooted out primal behaviors, but on the other hand seemed to turn everyone unresponsive.

You didn’t need to worry about going into an unexpected heat, or having to splurge on suppressants, but you never felt desired. Nor felt a craving so deep it messed with your own mind.

However, as you laid spread on the table like a sacrifice for the lion, a lick of something heady and scorching hot stirred the latent Omega inside of you.

As terrifying Ari’s plan for your future sounded, a part of you snuggled into that prospect as if it was a safe cushion in the most luxurious bed.

“Suck.” Ari tapped your lips with two of his fingers.

Your mouth opened instantly and his digits slid in, pressing against your tongue. Your pupils widened when a shot of intense pleasure zapped through your body and hardened your nipples as Ari’s purred, pleased that you started sucking instinctively.

“Such a good Omega.” He praised. “Keep sucking. You better get them really wet, since it’s going to be the only prep that you get before I give you my cock.”

With his whole frame being so massive, you could only imagine how proportionate his dick was going to be. It would be a struggle if you were dripping, but with just a brief preparation he was going to tear you.

“Don’t worry, Snowdrop.” Ari chuckled darkly, slipping his fingers out of your mouth and pressing them against your clit. “I can’t wait to turn you into a soaked mess with my mouth and fingers, but for our first time I want those sweet whines and cries as you stretch painfully around every inch.”

Circling your clit a few times, to heighten the first stirring of fire, Ari used his other hand to unbuckle his belt and lower the zipper in his pants. He thrust a single digit into your channel, groaning obscenely at the tight resistance.

“You’re going to feel so fucking good.” He growled, pumping his finger in and out of your pussy a few times.

He withdrew much too soon. You were wet, but definitely not enough for that first slide of cock to be easy. Which Ari evidently loved. His grin was predatory when he pressed the head of his dick at your opening and you couldn’t suppress the sharp whimper at the first inch opening you wide.

Bracing one hand on your hip, Ari reached his other arm to curl his ringed fingers around the front of your neck.

Then he began sliding in.

A firm, languid stroke; merciless against the physical resistance of your inner walls.

You tensed as the pain increased. It was confusing, too, because you expected excruciating pain. Instead, it was a new kind of suffering that ignited overwhelming, heavy pleasure. Nothing similar to the light, bubbly pleasure you felt when touching yourself. No, this was powerful and scary, but made you crave more.

Still, tears welled in your eyes as Ari broke into you and rooted himself deeply. Your mouth opened on a helpless cry.

His gaze was hungrily focused on your face, delighted in the shimmer of your tears. But then, as he slowly withdrew, his eyes flicked down to where his cock was easing out of your pussy.

“Fucking perfect.” He groaned in pleasure at the sight of dark pink smears - your virginal blood mixed with strings of your wetness.

“Your sweet cunt got a first taste of the cock that owns her now.” He pushed back in. “No one else will ever fuck it, or fill it. Only your Alpha.”

“Say it!” The hand on your throat tightened and he snapped his hips into you in a harsh thrust, causing your body to jerk.

“O-” you gasped, tears trickling from the corners of your eyes as pain and pleasure flared low in your belly- “Only you!”

More tears flew with the next rough thrusts, but they began drying as sensations blurred into something intense and unrecognizable. Ari’s cock was splitting you with each slide, your pussy unable to adjust fully to his size, yet it was becoming addictive. A part of you hoped it would never end, chanting prayers for more torment. More pleasure. More dominance.

For his cum.

Your pupils blew wide as your pussy clenched around Ari’s cock when that thought unexpectedly echoed in your head.

“That’s it, Snowdrop.” Ari grunted, fucking you ruthlessly. “Show me how greedy that cunt is for my cock and seed.”

Ari’s sharp bark of laugh resounded at your pitiful whimper when you spasmed around his dick again. Shaking your head side to side (as much as Ari’s grip on your throat allowed), you scratched your fingers against the table. You shouldn’t be feeling like this! There should only be fear and disgust, not a warm fluttering of something soft and vulnerable beneath the primal arousal.

Was Levinson’s Alpha power truly so apex that it drew out a response from a stagnant, latent particle of your Omega designation?

On a particular rough thrust, Ari pressed against a spot that had stars bursting under your eyelids. Your body tensed and arched then suddenly the coil was snapping and you were coming with a hoarse cry.

He fucked you through it, his pace never easing. The hand on your hip moved to splay low on your abdomen, thumb wedging between your folds to torment your clit. The zap of stimulation was borderline painful as you were still quivering in the remnants of climax and it brought more tears. It was too much!

You shook your head. Your fingertips barely reached Ari’s abdomen, your touch more of a caress to him then your attempted fight against the onslaught.

“Fuck!” Ari groaned, moving his hand away from your clit. But only to use his hands to reposition your legs - placing both of your ankles on his shoulders as he bore more weight onto you.

His fat cock seemed to plunge even deeper and an unexpectedly lewd moan spilled out of your mouth.

“Your pretty tears turn me on as much as your virgin blood staining my cock.”

Ari swiped a streak off your temple before wedging his hand between your tightly pressed thighs, again aiming for your swollen clit. His low chuckle at your hitched cry when he started rubbing it anew transformed into grunts of pleasure when your pussy clenched around him so hard he could barely move.

You thought he was unrestrained before, but your body’s reaction provoked the truly primal, unhinged side of the Alpha.

He snarled, teeth bared, as his hips snapped into you so hard you felt the jolt of it reverberate up your ribs. The table in the chamber was exceptionally sturdy, but it moved as the animal ravaged you.

The growl he let out when he reached his own peak seemed to sink into your very bones, binding your cells to him on some incomprehensible level.

And when the hot flood of cum filled you, a deepest, darkest particle in your brain ignited with a thousand lights.

It was a new sensation. Not because you were a virgin who was never fucked and filled. As much as that filthy side had you embarrassingly turned on, that feeling regarded something else. As if there was a second entity beneath your skin and it was finally stirred awake.

For over a century it was believed that designations have regressed so much there was nothing left of the former reactions, or even former physical traits like knots, yet you sensed (and feared) that somehow this Alpha has broken through the iceberg of latency and found the ruins of ancient civilization; stirring some curses to life.

Your breath was ragged, each gulp intermixed with tiny gasps and whimpers as you felt Ari’s cock throb inside of you, spilling more and more. You never thought that a man could cum so much. It felt endless. And the longer it lasted the more it had your core tingling with need for more.

Slowly, Ari eased your legs down. They hung limply over the edge of the table, bracketing Ari’s hips that were still pressed against you. Your arms dropped down, too. One onto the table, the other across your belly, a mere inch above where Ari’s hand was still resting on your lower abdomen.

His hand on your throat loosened its grip. He swept his fingers through the remnants of the tears drying on your face, then down across your body.

“I stake claim.” Ari’s voice resounded firm and unyielding, sending a chill down your spine.

His blue eyes were on you. His face slightly flushed, a vein in his neck protruding and pulsing from the pleasant strain. But his words sounded like they were directed at somebody else, not just at you.

Long seconds passed before you sensed the change in the air. A gentle current, as if a draft got in. You tensed, head turning to the side as you felt another presence in the chamber.

Ari pressed his hand over your sternum and pushed you down when you made a move to get up. He pressed on your belly with his other hand, as well. Which not only served to keep you in place, but also reminded you that his softening dick was still inside you and his cum was overfilling your pussy.

Your heart rate increased as you watched three silhouettes emerge from who the fuck knows where. Big, intimidating, undoubtedly Alphas.

Probably the other three horsemen. Owners of hell itself.

They were wearing dark silver masks. Each depicting an animal. Each matching the crests carved into the chairs at the table. A wolf. A bull. A serpent.

They took their places at the table and looked down at you. Then, as if you weren’t interesting, they lifted their heads to look at Ari.

“What bond do you choose?” Asked the wolf.

His voice was as cold as it was smooth; like a chill one might feel when walking into the woods late in the evening - comforted by it, but sensing impending danger creeping in to strike.

“A brand,” came Ari’s swift reply. “My crest.”

They all gave their nods. Then the bull moved closer to where Ari stood between your spread legs. A flicker of blue flame from a lighter made you whimper in fear, but none of them reacted. The bull held the lighter in his tattooed hand, his wrist encompassed in a thick leather bracelet. Ari lifted one of his hands, closed it into a fist, and brought it to the flame.

They were heating up his ring with the lion’s head.

His crest.

“No,” a weak sound left your lips when you understood the intention.

There was no fight left in you. Besides, you had no chances against Ari alone, much less against four Alphas.

“Shh.” Ari cooed, keeping the hand on your chest in place and rocking his hips into you gently. “You’re already mine, Snowdrop. This will merely be a short sting. Just like your virgin cunt breaking on my cock.”

His blue eyes returned to yours, holding your gaze as he pressed the hot ring to your abdomen. You cried out in pain as it seared your skin, burning a permanent brand on the belly that was marked from the inside with his seed.

“Claim witnessed.”

It was repeated three times, by three different voices, but it barely reached your consciousness as your mind fumbled with processing pain and sinking in unfamiliar contentment.

Ari kept touching you, stroking your sides and your thighs softly as he continued to coo. There was an additional vibration to his tone every few shushing words, comforting in a way that had your body truly relaxing despite the terror it was just put through.

Once you settled down, only looking up at Ari with tear-brimmed eyes, he leaned down. And kissed you.

It wasn’t as soothing as the last few touches and sounds, but brand nearly as hot as the ring burned into your skin.

He straightened, staring down at you as conqueror at the empire he just crushed and obtained. His gaze traveled down your body to where his mark scorched over your mound, then lower, to where your bodies were joined.

Slowly, he pulled out and watched as your glistening pussy gaped and pulsed. A heartbeat later his cum trickled out. Dark hunger was still alight in his eyes. Perhaps, it would never leave. Not when it came to you and owning your body.

You trembled, covering your face with your hands as you felt the mess leak out of you. You saw the sticky combination of your juices, his spend and your blood coating Ari’s cock, and couldn’t comprehend why that unnerving part of you was thrilled about the sight. It made no sense and warred with the appalled and terrified part of your brain.

“Don’t worry, Snowdrop.” Ari sounded amused as he watched you. “I don’t mind the mess. I’ll fuck you so often and thorough that my seed takes no matter how much of my cum leaks out of your poor, little cunt.”

He gripped your wrists and forced your hands away from your face, then placed them on his shoulders. He felt warm and secure under your trembling fingers.

You hated how he anchored you while being the one to break you.

Ari lifted you off the table and set you onto your feet to the floor. His hold remained on your waist for long enough moment that you didn’t topple down on your weakened legs.

Yet, as soon as he was sure you wouldn’t drop down, he guided you onto your knees himself. Making you kneel in the sticky mess that dropped from between your thighs onto the marble floor.

A hand slid into your hair, tangling it in a tight grip. He tilted your head back.

“Clean your Alpha’s cock, Omega.” He ordered. “Open your pretty mouth and taste us.”

You tried to keep your lips pressed, refusing to do something so lewd. There was a flash of displeasure at your defiance and you expected Ari to force your jaw open, or to pinch your nose closed so you had to gulp for breath.

Perhaps he would do that, if your mouth didn’t open on its own volition when he tapped the head of his cock against your lips. Musky saltiness smeared on your bottom lip, somehow provoking an instant reaction beyond your control. It was that new part of you, unearthed by the brutal Alpha.

She made you open eagerly, tonguing the underside of Ari’s thick cock as he pushed into your mouth.

“Good girl, Snowdrop.” He praised, rubbing against your tongue in shallow thrusts. “Get it clean of all the mess you made. Do you like how your Alpha tastes?”

He wasn’t really waiting for your reply, but he enjoyed the garbled sound you made as you tried to deny it and he pushed deep in your throat, cutting off your denial.

He held you there, staring down at you struggling and choking. He delighted in the tears reappearing in your eyes.

“Swallow around it.” He was merciless. “Oh, I know it’s hard and scary, but be a good girl and swallow down my cock. Close that little throat around it, so I can come down it like I did your pussy.”

Tears poured down your cheeks as you finally managed to swallow and it caused your throat to constrict so tight you nearly blacked out.

Ari grunted loudly in pleasure.

With his free hand he tugged one of your hands that was resting against his thigh and guided it under his cock. He made you cup his heavy balls, forced your fingers to tighten and massage them.

Spurts of thick, salty warmth trickled down your throat. You panicked, fearing you’re going to choke to death as you hurriedly gulped it down.

“Fuuuuck.” Ari was watching you with his own lips parted and glistening with saliva. “I’d love to fuck your sweet mouth for hours, teach you how to suck and tongue, but having you just simply choke and cry on my cock might be my new favorite version of a blowjob.”

When he finally let you go, after making sure the very last spurt went down your throat, you were coughing and wheezing. Your hands clutched Ari’s thighs as you slumped forward, resting your head against his leg and breathing heavily.

Naked, filthy and broken, you rested at his feet. Leaning into him like he was your lifeline.

Ari caressed the top of your head then stepped away for a moment. You fell forward, bracing yourself on your hands on the marble floor. A few seconds later something very soft, very warm, and surprisingly heavy, was draped over your naked form.

In your peripheral you saw a glimpse of white with streaks of silver.

Ari covered you with it, then effortlessly picked you up into his arms. Defenseless, exhausted and confused, you simply sank into his embrace. Resting your cheek against his chest, you glanced at the softness wrapped around you. A white fur.

Because you were his Snowdrop.

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Bloodlines entwined: IX | jjk

⤷ having a baby alone was supposed to be easy. but an accidental twist of fate pulled you into a hidden world of werewolves, and ancient bloodlines. navigating your already complicated life becomes even harder as you uncover your past; one tied to a legacy you never knew existed. and in the middle of this chaos stands jungkook, the werewolf king… and the father of your child.

— pairing: werewolf!jungkook x female reader

— genre: strangers to lovers, parents-to-be au, royalty au, werewolves au, soulmates au, angst, fluff, and smut

— rating: 18+

— words: 11,697

— warnings: strong language, mention of sex, crying, mention of death, heartbreak, emotional pain, mention of a dark past, mention of murder, a lot of teasing (I mean they always tease each other), a lot of kissing, oral (f receiving), swearing, masturbation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, and creampie

— author’s note: after all this wait, here’s the chapter 9!! sorry again for the wait, it hasn’t been easy at all lately, but my hand is finally and very slowly getting better. i’m still in pain, but it doesn’t hurt as much as it did for most of the days. sometimes the pain kicks back and almost makes me cry 😭 hope you’ll enjoy this chapter ✨ it’s also an emotionally strong one so be prepared!! many thanks for your support & love ❤️

Chapter IX: the power within

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Living with Jungkook has honestly been great so far. You’ve been going on plenty of dates, watching tv, eating together, showering together, and having a lot of sex. Every night, before falling asleep—or after a steamy session—he talks to your son and presses gentle kisses on your belly. It’s honestly the sweetest thing in the world.

You smile just thinking about it. The way Jungkook lights up every time he talks to your belly and how his voice softens when he tells your son about his day makes your heart swell. He always traces gentle circles over your skin, whispering promises of love and protection, his warmth lulling you into sleep.

During the day, life with Jungkook is surprisingly easy, despite everything going on around you. He still has his duties as King, but he always makes time for you. Sometimes, you catch him sneaking glances at you from across the room, as if he still can’t believe you’re really here, carrying his child. And at night, when everything is quiet, he holds you close, his arms wrapped securely around you, as if he wants to protect you even in his sleep.

However, today, Jungkook is going to reveal to the council that the hybrid is actually his soulmate and is carrying the next heir. Obviously, he already knows Yuna’s reaction and answer to that, but he’s nervous to see the others’ reactions. They were quite accepting of the existence of a hybrid, but will they accept her as the mother’s heir?

Once all the members are gathered in the room, Jungkook stands up with a bright smile, his eyes gazing at each member. When he looks at Yuna, he only sees hate in her eyes, but he also finds pain. She’s definitely hurt that she’s not his soulmate—his queen. She had big dreams for her own future. She imagined herself as the next werewolf queen; Jungkook perfectly knows it, but they have never been soulmates, and they both know it.

“Thanks for coming to our monthly meeting,” Jungkook begins, and they all nod. “There is a special matter I would like to bring to you.”

Yuna gives him a withering look, understanding what he’s about to reveal.

“I guess you might have noticed, but I have mated with my soulmate,” he begins.

All of them nod, confirming that they notice the change in his scent. They had noticed it during the last meeting but remained silent, knowing it was Jungkook’s place to make the announcement. They respect their king and his private life.

“I suppose congratulations are in order,” one of the three Bloods’ Alphas says with a wide smile on his face.

Jungkook knows that the Alpha thinks he found love with another Blood, but he’s far from the truth. His soulmate is a Shadow and a Hybrid. Your arrival has upended the royal family and shaken the entire werewolf world. And his unborn son is going to change absolutely everything.

“Thanks,” he offers a smile to the alpha. “And also, I’m about to become a father. The next king is expected to join us on June 12th.”

The council members applaud after hearing this great news. Not only has their king found his queen, but there’s also an heir on the way. Yuna applauds as well, but she’s far from being as happy as the other alphas.

“However, my soulmate is the hybrid I told you about during the last meeting.”

Surprisingly, their smiles don’t fade away, and they keep applauding. However, unsurprisingly, Yuna intervenes.

“So our next king will not only be impure but also carry Shadow blood?” she coldly asks. “And on top of that, our next queen is a hybrid.”

“With all due respect, Yuna, don’t ruin this wonderful moment with nonsense,” a Lunar Alpha claps back. “We’ve already accepted her existence, and I don’t see where the problem is if she’s our next queen and the mother of the next king.”

Hearing them call you their next queen feels strange to Jungkook, yet deep down, he knows it’s inevitable. He will do everything to make you the next werewolf queen.

“It’s about time things start to change here,” another Shadow Alpha says.

“Easy for you to say when it involves someone from your pack,” she almost shouts. “Now, your blood will be tied to the crown.”

“Where’s the problem?” A Blood Alpha asks.

Jungkook never imagined things would go this way. He always thought most Alphas would side with Yuna, yet here they were, defending you—and his unborn son. And above all, he never thought a Blood would stand against her and agreed that the next king wouldn’t be 100% a Blood.

His son is going to be 50% a Blood, 25% a Shadow, and 25% a human. All the kings and queens before him were 100% a Blood. Every king before him had been pure Blood. This is uncharted territory. He understands why some might resist change, but he’ll make sure they have no choice.

“The royal family has always been from the Blood’s pack,” she argues. “This is unacceptable.”

“Listen,” another Lunar intervenes. “The soulmate bond knows no boundaries. If our king was meant to be with a hybrid from the Shadow pack, then there’s nothing we can do. We might argue as much as we want, but it won’t change anything. He will choose her over and over again. He will make her our queen, no matter if we like it or not,” he adds. “We all know your past with the King, and we can understand it hurts you, but the soulmate bond is strong. On top of that, they already mated, so we can’t do anything.”

Most people in the room have already mated with their soulmates. They understand Jungkook’s feelings, and more than anything, they understand what it truly means to find your soulmate. Yuna hasn’t found her soulmate yet, so she can’t understand this. Jungkook hopes she will find him or her and know what true love means. Even if she’s been a bit out of control lately, he wishes her the best.

“He is right,” Jungkook adds. “I’m not asking for your approval, I’m just informing you about the situation. For sure, it’s a relief that most of you accept the situation. It makes everything easier, but my son is on the way, and she’s my soulmate,” his eyes meet Yuna’s. “I hope you’ll find your soulmate and truly be happy.”

Sadness appears in her eyes, and Jungkook feels sorry for her. But there’s nothing he can do for her. He simply hopes that now she’ll leave you alone and won’t be bothering you anymore. He simply wants no more drama to happen until the end of the pregnancy. He wants you to enjoy every minute of this pregnancy because so far, it hasn’t been easy.

Lately, it’s been hard to sleep through the night or even to fall asleep. Your mind keeps thinking about your paternal family and all the intense emotions you’ve been dealing with. It’s been quite hard to find your paternal family. It makes you feel like they aren’t living in the same city anymore. You asked your grandparents if they ever knew who your other grandparents were, but they actually never met them, which makes everything much harder.

Right now, the only thing you truly want is to meet them. To meet the people who raised your father, this extraordinary man. But it seems like the universe doesn’t want you to find them.

Slipping out of bed, you feel the weight of your thoughts pressing down on you. Sleep does little to ease your mind, and the walls of Jungkook’s palace feel a little too suffocating. You need space to breathe and clear your head.

You reach for Jungkook’s clothes, drawn to their warmth. The special material they are made of feels soothing against your skin, and as you pull the oversized hoodie over your body, it almost feels like he’s holding you tightly in his arms.

With careful steps, you slip out of his impressive house, making your way toward the forest surrounding it. The pine trees welcome you with their familiar scent, crisp and grounding. For a moment, you close your eyes to inhale deeply, letting the cool air fill your lungs. This scent has always calmed you, but you’re not entirely sure why. Maybe it’s your wolf blood seeking comfort in nature. Maybe it’s just the simplicity of it all—something untouched, something real.

Your bare feet press against the damp earth. Here, among the trees, your thoughts finally slow. The storm inside you quiets, if only just a little.

But even in this fleeting peace, you can’t ignore the weight of everything that has changed. This new reality—this life you’ve been thrown into—still feels foreign, like a story being written for you rather than one you’ve chosen for yourself. No matter how hard you try to embrace it, there’s a part of you that still struggles to fully accept it.

At some point, you decide to sit down against a tree. Tears start forming in your eyes while you think about everything. Your dream of becoming a mother is finally happening, but it brought you to a world you never knew existed. But it also forced you to face your past. All your life, you never accepted your parents’ death, but you never truly faced it. You always pushed it aside.

However, now, you can’t run away from it.

It devastates you to finally understand why they died. It devastates you to realize they knew that one day you’ll be left alone. It devastates you to know they hid this all from you. It devastates you to have finally met your biological grandparents. These feelings are sometimes overwhelming and suffocating, and you feel sorry that Jungkook also feels them. You like him a lot, and you don’t want him to feel the same way. But there’s literally nothing you can do about it. Hopefully, right now, he’s sleeping peacefully and doesn’t feel a thing.

Slowly, you disappear, blurring yourself into the surroundings. This is honestly the best part of your powers. You can simply camouflage yourself at any point. For the past weeks, Jungkook has been helping you master your powers. It’s easier now to disappear than it was a couple of weeks ago. You don’t fully control everything yet, but slowly, you’re getting there.

You rub your hands on your face. Nothing has been easy lately, but you’ll forever be grateful for Jungkook. That man is a blessing. Speaking of him, suddenly, his presence grows stronger. He’s awake and looking for you, but you decide to remain invisible. You hear him walking closer, and seconds later, his body comes into view. Once he’s standing in front of you, he halts. Deep down, you hope he’ll go back home.

“Sunshine, where are you?” he talks through thoughts. “I can feel you.”

You don’t answer, your eyes looking up at him.

“Why are you hiding from me? Did I do something wrong?” he continues.

You close your eyes, your heart aching at his words. Jungkook never did anything wrong; it’s quite the opposite. He has never left your side. He has always protected you as much as he could from everything.

“Don’t hide from me, yn,” his voice in your head is very soft and filled with pain. “I know something’s wrong. I can feel your overwhelming and suffocating feelings. My chest feels compressed, and I know it comes from you.”

Knowing he feels it as well breaks your heart even more.

“If it’s my fault, please let me know.”

“It’s not your fault,” you speak out loud as you become visible again.

His eyes follow the sound of your voice before he sits down next to you.

“I’m sorry you get to feel everything,” you murmur, your voice laced with guilt.

Your head rests on his shoulder, the warmth of his body grounding you. His lips press a soft kiss on top of your head.

“It’s okay,” he mumbles.

“It’s not,” you answer. “I’m a complete mess, and you get to experience it firsthand. I know you feel everything, Jungkook. I know it was hard for you when I met my grandparents; I could feel it.”

His silence speaks louder than words. You know that even though he tried to stay strong, he was hurting just as much as you were. Every tear you shed, every ache in your chest, he felt it too. This bond you share isn’t just about love—it’s about carrying each other’s pain, no matter how heavy it gets.

“I could hear you cry when your best friend Taehyung came.” Tears stream down your face as you recall that moment. “I’m very much aware this is a burden for you, and I wish I could take it away.”

Jungkook exhales sharply as he wraps an arm around you, holding you tight against him. His grip on you feels like he wants to somehow ease the pain for both of you. But you both know the truth; this bond is permanent and unbreakable. Whatever one of you feels, the other will always feel it as well.

“I won’t lie,” he begins. “It’s difficult to deal with your intense emotions.”

Your heart squeezes, guilt creeping in, but before you can say anything, Jungkook continues.

“But,” he adds, his voice softer now, “it’s not just the pain and sadness I feel. I also get to experience the good. I can feel how much my presence soothes you and how your whole body relaxes when I’m nearby. I know exactly how happy you are when I walk into a room, even when you try to hide it.” You hide your face in the crook of his neck, the heat growing in your cheeks.

A smile appears on his face as he watches you getting all shy. You’re absolutely adorable.

“And when something good happens to you, I feel it too—your excitement, your joy, the way your heart races with happiness. It’s overwhelming sometimes, yes, but not always in a bad way,” he adds.

His fingers find their way to your chin, tilting it up so your eyes can meet. His gaze is warm and steady, his deep brown eyes comforting your soul.

“There are ups and downs to this bond, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. You and I, we’re connected in a way no one else can understand.” His fingers caress your cheek. “Feeling what you feel is just another reminder of that. A reminder that we’re meant to be. That we belong together.”

His words wrap around your heart like a comforting embrace, easing some of the guilt you feel. Because he’s right—this bond isn’t just about sharing the struggles; it’s about sharing everything. The love, the happiness, the quiet moments of peace. And you wouldn’t trade it either.

“And don’t even get me started on how it feels when we share an intimate moment.” He winks at you.

A little smile appears on your face at his words. Sex with him is overwhelming but in a very good way. He’s very skilled. Well, he’s very skilled in everything.

“Honestly, I never imagined the soulmate thing to be this hard, but life isn’t perfect,” he continues. “When we embarked on this journey together, we both accepted that we both have a past. They are heavy in different ways.” His thumb cleans the tears on your face. “Now, we get to share the present and the future together. And it will be beautiful.”

His words are comforting, giving you hope, hope that things might work out perfectly between you. Honestly, you’re absolutely terrified of the future. Your past is heavy, and you don’t want Jungkook to carry that pain with you. It seems easier to just put some distance between you and only co-parent. You’re convinced that being far from each other will help him to not feel your suffocating pain.

“But we both know my pain will haunt us for a long time,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “It would be easier…” you seem to hesitate to finish your sentence. “To simply leave you,” you finish the thought through your bond.

Jungkook’s body freezes next to you, his breath hitching just slightly, but it’s enough for you to notice. Your words have hurt him; you feel it in the way his body tenses and in the sharp flicker of sorrow that echoes through your bond. You look away, not brave enough to face him. Your eyes stare at the canopy of trees standing in front of you, but you can still feel his intense gaze on you.

“That’s not how this bond works, sunshine,” his voice is quiet but firm, steady despite the storm raging inside him. The nickname warms your heart.

Finally, you decide to turn your face, your eyes meeting his. They are filled with an emotion so intense that it makes your chest tighten. He seems so hurt and vulnerable; it’s a side of him nobody has ever seen before. As the king, he always ensures that nobody sees him in a weak position. But he has feelings too, he’s not immune to it because he’s wearing an invisible crown.

“You can go as far as you want,” he continues, his gaze never leaving you. “But I’ll still feel everything. No distance will change that.”

“Jungkook…” you whisper as guilt starts to grow inside you.

But he shakes his head, shifting slightly so that his knee brushes against yours. The simple move sends shivers down your spine. This is the Jungkook effect on you. Every time his body brushes against yours, your entire body and soul react.

His next words come softer but no less certain. “You think leaving will make things easier for me? That I’ll be happier if you go?” you swallow hard as you hear his words. “You are my soulmate, yn. My mate. You leaving wouldn’t free me from your pain,” he pauses for a split second. “It would only add to it,” his voice breaks.

You didn’t think about it like that. This soulmate bond is still something so foreign to you even though you read books about it and his family talked to you about it. There are so many unknowns about this strong bond that links you to this marvelous man. You thought you would be sparing him, but in reality, you realize you’ll only be hurting him more.

Jungkook exhales sharply before lifting a hand and brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle, grounding. For a brief moment, you close your eyes to savor this intimate moment.

“Our bond has been consummated. There’s no turning back,” his voice is extremely soft.

You clench your hands together, your nails pressing into your palms.

“I just…” you exhale shakily. “I don’t want to ruin you.”

Jungkook lets out a soft breath. His fingers trail down to your jaw, tilting your face up slightly so you have no choice but to look at him.

“You won’t,” he whispers. “I promise you that you won’t. I also have a dark side, and it’s a part of myself I don’t you to meet. But I know that eventually, one day, I’ll have no other choice than revealing it to you.”

Your faces are so close now, his hot breath caressing your face. The scent you now share surrounds you, a constant reminder of your bond. This scent is also what will forever protect you from enemies. People respect Jungkook, and through him, they’ll respect you, but sometimes you feel like it’s unfair. If it wasn’t for Jungkook, people would look down at you, and most probably, you’d be dead by now.

“We carry this together,” he says, his thumb ghosting over your cheekbone. “That’s what soulmates do. And if I have to feel your pain, I’ll gladly bear it, as long as it means I get to have you.”

Silence stretches between you, broken only by the rustling of leaves in the evening breeze. You want to argue, to tell him it’s not fair that he has to endure everything you feel. But the way he’s looking at you makes the words die in her throat.

“Can I ask you a question?” you say while you rest your head against his shoulder once more.

“Mmm,” he replies.

“If I wasn’t your soulmate and you had found out about me being a hybrid, would you have executed me and Mr Song?” you ask.

This question has been haunting you for a long time now. You never dared to raise it, too scared of his reaction and answer. It seems obvious that your fate would have been completely different. You’re sure you wouldn’t be breathing right now. Jungkook has been your protector, but what would have happened if he hadn’t?

Your boyfriend is taken aback by your question, although it’s something he sometimes wonders. He never lets his mind think of what he would have done if you weren’t his soulmate. However, now, he doesn’t have much choice but to reply. He takes his time to think about what he would have done.

“There are two possible scenarios,” he begins. “One where you still get pregnant with my kid but aren’t my soulmate, and the other where there’s absolutely nothing linking us.”

You nod as you realize that he’s right.

“In the first one, I would totally be torn apart between my desire to have a kid and my duty. But I’m sure I would have taken the same decision. I would have let you live and protect you as you’d be carrying my baby.”

This answer matches the way you envision him. Having a child is something rooted deeply inside him, and even though the circumstances wouldn’t be the greatest, his desire to become a father would have taken over the rest.

“In the second one,” he begins, his voice laced with emotions. “Even though my father would have protected you, I wouldn’t have been this gentle.”

Your heart beats extremely fast now, your mind racing with dark thoughts. Hearing those words makes you realize once more that the Jungkook you know isn’t the same as the king people see. He’s absolutely gentle, adorable, and protective with you, but he’s a tough and ruthless king.

“I can’t say with certainty that I wouldn’t have executed you,” he admits. “I would have sanctioned Mr Song for protecting a hybrid and breaking the law,” he pauses. “But you…”

Jungkook hesitates. His jaw tightens as he looks away, struggling to put his thoughts into words. The weight of his confession is heavy, and you can tell it unsettles him just as much as it does you.

“But you…” he repeats while rubbing his palm against his thigh. “I don’t know, yn.”

His voice is low. The fact that he doesn’t have a definitive answer sends a shiver down your spine. Because that means there’s a part of him, a part buried deep within his duty as a king, that might have sentenced you to death without a second thought.

“You would have killed me,” you say, and it’s not a question.

Jungkook flinches, his eyes snapping back to yours.

“I don’t want to lie to you,” he murmurs. “A hybrid being born was already a threat. You growing up and surviving long enough to enter my kingdom would have been worse. If I had seen you only as a hybrid and not as you, I…” he stops himself, shaking his head.

Silence stretches between you, thick with the weight of unspoken truths. A part of you wants to be angry, lash out, and demand how he could even consider such a thing. But another part of you, the rational part, understands. He is a king; he should be the first to follow the rules.

“But even though I would have taken that decision, it would have destroyed me. I’m not sure I would have been the same after that…”

His confession lingers between you, raw and unfiltered. His dark side isn’t just about ruthlessness or control, it’s about the choices he could have made, the man he could have been if fate had twisted just slightly in another direction.

“Thanks for your honesty.” Your eyes look up at him, and he offers you a little smile.

For a moment, you remain in silence, your head on his shoulder and his hands caressing your waist. Your hearts pound at the same rhythm which calms you both. It’s not easy to even think about the possibility of what would have happened under other circumstances. It didn’t happen. Jungkook didn’t kill you, he actually did the opposite. He fell in love with you.

“We should maybe head back inside,” he breaks the silence.

“I don’t want to,” you instantly say while you wrap your arms around his waist to hold him tighter.

“You’ll get sick, sunshine,” he insists. “And I don’t want that.”

You don’t answer, only holding him tighter in your arms. You don’t want to get back inside just now, it feels good to be right here with him. A smile appears on his face as you cling onto him. Then, without saying a word, Jungkook grabs you in his arms and carries you to the impressive house.

“Jungkook,” you hit his chest. “Put me down.”

“No,” his eyes briefly look down at you.

A smirk appears on his face as he adjusts his grip, effortlessly holding you against his chest.

“Jungkook, put me down,” you repeat as you look up at him.

“The answer is still the same. Repeating it won’t make me change my mind,” his tone is light and kind of teasing as well.

You roll your eyes.

“If you don’t want to get back inside, I’ll do it myself. Don’t want to risk the future Queen getting sick.”

Your cheeks instantly heat up at the mention of ‘the future queen’. It’s a title that has never once crossed your mind. But as Jungkook carries you effortlessly toward the house, the weight of those words settles over you, heavy and inescapable.

It makes sense, in a way. He’s the king. He’s your soulmate. If one day you marry him, you’ll take your place beside him as queen. The werewolf queen. The thought is both surreal and overwhelming. It’s like stepping onto a path you never intended to walk but somehow always belonged to.

A strange mix of emotions coils in your chest. Unease, excitement, and uncertainty. You’ve spent so much time just trying to survive, trying to exist, that the idea of ruling, of holding power, feels foreign. Yet, deep down inside you, something stirs—an undeniable pull toward the role, toward him, almost as if fate has been quietly building this into your story all along.

Still, the title lingers in your mind like an ill-fitting crown, one you’re not sure you’re ready to wear. And yet… Jungkook says it so effortlessly, as if it’s already decided. As if it’s inevitable. The thought alone sends shivers down your spine.

“Future Queen?” you raise an eyebrow. “Should I start practicing my royal wave now, or do I get a handbook on how to be a queen?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes with the brightest smile on his face. Although it’s annoying to see him rolling his eyes, you can’t help but find him extremely adorable. Jungkook’s smirk grows, clearly amused by your sarcasm.

“No handbook, but don’t worry, I’ll be your personal tutor,” he teases, tightening his hold on you. “Lesson one: Always listen to your king.”

He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. You know he’s definitely not going to say something good. You’d even say that he’s about to say something dirty.

“Lesson two: If you dare to break rule number one, I might have to find creative ways to remind you who’s in charge.”

Jungkook is still being flirtatious, but you can see the lust growing in his eyes.

“Oh, is that so, Your Majesty?” you proceed to tease him. “What kind of creative ways do you have in mind?”

Jungkook smirks.

“If I told you, it would ruin the surprise. But let’s just say that you’d enjoy every second of it,” he says, his voice dripping with amusement and something darker.

In a matter of seconds, you’re both inside the house, in his bedroom, precisely. Jungkook finally puts you down, and then, without warning, he crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss instantly takes your breath away. His hand rests behind your neck, pulling you into him. Your hands rest on his chest before gripping his shirt as you melt into the kiss.

His strong presence makes you forget about all the devastating thoughts you had earlier. His sweet words from earlier appeased your soul. It still aches you to make him feel your rooted pain, but he’s still staying. He’s not going anywhere. He’s ready to bear this pain with you even though it’s deeply suffocating. And above anything else, he has chosen to protect you from everybody since the very beginning, and he did even before you consummated your bond.

When he pulls back, you’re both breathless, and his dark eyes lock with yours. You know he can feel your pain leaving your body. You know he can feel how you’re relaxing, thanks to him. You know that, and you want him to feel everything. This is the good side of the bond you want to share with him.

His thumb gently brushes over your cheek, your eyes closing at the feeling, and his lust-filled eyes soften as he takes in your expression.

“I can feel it,” he whispers, answering your own thoughts.

“It’s the Jungkook effect,” you smile at him.

A smirk grows on his face. “The Jungkook effect?’ he asks.

“Yeah, it’s the effect you have on me,” you begin to explain. “It’s how my soul and body react to your mere presence. It’s how you constantly feel like a blanket around me and how turned on I get under your touch. It’s how my body gets on fire when you’re around.”

His eyes get dark all over again, the lust visibly growing in his eyes. Damn, he’s so fucking hot. This man’s effect on you is beyond anything you ever thought possible. Your body longs for him, 24/7.

“Then, let me talk about the yn effect,” he answers, his fingers brushing along your back before resting right above your ass. Jungkook leans in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “It’s the way my entire world shifts the second you walk into a room. The way my chest tightens when you look at me like that, like I’m the only thing you see.”

His fingers press just a little firmer against your back. His other hand comes up to trace along your jaw, his touch featherlight but so intoxicating.

“It’s how your scent drives me insane, how my body craves yours even when you’re right here,” he continues, his lips brushing against your cheek as he speaks. “How just one look from you makes me forget every damn thing I was supposed to be doing. And don’t get me started on your touch because the second your hands are on me, I’m gone.”

He pulls back slightly, his smirk deepening as he watches your breath hitch. You look like a fucking dream. His dream. The dream he’s been waiting for his entire life. Even though it’s not easy all the time, having his soulmate finally with him feels like a constant blessing. And fuck, he adores to see you wearing his clothes. It fits you so well.

“So yeah,” he teases, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. “I think I know a thing or two about this effect.”

Without any hesitation, you crash your lips on his after cupping his face in your hands. His hand on your back pulls you closer, your body pressed against his. You instantly feel his growing desire against your belly, causing a little moan to leave your lips.

“See,” he whispers against your lips. “This is the yn effect.”

His mouth finds yours for another kiss while your fingers find their way to his hair to play with it. The kiss quickly deepens, leaving no room for doubt about what is about to happen. His fingers move to the hem of your pants.

“You’re so fucking hot with my clothes on,” his lips brush against your ear, spending shivers down your spine. A smirk grows on his face when he feels the shivers.

His fingers push the pants down before he kneels slightly to peel the sweatpants down your legs. The fabric pools at your ankles, leaving you in your underwear, the cool air against your skin a stark contrast to the heat radiating between you.

“Sit on the bed,” he instructs.

You obey, sitting at the edge of the bed. The man kneels before you, his hands placing your right foot on his thigh. His fingers trace along your leg, his movements slow and deliberate to torture you a tiny bit. They move higher while his face gets closer, pressing a featherlight kiss on your tight. His warm lips trail up, slowly and dangerously getting closer to your wet core. His breath is hot against your skin, a shiver running through your spine.

Jungkook stops when he has reached your clothed core, the heat of his breath making you moan.

His fingers hook beneath the waistband of your underwear, slowly pushing the fabric down. He takes his time, while his eyes never leave yours. He looks like a damn sin when he looks at you like that. That sight alone can make you come right now. Well, this man can make you come by only being next to you.

Jungkook leans back in. His lips graze your skin as he presses another kiss to the inside of your thigh, the warmth of his breath brushing over you and making your muscles tense. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you firmly in place as his lips finally taste you without hesitation.

The first brush of his lips against your clit is teasing, his eyes looking up at you to catch your reaction.

“Stop teasing,” your hand finds your way to his hair to firmly push him closer to your pussy.

“Your orders are my command, my Queen,” he teases before his lips seal around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

A strangled gasp escapes your mouth, your back arching instinctively as pleasure pulses through you. Your eyes look down at the man pleasuring you. It’s so fucking good to have him in between your legs, eating you out like a starved man.

“Fuck,” you moan.

Unintentionally, as his tongue licks that sweet spot, you close your legs, trapping his head in between them. A groan leaves his lips as you do so, which sends shivers down your spine and increases the pleasure intensity.

Even though he adores being suffocated by your legs, he wants to breathe, so his large hands spread them. His gaze flickers up to meet yours.

“Don’t kill me, sunshine,” he whispers against your core.

The vibrations of his voice send a wave of pleasure straight through your body. Your hips buck forward, pushing his face even closer—if that’s even possible—and your fingers tighten in his hair as a trail of moans falls from your lips.

His mouth works you over with tremendous hunger, tongue torturing you like never before while his lips seal around your clit. His nose presses into you, dragging against your cunt with each movement, and you know he probably can't breathe. But he couldn’t care less.

You throw your head back while moans flow out of your mouth. Hopefully, the household staff won’t be woken up by your high-pitched moans. The growing pleasure is overwhelming but in a fantastic way, and your body trembles beneath his relentless tongue.

Jungkook is savoring every second, reveling it in the sounds falling from your lips. He wants the whole world to hear you, to know that only he can bring you this kind of pleasure. A satisfied hum vibrates against you, sending shocks through your core, and when your fingers tighten in his hair, he takes it as encouragement—deepening his devotion, pushing you further.

“Jung…” you barely manage to say his name because of his tongue working wonders on your core.

“Yes, sunshine,” he murmurs against your pussy.

Your fingers tighten even more in his hair, Jungkook enjoying the pain it brings to him.

“Oh, Jungkook,” you finally say.

The way you say his name when you’re overwhelmed with pleasure is his favourite sound in the world.

“Tell me, sunshine,” his eyes look up at you.

“Gonna,” you say between moans. “Cum.”

He groans, his dick is getting so compressed in his sweatpants. The way you say his name, combined with your orgasm being so close, turns him on in an unbelievable way.

Before you even realize it, your orgasm violently hits you, your legs shaking and squeezing his face, and your wall clenching around emptiness. Even though you’re coming hard against his lips, Jungkook doesn’t stop lapping at your juices falling on his tongue. He savors every drop because damn, he’s never tasted something as addicting as you.

Once you come down from your high, he pulls away. His face glistens with your slick, his lips swollen, his eyes dark with hunger. He looks so sinfully angelic. He’s your angel. Before standing up, he pushes your shirt up, revealing your growing belly to his hungry eyes. He presses a gentle kiss on your belly. Amid this dirty moment, he still manages to make it sweet.

“Hope you’re closing your eyes, baby boy,” he whispers against your bump. “Mommy and Daddy are doing some nasty stuff.”

A giggle escapes your lips, and your hand strokes your little bump.

“I think he’s already getting used to it,” you reply. “You can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“How could I?” he says while he presses another kiss on your belly. “You’re the prettiest and hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’d make love to you 24/7 if I could.”

“Our kid will be born traumatized,” you chuckle.

You’ve stopped counting the times Jungkook’s cock, fingers, and mouth have visited your pussy.

“You’re exaggerating as always,” he rolls his eyes.

“Says the drama queen,” you directly answer.

Jungkook stands up, a bright smile on his face, before pushing down his pants and boxers. A sigh of relief leaves his lips the second his cock is finally free. It was getting painful to keep it inside his pants.

You lean back as you hold yourself with your upper arms, your eyes hungrily admiring the man that his stripping for you.

“Jungkook Junior is already very hard,” your eyes look up to meet his.

Once he’s fully naked, his right hand finds its way to his cock, stroking himself. He’s not even sure he’ll last long.

“Your pussy drives me crazy,” he admits. “I could come in my pants eating you out.”

His grip tightens around his cock, his eyes never leaving yours. The simple fact that he’s masturbating in front of you is an incredible turn on, you can feel your pussy get even wetter.

“Strip for me, sunshine,” he commands.

You simply nod as you stand up. You take all your time to remove the hoodie, giving this man a little show. You lift the hoodie over your head, letting it drop to the floor.

The second you’re fully naked, you notice his jaw flexing. His thumb swipes over the top of his cock, spreading the precum.

“No bra?” he raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t sleep with a bra,” you tell him. “And I definitely wasn’t going to put one just to go to the woods around the property.”

“Thankfully, it was just the forest and not somewhere public. I’d hate to have to rip someone’s eyes out if they ever got to see what’s only meant for me,” he replies.

You roll your eyes, his hand still stroking his hard member. The simple thought of someone seeing you while you’re not wearing a bra makes his breath hitch. He’d lose his mind if that ever happened.

You walk closer but maintain a certain distance between you. His hand stops stroking his cock as you step closer. You’re in a teasing mode, you always adore teasing this man, to push him to the edge. Your lips curl into a teasing smirk. Jungkook’s eyes drop down on your body before you playfully tilt your head.

“Maybe tomorrow morning…” you muse, your voice light, deliberate. “I’ll take a little stroll around the estate… in just one of your shirts.”

Jungkook exhales sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening as his dark eyes lock onto yours. His hand even tightens around his shaft, a barely audible groan escaping his lips.

“Yn,” he warns, his voice deep, rough, and laced with something dangerously controlled.

“What?” you grin as you get slightly closer. Your fingers trace across his collarbone, a shiver running through his body. “I thought you liked me in your clothes.”

His hands are on you in an instant, firm at your waist, pulling you into him. Your bodies are flush, heat radiating between you, and you can feel the way his muscles tense beneath your fingertips.

“I do,” he murmurs, his lips dangerously getting closer to yours. “But if you keep teasing me…” his voice trails off, his fingers tightening slightly against your skin.

You raise a brow, pretending to consider. “If I keep teasing you… what?”

His smirk is slow, wicked. He leans in, brushing his lips along the shell of your ear before answering in a husky whisper.

“If you keep teasing me, trust me, you won’t be able to walk away so easily afterward,” his fingers trail along the small of your back, igniting a trail of heat. “Or maybe that’s exactly what you want,” he muses, his lips hovering over yours. “To see how far you can push me… to see what happens when you do.”

He lets the tension build, his breath fanning against your skin, before delivering the final blow with a smirk.

“But if that’s the game you want to play, just remember… I always win.”

Jungkook walks to the bed, his hand on your waist, dragging you with him. He very gently lays you on the mattress of his bed, and then his lips crash against yours. His body presses flush against yours, heat radiating between your bodies as he deepens the kiss.

“If you weren’t already carrying my child, I’d get you pregnant right now,” those words send shivers down your spine.

Your boyfriend’s forehead rests against yours for a moment, his fingers brushing your jaw. His lips press another kiss on yours before he looks down between your bodies. His hand wraps around his cock, stroking himself slowly.

“You’re so hot when you touch yourself,” you tell him, your eyes dark with lust.

“Yeah?” he asks, and you nod. “And how do I look when I touch you?”

“Even hotter,” you whisper before cupping his face to kiss him.

When you break the kiss, he holds you open as he guides the head of his cock into your sopping entrance. For a moment, he teases you first, dragging the tip through your slick folds, spreading your arousal before finally pushing in with a slow, deliberate thrust.

A deep moan leaves your throat as he stretches you open. Your walls clench around him as Jungkook Junior makes his way inside your pussy. By reflex, your back arches, your thighs trembling around his waist as he buries himself deeper.

“Fuck,” he mumbles the second he looks down, watching the way your body takes him in. “I’m so fucking addicted to you, sunshine.”

Jungkook pushes himself further until he bottoms out. The second he’s fully inside, he halts to give you both a moment to adjust. It’s extremely pleasurable, and he knows that if he starts thrusting into you, he’ll just come right now, and he honestly doesn’t want that. He wants this to last as long as possible. All he wants is to make love to you all night long.

“Jungkook, move please,” you beg him.

Having him still inside you is torture. You can’t handle staying like this, you need him to move and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow.

“As you wish, my Queen,” he teases as he slowly pulls back, and he pauses for a second when only the thick head of his cock remains inside.

Without any warning, he pushes back. Feeling his thick shaft pushing deeply back into you is beyond satisfying. Damn, it even makes you see stars. Both of you moan loudly as he starts pounding into you. This man right here just knows how to make love to you.

His pace is restless, your body quickly shaking with each movement. His hands grip your waist tight as the room gets filled with the slick sound of your moans, of the headboard of the bed hitting the wall, of your bodies slapping together, and of your pussy soaking his cock. The heat builds in your core as he slams into you, filling you completely with each thrust.

Your hands grip the sheets as hard as possible to steady yourself from Jungkook’s hard thrusts. Every time he pushes his hips back, he watches with delight the way his cock is completely covered with your arousal. Nothing drives him crazier than seeing this; you can see it in his eyes. His lips meet yours for a sloppy kiss while his thrusts grow rougher and quicker.

“You drive me crazy,” he whispers against your lips.

“Don’t even get me started on how you drive me crazy,” you reply.

The familiar coil of pleasure tightens in your stomach while your boyfriend moans your name. He’s definitely getting more and more lost in his pleasure, and he sounds and looks like an angel. Your angel. The only thing you’re both focused on now is chasing your high, and the heat between you is unbearable. You both know you won’t be lasting much longer.

With the noise you’re both making, you’re sure that the household staff hears it. Even though they aren’t werewolves and don’t have super hearing, you’re just making a big mess, and anybody with two ears can hear it. You feel sorry for them. You know tomorrow they will be talking about it. But the pleasure is too overwhelming, and you can’t help but moan louder and louder.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” you manage to say to your boyfriend, the desperation filling your voice.

His cock twitches inside you at your words, and well, that action causes your orgasm to crash over you. Your walls squeeze him tight while you’re completely and violently hit by your orgasm. Jungkook groans when he feels your wall clenching around his cock.

His thrusts get more desperate as he starts chasing his own high. He’s so fucking close. Jungkook closes his eyes because the simple view of your face contorting with pleasure is just too much. Your walls keep tightening around him, a torture you impose him to help him cum.

“Fuck,” he groans.

And then, with one last thrust, he falls apart. Deep groans fall from his lips as he releases his hot semen inside you, painting your velvety walls white. His hands tighten around your waist, holding you still while he releases himself deeper in you. He looks incredibly sexy when the orgasm hits him.

Jungkook collapses next to you in bed. His breathing is heavy, his eyes fixed on the ceiling just like yours.

“Don’t ever try again to push me away, yn,” he says without looking at you. “I won’t ever let you go,” his eyes finally meet yours, intense and unwavering. “Not when you’re my soulmate.”

You get closer before resting your head on his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you.

“Close your eyes,” Jungkook says, “and focus only on your breathing or heartbeat.”

You do as he says, but in all honesty, the sound of your baby’s heartbeat is the only thing you can truly focus on. The same heartbeat that rocks you to sleep every night.

For a month now, you’ve been having classes with Jungkook to master your transformation. It hasn’t been easy, but it feels like you’ve progressed a bit in a month. This control over your shift is mostly related to your emotions and also the moon. And the full moon is also in two days, so it’s getting harder to control everything. But in the end, that’s why you’re doing this.

On top of these classes with Jungkook, you’ve also been having self-defense classes with a man named Jimin. He’s the son of an old friend of your mother. Your boyfriend thought it’d be easier if it was a Shadow who would help you to defend yourself with your own abilities. It’s not easy, but Jimin has been nothing but a sweetheart with you. He’s tough when it comes to teaching you, but he’s been encouraging you so much.

When Jungkook feels like you’re grounded, he continues his lesson.

“Okay, now, imagine Yuna showing up here and ready to explode, threatening you and our child,” he tells you.

Your jaw clenches at the mere thought. You can perfectly picture her coming your way with anger all over her face. The same anger that was on her face when she showed up at your place a month ago. You can also imagine the sharp words leaving her mouth.

Your heart rate increases, and you can already feel the familiar heat rushing through your veins—the first sign of your transformation stirring beneath the surface. You can feel yourself losing control. It feels similar to when you shift during the full moon, but it’s still different. Jungkook told you that the transformation sensations would be different depending on the moon phase.

Jungkook steps closer, his hands gently gripping your arms.

“Don’t fight it,” he instructs. “Acknowledge the anger, the fear, but don’t let it take over. You control the shift, not the other way around.”

You swallow hard, nodding, trying to focus. But the thought of Yuna threatening your baby boy makes your wolf instincts emerge at the surface. Your fingertips tingle, and you swear you can feel your claws growing. Jungkook closely listens to your heartbeat and focuses on every emotion that he feels through your soulmate bond.

“Breathe, sunshine,” Jungkook reminds you, his voice grounding you like an anchor while the anger is slowly but surely taking over you. “Use that fire, but don’t let it consume you.”

Your chest rises and falls as you force yourself to breathe, to harness the emotions instead of drowning in them. You close your eyes, envisioning yourself standing firm. The power is still there, but instead of letting it erupt uncontrollably, you try to mold it, shaping it to your will.

Something you’ve noticed that seems to be working is thinking about the people you love and a good souvenir you have with them. Each time, it’s a different souvenir that seems to work. Today, your mind is brought back to a couple of months ago. To the day you met Jungkook.

It feels like it was a lifetime ago, yet it has only been four months. You can still perfectly picture him in that cold room, seconds before finding out about the mistake. He was so mysterious, yet undeniably charismatic. Something about him was drawing you in. After spending the past few weeks getting to know him, you’ve come to realize that the first version of him you met was his royal self. You met the king before you met your soulmate.

It was the beginning of this great adventure. An adventure where you get to become a mother. That thought warms your heart, and you feel yourself calming down.

When you open your eyes, they get blue. Jungkook smirks as he notices your blue eyes and claws.

“See? You’re getting there,” he says.

“It’s easy when you make me want to punch your ex,” you mumble, your fangs growing in your mouth.

Suddenly, a protective aura rises from within you. It’s strange and unfamiliar but extremely powerful. Is it the soulmate bond? Is it Jungkook trying to shield you? This is so new and pretty confusing.

“Is it you?” you ask, arching a brow at your boyfriend, your gaze locked on his.

“What?” he looks genuinely perplexed. “What am I doing?”

This is not him; you can tell by his expression. He’s not teasing you, he’s very serious. You frown, very confused with what is going on. What is this? Where is this coming from?

“What’s going on, yn?” Jungkook is getting worried.

Slowly, you shift back to your human form, too focused on trying to understand what is going on. You can’t really describe it, but it’s extremely powerful, and it’s coming from inside you. It feels like someone wrapped a blanket around you, a force trying to reassure you.

“I don’t know,” you answer, your mind trying to find the source of this power.

You close your eyes, the world around you disappearing completely. It’s just you; even Jungkook disappears, which is kind of new. But then, a strong heartbeat echoes, reminding you that you’re not alone. There’s still your baby, the one growing inside you. His heartbeat had never been this strong. This is also new.

Slowly, you feel the heartbeat growing stronger while this protective aura grows as well. Then, it hits you. It is your baby boy. Your baby boy is protecting you. How is that even possible? Jungkook’s mother never mentioned anything about this. Did she forget? How could she? She had four kids.

Instinctively, your hands move to your stomach as if you’re trying to tell your son that you feel him. That you know it’s him.

You open your eyes again; they take back their blue and wolfish appearance. Jungkook is standing in front of you, worry written all over his face.

“It’s him,” you mumble while grabbing your boyfriend’s hand and placing it over your belly.

As his hand touches you, he instantly feels the power radiating from the baby, and it’s something unlike anything he’s ever encountered in his life. His entire body tenses as he feels this raw strength.

“How can it be?” he whispers, his eyebrows furrowing.

“I don’t know,” you answer. “Nobody mentioned this.”

His breath stutters, and before he can suppress it, his wolf surges forward in response. His red eyes flash to the surface, instinct reacting to the sheer force of what he’s feeling. Jungkook exhales sharply, his fingers pressing harder against your stomach, but he’s still making sure not to hurt you.

“This is new,” he admits.

Jungkook had never felt anything like it. Not even from full-grown wolves at their strongest. And this… this is coming from someone who hasn’t even been born yet. He really doesn’t understand this. Is it related to the fact that you’re a hybrid? Is it related to the fact that he belongs to two different packs? Or is he simply a powerful werewolf? He will definitely do some research to understand this.

He swallows hard, forcing himself to focus, but your son's energy stirs something primal inside him. His wolf blood reacts to it, unable to resist and ignore your son's undeniable presence.

“He’s strong,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. He looks at you, then back down at your belly. “Really strong. I’ve never felt something like this.”

Jungkook is left with so many questions. Did his parents feel something like that during each pregnancy? Did even his sister feel this? For sure, he never felt anything this powerful whenever his sister would put his hand on her stomach.

For the first time since feeling it, his lips curve into a slow, almost disbelieving smirk.

“God help us and anybody else when he’s born.”

“You’re exaggerating,” you answer. “I’m sure Alphas are stronger than him.”

“Believe me, sunshine,” he retorts. “I can’t even tame my wolf side, and I’ve been in control of that side for many years.”

You seem not to fully believe him, thinking he’s likely overacting because it’s his son. But one thing is sure, your baby son is strong. That’s something you don’t doubt at all. And it leaves you wondering how it will be once he’s born.

Jungkook kneels down, his fingers pushing your shirt up before pressing a gentle kiss on your stomach.

“Seems like you’re a powerful little boy,” he whispers to your son. “And it excites me even more to meet you.”

A smile spreads across your face as you watch him talking to your baby. Jungkook does this at least twice a day, in the morning and the evening, and it’s the cutest thing in the world. The obstetrician informed you that the baby’s father should talk to him every day so he’ll recognize his father’s voice by the time he’s born.

“I already love you so so much, my little man,” he presses another kiss.

He presses his forehead lightly against your stomach, eyes closed as he absorbs every pulse of energy radiating from your son. He smiles as he feels it, knowing that it’s the baby reacting to his voice. To his father’s voice. You watch Jungkook in awe. This fierce and formidable man surrenders to something so small yet already so mighty.

After a moment, a little chuckle escapes his lips, and he glances up at you. You furrow your brows, wondering what is going through his mind and why he’s chuckling.

“I hope he doesn’t give us too much trouble,” he says, his hot breath caressing your stomach and sending shivers down your spine. “Something tells me he’s going to be a handful.”

“Oh? And what makes you say that?” you smirk, tilting your head.

Jungkook gives you a pointed look, his hands sliding up to rest on your waist as he slowly rises to his feet. His hand pushes down your shirt to cover your baby bump while his red and wolfish eyes take back their brown and human form.

“Well, for one, he’s your son,” he teases, a playful glint in his eyes. “Which means he’s going to be stubborn, unpredictable, and impossible to handle when he sets his mind on something.”

“Excuse me? As if you’re any better,” you gently hit his chest.

Jungkook lets out a deep laugh, his arms circling around you as he pulls you close, his lips hovering just above yours.

“Fair point,” he whispers. “Which means we’re doomed.”

You laugh, shaking your head, but deep down, you know he’s right. Your son isn’t even born yet, and he’s already proving to be strong. The thought sends a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation rushing through you. Sensing your emotions, Jungkook tightens his embrace and presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“But no matter how strong he is,” he reassures you, his voice quieter now, “he’s ours. And we’ll figure it out together.”

Your heart swells at his words, and you nod, resting your head against his chest. You know that no matter what happens, you’ll have Jungkook by your side. You won’t be facing anything alone, and honestly, you don’t want it any other way.

Today, you wonder how things would have turned out if the clinic had never told you about the mistake. Most probably, you would have never met Jungkook, and you would be dealing with this crazy pregnancy by yourself. You also wonder if things would have been the same if Jungkook wasn’t the father of your baby.

If you got inseminated by the donor you chose, would the pregnancy have awoken all your wolf abilities? That’s something you’ll never know, but you’re grateful that things went this way because you got to discover yourself.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Together.”

Jungkook’s mother and sister, together with her kids, are here to pay you a little visit. Since you’ve gotten to meet his family, you’ve grown closer to them. Most of them were a bit skeptical at first due to your nature, but they saw you beyond it. You’re a person, just like them, and you also are a werewolf. His mother actually loves you; she can spend hours with you, and you love spending some time with her. She’s been helping you a lot with the pregnancy.

“I’ve done some research about this whole hybrid law,” his mother informs you while you watch Jungkook holding his youngest nephew.

His nephew, Taemin, is only seven weeks old. He’s so tiny but so adorable, and Jungkook loves to be around him. It’s like he’s preparing himself before your son finally joins you. He turns around to look at his mother when she speaks.

“Why?” he furrows.

“I was intrigued,” she explains. “We all followed the rule so blindly, and we never truly wondered why.”

“Not everyone,” he points out.

She nods, remembering that her husband and son didn’t really follow the rule. All because of you. But today, she’s glad they didn’t.

“In your father’s personal library, I first found a book explaining the reasons behind each rule in our world,” she begins. “The reasons for the hybrid law weren’t really clear, but they implied that a king put it in place due to a threat. I wasn’t really convinced by this explanation because it didn’t make any sense. So, I kept looking.”

You and Jungkook are listening very closely to what she’s saying. You’re intrigued to discover what she found out.

“Eventually, I came across an ancient book,” she continues. “A book written by one of your ancestors, King Yisun. In it, he relates that he had a friend who could apparently see the future. This friend foresaw that one day, a powerful ‘mixed’ werewolf would rise to become king. By ‘mixed’, he meant half-human and half-werewolf.”

She pauses, letting the weight of that revelation settle in.

“King Yisun feared that such a werewolf would pose a threat to his reign, so he took drastic measures. He outlawed unions between werewolves and humans, ensuring that no hybrid could ever be born. And to further protect the throne, he decreed that only members of the Blood’s Pack could be part of the royal bloodline.”

“So, you’re saying that a king out of paranoia or fear or whatever decided to ban hybrids?” Dohee, Jungkook’s sister, says.

“That’s what it seems like.”

Even though it might sound crazy, King Yisun lived centuries ago. The world was completely different. What seemed like a threat back then isn’t one anymore. He feared for himself and his reign and did what he could to protect that. However, this law killed a lot of people, your parents included.

“Well, today, it sounds like a very stupid decision, but we can’t forget that King Yisun reigned in the 16th century. He did what he thought was best for himself,” Jungkook begins. “But the most foolish people were the kings that came after and maintained that law without even knowing why.”

You couldn’t agree more with him. For King Yisun, it made sense to create this rule, but for the others after, it didn’t. Most of them didn’t know why this rule was made but still kept it. It’s such an outdated rule. The irony is that the friend was right after all. Your son, a ‘mixed’ werewolf, will one day become a king. Your son will be the first king to carry human blood. He’ll be the first one not to be a hundred percent a werewolf.

“In the end, King Yisun’s friend was right,” Dohee says with a smile on her face. “A mixed werewolf will be king, but only centuries later.”

Jungkook smiles while he looks at you. He looks damn great with a child in his arms, and this will be a vision that you’ll daily have very soon. Father Jungkook looks great on him.

“Indeed,” you reply.

“Well,” Jungkook begins, his eyes still on yours. “I don’t think King Yisun could ever imagine how powerful that hybrid would be.”

His mother and sister look at him, confusion written all over their faces.

“What do you mean?” his mother asks as she frowns.

“Can we tell them?” he asks you through thoughts.

You nod, silently encouraging him to go on. They should know about it. Maybe they can even help you understand this better. Maybe they will even tell you that Jungkook is wrong. At least, that’s what you want to believe. He lets out a slow breath before speaking again.

“I can already feel him,” he says, his voice quieter. “Not just in the way any expecting father would. I mean, I can feel him. His presence, his power. And it’s unlike anything I’ve ever known.”

“Wait… are you saying…” Dohee blinks.

Her eyes go from you to Jungkook, and you both nod, confirming what she thinks.

“He’s still in the womb, and yet his power is strong enough to stir my wolf. The other day, yn could feel him protecting her, and when I touched her stomach, it hit me so intensely that I could barely contain myself. My eyes changed without even realizing it.”

His mother seems extremely confused and surprised.

“I know we can feel babies when they’re still in the womb. I mean, I experienced it with you, Dohee, but this was very much different.”

“Maybe we can try to do what we did the other day so you can see for yourselves,” you suggest to his mother and sister.

They both nod, more than eager to experience your son’s power firsthand.

“Okay, then let’s do it,” Jungkook answers.

Your boyfriend places his nephew in the crib while you stand up. Once the baby is lying down, Jungkook walks in your direction. He stands tall in front of you, his mother and sister very close to you.

“Imagine again, Yuna threatening you and our son. Imagine her being here, angry as hell.”

You close your eyes, seeing her face all over again. You don’t really like this, but man, if you can feel your baby’s warmth again, it’ll be worth it. Jisoo and Dohee look closely at you, understanding that you’re trying to tame your emotions and the wolf inside you. You take deep breaths, your mind focusing on not losing control.

You can feel the first signs of the transformation, your claws growing in your hands, and you know your eyes have taken their wolf aspect. Slowly, you sense, for the second time, the power radiating from within you. A warmth spreads inside you, like it’s trying to protect you from the outside world. However, this time around, the protective aura makes you blend into your background.

“It’s him,” you tell them. “He made me disappear.”

A smile grows on your face while your hands snail down to caress your stomach.

“It’s okay, my wolfy,” you whisper to your baby. “Nobody is going to hurt us.”

Although you wish to reappear so they can all feel your son’s strong energy, this is him protecting you. This isn’t up to you. It’s up to him. But as you gently stroke your stomach trying to reassure your baby, you slowly get back into vision. Instantly, your hand grabs Jisoo’s hand to place it on your stomach.

“Oh,” she says with evident surprise.

Then, Jungkook and Dohee also place their hands on your bump. They feel it too, the strong energy coming from inside you. The three of them struggle to contain their wolf side, their eyes turning red. You smile because damn, this little kid is already so so powerful, and it’s your son. You couldn’t be prouder.

His mother inhales sharply, her lips parting slightly as she’s definitely struggling to tame her wolf side. The energy your son is giving off stirs something primal inside the three of them. Their wolf bloods react to it, unable to resist and ignore your son's undeniable presence.

“This is not normal,” she finally says. “Not even Alphas can do that before birth.”

“Woow,” Dohee says. “I’ve never met someone so powerful. Let alone someone that isn’t even born yet. How is it for you?” her red eyes meet your blue ones.

“It feels like someone is placing a warm blanket around me, like someone is trying to protect me from the outside world. It feels extremely powerful, but in a good way,” you explain.

“And if he’s this powerful now, imagine what he’ll be like when he’s born,” his mother says before she removes her hand.

Dohee lets out a low whistle, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Damn, no wonder King Yisun was terrified of a hybrid becoming king. If your son is already radiating power before even taking his first breath…” she trails off, clearly stunned.

His mother, however, remains silent for a moment, deep in thought. She sits down on the couch, trying to understand what she just experienced. Then, slowly, a smile tugs at her lips.

“Then maybe,” she says softly, “he’s exactly what this kingdom has always needed.”

“What could be the reason?” Dohee wonders. “I mean, he’s already mixed from being a child of the Bloods and the Shadows. There are millions of mixed werewolves, and they never were this powerful. And on top of that, he carries human blood.”

“Yn and him are the first hybrids. We know nothing about them, so we’re discovering everything through them,” Jungkook begins. “Maybe human blood only makes them stronger and not weaker.” Well, you don’t know what makes your son so special, but one thing is for sure. You are already so proud and so in love with him.

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homemadesterekpie · 11 days ago

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im still such an og Hale pack enjoyer for real. i think about them all the time these days. Derek, Boyd, Erica, Isaac and Stiles just chilling together.

it starts awkwardly because they’re not used to eachother yet but the sheer instincts they all have to bond together is so strong the awkwardness feels just like background noise.

Scott having chosen the Argents while Stiles chose the wolves there’s this inevitable rift that forms between them. Stiles having been devoted to Scott for so long it’s obviously painful for him for a while and the wolves senses it.

especially Derek with his new Alpha powers, he can smell it on Stiles, his grief at losing his best friend. but he can also smell resignation and insistent determination.

Stiles does nothing in halves, when he’s in, he’s all in.

they start hanging out almost every day. not doing anything special most days. The betas train, Derek guides them, Stiles watches, he reads. Derek started going through the burnt out shell of his home and found some books and other things to salvage and let Stiles read through them.

and somehow that small thing almost moves Stiles to tears. Derek trusting him with the painful remains of his past life. Stiles is barely just starting to understand just how painful it’s all been for Derek up until now. and how it still tortures him. so having Derek casually show him the smoke smelling books and telling him he can read them if he wants to makes Stiles want to do something stupid like kiss Derek on the cheek and hug him. instead he fights tears and he thanks Derek sincerely as Derek just watches him intently.

It feels weird for Derek to have a pack now. It had been him and Laura for so long that his wolf had been content with that fact. but becoming an Alpha changed everything and he doesn’t know how Laura had been able to keep from changing people to add to their pack for all those years in New York because the drive to do so was almost impossible to resist. but Laura had always been the strong one, she had been raised to be the Alpha while Derek had been raised to become her beta. but he hopes he can make her proud. he hopes he can be half the Alpha she was.

its a relief to have numbers though. it feels safer and it’s easier to breath. he has people to take care of now. he has people to protect and provide for. he has people to patrol his territory with. he can secure his territory’s borders. he can start parley with the hunters occupying his territory.

it’s Stiles who brings it up. they’ve been a pack for a while now. almost a year. summer vacation is around the corner. the betas are strong now, they know how to fight, they know how to kill. meanwhile, Stiles has been going through Derek’s books obsessively. He started taking notes on loose paper but then started transcribing them more neatly into notebooks.

one late afternoon, when the pack is spending the day at the small lake deep in the preserve, Stiles sitting on the bank and reading, he asks Derek if they should consider dealing with the hunters.

ever since the pack has started growing stronger and more confident: patrolling the borders every night, contacting neighbouring packs to rekindle old alliances, Derek finally having his burnt out house torn down. the hunters have been making themselves known more insistently.

Chris Argent has been showing up with his daughter in the preserve hiking, more than once, both of them armed to the teeth. Strangers smelling of gunpowder and wolfsbane have been spotted in town a lot more often. actually, Stiles is pretty sure they’re being followed.

even Stiles who doesn’t have enhanced senses, spotted them all over town. once when out with his dad for dinner, a duo of them had come into the diner and sat at a booth not far from them. Stiles was certain he had seen them before. yes, he could swear he had seen them when he drove back home a few days ago after spending the day with the betas.

Stiles had watched as his dad had tensed when he also noticed the hunters sitting at their booth, ordering food. it was only after, when they were leaving the diner that his dad had asked Stiles if everything was good.

Stiles has told his father about werewolves a few months prior. he hadn’t gone into too much details but the sheriff knew about the pack and that Stiles was part of it. so Stiles shared to his dad his suspicions about the hunters. the next day, the sheriff gave Stiles a gun and took him to the gun range a few towns over. Stiles already knew how to use a gun but it had been a while since handling one so he made sure Stiles reacquainted himself. he also told Stiles that he would start keeping an eye on the Argents and waved away Stiles’ protests about not being worth endangering his job.

so this is why Stiles had to let Derek know they should definitely consider making a move. Derek just says yeah they should. he also confesses having been following the hunters’ movements for a while now. Stiles is taken aback because he had no idea of this??? and the betas hadn’t either from their reactions. they all stopped their swimming to look at Derek with various looks of surprise and betrayal. especially Boyd, whom had naturally worked his way to the second in command spot at Derek’s side.

so they decide to have an impromptu pack meeting right there on the bank of the small lake. they have a picnic and they talk things through as a pack, together. it feels so right to do so. this is what things are all about, Stiles distantly thinks as he watches and listens to Derek explain the hunters’ patterns of movement. a wolf pack, deep in the wilderness of their territory, ensuring the survival of their own.

they decide that Stiles will be sent with Boyd to the main Argent house and deliver the date and time and place for a parley meeting. Stiles recites the words he prepared beforehand , making sure to use the terms he learned from all the books he read.

there will be no violence. but if the hunters were to break that rule, the pack would be forced to take measures to protect themselves.

Chris’ face stays hard and impassive as he listens to Stiles but Allison isn’t as good at hiding her emotions, her face betraying her disdain and hatred. Stiles can’t help thinking those emotions don’t suit her, it makes her look a lot like her mother. the entire time Stiles speaks, she keeps her eyes on Boyd but the imposing beta doesn’t even bat an eyelash. It’s only when Allison’s eyes move to Stiles with the same animosity, that Boyd takes a step closer to Stiles, almost moving in front on him. a soft rumble growing louder the longer Allison looks at Stiles.

Chris’ eyes snap to Boyd for a second before falling to Allison and he stares her down until she has no choice but to lower her eyes, whole body shaking in anger. Boyd stops growling but he doesn’t step down or away from Stiles.

when they finally leave, Boyd walks with Stiles at his back and keeps his eyes the two hunters until they’re both back inside the house and Stiles is safe in the jeep.

Boyd and Stiles share a look when they’re both sat in the jeep. words aren’t necessary here. Boyd has done more than words could ever express so Stiles just pats Boyd’s shoulder, smiling and then he grips it for a few seconds. he’d prefer to hug him but in the jeep it would be too awkward so this would have to do for now.

not long after, the meeting happens. Derek, Boyd and Stiles arrive early. it’s happening at the outskirts of town, almost at the border of the territory. Erica and Isaac are stationed close by and they howl in warning when the hunters approach.

when Scott gets out of the SUV along with Chris, Allison and two other unfamiliar hunters, he’s the only one who reacts. he gasps and his jaw falls open in indignation but he immediately shuts it and rage courses through his veins. he never thought he would ever be feeling like this when it came to Scott but here he is. the gun in the waistband of his jeans at his back burns as his hand itches with the urge to take it out. he could shoot Scott, just to show him a lesson, he doesn’t even have wolfsbane bullets, he’d recover. but this meeting is more important than his ex best friend’s idiotic decisions.

he’s seething in it when Derek’s big hand falls to his shoulder and squeezes for a moment. Stiles calms down almost instantly. his breathing calms and he touches Derek’s hand softly with his fingers in acknowledgment, in thanks and Derek lets go. Scott’s eyes follows the movements and vague disgust blooms on his face.

Derek openly stares at Scott as he walks up along with Chris and his daughter. his stare is hard and unforgiving and he stares until Scott lowers his own gaze to the ground, fidgeting.

Derek leads the meeting and he’s surprised when Chris is the one to lead his own party. he was certain Allison was the one in charge now. She turned 18 and had finished her training months prior. that meant Chris and his men didn’t consider her ready for some reason. it must be because of the way she can’t seem to be able to keep her feelings in check. her hatred and discomfort at being in their presence is so palpable, Derek couldn’t avoid the smell even if he wanted to.

the terms of the Hale pack are brought forward. Hunters have a month to leave Hale territory or face repercussions. if they want to parley in the future, after leaving the territory, they will reach out to the pack for a meeting, the proper way. any other manner of ways used to reach out to the pack, will be considered a breach of the terms and the pack will be forced to take action.

Derek is implacable, his word is law. Stiles feels it in his bones, the skin at the back of his neck prickles with goosebumps. the wind picks up, the trees trashing with it and it becomes undeniable just how powerful Derek truly is at this moment.

the nematon is alive. Stiles has been working tirelessly for months with Deaton to purify it and then secure it’s connection to the Hale bloodline. tonight was the first test in checking the connection and the result is more than promising and Stiles can’t help giving a little smirk.

Chris looks around them furtively, feigning calm but there’s beads of sweat forming at his forehead. he watches Derek for a long time as the trees trash and creak under the force of the wind around them. the ground starts to shake slightly, pebbles and gravel rattling about.

it goes on until Chris finally extends a hand toward Derek and accepts the terms. Derek simply grips Chris’ hand in his own and they shake on it. the ground stops shaking and the the wind slowly die down to a gentle breeze.

Erica and Isaac show up at that moment, making themselves known and the entire pack watch as Chris, Allison, Scott and the two other hunters walk back to the SUV and drive away.

Stiles knows they’re out of earshot once the betas’ tense postures finally relaxes. Derek stays tense for much longer but that’s only because his senses are sharper than the betas.

Stiles and the betas celebrate by sharing hugs and a few nuzzles to cheeks. then Stiles walks over to his Alpha and just has to wait him out a few more seconds before Derek’s posture also relaxes.

he reaches out to place a hand around the back of Stiles’ neck and pulls him into his personal space. he pushes his forehead to Stiles’ own and they breath the same air for a few moments. Stiles lets his eyes fall shut and he grips Derek’s henley at his side.

eventually, they separate and Derek’s hand shifts to lay to the side of his neck, thumb brushing back forth. Stiles can’t look away from Derek’s gorgeous face, his heart pounding in his chest. emotions surge up inside of him and the next thing you know Stiles is kissing Derek on the lips, arms around those broad, strong shoulders.

his uncontrollable emotions seem to burst inside of him and tears prickle at his eyes behind his tightly shut eyelids. he wants to give Derek everything. everything he has, everything he is. he wants Derek to own it all.

the Alpha must feel it all because when he puts his arms around Stiles he squeezes him so tight it borders on painful but Stiles doesn’t even notice it.

when they finally let go of eachother, the betas are gone. they probably left pretty quickly, giving them privacy. they probably went ahead to wait for them at the diner where they said they would regroup after the meeting.

Derek entwines his fingers with Stiles’ before pulling him gently towards the waiting camaro. Stiles steps up quickly and lets go of his fingers to instead hug Derek’s entire arm, smiling brightly. he may let out a few giggles, he’s so giddy he can’t help it.

after the diner, Stiles invites Derek over and they end up watching a movie in the living room since his dad is out pulling a double shift but Stiles can’t seem to concentrate on any of it. after the movie, Stiles asks Derek if he wants to sleep over. he can’t look at Derek in the eyes when he asks because it’s actually the first time Stiles does and there’s arousal thrumming in his veins that he knows for a fact Derek can smell.

he slowly makes his way up the stairs, knowing Derek will follow. at the landing he takes off his t-shirt and drops it to the floor. his jeans, underwear and socks are next, then he hears the creaking of the stairs and he knows Derek is almost at the landing.

he enters his bedroom, still keeping it slow but he chances a look back from under his lashes to watch Derek enter his bedroom with all the grace of the apex predator he truly is.

a shiver runs up Stiles’ spine and goosebumps spreads over his entire body. Derek’s eyes are glowing blood red and he’s fixated on Stiles so intently, it’s like he can feel the gaze on his skin like a physical touch.

heart pounding in his chest, he breaks eye contact to climb into his bed and settle comfortably onto his back. their eyes meet again and he watches as the Alpha stalks deeper into his bedroom. their eye contact break again when Derek pulls off his henley and then Stiles’ eyes are naturally pulled down to watch Derek undo his belt.

he’s panting as Derek pushes down his jeans and underwear at the same time and he spreads his legs almost on instincts. slowly oh so slowly, Derek climbs into bed to settle onto top of Stiles and in between his spread thighs.

Stiles rummage under his pillow until his hand finds the bottle of lube he left there earlier in the day exactly for this. he presses it to Derek’s hand. he doesn’t want to wait anymore. he needs it, he needs it so bad.

Derek doesn’t use the lube right away though, instead he folds Stiles almost in half and opens him up with his mouth and tongue for a long time. Stiles squirms and moans, his dick so hard it hurts but he won’t come. he knows he won’t and he doesn’t want to, he wants to come on Derek’s dick, like he should but he’s already close so fucking close.

when Derek finally pushes two fingers into him Stiles is whiny and he’s panting hard. he knows he’s babbling but he’s not sure what he’s saying. when the third finger goes in his ass it starts making an obscene squelching sound as Derek’s fingers thrusts in and out of him. there’s no discomfort at all and he knows he’s ready, he’s so ready. he tells Derek as much and Derek who’s also panting at this point, takes out his fingers and strokes the lube onto his dick before moving his knees up a little for better leverage and lines himself up.

he kisses Stiles as he breaches him and continues to kiss him as he slowly pushes until he’s balls deep. Stiles can only moan and grip Derek’s shoulders hard as the stretch borders on painful for a moment until his body adjusts.

he doesn’t even have to say anything for Derek to know exactly when the discomfort of the stretch abates because the second it does Derek starts moving. slow steady thrusts that leaves Stiles whining into Derek’s kisses.

slowly but steadily, Derek picks up the pace and then they’re both panting too hard to kiss so they pant into eachother’s mouth for a while, Stiles sometimes babbling unintelligibly. Derek then moves his kisses to Stiles’ cheek, down his throat and settling there. he lavishes Stiles’s throat in open mouthed kisses and starts making a constant rumbling sound in his chest that Stiles can feel under his own skin.

with a hand in Derek’s hair holding him in place at his throat, he slides his other hand down to Derek’s ass to edge him on and he starts begging his Alpha to go harder. Derek doesn’t need to be told twice, on the next thrust he slams back in so hard Stiles screams.

after that, Derek fucks him so hard it’s hard to make any sound. the wolf is growling on top of him, leaving bite marks at his throat and Stiles arches into the thrusts, pleasure climbing until he’s on the edge.

then Derek’s thrusts go erratic and he’s growling louder before he pierces the soft skin of Stiles’ neck at his shoulder with his sharp teeth and Stiles is coming. spurts after spurts of come painting the length of his stomach and torso while Derek spills deep inside of him.

there’s a moment of stillness, Stiles breathing really hard and Derek twitching with aftershocks. the moment passes and Derek lowers himself gently to rest his weight completely on top of Stiles. Stiles lets out a small contented sigh. he’s so happy. he’s so sated. he’s done it. he gave Derek everything. he’s Derek’s now. he’s so happy.

when they’ve both regained their breathing and Stiles starts to doze off, Derek nuzzles his cheek and whispers “you’re mine, i love you so much.” in Stiles’ ear.

Stiles’ heart flutters and warmth spreads in his chest.

“yes, God yes, i love you too.” Stiles whispers back.

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adispit · 9 months ago

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The Crown (100 followers special!)

Alpha! Rival king x alpha king m! reader

content warnings: bitching, reader gets turned into an omega against his will, noncon turned heavy dubcon, reader isn’t in the right of mind, breeding, dirty talk, degradation, cream pie, knotting, overstimulation, pwp, belly bulge

note: kinda went ham writing this wtf lmfao, anyways enjoy!

The tension in the room was palpable. As the one who wore the crown, your duty was just as heavy as the ornate gems that emboldened it. You were a young and green alpha, barely an adult at the ripe age of 18. Hastily made king, as your many brothers in line and father fell in the decades long battle against the opposing kingdom, your choice didn’t matter. The country needed someone to govern as soon as possible and you as the sole remaining heir was responsible. The whispers and scrutiny of the court didn’t help much either, the weight of responsibility of your decisions over the people and the waging war kept you awake at night, cold sweat dripping from your temples as you could almost hear the cries of your fellow soldiers perishing in battle.

Which took you into the present moment, where a heated debate was taking place of the next action that should be taken for the strife between your country and the rival nation. You sat in the heavy, intricately carved throne that seemed to press down on you, both a symbol of your power and a reminder of the immense responsibility you bore. The room was dimly lit by flickering torches, casting long, uneasy shadows on the stone walls. Around you, the advisors were gathered, their voices a murmur of concern and debate. “Thousand of soldiers have fallen in battle, we can’t take any more losses!” One of the advisors, his name you couldn’t really remember, argued fiercely with a hint of urgency. “The enemy is approaching closer day by day and the people are starving, we must surrender now to avoid total destruction!”

“Surrender?! That would cut off all means of escape! And you can’t possibly guarantee under the rule of the enemy’s rule, our people will be able to live peacefully!” Another advisor shot back, her voice sharp with defiance. Shifting uneasily on the throne, you felt the weight of their expectations bearing down on you. The advisors’ voices clashed, each presenting their case with unwavering conviction. Maps and documents spread out on the table before you seemed to blur as you struggled to focus on the conflicting arguments. Finally, you spoke, fingers drumming nervously on the table as you tried keep a steady tone amid the clamour. “How are you sure that surrender is the only viable option we have to take?” Your voice strained as you fidgeted restlessly.

The first advisor spoke, his gaze was intense, filled with concern. “The enemy’s forces are overwhelming. Continuing to resist will only lead to greater devastation. Surrender is the most rational choice to save lives.”The other advisor leaned closer, her eyes filled with determination. “We have not explored every diplomatic avenue. Surrender might be seen as defeat, but if we negotiate from a position of strength, we could secure better terms.” The room fell into a tense silence as every gaze fell upon you, the choice to surrender or negotiate hung heavily in the air.

However, you chose neither. “I have heard your concerns and arguments,” you began, your voice filled with unusual resolve. “We will not surrender.” Gasps echoed throughout the room as the disapproving gazes began pouring in but you pushed on. “As your king, no matter the outcome in this long war, we will push to the end. If we must fall, let it be with the knowledge that we fought to the last breath for our sovereignty and our principles. We will defend our country with all that we have, even if it means facing doom.” You were exhausted, the war taken its toll on you and you just wanted it to end. “Your majesty! You don’t understand, we-“ “Silence! This is an order from your king. I will now retire to my chambers.” Leaving no room for argument, you slipped away to the privacy and peace of your quarters, away from the shouts and protests of your counsel.

Chucking the heavy crown aside, you sank in your chair with a deep sigh. The flickering candlelight illuminating your weary face, an expression now often seen ever since you took on the role of king a few months ago. Absentmindedly tracing the patterns of the chair, the advisors arguments burst through your mind, doubt and despair both trapping you. God, not even having a moment to yourself was possible in the castle. You seriously needed a break from all the chaos, so you decided to slip out under the cover of night from the castle to the nearby forest, at the very edge of the country’s borders to seek some time to yourself.

As leaves crunched under your every step, the moon cast a gentle silvery glow over your cloaked form. The leaves in the tree branches rustled softly from the occasional breeze, the peace and quiet bringing about a pleasant atmosphere as you trekked through the woods. Arriving at a small clearing where a babbling creek lay, you finally let out an exhale you had been holding. Under the canopy of the stars, and no one around to constantly screech the phrase “Your Majesty!”, the sense of freedom you felt was truly unmatched. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to at least let out your worries, there wasn’t anyone around anyways… “Damn those old farts, it’s not like I even wanted to be king! I can literally see the court eyeing me like a piece of meat every time they argue about the war like I’m some kind of idiot! God, sometimes I wish I was just some simple commoner!” Fueled by your sudden rage, words rushed out your mouth, the confusion and rage you had held in for so long finally let out.

Oh. That actually felt…good. Unfortunately before you could continue, a voice interrupted you, “Your Majesty, are you okay…?” Whipping your head around, you were greeted at a sight of a golden-haired man donned in a commoner’s garb, standing there awkwardly at the entrance of the clearing. Caught off guard, you stumbled over your words, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Well, I …uh…! Sorry, you had to see that… that was pretty embarrassing of me haha…” You rubbed your neck sheepishly, mortified that one of your subjects had seen you so vulnerable. There was a heavy pause as your words hung in the air. The man’s expression softened, and he stepped forward, his tone empathetic. "Your Majesty, we all have our burdens. There’s nothing wrong with sharing your troubles. If you don’t mind sharing some of your problems with this humble subject, I would be happy to listen.”

The man’s unexpected understanding and calm demeanor helped ground you. Word after word, you shared about how you feel, the weight of the crown and its decisions, and the man patiently listened. Hours passed and you learnt the man’s name was Leo and he was an alpha. “Leo, thanks so much for listening to me.” You smiled shyly at him. “Not to mention, you’re really handsome too, I bet a girl or two would be interested in a guy who is as caring and good looking as you. Well too bad, I’m a male, an alpha and the king at that. Alphas can’t really be together.” You joked, failing to catch a brief piercing look that flashed in his eyes before he reverted back to his gentle expression at what you said. “No problem, Your Majesty, the pleasure is all mine.” He bowed. “I am glad you were able to feel better, but I must go. See you around.” Waving at him, you watched as he left the clearing. Weird, you never saw his face before in the servants of the castle…why did he say see you around? Oh well, you brushed it off as you headed back to the castle, it didn’t really matter.

As you approached the castle, you were greeted by the sight of the once-grand fortress, now a dark silhouette against the burning sky, that was surrounded by enemy forces. Smoke billowed from the battlements, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of battle. Panic and despair filled you, as their king where had you been? Shirking your responsibilities and leaving your own subjects vulnerable! Your heart sank as you rushed into the fray of battle where the throne room lay, as multiple corpses of your former subjects lay there, a stifling numbness filled you. Gritting your teeth, you decided to fight to the end and honour your words as their king. Brandishing your sword, you swung at the enemy soldiers, desperately seeking revenge for your fallen subjects. Unfortunately, resistance was futile at this point, most of your soldiers were dead. The enemy soldiers recognised you as the king and immediately incapacitated you. Just before you passed out, you swore you could see a familiar smile on someone approaching you.

“—— needs to be done.” “That’s not——!” You jolt awake to the sharp, discordant murmur of voices. Groggy and disoriented, you struggle to make sense of your surroundings around you. The invasion! Wide awake, you opened your eyes to see the familiar throne room and your wrists bound together as you sat on the throne. Enemy soldiers surrounded the hall as a golden-haired man in regal attire seemed to be having a conversation with someone. Wait. No way. Was it- “Leo!” You blurted out involuntarily. Noticing that you were awake, the man gestured for the other person and the soldiers to leave as he walked in your direction. As he came closer, his cerulean eyes met your shocked gaze, there was no mistaking it. He was Leo, the man you had confided in hours ago.

The kind expression on his face you had seen was now replaced with a taunting smirk, a sharp contrast to his former soothing demeanour. A wave of disbelief washed over you, leaving you momentarily paralysed. Tilting your chin up with his hand, he smiled evilly. “Oh, you naive thing. (Name), you were just pouring your heart out to me as your subjects were ruthlessly slaughtered…you truly are a great king…” An almost psychotic giggle left him as he sneered at you. “I was honestly surprised. I thought you were be more well, less stupid. It’s almost adorable really! To not even do your research about the very king that you were at war with, your innocence was so cute.” Disdain was evident in his tone as he made cruel jab after cruel jab at you.

“Just kill me.” You snarled at him, a fierce defiance radiating as you bared your fangs at him. However, your words seemed to take on the opposite effect of what you wanted as he only cooed at you mockingly. “Now, now, I can’t possibly do that. You were so cute in trusting me, I can’t possibly let you go now!” He grinned with malicious intent, his thoughts unpredictable as you glared at him. “The elders at home have been bothering me about getting a wife lately, and you seem to like me after our first meeting so why not make you my bitch.” He beamed malevolently, making sure to enunciate every word clearly.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Bitch? Well, you certainly didn’t like that as you let out a guttural growl at that suggestion, your pride as an alpha rising up. “Quiet.” Leo shushed you almost as you were a disobedient child. Grabbing you with almost inhuman strength, you flailed as he hoisted you on his lap with your back facing him. Terror quickly set in as he began sniffing your nape where your scent gland was, his canines lightly grazing it. One bite and it was over. You wouldn’t be an alpha anymore and instead be bound to the very man that slaughtered your people. In a fit of fear, you began frantically struggling as you pleaded with him. “Leo! Please don’t-!” However, it was to no avail as he snorted back with a snarky “No.” He sunk his teeth into your gland, biting down with as much force he could humanly muster. The harsh pain ripping a pained whine from your throat as you scrambled at the air to grip onto anything to ground you. An intense heat began to envelop you, further intensifying your discomfort.

The bite took immediate effect, heat rushing through your veins as you felt your body beginning to change. Agony shot through you as the forced change to your secondary gender was initiated, a relentless wave of pain that refused to ebb. Your once sharp canines that served to give a mating bite shrunk along with your cock, turning into an omega’s tiny cock. Your unused hole began to leak runny slick through your pants, a sign that the bitching had been successful and your first heat as an omega was about to begin. Weakly twitching against Leo, your muscles felt like stone as all your strength was sapped from you. Satisfied with his work, Leo hummed as he licked the bite in satisfaction.

As the pain shifted to an insatiable need to be filled, you unconsciously grinded against the huge tent forming in his pants, seeking reprise from the unfamiliar heat you felt, your slick wetting his crotch. You whimpered, your newly turned body eager to be filled and fucked. Turning you around to face him, Leo tore off your pants impatiently, eager to see the results of his bitching. “Fuck, your dick has really turned into an omega’s useless cock!” He jeered as he thumbed at the slit at the head of your dick, pearly pre-cum forming at the tip. “F-fuck you…” You spat back, struggling to regain your senses in your lust hazed state. He smirked back, his fingers dextrously rubbing your cock in response. “S-stop!” You cried out, the rim of your eyes red. The humiliation of being bitched and getting jerked off was too much. Coupled with the fact you were a virgin, the pleasure immediately began to fill your frayed nerves. With your senses heightened by your heat, you came almost seconds after, the knot in your stomach tightening and breaking as you dirtied your shirt with a loud moan.

Hands moving away from your weeping cock, he spread your rim dripping with slick open. “It’s like a waterfall…” Muttering, he wet his fingers with your slick before slipping in a finger. The calluses on his finger served as delicious stimulation as they rubbed against your sensitive walls, trying to find your prostrate. Biting your lips, you tried to hold your moans in, not letting him have any satisfaction. Your attempts at resistance were once again futile as he quickly found your prostrate and began to abuse it relentlessly, slipping in another finger. Once again, you felt the familiar singsong of ecstasy rush through you as the pressure in your stomach tightened. “Gh! Ngh—no! D-don’t wanna cum again!” You sobbed as he mercilessly grinded away at your prostrate, crying out as cum shot out from your dick for the second time.

His fingers pulled out as he shared a kiss with you, hot tongue twisting and dominating your mouth. Caught up in the kiss, you didn’t notice him freeing his cock which was now circling your hole. The sudden intrusion had you gasping and pulling away as the blunt head of his cock slipped out from your movements. He grunted at you, annoyed as his cock throbbed impatiently. You shook your head at him desperately as your throat was too dry to form words. A sudden gentle expression formed on his face, “Okay, then if you don’t want it, I won’t force it.” He smiled, almost saint-like. You should have felt joy at what he said but only disappointment filled you. Why did you feel disappointed?! The growing emptiness in you made you restless as your instincts cried at you to make your mated alpha put his dick in you deep and knot you.

Conflicted, you stared at him blankly. “Tell me, do you want it or not?” He chuckled carefree, almost as if his cock wasn’t rock hard in front of you. The intense need to be filled overwhelmed your senses, you needed to be bred. Desperation and horniness got the better of you as you as you nodded your head, hole clenching in response. “Use your words.” He scowled in displeasure. Eager to please your alpha, you tossed aside your pride and shame as you uttered a low yes. In a split second, you felt his monstrous cock stretch you open and then white. You had squirted all over him just from penetration. Your mouth gaped as your eyes glazed over, the repeated orgasms leaving you twitching around the fat dick driving into you. “Shit.” He huffed, smug, and gripped your waist as he bounced you up and down his fat dick. “Ah! Ah- ugh!” Whimpers bubbled from your throat as you swore you saw stars from how hard he was thrusting into you, your prostrate kissed again and again. Watching your flesh ripple as his hips snapped against yours, Leo spurred on, your cries exciting him further.

Indescribable satisfaction filled you as he grinded his hips into you, making sure to go deep and bully your sensitive innards, making you pulse around his cock uncontrollably. “You like that, huh.” He growled, voice dropping an octave as he began relentlessly pounding, determined to sate his desire. It didn’t help that he had an incredibly strong stamina, making you orgasm multiple times, your voice too hoarse to even cry out. “Gonna wife you up, put my kids in you.” He groaned, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as the brutal pace of his cock began to stutter and slow down as the base of his dick began to swell. He was going to knot you. Roughly shoving his swelling knot in your hole, the burn and friction against your insides made you mewl in pleasure.

You attempted to move Leo’s hands away, but when that didn’t work, you tried to crawl off the dick destroying your insides. Tears fell from your eyes, your little cock not being able to keep up with the pleasure continuing to wrack his body. He felt you trying to pull away and grabbed you by the base of your throat, pulling his ass flush against his thighs. Leo continued to obliterate your hole, his other hand reaching down to wrap around the tiny dick. He jerked you in time with his thrusts, licking around the scent gland.

“Don’t run from it. Take it like a good little wife.”

Finally, the moment came. The mast of his swollen knot locked you both together as he sheathed himself in to the hilt. You slurred incoherently as he began stuffing you full of his cum, a small bulge forming on your stomach. In a rare moment of reprieve, he gently placed his hands against your distending stomach as waves of cum were pumped into you. Trapped in a tight bear hug, your yowls of ecstasy drowned out his moans as you both came together. Barely conscious from the rough fucking you just had, your head lolled to the side on his shoulder.

Breathing in his scent as your hole hugged his cock, you swore you were going to kill him. A small hoarse “fuck you” left your lips before you drifted off to sleep, eliciting an amused laugh from him.

note: well that was it haha, Leo’s a bitch lol 💀. Tried a more descriptive writing style this time, hope u enjoyed the fic :)

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#pit babe #pit babe the series #omegaverse #polls #mine

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ghostieblr · 6 months ago

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Peter's Vows

When Derek is born, there is an earthquake. Beacon Hills is many things, but it is not a place of earthquakes. This is an anomaly, this sudden shaking of the land, and Peter watches Talia go through the pain of birthing a cub, and he makes note of how her cries resonate with the moving earth. As the baby is brought to the world of the living, the earth shakes more; giddy, Peter thinks of the land. Giddy at this baby's birth. That's what it is.

The town reels with the destruction, however minimal it seems to be. It is the strangeness of the earthquake that has the people in a panic, and it takes two days of Mayor Yukimura calling for council meetings and community barbecues that they begin to somehwat calm down.

The baby is named Derek on the first day itself, born underneath the Nemeton, his pale blue eyes reflecting the moonlight in silver hues. Talia sobs with relief, Nathan beside her, stroking her hair. Laura is back at the pack house, safely tucked in the bed, the rest of the pack members keeping watch. Talia had wanted to bring her with them, fearing the worst of the anomaly, but their mom had convinced her to not do it. The birth of the Alpha's cub is a big deal, but it is also private: only the Mate, Emissary and Left Hand are allowed to be present, for comfort, safety, and protection, respectively.

It has been tradition since ages, and Talia is the last person to break it.

Derek is a calm baby. Sleeps through the night, doesn't cry for attention. Only does it for feeding, his survival instinct as strong as his lungs. Peter adores him, even if he may never admit it to anyone.

He is also curious about the boy. Why an earthquake? It cannot be a coincidence. Truly, he wonders how some people can be so dumb. Calling it a coincidence is insulting to the Powers That Be, which must have called upon such a natural reaction of the land for a reason. Derek is a special boy, and Peter vows to find out how.

Besides his incredibly compassionate heart, that is.

It is in his eyes, which have slowly turned into a kaleidoscope of colors, the kindness of him. Derek's trust is not so easily earned, but once it is, it is extremely difficult to dislodge it.

Derek is a boy destined to become a kind man, one that will be an Alpha with mercy in his heart but cunning in his mind. Peter sees the makings of it right from the beginning, the way the boy will procure solutions to his own problems as well as those he deems important to him. Laura is the first born and thus has the claim to being the next Hale Alpha, however Peter knows, somehow, perhaps instinctually, that Derek will be the Alpha.

Another piece of the puzzle falls in place when their emissary falls pregnant. She's an amazing woman, Claudia. Peter likes her wit and humor, and he enjoys the perspective of her husband, the deputy, and if luck is on his side, soon-to-be Sheriff of Beacon Hills. Peter is happy for the couple.

He is, also, astonished to see an almost five-year-old Derek climb onto Claudia's lap one morning, his small fists rubbing against his eyes, and his nose scrunching determinedly to find a scent.

Peter remembers the conversation well.

"Derek, honey? What are you trying to find?"

"Mine," is what Derek growls in reply to Claudia, and shoves his nose against her barely-showing belly.

Peter's laughing figure is shot out of the end of the couch and onto the floor by Claudia's impeccable throw of one of the decorative pillows from said couch.

Thereafter, it was peculiar but not unseemly to find Derek following beside Claudia, his whole little being focused on the life forming inside her. And when the night came, Peter wasn't at all surprised to witness the thunderstorm.

Claudia had plans of giving birth in the hospital, but due to miscalculated steps, or simply because of reasons not privy to them, the best possible option left for her seemed to be below the Nemeton.

John had lost his damn mind at the prospect. "It's raining! Heavily!"

"Talia gave birth in an earthquake," Claudia says through gritted teeth, "And the baby doesn't care, nor do I, John. It is—"

Her words are cut off by another scream, and she is right, of course. It is time.

Talia, John, and Peter are the only ones who should go with her, but Derek, the little sneaky wolf that he seems to have become, follows them. It isn't until halfway through that John, the human, realizes his presence first.

They move forward with the determined little boy, who is all sopping wet in his wolf onesie, and really, this is no laughing matter. Except it is.

Claudia is brought below the Nemeton, and the tree, big and branching and beautiful, hums in their presence. The canopy of it sheds them some, but not completely.

And so, under hard rain and sharp thunderstorms, Mieczysław Stilinski is born, his little body almost white under the moonlight, and his eyes, when they open, a shock of topaz, like a glinting jewel; a fallen angel, Peter thinks.

Derek carefully wraps the baby in the blanket Talia removes from the packed bag, her movements locked onto her son's and the baby's, while John tends to his wife.

Peter watches. He notes the way the baby is calmest in Derek's arms, the way Derek is mesmerized.

This is more than just being True Mates.

True Mates itself are the rarest of occurrences, but something tells him this is more than that. The earthquake, and this sudden rain, in April of all things, simply cannot be coincidence. There must be a reason, one that Peter must uncover.

In the coming years, he dedicates his time to the quest, and finds that, oh, this is something unique indeed.

Unique to the point of legend.

Of course, he gathers facts before telling anyone. Derek's control goes onto the list, as does his ability to switch between his shift as easy as breathing. Having such control at the age of seven is almost impossible, but he has it without the growing ego that would have inflated anyone else's with the amount of praise he gets.

Stiles, as Derek had nicknamed Mieczysław almost immediately post his arrival in the world, is no human. His mother's line has some pretty strong magical abilities, but the kind of power that this boy exudes surpasses imagination. Nobody notices at first, not even Peter, until Stiles is a couple of months past his third birthday. It truly isn't until Derek, almost nine, comes down from his room one day into the kitchen, says, "Which packet, Stiles?" that they realize it.

"Honey, he isn't a wolf. He cannot hear you," Nathan tells him, but Derek just shrugs.

"He is for today."

Peter hears the, "Blue one! Blue one! Blue is sooo pretty, Derek!" from Stiles, who is definitely sitting in Derek's room, upstairs.

Derek grabs the blue packet and goes upstairs, and Peter follows, followed by Talia and Nathan, who beckon Claudia as well.

Stiles sitting on the floor, a myriad of toys around him, while the packets of chips sit beside him, torn open, evidently by Derek's claws, who himself is playing with Stiles.

And they're both being fed flying chips.

The three wolves turn to Claudia as one. Her shaking head and awed face is enough to clue them in, and really, Peter thinks, this is fucking incredible.

Powers don't manifest as early as this in magic wielders. They're more of the puberty package, tied to emotions at the beginning rather than will.

This is... defying it.

Peter loves to see when the next piece of the puzzle will fall.

And it does oh so enticingly.

Years later, when Derek is fourteen and Stiles is almost nine, comes the first trial. The Alpha Summit & The Argent Treaty.

Peter doesn't believe Gerard's words to do no harm, so he sets up precautions in place. It pays off, because during the summit, he almost ends up blinding Deaucalion — something that could have turned super bad if left unchecked.

Gerard's attack is met with swift retaliation, but somehow, only his goons end up dead. Gerard himself remains free, and through sheer will, maybe, the old man manages to kidnap Laura.

By the time the adults sniff out their cub, they're too late.

Not in the sense of Laura being hurt, but in the terms of missing the action, somewhat.

When they enter the warehouse, they are faced with Gerard being held down by a black wolf, fangs around his neck, the eyes of the creature a deep, ruby red. Deeper than Talia's. At first, they all assume it to be one of the visiting Alphas, but then they realize Stiles' presence, too, and it clicks.

Stiles frees Laura from the painful looking electric rod, and comes back to Derek, coaxes him back to his human form as Peter and Nathan take care of the psychopath.

Laura lets Talia mother her, and then says, "We'll have two Alphas."

Talia looks at the now human Derek, and eyes shining with pride, she nods. "Come here, both of you," she beckons, and the boys run, Stiles' chattering a comforting sound for all of them.

A few weeks later, Derek admits to everyone he has a new friend, and talks about her often. Paige this, Paige that. Laura teases him, restrained in her words, trying not to upset Derek's control. Even Cora pulls back. Stiles, though, is almost worse.

He riles Derek to the point of him using his Alpha voice to shut up, and the whole Pack silences itself, even Talia. Stiles, though — an exception to all things sane — doesn't back down. The voice doesn't work on him, and Derek isn't phased by it. However, the smell of guilt filters through their home, and Stiles' sigh is followed by comforting words. There is no apologizing though.

Soon, they'll learn from Derek himself that he hates that everyone is walking on eggshells. That is why he kept bringing up Paige, so that someone would tease him, uncle Peter, Laura, Cora. Or that Stiles would rile him up.

"Why would he, though? He should be happy for you. I am." Cora's words are met with a laugh from Derek, and a groan of embarrassement from Stiles.

"He's weirdly possessive — don't push me, you know you are."

"Alright," Stiles sighs, "I am."

"And Paige is a great friend, but I don't nearly think about her as much as I might have let you all believe."

And that is when Peter sees it. The blink-and-you-will-miss-it purple flash of Stiles' eyes. Peter doesn't put thought into why now; he simply focuses on completing the puzzle.

And he does. True Alpha and Purple Eyes? That's easy.

That's legend.

Set in stone as the first Alpha and the first Emissary as well as Spark, who, arguably, also set in stone the sword of Excalibur.

That part of the legend has questionable sources, though. Sure, Merlin Emrys is, as per theories, the most powerful sorcerer of all time, and Arthur Pendragon the greatest ruler, the once and future king, but it doesn't have as much merit.

What Peter is sure about is that somehow, the Powers That Be decided that this is the pack to send these two to.

He watches Stiles argue about the best type of pasta with Derek, and thinks, suddenly, that perhaps this is their happy ending. What legends end happy? None. So this must be their time to be happy.

Peter vows another quest, then. To always protect Derek and Stiles.

#sterek #the hale pack #peter hale #derek hale #stiles stilinski #pov peter hale #sterek fic recs #*sterek fic recs #wow i'm on a roll today #i've had similar ideas before but wanted to write it in an experimental style #of derek & stiles being the first pair of alpha werewolf and emissary #of stiles turning derek into a wolf to protect their home and their people and hence the legend is born #if you see any errors no you don't :)#no but really it's currently 2am here and i should be studying but i am Decidedly Not #sh.writesonmain #sh.writing

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Tidewalker and Gilded Official Reveal!

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livmightlive · 3 months ago

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idk if this has been said before but a headcanon of mine (from my ✨personal✨ collection) is that before Hyrule met Legend he thought that he’d have a sort of Heman (He-Man???) build

Like this ^ before meeting him bc the legends were always saying stuff like “The hero of Legend could lift BOULDERS with his bare hands!!! He could run faster than an arrow 😤”

and poor Rulie always felt like such a fraud bc he was using power cuff and rings to aide himself

when he finally meets Legend and finds out he’s a slight malnourished twink that’s also been using magic items to aide himself he’s so happy and relieved.

there’s also something so special about being able to see yourself in your hero and finding out they’re not some perfect alpha chad but a genuine person who wasn’t ready to fight but had to blah blah blah

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu headcanons

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tonycries · 7 months ago

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Happy 30k! Ik some of the freakies in my inbox have been begging for this soooo special one for y'all hehe <3

“B-babygirl…” Tony’s alpha rasp echoes all throughout your ears, heading straight down to your already soaked cunt. “Stay away- the full moon I-”

“Please, daddy.” you whimper, and the very tone of your whiny voice makes her growl, 15-inch-long schlong growing another five inches in length. You stomp your foot, “I don’t care that it’s the full moon. I don’t care that you’re the most alpha-est alpha around.” Batting those teary lashes of yours, “I need you to celebrate 30k with me…”

And then it happens - but you barely even realize when it does.

Because using Tony’s skibidi powers, it only takes her mere milliseconds to have you bent over the nearest flat surface - that just so happened to be her fifth limited-edition lamborghini. Strong arms pinning you down, ripping off your drenched panties that new Victoria’s secret, and pressing her now 25-inch long swollen alpha erection against your needy pussy.

“So soaked…” her voice puffs out in a feverish pant against your ear, and you almost faint on the spot from the sheer sigma power. “M’gonna have a loooot of fun this time, babygirl.”

You can’t speak - you can barely even breathe when she finally pushes in. Spearing you along her massive heavenly pillar, fuck, it felt like that weepy, reddish tip of hers reached your lungs-

“Thirty…m’thinkin’...”

Blubbering, you snap out of your little cockdrunken reverie. And each of her thrusts have your words stumbling, voice cracking, “Wh-what do you mean, alpha daddy?”

Another harsh ram has you understanding why everyone calls her Daddy Tony, and the very ends of her thick, immense erection branding into your very cervix. Enough to knock you speechless as Tony plows on, “Thirty orgasms for- hah- thirty thousand.” And, honestly, Tony’s cock is so big that it even has length to rub up against your neglected clit. “Or would ya prefer thirty kids instead, kitten?”

#30k #tonythirsts #tony x reader

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sukunasun · 10 months ago

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may i pls get some alpha sukuna… he’s so nasty (affectionate)

sukuna's every bit the perfect alpha on paper. ask the potential omegas lining up to fix a nest in his home and watch them salivate for a knot so large and a bond so deep. an alpha they'll present and prostrate for. there are rumours about the sheer weight and size of his cock, the heady pheromones, not to mention his week-long ruts. call it an impossible excursion—a breeding fuckfest with only one thing in mind. to be used and bred full of his pups. a litter or two or more. fucking without care—brutal, relentless, and insatiable.

but forget that his reputation precedes him. sukuna's true value as an alpha stands solely on his capability to hunt and chase, to capture a coveted mate he keeps...or lack thereof.

contrary to the rules of ritual, courting is by far the least of sukuna's priorities. turning his nose up at romance and the like when he's had potential mates eating out the palm of his hand since the beginning. there's no need to make a song and dance about it when he'd have his pick and fill of omegas without needing to try. much less convince them of his oh so superior traits.

he's attractive, you'll give him that. most alphas are. but there's something extra special about a tall man with tattoos and a mean side. such callousness. oozing masculinity and hot-blooded need. like an impending storm. too intense, too forthcoming, and way more than you're prepared for. after all, an unmated alpha is an available alpha and you're not one to compete.

'she's so inadequate for a mate. he'll reject her soon.' they say. any time now and some other needy thing might just swoop in to take her place. someone who's deserving of it.

what a waste, you've gotten the attention of the most powerful alpha you've ever met and want nothing to do with it—a self-righteous omega who believes alphas should know better. why give in to such baser instincts, how primitive, how primal. moreso in this day and age when suppressants are readily available and cycles can be tracked to a T.

which is why you don't look back when his gaze lingers a bit too long. adding distance when he not-so-subtly attempts to leave his scent on you. going as far as to turn him down the first time he cages you in and offers—upfront and blatantly—to 'help you out' with your next heat. as if you were some charity case. "promise i won't bite," he teases you about your barren neck and inexperience, unable to hide the smirk on his face.

"i'm not interested," you scoff, leaving him there with a hard-on in his pants and no relief. he might be a prized alpha but you won't entertain the idea of proving yourself. stroking his ego and preening for him. you were just as valuable of a partner despite being beyond your prime years with zero experience and still unmated.

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the only problem is that he won't take no for an answer.

he's made his choice among the other blurred faces and dull scents. been waiting a long time for someone as irresistible as you. "do you fear me?" he asks the moment you bend over his kitchen counter. he allows himself a peek at a round ass and soft hips, also to sniff at your scent permeating the air. omega. he knows as much. you make it pretty obvious with your distaste for alphas. but the sweet-scented slick between your legs is as telling.

geez. he thinks. those suppressants of yours are next to useless if you're already dripping this much within proximity to an alpha. not just any alpha either, sukuna's well aware you're beginning to fall for him. you want him so bad and it's so unfair. he's barely even touched you. but only because he's wondering if your underwear would survive the rest of the day. 'what if she's wearing a thong and her thighs get drenched too.' he grins like a wolf at the thought.

you admit with a heavy heart, "i'm more afraid of what i'm like with you." because how does one resist his advances. sukuna pushes the envelope just enough to make your knees buckle. his domineering aura makes everyone else cower in fear under a cold gaze but watch how it turns into a dreamy one when you push his face away after a kiss gets heated. his incisors poke you slightly like a teasing taunt and you find yourself fighting the pleasure.

"it's natural," he'll justify. how your body longs so desperately to belong to this alpha. succumbing to his...ferventness. his large, heated hands roaming over your breasts hidden underneath his shirt. the collar's too wide but it gives him room to wrap his fist delicately around your neck. you bite back an excited squeal when it feels so right.

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there's something off about him when sukuna returns home late that night. an unfamiliar scent lingers on his clothing and your stomach twist with a possessive feeling. the same one that eats you alive to the point of guilt. you smell it the moment he walks through the door of your bedroom.

nothing like yours, it's not sharp enough to be daunting nor is it reminiscent of an alpha's scent. but it's potent. almost as if they were doing it on purpose. releasing their pheromones so he'd pick up on it, or worse, that you'd notice.

you try not to jump to any conclusions and you don't want to be jealous, but it's hard having your boyfriend come home with the smell of another omega on him.

you straddle him against the headboard with a hardened look on your face. involuntarily snarling as you peel his suit jacket off. shirt buttons coming apart under your rushed hands.

he grins at your ferocious display. reminds him of an angry kitten. he grinds his hips upwards, keeping you in place with steady hands. bouncing you on top of his clothed cock wasn't in the plans tonight, he thought he'd shower off the stench. it's not like it was strong enough to affect him.

but he tries to get you off instead, while he tries to get himself some self-control. "feel good?" he dares to question when you're practically losing your mind, a sudden spike of lust spurs in your belly, incited with just that little bit of friction. hoping feverishly that the scent of fresh arousal will be overridden by heat and breathy gasps through gritted teeth.

you're hardly in a headspace to reply but an eager nod shall suffice. "didn't think you'd be the jealous type," you feel him nipping at your ear, trailing sloppy kisses down your neck, the slight graze of teeth against freshly washed and oiled skin,

"i'm not jealous—" you lie. holding back a moan when he rocks a little faster, writhing atop him in pleasure. your nipples have risen taut against your nightgown and it makes an incredibly lewd sight. sitting in his lap so compliantly.

“i'd want them to watch us,” he whispers and you'd never do such a thing but the idea turns you on. he tells you that back in ancient times they used to partake in mating rituals and bonding ceremonies. privacy was more a privilege then and so was having an audience. that other omegas and betas would know of their place. how insignificant they are, if only they could watch you now, pussy fluttering and juices leaking all over their prized alpha.

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sukuna watches your face as you come undone for the fourth time. shushes your sobbing cries with a gentle hand caressing your back. "you don't have to worry," he's too busy holding himself back to find another.

says he wants to do things on your own terms and timing. swears that he won't easily fall prey to the lingering sweet-scented air around you, perfumed syrup and sugar. gently skimming his lips and tongue over a soft nape, a supple shoulder. he'll settle for merely licking the flesh he wishes to sink his teeth into. a caress, a chaste kiss, but never bruising or breaking.

he swallows the protest to earn your approving smile in return. it's enough of a struggle seeing you prancing around unaffected while he's been dying to fuck you senseless. to do what's natural to him. "it's wrong for an unmated couple to live together," seems to be everyone else's motto and he'd like to laugh but there's a shred of truth to it. he realises that it's impossible when he wants to fuck all. the. time.

gritting his teeth and forcing a smile when he's hit with a waft of your scent, he knows you're turned on. you want it just as much—every heat spent away from him in separate rooms. he smells your slick calling out to him. hears your moans poorly muffled and overshadowed by the sounds of you fucking yourself. your pussy bare and gleaming, he'll get on his knees for a taste. prying your twitching thighs apart, forcing them open if he has to, his lips nibbling and sucking your clit til you're crying from the pleasure, thrumming his tongue so fast it drives you crazy. all for the tang of your squirt staining his tastebuds and mussed-up sheets below.

but he shouldn't live life by the balls. no matter how full and heavy they get with the need for release. preferably inside you, so deep and plenty he finds himself picturing it at random times of the day. zoning out in his office, in the middle of traffic. how full you'd look with your belly bulging out. would it drip between your pussy lips or should he plug you with his cock instead, refusing a single drop to leak.

still, he wills himself to stay within your bounds. being lustful and possessive isn't anything to be ashamed of. it's part of his makeup but he's more than that. two people are perfectly capable of looking beyond their sex and desires—or so you tell him.

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his rut arrives when his symptoms not-so casually appear in the middle of the week. pheromones and a temper not even you can subdue. he's biting into his knuckles from the arousal spurred on by great timing and comically predictable circumstances—just the smell and sight of you there, happily unaware and otherwise tempting.

maybe your expectations have been exceedingly high. you can't change his nature. but how dare he forbid you from entering the home you shared, spare keys hidden and passcodes altered. "leave—" he warns, then breathes a frustrated sigh, "—it's not safe."

not that he feels particularly sorry about his tone, but what separates him from you is but a door and a razor-thin resolve. he's at his limit. he won't survive this on suppressants alone. not with you looking the way you do. "how can i help?" you ask worriedly, wrecking your head over him. wanting to comfort and coddle. for someone who turns their nose up at omegan stereotypes, you're playing the part so perfectly it drives him mad.

because it's the worst experience for an alpha to go through a rut alone. you'd understand the pain of having to suppress a heat. all the years dealing with the fevers and cramps. milk leaking from your sore nipples wishing he'd be there to relieve the pressure. a nest of him and only him. grinding and burrowing within amber, musk, and spice. intoxicating, intense, chasing after the smell found in his sweat-drenched tee, a wrinkled white shirt bearing smoke and aftershave on its collar. snuggling his pillow and getting off with your fingers or a whirring toy at its highest speed, but it's not enough, never enough. pussy contracting on absolutely nothing.

his den is dark and moody when you step inside. slipping into a frenzied haze, there he lazes with legs spread on your shared bed big enough for four, it stretches wider than you remembered, or maybe it's that you've yet to see it in this light, waiting to be broken in and littered with your belongings. he's grabbed at them in a rush. whatever your scent clung to. your duvet, your stuffed toy, and pretty, day-old crimson panties gripped in the same fist he pumps his cock with.

the threads fray, soaked fabric snapping and stretching with every drag down his shaft. rip. rip. rippp. a hole tears through when he tugs too hard and that heavy thing slaps over his stomach with a resounding smack.

you see it for the first time and wonder why not sooner. the perfect dick hiding in plain sight. actually, that's not true. you just haven't seen it this up close and personal. but given the sneak peeks—when the steam clears in the shower and it hangs soft and hefty, the way it juts out of tight gym shorts, or just...the swell of it rubbing in between your ass cheeks when he gets needy—none of them could've prepared you for this.

sukuna thinks it’s so ugly and brutish. he's found many an opportunity to tell you so, even now as his head cranes backwards with a frustrated groan, a growl that rumbles from somewhere deep within. ”it's enough to scare off any omega—” he says, a knowing smirk on his face when he can practically smell the slick dribbling down your thighs, saturating your panties, "—but not you."

a thick vein throbs on the underside, tip bulging and a little darker than the shaft, girthy and gushing with precum. his balls are heavy, taut with tension under the soft skin, and you shudder at the thought of what his knot would look like...who would've thought that such a monstrous-looking thing would have this much of an effect on you. weak in the knees and stomach fluttering in anticipation. the way it seems oh so daunting, how are you meant to take all of that inside you. if he laid the entire thing right against your stomach, how far would it go? it'd be enough to knock the wind out of you.

you try to calm your nerves. it's just a rut. it'll be over in no time. quick and simple. although you've read plenty of stories and watched the videos to know this wouldn't be a passionate embrace. no tenderness or care for your pleasure let alone your comfort. you wish to believe that he'll be careful if not a bit rough. and maybe a part of you wants to please him. despite all your certainties, would it be so bad to make him feel good and satisfy his needs? would it be wrong to wish for his scent mark, and his bonding bite. to be claimed and chosen.

it's an expression you've never seen before. as if he wants to devour you. he won't explain himself as he makes you watch. turning you into a voyeur as the urge takes over him. hooded eyes locked on yours, his blown-out pupils and slobbering drool are enough evidence for you—he intends to mate.

whimpering his name does nothing to quell his madness or ministrations. he's so far gone you don't think he comprehends the things he says, "can't wait to knot you...breed you...been wanting to taste you for so long..." he purrs, low and rumbling from his chest. sharp teeth grazing against your earlobe teasingly but never biting down on the cartilage, just a light nibble that turns you into a shivering mess. he's caught you within his jaws and your instincts argue against your better judgement, you're beyond fighting and struggling now while your weak hands push against his hulking mass to no avail.

yet, it's thrilling. amazing even. an alpha pinned atop you and nowhere to run. his nose nuzzling the crook of your neck, the back of your ear, both your arms lifted in his singlehanded grasp. he dives for every inch of skin, every spot that bears your aroma the strongest, going as far into the divot of your armpit while he's laving at the salt and sweat greedily. his saliva scenting sugar-sweet skin, marking you as his chosen victim. "you're so dirty—" is more of a plea for him to snap out of it. already embarrassed, exposed, and so eager.

he takes a pebbled nipple between his teeth and swirls his tongue around the tip of it. you're too distracted to realise he hadn't responded to your quip, because your scent told him all he needed to know, so did the soft whimper when he abandons one nipple, and the moan when he takes the other in his mouth.

there's a way to do things and sukuna's way is unmerciful. a man has never been this good at finding a clit, which is probably why his tongue won't leave it alone. he keeps his tongue broad until it comes out of hiding before he's got his lips wrapped around. he sucks on it languidly. pulls away just to spit and slaver, blow a raspberry for fun. marvelling at the drool and the mess you've made.

no time to waste when most of it was spent not eating your pussy. sukuna hums and hungrily feasts, tongue flicking frantically. your screams come out involuntarily, unable to hold back your moans coming out in short staccato bursts. a little panicked, but nonetheless agreeable. "something's happening! wait—" you hiss when it starts to burn a little. your hips lifting off the bed while his fingers keep prodding that special spot inside.

it only makes it all the more pleasurable when the pressure builds, when the squeeze feels so tight. you clench and feel every pass of his digits, every purposeful lick. "—kuna, i think i'm gonna—" his fingers quicken while his other forearm presses down on your pelvis to keep you in place and it's more than enough to make you come hard. gushing again and again, streaking the sheets and his smug expression.

"i've always wanted to do that," he admits cheekily. a face you can't stop admiring now that it's covered in your juices. your legs tremble and you can't catch your breath whilst he's leaving gentle kisses on your oversensitive lips, but he's far from finished with you.

with his cock leaking in his hold, he taps it on your sticky heat for good measure before gliding it back and forth, the opening of his cock prodding, getting caught on your clit as he slips in slow. with how thick he is, you feel every ridge and vein. gasping at the first push and fisting the sheets to try and accommodate.

unsurprisingly, it hurts just a pinch. "please,” you mewl, just that single word slipping past ragged breaths as you struggle. throat dry and crackly from the heaving and the foggy, post-orgasm haze. you don't know if you want him to stop or to go on but—"what if it can't fit?" you're genuinely concerned because it might not physically fit. already full to the brim, your pussy stretches so snugly around his shaft like a glove.

"there's a lot more to go," he hints at the rest of his cock he's yet to sheath inside you. "but we'll make it fit," a large palm rests over your womb as he swipes his thumb against your clit, hoping it'll ease the discomfort.

you nod weakly, whimpering "i trust you," but he's so big. you can feel your pussy trying to suck him in, a bead of sweat travels down your chest. mouth falling open as he slips in a little at a time, girth forcing your entrance to open wider. buries his cock in the one pussy he’s fantasized about the most and ruts like he's always wanted to.

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on the third day, you start getting restless. feeling sore and exhausted while running on no sleep and little bites of food. the room is in dire need of fresh air and the bed frame is on its last legs, but sukuna's urges grow stronger by the day. he barely manages to pull out to hydrate before he goes back to fucking you. always so slow and gentle, however, your moans and whines spill out, slowly but surely you succumb to every orgasm that rocks through you. wave after rippling wave.

still hard and throbbing the entire time. it's probably because every time your neck cranes upwards as an offering, baring your mating gland, he avoids it. fighting it. "why won't you knot me?" comes out sounding pouty and petulant but you don't care. your delectable scent slowly fades into a bitter note, anxiety and insecurity filling your voice. sukuna hasn't even tried to push it past your folds. steadily milking his knot outside of where it should be with his own hands is enough of a blatant rejection.

he reminds himself that he'd sworn to never let it go that far, knotting you would change everything, what if you couldn't see him the same way, that he was just another alpha who took you for himself. "i can't," guilt laces his voice and so does his frustration when his conscience appears from behind the pussy-drunk fog. his heart bleeding, his instincts yearning. 'i don't want to hurt you' is what he means. but what you hear in your dejected state is 'you won't be able to handle it.'

was it your inexperience that made him uninterested? you knew alphas liked them subservient, obedient. just like an omega should be. taking his knot without qualms. consummating in perfect rhythm. a tinge of pain shoots through your chest at the thought—sukuna could have any omega he wants, you've kept him waiting too long, you've made him doubt. you're not able to keep up, to please him, to be enough...despite giving in. despite trying your best to take him. he won't claim you,' says the voice in your head.

a whimper breaks from you at his words. you shouldn't have to ask, this was meant to be innate, instinctual, not something he has to restrain himself from. "aren't i your mate? don't i belong to you?" you sob, hot tears flowing down your cheeks.

he presses his forehead to yours, "you're gonna bleed, i might break you," he tries to explain, getting uncharacteristically soft in the moment. it's your fault for stumbling across a wounded beast. finding your way into his broken heart. binding the pieces back together while you soothe the aches and kiss his scars. 'yes you belong to me.' his beautiful omega who begs so nicely to be mated, if this is what you're like three days in, he longs to see what you're like in heat.

you shake your head, getting stubborn. you won't accept it and you're on the verge of clawing at him to get away. you've been ready at his mercy and what for. just to come out the other end dissatisfied and unfulfilled. fuck. you just want it to be done with. defile me, ravage me, you want him completely.

in an attempt to fight him, you let out a harmless threat, one you regret the moment it's uttered because you've gone too far—"if you won't do it, i'll find another alpha who will!"

suddenly, sukuna's thoughts are invaded by that sick thought. scenes of you naked and oozing slick. pinned beneath another alpha, his weight pressing into you along with his knot, glaring at him as he makes his claim the way he couldn't and it makes him snap.

the growling sound that leaves his mouth is a warning, and so is the hand that slips around your throat. large fingers coming together around your neck. the squeeze cutting your gasp short. it should frighten you, he could snap your neck as easily as it is to split a matchstick in half and right now, he seems just about ready to.

"careful now, omega," he spits out, teeth bared and demanding submission. forbidding and looming above you, his fist tightens ever so slightly. "you've forgotten your place," it seems you've misjudged your role and the precarious position you're in. fucked out in his den, in his bed. intentionally riling him up won't do you any good. no one touches you, scents you, or claims you but him no matter how your feet kick him uselessly, he doesn't move an inch.

"i'm sorry—" you pant, "i'll be good, i promise." you squirm and wriggle underneath, uncertain if you should run or relish in it. so ominous it turns you on even more. he's never put you in your place like this and you think you should make him jealous more often if it means he'd choke you out and go feral on your pussy.

"is that so?" he tries again. presses his cock in slowly inch by inch. feeling your pussy open up and yield to his girth. sukuna leans in close so he gets to watch your eyes roll back. bullies his way through with one deep thrust and finds himself balls-deep. "you want it so bad? want me to ruin this perfect pussy all because you wanna cum all over my knot, i won't stop til you're screaming and milking me dry—"

muscle memory forces your back to arch towards him. his broad chest against your nipples, delicious hot skin rubbing your hardened nubs the right way. he stills for a moment before he withdraws slowly, a mix of pleasure and anticipation coiling in your belly.

watching him, watching you. he looks down and groans at the obscene sight of cream and slick coating his shaft, viscous and too much to bear. the bulge in your tummy protrudes where his cock takes up all that space, rearranging your guts had never looked this lewd.

when his knot finally kisses your entrance, you feel it hot and prodding against you. desperate for him shove it in. to feel it pop through and nestle so deep, all the way to the hilt while he stays there and unloads himself inside you. balls twitching, sitting in a warm crook he’s found. your omega instincts sing at the thought of him filling you up. "knot me, breed me, my alpha—" you cry. begging for it, hot and immensely copious. a sticky mess all over, both the mattress completely drenched in fluids and your insides coated in his seed.

he feels the give of your womb, the tightness around the head of his cock. groaning at the sensation. just a little bit more and he'd be buried, finally. he fucks you violently, no holds barred. hands gripping your hips so achingly tight he might shatter your pelvis into pieces. you'll count the bruises later on but shall forgive him for the fact that he's cumming his brains out.

you're crying and babbling mindlessly, yes yes just like that. your limbs begin to shake as your peak edges closer, hand gripping his bicep while bracing yourself. wild and frantic hips jerking and shallow thrusts bumping and nudging against your cervix. striking deep and rocking you against the sheets.

your shivering doesn't go unnoticed and there he leans in to give your oiled and mouth-watering neck a final lick, shushing you with a gentle, calming kiss to your mating gland in preparation for his teeth.

and when he finally pushes his knot in, cock piercing your womb as your pussy clamps down viciously on its slim spot at the base, his teeth spears into your flesh with ease. there's the give of taut skin and tight muscle but soon he settles deep enough for blood to trickle and you come several times, pulsing and fluttering along multiple orgasms rolling in after the next, enough that you're shaking in his hold.

you cry and cry, overstimulated, sensitive, and so in love. not only with how full you feel but you surprise him with your own teeth sinking down into his trapezius, not too deep into muscle but just enough to leave tiny dents in his skin. your chattering jaw and slippery lips can't find purchase while you're preoccupied with whining his name. so you try again, this time closer to his neck.

sukuna catches on to your efforts and finds it all the more endearing. helping you find the perfect spot, he manoeuvres his neck closer while you give him light nibbles and sharp pinprick nips here and there but they're all too soft to pierce the skin. "do it," he pants, "mark me anywhere, i'm yours."

it must be his words that urge you but you think it's more to do with the greed roiling inside you. you want to leave a mark that he'd never be able to cover up. by the time he's grinding his knot into you again, pulling at your hips and guiding you on it like a toy, milking him of whatever's left, your lips part around the front of his neck without any more hesitation. inhaling his scent deeply, the vibrations of his groans rattling against your teeth, before biting down on his throat. teeth embedded deep and tongue lapping at his bobbing adam's apple.

he leans in to kiss you filthy and open-mouthed, tongues swapping spit and bloody iron while your thumbs caress his jaw and neck, adding a little pressure to the spot where his freshly bitten mating gland throbs quickly. a hummingbird wingbeat beneath your fingertips.

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