#they will bite his head off but he doesn't care

[hellsslibrary]

Can I request what rin, sae and hiori would do on the reader's birthday (you know nsfw stuff ♡)

Happy Birthday to Me or How I Lost the Ability to Walk Even Though I'm a Top (This is a quote from some manga I can't remember the name of but it fits here).

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : I have absolutely nothing to say but if anyone is reading this on their birthday then happy birthday to you sweeties!!

!!Warnings: male!top!reader, bottom!characters, they're all sub but Sae is a little bit of a dom (I'm just a sucker for the "pathetic" top trope or something, you don't get it), Hiori's scenario is very funny and weird, very. In Sae's mentions clothes (you know), in Hiori's mentions video games (yeah), Rin is nothing special, he's the most normal one in this scenario I swear. Otherwise just praise, a little teasing and a very enthusiastic reader here.

Hiori Yo

"Is this...? What is this, Yo?" you ask in incomprehension, staring at his computer screen, trying to figure out what you actually see here.

Well, more precisely, you understood what you were seeing, but you clearly didn't understand why he was showing it.

"This is us, in Sims 4... Having sex. What is unclear?" he answers by tilting his head to the side with a slight blush coloring his cheeks, looking first at the screen and then at you.

"So my gift is watching porn with us, or rather with toy models of us?" you laugh when two people who look like you change their positions in a game that looks very good... unrealistic, but who really cares.

"No," Hiori shakes his head slowly, removing the headphones around his neck and placing them on the table, then poking you in the chest. "They can do it on any surface and in any position... If you like a certain pose, then we'll try it in reality."

You just blink like an owl, not understanding anything at all, but taking the mouse from him and poking it on the countertop, choosing random poses from the list, watching how sim of Hiori literally bends in different poses, which looks pretty hot, even if stupid.

It takes about fifteen minutes while you're pointing at various pieces of furniture and looking at all sorts of poses from different angles, sometimes you both giggle at some strange animations until one catches your eye.

"It," comes out of your mouth, and Hiori stares at the screen, watching his sim sit on the table while the life is practically being fucked out of him, judging by the pace of the thrusting.

"Really? Dear, it's a little..." the word doesn't come out of his mouth when he bites his lip in embarrassment, but after hesitating for a couple of seconds, he gets up from his chair, taking off his sweatpants along with his underwear and sitting on the edge of the table. "I'm already prepared, so you can just slide inside."

You immediately smile like a child who has received the most coveted sweet, and you almost frantically undo your belt, which is not particularly possible because of the trembling in your fingers. So you just unbutton your fly and take out your dick.

"Really? Can I do it raw?" Hiori hums in response to this question, and then shrugs his shoulder vaguely, spreading his legs as an answer, and squeaks when you squeeze his hips right there.

Hiori's back arches when he feels your cock sliding in at a much more gentle pace than your sims, who continue to fuck behind Hiori's back. His fingers grip the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white as his feet lightly scratch the table.

"Wrap your legs around me, please?"

Yo silently obeys, grabbing your shoulders instead, absolutely spoiling the pose, but neither of you really care anymore. After all, today is your day, and if that's what you want, then Hiyori wants to obey.

He moans softly into your neck as his legs lock over your tailbone and an intermittent whimper escapes his lips when your cock finally touches the right spot inside him. A point that makes him see the stars and the moon, which only you can bring.

The blue-eyed man feels his cock twitching against his stomach, and his orgasm is approaching embarrassingly fast, he just wants to cum. Why is it so fast? Who knows... But obviously not from the disgusting sounds of the game in the background.

"Cum for me, come on," you whisper, sliding your lips over his neck, making him tilt his head back in bliss.

Your teeth outline his adam's apple, causing his breathing to stop and his nails to dig into you this time. He bubbles something unintelligible when he feels your hand on his cock, rubbing its current tip, making him cum almost at the same second, which makes you slow down the thrusts slightly, making them deeper to prolong his pleasure for a couple of seconds.

"... More, go on," Hiori mutters after a dozen seconds, licking his dry lips and lifting his half-closed eyes at you and exhaling. "I'm all yours today, so keep going... I'll tell you when I'm at the very edge."

Sae Itoshi

"Are you going to stare at me with that expression for a long time? At least close your mouth," Sae says, looking at your surprised face in the doorway while you stare at him for about a minute, still trying to figure out what's sitting in front of you.

"That's... you... wow..." something inarticulate weakly escapes from your lips until you finally leave the doorway, closing the door and approaching Itoshi.

Of course, nothing too surprising was sitting on the bed. It was just Sae. In your usual T-shirt. In regular shorts. With a normal expression on his face. With damn attractive thigh-high stockings that accentuated his thick and muscular legs too well. Yes, you know, the usual Tuesday of any person.

"Do you like it that much?" Sae asks when a slight smirk blooms on his lips, watching you sit down in front of him, spreading and sliding his legs as you please.

"Yes, it suits you damn well, it's simple gorgeous... Strangle me with them," you whisper, squeezing his hips and exhaling contentedly, feeling the elastic muscles under your fingers.

Sae's fingers lift your chin and he gives you a light peck on the forehead before kissing you on the lips. His kiss is slow, almost savoring, as he weaves your tongues together, tugging at your shirt to get you up.

You lower Sae to the bed, continuing to kiss him, and then pulling away, lowering your lips lower, kissing and occasionally sucking on the delicate skin of his neck, causing a soft sigh to escape his lips before he stopped you at the edge of the T-shirt.

"Too fast. Don't go any further than the neck... Today is your day, but you have to earn it," the Japanese man whispers against your lips and then you feel his fingers slide into your pants while his other hand unbuttons your fly and releases your cock.

Your breath catches when you feel his fingers wrap around your heated flesh, and your face immediately finds itself in the curve of his shoulder, causing him to briefly pat you on the head.

"I'll give you what you want anyway. Just wait."

You bite your lip to keep from whimpering when Sae's thumb runs over your slit, and images of what he might let you do to him when the time comes are already spinning in your head.

Your hands are clutching the sheets on either side of his face, and his lips are lazily sliding over your neck, sucking on your skin, forcing you to push into his hand, which he freely allows.

"Sae... I will cum now, please," you exhale and feel only the nod of his head at your side as he speeds up his hand movements a little, making you come embarrassingly quickly with a groan.

Sae kisses you on the temple, removing his hand after a couple of seconds, when the buzz finally subsides and gently pushes you to your side, sitting up straight and taking napkins from the table, wiping his hand and your penis from the sperm.

"Good boy. Take a break and let's continue... There's a lot more under my clothes," Sae whispers, turning away to the trash can and deliberately bending over too much, exposing a thin strip of panties under his shorts, which makes your soft cock twitch in anticipation of the next round.

Rin Itoshi

"Is that really all you want? You can ask for more, you know," Rin whispers, leaning over you, shaking his head slightly and taking your condom-wrapped cock in his palm, stroking it a couple of times.

"Yes! Definitely, that's it. Please? I just want you to do this," you whisper, making Rin sigh, but nod and lower himself onto your cock slowly.

He exhales sharply as he takes you completely and places his hands next to your head, considering that he's almost lying on top of you and looking up at you with his turquoise eyes.

You just smile and kiss him on the cheek, which makes him frown slightly but blush, and he begins to gently move his hips. Of course, it's not very convenient in this position, but he promised.

"You're wonderful from this angle, otherworldly, Rinnie," Rin just tightening around you from the compliment, leaning in even lower and gagging you with a kiss, but hey, you're not complaining.

You put your hands on his cheeks, knowing full well that he's going to scold you, because he wants to take at least one round without your support, so you're not taking any chances.

Your tongues slide against each other, and then he pulls away with heavy breathing, resting his forehead on yours, maintaining his slow rhythm, looking down at where you connect.

"You're very deep, I want more," he whispers breathlessly, closing his eyes and focusing on his movements, trying not to rush too much, but to make it pleasant for both of you and not cum faster than you, not this time.

"Then take more, I don't mind," you close your eyes too, feeling his eyelashes lightly brush your forehead as his face slides forward a little and you squeeze his biceps, absolutely enjoying him.

"I love you. Happy birthday again," Rin says, forcing you to open your eyes and you are met with a surprisingly soft smile, albeit almost imperceptible on his face but fuck.... "...Did you just cum?"

"Uh..." You laugh shyly, grabbing Rin's hips to stop his movements, when they get a little painful from your sensitivity. "I love you too."

"The gods... Fuck me already, you're pathetic when I ride you," the younger Itoshi mutters, although there's no real mockery in his words, he just sighs when you flip you over, switching places and wrapping his legs around your waist.

[writer-with-jazz]

Bad nights (part one)

poly marauders x reader

summary: Remus got clingy cuz of the full moon, James lost a match, Sirius has problems with his parents and you aren’t well. How Will this situation turn out?

warnings: I did re read for any mistakes but forgive me if there are still any, English isn’t my first language. Mentions of cramps. *************

The night had been long. The full moon had crept across the sky like a bloodstain, pulling Remus into his darker self. You hadn’t slept much, instead staying by his side, calming him through the transformation, holding him when the worst was ovre. You'd always been there for him during the full moon, to comfort him when he was at the lowest. But the aftermath was always the hardest.

As you slipped out of bed that morning, the sharp ache in your lower stomach was already making itself known. A quick hand to your forehead confirmed the faint but persistent headache you could feel creeping in. But it was nothing you couldn’t handle. You had always hated when your fate overlapped with the moon, but you were persistent and keen on keeping Remus comforted.

Remus was still in a haze, soft curls sticking to his forehead as he lay sprawled across the bed, his breathing slow but steady. You gently stroked his hair, making sure he was comfortable before slipping out of the room.

James was already up, in fact he hadn’t slept at all, pacing in front of the common room window, his Quidditch robes hanging loosely over his frame. His shoulders were slumped, and his usually bright eyes were shadowed with the frustration of the previous day’s loss. g his  competitive nature had been bruised, and you could see it in every frustrated sigh he let out, each muttered curse under his breath.

he grumbled as you entered the room, his gaze briefly flicking to you before returning to the window, "Can't believe we lost. We should’ve had that match. I—I don’t know what happened out there."

You let out a sigh, crossing the room to where he stood. The air between you was thick with the unspoken tension of a day that was already setting itself up to be difficult. 

"James, you played well," you offered quietly, your voice softer than usual. You needed to conserve your energy today. The last thing you wanted was to get caught in his spiral of selfloathing.

James shook his head, running a hand through his messy hair. "No, I didn't. Not good enough. I'm supposed to be team captain. I’m supposed to—" He cut himself off with an exasperated sound, turning to face you, his eyes wide and hurt. "I let everyone down."

The words were biting,and you could see his frustration beginning to shift into anger, an energy that was heavy and stormy. You stepped closer, reaching up to place a hand gently on his arm, trying to soothe him, but before you could speak again, the door slammed open, and sirius came in looking angry. He stormed into the room, his black hair wild and his eyes full of anger. His jaw was clenched tight, and there was a harshness to his posture that you hadn’t seen in a while.

"Merlin’s bloody beard!" he snapped, throwing his robes down on the nearest chair. "She’s done it again. That vile, disgusting woman." He glared at the empty space as though it had personally offended him, his voice low but full of venom. "I swear I’ll hex her into next week if she don’t  stop—"

"Sirius, you interrupted, your voice breaking through the tension. "What’s happened? Who’s did what?"

He turned toward you, frustration written all over his face. "My mother," he spat the words like they were poison. "She—" He broke off with a frustrated growl. "She's spreading more of her lies. Calling me a disgrace. I don't care what she says about me, but it's the way she talks about you, about all of us. She doesn’t know when to keep her damn mouth shut." 

You could see the frustration etched in every line of his face, the fury he was barely containing. 

"She doesn't get to say those things about us, not about you—" Sirius began again, but before he could continue, Remus appeared in the doorway, a little disoriented but still with that familiar, warm look in his eyes. The transformation had left him weak, but the gentle way he looked at you was a comfort.

“Morning,” he mumbled, his voice still rough from the remnants of the full moon, his body swaying slightly as he leaned against the doorframe. “Are you okay?”

You smiled softly at him, but the heaviness of the room was starting to press in on you. "I'm fine, Remus. Just dealing with everything." You gestured to the others, who were now standing near each other, the tension between them palpable. Sirius, full angery, James, sulking and looking down at the floor, and Remus, who was still far too clingy for your liking, though you loved him, the constant need for contact, for reassurance, was draining, especially when there was sm going on 

Remus slowly shuffled over to you, his hand reaching out to touch your arm. “I know you’ve been up all night,” he murmured, his touch warm and familiar as he leaned his head against your shoulder. "But I'm... I just need you close."

You felt the weight of his need, the way his exhaustion made him cling to you even more than usual. Remus, after the full moon, was always a little more fragile—more in need of comfort, You didn’t have the energy to refuse him, so you let him rest his head on your shoulder, but the pressure of his presence felt like an anchor, keeping you stuck in the moment. His body heat radiated against yours, a contrast to the coldness that was between the others.

Sirius scoffed, his eyes flashing as he watched the scene unfold. "Do you really have to do that now, Remus?" he bit out, his voice sharp. "She’s already dealing with James’s little pity party and now you're draping yourself all over her like a bloody blanket."

James shot Sirius a dark look. "Sirius, not now. We’re already having a bad enough day without you making things worse."

But Sirius, already on edge from his mother’s words, wasn’t about to let it slide. “And you,” he snarled at James, "stop blaming yourself. You lost. Fine. So what? You don’t see me running around crying like a bloody baby." He turned back to Remus, his voice rising. "You’ve been through worse too, mate, but that doesn’t mean you get to turn her into your personal cushion!", 

Remus pulled away slightly, his brows furrowing in confusion, but the words struck hard. He looked between the two of them, his hand still resting on your arm but his face now drawn tight with exhaustion and hurt. “I just—I don’t know what you want from me, Sirius,” he said softly, a bit too emotionally raw for his own liking. "I’m just trying to get through the damn day."  His emotions all over the place from the exhaustion and pain.

You could feel it—everyone was breaking at the seams, and you were stuck in the middle, trying to pick up the pieces without anyone knowing just how much you were struggling too. The ache in your stomach intensified, but you bit your lip, trying to hide it, not wanting to add another layer of complication to everything already unraveling around you.

You caught James’s eyes as he stood there, his expression distant and hurt. He was disappointedt in the situation, in the way everything had turned out. The way the room felt as if it were closing in around you.

Sirius was still glaring at Remus, and James was still looking at you like you were the one thing left in the world that made sense.

And for the first time, you didn’t know how to fix it.

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[jayparked]

can u do 52 and 76 with jay🥺🥺 (quite he is yandere if u wanted too?)

WARNINGS: IMPLIED MAFIA AU???? LMAO (idk where tf this came from), yandere jay? (idk if i did it right), possessive jay, he threatens to kill someone, orgasm denial, dom jay, marking, spanking, overstimulation, pet names, dirty talk, rough unprotected sex, fingering (why tf are there so many warnings for a drabble omfg)

WC: 811

"who is he?" jay demands. his jaw is clenched as he waits for your response, eyes wild and frantic.

"i- jay i told you. my father insists i be seen with him-"

jay's hand smacks the wall right by your face. although it makes you jump, you know he doesn't do it in an attempt to scare you. it's just a way for him to let out the emotions he's feeling stirring inside.

"your father," jay snarls and pulls away from you, laughing maniacally while shaking his head until his hair is falling over his eyes, "i bite my tongue, follow every order- excel at every mission assigned to me, and he still doesn't see that i'm the one he should be trusting you with." disbelief is dripping from his tone.

your shoulders relax and you take a step towards him. "jay," you whisper softly, "it's purely transactional, you know that. my father just wants me to be seen with this guy so his competition backs off and finds new territory. i promise he won't get in our way."

"i'll kill him. that'll surely get him out of the way." jay laughs again, the muscles in his back tensing even more.

"i promise what's-his-name will be gone before we know it."

jay pauses, pointer finger pressed firmly to his lips before he turns and points it at you with a sly smile. "you don't know his name."

you're about to reply when you realize it's not a question, but a confident realization. so, you smile softly and wait instead.

you didn't have to wait long. because just moments later jay is pushing your head down into the mattress with your ass up in the air; the perfect position for him to lay possessively harsh smacks against your skin while he rapidly pounds his raw cock deep inside your cunt. your neck and chest are littered with fresh bright red hickeys and bite marks, his desperate way of claiming you.

"'s too much!" you cry out, eyes shut tightly as your toes start to curl with the amount of pleasure building up throughout your body. jay's pace is relentless, his hand smacking the swell of your ass yet again making you yelp. the sting brings a fresh string of tears to your eyes, your hands fisting at the bedsheets around you as some sort of leverage.

"fuuuck, baby. i can feel this tight little pussy gripping me even more. you want to come?"

"y-yes, I- please-"

"hmm...but do you really deserve to?" he leans forward until his face is next to yours, lips ghosting over the skin of your ear. "tell me who you belong to, baby. tell me who's the only person that gets to have you like this."

you scream out his name and jay promptly rewards you with a particularly harsh thrust. finally reaching your limit, your body lets go, the dam inside you bursting while your orgasm ripples throughout your body.

"that's it, baby, oh that's it," jay groans and flips you onto your back. your eyes flutter shut, expecting him to give you a break for a moment before he chases his own high. but, he clearly has other plans.

"oh i'm not done with you." his fingers fill the space his cock just stretched out, pushing your juices back inside at a cruel, slow pace. his fingers beckon you toward him, calling you back to pleasure as he watches your body tremble with overstimulation.

tears pool from the corners of your eyes, your nails digging into his biceps, desperate for him to ground you.

jay grabs your chin and turns your face towards his, grumbling out, "look at me."

immediately your eyes are open and meeting his hooded gaze.

"you know i'll do it right?" he grunts, "i'll kill anyone who thinks they have a chance with you. you're mine. i dont care what i have to do or who i have to hurt to make sure it stays that way." there's a hungry fire behind his eyes, his fingers picking up speed.

"mmm, fuck, oh my god. jay i-" your own moan interrupts you, the sentence long lost in the void of your mind as the painful pleasure he's inflicting upon you blinds all of your senses.

"look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. can't even take a little teasing, can you? i'll make sure no one else wants you with how badly i'm about to ruin you again."

your second orgasm is already quickly approaching, your brain humming the more he talks. he's not even talking to get a response to you, he's more-so speaking his threats and intentions into the universe, willing anyone to dare test them. and you'll be damned if you didn't stand confidently next to him and watch as he burns down the world for you.

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[wendichester]

˚ ༘ ୭ ˚. prankd!

summary. dean really doesn't like when someone touches the impala.

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 643

You’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to pull this off, and today is the day. Dean’s holed up, deep into research mode with Sam, which gives you enough time to put your plan into action. You’ve hidden Baby—Dean’s pride and joy—in the safest spot you could think of: a secluded spot a couple of miles from Bobby’s old garage, tucked under a tarp.

By the time Dean emerges from the bunker, you’re leaning on the hood of your car, trying to look casual as you sip your beer.

Dean steps out, his green eyes scanning the parking lot. “Where’s Baby?”

You shrug, keeping your expression neutral. “What do you mean?”

Dean frowns, his gaze snapping back to the empty space where the Impala usually sits. “She’s not there.”

Sam appears behind him, looking up from his phone. “What’s going on?”

“Baby’s gone,” Dean says, his voice tinged with a mixture of panic and anger.

Sam blinks, clearly trying to process the information. “What do you mean, ‘gone’?”

“She’s not here!” Dean growls, his hands flying up in frustration. He spins to face you, suspicion narrowing his eyes. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you?”

You raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Why would I know anything? Maybe you misplaced her.”

Dean’s jaw drops, and he looks genuinely offended. “Misplaced? I don’t misplace Baby.”

“Well, she’s not here, so…” you say, trailing off with a shrug. The small glint in the glare you give him should be the indicator that you're the culprit, but Dean's too much in his head to even notice.

Dean paces the lot, running a hand through his hair. “Who the hell steals a car out here? We’re in the middle of nowhere!”

Sam folds his arms, smirking slightly as he glances at you. “Dean, maybe you should calm down.”

“Calm down?” Dean snaps. “Sam, my car’s missing!”

“Dean, it’s just a car,” you tease, unable to resist poking the bear a little.

Dean freezes, slowly turning to face you. “Just a car?” His voice is low, dangerous.

You bite back a laugh, holding up your hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay, don’t have a coronary.”

“Oh, you little minx... Where is she?” Dean demands, stepping closer, his green eyes boring into yours.

You finally let the grin break through, unable to hold it back any longer. “The care is safe, Dean. I just moved it.” His eye almost twists as you call Baby it.

Dean stares at you, his expression unreadable for a moment, before he growls, “You what?”

“I moved her,” you repeat, pushing off your car. “She’s fine. I even covered her with a tarp so she wouldn’t get dusty.”

“You’re kidding me,” Dean mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why the hell would you do that?”

“Payback?” you offer, smiling sweetly.

Dean shakes his head, muttering under his breath as he heads for your car. “Show me where she is. Now.”

The drive is filled with Dean grumbling about how you’ve got a death wish and Sam laughing in the backseat, clearly enjoying the show. When you finally pull up to the hidden spot, Dean bolts out of the car before you’ve even come to a full stop.

He whips the tarp off the Impala and sighs in relief, running his hand along her glossy black paint. “Baby, I missed you,” he murmurs.

You lean against the doorframe, arms crossed. “See? She’s fine.”

Dean glares at you, but there’s a glint of amusement in his eyes. “You just wait,”

“I'm shaking” you tease, stepping closer.

Dean smirks, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. “You're lucky I like you,”

You grin, leaning up closer. “Admit it, I got you good.”

Dean huffs, shaking his head. “Fine, you got me. But you’re never touching Baby again.”

“Deal,” you say, your smile wide.

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[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

This one goes out to all the bitches who love some good Safehouse Era Horror. It's me, I'm bitches. I want Jon and Martin to be fucked up and eldritch but I want them to be fucked up and eldritch and loved

(Notes under the cut because I can't help myself. Heads up, I do go into some detail of how Jon gets injured so I can explain my thought process for how I designed his scars. All canon-typical and fairly clinical in tone.)

Here's how I picture Safehouse Jon!

He doesn't need glasses anymore by this point, so he should just be wearing empty frames, but I drew this before I settled on my glasses headcanons. This drawing looks better with the reflection anyways.

He hasn't gotten a haircut since before his promotion to Head Archivist. He doesn't love the weight of it on his neck, but he also uses it to fidget, and he really doesn't want to go through the whole process of cutting it. He's disliked haircuts since he was a kid (People: Bad. Small talk: Bad. Touching: Bad. Loud sounds: Bad. People talking all at once: Bad) and since his time with the Circus he's only grown more reluctant to go and get it done.

At this length his hair is naturally pretty curly but he is. Not taking care of it. I actually put a lot of effort into trying to make it look brittle and tangled (I have a lot of experience lol, my hair is quite thick and I've always hated taking care of it. Yes I am also projecting my feelings about going to a hairdressers onto him why do you ask.)

The various scars were a bit of a strange task, but anyone who has seen my takes on The Bad Kids knows I'm not averse to selective realism in my fiction. Easiest one was the neck, I always pictured Daisy making a vertical cut based on "through the voice box". The larynx is longer than it is wide, so I think Daisy would go for the method that dealt damage across the largest total surface area. Yes I am aware that I'm speaking the same way Martin does when he explains his corkscrew.

The worm scars were easy because I barely drew any. There are a few marks on his cheek, but they're just surface bites. I picture most of his encounter with Prentiss showing on his legs, particularly on the right side, with enough damage there that he starts using a cane after the incident to keep weight off his right leg. More research to be done on this particular detail.

Finally the burn on his hand from Jude. This was the weirdest one to figure out just because of the nature of the injury. How do you quantify the damage done to an epidermis by a living manifestation of sometimes-boiling wax that can heat and cool at will? I settled on it being a second-degree burn that healed supernaturally fast, containing the damage to the space Jude had direct contact with. He'd probably have some mobility issues there as well. I know there are ways to help with mobility and pain after a severe burn, but I don't know how much of it Jon would actually. Do. Like I said, definitely further research to be done on these last two.

Hey so I'm gonna ask you to stop and consider the horror of the watcher. The helplessness. The guilt. The inherent terror of being a spectator, a participant by proximity but not by action. The horror of not being able to look away, of being a bystander. Jon forgets to blink sometimes. But wouldn't it be so much worse if there were no eyelids at all? That's how I interpret the description of The Archivist being "All Eyes" :D

I love a good Many-Eyed Jon, so I whipped up my own interpretation here. I think the more he Becomes the more he starts to resemble the thing from the dreams. He has a lot more control of it in S5, but it still creeps up on him and he has to consciously go back to a human shape.

[loveandleases]

ROs reaction to MC dressing slutty for the first time? Doesn't matter if they're going out or just in the privacy of their room 👀😚

I only have two done so far, for some reason my mind really ran with it. (I'll finish the others eventually, but Cam/Ardents are down below)

❤️ Cam - Oh you know he's down bad. (When isn't he?)

"Wow," he says, his eyes so large as he takes you in. He should be wondering why the change, not that he cares, but his curiosity can get the better of him. But Cam's brain, for the most part, is playing catch-up. Like a video stuck on buffering.

He flicks his tongue across his lips, the glint of his piercing catching in the light, and shakes his head. "I don't know what I did to deserve this."

What you think he means to say as a compliment - is actually Cam cursing his luck.

"Are you going somewhere?" he asks as his hands brush over the clutter of your dresser.

"Not tonight. I just wanted to have something to wear for when I go out with Kara and Isaac."

He doesn't say much, but a brief nod is enough to let you know he heard. His lips jutted out into a pout. "Wow, didn't even offer to take me. I feel replaced." You know he's joking, but the slightest crease between his brow almost says otherwise.

"Come on, Cam. You're stuck with me, the faster you accept it the better." You tease, but he doesn't smile. Instead, he walks closer, his hand brushing along your shoulder. His fingers linger for a moment, brushing against your skin as if it's accidental - just enough to make you feel the heat in his touch.

You think it's just a speck of fuzz he's brushing off, but you're wrong. He wants to touch you - just for a moment.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Red. I've always been yours-" Cam's eyes widen comically large, and his voice trails off. You gasp, your eyes going wide in disbelief. Did he just -?

"Cam!" you exclaim, your heart skipping a beat.

"Uh -" He stumbles over his words, clearly realizing what just slipped out. "I've always been yours to fuck -"

Another loud gasp falls from your lips, eyes wide. Cam panics, his face turning bright red as he tries to save himself. "To fuck with! You know, tease… annoy the hell out of!"

He punches you lightly on the shoulder in his awkwardness - but a bit too hard. "Ow!" you cry out, wincing from the force.

Cam's face flushes even more with embarrassment as he stumbles back. "Shit, sorry," he mutters immediately trying to shift the energy, clearly wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

You blink, your jaw-dropping as the realization hits. "Oh, that’s what you meant," you say, half amused, half incredulous. A small, tiny part of you, one you’re going to ignore for now, feels a little disappointed.

Cam quickly turns toward the door, eager to escape the awkwardness of the situation. Before he leaves, he pauses and glances back at you, his gaze lingering on you for a beat longer than it should.

"Hey, you look hot as hell, by the way. Better take me with you when you wear that."

"Why? Gonna be lonely by yourself?"

Cam shrugs, his voice trailing off as he mutters under his breath, his lips slightly pursed, biting back the awkwardness. "Yeah… and so I can kick the first person's ass who tries to lay a finger on you."

🖤 Ardent - You could feel Ardent's eyes on you before you even turned around. And once you did, you weren't disappointed. You don't always get to see a flush of color in his face - it's fleeting, but damn, does it look good.

He was drinking you in, watching as you finished prepping yourself in the mirror. It was a sight to see, he always said so. Even when you two weren't getting along. Ardent never held back how attractive he thought you were.

"Watch yourself, old man. I would hate for you to get too heated and end up spending the night home alone," you tease, cocking your head with a smug grin, watching as he rolls his eyes.

"Stop pretending like you could even keep up. Or do I need to remind you -"

"Oh, would you look at that we're going to be late." you cut him off, not bothering to look at the clock, but enjoying how easy it is to get under his skin.

You tap a finger to the tip of his nose, letting him think he has the upper hand for just a moment. But before he can pull you closer, you step away with a playful smile. His game of cat and mouse has only just begun, and you're not ready to let him win.

As soon as you walk into the restaurant, the eyes aren't just on you - they're on both of you. And knowing Ardent he's always shooting daggers with his eyes at the attention. He admires the way you look, but you know that jealousy starts to rise in him. One patron is so taken with your outfit that they gawk at you the entire time you're ordering. Ardent leans in close, blocking their view with his body.

"Can you fucking not?" he hisses, his fingers intertwining with yours, a warning glare directed at the stranger.

Ardent's tense, his body like a coiled spring and ready to snap. A combination of you looking too good, and the eyes staring at him. "Come with me," he says, voice rough as he stands and offers you a hand.

"Wh - where to?" You raise a brow, already mourning the food you'll not get to eat.

"Just follow me," he growls.

You smirk and fall into step behind him, not asking questions. He's not led you astray before, and you doubt he'll start now.

But maybe you should've been more cautious, at least you think, as he pulls you into the coat closet. Without warning, he presses you against the wall and slams his lips against yours, biting your lip in a way that drives you crazy.

"Here, really?" You gasp, as his fingers press into your sides, a comforting weight behind his grip.

"You know I'm yours, right?" Ardent mutters against your skin, his voice dark and gaze heated.

You blink, confused by the softer tone. "Yeah," you whisper, not because you're worried you'll get caught, but because of how his eyes are burning into you. Like you're the most important person in the world.

"And… " he trails off, raising his hand to rest against your neck as he brushes over the pulse there.

"What's the matter?" You taunt, your breath hitching slightly. "Cat got your tongue?"

Ardent's gaze flickers, then hardens, as his fingers tighten slightly on your neck, enough to make you shiver but not as rough as you like him to be. "You're mine," he growls.

Without warning, his other hand grabs your wrist, pinning your arm above your head. His chest pressing against yours. His lips trail down your neck, and he bites down, sucking hard. A groan rumbles from deep in his chest, making your pulse quicken in response.

"So," you tease, your voice breathless as you glance at him, a smirk tugging the corners of your lips. "You like my outfit, then?"

Ardent pulls away just long enough to look you in the eyes, those brown eyes filled with hunger. He grins, the scar on his lip somehow making him look more handsome. "Let's find out when it's on the ground."

💙 G -

💚 Kara -

💛 M -

💜 Isaac -

[kittysarchive]

Enhypen hyung line- Hard doms

*toxic enhypen coming very soon!

warnings- mostly written in dot points, includes smut, dom enhypen, hard dom, sub reader, mean enhypen, teasing enhypen, cumming inside (DONTT), punishing reader

Heeseung

He doesn't have time for you antics.

He could come across cold but he just wants you to shut up.

He'll make you use a safe word, just so he knows your annoying whines or punches to let him go, are you actually enjoying yourself.

Heeseung can switch though.

He wont change from being nice but his mean attitude will change.

Instead of insulting you or getting tired of your squirming he can be a mean tease.

Going extra slow

Mocking you

Only caring about his own pleasure....

"Fuck stop squirming" Heeseung huffs, gripping your hips, pushing them deeper into the mattress. You mewl at being manhandled.

"You like that huh? you dirty slut" He laughs, pulling his hips back to brutally thrust back into you. You cry out at the insult, but even yourself couldn't stop clenching around his cock. He emits another laugh, as his sends a hard thrust back into you.

"My fucking slut, that's what you are" He loosens his grip on your hips as he finishes inside you.

Jay

He's not too different from Heeseung

Except the fact, he more scolds you then teases you

He's annoyed, lets just say

Whether you had been teasing him all day

Giving him some attitude or going behind his back to hang out somewhere he doesn't like or talk to someone he doesn't like...

All these will end up with you on the bed, head down ass up

You don't complain though

It hurts yeah but maybe, this is what you wanted from the start of the day

And Jay isn't dumb

Thats why he scolds you and sometimes insults

Cos why did you have to be a brat?

He would have given you something, but now your getting this

"Little brat is what you are" Jay growles behind you, gripping your ass tightly and spreading your cheeks open. His cock was already deep up against your plush walls, but he knew he could go deeper. Your whimper is drowned out into the blankets.

"You don't want this anymore? This is all you fucking beg for" He pushes his cock roughly into you. You can feel his balls tickle your cunt.

"Take it all baby" Jay groans, pulling back before thrusting into you again, soon he'd have you on your back, and start all over again.

Jake

A little less brutal then the others but he does affect you with his words

Making you feel smaller then him

Making you feel worthless

Making you submit to him because how dare you be a brat and give him attitude

Of course this is all your fault, he's just fucking some sense into you

'your to rough' that's how he needs to be with you he thinks t himself, and he believes himself.

"You won't do it again right? I know you won't you whore" You whimper at the insult, mouth stuffed off his cocked, you couldn't bite back a response.

"You look better like this anyway, beneath me" Jake laughs to himself, leaning back on his elbows, enjoying you struggle to take all of him. Even with the tears pricking your eyes and the gags that bring you close to throwing up, he won't let you take a break, otherwise how else will you learn.

Sitting up straight, he roughly holds your head, pushing you till your nose was touching his pubic hairs. Feeling a wave of nausea as you feel his cock slide down your throat, you suppress it. This was where you were meant to be.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon enjoys when you make a fool of yourself

Making you beg

Making you cry

Making you gag over his cock

Even making you cum early and apologise

He loves it all

Even if you have done nothing wrong, that's just how he is in bed.

Because if you did do something wrong, why would he fuck you? It brings you pleasure

He'd rather jerk off in front of you

Or make you deep throat him

Anything that gives him pleasure and avoids you of any

"Please.....I'm sorry....Sorry for being a brat" You sob in front off him. After giving him a head, not only did you have his cum on his lips, but his cock was still hard.

"You think this is what I want to hear from your right now?' Sunghoon snaps at you, holding you hair tightly and pushing your head towards his cock again.

"Fucking suck" You take a breath before taking him into his mouth. Maybe just maybe later tonight h'' wake you and let you cum...maybe just maybe.

[starrihan]

hard thought i can't get out of my mind is loser nerd!beomgyu who is pretty unpopular getting with reader who think he's cute and knows that he's a virgin so she doesn't expect much from him but it turns out he's a big freak with wild fantasies and he's so excited to finally live them~♡

Oh em gee my first ask ever!!! Thank you nonnie for sending in this delicious ask 😋I feel so honored writing this! I hope you like this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🫶🏽

-> Genre: smut, reader degrades beomgyu, switch! beomgyu, virgin! beomgyu, beomgyu is a perverted loser nerd, panty stealing and sniffing, premature ejaculation (beomgyu), unprotected sex (always use protection)

-> word count: 602

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Loser nerd! Beomgyu who’s also the biggest loser you know. He’s known as the weirdly loud kid that always tries to be funny. Sometimes his jokes land but more often than not, they don’t. But he’s never discouraged from being himself, even if he’s not very popular for it.

You on the other hand, the popular smart girl who’s also head of the student gov and on the school’s volleyball team, just so happen to have a little crush on Beomgyu, finding him adorable.

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who doesn't even need to try to get your attention, as your eyes are always on him, always making him blush and look away.

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who always looks down your shirt whenever your cleavage is exposed and always attends your volleyball games to see your tiny shorts ride up your thighs.

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who sneaks into the locker room during one of your games, taking one of your used panties during practice and stuffing it in his pocket to sniff and use later when he masturbates to thought of you, imagining your pussy sliding up and down his cock instead of your panties.

Loser nerd! Beomgyu whose actually a big pervert, always sneaking pictures of your exposed legs and cleavage whenever he can, not knowing that you do it on purpose so you can one day catch him taking photos of you.

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who you trap in the utilities closet of one of the academic buildings when you catch him taking photos of you, telling him how bad he is for taking pictures without your consent.

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who loves being degraded by you as you call him pathetic for never approaching you, instead being a coward and resorting to cheap methods to get himself off

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who is on his knees before you as you spit into his mouth, instructing him to take your pants off for you and make up for all the pictures hes taken without your knowledge

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who takes a whiff of your panties and moans before putting his mouth to your clothes clit, dick straining against his pants as you call him disgusting while shoving his face into your pussy

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who tries to take off his glasses, only to be reprimanded by you tugging his hair, telling him to keep them on, who cares if they get dirty?

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who eats you out in the utility closet, rutting against his jeans and cumming in his pants before you come on his face because he's a virgin who can't control himself before you

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who can't stand not being in you any longer, pulling himself up and discarding his pants, slamming into your wet hole despite the overstimulation he's feeling

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who takes control of you now, calling you a dirty slut for letting a pervert virgin like him use you for his own pleasure

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who bites down on your neck and grabs your hips roughly, bruising them as he fights back cumming so quickly again, waiting for you to cum first

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who can't pull out on time, accidentally cumming in you a bit before pulling out and cumming on your thighs

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who is surprised when you kiss him, sloppily kissing back while trying to catch his breath, dazed after his first time having sex

Loser nerd! Beomgyu who is left to clean himself up after you leave, slipping him your phone number and telling him "we should do this again sometime"

[dollerinna]

❪ 小薇 ❫ I’M NOT A BAD MAN : I’M JUST OVERWHELMED

— 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝚑𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝚑𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 .

𝓘ames wilson ੭୧ f! reader ┇ p in v ⋆ somno ⋆ non-con

JAMES WILSON’S larger frame drapes over you, pulling you close in your unconscious state. His warmth envelops you like a blanket of fire, the heat of his body melding into yours in a way that makes your pulse spike before your mind can even catch up. The room is hushed, every sound muted by the gravity of his presence—except for his breaths. Hot and uneven, they tease the shell of your ear, stirring the hair along your temple with a hunger that feels barely leashed. His hand tightens on your hip, fingernails leaving a trail of crescent-shaped imprints into your flesh, as if his very skin demands yours.

His cock stirs, painfully hard beneath the confines of his pants, the dull throb of arousal building into something that demands attention. Each rapid thump of his heart feeds the tension coiling tighter in his core, a steady pulse of white-hot need spreading from the pit of his stomach down to the ache between his legs. He bites down on a groan, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, but the sound still claws free anyway—a feeble, borderline pathetic noise that makes him feel as though he's coming undone, thread by thread.

The image of him plunging his cock into your tight little cunt plays on an endless loop in his head, delirious and unrelenting, like the world’s worst porno he can’t turn off. It’s agonizing, this carnal itch he was powerless to soothe, a hunger gnawing at him from the inside out. And it’s your fault—cruel, unknowing, perfect you. Why did you always have to look so devastatingly, effortlessly fuckable? Even now. Even like this. He's supposed to be better than this. He swears he is better than this. Or at least, he was. But you're ruining him, turning him into something base, something unrecognizable—a mutt in heat, panting after scraps of you like his life depended on it.

With trembling hands, he shoves his pants down just enough to free himself, a stinging hitch of breath catching in his throat as the cool air hits his angry, leaking cock. It stands thick and flushed in a mess of brown, slapping against his belly with a humiliating, wet sound that reminds him of how far gone he is—and yet it only spurs him on, the tingling buzz in his ears swelling akin to static, drowning out the last whispers of reason.

His jaw locks as he carefully eases himself between your legs, gliding the slippery head of his shaft over your folds with a slow, surgical precision only a doctor could have. A weak moan betrays him when your entrance flutters helplessly, involuntarily clenching around the aching emptiness he’s yet to fill. It's a maddening kind of torture, one that leaves his knees jittery and his resolve fractured.

He hesitates, guilt rising like a bitter, choking weight in his throat. This is wrong—he knows it's wrong. You're asleep for god's sake. Sweet, innocent, and unaware, probably lost in some dream about kittens and puppies with that peaceful smile gracing your lips. But as the shame churns deep in his gut, it's quickly eclipsed by something much worse: the ugly truth—he doesn't care.

However, even at his worst, there is this tenderness in the way he moves that refuses to vanish. He wants to make you feel good—needs to, as if somehow, this could be something you’d never hate him for, no matter how far he falls. It’s a twisted kind of redemption, one that only someone like Wilson can dream about.

Slowly, he grinds into you, inch by torturous inch, flesh to flesh, your slick depths stretching to welcome him in. A shuddering sigh flees his lips as he buries himself to the hilt, reveling in how the gummy walls of your cunt clutches onto his member with an almost suffocating grip, squeezing so tightly it was as if your sleeping body wanted him here in the first place.

"Mmm... holy..." he breathes, the words faltering as they leave his lips, fragile and barely formed. "…'m sorry... I didn't want this... didn't m-mean to..." his confession splinters in the air, equal parts of guilt and lust tumbling out in hoarse murmurs, dissolving into the void with every stuttering thrust of his pelvis. Each stroke feels a perfect contradiction—a prayer answered and a sin committed, tightening his chest and clouding his mind all at once.

And then there’s you—silken, wet, and impossibly tight—wrapping around him like a second skin. Your fleshy insides mold to every pulsating ridge and vein of his cock, sucking him deeper in with the unknowing shifts of your hips. His nerves flare with a sizzling anticipation, the lewd squelch of him violating your cunt eating away at the edges of his crumbling resolve. Still, as futile as it is, he desperately clings onto what’s left of his control behind squeezed eyelids, and it takes everything in him not to spill right there—but the way his dick twitches within the deliciously, spongy muscles of your sex suggests that everything might not be enough.

After all, he's deathly afraid of crossing that final line. But in the hollow, aching pit of his chest, he knows...

He already has.

[cayleeuhithinknott]

biting isn’t weird. right?

heavily inspired by “cuteness aggression” by @muwapsturniolo !!! 💖

you don't know what's wrong with you. or maybe you do.

it's him. it's always him.

chris is sitting at his desk, headphones on, completely zoned in on whatever game he's playing, oblivious to the way you're staring. there's nothing particularly special about what he's doing—he's just lounging in his chair, wearing an oversized hoodie and sweats, one leg propped up, the other on the floor. he looks comfortable, effortless.

and somehow, that makes him dangerous.

you're curled up on his bed, the blanket pulled up to your chin as you try to distract yourself with your phone, but your attention keeps drifting back to him. he's so focused, his fingers quick on the keyboard, his jaw clenched in that way that makes him look unfairly good.

you don't know why it's hitting you so hard tonight, but it is. maybe it's because you haven't seen him all day. maybe it's because he's been teasing you nonstop for the past week and has barely let you win a single argument.

or maybe it's just because he's him.

finally, you can't take it anymore.

you toss the blanket off and hop off the bed, padding over to him. his eyes flick toward you for a second, one corner of his mouth tugging up in a smirk.

"what's up, angel?" he asks, his voice casual but dripping with that teasing edge.

you ignore him, sliding into his lap without a word. his hand instinctively moves to your waist to steady you as you curl up against his chest.

"oh, so we're doing this now?" he says, his tone light but amused.

you hum in response, pressing your face into the soft fabric of his hoodie. his scent is comforting. clean, warm, and entirely him.

"baby, give me five minutes,” he murmurs, his fingers idly tracing circles on your hip.

but five minutes feels like an eternity, you try to sit still, you really do, but the more you sit there, the more that restless energy builds. he's so close, so warm, so... irresistible.

you tilt your head, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck. he doesn't react, too focused on his game, so you do it again. and again.

"you good, kid?" he asks, his tone half amused, half distracted.

you don't answer. instead, you move to his jaw, planting little kisses there. when he still doesn't give you the reaction you want, you take it a step further and bite down on the sloped spot where his neck meets his shoulder.

that gets his attention.

"what the—did you just bite me?" he exclaims, pulling back to look at you.

you give him your best innocent look, your lips twitching. "maybe."

his eyes narrow, but there's a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "you're a psychopath…out here acting like a damn piranha. nah—absolutely not.”

"but you're adorableeeee!” you counter, cupping his face and squishing his cheeks together.

he groans, trying to push you away, but you cling to him like a koala. "you're so cute, i just can't stand it," you say, your voice full of mock frustration.

"i'm not cute," he argues, his tone sharp but playful. "stop sayin’ that shit…”

"but you are," you insist, leaning in to press a dramatic kiss to his nose.

he sighs, leaning back in his chair and shaking his head. "you're gonna drive me insane, kid."

you grin, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. "good. someone needs to knock you down a peg."

his hands tighten on your waist, and he gives you a warning look. “watch it."

but you're too far gone to care. you pepper his face with kisses and little nips, giggling as he tries—and fails—to fend you off.

"i swear, if you bite me again-" he starts, but his words are cut off when you do exactly that, biting at his ear with a mischievous grin.

that's the last straw for him. he stands up abruptly, taking you with him, and you let out a surprised squeal as he throws you over his shoulder and does his trademark move—a slap on the ass.

"chris!" you laugh, kicking your legs.

"you asked for it," he says, carrying you over to the bed and tossing you onto the mattress, making you bounce a little on the springs beneath.

before you can even sit up, he's crawling over you, pinning you down with ease. his hands grip your wrists, holding them above your head as he looks down at you, his expression half amused, half exasperated.

"you're fuckin’ lucky you're cute," he mutters. you just smile up at him, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "i know."

his lips twitch, and he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "i love you. even though you’re fuckin’ weird,”

"i love you too. even though you’re mean.” you say, your voice soft, despite your last sentence. "can we get donuts now?"

he sighs, shaking his head, but you catch the smile he's trying to hide. "fine. but only because i want some too."

you grin, reaching up to pull him down for another kiss. "deal."

a/n: hey!! this concept was so cute when i read it so i had to write something heavily similar 💕

tags: @sturniolo04 @admeliora94 @alexturnersgooch @strnilolover @snuffbut @frattboychris @marrykisskilled @mqttittude @purpledragon222 @aubsloveschris @slctsblogana @emely9274

[jayhyunglover]

sneak peak into my new Caleb fic because I am losing will to finish it

warnings : smut under cut so MDNI , oral sex , slight exhibitionism

"What have you done to me Caleb?” You sighed as you leaned your head against your chair , your eyes looking up at the white ceiling as if it had the answers of your question but it didn't.  No one did . 

You let out another heavy sigh before discarding your tie on your desk to see if you'd finally breathe properly .

Just as you thought you might be getting some rest from this unbearable heat that have been creeping up on your body your door fled open revealing an angry Caleb 

The sight of him , especially mad made your whole body throb with an intensity that should be concerning but your mind was way out of it to care. 

He stepped closer to your desk , the clicking sounds of his boots along with your thumping heartbeat the only sounds registering in your mind. 

“What makes you think taking her on such a dangerous mission was a good idea ?” You heard him snap , his voice barely able to contain his anger. 

His words cut sharply through your daze , your eyes blinking back to focus on anything but the way his face looked so distractingly attractive 

“I didn't take her anywhere” you said,  your voice sounding way too calm and steady for someone who was literally burning in the inside “your pipsqueak boarded on that plane without permission like a grown up” you added earning a scoff from him 

“You expect me to believe she managed to pass all those security guards to board on a plane with you out of all people” he leaned in to rest his hands on your desk , his eyes shining with a possessive gleam that wasnt directed at you but got your heart rate spiking nonetheless 

“What ?” You tilted your head mockingly at him before raising from your seat to lean closer towards him “you expected me to put a gun on her temple to force her fly away with me on an wanderer infested island only to come back unscathed” you added in a heated whisper against his ear that had his jaw clenching 

“Think wisely Caleb” You scoffed before stepping away from him , attempting to put some distance between you , to quell down the hunger that burned inside you the more you inhaled the addictive scent of his cologne 

But Caleb wouldn't let you off the hook this easily . As you waked beside him to head to your office door , he pulled you towards him by wrapping his hand around your wrist. 

An embarrassing squeal left your parted lips as you felt your back hit the wooden material of your desk .

“Have I ever told you that jealousy looks awful on you , Lieutenant?” You felt the ghost of his lips against your heated skin as he whispered the words against your neck 

“T-this has nothing to do with jealousy” you heaved out , already panting while he hasn't even touched you yet .

“It doesn't hm?” He purred against the soft flesh of your neck before biting on it hard enough to have you clawing at the edge of the desk “then why have you been avoiding me?” 

The question made your eyes widen the suddenness of it too abrupt for your scrambled mind to process . 

“Tell me , lieutenant” he pressed,  his lips leaving a gentle kiss on the bruised skin he bit earlier . 

“You have your pipsqueak back our deal is supposed to be over” you managed to get out between feverish pants. 

The flash of disappointment you saw through his eyes had your resolve faltering but the fragment of memories you saw when you resonated with the hunter earlier flashed through your mind strengthened it further . 

Don't get caught up in illusions.  This man wasn't yours.  

The realization made a burst of anger spread throughout you , one that had you yanking his hair harshly until your lips crashed against his,  all teeth and tongue , drinking him in like a thirsty man in desert that finally found water. Because he was your water , your light , a light that was bound to left you . 

Caleb kissed you back with the same fervor,  his gloved hand wrapping lightly around your throat as his mouth devoured yours with a feral intensity. It was messy ,depraved and desperate.  

A small hushed plea left your mouth as he parted his lips from  yours to trail kisses down on your neck,  his hands nothing but tearing  your uniform shirt to shreds . 

Your hand reached out to unbuckle his belt but he stopped you halfway , his hand moving swiftly to bound your wrists with your own discarded tie. 

“No touching this time Lieutenant” he taunted,  cupping your chin to make you look up at him , the feral gleam in his purple  eyes making your cunt throb harder. 

“Today you're all mine” he whispered before capturing your mouth in another heated kiss. 

How you wished you could be his but this would never happen. You were just a sinner and he was your worst sin. The one who will drag you through the pit of hell. 

The small kiss he left on your nose was the last thing you felt before he slid down to his knees in front of you , his large hands spreading your legs apart as you tried to steady yourself on top of the desk despite your bound wrists. 

His fingers unzipped your pants before sliding them off you , leaving your legs  bare for him to admire 

How he has missed this view . 

“Still as beautiful as ever , Lieutenant” you heard him whisper in awe,  the compliment making you feel even dizzier while your cunt fluttered uncontrollably at his praises 

“Look at her” he looked up at you as he ran a gloved  thumb along your covered slit “so wet for me already” 

You could feel his infuriating smirk against your plush fold through the flimsy material of your panties . He was so close but so far away at the same time, it drove you wild. 

“Caleb” you whimpered out , your pleading  eyes looking down at him in an half hearted glare that made his cock twitch 

“What?” He smirked before peeking the drenched material of your panties in a way that had you throwing your head back 

“What do you need , darling?” The sound of him calling you darling made your hips buck against his face , the sinful moan escaping your lips sounding like music to his ear. 

“I need you” the words felt more like a confession than anything and if it wasn't for that weird wanderer based substance in your system you'd probably felt pathetic for baring your soul to him  like this but right now as his face was resting between your legs seconds away from feasting ,you didn't give a damn.  

The regrets and sermons would come later when you were  no longer aching and panting from him . 

The heat of Caleb's mouth pulled you out of your musings,  the overwhelming sensation making you cry out loud . He hasn't even bothered to take off your ruined panties , his mouth latching onto the flimsy material like he was starving. 

He was merciless,  the relentless pace making you squeal.  

“Oh fuck just like that” you moaned,  not even ashamed of the sounds you were making.  His tongue rolled  over your swollen bud over and over until you were practically in tears .

And when you felt like you'd finally reach heaven ,a knock to your door made him stop, his eyes looking up to take in your form. 

And shit. The sight of you spread out on your desk with your shirt half buttoned,  your skin flushed with heat , panting with tears clinging to your waterline almost had him cumming in his pants  

Such a sight to behold and all for him to see. 

Another knock on the door made him let out a small growl against you , clearly not pleased by being interrupted .

“Lieutenant” you heard a worried voice said from the other side “can I come in?” 

Commander Ash? Your ears perked up . 

Shit shit shit why is here ? 

You looked down at Caleb who  was already back to work , his fingers pulling your ruined panties to the side to suck , lick and nip at your sensitive flesh while you tried your best to stay quiet and gather your thoughts 

“Lieutenant” Ash knocked once again “are you alright in there?” his voice was growing somewhat more restless. 

“Respond darling” you felt Caleb's nip at your clit before looking up at you from where he was kneeling “it's so rude to leave someone hanging hm?” He spat right on your entrance before slurping down the mess. 

“ngh_” the sight of him looking so devilishly at you nearly had you cumming here and there on his face but he purposely slowed down his pace to maddening kitten licks so you would  focus on responding Ash. 

But that only made you more restless and frustrated . 

“I am fine” you snapped , voice laced with frustration while the man below faintly chuckled before rewarding you with a flick of his tongue that made you groan .

You fought against your restraints so at least you would cover your mouth to muffle your sounds but no matter how hard you tried the knot wouldn't loosen . 

Handsome bastard. 

“Are you sure?” you heard Ash said ,  the confusion note in his tone not escaping Caleb's ear. 

“You don't really sound well” the sound of the creaking handle made your heart rate pick up . your stomach curled into knots with a mixture of fear and arousal that has fresh waves of your beading juices gushing around Caleb's tongue 

You didn't lock the door and he could barge in at any moment 

“Dirty girl” he muttered faintly against your plush folds , sticking strands connecting his lips to your pussy . 

You bit down on your lips to not let out a loud moan , the squelching sounds of your cunt along with your barely concealed moans leaving no doubt of what was happening inside there . Thought one thing was clear , Ash was clearly wrestling with the handle that wouldn't budge Thanks to Caleb's evol. 

“I am fine truly” you attempted to spoke again but the way Caleb was making out with your lips below while his gloved hand rubbed tight circle around your clit made your words came out like breathy whimpers. “Just a bit busy” 

You really hoped Ash would get the memo and get the fuck out here before you combusted . 

“Ok then” he said, his tone sounding a tad disappointed “I'll see around then Lieutenant” 

Yeah you'll see her around now go . 

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as the sound of  Ash's eloigning footsteps finally disappeared leaving only you and the smirking man buried nose deep between your thighs. 

“You're such a dirty little thing , Lieutenant” he rasped out , flicking your clit one last time before raising to his full height . 

@gazelover666

[laswells-ashtray]

How much Alerudy freak content do ypu have to give? The community is lacking. /np

Apologies, I've been meaning to respond to this and since you sent me this I've responded to other freak AlreRudy asks. I'm not gonna write a whole story but I am gonna explain more of their freaky behaviour.

Alejandro is weird about spit. He doesn't like getting spit on, in fact, that enrages him but when Rudy has him face down on the bed, working him open with two fingers and spits in his hole? With how close he already is, it damn near sends him over the finish line. It's degrading, it's humiliating and it almost makes him cum. Like most things Alejandro enjoys.

Rudy likes nibbling at Alejandro's ear lobes. Scraping his teeth over them, biting and sucking at them. He's weird about ears, we all have our things. But the sensation of having someone suck at his earlobes is wild for Alejandro, it's a confusing sensation at first. It sends a shiver down his spine and then Rudy scrapes his teeth over the soft flesh, barely allowing him time to adjust to the sensation before throwing him headfirst into another and it starts to feel really good.

Will sit with Rudy's knees bracketing his hips, one of the sergeant-majors hands cradling the back of his head as Rudy nips and sucks at his ears whilst the other hand palms at Alejandro over his boxers. Rudy can get off on just lazily grinding against him as they do this.

They sniff each other like bloodhounds, especially after the gym. Alejandro will lick all over Rudy's neck, doesn't care if he's damp with sweat that only encourages him. Something about Rodolfo under those lights, lighting weights when his tank is soaked with sweat and there's nothing but pure focus on the other man's face. Makes Alejandro wants to pin him down and lick his face.

I've said before that Rudy likes pain, he likes burning, searing pain right before he cums just to send him over the edge. He needs his vision to white out, ears ringing as his chest heaves and hips gradually still. Alejandro is more than happy to oblige because they've researched the best places to burn someone and how to heal it without potential infection. They've been doing it for a while, they know what they're doing.

But this just leads to cigarettes becoming a major part of their sex life and much to Rudy's displeasure, he struggles to watch Alejandro smoke outside of the bedroom without walking away with a hard-on. He's so used to watching his colonel lean back with a cigarette between his lips, one hand squeezing Rodolfo's hip as he gets the ride of his fucking life. When he sees Alejandro smoking in a normal setting? He thumbs over his clothes where he knows the old, circular scars reside on his body and tries to adjust himself in his pants without anybody noticing.

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Devour Me | Damon Salvatore

Summary: You're craving Damon... but you're marrying his brother.

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Genre: Suggestive, Angsty

Word count: <1k

It was 11:30pm. You knocked on the door of Damon’s apartment, shivering from the night rain.

You gasped when you saw Damon. There were dark shadows under his eyes. He looked like he hadn't moved in days.

“May I come in?” you said, trying to lighten the mood with some vampire humour.

Damon stared into his whiskey glass. “If I say no, will that stop you?” he said.

“No,” you said, grinning and stepping inside. “You still haven't said if you'll be Stefan’s best man at the wedding. It's next week, you know.”

“I've been busy,” Damon said.

“Stefan really wants you there.”

Damon looked at you. “Really? Then why didn't he come and ask me himself?”

“He cares about you, Damon,” you pleaded. “He’s just worried you'll say no.”

“Three observations: it's nearly midnight, you clearly walked here, and Stefan has never asked me to be his best man. Therefore, I can deduce that you're asking me to do this stupid thing. Trust me, Stefan doesn't want me as his best man.” Damon downed his drink and got up. “Now get out.”

You crossed your arms. “I mean it, Damon. I'm not leaving till you agree to this.”

In a flash, Damon’s face darkened, and he slammed his glass down so hard it cracked. “What the hell do you want me to say, Elena? I’m happy you're marrying my brother*?* Congratulations*.* The damn gravy boat I bought you got lost in the mail.”

Damon put one hand on your shoulder and pushed you out of his apartment so fast you got a head rush.

He walked back inside and sat down. “The worst part is, Elena, you don't even have the guts to say that you want me there. So get out.”

You stood there in silence, fighting the tears that pooled in your eyes. You had lied to Stefan to be here, telling him you were visiting Bonnie. You had run in the rain, shivering, just to ask this one question. And now, all your effort was going to be wasted.

“I would-” you tried to say. “Stefan would regret it for the rest of his life if you weren't there.”

Tears fell silently down your face.

“Not good enough,” Damon said.

Finally, after a long pause, you said. “Fine, Damon. I need you at my wedding because… I need everyone I love to be there.”

Damon moved towards you so fast his body was a blur. He stood inches away from you, his pale eyes searing into yours. His hands slid instinctively up your hips to rest on your waist. He bowed his head, his forehead almost touching yours. His eyes fell half shut as he inhaled your scent.

“Damon…” you said quietly.

“Shh,” Damon whispered. “Don't ruin it.”

You knew that you should push Damon off, but you didn't. You told yourself you were just letting him live out his fantasy - but the truth was, you didn't want to disturb the moment either.

“You… love me,” Damon said, biting his lip and continuing to gaze at you.

His hand flashed up to your face, and he traced an invisible line over your eyelids, your cheekbones, and finally your lips. His unfamiliar touch was almost painful, like being stung.

He leaned in, like he was going to kiss you. You took a step back.

“Just… give me this moment,” Damon said quietly.

You nodded, your heart pounding. You took a step towards him.

Finally, Damon brought his lips to yours. His mouth met yours infinitely slowly, his lips moulding against yours like he was etching this kiss in his memory. You were slightly ashamed to find that you kissing him. His scent, alcohol mixed with the faint floral smell of vervain, was different to Stefan’s. His long body was hard and stubborn to the touch, like it was made of stone. And yet, the way his hands moved over you was skilful, liquid.

You were ashamed to realise that you were the one gripping his back to pull him closer. You would have to carry the secret of this kiss to your grave.

After the longest few seconds of your life, Damon stepped back, grinning at you.

“Someone's looking cheerful,” you said, rolling your eyes like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

“I'll be your stupid best man,” he said, trying to look annoyed despite the smile that lingered on his face.

You stepped back outside the door. “Thank you, Damon,” you said.

Damon frowned, leaning on the doorframe. His voice made it sound like he was telling a joke, but his eyes were serious. “Oh Elena… I think you're more dangerous than Katherine. I think you're the most dangerous woman I've ever met.”

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[darkpuppysuit]

~Me, Oh My, Omega Mine~

Pairing: BTSxBellyDancer!Reader

Seokjin- Alpha, Yoongi- Alpha, Hoseok- Beta, Jimin- Alpha, Jungkook- Beta, Taehyung- Alpha, Namjoon- Omega, Reader- Omega

Words: 10.2k

WARNINGS: Angst, abuse, omega abuse, knotting, mating, smoking, cursing, puppy play, good girl/boy, pet names, kinks/fixations (Reader has a slight oral fixation), omega space, alpha space, breeding, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (wrap it), rutting, induced heat, degradation (only a little).

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She was beautiful, a literal goddess as she danced in front of him. The way her bedazzled bra flashed under the colored lights making a rainbow shine off of it. Or the way her golden sequins jingled against the curve of her wide hips, her long skirt with a slit right down the side all the way up her leg so far he could see her soft unprotected tummy peaking out just a little bit.  The way she danced around the floor, bare foot too, was so mesmerizing the omega couldn't take his eyes off of her, especially her body thinking to himself.

Wanna bite- just a little nibble...

Hobi hyung would like her, she's so colorful.

She needs to cover her precious tummy- too many Alphas- dangerous... 

But she's so pretty like this...

His thoughts kept racing as did his heart, wanting to be closer to her in every sense of the word. Love at first sight wasn't something the omega really believed existed but here she was, her hair curled perfectly, framing her face just right, her hips and breasts moving in time with every beat of thee music. Her natural beauty had to be genetics because there no way a single person could be this perfect, jesus fuck he was so wrong.

The omega would drop by the club every Saturday sometimes with his pack, with a few of them or all by himself. It was dangerous for an omega to be out so late but he couldn't help it, he was falling in love for the eighth time in his life, something he doesn't take lightly.

The omega would do everything in his power for his seven mates but it was almost like this was gonna be something uniquely his. His omega, someone just as soft if not squishier than he is. He loves the small things in life and the belly dancer looks as if she would fit in his pocket perfectly.

That's when the rest of his pack began to smell it in the air one by one. The scent was something tender, caring, nurturing, that hung in the air every time the omega dancer would spin by their table one night with a forced smile on her face.

Lavender and honey with earthy tones and the crisp scent of pine coated the backs of their tongues making the alphas chests rumble and the betas groan with their heads tilted back crossing their eyes slightly.

"Is that the omega baby?" Yoongi purred into Namjoons ear pointing just past Taehyungs head which was turned away from them laser focused on the entrancing omega dancing around the floor in front of them. Jungkook could smell the hint of ashy pine waft over his senses as the woman looked towards the VIP lounge area, her gaze leaving just as quickly as it landed on the man in a puffy fur coat with two omegas on his arms and a beta bouncer located at the bottom of the stairs. 

Namjoon shakes his head happily as he peeled his eyes from her curves for a moment to look at his alpha. "Isn't she pretty hyung? I wonder what she smells like when she not working- all these stupid alphas are always on her." The omega grumbles and crosses his arms over his chest his attention going straight back to her as she left the dance floor and disappeared behind the black curtain. Yoongi nods his head with a small smile, he loves seeing his omega like his, all soft and happy.

But the poor omega always became so crestfallen when he couldn't see her anymore since that was her last dance of the night. He stares at his hands under the table lost in thought when Jimin nudges his shoulder with his own. "What's on your mind pup?" He asked a little tipsy despite the many waters he's had in the span of an hour of Seokjin trying to sober him up for the drive home. The alpha was not about to drive home and have the alpha throw up all over the new leather interior in his sleek sports car, again.

Namjoon shrugged his shoulders, never taking his eyes off his hands as he picked at his fingers nervously. "I think she's my mate- I can't stop thinking about her. She's in my dreams Minnie, every single one." The alpha side eyes him with a smile making his eyes turn into crescents. "Every single one?" The alpha teases with a bite to his lip, leaning down close and levels his cool grey eyes with his omegas round brown eyes. Namjoon hiccups under the alphas stare the curled corner of his lip making him whimper and cheeks heat up. He looks at the curtain a few times as if waiting for her to reappear to save him from his teasing alpha.

"It's either she's my mate or she's actually a witch whose casted a love spell on me." He mumbles under his breath as Jimin bumps his hip with Namjoons chair repeatedly. "You're not the only one pup, I think she belongs to all of us." Seokjin interjects removing himself from the soft alphas neck with a pop, he had left a few hickies and knick marks on Taehyungs neck and throat as the music and conversation continued without them.

Seokjin and Taehyung's eyes were blown out, the softer one more lost in alpha space than the pack alpha sat tall in front of his curled in shy form. "Wait, did we all smell the lavender and honey?" Hoseok asks with a surprised expression on his handsome face, faint shouting can be heard at the back of the stage but they hardly pay it any attention. The group shakes their head as the music blares louder washing out the yelling noise with heavy beats. 

Wow- they all share another omega, Namjoon never thought he'd see the day where he wasn't the only omega in the pack. It was a dream come true he would have another omega to share his toys and stuffed animals with but not his suckies, those were his. Maybe one of his alphas would buy her one of her own if she had an oral fixation like he did. He was allowed to be selfish from time to time especially if this female omega accepted the bonds and joined their pack. Namjoon would become head omega in the pack which means he had a few more responsibilities, leading the pack with Seokjin their pack alpha at his back.

Especially during heats and ruts the role of the head omega and sometimes a beta is to make sure all the omegas are primed and ready to be bred full and round with the alphas pups, never a moment too soon lest the omega be thrown into an induced heat. Which lasts a hell of a lot longer than a natural heat of a few days. Induced heats can last anywhere from a week to three weeks in a row, the thirst and need to be bred sometimes becoming too much for the omega and they die of a heat stroke.

There was this time when Namjoon and Seokjin had barely met and were getting to know each other. The alpha was newly presented a few years prior and he was still getting his urges under control during his rut. Namjoon was a newly presented omega and got bullied for it, the kids at school would call him horrible second gender based names along with words of pure hate for a male presenting as an omega. 

Seokjin hated seeing the pretty omega so beaten up and timid all the time so he decided to introduce himself to him. Well, when he went to shake his hand the wind outside of the school where they stood had picked up making Namjoons short hair rustle in the wind.

Lavender and honey with the rich aroma of chocolate and freshly made coffee. Seokjin let out a purr before catching it and covering it with a fake cough into his elbow. This was his first potential mate of course it was an omega, it was only natural. But to have one so newly presented and still in omega finishing school? It caught the alpha off guard and absently fluff out his salty ocean scent making the omega see double and his knees to buckle.

Seokjin cursed himself as he caught Namjoon by the waist holding him up as steady as he could and muttered out a quick apology. It took a moment but Namjoon came out of it sweating quite a lot, he felt his subconscious leaving the building when the alpha started walking up to him from across the hall. He could smell the lavender and honey coat the back of his tongue making his boba eyes widen a little more when the alphas salty ocean scent assaulted his nose.

All of this was so new, so sudden but the omega inside him was happy screaming alpha alpha alpha inside his head like a broken record literally leaping for joy- found alpha so quick- such a good omega! Namjoon only gave Seokjin a shy dimpled smile which made the alpha swoon even harder.

Fast forward a year and two months the pair had found Yoongi- another alpha male. Yoongi was small at least to Namjoon and Seokjin height wise but oh did he make up for it in bed. He's always so in tune with Namjoon's body and mind it was like the omega was made for him and Seokjin. Then came Hoseok barely three months later he was helping a little old lady sell her little hand made knitted sweaters and wooden figures- the beta was always able to make friends so easily. With his heart shaped smile and bright caramel colored eyes and infectious laugh, the way he always clapped his hands when he laughed made everything that much funnier every time. 

Time then began to pass by for another year and the four of them were content with their lives. Namjoon made the best house omega, he always made sure the house was taken care of before his mates got home. Although he hardly cooked anything since the first valentines day he nearly burned Seokjin's kitchen down trying to cook a romantic dinner. The poor omega cried for hours in his alphas lap berating himself for ruining the special day as Seokjin rubbed soothing circles on his back and cooed sweet nothings in his ear until he calmed down- doesn't matter if the exchange ended in a rough knotting for the omega to truly calm down understanding that his alpha still wanted him even though he couldn't cook worth a shit. Seokjin took over preparing meals after that and Yoongi pitched in whenever Seokjin came home tired from work.

Just when Namjoon thought he had all his mates in a row here came Kim Taehyung acting like a whole hallmark movie since Christmas was right around the corner. He was taking pictures of the snow as one does and of Namjoon bundled up on the bus bench reading a hard back green covered book with round glasses perched on his kissable nose.

Namjoon didn't see him right away not until the familiar scent of lavender and honey hit his nose, along with potent scents of cedar and leather. He was another alpha Namjoon could tuck into his pocket if he could. The way Taehyungs curls bounced against his brows and the soft and sweet boxy smile that graced his lips when he sat next to Namjoon on the bench left the omega in awe of just how handsome this alpha is, his omega was going stir crazy making Namjoon screw his eyes shut with a blush.

Taehyung had a beta at his flat he told Namjoon about after a few weeks of courting the omega. It's not that Taehyung wanted to keep his beta a secret, not at all, he was really proud of his shy beta mate. No, this was the betas doing- he didn't want to get in the way of his alpha finally getting an omega because he knew how much an omega meant to a growing pack. Omegas were the beating hearts of every pack without them- packs made of alphas and betas never really lasted. Omegas were the soothing balm against an alphas rough exterior and the sunshine when the betas were feeling sad or upset.

Omegas were everything.

Eventually after some coaxing from the soft alpha, his beta Jungkook decided to have the omega over to meet him. When Namjoon made it to their flat Jungkook could already smell his chocolate and coffee seep from under the door but as he got closer he could pin point two other scents making the little hairs at the back of his neck stand on end as if he'd been shocked. Jungkook swings the door open with eyes as round as the omegas only letting out a soft purr when he looked Namjoon up and down.

He was wearing tight jeans that showed off his perfect thighs with a loose fitting shirt that exposed his collarbone and a silk choker wrapped around his neck like a lazily tied ascot. Jungkooks eyes didn't leave the omega as they ate some take out and conversed amongst themselves. Did the pair of them end up tag teaming the soft pliable omega by the end of the night? Oh absolutely, without a shred of doubt that happened.

The last one to make it into the pack was an alpha named Jimin he was the main performer when Hoseok took Namjoon and Jungkook to see the Nutcracker three days before Christmas. Jimin moved like water on the stage, his body speaking volumes and his facial expressions moving mountains. He was a force to be reckoned when he was in ballet mode, it wasn't until the show was over and Jimin had taken a quick shower to wash off the heady scent of himself from his skin so he didn't overwhelm the others around him. Last thing the alpha needed was for one of his fangirls going into an induced heat because he couldn't control his pheromones.

Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jungkook waited outside in the cold winter air for at least forty minutes before the last alpha came outside and greeted the three of them, their bond instantly strengthening without a word spoken into the winter air, the four of them just knew.

The years wore on none of them even looking for another mate or even another omega. Namjoon was enough for them and certainly gave them a run for their money during his heats leading up to the most recent one just last month.

Namjoon was being bratty as the large omega tends to be but it was never this bad. It wasn't him being a cute little omega rolling about his nest being all soft and squishy- no, this was the annoying, irritating, bratty omega who hissed at every quick move his mates made across the nest or even right next to him. By the middle of all of it Seokjin had fucked Namjoons hole all pink, puffy, and used for the fifth time that night alone after he came back from getting snacks from the kitchen.

The pack alpha was nearly spent but he was staying strong and hard incase his omega needed him like a good alpha does for his pack. Namjoon was clinging to every small plushie he could find, softly purring only hissing in his dreams once or twice and maybe a stupid alpha or a pretty alpha escaping his lips. Seokjin nudged his puffy scent gland with his nose making his omega hiccup and slowly open his eyes. The pack alpha eyes him warily trying to figure out what was going on behind those big expressive eyes. 

"Why are you hissing at your alphas baby? Did we do something you didn't like?" The alpha asks calmly and quietly as to not wake the others. Namjoon pouts murmuring under his breath as he looks into his alphas eyes sleepily and nuzzles under his chin to scent him out of habit. "Omega lonely- nobody here to share squishy time with." Namjoon mumbles still at the edge of omega space after being knotted twice in a row. Seokjins brows furrow he doesn't know what his baby could mean by that- he had everything he could ever want inside his nest- everything he truly held dear which were his mates and all their scents mixed in together like a melting pot made for omegas sensitive noses.

Yoongi stirs behind the omega and props himself up on his elbow. "What's going on?" He asks rubbing his eyes, his voice rough from sleep. Seokjin looks up at his alpha mate and sighs telling him exactly what Namjoon voiced just a moment ago. Yoongi nods slightly and slides his hand along the omegas naked body soothingly. "I think pup senses a hole in our pack, that's probably why he's been such a brat these last few days." Of course Yoongi was right Namjoon just couldn't voice it at the climax of his heat, the heat fever should die down in a few days and the seven of them will be able to talk about it in more depth later.

The first time Namjoon saw her wasn't anything to shake a stick at. He was simply enjoying the one day the pack was together for once in the last few weeks. With everyone but Namjoon having some type of job it was nice to have his pack together. They had decided to go to a bar, it was big enough to house a few hundred people at a time. The music was always loud and the dance floor was always full of sweaty bodies and intense pheromones.

But when ten o'clock rolled around the dance floor became empty the people having sat down at their respective tables or booths. Namjoon and the pack weren't too sure what was happening, as far as they knew this wasn't a show club but of course like most clubs and bars here recently it was. 

The deep beat of the music started and the lights dimmed down just enough and focused on the black curtains just off to the right of the dance floor. A hand came out from the curtain adorned with beaded bracelets and a few small golden rings on their fingers. Then the hand turned into an arm and slowly revealed a curvy omegan dancer, her outfit was mesmerizing. 

She had on a bra that held her heavy breasts perfectly the mix of blue and green and shining jewels sewn onto it caught every colored light just right. Her hips had golden metal sequins wrapped around them with a green and blue skirt with a slit all the way up ending at a hip dip. She danced barefoot and her tummy was on full display, soft and kissable.

The sight made Namjoons heart jump into his throat, a female omega, her scent was calling out to him the moment she came into view. The way she danced like nobody was watching with a blinding smile plastered on her face, the way her hair followed her every move like subtle waves.

She was everything and more.

Namjoon purred loudly making Hoseok turn to look at his lovesick expression, the omega practically had heart eyes for the belly dancer on the floor. Hoseoks chuckled but kept it to himself unknowing that the omega had found his mate, the final missing link, even through all the pheromones permeating the air around them. 

The few days that followed after the pack had confirmed the new omega was indeed theirs was spent trying to get closer to her but the man in the big fur coat never let the pack back where she was kept. The sleezy alpha would always come up with different excuses for them not to see her but they kept trying nonetheless.

Her current situation was horrible to say the least, the alpha that pack would always talk to was basically her manager by day and her pimp by night. It wasn't the life she had envisioned for herself, no she wanted wide open spaces and fresh air- maybe a garden to tend to while her mates she always dreamed of took care of everything else for her, never forcing her to make a decision she wasn't ready or didn't want to make. 

It was a pipe dream, after her mother died her father had completely dipped out on her and her siblings, the two of them being another omega and a beta. Jacob her older brother always tried to make ends meet but when the bills were too high and a few unpayable with his current salary Y/n decided to look for a job herself. After being denied so many times by companies and jobs she was more than qualified for an alpha had approached her when she was walking home from the convenience store. 

She thought he was just some creep hanging out by an old lamp post waiting for someone to walk by but he was actually very charming, very down to earth, at least at the start. When he started hitting it big he had bought an old store front and turned it into what it was today, a very big three story bar and club and Y/n was his main attraction. She was his diamond of the night, attracting customers from every walks of life. 

The days turned into weeks, months turned into years and soon Y/n could pay all their bills and then some. She was able to get an apartment for her and her siblings, better than the shack of a single bedroom house their sperm donor left the three of them in. She bought Jacob a car that was in good enough condition to drive back and forth to work in and for her younger omegan sister she would always buy every plushie, every blanket and feel good food she wanted.

It was until D'Marcus cut her pay did Y/n begin to live a miserable life of dancing for strangers and entertaining alpha's against her will. She had fought off an alpha and beta pair leaving the two of them in more blood than when they came in. D'Marcus had beaten the shit out of her for it- told her that if she wanted the pay she was asking for to keep her mutt pack together she would have no choice but to indulge them.

She really had no way out, her siblings couldn't do anything because if they did they would lose everything Y/n had worked so hard to get. Y/n had no mates not even a good friend to come and save her from this shit hole. Of course that was until the last show of the night and she had locked eyes with a large yet completely adorable man from across the dance floor.

She felt her heart skip a beat and her breathing hitch in her throat. As she danced closer to the man all she could smell was lavender and honey. It was an unusual scent for a man she assumed was an alpha to have, she smiled at him a genuine one not the smile she always forced when she would perform. She was happy to have found a potential mate but the ever looming threat of her alpha employer hanging over her head made her smile drop and for her to turn away from him.

She saw him for a few weeks after that, sometimes he would be by himself or there would be other men around him. The way his cheeks blushed a bright pink color when one of them would whisper in his ear or their touch would linger a beat too long had Y/n yearning to get to know the broad shouldered man. He looked every bit the alpha she thought him to be, what she wouldn't give to come out from behind this curtain right now and scent the hell out of him just so she could possibly relax her own anxiety.

But no matter how hard the pack had tried D'Marcus would always find a way to deny them. It made her heart sink every time they would turn away as she watched them from behind the curtain. A tall curly haired man turned in her direction once making her heart race and slip behind the curtain and the man with the handsome face of a god to smirk as he shoved his hands into his pockets and sauntered away.

This time they were so close, so fucking close to convincing the alpha to let them see her. So close to getting her the hell out of there and the sleezy alpha knew it too. He sensed something had changed with his sparkling diamond, her scent was softer every time she would dance around the floor towards that fucking pack who was always at the front of the crowd. The way they would look at her like she held the world in her hands made him sick. There's no way he'd let those fuckers take away his main selling point.

"You've got some nerve making googly eyes at an alpha who isn't paying for your attention." D'Marcus spat at her as she readied herself for another long night. Y/n pressed the tube of red lipstick to her plush lips, she didn't say anything instead she blotched the red cream around her lips and put a touch more artificial blush to her cheeks.

D'Marcus was pissed at her insolent display and lack of words so he back handed her off the chair and onto the floor. He stalked over to her and loomed over the omega seething with anger. "You think I can't replace you? There are plenty of other omega whores who will do anything for what I'm paying you!" He barks at her and tangles his large hand in her hair and lifts her to her feet.

D'Marcus bares his teeth at her snarling and wraps his hand around her throat tightly making it hard for her to breath. Her body is lifted off the ground by a few inches as she claws at the alphas hands and arm holding her throat in a vice grip. It was no use, no matter how hard she tried his alpha strength was too much for her. Her vision began to slip as D'Marcus barked and snarled at her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head from lack of oxygen.

Just as her vision was going dark her body was dropped to the floor making her gasp and cough as air entered her lungs unrestricted. She could hear a few other voices yelling and growling although the ringing in her ears made it hard to hear any of the words that were said.

Jungkook was laying into the alpha, like really laying into him. He had D'Marcus by the collar of his shirt on the ground repeatedly punching his face growling and snarling at him through gritted teeth. "Don't you fucking touch her like that again!" Jungkook barked loudly his tone laced with venom and he saw red as the alpha below him began to lose consciousness.

Namjoon rushed to her side kneeling in front of her fluffing out his sweet gooey chocolate and fresh coffee scent, letting it envelope her as she was panicking on the floor with tears in her eyes and rolling down her round cheeks. "Please, stop! You have to stop! Don't kill him!" The omega shouted at Jungkook and when he looked back at her his heart nearly shattered. Her pained expression and the tears streaming down her face was enough to knock the wind out of all of them. The hand she reached out with fell to her lap, head hung low and she sniffled with a quiet sob. 

Jungkook and Yoongi took the alpha out of the dressing room and left him on one of his VIP lounge couches making him look as normal as possible. When they returned the woman was sitting back in her chair with an icepack against her cheek. Namjoon stayed close to her not wanting to leave her for another second, his omega kept screaming- keep mate safe, protect little omega mate. The head omega kept his hand against her tummy protecting her in every which way he could think of. She didn't mind it though she was thankful to finally have someone be protective towards her besides her siblings. Y/n leans her head on his shoulder with a sigh resting her hand on top of Namjoon's against her tummy absently, making the bigger omega purr with a small smile and scent the top of her head lovingly.

"So, you're not a pack alpha? You look like one..." She mumbles staring down at the floor below her feet, Yoongi chuckled and hid his face behind Seokjin who stood proudly when his title was heard, although it wasn't directed at him. 

"Uh n-no I'm pack omega actually. I'm Namjoon it's nice to officially meet you. Even though getting to you was less than ideal-" He takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment before releasing it through his plump lips. "- I'm somewhat okay with it- as long as my omega is safe."  

Namjoons omega.

The following few hours were spent telling the DJ that the show was cancelled until further notice, getting to know the omegan belly dancer and how she ended up in a place like this, letting her stop by to check on her siblings- they must be worried. 

The omega was as sweet as a sixteen year old can be and the beta gave more of an alpha aura when he was behind the kitchen counter. Staring Seokjin and the rest of the pack right in the eyes every time they spoke to inform him of the situation, nearly unblinking. To say he was protective over his two little sisters was an understatement, he'd go to hell and back for them and that was putting it lightly.

Once Jacob was sure his sister would be okay with them he gave her a tight hug and a little eskimo kiss by rubbing their noses together the same way they used to when they were kids. Now with their baby sister that was a different story- she was completely fine when her big sister walked through the door but when they had to leave, she wasn't all too happy about that.

"Are you sure you'll be okay? You won't leave us like dad did will you?"

"Yes sis, I'll be okay and no I won't leave you like dad did. You're a tough omega, you can handle this. I'll make sure you know where I'm at in case you need me." 

She gave Y/n a tight hug unwilling to let her go until her scent was all over her big sister, she walked out of the door with a sad smile and a small wave before walking out the door.

Yoongi took her bag and tossed it into the trunk of the SUV and closed the hatch. Seokjin and the others piled in as Taehyung took the drivers seat and began the long drive back to their place.

They reached the large estate surrounded by all different types of trees, the long gravel driveway led directly to a snow covered three story log cabin. The main floor held large bay windows that revealed a large open living room designed like a rustic modern cabin furnished with leather couches in the main living area. An open kitchen to the right in dark marble with golden cracks all along the counter tops and dark oak wood cabinets. There was a grand piano next to the back door, it looked as if somebody had recently played it- given the sheets of music laying against the bench and on the music stand on the piano. 

Hoseok watches the little omega for a few moments- new snow was gently falling from the sky when she stopped to look at the sky all wrapped up in his jacket and Yoongi's black beanie. She truly was a work of art, the little snowflakes falling against her warm round cheeks and instantly melting against her skin, her eyes closed and she took a deep breath- the kind of breath you take when you finally feel like you're home. 

Everyone settled in for the night taking showers getting changed into clean clothes although Namjoon was the last to take one. He wanted to shower with the new omega, his heart was racing but to be fair- he was the one who found her, he deserves to indulge himself doesn't he?

Although the thought was comforting, making it a reality was the nerve racking part. The large walking oak tree of an omega was scared for once and it wasn't over something that could be easily fixed this time. He just needed to tuck his brain away for a little while- yeah that's it, he'll just let his instincts take over- let his omega ask her for him.

"Y- Y/n?" 

Damn it- that was not how he wanted to sound, his jaw ticks then he takes a deep breath and tries again. "Y/n? Do you want to take a shower with me?" There that was better- jesus at this rate Y/n would think he's not fit to be pack omega and then what? Would she leave all because of him? That would break all of their hearts especially Namjoons, he couldn't bear the thought of losing his omega so quickly when he just barely got his paws on her.

His question though simple and to the point made his mates pause their actions and look up at their pack omega a little bewildered that he was being bolder with another omega around. Y/n being the soft little omega that she truly was sat perched on a barstool, her legs kicking absently since she couldn't reach the floor. She only turned her head when Jimin paused wiping out a wine glass on the other side of the counter and looked behind her.

Her eyes were wide and blown out with all the calming alpha pheromones coating the large room in a thin fog, reaching corners none of them knew existed. She gave him a dopey smile and tilted her head like a puppy. "Yeah I'll take a shower with you Joonie, doing things with other omegas is always so cozy." She chirps and hops off the barstool then toddles over to Namjoon and latches herself onto his arm. The latter looks down at her and somehow her smile burned even brighter nuzzling into his muscular arm and rubbing her wrist against his absently as she held his hand. 

His gaze didn't leave hers for a long while, until he snapped himself out of the trance he was in and ushered the pair of them up the stairs and away from the packs prying eyes. Once they got to the bathroom next to their den with a connecting door in front of the large vanity, Namjoon set two towels down next to the copper sink bowl and turned back to her. Y/n closed the door and began to strip down in front of him shamelessly. Namjoon blushed and turned his back to her with wide eyes focused on the checkered shower curtain as he undressed himself and turned the shower on so it could warm up.

Namjoon has never been with another omega much less a female omega, what if things got heated between them? What if he couldn't control himself with her, the last thing he wanted to happen was him to go feral and hurt her. Son of a bitch Namjoon really needed to get out of his head, she's here, she's safe, she hasn't run away and gives no indication that she will. Namjoon shook his head and took a deep inhale and tilted his head back a little making Y/n giggle at him. 

"You smell nervous and- scared." Her playful expression changed when Namjoon turned around to look at her with red cheeks. Fuck he's screwed. There she stood with her arms behind her back clasped together at her soft hands making her already heavy breasts seem bigger, her voluminous thighs pressed together at the apex hiding her pretty cunt from him. Her squishy tummy, something he had seen plenty of times, was unobscured by the long skirts she used to be in- completely bare to him and that's when his restraint suddenly snapped.

It only took two steps for him to be mere inches from her, easily towering over her short frame. Her eyes widened when he advanced on her so quickly but she leaned into his bubble anyway. The big omega began to purr as he let his instincts have full control of him, throwing away any inhibitions he might have had earlier. 

He dipped his head low and nuzzled into her neck slowly kissing down her throat and put his large hands on her bare hips. Fuck her skin was soft- so doughy under his fingers as he kneaded her hip dips in his hands. Y/n's eyes flutter closed and she quickly wraps an arm around his neck- letting her fingers get lost in his short hair and her opposite hand rest against his narrow waist. 

Namjoons purr rumbled louder as he lead the two of them to the shower his cock beginning to grow against her squishy tummy as he pressed the harder planes of his body against hers. She let out a gasp when the hot water hit her skin and looked up at him. 

"Joonie?"

"Hmm, yeah?"

"Thank you."

After a beat of silence Namjoon looks down at her, his cheeks red and his eyes blown wide. Y/n looked up at him with a smile, she let her hands slip up his broad chest to his neck resting there and keeping him close. Namjoon began to purr again with a light chirp as she pulled him down to her level all this nerves and anxiety coming back in a rush.

It happened so slowly Namjoon barely registered her lips on his until he opened his eyes and pulled back slightly to look her in the eyes at a loss for words. "W-wait why did you..." He mumbled as she nudged her nose against his lovingly. "You're my mate aren't you?" She chirps with a smile then caresses his cheeks and holds his jaw gently. Her large breasts rubbed against him which made him pull her closer by his vice grip on her hips with a low purr, his cock fully erect against her tummy. Y/n lets a gasp slip past her lips and her gaze drops to Namjoons plump lips, her mind is slowly losing the battle to stay coherent.

"Y-yeah I- guess I am." The big omega chuckles and leans in to kiss her again. The kiss starts softly- as softly as Namjoon is able, slowly grinding himself against her making her purr sweetly as she felt his impressive cock press hard against her. 

Namjoon is an omega yes but the size of his cock alone makes him look every bit like an Alpha, he doesn't have a knot to give her like the alpha's do but if he did- all she would have to do is ask for it.

"Fuck, I wanna be inside you pretty." He growled in her ear with his cute hiccup as he lined his cock between her thighs and moved her hips along his cock. He lets out a low grunt as she took over grinding her cunt onto him with whimpers leaving her lips as she became more desperate for him. She grabs his biceps to steady herself, letting out a pitched moan when the tip of his cock slid in and out of her wet cunt and Namjoon instantly flipped her around. Her breasts pressed against the wet tile as did her hands with a yelp as he gripped onto her hips with both hands and pulled her into him. He dragged the tip of his cock along her folds with a moan and his eyes rolled back a little. 

"Let me in omega." He leaned over her body and whispered in her ear acting on pure animalistic instinct, he wrapped his free arm around her waist and let the tip slip in but quickly took it away making Y/n whimper and press back into him. Namjoon chuckles to himself and slowly pushes past her wet folds and not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. He took his time as her warmth encased him making him groan, when he felt the little omega adjust to his size he began to thrust deep and hard inside her and soon began to pick up the pace.

Y/n spread her legs as far as they would go and arched into every thrust making her eyes cross and her tongue hit the back of her bottom lip, panting hard as Namjoon fucked her with reckless abandon. He looked up at her fucked out face and reached forward pressing her tongue down firmly with his index and middle finger which made her groan then his other hand went straight for her clit and started rubbing it in tight circles like a mad man.

Y/n's legs began to shake and she began to suck on his fingers on instinct making Namjoon moan at the lewd sight in front of him. He grits his teeth and lets out a hiss- "God omega, you drive me batshit insane." He growled and leaned down over her body again and began sucking on her shoulder and the curve of her neck. He nipped at her scent gland teasingly and pushed the little omega over the edge, she cried out his name and her walls clenched around his sensitive cock so much some of her sweet juices squirted out the side and down his balls making them tighten.

"I don't have a knot to give you pretty." Namjoon said softly his own orgasm just around the corner as he bit down on her neck, not enough to leave a mark but hard enough to leave small indents of his dull omegan teeth on her skin. Y/n turned her head as much as she could to look at him and smiled. "Don't need knot- just want mate." 

'Just want mate.'

Those three little words were almost better than hearing I love you.

Namjoon wrapped both of his arms around her waist his pace never faltering as he held her as close as possible. His hips jerked a few more times and his cum painted her walls in a thin coat of white. He rested his forehead on her back, panting hard like he just ran a marathon. While he had his face hidden away from her he smiled to himself- his fear of finding another omega and not being able to satisfy them on his own completely washed away by her soft words.

Y/n and Namjoon picked the den nest apart after they had cleaned each other up, the two of them nothing but gooey warm omegas fresh out of the shower. Namjoon would throw a plushie at her every now and again as they did some rearranging to make room for her. She would always act so offended like Seokjin would which brought a smile to his face but instead of his alphas laugh it was Y/n's little giggles. The little sounds that came from her filled the pack omegas heart with so much joy he never wanted her to stop.

After Y/n threw in a few more shirts that belonged to Yoongi into the nest she hopped on the balls of her feet with a few chirps of happiness. She looked to Namjoon like she was asking him if the nest was good. The pack omega just gave her a dimpled smile and smacked her naked ass making her yelp, he crawled in first offering her a hand once he laid down in the middle and she happily accepted.

"Would you look at that. Our two omegas have finally calmed down for the night. Fuck, you two smell like heaven." Jimin growled from the doorway as Yoongi stalked up the stairs. "Smells like a fucking bakery in here." Yoongi says with a purr his lips curled into a snarl trying to control himself then Jimin walked into the den towards the nest and stood at its edge. Namjoon began to growl at his alpha as he stopped at the edge of their nest pulling Y/n closer to him and pressing her belly down onto the nest and crawled over her naked body protectively as he eyed the alpha warily. 

"Take it easy omega, I'm not gonna take her from you." Jimin cooed raising his hands in mock defense when Taehyung made his way up the stairs with Jungkook in tow. As the alpha turned the corner he was knocked back on his feet as he took a deep inhale his eyes rolling back.

"Fucking hell, okay." Is all he could growl out as he advanced on the two omegas but stopped at the edge of the newly made nest the same way Jimin did. Jungkook took the slower approach and cautiously walked up to the large hissing omega who's naked body was pressed against Y/n's like he was trying to protect her from his alphas.

"Your mixed scent nearly took me out princess, are you trying to kill me?" Taehyung asked the little omega who was already lost in omega space- soft and pliable. Meanwhile Namjoon pressed his chin into her shoulder with a gnash of his teeth and a snarl.

"That's enough omega." Seokjin snapped eyes blown wide and cock standing at attention standing against the door frame with Hoseok on the opposite side with a lustful gaze locked on the naked omegas in the nest, palming his own cock with his hand. Seokjin stomped over and grabbed Namjoon by the jaw making him whimper and whine. "Stay just like that for me baby. I'm gonna fuck your tight little hole while you protect what's yours." He bites into his faded mating mark to make a point which makes Namjoon shudder and soften under his rough touch with a haze over his eyes. 

Seokjin smirks and takes his clothes off slowly leaving his shirt in front of Y/n's nose and her eyes nearly roll back as his salty ocean scent invaded her senses. He kneeled behind his pack omega and squirted some lube onto his hand and then his huge cock. Namjoon was big but Seokjin was bigger, maybe it was a pack alpha thing but the man was packing and that was unmistakable. 

"Spread open for me puppy- wanna see you." Seokjins words were instantly followed and he spread them just right, Namjoons cock began to grow against Y/n wet pussy and she pushed back a little her instincts telling her to present herself to her alpha. The show of submission from the smaller omega had Seokjins restraint snapping and he reached low to grab her hip with one hand as the other slowly pressed his cock into Namjoons tight hole making him moan against her shoulder and he began to suck on her skin, so needy.

Jimin had stripped his clothes as did Taehyung, the two alphas made out with each other for a few moments before flanking the omegas on either side. Taehyung moved some of Y/n's hair from her face her eyes were hazy and her tongue hit the back of her bottom lip when Seokjin began to fuck the omega on top of her and she clenched around nothing. Jimin taps her hip a few times then leans forward to whisper into her ear. "Lift your hips for us little dove." He purred making Y/n whimper and her cunt to slicken up immensely, her gooey scent washed over the alphas right from the source. Namjoon arched himself back into Seokjin mumbling something under his breath. With his hips off hers she was able to present herself to the purring alphas by her body.

Taehyung reached between the two omegas and rubbed her slick hole a few times before slipping to her clit making her hips jerk with a needy whine. "Awe look at her, such a needy little knot slut." Jimin chuckled with a sly smirk his fingers gliding across her slick soaked cunt making him moan and slip underneath her. His nimble hands roamed her body as Taehyung kept assaulting her wet hole with his long fingers thrusting in and out of her sloppily.

Yoongi's cock pressed against the confines of his pants leaving a wet spot on them and Jungkook was beside the nest barely seen over Taehyungs shoulders. Hoseok walked over to Namjoon and held his head up as he gave him a droopy doped up smile. "Will you let us love on our new omega pup?" He asked gently with a small smile and a kiss to the lips making him sit upright and press his back against Seokjin's chest as he railed his cock further into his weeping hole, his own slick coating the pack alphas cock just enough to glide in and out of his tight ass. Seokjin wrapped his long fingers against his throat and the other onto his hip sure to leave bruises once they were done. The omega could only let out a whimper and nod his head before it fell back onto the pack alphas shoulder.

Jungkook moved from the edge and into the nest like a hunter eyeing his prey, he grabbed Y/n by her jaw making her look at him as she slowly grinded herself against Jimin cock, his knot already half popped. "You feel how much alpha Jimin needs you omega, look at him half popped and ready to fuck your perfect little cunt." The beta strokes his cock in his hand as he nips at her puffy scent gland at the curve of her neck making her grind down harder. 

Seokjin can be heard in the background cumming hard inside of his first omega with a snarl and a few grunts as he emptied himself deep inside his tight hole. Jimin couldn't take the teasing any more and lifted Y/n's hips and quickly pressed her cunt down on top of him filling her full of his cock. Y/n's eyes rolled back as she began to babble with a few curse words laced into her whimpers as Jimin began to fuck into her. Jungkook lets go of her jaw and levels her mouth to his cock slapping it against her tongue. 

Namjoon choked around Yoongi's cock as the alpha began to face fuck him before he came off with a wet pop. "Omega likes- tongue pressed down." He mumbled before Yoongi took his short hair in his hand and pulled him back onto his girthy cock, Seokjin was still locked into his hole and trembling with every movement Namjoon made on Yoongi's cock spilling even more warm cum into him.

Hoseok kneeled behind Y/n as Jimin fucked her pussy raw, he hummed and tilted his head slightly. "You can take two knots can't you cupcake?" Taehyung chuckled at the nickname simply because the den reeked of pastries and fresh coffee. Jimin reached around her hips and grabbed her ass and pulled it up and spread her wider, the way he disappeared into her cunt repeatedly made the alpha groan and press the head of his cock just above Jimins and somehow start to slide inside of her clenched pussy little by little.

"Relax for us baby, we got you." Taehyung purred gently ghosting his hand down her spine causing her to arch further and spread her legs impossibly wider to accommodate Hoseoks long and girthy cock that finally slipped inside, stretching her cunt to it's limits. She let out a yelp then a pitiful hiss, the burning sensation slowly ebbing away to pure pleasure. "Hmm- fuck that's it pretty. Ah shit- just like that baby." 

Taehyung stroked his cock at the sight next to him while Namjoon was moved about the nest and into Jungkooks arms, the beta gently laying him on his back and pumping Namjoons cock a few times before taking it into his mouth and gagging on it. The pack omega arched his back and clutched the nest underneath him, mumbling and babbling incoherently. 

Jimin stuck his fingers into Y/n's mouth and pressed down on her tongue like Namjoon had mentioned and she instantly started sucking his fingers. Jimin moaned at the feeling of her tongue gliding across the pads of his fingers and pressed down harder. "Fucking hell, looks like we'll have to get a few more chew toys. We got another one with an oral fixation." He chuckled darkly as the omega came hard onto both Hoseok and Jimins cocks making their knots stretch her as they shot ropes of their thick hot cum inside her womb.

"Such a good pup for her mates." Seokjin purred and stalked closer to her on all fours. "Filthy little knot slut- taking two knots at once like that. Hmm, I bet you're nice and stretched for pack alpha now- right puppy?" He hummed mouthing at her pink and puffy scent gland, he wanted nothing more than to bite and claim her as his in this moment- the thick haze of pheromones in the air like a fog of lust and desire and perhaps- love?

Yoongi was on his knees on the opposite side of her where Taehyung had been- the soft alpha had decided it would be best for him to sit this one out for the time being, still pumping his aching cock and his knot nearly popped he just needed more friction if he could find it- he'd take nearly anything at this point. The thick and rich scents were throwing the poor man into a deep alpha head space and somehow he hadn't busted a knot yet.

Namjoon whimpers and whines so loud Yoongi and Seokjins head snap in his direction as the omega watches the two of them lavishing his little omega with affection. "What's wrong puppy? Do you want to do it?" Yoongi asks as he bites Y/n shoulder playfully egging the bigger omega on and nearly making him beg for it. "Come on little one, alpha asked you a question didn't he?" Seokjin purred staring Namjoon in the eyes as he took Hoseoks place and mounted the sloppy omega making her arch back into him ready for more. The steady white trail of the beta and alphas cum mixed with her slick running down her tummy and thighs down onto the bed was fucking ambrosia.

Jimin slides out from under her but not before giving her hard nipples a pinch or two before he walked over to the softer one of the alphas and began to sloppily suck his cock like a man starved. Namjoon couldn't take it anymore, he practically had to pry the stronger beta off of his throbbing edged cock so he could get to his baby, his omega.

Namjoon stubbed her hips with his nose taking a deep inhale then he somehow got his large droopy lumbering body to cooperate long enough to glide underneath her. Y/n looked down at her pack omega with a droopy pheromone filled smile and gave him a kiss to his lips suddenly becoming a little shy herself as she felt the pack alpha notch the angry red tip of his impressive cock against her cum soaked cunt. 

The large omega rubbed her back in soothing circles to help her relax a little. He nudged her legs with his and nuzzled into her neck scenting her as much as he could without her going into an omega drop- which was dangerous enough in itself. Namjoon nearly went into a drop during a heat cycle and had to go to the hospital- needless to say Seokjin and Yoongi both learned the limits of their omega that day.

"I'll give our sweet puppy the knot she so deserves and you precious, will mark her as yours." Seokjin growled as her pink puffy cunt practically winked at him as she clenched around the head of his large cock. Namjoon kept his eyes locked on Y/n's and gave the pack alpha a nod- he was an omega on a mission now. To make sure his baby was safe and cared for- and to make sure she took her knotting like a good little pup should.

With the simple nod Seokjins massive cock slipped in, it burned at first but with her soaked cunt already slick and stretched the burning didn't last for long. The alpha began to thrust into her, setting a punishing pace- Y/n arms immediately turn to jelly and she groans into Namjoons scent gland and starts sucking on it with vigor. Namjoon purrs and wraps his arm around her waist like he did in the shower just earlier- or was it yesterday, it's been hours and he's lost track of time already- pity. He slithered his fingers into her hair to the base of her skull pressing her further into his neck. 

"Want you to mark me when you cum omega." Namjoon purrs he can feel the harsh slap Seokjin gives to her as making her yelp and let out a choked hiccup. Namjoon holds her head up so her fucked out gaze meets his and he kisses her hard his own lust and love lost in the haze of mating this beautiful omega who had captured his heart months ago. 

He reaches between their bodies and easily finds her clit and rubs it tight circles- just the way he knows she loves. Her cunt clenches around Seokjins half popped knot making the alpha lean forward over her and thrust deeper hitting her cervix with each thrust and making her see stars. With a scream of pleasure she came all over Seokjins cock and he let her juices slip into the nest- she bites into Namjoons scent gland so hard he cums untouched onto their full tummies.

"Alphas gonna pup you okay, little omega? You'd like that wouldn't you? To be full and round with my pups?" Seokjin looks at Namjoon through his alpha space haze and gives him a nod of his head signaling he was gonna cum any second now. Y/n lets out a chirp of approval as she laves over the mating mark on Namjoons tanned skin making the omega shudder as the dull punctures close leaving behind a new pink and puffy mate mark just above Yoongi's old sharper more prominent punctures. 

Without further warning Seokjins hips snap against Y/n's and Namjoon is swift to latch onto her shoulder roughly and bite. The simple act of being marked by an alpha mate was nearly drop inducing but an omega mate claiming another omega? That was another world in itself, it felt as though the two omegas could think clearer now- smell more scents than just their own. Y/n loved the way Seokjin's ocean breeze melted with the sweets the two of them gave off. Like a salty sweet caramel delicately placed onto her tongue and Yoongi- fuck, the burn of whiskey and the sting of the mint scent he gave off made both of them want more of it. 

After a few moments Namjoon laves over his dull, claiming punctures with his tongue with a content purr. He held his baby close not wanting to let her go just yet. Seokjin stayed there for a little while longer until his knot deflated enough he could slip out and when he did Y/n clenched so none of the cum would fall out of her ruined cunt.

She lay there on top of her pack omega claimed, sated, and happy for the first time in a long time. She looked into Namjoons eyes, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes that were becoming less and less black the more they stared at each other. She giggled above him with a bright smile and kisses the big omega without a word spoken then nuzzles her nose against the mate mark she just put on him.

She was always afraid of being marked, being claimed so intimately but now- she felt safe, loved, and protected. Namjoon chuckles at her happy display and Seokjin brushes some hair from her face as he laid down beside his babies. Soon the entire pack came into the nest and made a cuddle puddle around their two omegas.

Namjoon and Y/n were in the middle pressed against each other for warmth, Yoongi was at Y/n's back and Seokjins was at Namjoons back. Taehyung and Jimin had tangled themselves within the omegas legs, Jungkook was above the two omegas with his head between theirs and the soft omegas had their foreheads pressed against the betas temples. And Hoseok ever present, was positioned oddly between the omegas at the center nudging his nose absently against Y/n's bare slightly engorged tummy- all of them soon sound asleep.

Y/n was beyond happy- they all were, to have their pack finally complete and wrapped in a warm fuzzy blanket- that feeling was all they could ever need.

~ SO WHAT DID WE THINK? ~I'll be honest though writing this stuff I keep surprising myself not gonna lie. ~The way all of them met was cute, at least to me lol ~ Namjoon makes the cutest fucking omega on the goddamn planet what the actual fuck guys?

[heycupcake]

Canon be damned, Five is cuddly and dispenses bear hugs to all of his kids

Even when they don't want them

Come child let the ancient entity embrace you for mutual comfort

[californiaquail]

well boss said reese has no indication of any uti or crystals only a tiny amount of red blood cells which can be caused by the manual expression. coworker insisted there was no point in taking rads to see if he's blocked from the string so going to try some laxaire and hope 😬🤞🏻also then my boss gave me a ride to the bus stop so i didn't have to carry the huge crate which was uncharacteristically nice of him 🤨