#tw: pregnancy at seventeen

[trustmypoison]

SVT when you announce that you're pregnant

Requested? Yes! Request: ‘Svt reaction to the partner telling them there pregnant would be a fun idea 🤰🫶’ TW/CW: Pregnancy and baby talk. If you aren’t into that or it’s a sensitive topic for you, feel free to skip.

Overjoyed!!! - Seungcheol, Hoshi, DK Screams when you tell him. He’s so excited, even if it wasn’t necessarily planned. Eagerly wants to know everything - when your appointments are (because his calendar is open on his phone ready to go), what you want the nursery to look like (which he has a Pinterest board for already), and if you like the names he’s picked out (because he has a list in his notes app for it already). It’s a list of never ending question and you might have to shush him and remind him that nothing has to be figured out right this second. Will nod and let you breathe for now, but you can tell by the look in his eyes that his mind is moving rapidly at all the possibilities.

Panics now - Jun, Woozi, Seungkwan, Chan The shock is obvious and he might need a minute to wrap his head around it. His initial reaction might be a little disconcerting, but worry not. This is life changing news and he needs a bit to wrap his head around it. Once he takes a deep breath (or several over the course of several days), he’ll come around to the idea and the timing and be fully on board. These guys might go to an older member or someone else that they trust for some guidance, because while they’re happy now that they’ve come to terms with the big change that’s on the way, they feel woefully underprepared.

Panics later - Jeonghan, Mingyu, Vernon Totally onboard from the get go. Might even have the excitement to match the first group! But, I put them here because there might be moments that make the whole thing suddenly feel too real. Like putting together the nursery and actually imagining a baby in it. Or seeing the baby on the first ultrasound. Or trying out baby names to see which one he likes best and realizing he’ll be saying whatever you two pick out for years to come. You might find him with a bit of a glazed look sometimes and he’ll just say, “We’re having a baby,” like you don’t already know. It’s just the reality of the whole thing settling in.

Very relaxed about the whole thing - Joshua, Wonwoo, Minghao Totally steady! You might be kind of underwhelmed by his reaction to the point that you need reassurance that he’s actually happy about it. And he definitely is!! He does all the things (appointments, nursery prep, picking names, etc.) with such ease that it kind of shocks you sometimes. It’s all in an effort to make sure you know you can depend on him when you go through such a big personal change. You’ll remind him it’s a big change for him too, but he’ll counter by saying that it’s a big change for you nine months longer than it is for him. Just let him do everything else besides physically carrying the baby right now, okay?

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Hi zeta! So I received a notification today that I was ovulating and had a thought. Husband/Ceo!Cheol checking your phone as you received and notification that you were ovulating. Like my man would go crazy and be at it like the fucking rabbits.

(sorry why is this so long)

tw: dom!seungcheol, sub!reader (fem), marriage!au, unpotected sex (pls stay safe), breeding kink, mentions of kids and pregnancy, praise, use of petnames, daddy and mommy kink (they want to be actual parents), mating press, spanking, oral (f rec), cockwarming - minors dni.

@gyuwoncheol tagging her bcs she helped me to her own demise

"Babe?"

"Yes darling?"

"You have a new notification!" Seungcheol yells from the other end of the living room.

"I'll check it later, thanks!" You yell back, trying to make yourself heard through the noise of the kitchen mixer.

Seungcheol is a man who values your privacy and would never attempt the petty snooping around on your phone.

But how could he miss the bright notification of your cycle tracking app saying that you're ovulating?

He turns his head to your direction and looks at the shape of your body standing in front of the counter and his mind races at the thought of you bearing his kids and having them run around your legs in the future.

And it makes him want to fuck you until he has made sure you're pregnant.

He gets up from the couch and walks up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You sure love back hugs, don't you?" You let out a small laugh.

"How can I not when I have such a pretty wife?" He hums.

"Oh, I see how it is." You turn off the mixer and turn around to face him. "Come on, out with it, big guy."

"What? Can't I just compliment my wife because I feel like it?" He pouts his lips.

"Seungcheol, you never compliment me without any reason."

"I was just thinking...."

"I knew it."

"I haven't even said anything yet!" He complains.

"Oh my God, just say it!"

"I was thinking how pretty you'd look with a belly full of our kids."

Your eyes widen with shock at your husband's blunt words. It's true that you've discussed the possibility of widening your family with Seungcheol and you know he would be the most silly and doting dad ever. But the way he looks at you and his hands tighten on your body makes you feel a tad bit jittery (in a very good way).

"Did you just think of that, or...?"

"Your tracking app said you're ovulating and I can't get it out of my damn head." Seungcheol groans.

"You checked my phone?!"

"I didn't unlock it! It was right beside me and I just saw the pop-up on the screen!"

"And that made you worked up already?" You deadpan.

"God, you have no idea." He drops his head on your shoulder and rolls his hips against you.

"You're incorrigible." You hug him with a light chuckle.

You feel his lips stretching in a grin and he throws you over his shoulder with one swift motion, carrying you to the bedroom. You complain all the way, but he just slaps your ass and puts you down on the mattress, your legs hanging from the edge of the bed.

"I am indeed incorrigible, darling." Seungcheol strips himself down to bare skin and purposefully climbs over you to grab a pillow and place it under your lower back.

"I'll do everything in my power," he hooks his fingers in the hem of your sweats and drags them away from your legs, "to get your pretty pussy," he removes your cotton panties to reveal your cunt, "full of my cum until you physically can't take more inside you."

"C-Cheol-" You watch your husband kneel on the foot of the bed, ready to use his tongue on you.

"Talk to me, darling. Tell me what you want."

"Fuck, I want your kids so bad." You moan and spread your legs, putting your hands under your knees to pull them on your sides.

"That's what I thought too." He smirks and leans down to press a kiss on your clit, followed by full-bodied swipes of his wet muscle from your puffy bud of nerves to your hole, waiting for your pussy to drip just enough to get messy.

"You're so perfect, you know that?" He brings your legs on your chest and puts your ankles on his shoulders, the head of his cock dragging over your pussy. "Perfect wife, with a perfect pussy." He whispers and slides his shaft inside you, stealing your moans with his mouth.

You let yourself get lost in the feeling of his pillowy lips, all while his cock is battering up your cunt. Your leg muscles tense up from being stretched out to their limits, but you don't want to switch up positions.

"Sweet, sweet fucking cunt, all ready to keep my cum safe." Seungcheol groans wildly on your lips, "Want to make you a mommy so bad."

"Fuck, I want you to be a daddy, Cheol, ah!" You throw your head back on the bed, watching your husband plow his hips in you relentlessly, his bottom lip caught between his pearly whites.

"W-Want a pretty little girl, w-with your eyes and lips, wanna treat her like a princess."

"And a rowdy little b-boy, so you c-can play g-games with him." You stammer over your words, but you get the message across.

"Fuck, I love you so much, darling." Seungcheol moans airily and plants his hands beside your head, rutting in you like a madman, sweat dripping down his body and a few drops landing on your chest.

"Cheol, I'm c-close." You sob.

"Me too, baby. Just a little more, please." He begs you to hold out.

You do as he says and you cum undone underneath him, his thick cock pulsing until he has emptied himself inside your cunt, not daring to pull away from you.

A few seconds of silence pass and none of you has moved yet. Your pussy clenches around his cock ever so slightly and you whimper, your legs falling limp on the bed.

"Even your pussy wants more, babe." Seungcheol chuckles and moves his cock inside you, bringing himself back to full hardness.

"You mean you've got more to give?" You pant.

"For you? Always."

[jun-of-love]

Hi if ever you will read this but i saw this fanfic you written https://www.tumblr.com/jun-of-love/718945713628872704/heyyy-if-youre-open-for-requests-i-saw-this and i was thinking of a wonwoo version of it while he was gaming and he saw you if only you have a chance thank you so much

helloooo...firstly, thank you so much for sending in this request- i hope this meets your expectations. alsoo super sorry for posting this late- i was busy w my college applications and allat. hope you like this and don't hold back if you have more requests- i'll do them faster this time ❤😉

Times were hard, to say the least.

Not financially or anything, your basic needs were being met- you had a wonderful house you had bought together with your husband- who was himself a very loving and caring partner, you had enough money in your bank account to live comfortably for a few years, everything was going well.

Except for this little baby in your belly that was growing so big as though he was going to come out ready for Olympics wrestling.

The pregnancy hormones were driving you crazy. You were angry, sad, nauseous, frustrated, hungry- all at once, for at least ten hours a day. Your husband, Wonwoo, was as supportive as ever. He never complained, and was always at your back and call- despite having a demanding job himself. He would make it a point to call you every hour or two to check up on if you needed anything. He attended every doctor’s appointment with you, and took it upon himself to make sure you were doing everything as per the doctor’s instructions. You were so, so grateful to have him.

However, at this moment, he was pissing you off.

Wonwoo had taken some time off for himself to play video games with his college best-friends. Sure, he deserved it after spending all of his days and nights taking care of his pregnant wife. You understood and respected that, but it has been five hours since he has been glued to the damn screen, when originally he had promised to come back after three hours. You wanted him to have his time, really you did, but your belly cramped painfully and your back was throbbing. You cursed the timing, out of all days, your pain had to be especially bad today- the one day your husband took time for himself. You felt anger and frustration at his giggles coming from the other room, he seemed so blissfully unaware of your agony. But again, you knew it was not his fault, and he deserved some time to himself, plus you didn’t want to be the nagging frustrating deranged pregnant lady everyone hates.

You pushed yourself up from the bed, muffling your cries of pain with your hand. You made your way to the kitchen, hoping to find a medicine that would make you feel better. You took a few steps when suddenly, it felt like your stomach and back muscles gave out from the weight of the baby, tugging you down, making you fall on your knees. You yelled instinctively, and Wonwoo came out running- worry lacing his features.

“What’s wrong babe?” He asked, breathing heavily. “Should we go to the doctor? Scratch that- lets go to the doctor’s right now.”

Wonwoo looked so so concerned that it made you feel immediately guilty for being so angry at him. “I’m so sorry you had to leave your game,” you couldn’t help but sob, “I tried to take care of myself but-but- the baby got too heavy!” You clenched his shirt and let out tears of frustration.

“Y/N, babe, why would you apologize for needing me??? I’ll do anything and everything for you, you know that!” Warmth reflected from his eyes. “Plus, the guys were boring me anyway.”

You giggle at that. You try to get up with the help of his hand but no avail, your belly was too heavy. “Our baby is too heavy” you whined, “my back can’t keep up!”

Wonwoo puts his hand behind your back and knees, picking you up, bridal style- thank god for his strict gym regimen. He puts you back on your feet, and the next thing you know, both of his hands are under your belly pulling it up.

You cannot remember the last time you felt such a relief. Your back and body felt light, briefly free of all the stress. You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling-involuntarily laughing a little.

Wonwoo smiled. “Feels better?” He kisses your cheek lovingly.

“Amazing.” You breathe out.

“I’ll do this everyday if you want.”

“Oh, you have to!”

“Yes ma’am, especially since it’s my fault our y/nwoo is such a chonk.”

You laughed. “A chonk indeed.”

[veeluvss]

hii!!! hope your ok? could you write something about mom!emily and daughter!reader where reader gets pregnant(like teen pregnancy) and emily is just comforting her and helping her through it? - feel free to ignore if your not comfortable writing this!! ◡̈

hii!! i loved this request, thank you so so much! here’s the story - let me know what you think /nf

i hope you liked it !!

her smile

tw: teen pregnancy

fluff, family

2.5k words

The test in your hand shook. What the fuck were you meant to do now? This wasn’t supposed to happen, this wasn’t part of the plan. It was a silly one time thing, the condom broke, the chances - and you’d defied them all. You were seventeen, far too young for a child. You couldn’t raise a child. And god, what would your mum think?

You spent the night curled up in bed, holding your stuffed bear to your chest. Your legs were pulled up too, hiding your stomach from the world. You had a baby in there- you had to protect it at all costs. You were going to tell the dad first, thankfully you knew who it was. It wasn’t a serious thing but it wasn’t exactly a toxic thing either and you were thankful about that. You wanted to make sure he knew and he was involved every step of the way. The one thing, even only hours after finding out, you were sure of - is that you’d never get rid of your baby.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of fresh waffles being cooked. Mum was home. Jumping out of bed, you pulled on shorts and your mums FBI jumper and headed downstairs. She’d been on a case and you’d missed her. She heard you run down the stairs and opened her arms in preparation for the hug. You wrapped your arms around her neck and your legs around her hips. She laughed, her deep belly laugh and help you tight.

“Hi my darling,” she said.

“Hi mum, I missed you,” you replied, dropping your feet but staying in her arms.

“I missed you too.” She replied. You stayed like that for a few moments, soaking it up. You don’t really know what happened, or why but you began to cry. She held you tighter, not saying a word.

“One second baby,” she whispered, as you began to smell the burning waffles. She tapped your back and you let go. Sniffling, you wiped your eyes on your sleeve.

Emily turned around with burnt waffles on a plate but still put ice cream on them. You laughed.

“Mum, you can’t eat them if they’re burnt,” you said.

“I’m not wasting them,” she replied. “These are special waffles I got from the city.”

You smiled, at her smile, and lifted yourself up onto the counter. You asked her about the case and she told you what she could. You loved hearing about her work. It was something you really wanted to do.

Your hand rubbed at your stomach, thinking of the peanut in there. You looked at your mum and thought about how you wanted the baby to be just like her - to have her smile, her laugh, her light hearted attitude. She paused, looking at you with a whimsical smile.

“What are you looking at?” she asked softly.

“Just you,” you smiled back. “I love you, mum.”

“I love you too baby,” she whispered, leaning over and kissing your cheek. “Now come eat these New York waffles.”

You spent the entire day watching movies with your mum. Curled up in her bed with her blankets and hoodie. You cuddled into her closely.

“Oh babe,” she whispered, picking up her phone.

“A case?” you sighed, looking up at her with puppy eyes.

“Yeah, love,” she hugged you tight and let you go. You blinked back the tears, trying not to show how disappointed you were.

Hours later, your mum was gone and the dad to your new baby was sitting in your kitchen. You were stalling.

“Y/n, just tell me what’s going on. I’ve been here forty five minutes now and you still haven’t got to the point-”

You sighed and slid into the seat next to him.

“I don’t want you to freaak out. No one else knows but I want you to know that I’ve made a decision and you can either decide to be here for me or not-” you began. His face twisted, almost as if he knew already. His eyes jumped down to your stomach and then back up again. Your hand moved to rest there, protecting your baby already.

“You’re not-”

“I found out yesterday,” you replied, eyes down.

“Have you confirmed it with doctors?” His voice was surprisingly calm, almost as if he was prepared.

“Not yet. I’ve only done one test,” you said. You carried on before he could speak, “but, the signs are all there. That’s why I did a test in the first place.”

“Let’s go to the store and double check and then we can book you a doctors appointment,” he said. He stood up from the chair and went to grab his jacket but you grabbed his wrist.

“Wait,” you whispered. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

He sat back down quietly and cleared his throat. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You weren’t with this guy, not seriously and this could end so badly. You knew it. He turned in his chair and took hold of your shaking, clammy hands.

“Y/N,” he began. Tears welled in your eyes. “Whatever happens, pregnant or not- I’ve had feelings for a while. It began when we started that project together and then the sex and - look I’ve been meaning to tell you. I won’t lie I hoped that was why you called me over,” he said softly. You were shocked. You didn’t know he was attached.

“What about the other girls?” you asked, referring to the other girls you thought he was sleeping with.

“There aren’t any other girls. Not anymore. I know the lads joke about it - it’s funny to them. But since I realised how much I like you… I dropped them all.”

“All of them?” you were skeptical. His lads did joke, a lot. This guy was the man slag of the school - the one who slept with everyone and he had feelings for you??

“All of them. I promise. I even deleted their numbers, the lot. I only speak to my friends and the occasional girl in my class when needed. I’m serious about you,” he paused and looked at your belly. “And the baby.”

“You want to keep it?” You questioned, almost choking on the question. His eyes went wide – assuming you didn’t from your response.

“I’ll respect anything you chose-” He spluttered. “I just, it’s mine too and that’s important to me.”

“We’re still so young,” you sighed, lowering your eyes.

“We are.” he grabbed your chin and lifted up your head gently so you were looking at him. “But let’s triple confirm the pregnancy and then we can worry then, okay?”

You nodded in agreement and slowly leaned in to kiss him. His soft tone, his gentle eyes and entire person was so comforting to you. You couldn’t help it.

It was triple confirmed. As a pair, working on making things official, you had decided to keep the baby. You knew it would break you trying to abort and with a dad who was interested, genuinely invested even, you knew the baby would be okay. You just had to tell Emily.

She’d texted you to tell you she was about an hour away from home and you began making her dinner. It was her favourite. Deep down, you knew your mum would support you no matter what but the anxiety of the reaction was insane. Your palms were sweaty, you struggled to catch your breath and you couldn’t focus on the cooking at all.

Somehow, you still managed to patch something together in time for her arrival home. She walked through the front door, replaced her heels with slippers and entered the kitchen with a wide smile on her face.

“Oh this is lovely!” she praised, seeing her favourite on the side.

“Sit down mum, I’ll get you some wine,” you replied, unable to make eyecontact. As a profiler, that gave it all away. She smiled and held up her wine glass regardless then set it down, clearing her throat.

“So my angel cake,” she said softly, addressing you in a way that made you more worried - “you’ve either been suspended, done drugs or get pregnant. What’s going on?”

You knew she was joking. She said it as a joke - a common joke parents make: ‘Oh, you’ve come to tell me your pregnant’. But it wasn’t a joke, suddenly it was real life and you were ready to throw up.

Exiting the kitchen at high speed, you crashed into the downstairs bathroom. Emily was quick to drop behind you. She held back your hair and rubbed your back and then sighed. She sat behind you, flushed the toilet and then closed the seat. She stayed close to you and your head rested on the toilet in shame. She knew, no doubt about it, she knew.

“It’s ironic when a mother’s joke becomes truth, isn’t it?” she sighed quietly. Her head rested on the door frame and her eyes ran over you. She rubbed yoru back, sighing a little more and then grabbed your hand.

“Talk to me,” she encouraged. “Tell me.”

“The condom broke,” you suddenly sobbed. “I didn’t do it on purpose and I swear it was an accident-” Emily moved and took you into her arms completely. YOu clung to your mum as if you were four years old again, letting every emotion come out. The anxiety about telling her, the anxiety about the baby. The idea of even having a baby. A new relationship you didn’t know if you were ready for. The fact you were going to be a mum. The way you were only seventeen. The tears ripped through your body but Emily held you the entire time. She didn’t let go, not once.

“I was 15 when I first got pregnant,” Emily said softly, handing you a cup of tea. “

“What?” You replied, eyes wide. Your jaw dropped. Emily smiled at the reaction. “Fifteen?”

“Fifteen.” She took a deep breath before explaining. “I lived in Rome at the time, with my mum who was working hard. I had sex with boys to fit in, being a teenager is hard, I understand that more than you know. Anyway, church and religion was a big thing. My priest said that if I abort the baby, I’m not welcome back into the church. Obviously, I was fifteen, still at school - my mum couldn’t know. I had no other choice. I ended up aborting the baby but my friends helped me back into the church-” she explained. You listened intently.

“Does it make you sad?” you asked.

“What?”

“That you didn’t keep the baby?”

“All the time. I’ll grieve for the baby for as long as I’m alive but I know I made the right choice. My body was still so young, I don’t think it would have even managed to keep a baby safe, as well as me. And then the external factors - plus,” she smiled and grabbed your hand. “If I had kept the baby, I probably never would have had you.” You blushed and lowered your head.

“Are you ashamed?” You whispered.

“I’ll never be ashamed of what I did to fit -”

“No mum,” you interrupted. “Are you ashamed of me?” You saw her heart break through her eyes and she shook her head so adamantly.

“I would never, ever be ashamed of you. Y/N I am so proud of you.”

“Proud for getting knocked up at 17?” you scoffed.

“Hey, no.” she shook her head again. “You don’t talk about yourself or my grandchild like that. Ever. What happened, happened. As you said, it was an accident. Sweetheaart, you’re seventeen. You’re exploring your body and naturally boys too. These things are bound to happen. Perhaps if you were drugged up and on alcohol and got with about five men and we didn’t know who the dad was then I’d probably be a little disappointed but never ashamed.” you began to cry again and she pulled you into a hug.

It was baby shopping day. You had a bump, a cute one that everyone found adorable. Everyone had been so supportive. The entire team adored you evern more, buying you gifts, checking up on you, helping you decorate. JJ, a mum herself, had been lovely and so supportive. Giving you remedies, tips, massages - it had been amazing. Not only had your family stepped up but your boyfriends had too. Hsi family have loved you through it all. You agreed to stay living at home with your mum. Your boyfriend planned on moving in just before the baby arrived - after his exams - so he could help. Your mum wasn’t too bothered about you finishing school this time round as she knew she had more than enough money to send you back when you were ready, even if it was from home.

Garcia and JJ turned up in the car together as you and your boyfriend stood outside the house, waiting for Emily.

“She’s meeting us there, she got a bit caught up with work,” JJ said, opening the door for you.

“She’ll definitely meet us there?” You asked, sad she wouldn’t be able to shop with you. Her opinion was the most important.

“Defiently honey, now hop in,” Garcia said. You got into the car and put on your belt. Your boyfriend sat beside you and held your hand the entire drive, knowing about your new found travel sickness.

Shopping was so succesful. You were pretty sure that between the lot of you, you’d spent over a grand but you didn’t even care. Uncle Rossi had sent money, your grandparents had sent money, everyone you knew had sent you money to put towards baby Prentiss and you were so happy. It had been one of the most amazing days in the pregnancy journey. Whilst you were exhausted from being on your feet, you were even more excited for the little one to arrive.

The baby nursery was ready a few weeks before baby was due. It was under the sea themed, perfect for you and you’re little kicker. Your boyfriend’s exams were over too and he was in the process of moving his things in. Derek had helped build the nursery and Emily hadn’t left your side.

With such a supportive group, you knew the birth of the baby was going to be easy sailing. And it was.

Emily stood on one side, your boyfriend on the other. JJ and Garcia were in the room too, as well as your boyfriend’s mum.

“So go on, tell us the name you chose,” JJ smiled - she’d been in on it since the start. Holding the bundle of pink blankets and tiny baby in your arms, you looked up at your mum with tears in your eyes.

“Mum, you’ve been there every step of the way. From the moment you adopted me at five to this very second you haven’t left my side and I’m so grateful. I’m so proud of you for putting your life of the line everyday to serve the country and bring down the bad guys. I’m so proud of how unbelievably strong you are no matter what you’ve been through. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about how incredible you are. Everyone can see that. I want my baby to have your strength, determination, huge heart and the most beautiful smile.” Tears were streaming down Emily’s face as she caressed your hair. “We decided to call her Emily Hope Prentiss.”

[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts [[Series Masterlist]]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

There's nothing worse than finding out you've been lied to. Five years after having her heart ripped out, a knock at Charlotte's door turns her whole world upside down and she doesn't know how to feel about it.

or

Simon fucked up big time and has his own world turned upside down. Price thinks it might be karma.

TW: Smut, angst, fluff, mental health issues, past abuse, torture, mentions of past rape, pregnancy, PTSD, mentions of attempted suicide, the usual warnings for COD looool

A/N:

I finally caved and made a Tumblr lmao I'll be honest, this fandom intimidates the fuck out of me. Cross posting here from Ao3.

This story follows a Two Act structure. It will begin with the prologue which is set in current times (really kicking this story off with a bang lmaoooo). Then Act One will be set in the past and then Act Two is back in the present.

I’m going to be playing with different POVs to get a real sense of what's going on and there will be a lot of Ghost POV because I love being in his brain :’) I also won’t be tagging each chapter individually so please read the tags here and they will be updated as needed.

Now, to clarify some shit;

I’ve played around with the timeline and shit to make things work better and had to fill in some gaps. We know that Ghost joined the military after the 911 attacks and I had him be 18 when that happened (meaning he was born in 1983). If I made him any older, he’d be even older than I wanted him to be at present times. As it was now, he turned out at 40 in 2023 (when I started this fic). I didn't really want him to be that old (not that 40s old, but you know lmao) so for the sake of this story, ‘present time’ is 2019 and he’s 36. 

And the last note; I’m in fact from Manchester myself. Ghost doesn’t have a Manchester accent in the least. No idea why, I always presumed it was something about him joining the military, maybe he picked up an accent similar to a London one or something, but boy is that accent not Mancunian. Not that its a bad thing because I fucking hate Mancunian accents and I say that as someone who has one lololol I won't be mentioning the fact his accent isn't quite right in the story ‘cause that's just awkward :’)

Some chapters will be accompanied with a song that fits (sometimes loosely) the theme of the chapter.

Prologue

Act One: Chapter One

Act One: Chapter Two

Act One: Chapter Three

Act One: Chapter Four

Act One: Chapter Five

Act One: Chapter Six

Act One: Chapter Seven

Act One: Chapter Eight

Act One: Chapter Nine

Act One: Chapter Ten

Act One: Chapter Eleven

Act One: Chapter Twelve

Act One: Chapter Thirteen

Act One: Chapter Fourteen

Act One: Chapter Fifteen

Act One: Chapter Sixteen

Act One: Chapter Seventeen

Act One: Chapter Eighteen

Act One: Chapter Nineteen

Act One: Chapter Twenty

Act One: Chapter Twenty One

Act One: Chapter Twenty Two

Act One: Chapter Twenty Three

Act One: Chapter Twenty Four

Act One: Chapter Twenty Five

Act One: Chapter Twenty Six

Act One: Chapter Twenty Seven

Interlude

Act Two: Chapter One

Act Two: Chapter Two

Act Two: Chapter Three

[darlingsfandom]

can you please do one with our queen kitten braden maybe reader is having her baby ❤️ and we follow them through the pregnancy

She is a queen and I love her so much 🥺 this is a cute request! I’m excited !

I’m sorry I couldn’t find a gif ): I hunted for one for awhile ):

This 97% fluff! 3%smut! Not proofread !

Tw: talks of birth , mentions of characters from the movie.

I couldn’t think of the name for that baby! So you get to name the baby (:

“Oh for fucks sake!” You rolled your eyes as you pushed yourself off the bed to waddle your way into the bathroom.

“If it helps, you have a cute waddle !” Kitten followed you to the bathroom and leaned on the door frame with a smile plastered on her face.

“It doesn’t !” You snapped before your eyes started to water. “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean that.” Kitten walked over to you and sat on the edge of the tub before she placed her thumbs on her cheeks and wiped away your tears.

“I know you didn’t , I know it’s not easy and I’m not going anywhere.” She kissed you softly on the lips before standing up to help you onto your feet. “Do you need help wiping ?” She handed you the tissue.

“Kitten…” you took the tissue from her and playfully rolled your eyes before cleaning yourself up.

“What? I’m just trying to help you.” You shook your head as you cleaned up, washed your hands and splashed some water at her making her gasp . She chased after you until you were on the bed. Kitten climbed into bed with you and pinned you down before covering your face in kisses making you giggle.

Never in your life did you think you’d become a mother and let alone with your best friend. Kitten and you met when you were fifteen and she was seventeen, both of you got called into the principals office for different reasons that day. She explained how she wrote about something sexual but added some humor to it so it wouldn’t be that bad. You on the other hand were in the office for telling your teacher to fuck off and that people can wear what they please, little did Kitten know she was the reason. You had followed kitten around for the rest of the school year doing each others make up, you’d do her nails for her and she’d help you sow but when she was about to actually you took it upon yourself to follow her! Through thick and thin you stayed , even when you told her to stay away from Billy? Maybe it was Bobby? It didn’t matter, you were there to pick up the pieces.

And now here the two of you stand. Three years down the road laying in bed being covered in kisses as you had her child growing inside of you, well you helped make the little pain in the ass right now too. You also had taken her last name along with the pretty ring on your finger. Life had its ups and downs but it all ended up here.

“My pretty girl!” Kitten sat up on her knees as you laid on your elbows.

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I know you’re pretty!” Kitten poked your nose as she grabbed your maternity pants and helped you get them on.

“How can you think I’m pretty ! I’m huge!” You patted your stomach making her furrow her eyebrows together.

“You’re having our baby! What’s more beautiful than that hmm? Our little baby is going to the most precious thing to exist .” Kitten pulled you onto your swollen feet. You whined making her pout. She wrapped her arms around you before walking you back to the bathroom. You stood in front of the mirror before you focused on how she had started brushing your hair gently.

“How do you put up with me like this ? I’m a big mess of emotions and gas ! Oh my god! It’s embarrassing! How can you handle that part! And all my weird cravings ?? Why haven’t you left me?” You blabbered on making Kitten stop brushing your hair so she could place her hands on your shoulders to look into her eyes.

“I’m not leaving! I am your wife, thick and thin! Your emotions are getting to you okay. I’m excited to have a little family with you. Our family! We can start something new where it’s real love, we can raise our baby in the safe home neither of us had. Just because you’re gassy and five months pregnant doesn’t mean you’re ugly! It doesn’t mean I don’t love you! You’re not going to gross me out, scare me away. I made a promise that I was always going to love you and I’m keeping that promise.” Kitten kissed your head before she wiped away your tears along with some snot that dribbled down your nose with some tissue.

From that point forward Kitten wouldn’t let you lift a finger. The way she catered to you made you feel special , well even more special since she had always taken care of you in every way possible.

“Are you sure you want just polka dots? That’s kind of boring.” Kitten pouted as the two of you stood in the middle of the half made nursery.

“Kitten! It’s a nursery not a fashion week in Paris.” You rubbed your belly as you ate the peanut butter pickle that you made in the kitchen. Kitten made a face as you ate. She didn’t mind some other cravings but this one didn’t sit right with her.

“Besides we don’t have to be super fancy, it’s just got have the basics .” You waved the pickle a little before taking another bite.

“Honey, I love you but for the love of god… the pickles and peanut butter…”

“DONT BLAME ME! ITS WHAT BABY WANTS!” You pouted your lip at her making her lean in and kiss your pickled lips. She made a face again. “Kitten stop!” You finished the pickle and licked your fingers while she went back to picking a theme for the nursery. The two of you settled on woodland animals .

“Kitten!” You whined as she sat on the bed helping you fold all the new baby clothes that the two of you thrifted earlier.

“What do you need my darling?” She set her pile off to the side as you batted your eyelashes.

“Fuck me please ?”

“I think this is my favorite part of your pregnancy so far darling .” She smirked at you before laying you down gently. The sex wasn’t was rough as the two of you would normally like, but that didn’t stop Kitten from giving you amazing oral or they way she sucked on your swollen tits. “These are also part of my favorite things ! Your tits have gotten huge honey!” She kissed each of them gently because even the slightest touch had you cumming in seconds. It was almost possible that the two of you had more sex now !

Another month had passed making you now seven and a half months pregnant.

“Everything looks good!” Kitten squeezed your hand as the two of you watched the baby on the ultrasound. “Heartbeat sounds good.” The doctor looked at the two of you before she tilted her head. “Are you sure you don’t want to know the gender?”

“No… gender isn’t important.” You looked back at Kitten who was memorized at the picture of her baby moving peacefully in your belly.

“Yeah yeah no gender for now.” Kitten waved her hand.

“Alright, well you two are all set! Baby is happy and healthy in there. Keep up the good work and I’ll see the two, soon to be three of you in another mother or so!” The doctor gave you smile before letting you get cleaned up.

“You really don’t care what we have?” You asked Kitten walking down the street from the doctors office as she held your hand.

“No because I know I’m going to love our baby regardless .” She squeezed your hand tightly before continuing to walk with you to grab a little snack. You stopped in your tracks making Kitten stumble a little before she looked back at you with concern.

“Are you okay darling?” She ran her hand over your cheek slowly before you nuzzled against her hand.

“Kitten… I need sex!” Her lips curved into a smirk before she took you home as quickly as possible. This was her favorite part for sure.

Now with the final weeks around the corner , your boobs doubled in size, belly huge and round you were scared that you were going to pop any second. Kitten had made sure all the items you needed were in the diaper bag that the two of you thrifted. It did make you a little sad that you didn’t have a baby shower but you knew it was better not too considering both of your families didn’t care. Charlie had got the two of you some things and gave you the clothes that no longer fit her baby. Charlie had been helpful through your pregnancy giving you tips to help. Luckily for you Kitten had helped Charlie deliver her baby so you had two experts by your side.

The cool breeze came in your bedroom window while Kitten had you spooned in her arms. You were tossing a little bit before you felt like you had to pee. You took her arm off but not fast enough because when you were half way to the bathroom the feeling went down your leg and then it hit you,

“KITTEN! get up!! KITTEN!” You yelled making her freak out as she woke up to see you standing there soaked.

“Oh my god darling! Your water broke!” She held onto you before it dawned on the both of you that going to the hospital was the best idea. Kitten grabbed the bag from the nursery and was running like a chicken with its head cut off while you stood there frozen. It was happening.

“Are you sure it broke? It’s early!” You asked until the sharp pain of the contractions hit you. “Nope! It broke!” You placed your hands on your belly. Kitten waisted no time in helping you out of the house, into the car and drove as fast as she could to get you there.

The two of you made it in the hospital. While you got all taken care of Kitten went to make a call to Charlie to let her know the good news. Pretty soon Kitten was with you stroking your hair , holding your hand and talking to you about what she did when Charlie gave birth. This was your first kid. This was never what you thought your life would be and you wouldn’t change a thing!

“You need to push!” Kitten squeezed your hand as you laid there heavily breathing trying to push your baby out.

“I AM PUSHING! FUCK!” You squeezed her hand to the point you almost broke it. “FUCK KITTEN!” You yelled through gritted teeth.

“You’re almost there, I’m seeing the head.” Your doctor explained as she watched your birth. “One more big push okay! You got it!”

Your heart was about to burst from the stress of it. Your body was covered in a layer of sweat, body turned a different from all the blood rushing around , if looks could kill… everyone would’ve died twice over .

Your hand found kittens shirt and pulled on it pulling her closer as you screamed. She ran her hand over your head while watching you cry. She knew it was painful for you but you were doing so great.

With another big push that knocked the wind out of you the room suddenly went quiet for a second until the sound of the baby crying filled your eyes.

“Your baby is here!” You cried at the words spoken to you. Kitten helped you lay back and kissed your head as they cleaned up the baby. They did all the test and confirmed a healthy baby.

“All right mamas , who gets to hold baby first ?” The nurse asked.

“She does.” Kitten pointed to you. The nurse placed the baby in your arms and smiled down.

“Do you two want to know the gender now?”

“Yes.” Kitten and you said in unison.

“Welcome your baby girl to the world.”

“A girl!” Both you and kitten smiled before you started crying. “We had a girl!” Kitten couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. She was a proud mother. She was a proud wife. She was proud of you.

A couple hours later Kitten came out of the bathroom with another washcloth to wipe your face. She was determined to keep you clean as possible to make you feel better. Your daughter was in her little crib that hospital had wrapped up in a little pink blanket as you laid in your bed with heavy eyes. Charlie knocked on the door coming in with her baby on her hip and a small bouquet and her new boyfriend.

“Congratulations you two!” She set the flowers down next to you before kissing your head.

“Thank you!” Kitten gave Charlie a hug before taking her baby from her so you could give Charlie a hug.

“What did you name her?!?” Charlie bounced on her feet in excitement as she took her baby back from kitten.

“We don’t have a first name yet… but her middle name will be after her godmother … Charlie.” You grabbed kittens hand.

“I’m her god mother!” Charlie beamed !

“Wouldn’t pick anyone else!” You closed your eyes with a smile on your face as the drugs finally kicked in.

“Let’s let her rest.” Kitten spoke softly before she covered you with hospital blanket and kissed your head.

You and Kitten would never forget that day the two of became Three. The day you welcomed your little girl into the world weighing seven pounds five oz and twenty two inches long, she got that from kitten ! The two loneliest people on the planet who never thought they’d make it this far were now a happy family of three. Kitten got her dream girl, her dream life that she always wanted and she couldn’t be more thankful that you made it all possible .

[chocobochaserstories]

Turk Omegaverse Headcanons Part One

Utilizing Before Crisis details as well... even if with Crisis Core, the two games would have to take place during each other to be half canon. Turks: Reno, Rude, Emma (Gun (Female)), Elena TW: I had no filter writing this. Sex, allusions to kinks, condoms, minors DNI to be safe :)

Reno

The sluttiest omega you can imagine

He’s supposed to be on suppressants, but you’re also  not supposed to drink alcohol while on them, and he forgets to take them half the time, so they’re not very effective.

Reno is a bonded omega, so his cycles hit like clockwork exactly every five weeks.

Reno has a very active sex life with his alpha, both during his heats and outside of them.

Reno is shameless and he’s not exactly afraid of being kinky or playing with a new toy. That being said, as second in command, he won’t do anything that might threaten his job.

Rude

Reno’s alpha, husband, and best friend.

Significantly less kinky than his husband, but definitely not vanilla. Plus he likes it when his omega is happy, so if Reno wants to be handcuffed to the showerhead for some reason, he’s willing to try that… even if it involves them both slipping, falling, and having to come up with a lie to tell the plumber as to how the shower head got ripped out of the wall.

Has he screwed Reno in a helicopter before? Maybe.

The sweetest husband!

His favorite way to end a long day is turning on a shitty rom-com and cuddling Reno.

Emma (Gun (Female))

An Alpha and not-exactly-bonded with Alvis (Rod (Male)

She’s been on Rut Suppressants since it was legal and has safe sex drilled into her head like a mantra.

Her parents were teens when she was born (Fifteen with her, seventeen with her sister), and the pregnancies were stressful enough that it’s pretty much impossible for her and Elena to have any more siblings.

She’s not really looking for a permanent mate, but blowing off steam with Alvis works and she has a “Not quite friends, not quite acquaintances” with benefits thing going on with the beta.

She lives on her own now, but growing up, her parents had a ready stash of condoms in the house and they were not at all taboo. 

“If you’re going to have sex, don’t hide it. Just be safe.” - Her Mother

Elena

An omega who pretends she’s an alpha. Or a beta. Anything but an omega, really.

Views being an omega more as a weakness and a hindrance than a help.

It adds a layer of complexity to her sibling rivalry with Emma, especially since it leaves Elena feeling inferior to her sister and Elena is hard enough on herself as it is.

Elena is eighteen, so she’s on the cusp of pseudoheats and transitional heats (See post on Omega A+P), so it’s not legal for her to take any form of heat suppressant, scent blocker, or other forms of hormone altering medications. She hates that.

Elena’s cycles are still irregular and since she doesn’t have a mate (and has no interest to), she spends the cycles off of work and resting at home.

She really hates missing work and it’s usually her mother who will cuddle with her if his heat cycle doesn’t overlap with hers. He hates when his pups are in pain.

Elena is pretty shy when it comes to exploring her sexuality, so she’s not a major fan of toys or porn on her heats. She’d rather utilize frozen treats as a means to lower her temperature, plus sugar eases her cramps a bit from the endorphin rush. Her go-to is sea salt, of course.

[always-lou-28]

Kinktober Collection Guide // JessHallvol6

Hi! I'm really not on tumblr much just because it's...not a platform I ever learned how to use - but I know a lot of people get fic recs from here and I see so many other authors making fic posts to reblog so...

Here's a comprehensive guide to my Kinktober 2023 Collection for your browsing pleasure

Note: All pairings are featured. I am a multishipper, and I wanted to make sure each 1D pairing got at least an equal amount of love. No hate please!

Entire Collection

Don't Take It Easy - Day One: Pegging (Zayn x girl!Harry) 3,305 words, Bottom Zayn, Top Harry

She Knows The Way Her Body Moves - Day Two: Bondage (girl!Zayn x girl!Niall) 2,496 words, Top Zayn, Bottom Niall

What A Mess I Made Upon Your Innocence - Day Three: Bukkake (Zayn x Louis x Liam) 1,721 words, Submissive Liam

Dripping Thick Like Honey - Day Four: Rimming/Feminization (Liam x Niall) 2,534 words, Top Liam, Bottom Niall

Baby You're Mine, You're Fine - Day Five: Collaring/Leashing (Louis x Harry) 3,415 words, Top Louis, Bottom Harry (tw for anxiety attacks)

Locked In A Cage - Day Six: Chastity (Zayn x Liam) 2,837 words, Zayn in chastity

Grinning Like A Devil - Day Seven: Virginity (Harry x Niall) 2,373 words, Top Harry, Bottom Niall (tw for underage - xfactor era)

Breed - Day Eight: Breeding/Belly bulging (Louis x Liam) 1,891 words, Top Louis, Bottom Liam (tw for a/b/o)

Leave My Heart Open - Day Nine: Body Worship (Louis x Zayn) 1,587 words, Submissive Zayn (tw for implied/referenced past self harm)

Good For You - Day Ten: Praise Kink (Louis x Niall) 2,293 words, Top Louis, Bottom Niall

Eyes Open For The Fall - Day Eleven: Sensory Deprivation (Zayn x Liam) 3,342 words, Top Zayn, Bottom Liam

Fuck Me Back To Sleep - Day Twelve: Somnophilia (Liam x Niall) 1,623 words, Top Liam, Bottom Niall

Your Hands, Your Body - Day Thirteen: Size Difference (Harry x Niall) 2,836 words, Top Harry, Bottom Niall

Massage - Day Fourteen: Prostate Massage (Louis x Harry) 2,458 words, Submissive Harry

Havin' A Good Time - Day Fifteen: Shotgunning (Zayn x Liam x Harry x Niall) 2,020 words, group sex

A Little Less - Day Sixteen: Double Penetration (Harry x girl!Niall x girl!Louis) 3,451 words, Top Harry, Top Louis, Bottom Niall

Happy Birthday Babe - Day Seventeen: Gangbang (Liam x Niall x Zayn x Louis x Harry) 2,062 words, Bottom Liam Centric

Secrets I Have - Day Eighteen: Body Modification - Piercings (Liam x Niall) 2,631 words, Top Liam, Bottom Niall

Show You Off - Day Nineteen: Exhibitionism (Louis x Zayn) 2,180 words, Top Louis, Bottom Zayn

One Touch Is All It Takes - Day Twenty: Fucking Machine (Louis x Harry) 3,449 words, Top Louis, Bottom Harry (I'm so deeply sorry for this depravity)

I'll Bet, You'll Say - Day Twenty One: Lingerie (Louis x Liam) 3,854 words, Top Louis, Bottom Liam

Something Divine - Day Twenty Two: Thigh Fucking (Harry x Zayn) 1,665 words, Submissive Harry

I Get Down On My Knees For You - Day Twenty Three: Deepthroating (Zayn x Liam) 2,617 words, Dominant Zayn, Submissive Liam

You Take Me To The Edge - Day Twenty Four: Edging/Sex Toys (Harry x Liam) 3,189 words, Top Harry, Bottom Liam (tw for underage - 2012 era)

Taste On My Tongue - Day Twenty Five: Pregnancy/Lactation Kink (girl!Harry x girl!Niall) 2,206 words, Pregnant Harry

Keeping Tallies - Day Twenty Six: Overstimulation (Louis x Zayn) 3,640 words, Top Louis, Bottom Zayn

Someone's Calling My Name - Day Twenty Seven: Painplay/Spanking (Louis x Liam) 3,516 words, Dominant Louis, Submissive Liam

Sweet Baby - Day Twenty Eight: Daddy Kink/Cockwarming (Zayn x Niall) 3,050 words, Top Zayn, Bottom Niall

Hiccups - Day Twenty Nine: Breathplay (Harry x Liam) 3,099 words, Top Harry, Bottom Liam

First Date - Day Thirty: Sounding (Zayn x Niall) 3,248 words, Dominant Zayn, Submissive Niall

Ghost Fuckery - Day Thirty One: Ghost Fuckery (Louis x Niall) 5,472 words, Top Louis, Bottom Niall, Ghost Louis

[raging-ale]

rafael silva, homosexual, cismale + he/him, tank «—◦—→ well met, alejandro fuentes! the godling born child of ares. it’s been 28 years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with their protective, introverted, + resourceful? or will their compulsive, temperamental, self-destructive hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

name: alejandro santiago fuentes nicknames: ale & hulkling date of birth: march 30th age: 28 years old face claim: rafael silva godly parent: ares height: 6'0 dominant hand: right hand education level: some high school, dropped out. occupation: personal trainer

parents: maria fuentes ( deceased ) siblings: none that he knows of pets: nox - black pitbull.

positive traits: protective, introverted, resourceful negative traits: compulsive, temperamental, self-destructive habits: always picking at the cuts on his knuckles - just never letting them fully heal. when alone and in his head he tends to talk to himself - mostly telling himself to shut up. when uncomfortable he starts to look around for places to go head as he is in the middle of a conversation. quirks: tends to ball up his fist all the time to keep himself in check, sometimes leading to his nails digging into his palm and causing him to bleed. pet peeves: people that don't get the hint that he needs wants to be left alone. hobbies: working out, boxing, swimming, riding his bike, reading, long walks with nox.

sexual orientation: homosexual sexual position: vers clothing style: leather jacket's - almost wearing all black and he does wear glasses when he needs to read. prominent features: scars all across his chest and back with one across his face near his left eye, bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, ( irl tattoos that rafael has )

what were they doing when they hear the song of their godling blood? ale was in the middle of a fight outside of a bar that led to four men in the hospital, right as he was pulled back, he grabbed nox's leash and was telling them all off before he was transported.

class: tank inspirations: derek hale ( teen wolf ) & bucky barnes/winter solider ( marvel )

biography:

( TW: death, blood, violence, animal abuse & suicidal thoughts ) alejandro was not born in the best care. having been put into the system since the moment he was born, due to his mother passing away in a car accident from a drunk driver - he was still in the womb, only seven months into the pregnancy. being tossed around from family to family that adopted him, nothing stuck. ale had to grow up fending for himself even at a young age. knowing that he was never going to be able to have a family. ale wasn't able to handle the system anymore, he took what he had to his name, which was not much and ran as far as he could. seventeen years old on the streets, the boy figured his way around, trying to get a job - nothing was able to stick. he was not able to stand people walking all over him which angered him quickly which was then where he got the job that last him almost his whole life and he was good at it. a personal trainer, boxing - just one of the best outlets for him to get a hold of the war inside him. even though that was able to last for the short term while he was only at the gym, when it came to being out in the world that was a different story. the ups and down of growing up had gotten harder and harder as time went on. no friends around to help him keep his head up or keep him in cheek. every person that ale allowed to get close ended up hurt mentally or physically by him - he didn't mean to. always regretting the way he just snaps with no sense of control or why he's always so damn angry all the time. it was then that the one thing that actually was able keep him in check came into his life. *nox* -- his black pitbull that he saved from a fighting ring he was invited to. it was an underground fight club that started off with dog fights. the poor pup was just near a year old and he was already being trained to fight. that did not sit right with. ale felt this rush of anger, a normal feeling and he knew that he was about to black out -- and he did. snapping out of it with men all over him pulling him out of the fight. about six or so men all on the ground, blood all over the place, his own face busted, knuckles cut open - all he saw was red and not knowing what had happened to him. being pulled away into a room that had the boss of the fight club, ale began to explain what happened, trying his best to calm down and not let the anger take over. he was offered a way out - something he felt he had no choice as the men around him had guns and ready to take him out. fight for them, do what they ask him to. in return he will get paid which was one of the only turning points along with a better outlet to just let out everything he had inside, years of anger and abandonment issues. he was able to put in to take nox out of the ring, getting them to think over the animal ring and allow for ale to be the main show. bringing in fights that have almost put him near death as well as the men he fought against. ale was trying his best, making sure to keep himself in check - provide for now his companion, nox. he would do anything and everything for him, even helping him shake off those dark thoughts he has everyday since he was young. telling himself that the world would be better off without him, less people would be hurt around him. still having not let anyone into his life but nox, this was the only support he had going for him. he needed to stay strong, stay alive - not for himself, but for nox. that is how he was able to make it through it all, the idea that nox was waiting for him always, the only family he's ever had.

[t-surewhynot]

I need advice for my open relationship.

TW: Sexual content

Context: I am eighteen, she is seventeen, we are in the same grade and she turns eighteen in February. We have been dating since the summer of this year (I was still seventeen at the time). We have had the sex while I was seventeen because age of consent in our area is sixteen (also it was sesbian lex for a while because I only recently came out as trans so no risk of pregnancy yippee). We have always said that we're both fine with open relationships, mainly for the purpose of exploring our own sexualities. We haven't had the sex since I turned eighteen in September and we were gonna wait until she turns eighteen. I was wondering if, since it's an open relationship, I could possibly try experimenting with my sexuality while I wait for her. She's on the fence about it and I'm not going to do anything until she gives me a yes or no so she asked me to ask the internet. What is y'all's opinion on the matter?

[winslet-navarro]

BASICS:

full name: winslet eversley nickname(s): win, winnie birthday: november 16th, 1992 age: thirty one gender: cis-female sexuality: heterosexual occupation: owner of exotic elegance & stripper at bare necessities education: high school diploma location: midtown

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

hair colour: dark brown eye colour: dark brown height: 5 foot 6 inches tattoos/piercings: ‘noah’ tattooed on her left wrist, both earlobes pieced, belly button piercing  scars: c-section birthmarks: N/A

HISTORY:

TW: domestic abuse, sex work Born the second eldest daughter and fourth child overall to a shameless drunk who spent more time on a bar stool than at home looking after his family. The Navarro patriarch just won’t die and for that, Winslet will be forever annoyed. The Navarro Matriarch was useless and liked her illicit substances more than she liked spending time with the children she created. For as long as she can remember, Winnie and her siblings have been alone in the world. Winnie will still speak somewhat fondly of her childhood because she had her brothers and sisters to lean on. Sure, they practically had to raise themselves but at least they had each other while they did it. The eldest Navarro did her best to shield the younger kids, however, with parents like Dick and Kelly they really didn’t have any change of normalcy in their lives. Winslet is a middle child and has always leaned into the middle child syndrome stereotype. She often felt forgotten. Definitely by her parents and sometimes even by her surrogate parental figure - her older sister Michaela. Due to this, she sought acceptance, attention and even love from others outside the Navarro family home. Winslet would openly date any boy who gave her a sliver of attention during high school. Often ending up in toxic and even abusive relationships. More than once, she returned home with a black eye or bruised lip only to have her older siblings and twin question who had done that to her. If she told them, they would grab the closest item that could be used as a weapon and hunt down the boy who dared raise a hand to a Navarro. Winslet would say she would do better, to not seek acceptance in the love of a boy. Yet only weeks later the cycle would start again. This went on until Winslet saw the very distinct pink lines of a pregnancy test when she was only sixteen years old. By seventeen, she’d had her son; Noah and the father was long gone. She was nothing but a warm hole for him. This was the point that she knew she would need to be better. Be a better parent to her child than the parents she had experienced. She would provide in any way she could. Her older siblings were angels in the early years of Noah’s life, helping to baby sit whenever she had to work. Winslet got a job waitressing at the Rizzo’s Diner. She was making barely enough to survive but she was doing her best. One night, older very well-dressed gentlemen had come into the diner and sat in her section. She approached with a smile and spent the next hour filling his coffee whenever it was needed. Chatting to him about his day and his work. Before she knew it, she had an offer. The arrangement was simple. Nothing sexual to start with. Winslet would accompany him on dates. Talk to him about his life and hers. Go to dinners at fancy restaurants. She would be his sugar baby. It was an arrangement that she jumped at and she quickly quit her job. This was the best way she would have the funds to provide for her son and help her family financially. This arrangement went on for several years and she truly became friends with this man. When their relationship did turn sexual, she didn’t even mind. She was attracted to him. He was a silver fox type, dressed well and was always clean. So why not. She had savings, she had financial freedom and she didn’t have to worry. When Winslet turned 23 the arrangement came to an end. By that point, Winslet had some savings but not enough to sustain the new lifestyle she now led. She jumped at the opportunity to work at the local strip club Bare Necessities. She knew what she looked like. She knew she was desirable and she used these factors as a way to manipulate men to her whim. Soon she was raking in the money again. It’s been several years since. Now, she’s a business owner having purchased the local sex shop Exotic Elegance with the savings she had managed to make. She still secretly works at the strip club a new nights a week, keeping this factor away from her family and her son

[trustmypoison]

SVT vs your weird pregnancy cravings

Requested? Yes!

Request: how would svt react on your weird pregnancy cravings???‘

TW/CW: pregnancy talk, skip if you aren’t into it

An absolute champ about it - Joshua, Wonwoo, DK, Mingyu, Minghao, Vernon

He’s totally unflinching about your weird requests, simply getting up in the middle of the night to get it for you. Many of them will even make these weird concoctions for you without batting an eye. If there’s anything that ever makes him grimace a bit, he’s very careful to mask the reaction, particularly if you’re having a hard day. Ultimately, it’s not about the weird food choices as much as it is about the satisfied smile that you give him when it’s exactly what you need. 

Gags through some of your concoctions just for you - Seungcheol, Jun, Woozi, Seungkwan

He can’t always hide his grimace at a strange combination, but he gets you the things you want and puts them together for you. But his system is kind of perfect because he’ll send you to the other room to rest while he assembles it, gagging all the way through sometimes. He can mask his reaction for the few seconds it takes to deliver the food to you. He will watch your satisfied smile when it’s exactly what you were craving, if only from across the room, so he doesn’t have to see it or smell it. 

Could not hide his disgust if he wanted to - Jeonghan, Hoshi, Chan

He can’t hide his horror at some of your requests, and he can’t stop his mouth from running, either. “Baby, that sounds really gross.” But he learns his lesson pretty quickly when he says that on a bad day and your eyes begin to well up. He jumps up and gets the things you need, if only to prevent the tears, but there may be some requests he simply has to hand off the ingredients for. He doesn’t want to see, smell, or think about some of the combinations that your pregnancy hormones are making you crave. He loves you dearly, but he has some boundaries about it. 

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

love me tender...or maybe not: happily ever after

pairing: cupid!Wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut, supernatural!AU, established relationship!AU - minors dni.

warnings: mild public indecency, impregnation kink, breeding, multiple creampies (they are WHORES), mentions of ovulation, pregnancy and kids, dirty talk, use of petnames, manhandling, oral (f rec), crying (it’s happy tears dw), marriage kink (yes you read that right), body worship, cockwarming, wonwoo is a fucking SIMP

word count: ~2.2k

summary: sometimes, fairytales do come true in real life.

Author’s note: surprise bitch i bet u thought you’d seen the last of him HAHA (okay but this is seriously the finale) - major thanks to @playmetheclassics​, @sluttyminghao, @duhnova​, @idyllic-ghost​ and @flowerwonu for proofreading (and screaming) this fic <33

p.s.: happy wonu day🥺

series taglist: @enhacolor​​ @misssugarlips​​ @flowerwonu​​ @duhnova​​ @heartkyeom​​ @junkissed​​ @himbocoups​​ @wonwussy​​ @idyllic-ghost​​​

nsfw taglist: @rosecult​​ @bibinnieposts​​ @ovai​​ @littlemisssarcastic21​​ @tinkerbell460​​ @jonghyuns-husband​ @romromthedeer​​ @y00nzin0​​ @llsiriusminorisll​​ @booyouwhore17​ @lovelyhan​ @luvv4svt​ 

​​© multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.

The feeling of the sea breeze gently brushes over your skin, a satisfied hum vibrating in your chest as you flip through the photo album in your hands.

Your cheeks almost hurt from constantly smiling while looking at the pictures of your wedding day - which feels like it happened just yesterday (re: it’s been a month). 

Your heart melts every time your eyes fall on the captured moments of you and Wonwoo dancing and kissing each other during the party, the black and white wedding suit making him look even more angelic than he already is. A few snorts escape from you when you notice a few pictures of Seungkwan and Dokyeom drunkenly singing their hearts out along with the music band and your nieces running around your wedding dress to play with the pearly white tulle - Every single of these moments shaped your wedding day into one of the best days of your life and you wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. 

“Basking in the sunlight, angel?” Wonwoo comes behind you and softly runs his hands over your shoulders and your arms.

“Mm-hm,” you lay against his abdomen, “Feels like I’m in heaven, to be honest.”

“Well, you are officially married to a creature made in Heaven, so you’re not far from there.” He laughs and leans down to press a chaste kiss on your lips, “Although you could spend more time with your dear husband rather than this album.” 

“Wonwoo, we’re literally 24/7 glued to each other,” you playfully roll your eyes, “If anything, we’ve barely gotten out of the room to take a walk through the island streets!”

“Can you blame me for wanting to enjoy some private time with my beautiful wife?” He kneels in front of you, hands running over your knees.

“You are so fucking horny, oh my God!” You threaten to hit Wonwoo with the wedding album, but he snatches it from your arms and puts it on the tiled floor.

"Yes I am so fucking horny because I have a fucking gorgeous woman by my side with heaven between her legs." His hands climb towards your inner thighs, but you yelp and instinctively push him away with your feet.

"Fuck!" Wonwoo yells before landing into the mini pool with a splash and you gasp, covering your mouth with your hands.

"Oh my God, Wonwoo! Are you okay?!" You get up from your seat and crouch down on the edge of the pool, when you feel a pair of strong arms pulling you into the water and you let out a shriek before falling in the pool with your husband.

"Are you crazy?!" You splash water on his face.

"That's what you get for pushing me away." Wonwoo smirks and pulls you flush to his wet body, pressing kisses all over your neck, his hands roaming your waist and your ass.

"W-Wonwoo! The clothes!" You squeal, the linen fabric of your dress clinging on your body like second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"It's just water, sweetheart," he pecks your cheek, "Don't worry your pretty head about it."

He keeps pecking your cheeks, his lips inch closer to your mouth and you're certain of the direction things are about to take.

"Nonu…" you half moan when he gently pushes your bodies towards the edge of the pool, trapping you between the tiled wall and his firm body, his soaked shirt showcasing his chiseled torso.

"Perhaps you wish to continue inside, darling?" He looks at you with his signature playful glint (the one he developed after you showed him how nice it feels to actually fuck) and you grin, slipping away from his embrace to get out of the pool and stand on your own two feet.

"It would be a shame to wet the floor in the room, though," you twirl a wet strand around your finger and play with the hem of your dress, raising it just enough to reveal your lacy panties.

With one jump, Wonwoo is out of the pool and takes off his shirt and pants, not caring about being fully naked on the balcony of a private suite - where any unlucky passerby could spot him.

"You're crazy."

"You made me like this, Y/N," he slides the straps of your dress down your shoulders and the wet fabric pools around your legs, "Crazy for you and your pretty, pretty pussy." 

He picks you up in his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist, carrying you all the way to the double sized bed, gently laying you down. He leans over you, kissing his way down your body, worshipping it like the finest piece of art he has ever laid he eyes on.

"Please don't stop, angel, please!" you whimper and thread your hand into his dark brown hair, gasping when he rips your lacy thong in half to expose your heated core.

"I could never deny you when you beg so prettily for me, sweetheart." Wonwoo looks up from between your thighs and kneels once more, throwing your legs over his broad shoulders.

The moment you feel his tongue dive between your lower lips, you're a goner.

Wonwoo doesn't hesitate to get messy with his mouth when he goes down on you - his oral skills have progressed exponentially, yet he eats you out with the same eagerness and excitement as the first time.

Except he's not your boyfriend anymore, but your husband for life.

"I could perish in your pussy, baby, I really could," he moans before licking a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit, "I swear I can still taste myself on you."

The last phrase makes you clench around emptiness and it definitely doesn't go unnoticed by him. His hands are glued on your waist, occasionally flattening his palms on your stomach, a thing he has been doing a lot lately (you still have to ask him about it).

"And here I thought I was the only indecent one." Wonwoo purrs against your pussy as he makes out with your clit.

"You're s-still very much indecent, mister!" You whine as he sucks your clit with his lips.

"And you're not?"

"Not as much as y-you!"

"What's that? My wife being a dirty little liar?" He detaches his mouth, licking his lips in the lewdest way possible.

"I'm not lying!" You protest and try to push his head down, but he's much stronger than you. 

"Sweetheart…" he gives you a warning as he climbs over you and traps your wrists above your head with one hand, "You're still acting like a dirty little liar." 

"Then tell me why you think I'm a liar." You taunt him and he scoffs, biting his bottom lip.

"I know for a fact that your pretty brain shortcircuits whenever my cock stuffs your messy little pussy full with cum and all you can do is beg and beg and beg for more," Wonwoo grinds his already stiff cock on top of your clit, forcing your hips to buck upwards, "Just yesterday, you made me cum inside you at least three times - you remember that, don't you, sweetheart?"

Of course you do. How could you forget? It was literally the first thing you did after arriving at the suite.

"W-Wonwoo-"

"What is it, darling?"

"I'm ovulating."

These two words are enough to make your husband freeze on his spot yet make his cock twitch like crazy.

"Do you….wanna rephrase that?"

"For fucks sake, I want you to put a fucking baby in me!" You squeal, cheeks flushing from embarrassment.

"Is that so, darling?" He flashes an almost devilish smile before sliding his cock inside you, drawing one of the most sinful noises he has ever heard from your mouth.

"You want me to make you a mommy? Then so be it," he stands up and tilts your hips upwards, just enough to feel his tip deeper with each thrust, "Gonna fill up your pretty hole until it's gushing everywhere around the room."

Wonwoo sets a steady yet strong pace, bullying his cock inside you as he watches your face morph into all sorts off blissful and fucked out expressions, his heart swelling with pride. 

“Baby, you f-feel so good inside me, fuck!” You grip his wrists, nails digging in his skin.

“I know, sweetheart, trust me,” your husband fucks you with slow yet deep thrusts, “I can make it feel even better.”

He pulls out of you and you whine in protest, but he shushes you with a quick kiss on your lips, followed by a cat-like grin. He pats your thigh and scoot closer to the headboard of the bed, giving him enough space to kneel on the mattress.

“Lift your hips up, darling,” he grabs one of the pillows above your head and slides it under your waist, “That’s it, baby.”

“Someone has done plenty of research.” You giggle when Wonwoo throws your legs over his shoulders again. That giggle morphs into a whiny moan when he folds you into the mating press, effortlessly sliding his cock back in your drenched pussy.

The suite room is filled with pornographic sounds and images alike - Wonwoo groans deeply with each thrust he delivers, his fingers tightly laced with yours.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum-"

"Fuck, already?" 

"Y-Yeah, shit!" Wonwoo grits his teeth, "I'm gonna cum straight into your pussy, darling."

"Fuck, please do it, Nonu, please!" You plead him, clutching his hands tighter than before.

He topples over the edge and almost crushes you with his body weight, his cock spurting ropes after ropes of cum inside you. His lips are attached to your neck, licking and sucking your skin to claim it with his marks.

"That was….fuck." You breathe out and pet his hair, thighs practically screaming from pain.

"You mean this round, right?" He chuckles against your skin and your cheeks heat up, eyes widening.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, sweetheart…." Wonwoo lets out a throaty laugh as he raises his torso and pushes your legs flat on your chest.

"How am I supposed to put my angel babies in you with just one round?"

He most definitely didn't lie about multiple rounds, let alone multiple loads in your pussy.

You're both laying on the bed, half of the sheets bunched up around you on the mattress and half fallen down on the floor. The entire suite looks almost like a warzone - scattered crimson red feathers and stains of cum littered all over the bedroom, plus a few scratched furniture surfaces and an one broken chair.

"Wonwooooo….." you mumble, feeling utterly drained, yet fully satisfied.

"I can barely move my body…." he mutters back, "But it feels nice, heh."

"You bet it does," you smile tiredly, slowly dragging your hand through his messy hair.

"Kinda miss your lavender hair."

"I could always dye it back, you know."

"Yeah, but that would fry your scalp, Nonu."

"You would prefer it if I gave the poor priest a heart attack during the ceremony?"

"Okay no, that would be too much." You both erupt into giggles, looking at each other fondly.

"It feels like a fairytale," you admit and lace your hand with his, "You and me, married and spending our honeymoon in Santorini - You get me?"

"Well, almost."

"Almost?"

"Almost, because it's not a fairytale," Wonwoo pulls you closer to his body, wrapping his free arm around your waist, "It's real. You and me are real, just like the rings on our fingers, Y/N."

You take a look on your entwined hands, noticing the angel-winged engagement ring and you feel a stray tear roll down your cheek.

"Hey hey, why are you crying now?" Wonwoo wipes your tear away with his thumb.

"I'm just," You let out a quiet laugh, "Really proud of us, you know? We've come so far, the two of us."

"Well, it's all thanks to you and your dirty little antics." He grins and pecks the tip of your nose.

"As if your curiosity didn't contribute!" You protest, but let out a groan of pain when you make an abrupt move.

"Yeah yeah, of course it did." Wonwoo playfully rolls his eyes.

"But you don't regret it, do you?"

"Now you're just fucking with me."

"We've been doing that all day long, Wonwoo."

"I know, sweetheart," he smirks and pulls your thigh over his hip, sliding his cock back in your abused pussy.

"W-Won, I can't take any more orgasms, I'm serious!" You mewl as your pussy throbs around his shaft.

"Baby I'm just making sure you're nicely filled up and keeping my cum safe in you."

"I swear to God, you're an incubus in disguise, Jeon."

"We'll see that in a few years, darling."

"What's gonna happen in a few years?" You raise your eyebrow in question.

"Our kids will have their own set of pretty angel wings, just like their Daddy." 

"For a cupid, you sound pretty dumb."

"Says you who got fucked dumb just a while ago," Wonwoo whispers against your jaw, ghosting his soft lips over your skin.

You can't bring yourself to form a snarky reply. Instead, you let yourself melt into his embrace, warmth spreading inside and outside of your body thanks to your husband.

You're one step before boarding the train to dreamland when you hear the softest whisper from Wonwoo's lips:

"I love you so much, Y/N."

You flash him one more warm smile before letting Morpheus travel you to other places.

"I love you too, Nonu."

[enzo-morlaes]

( clayton cardenas, cis male, he & him ) — is that really enzo morales? i thought so, since i heard loose control by teddy swims blasting just now. well, welcome to cole, wyoming! what brings you here as a 38 year-old? a job as a owner at go green auto services? wonderful. we’re glad to have you. talk around town is you can be a little stubborn, but i myself believe you’re more kindhearted… but is it true that you got a girl pregnant at fifteen & grew up within the foster system and made yourself a life from scratch? wild. well, i’ll let you get back to it!

tw: adoption, tw: teen pregnancy, tw: foster system

Enzo Raymond Morales was born on April 26th in 1984. At least that’s what he’s been told all his life. You see, Enzo honestly had no idea if that was even his real name. He had grew up within the foster system. The thirty-eight year old was placed in the system the moment he was taken away from his birth mother’s arms. Because of this, Enzo grew up tough. He grew up in Manhattan, New York and had to learn how to fight and stay strong. He learned how to take care of himself.

The social worker named Robin who had taken care of him all his childhood, they had formed a special bond since day one, and if you tried to argue then you’d be wrong since Enzo considered Robin to be his “mother.” He wasn’t the best in school, always getting into fights and getting into trouble but Robin still stuck by him. She made sure he succeeded and even though the man didn’t get straight A’s he got some good B’s and C’s. Though he was a loner, always have been and probably always will be. As Enzo kept to himself, he found that he really loved fixing things. Anything with his hands. If something was broken, then Enzo would fix it. It was a hobby that he had picked up and was quite good at it.

It was mostly cars. While fixing cars Enzo was able to get his hands dirty. He was able to get distracted. Distracted from love, but that was far from the truth. At just sixteen years old, when things were going good for a bit, he had met and fallen in love with someone named Olivia Wells. They were mad for each other, and Robin tried to advise him against it, considering they were going too fast but Enzo didn’t care. He was happy. For the first time in his life, Enzo was happy. He and Olivia were together for a few years, but at seventeen she found out she was pregnant. Enz had gotten her pregnant. Terrified and broke, he supported her with whatever she chose. They eventually decided to break up and Enzo slipped up again. Not knowing that she gave their child up for adoption. Getting into fights, getting into trouble once more was a bad habit he had resurfaced. However, Robin made him go straight to work. She made him fall in love with fixing cars again and getting his hands dirty. After high school, and after his situation with Olivia, it was straight to work for him. Enzo went to work in a shop fixing up cars and bikes and any other motor vehicle. He loved it honestly, and it paid enough for him to save up but not just enough to rent his own place so he would always crash at Robin’s.

However, Enzo took up a second job which was bar tending and he thoroughly enjoyed it. That finally did it and Enzo put his first down payment on a place in Brooklyn, New York. Though nights were lonely and he filled that loneliness with different girls throughout the week, women he’s flirted with at the bar he was working at. No one ever really stuck. That was until he had met one girl, one girl whom he tried so hard not to fall in love with. They were usually one night stands with the women he’s slept with throughout the years and throughout his time in Brooklyn, but this women? No. She was it for him and he knew it and it terrified him. He was ready to propose and though before he could pop the question, the women disappeared.

Enzo was devastated honestly and he realized that he wasn’t cut out to be committed or tied down to just one person. So, in order to clear his mind the man took a vacation for first time in his life. For some reason that spot was Wyoming and Enzo found Cole and the man has never left. Cole soon became home. Still a loaner, the man opened up his own sop called Go Green Auto Services, and continues to bar tend on the side in town. Enzo has been here for five years. He still keeps in touch with Robin, and is forever grateful for her and her husband Chip who has helped him along the way. He has no interest in finding out about his biological parents or the two women who have broken his heart.

[bhsiwoo]

heylo again! this is xydo (juyeon's mun) bringing you my second muse and oldest son, jeong siwoo, the owner of eternity. he's a bit more on the tragic side of my muse spectrum but i hope you love him as much as i do! read under cut for more info and hit the like button if you'd be keen to interact!

dossier / bio / plot / moodboard

BASICS !

jeong siwoo, thirty years old, a widow of three years now and the famous owner of eternity.

he is someone who knows and is well aware of his growing entrepreneurship and wealth amongst society. needless to say, he doesn't fear the main three house but that doesn't mean he wants to fuck around with them. he draws a professional line with the three houses (or basically anyone per say) and does not have any interpersonal relationships with anyone from those household, mainly because it saves him the headache of any unwarranted drama. he does however enjoy tea ceremonies hosted by yeon and is well aware of who is behind yeon but doesn't snitch due to their mutual business relationships (siwoo enjoys teas and tea ceremonies but offers no gossips. yeon gets to host his ceremonies at eternity's private room in exchange).

tw / death. he was in an arranged marriage with his now deceased wife when they were both twenty four and twenty five respectively. despite it being arranged, they were both very much in love. his belated wife passed away just roughly two years into their marriage from being medically poisoned. she was also in her fifth month term of pregnancy.

in present time, he's being pressured to remarry so that there's an heir to inherit eternity but siwoo has no plans to remarry anyone due to his deep infatuation and remorse over his belated wife. instead, he's secretly seeking for adoption of a possible heir or to bring in a mentee whom he will name as an heir. (wanted connection!)

backgrounds on eternity: siwoo was in his late seventeen when he inherited the no name hotel from his late father, leaving him an orphan as well. the no name hotel is then revamped by seventeen year old siwoo who then renamed it to be [eternity]. it's a miracle how eternity managed to get its fame that there were rumors that siwoo had been associated to shamans, people who practice dark magic/supernatural beings, or even that he lured people to his property. others have said that when a nearby prince who had been undercover/traveling to beonhwa had fallen sick, it was whatever is going on at eternity that the royalty recuperated well. no one truly had known how eternity had got its fame especially after the change in reign, and siwoo refuses to budge when prompted or asked to comment on the rumors. what matters now is that the reservation list will always be occupied and unless you know siwoo personally, one may have to wait even over a year to be able to stay at eternity for even just a day.

INTERACTIONS !

siwoo can be found in formal events amongst the main houses, or even cultural/private events that is hosted by the orchid opera houses. he hates attending formal events but has to 'show his face' out of courtesy when required, whereas he enjoys the later since his late wife was fond of performances, particularly involving traditional korean instruments. it would be nice to write a plot where he gets called out on attending formal events where he shows his disdain as much as he hides it, or alternatively if y our muse and him would somehow always be seatmates for shows at the opera house!

honorable guests at eternity. while he owns it, it doesn't necessarily mean he's there 24/7; trusting his management and staff well for things to be in control. finding him there is a sort of an honor which your muse is bestowed? casual conversation, or even attempts of flirts (for muses above twenty seven) ensues? alternatively: he gets mistaken as a guest in his own busi and your muse thinks he's a tourist, hence an impromptu travel guide around beonhwa

someone who looks up to him and wants him to be a mentor or sort (without the naming of heir part)

down the line, a possible fling or someone he has fwb with (for muses that are 27-30), will have to work on trust and chemistry for this

alternative take, your muse having a harmless crush on him that's definitely one-sided and won't be reciprocated by siwoo if you want to sign your muse up for some angst

someone he has business-to-societal benefits with. your muse who makes an appearance with him as his plus one to boost their own name/social standing while he gets insight on the main family/things that could boost eternity's standing and profit.

someone who constantly sees him by the beach alone, wondering why he comes here so often to stare at the scenery before leaving without doing anything in particular) a rather personal angst plot which involves talks of death

someone who thinks of him as a friend? and alternatively, a take where they no longer are friends especially after his late wife passed.

maybe someone who visually resembles his wife a lot and that makes him delirious in a way? (don't particularly need to be a romance connection) but will def go for the angst route

someone from the main house that he works with for a mutual benefit relationship with between siwoo helping the house and them helping with eternity's fame and profit

[cecexwrites]

Prompt: A/B/O TW: Kidnapping (I was going to use it for that originally but shhh) A/B/O, forced pregnancy threat, death of a loved one

Her hand grew colder with each passing moment. 

Scarlett knew she needed to get up, to move, to leave the damned house but she couldn't bring herself to let go. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping down onto the floral print duvet her grandmother had owned for as long as Scarlett could remember. Very little in the house had changed over the past seventeen years- eighteen. She realized as the red digital numbers on the old clock next to the bed changed over from 11:59 to 12:00. It was Midnight. She was eighteen. 

She jumped, finally letting go of her grandmother's hand at the sound of the pounding on the door. 

"Scarlett." A man's voice called out from the other side of the door. She peeked her head out of Grandmother's room, he was so loud, it was as if he'd already busted through the door but no- it was still in place. The floral curtains- a different floral pattern from the bedspread, were in place even. She couldn't see him through the little window. 

'BAM BAM BAM' The pounding resumed and that spurred her into action. Scarlett ran across the hall to her room, grabbing her school backpack from the floor, she dumped it upside down, a mess of textbooks and papers falling out. Number two pencils bounced away, rolling under the bed and under my dresser. She shook it twice before deciding it was good enough and grabbed a handful of stuff from the dresser drawers, not even paying attention to what. She zipped the bag, grabbing her old red hoodie from the desk chair, and ran out-

"Fuck." Scarlett cursed, turning and running back. She slid down to the floor, nearly crawling under the bed to try and find it. She patted around, her hand wrapping around something, she pulled it out with a cry of happiness- only to realize it wasn't what she wanted, it was the stupid little plastic vibrator Scarlett had shoplifted from the mall in the next town over on a dare. She threw it out of the way and reached again, this time she grabbed it in seconds. The photo album. The young woman clutched it to her chest and rolled to get up. That was when she heard the unmistakable sound of wood splintering as they finally got the front door open. She ran to the window, forcing it open and Scarlett tried to climb out. 

Hands gripped at her ankles, too-sharp nails digging into her skin. She screamed and kicked out, connecting with a wrist. Someone cursed and that was one less set of hands pulling her back. She tossed the album out the window to properly free up her hands but something heavy came down on the back of her head- everything went black. 

The girl slumped, her body going limp. Cody was nursing his wrist- which she'd stomped. Helena removed her nails from Scarlett's ankle, little marks marring the smooth tan skin. Alaric looked down at the unmoving form of his woman. 

"Take her to the car." He ordered, picking up the backpack she'd dropped in her frenzy to get out of the room. Helena and Cody did just that, carrying her out as if she weighed nothing. "And one of you grab the book she threw out there." He snapped. He walked around the little bedroom, he'd never been in this house before. He hadn't been allowed. It was so- incredibly normal. Above the desk was a corkboard with a class schedule and pictures of her and her grandmother. It seemed rather sparse. He smirked, he could see the little holes where other pictures had once been tacked. He'd done a great job of taking care of her little friends. of making her a social pariah until he was so sure that she was his and only his.

He turned and his eyes zeroed in on a little bit of teal on the floor. He walked over, stooping down to pick it up. It was a small vibrator. The kind they sold outside of sex shops. One could buy them at the mall. He smirked and tucked it into his pocket. 

"I told you, Scarlett." He picked up the pillow from the bed, holding it up and inhaling deeply. "You. Are. Mine."

-------------------

Scarlett had no idea how long she had been out. But when she woke up, it wasn't gentle. She gasped awake, fighting out of instinct, to no avail. She was no longer being held by people. No, she was in a basement, or, she supposed, a dungeon. She was chained to the wall, something she'd find more disturbing if she weren't aware of the few ways to subdue a werewolf. 

"Alaric!" She screamed. "Alaric James you dirty rotten son of a bitch, get your flea-bitten ass in here now!" She demanded. There was a chuckle, as he did just that, opening the door and walking in. He closed it behind him, a tray of food in his hands. It wasn't until then that Scarlett realized how hungry she was, her stomach growling. 

"You rang?" He asked, walking over. He put the tray down on the floor near her, pushing it over with his foot. 

It was obviously heated-up frozen food. Something that looked like Salisbury steak. 

"You won't get away with this, Alaric. People will miss me, they're going to come looking for me." She warned. 

"And why would they do that?" He asked. "You're eighteen, you're allowed to run away, especially in times of grief."

Grandmother. The realization hit her like a train, a hole in her chest opening up, threatening to swallow her whole. She forced herself to put that in a box, she could mourn later. Right now, she had to deal with this. 

"They know I wouldn't-"

"Who is they?' He mocked, coming over and squatting down next to her. "Your friends? They hate you. You have no family anymore. And when your neighbors come home to find the letter on your computer and see the missing backpack. They'll know what happened." He smirked. 

"Letter?" 

"Letter, explaining that you just couldn't take the pain. That you've left, you might be back someday but for now, you just need space." He stood upright and grabbed the backpack from the floor-

"They'll see the broken door-"

"Already fixed it. You know you pack terribly." he unzipped it. "Fifteen pairs of underwear, two tank tops, a pair of shorts?" He quirked an eyebrow. "that's it."

"I was in a rush, some asshole was trying to break down my fucking door." Scarlett snapped. "And no one is going to believe that I would just run. That I would- oh god... is she still there just-"

"I left a tip, with the sheriff," Alaric answered the question she couldn't finish. 

"Why are you doing this?" Scarlett asked, her voice small.

"I told you, Little Wolf. You. Are. Mine. You've always been mine and you will always be mine. I couldn't touch you for the past eighteen years but now-"

"You still can't." Scarlett snarled. 

"There's that fire I love so much. But you will give me what I want."

"And what, exactly, is that?"

"Your body." He answered. "Your soul. Your heart may or may not follow I don't know quite frankly I do not fucking care, but sooner, rather than later, you're going to give it to me."

"The hell I will." Scarlett scoffed. 

"You will- because Little Wolf. Today was your eighteenth birthday. And when a wolf comes of age, they go through... changes."

"Changes? If this is the puberty talk, Alaric, save it, I've been through all that."

"I'm sure, but this is different." He leaned against the wall, looking her up and down slowly, making her painfully aware of what she was wearing. She'd been in pajama pants and a tank top when she'd tried to run. She had the hoodie on over it now- she wasn't sure if she had done that or if they had. "You'll be going into heat soon- really any time now."

"Heat?" Scarlett blanched. 

"Yes that's when-"

"I know what it is." She snapped. "I grew up on a farm." She reminded him. He held his hands up. 

"Then you know what you're going to need to soothe the ache."

"Nothing aches." 

"Yet." He pointed to a small fridge on one side of the room. "That's full of water, I will keep it stocked. Bathroom-" He pointed to the other side of the cell, there was a small bathroom, and in another corner was a cot. The look on her face must have said it all. "I don't want you to suffer- well... not that much. Also when you give in, I don't want to fuck someone who's filthy and too weak to function." He shrugged. 

"That isn't going to happen." She rolled her eyes. He simply smirked and walked out, she heard the sound of a heavy lock sliding into place. She kicked the food away and stood. The chains did provide enough slack for her to get to the bathroom and the fridge, but she couldn't quite reach the cot. 

"Asshole." She shouted at the door. She didn't know if he was close enough to hear it but it made her feel better. 

Left alone in the room she began to panic- what if he was right? What if no one came to find her? She swallowed hard and looked at the discarded food. 

"Fuck." She sat up, picked up her plastic fork, and started to eat. He wanted her strong. fine, she'd fight her way out then. 

Day 1

"Alaric!" He couldn't hear her until he was right at the door. There was a camera in the room, one that only he had access to, but he hadn't been watching that, he'd been picking up her next meal, and carrying it down to the reinforced basement. There were two cells down there. One was for new wolves, wolves who couldn't be trusted out in the woods yet, the other was for the women when they went into heat if they were unmated. That was where Scarlett was kept

He unlocked the door and walked in, closing the door behind him. 

Scarlett glared at him from the floor. Yes, he knew her chains didn't reach the bed, that was on purpose. There was an empty tray kicked across the room and three empty bottles of water. 

"Good girl." He smirked. If glaring harder was possible, he knew that was what she'd be doing. 

That made him incredibly happy. He didn't want a broken shell of a mate. He wanted her fire, her passion, that was what bored him about Rose, Scarlett's mother. She had been broken by her mate, nothing but a submissive wolf. Alaric wanted his woman to submit, of course, but he wanted to see the flames in her eyes while doing so. 

"Don't call me that." She ordered. "Also- I know what you're doing." He quirked an eyebrow. "You're turning up the heat to try and sweat me out. It's not going to work, Alaric." His second eyebrow joined the first. 

"Is that so?" He asked. He brought over the tray of food, putting it down next to her. He picked up the old one as well as the empty bottles. 

"Yes. That is so." She rolled her eyes. He could see it, the flush to her skin, a slight sheen of sweat and he could smell it, the traces of heat. 

"I'll remember that." He promised, smirking and turning around, going back upstairs. 

Cody was sprawled out on the couch, flipping TV channels. Helena was in the kitchen, serving up food for everyone else. Alaric walked over to the thermostat on the wall and tapped the screen a few times, the basement was at the same temperature as the rest of the house, he turned it down a few degrees. 

"How's it going?" Cody asked, glancing back. 

"All according to plan."

Day 2

Scarlett was pretty sure she could feel every nerve in her body. And they were all overheating. She had taken her hoodie off- as best she could with the chains still around her wrists. the neckline of her tank top was dark with sweat. She hadn't slept since being thrown down here. she could feel herself losing her grip on reality. 

There wasn't a clock in the room. She had no idea what time it was, she didn't know for sure how long she had been there. She had a bottle of water in her hands, she'd drank so much more water today than she had before. She was desperate for the cold relief. 

"It's not going to help." She hadn't heard Alaric open the door, but she didn't need to, the moment he stepped in, she could feel it- the heat burning her body from the inside out turned up to 20. She squirmed, angry about the feeling of dampness between her legs. She knew he could smell it- she could smell it. "There is only one thing that can help relieve it."

"Fuck you." She snapped. 

"Exactly that." He grinned. He had a box of water, which he took to the fridge, refilling it. 

"You know that's not what I meant." She tipped her head back, chugging the rest of the cold water. "I just need-"

"Here." He walked over and squatted down, plucking something out of his pocket. This may help. He dropped it on her lap and it took her a moment to recognize what it was. The vibrator, the stolen vibrator. 

"You're such an asshole." She picked it up and tossed it over to the side. 

"So you've said." He smirked. "I can fix this for you, Little Wolf." He offered. "Say the word and I'll make it all go away."

"Don't touch me." She ordered. His smirk turned to a grin and he stood. 

"Whatever you say." He held his hands up in surrender and gathered the empty bottles, taking them out of the room, and locking the door behind him. 

Day 5

Scarlett was pretty sure this was how she was going to die, she was going to melt into a disgusting puddle on the floor in this dungeon. She was sweating- she kept drinking water to help with the burning- every one of her nerves felt like they were on fire, and that meant more sweating. Finally, she decided, she had to do something. She couldn't keep going on like this. Every touch to her skin felt like a hot poker that shot electricity straight down to her pussy. 

She had just picked up the little teal vibrator when the door opened and Alaric walked in. He carried another case of water. He dropped it next to the fridge and turned to look at her, her hand still wrapped around the toy. 

"It's not going to work." He warned. 

"It has to do something." She insisted. "I just need this to stop." The last word came out as more of a sob than anything. 

"It won't." He walked over, squatting down next to her again. This time she didn't tell him to fuck off or scream for him not to touch her. She was overwhelmed by his presence, his scent, his everything. He took the toy from her hand and with his other hand guided it to the bulge in his sweatpants. "You need this. More specifically, you need this, or what will be there." He stroked her hand from the tip to the base. 

"I don't know what that means." She admitted. 

"I know you don't, but your wolf does." He let go of her wrist, pleased when it took her an extra couple of seconds to pull her hand away. This was a good sign. "I'll make you a deal, Little Wolf." He offered. 

"What?" She asked, her chest heaving. It was taking far more energy than it should to deny him. Even though in her heart and soul she knew that giving in would completely change everything. And not for the better. 

Alaric grinned as she at the very least was ready to hear him out. He held the little vibrator up between his middle and pointer fingers. 

"We use this. Let me prove to you that it won't be enough. It's not going to satiate you, the wolf in you needs my cock. But I'm willing to entertain your games." he turned the toy on, he'd put in new batteries before bringing it down, so when it came to life, it was strong. He ran it up her slit over her pajama pants and the panties underneath and that alone had her crying out in pleasure. "What do you say, Little Wolf?" He grinned. 

"Fine- yes, fucking fine. Just make it stop." She choked out. 

Fucking finally. He turned off the toy and pulled his knife out of his boot. He slid it through her tank top- slicing through the thin material like butter, her bra was next. If he was going to do this, he was going to fucking enjoy it. He snagged the keys to the cuffs that kept her chained and popped them open as well, so the hoodie, tank top, and bra could slide down off her arms, leaving her top half bare. 

He dropped the knife and the keys, picking her up with one arm, the other hand grabbing the toy back up. To the bed, they went. It seemed like a rickety thing but it was much stronger than it looked as he dropped her onto it, climbing up on top of her. 

"Alaric." She whined. He pressed his lips to her collarbone and she pushed him off. "No, just the toy." She snapped. 

He laughed, stepping down from the bed and yanking her pajama pants off swiftly. The smell of her arousal, her need filled the room and he was harder than ever. He was concrete in his pants. 

He ripped her panties off- literally, they were soaked with her arousal and driving him mad. He threw them to the side and spread her legs. Fuck- He turned on the toy again, running it up her inner thigh. She whimpered, arching her back up, her hips rising-

He slowly trailed it up, listening to her whimper and whine. 

"Alaric." She gasped. 

"Yes?" He trailed it back down, away from her pussy. 

"Please-"

"Please what, Little Wolf?"

"Please... please use the toy, please." She let out a soft, choked sound and he relented, pressing the plastic and silicone to her clit. She cried out right away, her hand slamming up against the wall as her nerves- already red hot turned up to 50. He almost felt bad, knowing it wasn't going to be enough. 

She would cum, almost definitely. That was just the nature of the human body but the heat would be going nowhere. If anything he thought this might make it worse. But He couldn't wait any longer. Either she was going to go mad or he was. As it stood he was snapping at everyone, he nearly tore the cabinet doors off the hinges looking for a plate this morning even though the plates were in the same place they had always been. 

His mate was in heat and he couldn't do anything about it. 

He could have, he supposed. She was small enough it would have taken nothing to hold her down and take her regardless of what she wanted. And he had been tempted. yesterday when he brought her some more water she'd been on the floor with her legs spread open the he'd nearly ripped her clothes off right then and there. But he knew His Little Wolf. If he did that, that would be the end. There would be no talking her into joining them. And a mate kept in the dungeons for the rest of her life wasn't really something he wanted. 

He would have done it if he had to but it wasn't preferred. 

This, however- this was going to get him what he wanted. She propped her feet up on the bed, her legs open wide, her knees bent, lifting herself up to press tighter against the toy. He ran it up and down her slit slowly, a question in his mind. 

"Little Wolf?" He asked, his voice low. She made a noise in response. "Have you ever pushed the toy inside?" He asked curiously. "Have you ever tried?" He knew she hadn't fucked that boy from town. Her friend or whatever. Alaric had dragged that out of him while beating him to remind him to stay far the fuck away from Scarlett

"Not- Your business." She huffed. He quirked an eyebrow, pulling the toy back. Her hand shot down, wrapping around his wrist to pull him back to her. 

"Answer the question, Little Wolf," he ordered. She was strong, of course, but he was stronger by far. She pulled a little harder but realized quickly that it was no use. 

"Dick." She snapped. 

"I can give you that too, if you're giving in." he teased. She dug her nails into his hand

"No. I haven't... done that." She admitted. He quirked an eyebrow. Well, that was certainly interesting. Good information to have. He wasn't going to give her that either then. He pressed it to her clit again, watching as her breathing shallowed out, his cock twitching against his pants as he watched his Mate cum. She cried out, her hand still wrapped around his. 

Her hips lowered back down to the bed, and she let go of him, she let out a relieved sigh as the sweet relief of orgasm washed over her. 

"You were wrong." She laughed. "This is better, this is much better" She closed her eyes, he was sure she'd barely slept at all recently. Hell he had barely slept at all, it was only fair that she was the same. 

"You'll see." He warned, standing up. The moment she opened her eyes and looked at him- the relief was gone, She could see him straining against his pants and that set her body on fire all over again. Her stomach sank as she realized- it was true. 

Well, it might not be. Maybe his cock wouldn't work. Maybe this was just her new reality, this wasn't going to go away. Though the very possibility of that made her stick to her stomach. She wouldn't survive. 

Maybe she didn't want to. 

"So?" He asked his hands on his hips. She licked her lips, her eyes on the bulge in his pants, At least she got to know she was affecting him as badly as he was to her. She shook her head, closing her eyes, trying to erase the image of him. "Alright, if that's your choice." She could hear the sound of his feet against the stone floor. 

"Wait!" She couldn't stop the word from escaping. She sat up and opened her eyes, he hadn't moved. He smirked, his eyes trailing over her body again. 

"Yes, Little Wolf?" he asked. 

"I fucking hate you." She informed him. 

"I'm okay with that." He really was as long as she understood she needed him. She looked at the door and then back at him. 

"You win." 

"I win?" He quirked an eyebrow at her. He knew what she meant, what she was saying, but he wanted to hear her say it, He wanted to hear the words out of her mouth. She pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at him. "Say it, Little Wolf."

"Fuck me." Scarlett forced the words out through clenched teeth. "I want you to fuck me." Alaric grinned, victorious. 

"I will, but I get to do it my way. How I want to do it. I get to take you however I want. All. Night." He demanded. Scarlett glared up at him but she knew he was going to get his way, she couldn't take this any longer

"Fine." She agreed, clenching her jaw. That was all he wanted. 

"Then we have a deal, Little Wolf. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, Followed quickly by his pants. He wasn't wearing anything under the jeans, he tugged them down his legs and when he stood, his cock bobbed long and thick and proud. 

"Holy..." She muttered, her eyes widening at the sight. She'd seen a cock before, she and Jamie had... messed around a little before. But it had never gone this far, and Jamie wasn't- nearly this big. She swallowed hard, her mouth-watering and her body burning as he walked over to the bed. 

"Give me your hand." He ordered. She didn't even think about it, holding her hand out to him. He took it and wrapped it around his cock. It was soft- but fuck it was hard at the same time. 

"What-" He slowly moved her hand up the length to the base. 

"This is what you want. Down here. because when I fuck you, and when I cum, this is going to expand inside you. It's going to trap me deep inside of you- until I fully empty out."

"No. No, you don't get to do that-"

"We don't have a choice, even if I didn't want to see how much cum you can hold- which believe me, Little Wolf, I absolutely do, my body will do it regardless."

"But that could lead to-" She stopped her eyes widening even more. 

"It could." He agreed. No, it couldn't. They had a witch who provided them with potions, it was like birth control from the other side- it meant that they wouldn't be impregnating their women every time they went into heat. And he had been taking it ever since they dragged Scarlett into the home. But she didn't need to know that. He was ready to make her worry, to make her think that she could be pregnant. 

"Alaric-"

"You already agreed to everything." He yanked her up by her arm, pulling her up into a kiss. She started to resist, but her hormones took over- her body realizing it was going to get what it had been demanding for days now. When she melted against him, he knew it was over, he was going to get everything he wanted without too much more of a fight tonight. Of course with Scarlett, she was likely to fight just for the fun of it and he was okay with that. 

He pushed her to lay back and she pouted at the kiss being broken, but his lips trailed down her neck, down her chest. His tongue flicked over her hard nipples and she pressed a hand over her mouth to hold back the moan. He reached up, yanking her hand down to the bed. 

"I want to hear you, Little Wolf, I want the whole goddamn house to hear you." He growled. She whimpered, but didn't try to cover her mouth again as he made his way down her body again, nipping at the soft, smooth skin of her stomach before making it down to the juncture between her legs. 

Fuck she smelled incredible, and she was so fucking wet, it was all he could do to stop himself from taking her right there. Saying fuck the foreplay and fucking her until she lay limp in his arms unable to so much as twitch a finger. 

But that wasn't nearly as satisfying as making her enjoy it, as making her love every single second of depravity he was ready to dump on her. To make her crave it like a drug. 

He pulled her closer to him by her hips and buried his face between her legs, gripping her body tightly to keep her from pulling away. 

She cried out, her legs spreading wider and her hands shot down to Alaric's hair, gripping the dark strands tightly between her fingers. He could see it in his mind- when he'd grabbed her her nails had been freshly painted a dark blue shade and he'd seen over the past few days how it chipped and peeled and now those nails were scratching against his scalp in the most perfectly maddening way. 

He ate with fervor, his tongue working her clit and her cunt back and forth, devouring every bit of arousal and cum from her slit like it was the finest of wines and he honestly thought it could be. Sweet and delicious. 

She tugged harder on his hair, He knew she was close. This was her first real time being touched and she was already over-sensitive from the orgasm she'd already had. He could tell when she was close, her leg muscles tightening, Her cries grew louder, He nipped at her clit and that was the end- she screamed out, her back arching up off the bed as if possessed. He held her up like that until she she done, her body going limp but just for a moment before she was sitting up, yanking him up with a strength he didn't know she had, kissing him hard. 

"I swear to god, Alaric, if you don't end this soon I am going to kill you and find someone else to handle my problem." The very idea of it flashed in Alaric's mind and he growled- actually growled, pushing her back onto her back. He spread her legs and lined himself up with her pussy. She gasped as he slipped just the head inside, fuck she was tight. He wanted nothing more than to slam into her, to fuck the idea of any other man right out of her head- and he would- soon. She cried out in pain and pleasure as a thrust forced a few more inches of his cock into her, effectively taking her virginity. 

She let out a whimper, gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He pulled out a little, pushing back in- taking it decently slow until he was fully seated within her. 

"Fuck." He groaned, this was going to be amazing. She stretched around him so perfectly and he sat upright so he could really see it. "You look so good like this, Little Wolf." He delighted in the angry glare she sent his way at the 'compliment'. He did wait until she had relaxed a little to start moving, pulling out and thrusting back in. She was still tense so he didn't go at full speed. 

"More." She demanded- and if that was what she wanted, then he wasn't going to turn her down. He lifted her up by her hips a little so he could get better leverage and that was it- He began to fuck her in earnest, slamming their hips together at a speed that would have broken a normal, human woman. It was why he'd stopped taking human lovers years ago. They were so easily breakable. 

Scarlett, however, took it perfectly. She let out a cry of pleasure, her eyes closing as she let herself be lost in the pleasure- in knowing the hell that was heat was finally going to end, it felt like a bucket of the coldest, freshest water was being dumped over her in the best, most refreshing way. For the first time in days, she no longer felt like she was going to die. She felt like she was going to fly to the fucking moon. 

"Don't stop- Oh god." She cried as his fingers found their way to her clit, teasing that too. She reached down, grabbing his arm with one hand as if holding it there to keep him from taking it away, as if he had any plans to do that. Scarlett was beautiful, and she was even more so when she was cumming. 

And fuck was she cumming. Her hips bucked up against him and he had to hold on tight to keep from sealing against her and ending it here. No, he wasn't ready yet. He dug his own nails into his palm, waiting until she was done before flipping her over onto her hands and knees and entering her from behind. She buried her face into the bed and whined at the new angle, somehow she felt even tighter from this one, which was good. It meant she'd feel like he was even bigger. 

And fuck maybe he was, he felt like there was no way he wasn't swollen with how much cum he had built up over the past week of being denied. 

He wasn't soft or gentle to start with, not this time. No, he was done with that, he let his primal wolf instinct take over and he fucked her, hard and raw. Slamming into her, taking what he wanted. If not for their healing abilities, he knew she'd have bruises and marks all over her body and the idea of it just spurred him on, fucking her hard and faster. She didn't seem to have any complaints as not a single sound coming out of her were actual words. She was reduced to moans and cries of pleasure as he took her. 

He couldn't comprehend anything outside of his own pleasure anymore. Did she cum again? Maybe? Maybe more than once he couldn't be sure but he'd find out later. He could feel it building, threatening to explode as he slammed into her one last time, holding her against his body as he came- pleasure hitting him over and over in relentless waves. His knot grew, sealing her body to his and though she did cry out in pain, trying to move- it was no use. He held her hips tighter. 

"I told you what would happen." He reminded her, though quite frankly he didn't care. He was damp with sweat and so was she- the sheets were wet and her hair was a tangled mess. He toyed with a lock of her hair as they remained stuck like that, his fingers trailing down to her spine, over each little bump. She whimpered, letting her head fall back down to the bed. 

"I fucking hate you." She reminded him, her voice shaky. 

"Good, I prefer it that way." He answered. She huffed, closing her eyes. 

By the time his knot deflated, she was sleeping. He pulled out, a little stream of cum leaking out from her cunt, amazing, considering how much he'd stuffed her with. For a moment he regretted taking the potion. The idea of Scarlett being pregnant with his child drove him wild. 

But it was done, she was finally able to sleep, and her heat was contained. He picked her up and carried her out of the basement. He lay her down on his bed as he went to shower. 

Finally, she understood, she was his mate. Fate was inevitable and she would be warming his bed, at least once a month for presumably the rest of their lives. 

Laying on the bed, half asleep, her body too sore and tired to move, Scarlett was plotting. Fate be damned, even now she wasn't going to let him win. This Red Riding Hood wasn't going to bow to The Big Bad Wolf.