#I’m a sub Omega which like yeah

[shewhowillrise]

Omegaverse Quiz dropped

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[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

Jan 19th

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1. Hello, I have lost a fic! It was an arranged-marriage au where WWX marries into the Lan sect. During the wedding all the Lans refuse to look towards WWX which hurts him deeply. Later on LWJ explains it is Lan tradition for no one to look upon the bride until the husband has removed her veil. This was just one of many cultural differences between the Lan and Jiang that the fic explored. Overall I think the fic was kind of somber and angsty? Probably had a happy ending though. Any ideas?

FOUND? Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

FOUND? In Love and War by Cataclysmic_Calamity (E, 68k, wangxian, A/B/O, Canon Divergence, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Arranged Marriage, Kind of a slow burn, enemies to lovers ish, rampant sexual tension, WWX is a Menace to society and LWJ is doing his best, Miscommunication, past emotional abuse, Dubious Consent, Consensual Non-Consent, Semi-Public Sex, Anal Fingering, Dom/sub, Anal Sex)

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2. Hello, I need help finding a fic. I'm pretty sure I found this fic through your blog.

It's from Lan Wangji's perspective and takes place during the early sunshot campaign before Wei Wuxian's return. Wen outposts are attacked by some unknown entity and Lan Wangji goes to investigate. The culprit is a human shaped being covered in resentful energy. After a few confrontations Lan Wangji discovers that the being is an unconscious Wei Wuxian and finds a way to free him from the resentful energy. @bluekittenfire

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3. (First part added to an itmf) I cannot remember what it is called but there was one fic where WWX loses his foot/leg and the Wen build him a wooden prosthetic that I really enjoyed and am looking for more fics like this. Where characters are dealt a difficult hand but they work through it and yeah, any recs would be much appreciated thank you!

FOUND? we’re starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 92k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Golden Core Reveal, Burial Mounds, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Starvation, emaciation, Cannibalism, Self-Harm, Amputation, Suicidal Thoughts, Sunshot Campaign, let JZX and WWX be friends club)

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4. Hi! I’m sorry to bother you, but maybe you can help me? I’m looking for a fic where Wei Wuxian is fighting at what I remember to be Qiongqi Path. I think Jiang Cheng makes a smart remark (something like “Are you just gonna play your flute or you going to help us?!”) and Wei Wuxian stops playing his dizi long enough to give JC the finger… only for them to realise what it means that he’s stopped playing and a flute can still be heard. Not long after LWJ pulls Su She out of the foliage with the other flute.

Vaguely I remember it being a fix it fic where less people die than in canon.

If you can help with this I would appreciate it since it’s haunted me for days now! And even if not I hope you have a pleasant day. ^^ @jestingknights

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5. hi!! i’m been looking for a fic for days. i read it forever ago but it’s during the cloud recess study arc and in it lan xichen realizes how awful the jiangs are treating wwx and tries to subtly convince him to leave tywng and stay in gusu bc he knows how much lwj likes him and he sees how talented wwx is and knows he would be a good asset for any sect to have. a specific scene i remember is that lxc would pretend to accidentally bump into wwx to talk to him. and they would go on walks and lwj saw it and got jealous. i think lxc was lowkey manipulative but in a way where he was doing it to make wwx care enough about himself to leave the jiangs. it was not jiang clan friendly at all. i kno this is so vague sorry about that. but it’s driving me crazy how i can’t find it when i know ive read it more then once. thanks for any help u can give

FOUND? If 5 isn't 🔒💖 Hoards and treasures by apathyinreverie (T, 21k, WangXian, Siblings, Family, not particularly Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing, slightly darker Gusu Lans, LXC being the best brother, Some manipulation, But with the best of intentions, and not between wangxian, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Smitten LWJ, Fluff, perfect happiness, adorable WWX, Romance, Some worldbuilding, courting), it's very similar so here's hoping!

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6. Hello! I’m looking for a modern AU where WWX lives in and runs a theater, I believe LWJ is hosting his orchestra there for practice and for an event??? And it’s important that it’s successful to keep the theater open. I believe at some point, someone throws a rock or a brick through the front doors, and I believe the jiangs show up in the end and WWX confronts that. Im having such a hard time finding it or remembering more about it, and I’ve been looking for it for so long 🥲 @takemitchyleaps

FOUND? Talisman by Witch_Nova221 (M, 192k, WangXian, Modern AU, Eventual Romance, Theatre, Rock Band, Childhood Friends, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Spousal Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Stalking, Minor Character Death, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining)

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7. Hi! I hope doing this right, can tou help me find a fic ? I remember that the sects start making alliances because they notice how the Wens are acting. The Jiangs and the Lans are going to ally through marriage, the choice is up to LXC, but because he is jealous of LZ, thinking he never had it difficult, when WY is offered to the Lans, LXC decides to marry him to make LZ suffer, knowing LZ and WY like each other. LXC is the one whose core is melted and LSZ is LXC and WY's biological son. @old-rose-peonies

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8. There's a fic I vaguely remember reading, and I don't know what it's called. There's a scene where Lan Zhan is trying to help Wei Ying eat again (residual starvation stuff), and there's an NSFW scene with honey where Lan Zhan is trying to help Wei Ying associate eating with Good Things. That's the extent of my memory. If you could please help me find it, I'd greatly appreciate it! Thank you! @amynchan

Oh oh! I know exactly which fic this is because it was written based on a post of mine! It's actually WWX helping LWJ and was written by the wonderful InTheGreySpaces (thank you again for writing this beautiful fic~) 😊 Though I could be wrong so please let me know if this isn't it 😅 - Mod C

FOUND! 🧡 Sustenance of the Soul OR Five Times Lan Wangji Refused to Eat and One Time Wei Wuxian Convinced Him To by InTheGreySpaces (E, 9k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Pining, Eating Disorders, LWJ Has an Eating Disorder, and WWX is going to help him get past it, Inedia, Inedia used in the wrong way, LWJ's 33 Lashes Punishment, referenced as the cause of his eating problems, Submissive LWJ, Sort of?)

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9. Hello! I'm looking for a specific fic that I'm afraid might've been deleted. It's a modern au set in the 90s in California (possibly). The Spotify playlist "LWJ DJs your life 1999" goes with it. What I remember is that LWJ is both a goth club DJ and a cello player, WWX drives a terrible car, and the gang is looking to buy the perfect huge house to collectively live in. It might've been part of a series, there's a Halloween party bit where LWJ dresses up at a classic style gothic vampire and curates an extensive party playlist. Thanks for the help! @aceaviatrix

FOUND? The Quiet Room by trickybonmot (M, 39k, WangXian, Modern AU, 1990s, Goth LWJ, Cellist LWJ, College Student WWX, House Hunting, Dating, Clubbing, San Francisco, Implied/Referenced Past Child Abuse, Mental Health Issues, Academic Disaster Aftermath, Getting Together, Repressed Teen Crushes to Strangers to Lovers, Homelessness, in the form of couch surfing, background NieLan)

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10. For the next fic finder: I'm looking for a longer fic where the wens find shelter at the nie sect. It was part of a way bigger plot and some wangxian shenanigans, but wen qing and nie mingjue end up sleeping together, mainly because wen qing is cold and is like "might as well". I do remember that nie mingjue was trans, also. Anyone have any idea what fic that was?

FOUND? 💖 Uninvited by WithBroomBefore (M, 13k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it, hurt/comfort, sect leader jyl, sick fic, happy ending) specifically chapter 3

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11. Hi! I need help in looking for a fic where Nie Huaisang was the one who sacrificed his body and soul to summon Wei Wuxian back to life. Thank you @etutb

FOUND? Crowded by nirejseki (G, 1k, NHS & WWX, WangXian, WangXianSang, Canon Divergence, Different Body Offering Ritual, Atypical Relationship Dynamics, sentient sabers) this is a nhs sacrifice summon (gone sideways) fic

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12. Hello. I am looking for a fic where there was a finger trap? You know, the “thing that traps the victim's fingers (often the index fingers) in both ends of a small cylinder”? Anyway i cant remember if it was a tweetfic or a fic on ao3 but wangxian had their fingers in this 🥲🙏

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13. Hi, I don't normally lose fics but I lost this one: Post-Canon, Jiang Cheng basically goes round all the clans and tells them what was wrong with their defences during Sunshot and what they could do better. He also has some unkind words to say about Lotus Pier's organisation. It sounds like he's making enemies but he's really not. Any ideas, please? @solo----

FOUND? 🔒 The Cold Wind of Harsh Truth (or How We Nearly Lost the Sunshot Campaign): A Treatise by Icarus (T, 13k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Humor, Angst, JC digs and keeps digging, Zidian lore, Fun with talismans, JC-centric, Competence Kink, Strategy & Tactics, Cultivation Sect Politics, Arranged Marriage, Trauma, Logic, POV JC)

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14. Hi, I am looking for a fic set post-canon (I think). I remember Wei Wuxian maybe living in the jingshi, possibly teaching classes, but definitely going into Caiyi with Lan Wangji and during a festival Wangji wins a game and the prize is this ugly turtle statue that Wei Wuxian adores. They go on to prank Lan Qiren with the turtle statue. I loved this scene but I can’t remember what fic it came from, please help!

FOUND! I think 14for the fic finder is from the actual book. It sounds like the last extra chapter. / Not saying there isn't a fic involving it, but #14 sounds a lot like the Yunmeng extra in book five, as well. Ring toss, ugly turtle statue, and Wei Wuxian considering pranking Lan Qiren included. The only difference is the location. Your searcher may have mistaken it for fic, especially if they read translations online. / #14 is one of the extra chapters from the actual novel (Extra 7 in the official English translation)

I found a few similar fics with a turtle statue if you want to check them out ^^ - Mod C

The Turtle in the Lanshi by Brierilee (G, 1k, WangXian, Post Canon, POV LJY)

Jin Ling and the No Good Very Bad Terrible Year of Cloud Recesses Bullshit by cringewerewolf (T, 2k, WangXian, Juniors)

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15. hi!! looking for this funny fic based on a silly story. Lwj rejects wwx on a dating app accidently right in front of him, i think they're on an airport? they end up talking obvs and it's cute and funny @ilyweiwuxian

FOUND? Ticket to Ride by mistresscurvy (E, 18k, wangxian, Modern, Online Dating, Road Trips, Service Top, Phone Sex, Dick Pics, Wedding Banquet)

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16. Hey was hoping you guys may be able to help, I've been look for a fic I read awhile back idk if it got deleted or something but. It is a modern time wangxian fic with tattoo artist wei ying, his parents are alive too. But he ends up renting a boyfriend/ Lan wangji off a boyfriend renting site. They have misunderstandings but get through it, he even gives lan Zhan a lotus tattoo like his own and they get together officially in the end. @yilingpatriarchsimp

FOUND! Rent a Gege by wayward_wing (E, 12k, WangXian, Fluff and Angst, Smut, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, Getting Together, Older WWX, Younger LWJ, Mention of wangxian with others, WWX’s parents are alive, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Happy Ending, Blow Jobs, Riding, Skinny Dipping, eating ass, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex)

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17. I have lost a fic where Wei Wuxian is a catfish for sale and he helps jilted lovers get back at their exes. Su She hires him to target Lan Wangji but Wei Wuxian falls for him instead. Please help me find this fic!

FOUND! I'm pretty sure this one is we'll get him falling for a stranger (or a catfish) by sweetlolixo (T, 38k, wangxian, modern, College AU, Catfish AU, Eventual Happy Ending, Crossdressing WWX, Rich heir LWJ gets catfished by pretty Weiying online that's it that's the fic, LWJ learns how to text with kaomojis, Gossipy aunties NHS and WWX: canon, sometimes LWJ gives you secondhand embarrassment, this fic is on crack, Pining LWJ, Fluff, Humor, lwj is a grade A+ SIMP, Identity Porn)

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18. lan xichen is driving after drinking at night and hits Jiang yanli and she dies. Plot twist ended up she committed suicide, but they didn’t know that before. The lans and jiangs had a fight and somehow lan wangji ended up getting married to Wei wuxian. Wwx is significantly older then lan zhan in this fic.

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19. Hello! I was wondering if I could get help looking for a fic. It’s a doctor AU where LZ and WY are both surgeons. It starts with WY being late to a presentation and showing up right in the middle of LZ’s presentation time. Then WY eventually ends up working on a research project or something like that with LZ? Wen Ning gets hurt at some point in it too and WY and LZ save him against LQR’s orders. I’ve been looking for this for forever and can’t seem to find it. Thank you so much!

FOUND? Anginal Equivalents by fakeplasticlily (E, 23k, wangxian, Modern, Medical Residents AU, Childhood Friends, Mutual Pining, Oblivious WWX, WangXian.mp3, Sexual Content, Podfic Available)

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20. Hi Peeps! Thank you so much for your dedication to this page, I'm a big fan! I'm looking for a specific fic: there's a cultural show being put on by the whole gang and Wei Ying is specifically doing a dance for it but he needs to have body paint and LZ graciously volunteers for it. He ends up writing characters out of an ancient poem that Huaisang tells him is LZ basically marking him for his own. It's not idiots in love, though that one was great as well. Thank you in advance! @nebuluscharlie

FOUND? Out of the Bin and Into Your Heart by Alaceron (T, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fake/Pretend relationship, Oblivious WWX)

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#360

“Hey slave.  Welcome to the daylight.  I’m your new owner… well for the next four days at least.  You will address me as ‘Sir’.  If there are other owners present, you will address me as ‘Sir Liam.’  What did your owner tell you about this weekend before locking you in that hood?...  Just that you were going to be passed over to a new master for the weekend?...  OK, well this is going to be fun.  And by fun, I’m meaning a nightmare for you….

“First of all, you must be thirsty.  That was a six-hour drive in the back of my truck.  I don’t know how long he had you locked up and hooded before that.  It’s a good thing I have a full bladder.  You might as well get used to drinking my piss.  Get over here and on your knees.  Right here.

“That’s it.  I’ve been needing to do this for the last half hour.  Ahhh.  Man.  Your owner says that you love drinking piss.  I can tell.  That’s going to be a big plus for you this weekend.  He also said that you eat a man’s shithole.  That’s going to be a plus as well. 

“Pull back.  I don’t want a blowjob at the moment.

“I need to go over the rules for this place before we go in.  First, this is a private place and party; and this event is by invitation only.  The owner of this site believes in community for its clientele to come and enjoy themselves.  Each weekend there is a theme, which rotates between Masters and slaves, Doms and subs, Dads and sons, Alphas and omegas, and so on.  Basically, it’s Tops and bottoms but with a slightly different twist each week.  The thing is that once we walk through that door, your role is set, there is no flip flopping ever.

“You’ll be expected to wear a collar, ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, and one of their chastity devices.  The collar will have a tracking device, and I think this event requires that they be remote controlled electrified.  You don’t have pubic hair, so I don’t need to tell you that they would have shaved it off.  You will be douched out throughout the day and night.

“The men here have a dress code too.  We can’t wear anything that covers up our cock and balls.  The owner believes that a man is more likely to use his dick if it’s not covered up.  So you are going to see a lot of cocks this weekend.  Many of which you will be expected to service.  All men will have access to you and your holes.  That is another rule that is strictly adhered to. 

“The men will also have their full asses exposed.  You will be eating a lot of them.  And no fucking complaining on your part, you got that?...  Expect more of those face slaps.

“We arrived a bit early.  We can relax in our cabana overlooking the lake.  Well, I’ll be relaxing.

“Here, help me get out of my driving clothes.  I usually only wear a tank top and boots….  Grab my bag and come with me. 

“OK.  I’ll be checking in for us.  Over there is the slave intake.  You are slave number 23.  I’ll see you on the other side….

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“…Well don’t you look good in those leather cuffs.  And I see you have a yellow and tan stripe in your collar.  That means that you are flagged for piss drinking and ass eating.  You are going to be doing a lot of that.  There’s a formal dinner for the men tonight.  After they clean you out, you will be hooded and installed under one of rim chair seats.  A random man will be sitting on your face.  You will worship his shithole throughout dinner.  After dinner, you will probably be installed as one of the urinals.  Being this is your first time here, you may be instead set up as one of the slaves that will get gang banged.  The owner and his men will figure all that shit out.

“Here we are, at our cabana.  Yeah, we sleep and fuck out in the open.  That’s what I love about this place.  Sex is open for all to see.  There is nothing to hide.  There’s going to be so much of it, that it no longer is something that stands out, that it is in the background. 

“There’s my bed, and your slave mat next to it.  Some men let their slaves sleep with them, but you are not either of my two slaves let alone my boy.  So you get the mat. 

“I see they have a rimseat.  Go ahead and lay down on the floor with your head right next to the step down. 

“Lift your head.  This small rolled up towel will give your head some comfort, but before you think I’m a softie, I put it there because I’ll be able to sit down comfortably with my legs on the lower step and your mouth will be pressed against my shithole with no give. 

“Put your arms up near your head.  The front legs from this rimseat will go through the D-rings in your wrist cuffs nicely, essentially locking them in place once I sit down.  This seat goes so nicely over your face.  Damn! You really look like you belong under there.

“I see you staring at my cock.  Open up your toilet mouth.  Let me see if I can squirt a few more drops of piss for you….  Ahhh, there.  Actually you’re getting a nice stream.  Lucky you.

“Check out my ass.  It’s beefy.  It’s been sweating in that truck for the last six hours.  I didn’t take a shower this morning.  It’s going to be nasty.  And I want that.

“Ahh.  Get that tongue going.  Oh man, fuck!  You already got me leaking.

“At home I have a boy, a slave, and a toilet.  You are here to serve me in all three roles.  I have made an arrangement with your owner.  He wanted to borrow my toilet so he can experiment with feeding. 

“I did that on one condition, that I get to feed you first.  You ain’t going anywhere.  I know you are hungry.  You are going to be fed this entire weekend; it is Feeders and eaters Weekend after all.  Now open your mouth.”

[theblueflower05]

Listen…I’m not normally into sub males but the way you wrote sub neteyam was so hot omfg I can’t wait for more but the dynamic between the two?? AHHHHHH I can’t wait I will be tuning in…like we need more alpha women and omega men irl 🫣

FOR ONE IM SO SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT.

I was a little worried that the fandom wouldn’t be down because we all love Dominant Neteyam, which like. Me too. Forsure-

But there’s something about Subby!Neteyam that just does it for me.

Subby Neteyam who feels comfortable enough with you to whine for what he wants. He’s always been the oldest. Has taken on all of that weight and responsibility.

You don’t even know if he even knew how to ask for what he wanted before the two of you started your relationship.

He doesn’t like to complain. Will bite the bullet and keep it moving(hell, one time he walked around with a fractured collarbone for a week before his Grandma sat him down with flailing arms. Stupid boy! Doesn’t it hurt!?)

But with you?

Oh he’s such a sweetheart.

He feels comforted and safe. He knows you’ll always take care of him- and better yet. That you enjoy it.

You get off on babying him.

You tell him he deserves it, and after a while- he starts to believe it himself.

*Subby Neteyam who lets you rebraid his hair. Sitting between your tighs with his back to your chest. Shivering as you run your nails over his tender scalp. Melting back into you and essentially falling asleep in your lap as you work on his hair.

*Subby Neteyam who gets a little shy when you love on him in public. He’s okay with minor PDA(hand holding, hugs) but you will walk up to him and wrap your arms around his middle. You don’t care who’s around, you just wanna be skin to skin at all times. You’ll tone it down if he really wants you to. He never really wants you to.

*Subby Neteyam who craves comfort. He doesn’t like to hurt alone. After a long day, or when something traumatic happens. He not only wants to be held, but wants to hold you too. He wants to be as close as possible

*Subby Neteyam who’s love language is Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation- yet all he’s ever known how to do or receive is Acts of Service.

You promise him that he’ll never have to stretch himself thin to try to appease you.

*Subby Neteyam who felt weird asking for what he wanted in the beginning- but will now beg you. For your attention. For your kisses. For your knot. He’s a brat- he knows you love it when he begs.

*Subby Neteyam who refuses to be a pillow princess. Yeah, you can be in charge. But he can’t sit still. If your giving him head, or eating him out he’s fucking your face. If your riding him, his hips are snapping to meet yours. He chases both of your pleasure needily.

*Subby Neteyam who wakes you up with his head between your legs. He’s lapping at your puffy clit and fingering you- groaning as he feels your knot deep inside start to tighten around his digits.

Only once your awake does he grin, mouth all wet, and mount you. Pushing into you with little mewls. He wanted it so bad.

*Subby Neteyam who needs to scent you. Every morning. He needs everyone to remember that you’re his.

*Subby Neteyam who finally learns how to lay healthy boundaries with his family after being with you. You encourage them and support him in anyway he needs. You don’t push him. You just let him figure out what he is truly comfortable with

You bite your tongue even though you want to CHEW jakes head off whenever he plays that”your the older brother” guilt trip bullshit on your mate.

I could literally go in and on. I love Omega Nete he has my WHOLE HEART💘

#neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #bottom neteyam #omega neteyam #aged up neteyam #minors do not interact

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Blood Moon Rising" pt 5

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: shrinkyclinks, prison au, werewolf au, omega Steve, Alpha Bucky, dub-con, non-con, werewolf sex, knotting, oral (m!rec), hand jobs, held hostage, age gap (40/26), forced mating, violence, bonding, Dom/sub elements

Summary: Steve gets a lot more than he bargained for when a prison riot breaks out and he becomes the captive of an Alpha werewolf.

Author's Note: It got waaay too long for Tumblr, y'all. So this is not the last part

Wait! I haven't read a previous chapter! Fic Masterlist

Part 5 - "Blood Moon Horizon"

Well, the jig was finally up. 

Steve started showing signs of preheat on a Monday, and by Tuesday, everybody in the village knew. Wolves, Peter explained, could sense these things much, much better than humans could. (Apparently Bucky hadn’t been lying when he’d claimed that he could tell when Steve was ovulating.)

Steve was precisely one day away from his heat—something which was somehow both common and undisputed knowledge amongst the wolves.

Even Steve himself couldn’t have said for sure what day he would hit heat based on his preheat symptoms, but everybody all of a sudden started buzzing around, talking about how tomorrow would be the big day and beginning their preparations for the mating run and celebrations. 

Chatter also increased drastically, once word got around that there was going to be a “blood moon” the next night—something which the wolves held sacred. While rare, a total lunar eclipse meant absolutely nothing to Steve, but by now he’d learned that anything involving the moon’s cycle held great cultural and spiritual significance to the wolves. Apparently they viewed the blood moon as an omen of sorts, a rare occurrence symbolizing great change and rebirth; a time to resolve feuds, dump baggage, and cleanse the self. Steve didn’t think that boded well at all for him, but Peter seemed to find it very exciting.

“Holy shit, dude. Mated on the friggin’ blood moon?! That’s baddass!”

Bucky never came back to the cabin that night. And, sure as shit, the wolves were right: That next morning, Steve woke up in heat. 

“How’d they know?” he whined at Peter, trying to walk around the camp without noticing every single stare that was directed their way. The pack was deep in preparations for his and Bucky’s mating run that night. There was a big heap of wood being assembled in the nearby clearing for that night’s bonfire—apparently a major part of the tradition—and people were bustling about, setting up logs around the area for seating, decorating with foraged plants, stringing flowers and cooking food and brewing a massive amount of some kind of special werewolf cider. Steve eyed the humongous cauldron dubiously as he and Peter crossed the center of the camp. “Is it just a smell thing?”

“Yeah. And pheromones.”

“But that’s the same thing though, isn’t it?”

Peter tried to find a way to explain how it wasn’t the same thing, how pheromones came across to wolves as less of a scent and more of a sixth sense—something that sat right on the periphery of smell and sight and feel. He told Steve that it was like an ‘aura’. “I dunno how else to explain it, man. But it’s very obvious. You might as well have been wearing an ‘I’m about to go into heat’ teeshirt yesterday.”

Well, now he was in heat, and without the modern convenience of any sort of suppressant products, Steve was fully aware of the itch beneath his skin, the wetness between his legs, and the ever-growing ache that was building, deep and powerful, in his belly. He very sincerely missed his shitty shoebox of an apartment back in New York, where he had a very nice collection of both heat-soothing products and knotting dildoes that he could be using right about now. Instead he was stuck here in Hillbilly-town, USA; uncomfortable, horny as fuck, and suffering through every annoying symptom without recourse. 

Of course he had no way of masking any of this from the wolves. Steve had grown up not having to wonder if the 90% beta human population could smell him when he was in heat, and aside from it just being flat out embarrassing that everybody knew, this was also very bad news on a practical level, as now Steve stood virtually no chance of slipping away unnoticed, not when he was lit up like a damn Christmas tree of pheromones. He was so impotently angry at himself over it. He’d had months to try and get away, and now the jig was up. Steve was in heat, he was lit up like a pheromonal beacon to every single person in the pack, and he now had to face the disappointing truth: 

He’d waited too long.

He spent the morning skulking around the edges of camp with Peter by his side, impulsively considering running off into the forest multiple times, but discarding the thought each time it came up.

That wouldn’t work. He’d already been shown that it wouldn’t work, each time the wolves dragged him back to Bucky’s doorstep. And that was before he’d been in heat. Steve did his best to seem taciturn and unapproachable, not wanting to deal with the stares and attention of the people in the village. It was awkward as fuck. And he especially didn’t want to be around Bucky.

But that wasn’t something he had to worry about, because Bucky had pretty much been gone ever since Steve first realized he was in preheat, making himself scarce during the day and returning home to the cabin only once Steve was already asleep. He’d been leaving early each morning, too, before Steve woke. In fact, Steve wasn’t even sure if the Alpha had come back to sleep in the cabin at all last night.

He wasn’t gone though: Steve caught sight of him once or twice on the day of the mating run. The village alphas were holding more of their super-secret, alphas-only meetings, and Steve realized pretty quick that there was no way in hell he could eavesdrop anymore, as they knew right away when he was lurking nearby.

“Just go help put stuff together for the celebration,” Dum Dum scolded as he carried Steve away by the scruff and dumped him in the dirt outside the village’s omega yurt. “You’re not supposed to be around each other right now.”

“I need to talk to him!” 

“You can talk to him plenty tonight,” Dum Dum said meaningfully. “Look kid, it’s tradition, alright? Like the groom and bride not seeing each other. Just go in there and help with the preparations.”

Steve grunted indignantly as he stood up from the ground, brushing the dust off his clothes. “I’m not a kid, I’m twenty-six. And I’m not his bride. He kidnapped me. Why does everybody just gloss over that part like it doesn’t matter?!” 

“Because it doesn’t.” Dum Dum shook his head. “You’re a pill, kid. I don’t know why he wants you, but he does.” Steve glared at him, and Dum Dum narrowed his eyes. “Look, he’s a good man, just trying to do right by his people. He already has to deal with more shit than you know, keeping order in this pack. Don’t go makin’ it harder for him.”

Steve frowned. He knew by now that leadership was fought for amongst the wolves, sometimes brutally. It was hard won and hard kept. It depended on a complex combination of honor, biologically-coded dominance, and sheer brutality, which was why humans so often classified their packs as gangs. But it wasn’t the same. Steve could see that now.

Bucky was a good leader, and though he kept most things very close to the chest, he’d all but told Steve that there were continual challenges to his authority as Alpha. And other people in the pack had made it clear that Bucky being their Alpha was the best thing to happen to the pack in a long time. 

From the moment he’d stopped him from stabbing Batroc with a pencil back at the prison, Dum Dum had always looked at Steve like he was a problem, and that’s how he looked at him now, when Steve scoffed at his admonition not to make trouble for Bucky.

Sure, Steve didn’t want to be the reason a bunch of innocent people had their already-hard existence thrown into chaos, but he still didn’t deserve to be trapped here. His jaw worked in frustration as Dum Dum watched him, clearly waiting for an answer. “I’m just trying to get back to my life,” Steve huffed. “I mean what the heck else am I supposed to do?” 

“You’re supposed to be in there with your own kind, getting ready for the celebration.” Dum Dum pointed at the yurt, and Steve looked over his shoulder with a scowl.

“They’re not my kind. I’m omega, not a werewolf. And I’m not in this pack.”

“For now.”

“And I don’t want to celebrate.” Steve crossed his arms. “I’m not helping with arranging fucking flowers or whatever the hell they’re doing in there.”

“Then maybe talk to some of ‘em,” Dum Dum suggested, gesturing angrily at the yurt’s door. “Maybe you’ll make a friend. Or better yet, maybe they’ll knock some sense into you.” With that, he turned and left.

And so, Steve found himself inside the camp’s omega yurt: a place about which he’d known, but had steadfastly avoided going inside of until now. It was a big, round structure that served as a communal social space for the pack's adult omegas.

Inside, Steve was surprised to find dozens of cozy bean bag chairs and blankets for nesting. Unlike many of the pack cabins, the yurt had a polished wood floor and was fully modernized inside; with the center of the structure housing the nicest, biggest kitchen Steve had yet seen in the entire village, and the interior smelling richly of baked bread and omega bodies. Steve knew that the pack alphas and betas weren’t really supposed to come nosing around there, as it was considered a private, omega-only space. That was comforting, and on a day when not much else could make him feel safe, that kinda did. At least temporarily.

“Steve!”

“Oh is that him?”

“Yo!” 

“Wow, come grab a bag, man. Welcome!”

Over by the beanbag circle, a russet-colored wolf whom Steve recognized as Wanda lifted its head, whining as if in her own form of greeting before flopping back down to lie on the floor and enjoy the ambient heat from the nearby wood stove, just like any other lazy dog might do. Steve smiled despite himself.

He’d been avoiding this place, as he knew that all the other omegas would sit around like Wanda did and try to convince him to be happy with a life in the pack. But now that his fate was rapidly closing in on him, Steve knew he needed to learn as much as he could about what was going to happen that night. He went over to where Darcy was urging him to take up one of the beanbags, and plopped down as she began introducing him to the handful of pack omegas whom he’d seen around camp but never really met. 

“—and of course you know Hairy, over there,” she said at the end, kicking her foot in the air in Wanda’s direction. 

Beside the woodstove, the wolf briefly wagged its tail and chuffed.

“So then it is a wedding,” Steve concluded a while later, after they’d been talking about the upcoming mating run. He peeked around at the other wolves nearby. Wanda hadn’t moved an inch and looked like she was dozing, Nakia was in another of the beanbags, Darcy in another, and Thor’s mate Jane in the one next to that. Peter’s aunt May was over in the kitchen area, working on making a large sheet cake which Peter had already warned Steve would be very disappointing; and Scott—the only other male omega in the pack besides Peter—was loitering on the kitchen’s periphery, pretending to help with the baking while most of his energy went into trying to sneak tastes of the cake batter.

“I mean, the bonfire’s like the reception,” Steve ventured. “The run is kinda like the, um … the ceremony? I guess? And the bite is like the vow.” He made a face as he said it and rubbed his neck self-consciously, still terrified of the thought of Bucky chomping down on him like that. “And then we’ll be married,” he said quietly, thinking, fuck.

“Mated,” Nakia corrected from over on her beanbag, where she had the coffee table pulled up close as she worked on mixing up a bunch of things in bowls with a mortar and pestle. “Same idea. A bit more permanent, though.”

“And way more fun,” Darcy said with a dirty wink. 

She and Jane shared a titter over that, which Steve could only take to mean that they were talking about the sex-part that came at the end. He’d been told all about that, too (though honestly, he’d kind of already figured that there would be a sex-part, once he heard that they’d be doing this whole thing naked). “Yeah,” he said weakly. “ ‘Fun’. Right.”

“Jane got pupped up on the night of her mating run,” Darcy divulged, making Steve’s eyes widen at the thought of the same happening to him. “Maybe you will, too, Steve!”

“Here’s hoping not.” His eyes slid over to Jane, who was using her very pregnant belly as a worktop to thread flowers on a string. “I mean, um, no offense to you or anything.”

“None taken.” Jane looked peevishly over at Darcy. “We don’t know if it was that exact night.”

Jane, Steve had learned, was an unassuming and intelligent woman. She was very pretty and she seemed kind and pleasant to be around. But that wasn’t what intrigued Steve about her. Happily mated to Thor and heavily pregnant with their first baby, she was also one of only two pack members who’d been infected with lycanthropy rather than born with it. She’d lived with the pack for less than a year, was due to give birth soon, and—unlike Wanda—was choosing to remain in her human form for the event. Steve desperately wished he could talk to her alone and ask her all sorts of questions: why she was there, why she’d stayed and let them infect her and—

“Blegh! not me,” Darcy was proclaiming, telling Jane that she was a fool for choosing to deliver the baby in her human form rather than as a wolf. “You’re nuts. All that pain?” She shook her head. “Mark my words, you’re gonna regret it. And I’ll have to be the one there holding your hand while you’re poppin’ those pups out, letting you squeeze my bones until they’re popping out, too.”

Jane smiled privately and put a hand on her stomach. “I want to hold them when they come. I want them to hear my voice, feel my skin.”

“Nuts,” Darcy reiterated.

“Them?” Steve asked. “You’re having more than one?”

Jane smiled and nodded, while Darcy told him about how most omegas had “litters” rather than single babies; two or three pups at a time was considered normal, expected even.

Steve blanched. “But isn’t that … I mean, aren’t pregnancies like that considered high risk?” He looked over at Jane, slightly concerned. “Shouldn’t you guys have access to a hospital and doctors?” 

“We’ve got Bruce,” Darcy said.

“And it’s different with wolf pups,” Jane added. “The babies develop faster but come out smaller, and sturdier.”

Morbidly, it occurred to Steve to wonder if the babies came out in human form or wolf form. “So … you’re seriously not worried?”

Jane rubbed her belly serenely. “No. I’m excited.” Steve’s disquiet must’ve still been written on his face, however, because she looked him in the eye and tried to assure him, “You have to understand: birthing is much better tolerated amongst wolves. Much more natural. Complications are very rare.”

“Yeah, even in newbies like her,” Darcy teased, kicking over at the side of Jane’s beanbag. “Werewolf groupies.” Jane scoffed and tried to kick back at Darcy’s beanbag, but she failed and gave up due to how encumbered she was by her belly. 

Steve hadn’t missed how close the two women seemed to be. He’d been assuming they were just really good friends all this time, and that assumption persisted right up until the point when Jane asked Darcy when she was “going to stop being such a jerk to Thor and accept his affections already.” Steve squinted, confused for a split second because he thought Thor was the father of Jane’s baby …

“Thor’s been courting Darcy for half a year now,” Jane revealed. “But she’s been playing hard to get.” 

Steve was about to ask if there were two guys named Thor in the pack, until he abruptly remembered that the wolves practiced a form of polygamy, and he was encountering an instance of that right now. “I—oh.” He bit back the words he’d been about to say, looking over at Darcy instead, affronted. “You never mentioned you were with somebody.”

“Well I’m not! … Not technically. It’s only been a little while.” She shrugged and tried to play it off nonchalantly, but Steve could still see the hints of a blush on her face. “And anyway, I mean come on, it’s Thor.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s such a flirt. Big old oaf who thinks he’s God’s gift to women, leaves a couple 'a dead rabbits on your doorstep and thinks he's won your heart."

Steve made a face at the thought of animal carcasses as courting gifts. "What, roses were too old fashioned?" he muttered, eliciting a giggle from Jane and a huff from Darcy.

"I'm just saying: a peacock like Thor can stand to wait. He's probably never had to wait and wonder for longer than a day in his whole mighty life, until now.”

“A peacock whom you know you’re going to say yes to, eventually,” Jane needled, turning back to Steve with a sly look. “She thinks she’s playing hard to get. Thinks Thor’s too full of himself or something.”

“That wolf’s ego is far too big for his knot,” Darcy insisted. “I’m just bringing him down a peg. It’s character development. You should be thanking me.”

“For making my mate less insufferable? Or because I have you to look forward to as a sister wife?”

“Exactly.”

“Mark my words,” Aunt May called from over in the kitchen, waving her rubber spatula in the air. “We’ll be having another run within the next few months for you two.”

Jane and Nakia agreed, while Darcy scoffed and insisted that she intended to string Thor along for far longer than that. 

Meanwhile Steve was still sitting there, reeling at the stark reminder of how differently these people lived, with their tribal mindset and their polygamy and their weirdly primal traditions. He had to face the reality that he’d long been avoiding: That unless a miracle occurred and he suddenly somehow devised a workable escape plan before that very night, he’d soon be a mated omega, exposed to or infected with lycanthropy, and possibly even pregnant. 

The other women in the group talked excitedly about the upcoming night of celebrations, gabbing to Steve of what the traditions were and what he could expect. Everyone would gather for a big, blow-out party around the bonfire, then Steve would be sent off into the woods—naked, in heat, and with a headstart that was purely symbolic in nature. Then, after a short while, Bucky would shift and come after him, a predator tracking his prey in the night. 

Steve shuddered to think how pathetically easy it was going to be for Bucky. He’d sniff Steve out and chase him down, pounce on him, bite him, fuck him and knot him and mate him right out in the middle of the forest. 

“Doesn’t exactly seem fair,” Steve grumbled, “or comfortable.” It was October now, and though they’d travelled much farther south than where they’d started in New York, Steve still didn’t relish the thought of running butt-ass naked through the woods for any extended period of time. “I’ll freeze out there,” he complained. “And why do I have to be naked?”

“Mates usually run in fur,” Darcy said. “The omega starts in skin and shifts once they’re a ways out of sight—to make the chase harder.”

“Yeah, not exactly an option for me.” Like anything he could do would possibly make this a fair chase. He was doomed.

“Don’t worry,” Jane tried to console him, “I was human when I ran, too. Nudity is so normalized here, nobody bats an eye at you, I promise. And there are plenty of dens out in the forest where he can take you. That’s what Thor did for me. He even made it nice beforehand with all sorts of soft furs and stuff.” She smiled and looked down bashfully. “It was actually really sweet.”

“Dens?”

“Oh yeah. Mostly built into like, rocky outcroppings and stuff. There’s tons of places like that out there.”

Steve pursed his lips. “Yeah, I know.” He’d become well-acquainted with the forest’s inhospitable terrain—mostly during his unsuccessful nighttime escape attempts. 

“Those dens are mostly left over, right May? Like when they’d do whole pack runs in the old days?”

In the kitchen, May nodded after chasing Scott off from the icing bowl again. “Yep.”

“The whole pack?”

“Yeah,” Darcy supplied. “Like, not just two people. They’d all do it at once as a group. Any omega who wasn’t mated could run, and then whatever alpha caught you first was who bonded you.”

“What?!”

“This was all a long time ago,” May called over from the kitchen. “Ancient practice.”

“Not that ancient,” Darcy said. “My grandparents did it. ‘Course, back then there were a lot more omegas, and apparently most people went into season at the same time—I know, wild right? That’s why they’d just do it twice a year or whatever, when everybody was in heat. It was like this massive, huge event. Like, everybody looked forward to it and gossiped about it and made bets on it. All the Alphas would try to make secret deals with each other, and the omegas would try to figure out who’d be chasing them, how to get someone onto your scent without being too obvious, stuff like that—Like prom, for werewolves!” She laughed.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Steve said.

“Naw. My grandma told me about it. It was a whole thing back in those days. The alphas who had their sights set on someone would come up with all of these grand courting gestures, go out in the forest ahead of time and make dens to try and herd their favorite omega towards.” She shrugged and rolled her eyes. “But then things like consent came into fashion, so.”

“Don’t scare the boy,” May scolded. “He’s still new to all thi—Scott! Get your finger out of that bowl before I take it off!” 

“Jesus.” Steve supposed he should at least be grateful that it was only Bucky he had to worry about, rather than an entire pack of horny werewolves. He felt silly about the whole idea of the mating run. As if someone like him stood any real chance at evading Bucky. What a joke. “He’ll probably catch me in the first two minutes,” Steve mourned.

“Naw, you get a thirty-minute head start, remember?” Darcy smirked. “It’ll take him at least three minutes to catch up with you.”

Steve shot her a withering glare. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“Don’t worry,” Nakia said. She was still diligently grinding with the mortar and pestle, and she gestured with it. “This will help disguise your scent. It will make for a better chase.” She smiled like that was something Steve should be excited about, and he did try to at least offer her a friendly nod back, aware that there were undoubtedly some massive cultural differences in play. 

Nakia wasn’t just a werewolf, she was also African—not African-American, mind you, but straight-up African—along with Okoye and M’Baku, and that freaking terrifying guy who’d done the executions at the prison: Killmonger. They all hailed from some tiny, impoverished country that Steve could vaguely remember having learned about in highschool, but he still hadn’t been able to figure out why the heck they were living with Bucky’s pack in the middle of the Appalachian mountains. When he’d asked Bucky and Okoye before, all they would say was that it was some sort of “outreach program.” 

(Not much of an outreach program when the whole pack was running fugitive from the law, though, now was it?)

Steve eyed up the substance that Nakia was grinding in the mortar. “What is it?” he asked dubiously. It smelled earthy and dank, but good; kind of like how fallen leaves smelled in the fall, once they accumulated on the ground and began to rot. If it smelled that strongly to him, what must it smell like to a wolf nose? Steve made a face as he considered it. “Is that … that’s stuff’s not going on me, is it?”

Nakia nodded sagely. “Special Wakandan recipe. Your wolf won’t catch you so easy with this. He will have to hunt.”

“... Great,” Steve said. “Thanks.” Really, he wasn’t so sure if he should bother with using the mystery paste. Would any attempt to evade Bucky at this point make a difference? Or would it just prolong the chase before the inevitable capture? 

Steve wasn’t looking forward to finding out.

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[neopuppy]

to that anon that called jisung an omega i WILL come for u.

what I’m gathering here is…..you want me to write Omega Jisung???!!!!????!!

okay okay so…what abt Omega Jisung who is ashamed of his sub-gender, so he pretends to be an Alpha bc all of his friends are, but Alpha y/n can never figure out why she has such a soft spot for him, why she feels an incessant need to protect him and watch out for him

she assumes its because he’s younger than her and kind of shy/clumsy, but one day she goes snooping through his room because she’d let him borrow one of her beanies, and she checks through his drawers only to stumble upon a bunch of heat suppressors and scent blockers. from there she checks his hamper and discovers dry slick, and when Jisung shows up to find her shaking on her knees with a pair of his underwear in hand he’s like I CAN EXPLAIN! but she’s all feral and mauls him down immediately which turns into them tussling around on his bedroom floor and him begging her to stop because he doesn’t want to hurt her

she laughs at him thinking that he even stands a chance against her, they share spiteful words back and forth because she’s pissed he’s been lying to her but she also feels relieved because now she understand why she’s so attached to him. Jisung finally gives up like “fine, go tell everyone, I’ll start packing my things.”(theyre in like a modern day pack, sharing a house).

things take a turn here because she calms down and starts scenting him, frustrated because she can barely catch the smallest hint of his natural scent through his blockers, but everything in her bodies still screaming MATE MATE MATE

so yeah, anyway…

#asks

[safetycar-restart]

okay so all i can think about rn for corruption kink is like poly!vr46 like you and bezz teaching the omegas on how to get through their heats if you guys for some reason can’t be there. like you’re all curled up in the nest and one of the pups just starts grinding against you because he needs help and he’s just so horny and wants his alpha to fix it and make it better.

corruption kink also lowkey fits sub!oscar like he’s just so subby and doesn’t know what to do and he just wants his dom to help him but she’s far away for some reason so he facetimes her and is like help meeeeeee. so she teaches him how over the phone?

i don’t know it’s all just kinda brain rot atm but have a good day!

🔙🦴anon

Listen if this is your idea of brainrot then please continue because oh my god this is great. I’m gonna discuss each of these ideas, because of course.

POLY!VR46:

(For context, this is an au we discuss sometimes where Bez and reader are alphas and the rest of the academy are all omegas. You start off just dating Bez but slowly you and Bez kinda become the joint alphas for the entire academy)

So firstly, Bez would be SO into the idea of corrupting his cute omega pack mates. He LOVES wrecking them, isnt finished with them until they’re covered in cum and unable to remember their own names. So corruption kink? Absolutely.

I think it starts off pretty organically? Like you don’t plan it, but one day you and Bez are cuddling with Cele and discussing when Cele’s next heat is. You both realise that while you’ll try your best to get there, there’s a genuine chance Cele might have to spend the first day or two on his own.

And he is NOT pleased with this at all. Especially not because just the week before you and Bez had tagged teamed and fucked Pecco silly during his heat. Cele wants the same!!!

You try to reassure him that you’ll be there as soon as you can and remind him that he can look after himself. Bez pipes up then, telling Cele he can use dildos on himself and make himself cum over and over again.

Which of course gets Cele a little riled up and then suddenly you’ve got a whiney, pouty omega grinding against you and asking what he must do to himself. And Bez, the master of dirty talk, is more than happy to educate Cele on the things he can do, whispering absolute filth into his ear. While he does this, you move your hands to Cele’s hips and start directing his grinding, basically making him hump your thigh.

The poor thing leave a little puddle of slick on your thigh when he cums.

(And then a few days later you have all the other omegas demanding the same attention because they heard what you and Bez did to Cele)

SUB!OSCAR:

Yeah he’s such a subby baby!! He gets into this headspace where he just feels completely useless and dumb? And then even though he’s rock hard and more than capable of jerking himself off, he can’t!!! He’s too subby for that, all he can do it whine and huff and spam message you until you give in and FaceTime him.

The moment he answers, you’re greeted by a very pouty Oscar. His hair is a mess and his lips are bright red from how he’s been biting them.

When you ask what’s wrong, he just mumbles “help me” and then unceremoniously flips the camera so you can see the bulge in his boxers. You get it then, he’s all subby and very unhappy there’s no one around to play with his cock.

You tell him that you’ll help him, that he can make himself feel good if he just listens to you. At first he’s uncertain, not liking the idea of doing any of it himself but you promise him that he just needs to listen to you, he won’t have to think at all.

You ‘teach’ him how to hump a pillow, which is something you’ve had him do so many times before but you know he’d get all whiney and unhappy if you didn’t give him precise instructions and act like he’s never done this before.

He sounds so shocked when he tries and it feels good? He babbles on and on about how good it feels and thanks you for showing him and promises he’s being a good boy.

(Arguably good boys don’t spam you until you call them and then show you their cock unprompted but oh well, at least he’s cute)

#poly!vr46 #omega!driver/rider #mb #nsfw. #gn!reader #sub!oscar #oscarp #kinktober tag #🔙🦴

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Hi 👋 it’s me again….the one obsessed with Jake and Steve BT ☺️

Do you perhaps have a romantic moment between the two? Would it ever be when the pack is around and they are in their own little world…then the rest of the back just watches them in awe and are elated with their connection 🤭

“I promise you’re going to have fun.” With the uncertainty of a courting date you’d planned for Steve & Jake, there was speculation about what they’d be doing.

Choosing courting dates for the other had been a quick witted idea after Ransom had tried to get even with Jake and yourself by sending you to a sex-club with Steve. While Ransom had initially thought it was funny and he’d had a laugh at the idea of Steve surrounded by erotic and sub/dom toy wonderland, Ari had not.

It was their obsessional and protective drive that had them negating the idea, and Ransom was barred from choosing courting dates from then on.

“You are going to get dirty though,” you warned both Steve and Jake as you watched them getting ready for their courting date, “at least your hands will.”

“Do I need to dig out the body bag?” Jake teased, the corner of his lips starting to pull into a smirk, and his eyes becoming a little afflicted by the gentle tap on his ass from Steve.

“Not this time but…” you looked over your shoulder, your eyes meeting Ari & Ransom’s from across the room, a shudder running down your spine from the cataclysmic electricity pulsing through you.

“We’ll be gone all night,” Steve lifted his hand and drew his fingers over the column of Jake’s neck, drawing the pads of his fingertips over his scent gland, “you should have fun too, baby bear.”

“I will,” you chirped and leaned forward to kiss Steve and then Jake, “I gave you a damn good one, I expect the same.”

Jake’s only reply was nonverbal, a smile that was bright, and then he was yanked from the house. He had followed Steve down to the motorcycle parked at the end of the drive, chirping under his breath from the moment Steve placed a helmet on his head to the moment Steve made Jake wrap his arms around his waist.

“Hold on, pup.” Steve knew exactly what he was doing to Jake, he knew what affect he was having on him, and had only aided that breathlessness with a humming baritone exchange to meet Jake’s chirps.

“So where are we going?” Jake raised his voice to be heard over the rumble of the engine, receiving a short answer in reply.

“The art centre.”

The ride was shorter than Jake anticipated, it felt like he had blinked and they were in the parking lot of the art centre with no real idea what they were doing, and yet as Steve had helped Jake off the motorcycle a woman had come scurrying from the building.

“Jake and Steve, right?” Her smile was bright, lips stained a deep orange that matched the colour of her midi-length dress, the fabric of which was stretched tightly over her baby belly.

“Our omega arranged this,” Steve slipped his hand into the back pocket of Jake’s jeans, giving his ass a squeeze while retaining his cool composure.

“Y/N, yeah. She wanted you to do something hands on,” her smile never faltered, even as she looked tired from her pregnancy, “come inside. We have everything set up for you, my wife will be doing most of the lifting.”

“Rachelle,” the woman who greeted them had introduced herself as a kind of afterthought, rubbing her hand over her belly, “my wife Anna is inside.”

“What are we doing? Bear didn’t say.” Jake trod after her, stopping to open the door and holding it so she could get in first, and then continued to hold it for Steve.

“Making pottery, Y/N told me you’re both very experienced with your hands.” The innuendo of the statement wasn’t commented on, though Jake’s grin had becoming knowingly boyish and Steve had cracked a bashful smirk.

“You’re sharing a pottery wheel,” Rachelle glanced back at the two of them, her shoulder rolling gently as if to ease her muscles, “Anna’s waiting for you through the door. I’m about to head out, but take all the time you need.”

“Dirty hands,” Jake turned sharply and kept a nary inch between himself and Steve, “shame it has to stop there-”

“Keep mouth off pup, and you’ll keeping my cock warm in your tight ass.”

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I want to hear that story

OK SO BASICALLY-

My friends were already making fun of me about Omegaverse almost all day, so that’s probably why when we got the assignment my mind immediately went to Omegaverse as a good example of the assignment. We had to write a short story that highlighted the differences between two places, stuff like cultures and stuff like that.

And so what I thought was a good idea was to write about an omega from the Omegaverse witnessing an actual human marriage between his best friend and their partner (I’m regretting my life choices at this point-)

I went into detail about almost everything I could about the Omegaverse, that you could put in a highschool writing assignment that wouldn’t get me called after class. This means I wrote about the social hierarchy, scent marking, and nesting, as well as many other things from a fanfic sub genre that mainly features erotic relationships between gay men in a fUCKING HIGHSCHOOL ASSIGNMENT THAT MY TEACHER WOULD HAVE TO READ-

And you know what the worse part is? I got a perfect grade on it, which means my elderly social studies teacher had to read what probably would look like someone’s Teen Wolf fanfiction to anyone else, and thought “yeah this is good” after.

I still have that paper in my room, because despite the embarrassment I still feel about that assignment, it’s too surreal for me to get rid of-

#my teachers loved me believe it or not- #asks #answered #valleyfthdolls

[skymaiden32]

Mystery of the Eagle

AO3 link here

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn (Please ask if you would like to be updated when I update or write new stories)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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Thankfully, since Gordon hadn’t actually seen anything, he’d been allowed to leave once the initial questioning had concluded, and had already gotten on his plane by the time he’d gotten confirmation from Tara about the strange figure she’d seen. His eyes had scanned over the words about a dozen times by the time take-off started, prompting him to switch his phone off and divert his attention to the rolling clouds in the sky. One of the experimental subs had been stolen, right under everyone’s noses…

Apparently, WASP had launched search parties for the sub, and the thief along with it, but Gordon seriously doubted their success. Overall, Marineville’s security was spotty at the best of times, but he knew certain individuals behind the chaos, and would trust them with his life. If this saboteur were able to get past them, they were likely going to escape anything thrown at them, including the fastest submarine in the world.

At least he was almost home, and could relay the information to his family before long. He didn’t like it one bit...

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Jeff stared at his sons incredulously. “What do you mean,” He started, “the Hood’s trying to build his own Thunderbird fleet?” He raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. “I mean, he’s been trying to get to the Thunderbirds since the start, why would he want scraps, as it were?”

“We’re not sure.” Scott sighed. “But the rocket plane Agent Omega stole last month was designed to rival Thunderbird One, as far as I can tell, and if the Eagle was sabotaged…”

“It’s likely that that’s supposed to be the Thunderbird Two in this equation.” Virgil frowned.

“Which puts Alan in a lot of danger if we’re right about this.” 

“And…” The patriarch leaned backwards, levelling his children with a stare, “If you’re wrong?”

Scott’s eyes narrowed. “Then we’ll be glad we are.” He admitted. “But we can’t leave this to chance if we’re right. We need to make sure Alan gets back okay.”

“Which brings us to another thing…” Virgil began, continuing when his father prompted him. “I’m going to take Thunderbird Two out there, and give him some back-up.”

“Just you, Virgil?” Jeff asked, fully willing to give the order.

Both his sons nodded. “I wanna go,” Scott’s brows furrowed, “but I’ve got to pick up Gordon from the airport. Apparently, he ran into some trouble, but he hasn’t told me much.”

Jeff chuckled. “Classic Gordon…” He looked between the two younger men in front of him. “Okay boys, off you go. Let’s hope your theory is wrong…”

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Alan paced under the protective shadow of Thunderbird One, waiting and praying for an update from home. It had been a couple of hours now since he’d been ordered back to International Rescue’s rocket plane, and he was getting more and more on edge by the second. He knew something wasn’t right, but so long as he was ordered to remain by the Thunderbird, he wouldn’t know what.

He groaned, leaning against the cold metal of the hull. No point in staying out here. He may as well do something useful. Maybe he could service the ship a little. Thunderbird One had been needed on so many calls lately that Scott hadn’t been able to run maintenance for some time. 

Alan’s smile widened the more he thought about it. Yeah, that’s what he’d do. It’ll take his mind off things, and it would be one less thing on Scott’s to do list. Mind made up, he opened the compartment that held the tools he would need, and grabbed them, laying them down on the ground below before closing the door.

Several minutes into his task, a flash of dark grey on the side of the clearing caught his attention, accompanied by a faint rustling as whatever it was darted around the bushes. Alan frowned and pulled out his pistol, maintenance forgotten, and trained it on where he had just seen the figure.

“I know you’re there…” He had no idea how he’d managed to make his voice loud enough to echo through the clearing. “Come on out, or I’ll shoot.” His brows furrowed when he received no answer. Maybe he’d been imagining things, but he just couldn’t be sure. Shakily, he returned the toolbox back to it’s airtight compartment and made his way to the cockpit, fear returning full force. He’d be safe once he was back in that pilot’s chair, and fully capable of taking off if push came to shove.

He never made it to the cockpit. Alan had no time to react and grab his weapon again when someone jumped on him, delivering a hard blow to the back of his head. He was out before his body hit the floor.

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“Heya, Scott…” Gordon waved sadly at his brother as he walked towards the private plane they’d be flying back to the Island. 

“Hi, Gordon.” Scott frowned as he approached. “What happened? You look dead on your feet.” He muttered, giving his younger brother a once over. Gordon rolled his eyes fondly.

“Chillax, Smotherhen.” Gordon snorted. “As you know, I’ve got some bad news. But apart from that, I’m just fine, so don’t worry anymore, okay? You’ll go more grey than you already are.” He smirked.

Scott gave him a look. “I resent that comment…”

The younger man laughed. “Deny it all you want, Scotty, but I’ve seen the empty boxes of brown hair dye in the trash.”

“I plead the fifth. Maybe they’re Virgil’s.” Scott chuckled, leading the way to the cockpit, and sat in the front seat. Gordon was just behind him. “In all seriousness though, what’s going on? You sounded pretty frazzled over the phone.”

“I’ll tell you and the others once we’re back home.” Gordon sighed. “You just focus on flying.”

Scott hummed at his response, clearly unhappy about it, but did as Gordon suggested anyway, switching on his comms to alert the Traffic Control Tower of their departure. They were in the air and on their way home before they knew it.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #alan tracy #gordon tracy #scott tracy #jeff tracy #virgil tracy #sky writes stuff #thunderbirds calendar 2022 project

[sadaveniren]

No one asked but it’s really interesting to me that if you’re the kind of person who prefers ‘alpha daddy louis’ dynamics then that apparently means that you’re a ‘harrie larrie’? Lol, why? I don’t think I love one of them more than the other and I read all sorts of dynamics but I think if I actually had a favourite I’d rather think about them as a powerful rich alpha ceo or whatever than some whiny insecure omega (those are obviously extremes but I hope the point is clear). Just really fascinated by this logic.

Oh oh!!! Is this an opening to talk about my favorite cis het female fascination of writing/reading mlm fic as self insert fantasy? Aka cis het women who like/write bottom Louis really want to be fucked by Harry and cis het women who like/write bottom Harry really want to be fucked by Louis? (Lol jk I can’t think of a cis het writer of bottom Harry but that’s a whole other conversation)

Overall in fandoms I’ve noticed that a lot of fic writers write from their own lived experiences, which is fine!! I do it too. I’m very open about the fact that I usually write from the sub’s POV because I’m in a 24/7 bdsm relationship so yeah, the sub’s POV comes very naturally to me. (Note that I keep referencing sub here not bottom, because there is a huge difference between subbing and bottoming. It’s obvious when people don’t get the difference and this is also why you get tumblr people crying about kink at pride 🙄) It’s perfectly okay to write from your experience!!

HOWEVER it’s also very noticeable when cis het women are using MLM characters to write/explore their own cis het woman experiences instead of idk writing cis het women characters instead. And it comes off VERY MUCH like the cis gay male character they are trying to write is actually a cis het woman. You can tell how much they put into that pov character btw because of how defensive they get when they get any sort of pushback. Because that pov character is THEM (a cis het woman). And they don’t want attacks on themselves.

Now you have to ask yourself… why are they doing this? Why are they writing a cis gay male character as a cis het woman instead of just… writing a cis het woman? They are putting themselves so much into the role of the cis gay BOTTOM male that it becomes apparent they really want to BE that character. And since the people who are obsessed with writing bottom characters don’t care about anything else BUT who is penetrated (as evidenced by the fact they will ignore 100k fics because there’s one reference to the wrong top/bottom dynamic) it’s clear that the only thing they want to write/read is this person they have claimed as themselves being penetrated by the person topping.

(Btw this entire discussion can also be applied to het rare pairs in predominate mlm fandoms. Looking at you anyone who wrote Darcy/Steve or Darcy/Bucky in marvel fandom just write your Steve/OFC or Bucky/OFC)

But yes anon. It’s very funny that people who claim to love Louis only want to have him portrayed as a specific, generally negative, way and wanting to write him as someone who has power and autonomy automatically means I love Harry more 😂😂

#is this post all over the place?? sure is #did I at least word vomit the important bits I wanted to? #also yes #tldr most people obsessed with top/bottom dynamics in this fandom are cis het women #most of those cis het women confuse top/bottom with dom/sub and have no concept of gay culture #it becomes insanely toxic #and they take attacks on bottom Louis/Harry as offensive because they feel attacked #proving my point #✌🏻

[ace-angel-judas]

Taehyung and Sophia abo au?

In society, there were three sub-genders. Alpha, Beta and Omega. They had their designated roles in the world and that meant designated ways that they were supposed to look.

Sophia didn’t fit her sub-gender in anyway, shape or form.

Only a select few knew of her actual sub-gender, everyone assumed that she was an alpha. From her height to her personality, it was a role that was forced on her.

“Do you still need the second week of next month off?”

Taeyong’s voice made her snap out of her thoughts, eyes going wide as she looked at the short alpha. Like Sophia, everyone assumed his sub-gender.

Everyone always assumed Taeyong as an omega, despite the fact he was an alpha like the rest of his family.

“Uh, yeah,” Sophia nodded, “That’s when.. I’m due..,”

Heats were a horrible thing.

“I can help you, you know,” Taeyong offered, “We’ve been best friends since high school,”

“No, it’s alright,” Sophia stood up from her desk, folding a few papers and placing them in a folder, “I have the meeting with one of the BTS CEO’s now-“

“I’ll get lunch,” Taeyong nodded, “Good luck,”

The company, Neo City, was a tech company. It had originally belonged to Sophia’s father, who only gave it to her under the recognition that she was an ‘Alpha’.

Her and Taeyong had transformed it completely, renaming it and making it there own.

The conference room always smelt bland to Sophia, they were deodorised after every use in case of unwanted pheromones.

Yet when she walked in, the smelt of warm mocha and fresh baked choc-chip cookies filled the air. There was a little hint of sea salt, an underlying bitter that complimented the sweet.

Sophia stopped for a moment, the only person the scent could be coming from was..

Kim Taehyung.

He was sat at the table, a sleek black folder in front of himself. He wore a simple dark grey suit, the jacket open and reveal the crisp white shirt underneath it.

Being the boss of the company, Sophia didn’t bother with the formal dress wear. Her and Taeyong opted for comfort over formality.

She was in a simple pair of jeans and an oversized T-shirt, which had probably belonged to either Jaehyun or Johnny at some point in time.

“Mr Kim,” Sophia cleared her throat.

“You can call me Taehyung,” He welcomed warmly as she sat a few seats away from him.

It was easier, in case he caught her scent and got confused.

“Okay, well, I’m Sophia Park,” She introduced, “I understand we’re here to discuss the partnership between the two companies, the former CEO had an agreement with your founding company and we would like to keep that business but make changes to-“

“I thought I was having this meeting with another alpha,”

Sophia stopped, stuttering for a moment before she looked at Taehyung. He had an eyebrow quirked, a smile on his face.

“I beg your pardon?” Sophia asked.

“I can smell it on you, your not an alpha,” Taehyung pointed out.

“You might just be smelling my business partner, he’s an omega-“

“No,” Taehyung pursed his lips, “It’s you, your the omega, your scent is all over the building,”

Sophia didn’t know what to say. Only a select few alphas, high on the dominance scale, could call her bullshit.

“Is it hard? Pretending to be an alpha? You have to be so tired, baby,”

Hands shaking, Sophia swallowed thickly as she tried to steady herself. His scent was starting to affect her, the warm cookies getting stronger.

“My sub-gender doesn’t mean anything,” Sophia steeled herself, “Our meeting today is about the contract between-“

“Our meeting today was also supposed to be with an alpha from your company, your not an omega,” Taehyung explained, “So already, you’ve lied,”

Clearing her throat, Sophia closed the folder in front of herself and stood up. Taehyung stood up as well, he was just a centimetre or two taller than herself. He stepped closer, to which Sophia stood her ground.

If her mother taught her anything, it was that you never faltered in front of alphas.

“This meeting is finished,” Sophia announced.

“I’ll be happy to reschedule,” Taehyung basically purred, “With the adjustment that this is an alpha-omega meeting,”

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt. 23)

(SNEAK PEAK) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: you don’t know what you expected this discussion to look like, but Jungkook dumping his sex toy collection in the middle of the nest definitely isn’t it.

Tags: mentioned anorexia, implied past sexual assault, discussions of sexual triggers, dom/sub undertones, discussions of sexual dynamics, dominance hierarchy, brief spanking, implied controlling behavior, fluff, kisses, sex toys, limited sexual content, talks of voyeurism and exhibitionism.

W/c: 13.0k

A/n: I realized after the last chapter that a lot of people haven't been reading the asks that I've put out about Bily which is fine! if you've been keeping up with the asks some of the discussion in this chapter might seem repetitive.

Previous Chapter ~ Masterlist

Chapter 23: Heart Shaped Hickeys

“We should have a more dedicated conversation about kinks, but I think for tonight we should all calm down and remember that we’re all adults here. We can communicate about what we want and what we don’t like, and- I’m sorry for assuming that we needed to be overly careful with you.”

Jungkook giggles, “yeah- if you let me make out with her on the couch I think that things might have gone a hair better hyung.”

Jungkook isn’t intent on touching a nerve, but maybe a second direct question of his authority is more than Jin can handle for one day. the pack omega snaps his teeth menacingly at Jungkook’s neck but it only devolves the smaller omega into giggles. “Don’t be a brat!” he's been nothing but the whole time.

Jungkook levels a playful eyebrow at jin, “What are you gonna do- spank me?”

To Jin’s credit- he does send you a measuring look, and when he finds you blinking and curious he gives into the youngest prodding’s. The way that the pack omega draws the youngest over his lap is teasing, and though you go ramrod straight for a second the way Jin dispenses light almost teasing slaps over Jk’s clothed bottom isn’t anything but playful.

he giggles wiggling his butt and prompting more of those easy swats and a tisking noise from Namjoon’s throat, the alpha watching his two omegas play with a satisfied smirk on his face.

there is no strength behind a single slap. It’s hardly what you’d call a spanking, no pain in Jungkook’s body at all if anything the brief hits only make him lie languid against the nest, palms open and body splaying like a cat would in a warm pool of sunlight. He doesn't even want to move from over Jin’s lap after the elders stopped tapping at his behind and instead of massaging the skin there, taking big handfuls in a way that could be sexual but only looks intimate.

intimacy is never scary with the pack, even if sex is. All of this has been terribly intimate, letting Jin comfort you through a panic attack, napping in their nest. None of this has been scary, it's lulled you into a sense of security- may be adding another layer to that intimacy won’t end poorly.

Leaning back against your mate's chest, peering up at him. Your nose nearly brushing his chin Yoongi’s lips are pinched a little, in the way they get when he has something he wants to say but isn't ready to quite yet.

You murmur to him quietly (though really all of them can hear it with how close you’re all sitting- practically on top of each other)

“I think, I wanna see that more, I want to understand it better and I think the only way I’m gonna is if I see it in person.”

You’ve misinterpreted your mate's desire to protect you from something triggering as disinterest. You’re not asking for his permission, but you might as well be. Still looking up at him and waiting for some reaction. But the others react more to your words than Yoongi does, Jin sputters, Jungkook pulls himself up on his elbows. Hair flopping with how fast he moves, “what do you mean?”

Maybe you’re too tired to be thinking clearly, maybe you’re finally fed up with tip toeing around the issue, weather in a moment of bravery or pure stupidity you confess it, 

“I wanna watch you guys have sex.”

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#bts omegaverse au #bts a/b/o #bts x reader #bts poly au #bts gang au #bts mafia au #bts polyamory au #bts au #bts fluff #bts hurt/comfort #bts werewolf au #bts angst bts omegaverse fic #bts hybrid fic #min yoongi fic #kim namjoon fic #kim seokjin fic #kim taehyung fic #park jimin fic #jeon jungkook fic #jjk #pjm #myg #knj #kth #ksj #jhs #jung hoseok fic #min yoongi x reader #kim namjoon x reader #kim seokjin x reader

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Alpha, Beta (& Omega)"

Rated: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3617

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: a/b/o, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, nobility/royalty au, alternate history, dom/sub elements, beta bucky, anal sex, oral sex, hurt/comfort, first time, age gap (18/29), domestic discipline, spanking, head of household, wedding night, Edwardian time period, m/f/m poly marriage

Summary: To save House Barnes from scandalous ruin, James must agree to a contracted marriage, accepting Lord Senator Steven Rogers as his Alpha, Husband, and Headship.

To read previous parts of this series first, got to the story's masterlist

11. A Public Scene

This Chapter: “What do you think I should do to you, hm? You think I should spank you? Put you over my knee? I wasn't raised to neglect my duties as Headship, Bucky. I've been spending all this time trying to be lenient, trying to be your friend. But maybe that’s not what you need. Maybe you just need to be put in your place.”

Bucky sets his plan into motion the very next day. He asks Steve if they can do something fun that evening. “Something that does not involve high Society,” he stipulates, to which Steve gets a thoughtful look on his face and tells him,

“Yeah. Yeah we can do that. I’ll come up with something.”

What Bucky doesn’t expect is for him to take them out to a genuine tavern. Inside the local Rose and Crown, it’s warm and loud and cheerful. Bucky lets Steve guide him to a booth and they both slide onto the bench, squished in next to each other. “It’s crowded!” Bucky says, voice raised to be heard over the general volume of the place. He's grinning like an idiot, never having been in a place like this. "I've never been in a place like this!"

“Sorry!” Steve says. “I know it’s a little common, but I thought that was what you might’ve wan—"

“I love it!” Bucky says, and he does. The hubbub and cheer of all the patrons is infectious. It makes Bucky wish that he could be a part of it. Society fellows like he and Steve would never be permitted to frequent places like this back home. The anonymity of their trip allows them to pass under the radar for now, and Bucky finds that delightful. The fact that they’ve dressed down for the evening helps them pass unnoticed—although they’re dressed fancier than any of the locals. It isn’t a lewd place or anything, just a social hub for working men and women after a long day, but the mood is boisterous and rowdy, and Bucky is honestly surprised that Steve would bring him here. “It’s neat!” he tells Steve.

Steve smiles and looks enthused at Bucky’s response. He scoots in closer—much closer—to Bucky and puts their faces together so that neither of them has to shout. “Yeah?” he asks, smiling genuinely and meeting Bucky’s gaze with his pretty blue eyes and stupidly earnest, stupidly handsome face. “Good. I wanted to do something you’d enjoy, after the ball last night. I know you didn’t exactly have the greatest time.”

Bucky scoffs. “You can say that again.”

On the tabletop, Steve’s hand slides over top of his, enveloping his fingers in an affectionate squeeze. “I know that wasn’t easy for you, behaving like that, having all those snotty people look down their noses at you. But I appreciate the restraint you showed.” His eyes are kind but his lips quirk the barest bit, as if he’s remembering Bucky’s huffy shenanigans at the ball. “I have to admit, I kind of loved seeing the look on Lady Whatsit’s face when you actually told her to butt out.” When Bucky does nothing but look at their joined hands and grunt, Steve hums and rubs hand soothingly. “I’m sure it’ll get easier to navigate public events in the future, as a Senatorial Spouse. And of course it's not so strict back home, Buck. You know I’ll always try to—”

“Let’s order drinks,” Bucky says, cutting him off and pulling his hand out of Steve’s consoling one. Steve looks a little miffed, but Bucky pretends not to notice and flags down the barkeep.

“Get ye?” the man asks as he arrives at their table, wiping his hands on a towel. Bucky asks what he recommends they order to drink. The barkeep squints at him, as though Bucky’s outed himself as an outsider simply by having to ask. He grunts and says that he’ll bring them over two pints. Bucky’s certain he catches the guy muttering something about “Rich folk” on his way back to the bar.

Two big glasses get clunked onto the table a moment later. “Hope you like Guinness,” Bucky tells Steve as he sits back and pulls his own mug in close. “Or whatever this is.” It’s black, foamy on top, and Bucky lifts the heavy glass to drink from it. The foam gets all over his upper lip. He pulls back and smacks his lips loudly. “Wow. I really hate beer.” He sips again, accumulating more foam. Steve laughs at him and Bucky raises an eyebrow. Deciding to be a shit, he swipes the foam away on a finger, then sucks that finger into his mouth in a purposefully suggestive manner.

“Buck,” Steve scolds, still smiling. “Take it easy.”

Bucky refrains from rolling his eyes. “Oh. So I can’t entice you in public then?”

Steve’s eyebrows rise. “Entice?”

“Mm.” Bucky shrugs. “I mean, you wouldn’t want me doing anything like, say … this?” He scoots so close to Steve that they’re pressed full together from shoulder to hip, then slides his hand onto Steve’s leg. Even from over his trousers, Bucky can feel the firm muscle of his thigh. “Husband?”

Steve’s gone still, and after a moment of what Bucky interprets as shock, his hand finds Bucky’s under the table and removes it. “Yeah. Definitely not that.”

“Oh come on. Don’t be such an old man.”

“I’m hardly old,” Steve drawls. “Just because you’re a child.”

“You’re the one who married me,” Bucky grumbles before he can help it. Steve stiffens though, having heard. He lets go of Bucky’s hand.

“I meant it figuratively, of course,” he snips. “You’re of majority.”

Yeah and you’re a twenty-nine year old Alpha who pity-married your beta first. Who even does that? Bucky can’t bring himself to say it out loud, though he wants to. When he starts to slide his hand back onto Steve’s thigh, the alpha sighs and removes it again. “Honestly, Buck, what do you want me to say: ‘Yes, you can go ahead and grope me in public’?”

“Nobody would’ve seen,” Bucky snipes. “I was just trying to have some fun.”

Steve looks like he doesn’t know what to say to that. Before he can say anything, the sound of a piano chimes, someone having started in on a loud tune across the bar. It’s a drinking song that’s obviously well-known, as many of the patrons laugh and start to sing along. “There,” Steve says, wrapping his arm around Bucky’s waist and hugging him against his side. He kisses his hair and gives him a playful squeeze. “Stop trying to molest me and just enjoy the atmosphere.”

Bucky grunts, pulls his beer in closer to sip it, and tries not to admit to himself how much he likes the feeling of being held tightly against Steve’s body.

Several beers and many songs later, the pub is in full swing. The man who’d been playing songs at the piano an hour ago has been replaced by a younger—and drunker—woman, and she’s banging out tunes that have far bawdier lyrics, much to Bucky’s delight.

He’s drunk now. He waited until Steve got caught up in conversation with a friendly stranger, then took several shots in rapid succession before he could be caught. Now, Steve has excused himself to the restroom and Bucky’s taken his chance again to order and down another two shots. He goes to the piano’s side with a few other fellows who’re singing along, and stands there drinking his beer and singing loudly along with the current song that he thinks he’s got about half the lyrics down pat—something about a locksmith’s mistress.

The other people have noticed Bucky and that he’s American, and they start cheering for him to take the lead in the chorus. And hey, since Bucky’s drunk and wants to piss Steve off, he figures this is a good way to test the waters. It’s not like he isn’t having fun being stupid in public, anyways. So he gets up on a bench and starts singing the worst of the lewd lyrics with everyone clapping and singing along with him.

Everybody is ruddy-cheeked and howling with laughter and drunkenness, and Bucky is actually starting to crack himself up. Down below, somebody shoves what must be the prettiest girl in the room forward and they hoist her up onto Bucky’s bench, and Bucky takes her into his arms and they sing the lyrics together, him getting the words wrong out of ignorance, and her out of utter drunkenness. The chorus comes ‘round again and they’re all about to sing it, but then Steve comes back from the restroom and sees the situation. And he does not look pleased. His eyes widen in shock, aimed straight at where Bucky has his arm wrapped around the pretty girl’s waist. Then they narrow to slits, 

Oh boy.

Bucky grins and lowers the girl back down to the floor. “Sorry Doll,” he says. “I think this is where I leave you.”

“Aww no!!” The crowd moans and protests the ‘Crazy American’ leaving, but Bucky waves them off with a drunken salute. “I love you!” he says. “Goodnight! Godspeed! God save the queen!”

The people roar and cheer even louder at that, and just when Bucky’s about to say he’ll be back tomorrow night, he feels Steve’s big hand wrap around his wrist and give a firm yank. “Let’s go.”

Outside on the street, Bucky has to keep his eyes focused on the sidewalk because everything in London is cobblestoned and therefore a literal deathtrap for any pedestrian who’s had more than two drinks. “Ouch! Oof! Steve, slow down!” Bucky’s giggling and stumbling, holding onto Steve’s arm as they walk and gleefully aware of how unhappy his husband is. The upset, possessive Alpha smell coming off of him is the biggest indicator. Bucky snickers, amused by it as they walk. “You smell mad, Steve.”

Steve grunts.

“Are you mad?” Bucky asks, voice lilting childishly, even to his own ears.

Steve huffs and pulls him along. “Yes, Bucky. I’m mad.”

“But whyyy?” Bucky whines. 

“Because. You were behaving like a fool.”

“Pft. So what?”

Steve’s arm muscles stiffen where Bucky’s hanging onto him. “You’re a Senator’s husband!”

Bucky huffs. He knows that. If they were in the States, he’d almost certainly be in the penny papers by morning print. And it would not be good for Steve’s image or his career “Why’d we hafta leave?” he slurs, not paying attention to Steve’s answer at all. He knows he was being completely inappropriate. That’d been the point. He doesn’t admit this to Steve, of course. “I was having fun!”

“Too much fun,” Steve says, voice clipped.

Bucky grumbles unhappily. “No.”

“Come on. We’re here.”

The next thing Bucky knows, they’re in the apartment, and—wow—he must be drunker than he thought, because hadn’t they just been in the street? “Huh,” he says, rubbing his eyes and shrugging his jacket off onto the floor. He hears Steve make a frustrated sound and turns to face him. “What?”

“Pick that up,” Steve says. “You’re not going to make a mess in my home.”

“Your home?” Bucky frowns. “What’s yours is mine, Dear.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah yeah. Hang your things up, or at least put them in the bin where the servants will find them.”

It takes Bucky a few seconds to process that, and when he does, he gets defensive and sneers at Steve. “The ‘bin’? The ‘bin’ is the trashcan, Steve. Don’t you speak British?” He’s being nothing but snotty and difficult, but that’s the whole point. He kicks his jacket across the floor, though it doesn’t move very far—certainly not far enough to be satisfying. “S’fine,” he insists brattily. “I’ll get it tomorrow.”

Steve clearly doesn’t think this is funny. He stands there looking annoyed, hands on his hips. “Trust me, tomorrow you are not going to be in any shape to tidy this place. Come on Bucky. Pick it up. I’m not playing this game with you.”

Bucky stills, the amusement draining from his face at the rude awakening of Steve's Voice.  “‘Game’?” he says lowly. “You think I’m playing a game?”

“Pick up your things and come to bed.” Steve doesn’t spare him another glance as he turns and leaves the room.

Bucky scoffs at the authority in his tone, and at the fact that he's pretty much dismissed Bucky by turning his back and walking away. Bucky scoops up his jacket and follows after him, standing in the doorway to the bedroom and crossing his arms as he watches Steve starting to get undressed.

“Hang your jacket up,” Steve says.

Bucky drops it. “Make me.” He kicks his shoes off one by one, just to add to the insolence. 

“Oh.” Steve says. He nods and calmly removes his cufflinks and watch. He sets them aside on the highboy, then takes the time to neatly remove his shirt and drape it over the footboard of the bed. Bucky gets distracted at the sight of Steve’s bared upper body in only an undershirt—his toned back and wide shoulders and tapered waist … But then Steve turns to face him, and the look he gives Bucky is all business. “Is that how it is, then?” he asks quietly.

Bucky nods, though in all honesty he feels a bit nervous to be actively challenging Steve like this. Even for someone like him, it’s bold. Steve is his Headship, after all, and his features are hardening rapidly at Bucky’s behavior. “That’s how it is,” Bucky says.

Steve inhales deeply, looking disappointed. “You’re sloppy-drunk Buck. How many shots did you down while I was away from the table?”

Bucky's face slackens, taken-aback and annoyed that Steve knows about the shots. Digging his heels in, he shrugs and lets a mean little chuckle escape. “I dunno. Who cares? I was having fun.” He gets up in Steve’s face and points at him. “Because that’s what real people do, Steve. They have fun, they get drunk.”

“It’s how alcoholics have fun,” Steve snaps, not backing down from Bucky’s closeness. “Or bratty betas who’re trying to cause a scene.”

Bucky freezes, caught out by Steve’s words. “I—I wasn’t—”

“Oh, weren’t you?” Steve cants his head. “You’re telling me that little display wasn’t you trying to push your boundaries with me?”

Bucky feels his cheeks heat. “Boundaries?” He scoffs. “What boundaries? You haven’t set any. I’m not a child.” Bitterly, he adds, “Like you have any right to—”

“I have every right to, and you know it,” Steve says tersely. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to make it a formal thing in our marriage. I was hoping you’d just—"

“Just what, Steve? Hm? Just behave? Fall in line? Obey you?”

Steve's lips twist unhappily. “It was in your marriage vows, if you’ll remember correctly.”

That hits Bucky like a slap in the face. Because, shit: it really was, wasn’t it? “Well we both know this was a marriage of convenience,” he counters, flustered and well-aware of the new level of nasty he’s taking this to. “I didn’t get to write the vows, I just had to say them.”

“But you did agree to say them. I gave you ample opportunity to back out,” Steve says. "I left the choice to you."

“And leave my family in ruin?” Bucky scoffs. “Yeah, some choice that was.” He glares at Steve and growls, though it’s nothing like the sort of sound Steve could put out, if he wanted to. “I never wanted this. I never wanted you!” Steve is coming closer, backing him up against the wall and holding him in place with his stare and his pure physicality, their chests only inches apart. Bucky gulps at the proximity and the scent of him. Steve smells …

“You want boundaries?” he says. “You’ll get them.”

Overcome by the unnerving urge to bare his neck to his Alpha, Bucky swallows heavily and forces himself not to. “You gonna hit me?” he asks, genuinely worried that Steve might do it. He certainly looks displeased enough.

For a second, Steve’s eyes go soft, but then they harden again. “You seem to think you can keep asking that, then provoking me, then asking again, and it’ll never happen.” He tips his head down to Bucky's level, leaning in closer—close enough that Bucky would think he was going to kiss him, if they weren’t in their present situation. “What do you think I should do to you, hm? You think I should spank you? Put you over my knee?”

Bucky gulps and shakes his head the barest bit. “No.”

Steve’s eyebrows draw together, mocking him with a sympathetic pout. “No? Hm. Over the bed then? I think that’s how my mother did it with my fathers. Or maybe with your palms against the wall. Or wait, I know; I’ll have you bend right in half and grab your ankles. That’s the most humiliating position of all, isn’t it? Maybe that’s what it’ll take with you. I've been spending all this time trying to be lenient, trying to be your friend. But maybe that’s not what you need.”

Bucky whimpers, overwhelmed by this new side of Steve he’s seeing. “S-steve,”

“Maybe you just need to be put in your place.” Steve physically presses him against the wall, crowding him until their chests are touching and he’s putting his lips to Bucky’s ear to whisper, “You think I don’t know how to assert myself in this marriage, Bucky? Well try me. I didn’t put the capital H in Headship, but we both know it’s there. And I wasn’t raised to neglect my Spouse.” He steps back, giving back those few inches of space, though it hardly makes a difference for how stuck in place Bucky feels. “I’ll discipline you when I feel it’s needed.”

“Now?!”

He shakes his head. “Tonight was your last freebie.”

Bucky is left gaping, unable to untangle his cowed thoughts from his outraged ones. He’s drunk, so he settles on growling and jerking away from Steve, headed to the bathroom to get away from him. “I hate you!” he snaps, not clever enough to come up with anything more creative to say. 

Steve doesn’t reply or follow after him, thank goodness.

Bucky runs himself a bath just so that he can have time to himself. But eventually the bathwater gets cold, and he's forced to concede that his reprieve is over.

He pulls the plug from the drain and dries off using one of the big fluffy towels. Steve’s London apartment really is very luxurious, but he doesn’t have time to appreciate the fine crystal fixtures or the smooth marble floors. He knows he has to go back out to the bedroom and face his husband now, and he so doesn’t want to.

When he gets out there, Steve is sitting up against the headboard, legs under the covers and changed into his night clothes. He’s holding a book, the bedside lamp’s gas flame just barely illuminating the darkness. “Hey,” he says, marking his place in the book and setting it aside. He pats the bed next to him. “Come on over here.”

Bucky frowns, feeling vulnerable with his hair wet and nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He goes over to the vacant side of the bed. “... You want me to sleep in here?” he asks, audibly unsure. He’d been expecting Steve to tell him to sleep in another of the bedrooms.

“I don’t subscribe to the notion of kicking Spouses out of bed for misbehavior,” Steve says. He nods for Bucky to lie down. “Come here.” 

Bucky bites his lip, eyes roving over to where his own nightclothes are stored in the dresser … 

“You don’t need them,” Steve says, bringing Bucky’s attention back. He nods at the towel. “You’ve been so eager to drop your clothing all night. You can stay naked.”

That makes Bucky’s guts twist with dread—and okay, maybe the barest twinge of arousal. The dread far outweighs it, though. He hesitates, but eventually listens, dropping the towel and climbing under the covers quickly. He doesn’t want to be naked in front of Steve. “Don’t touch me,” he says when he’s laid down and Steve is moving closer.

Steve pauses, body going stiff where he’d been about to pull Bucky into his arms. "What?"

“I don’t want to have sex,” Bucky mumbles, not quite able to meet his eyes. “Please don’t make me.”

Steve’s scent sours even worse than when he was angry and had Bucky pinned against the wall. It’s a long moment before he speaks, and when he does, his voice is quiet but firm: “I will never force you to have sex with me, Bucky. Do you understand that?” Bucky keeps his eyes down and nods, but Steve doesn’t accept that. “Look at me.”

Bucky inhales at the use of Steve’s Voice. He meets his eyes … and is surprised to see that Steve doesn’t look mad. He does look like he’s waiting for Bucky to listen to something important, though. “What?” Bucky snaps self-consciously.

“I know what I said about being your Headship, Buck. And I meant it. But I promise you: I won’t ever make you do anything sexual that you don’t want.”

He squirms, embarrassed even though he’s glad to hear Steve say this. “Don’t see why not,” he mumbles. “It’s your ‘right’ just like everything else. You’re the Headship, and I’m just the beta Second you pity-married.”

Steve can obviously hear all of the quiet scorn in that, but he doesn’t take the bait. He stares at him for a long moment, his unhappy gaze boring into Bucky from across the bed. “Go to sleep, Buck,” he finally says, sounding sad. “Trust me: I have zero interest in touching you that way tonight. I was just going to hold you while we fall asleep.”

“Sure. Whatever.”

“… And you only ever have to say ‘no’ to me, if you don’t want it,” he adds. His scent has turned to something kind of … hollow and forlorn. Bucky doesn’t like it. “Go to sleep,” he says again, then reaches over to turn down the lamp.

They’re left in darkness illuminated only by the faint speck of the lamp's pilot light. Bucky feels the motions as Steve shuffles and lays down on the mattress, firmly on his side of the bed. Bucky lies down too, tucking into himself and scrubbing his cheek into the pillow, facing away from Steve.

He winds up feeling cold and alone, and wishing he’d allowed his alpha to hold him after all.

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I am weak for yanderes, and ABO♥️♥️💛💜!!! What's your take on yandere alpha shinsou/aizawa/hawks finding out his pregnant omega left without him, but finds them in a hospital bed with the baby wrapped up in their arms? Me seeing you write: oops lemme just🤰🤰

Yandere! alpha! Hitoshi shinso, Shouta Aizawa, and Keigo Takami x Pregnant! Omega! Reader

Hitoshi Shinso

His inner alpha was snarling at him as he ripped your den to shreds, looking every possible where for you. 

He was livid. 

He had told you- no, demanded you tell him if you went anywhere without him. 

Ever since you fell to Stockholm syndrome, he’s trusted you outside as long as you tell him. 

He should’ve known he was stupid trusting you so easily.

God, he was an idiot. 

You were literal days away from your due date with his pup, which meant you couldn’t have gone far. You would still be in Musutafu.

Throwing on his capture weapon, Hitoshi stomped his way to the front door, only to pause as the house phone rang. 

An unknown number showed up, making Hitoshi furrow a brow.  

Maybe he was a bit too brash. Maybe you had gotten lost and your phone had died. 

You were such an obedient thing, he had trained you well. 

And oh, yeah. 

You were pregnant with his pup. 

Picking up the phone, Hitoshi was back to rushing once more this time, not boiling with rage. 

No instead, he was brimming with joy. 

Absolutely smitten as he ran to the nearest hospital. He had been there a dozen times with you for ultrasounds and such. 

Now he was going there to meet his new pride and joy. 

He didn’t even need directions, as they had a private room booked in advance for you in case you went into labour early, as you did. 

Hitoshi took a minutes to calm himself before walking into your hospital room, nearly choking on his spit. 

You were sitting there, tired, but glowing with a small pink bundle in your arms, beaming up once you noticed Hitoshi.

“Alpha! I’m so sorry! I meant to call you but the contractions just increased so suddenly and then-”

He held up a hand, choosing instead just to walk over and sit with you.

You could explain later, for now, he was just happy to have you ant his pup and his arms once more. 

Shouta Aizawa

Aizawa had spies all over the place. he was a teacher for gods sake.

He trusted class 1-A with knowing you were his omega, and when he told them you were pregnant, the understood his protective stand point even more. 

If you told Aizawa you were going out, he had at least two of his students follow you everywhere. 

They stayed far enough back that they weren’t seen, easily staying on your track nonetheless. 

So when you told Aizawa you were going to head out for a small cravings run, he had two of his best stealth students follow you. 

To say he was startled when they came running back, panting and hair wild would be an understatement. 

They quickly explained that you suddenly collapsed, an ambulance being  called before escorting you to the hospitals. 

He called in mic to sub before he himself was rushing off

Was something wrong with you and the pup?

Were you going to be okay?

Aizawa cared and loved for your unborn pup of course, but mom came first. 

You would always come first. 

Walking to your room, Aizawa let out a questioning chirp, relaxing ever so slightly when you answered. 

Walking in, he purred at the sight of you in the hospital bed, perfectly healthy-

well, almost. 

Your once prominent bump was now flat, making aizawa frown.

Where was your pup?

You seemed to sense his confusion, shaking your head with a smile before shuffling a little. an incubator was beside your bed, a blue bundle squirming inside of it in a restless slumber. 

Like father like son you supposed.  

You explained that you collapsed from pain, but you thought they were phantom hicks. 

Nope. Before you knew it, you were delivering your son. 

Aizawa made a mental note to make a list of people to watch over your son. 

No problem child was not on it since he was a magnet for trouble. 

He was totally on it because he was strong and would protect you and your son till his dying breath. 

Keigo Takami

Keigo was a top ten hero, you bet your sweet ass he followed you whenever possible. 

He constantly had a feather with you always. whether you knew it or not. 

He could tell when you were too hot, too cold, in trouble, didn’t matter. 

He knew

He rerouted his patrol to cover places you frequented a lot. 

He was always near you.

It didn’t matter. 

He was your alpha and he took that position with pride. 

that and the position of the father to your pup.

He took that position with pride. 

When he got a text from Miruko that you were seen detouring from the area Hawks allowed you to travel

That immediately had his hassles raised as he took off, abandoning his hero duties in favor of finding you. 

He followed his instincts, and the connection with his feather, landing in front of a hospital. 

Immediately, his mind went nuts, thinking of everything that went wrong. 

Whatever it was, you had the sense to get yourself to a hospital, so you were safe in that sense. 

When he walked in, a nurse was already waiting for him escorting him to your room. 

He caught you just as they were wheeling you back into your room, a yellow bundle in your arms, which you were cooing at constantly. 

When you noticed him, you smiled before using one hand to move the blankets away slightly, Keigo watching as bright red, small little wings fluttered free. 

Keigo could only preen in joy, purring into your ear just how proud of his dove he was.

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go greek!

18+

synopsis- after a lot of convincing eren managed to get you to come to his frat party, where will the night take you?

cw- eren jaeger x f!reader, college au, praise kink, inexperienced reader (not a virgin), alcohol (y/n nor eren get drunk), sub reader, nipple play (f receiving), sex, all characters are 18+

these are just stereotypes about certain sorority’s/frats at a college in my state! Each college is different!

you didn’t really understand how you got put in this situation. Loud cheering, the smell of cheap beer and the sight of people making out in almost every corner of the crowded house.

You belonged to a sorority on your campus, definitely not a top tier… but you were in a sorority! Everyone knew your house as sweet and cute, but were innocent, rarely left the house.

You focused mainly on your classes like your sisters, you didn’t pay attention to any of the frats. That was until you met him. Eren Jaeger. It was a simple school girl crush on a guy in your poli sci class. You would of never imagined that a guy like him would ever pay attention to you.

When Eren found out that you were in Greek life he asked “why haven’t I seen you at any parties?” He quickly understooon once you said your sororities name, chi o’s. Everyone know chi omegas dont party much to keep their “good girl” status.

Eren asked you if you wanted to come to a party on Friday that his frat was hosting, pi kappa alpha (pike), you told him that you needed to study. Your sisters always told you to never hang out with a pike, they were just rich fuckboys who would use you and throw you out the next day.

But eren couldn’t be like that- could he?

Eren had grown bored of fucking tri delta’s and kappa kappa gamma girls, all they cared about was status. But not you. No, you were different. Eren knew the reputation he held, a class A douche bag. He just hoped that you hadn’t of heard about his reputation, in fear that it would scare you away. He hated how he was In the past, he wanted to change for the better and leave his fuck boy status in the past.

That’s how you ended up here. At the pike’s frat house, alone, no eren to be seen. As you tried looking around the house you felt an arm reach around your shoulder. Your plan was to stay at home and watch a movie like you did most weekends, but something overcame you and you decided to do something out of your comfort zone.

“Why are you all alone little lady?” Asked a clearly drunk man, “I- I’m sorry, have you seen eren? I was supposed to meet him here” you nervously responded looking up at the male.

“Y/n!” You heard from across the room. It was eren, even from at a distance you could tell he was upset. There was some bickering between eren and the boy who was talking to you, jean. But eventually he grumbled some words under his breath and left.

“I’m really sorry about that. He didn’t scare you too much did he?” Asked eren guiding you to an empty sofa. “I’m okay! Thanks for inviting me, your brothers seem nice…?” Your words came out more unsure than you were planning.

Chuckling he said “yeah sorry about them… so um, can I get you a drink?” Nodding your head you replied “s-sure!” Eren came back with two red solo cups, one for you and one for him. You smelled the liquid within the cup for a second before bring it to your lips. It tasted like strawberry lemonade with a bitter vodka aftertaste.

Your face scrunched your at the bitter taste. “Don’t force yourself to drink that if you don’t like it” chucked eren as he watched you try to drink the vodka concoction. “It’s okay! It’s just a little stronger than what I’m use to!” You replied taking another sip. By now that the alcohol was flowing through your system, the taste didn’t bother you as much.

You continued to chat with eren about your major; poli sci. Which was the same as erens, you talked about favorite tv shows and your favorite places to get food near campus. You where really surprised at how much you were enjoying yourself. Frat parties had always seemed really scary, but this was the exact opposite. You were actually having fun for once, not stressed about grades and trying to keep your high gpa.

Your conversation was suddenly interrupted as girl walked up to eren. “Hey eren” she slurred, “you look really nice tonight… wanna go back to my place and have more fun” she asked. Your heart sunk. She was extremely pretty, and you recognized her. She was the president of a sorority on campus. The top sorority on campus.

Before eren could open his mouth you said “s-sorry umm excuse me” as you quickly got up from the sofa tears started to prick the corner of your eyes. Somehow you found a room that was empty, you sat down on the bed as you tried to control yourself from crying.

I knew it was a bad idea to come here… eren could never see me as more than a girl he chatted with in class…

The door surprisingly swung open causing you to become startled. “I’m sorry y/n- I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just worried, you ran off so suddenly” eren spoke as he made his way to the bed. “Shouldn’t you be with that girl right now…” you mumbled brushing some stray tears from off your cheek.

“Why would I be with her? Y/n- I want to be here with you. That’s why I’ve been talking with you this whole night, your fun to be around”

“Really…?”

“Yes really, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel sad”

“It’s okay… maybe we should go back downstairs, I don’t want to be in a random persons room.”

“Nah don’t worry about it this is my room”

“O- oh okay”

Eren leaned in a bit closer, “you know your really pretty, right” you felt heat rush to your face as you quickly said “oh- umm thank you!” You felt his hand cup your face as he said “is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Yes please”

When his lips finally connected with yours the sweet taste of the strawberry lemonade filled your senses. He nibbled a bit on your lower lip letting you know to open your mouth a bit more letting his tongue slip in.

A little moan escaped your mouth as erens hand made its way to waist, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You make the cutest sounds” he hummed as he pulled away from your mouth.

“At any moment you want to stop, just let me know, okay” he spoke in a gentle but stern tone. “O-okay” you replied. “So are you like a… virgin?” Eren asked, “what! n-no, I’ve only done it once… it’s been a while” you said shifting your face away from his as embarrassment spread through your body like a wild fire.

“Look at me cutie, that’s totally okay. Is it okay if I take this off?” He asked as his fingers lingered on your skirt. “Yes please” you breathily murmured. Now that your skirt was off you were left in your lace panties and a tank top.

Eren began lightly sucking on your neck as he made his way closer to your chest, looking at you he asked for permission to remove your tank top and bra as was well which you quickly gave him a nod of approval. His mouth made its way to your breasts as he began sucking and licking your nipples, you could already tell that by the time he reached your panties you would be drenched.

“Fuck- your going to look so pretty all marked up” he spoke as his tongue sucked on your nipple while he rolled the other one with his thumb. “Pleaseee eren” you breathily moaned as the pulsing feeling in your pussy was growing stronger.

“Please what?” He teased, “eren!” You whined giving him a pouty face.

“Come on y/n, tell me”

“Eren please touch me!”

In an instant eren swiftly removed your underwear, he threw it to some random corner of his room. Before you could complain about him throwing them so far away you were pleasantly surprised when he thrusted two of his fingers into you.

You quickly smacked your hand over your mouth to conceal your moan. “I want to hear you” he said sternly, you quickly removed your hand from your mouth not wanting to disappoint eren.

“Much better”

Even though he was just fucking you with his fingers it felt so good. “Ah!” You moaned as you felt eren move his another finger to your little bundle of nerves. “You like that?” He questioned, although he knew the obvious answer.

“Yes! Feels ‘s- so good!” You managed to speak out. “I can feel you tightening around me, are you gonna cum?” Questioned eren. “Y..yes!” You moaned loudly as your body finally gave in to all of the pleasure as you hit your release.

Eren pulled his fingers away from you, your essence dripping down his hand. “Look you made a mess” he spoke as he brought his hand to his mouth. “Mmhm you taste sweet” he said after licking his fingers clean.

“Erenn that’s embarrassing” you whined throwing your arm up to cover your face. “Don’t do that” said a stern voice as a hand grabbed your wrist and brought it down to the side of your body.

“Don’t hide from me, I want to see your face” said eren, by now you could see his cock was hard, the outline very prominent in his pants. “Please eren” you panted as you squeezed your legs together in anticipation. “You want my cock?” Chuckled eren knowing that you desperately wanted him.

“Yes eren! Please”

“Good girl”

He slipped off his sweatpants and shirt, you could see how big his cock was just from the imprint in his boxers. Your mouth was basically drooling from staring at erens flawless washboard abs.

Your heart was pounding out of your chest when you felt eren rub is flushed tip against your soaking entrance. “Erennn just put in it” you whined giving eren a pouty face. “You are just so needy” he chuckled as he teased you a bit more. You gasped when you suddenly felt eren thrust himself into you, barley giving you any time to adjust to the feeling.

“Holy shit- your so tight” he swore as he picked up his pace. “Aah! Erennn” you moaned as his hips slammed against yours. You couldn’t believe the situation you were in, you tried to remember how it even escalated to this but your body was so overwhelmed with pleasure you were having a hard time remembering.

“H-harder!” You cried tightening yourself against eren. “Fuck” a curse slipped out of eren’s mouth as you did that. “Feels ‘s- so good” you said as ecstasy flowed through your body.

“Your being such a good girl for me, taking me so well fuck- such a good job” he praised as he fucked you at a ruthless pace.

As eren looked down at you tits bouncing up and down, he felt so much different than he did with other girls. He didn’t want to fuck you then throw you out, he wanted to cuddle with you and litter you with kisses. Was he crazy…? Or was he just catching feelings…?

“Keep going eren! I-I’m so close!” You moaned as one of eren hands made its was to your clit gently massaging it. “Your doing so fucking good for me, I know you can do it, be a good girl and cum for me” he said as he felt you squeeze him even tighter than before. You felt yourself finally hit your peak. Pure bliss washed over your body as you rode out your orgasm with a high pitch moan.

“Fuck” groaned eren as he quickly pulled out squirting his cum onto your stomach. After taking a couple deep breaths he got up, leaving you alone. You knew deep down all he wanted was sex, you decided that in a minute you would get up to clean yourself off then leave the party.

“Eren..?” You said in shock seeing him come out of the attached bathroom with a small damp towel. “Yes y/n?” He questioned as he made his way over to you then began cleaning you off.

“Oh- nothing!” You responded quickly smiling at the boy in front of you. “You didn’t think I was gonna leave you here, did you?” He questioned with a smile.

“What! No-” you replied with a huff, before you could finish eren cut you off with his laugh.

“I would never leave you here alone, I hope you know that”

“Yeah, I do now….”

“Good”

Eren laid down in bed next to you grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to his warm body.

“Goodnight y/n”

“Goodnight eren”

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