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Okay! Here we are with the ace alpha Din story I’ve been teasing the past couple weeks! Honestly I’m super happy with how this turned out. Could I talk more about this universe and the gender assumptions and norms? Yes. Could I talk more about the experience of being ace in this universe? Yes. But this also covers everything I wanted to cover here.

Maybe I’ll write more. Who knows...

Warnings: Talk of sex, feelings of inadequacy, feelings of confusion, brief derogatory language, non-explicit violence, A/B/O dynamics. 

Word Count: 5k

Ace alpha Din x ace omega f!reader

You'd been with the Mandalorian and the child for weeks. Since he'd stepped in and saved you. 

You'd always thought those stories of alphas protecting people were just bedtime stories. You certainly had never expected to be proven wrong so thoroughly and repeatedly. 

After that first incident, you had apparently somehow become one of two people Mando protected. The other was the child, precious and precocious and adorable. 

And it was good. Better than good, really. You got to see more of the galaxy than you ever would have on your own. You helped take care of the child, and Mando when he needed it. (Which was often. He didn't always remember to feed himself, and you were ruthless about shoving food at him and leaving before he could do anything like hand it back.) You never felt like you were in danger, and for all that your life was constantly on the go now, you also had more of a sense of belonging than you had in years. 

Sure, you didn't need an alpha… but it was nice to have one around, anyway. 

Speaking of the alpha… 

He dropped lightly to the floor of the hold, child cradled in one arm, armor gleaming and in place as usual. 

"I'll be back tomorrow," he promised you, handing over the child. "Be good." 

You weren't sure if that last was aimed at the child… or at you. So you just smiled. "Good hunting." 

He nodded once before he turned and left, apparently already supplied and ready to go. He did grab the pulse rifle before he left, though. You'd noticed he hardly ever left it behind. 

Then the ship closed up behind him and you looked down at the child, wrinkling your nose playfully. "Well, kiddo, what shall we do for now?" 

You had been raised with the standard omega being a house parent. Omegas on your home planet didn't really hold jobs, more focused on family and home. But you'd never been interested in that. You'd been far too curious, too interested in exploring the galaxy and seeing what all there was to see. 

Despite that, you'd settled into the role of caretaker for the little one pretty easily. He was easy to entertain, most of the time, and easy to feed. 

You'd just given him his dinner and sat next to him, absently frowning at the rear hatch. Mando's scent lingered on the ship and the child, but not on you. He only rarely scented you, and you had to wonder about it. 

You were pretty sure he liked you. At least well enough to let you stay, and he trusted you with the kid. But he didn't scent you, didn't offer that you could scent him, didn't really do much of anything you associated with alpha behavior, except offer his silent protection whenever you went out. 

But the lack of action on his part sometimes made you wonder how he actually viewed you. 

Which brought its own set of problems.

Making a face at yourself, you reminded yourself to be grateful he wasn’t asking for more. Next to you, the child burped, interrupting your train of thought. 

The child finally fell asleep for the night in his floating pram, leaving you to sit in the hold in the almost oppressive silence. 

What were you doing, really? 

Groaning softly, you rubbed your forehead, feeling a stress headache coming on. Standing and stretching, you absently checked your nest. It wasn't much of a nest, not really, but you'd brought a few pillows and a few blankets to make your hammock more comfortable, the familiar scent of home and omega soothing to you. 

(And if you wanted a bit of alpha scent in there… well, that was just instincts, since you were traveling with him. Besides, you couldn't just ask him to scent one of your pillows, that was–no. Just no.)

You woke to the hiss of the carbonite unit, blinking blearily at the ceiling above you. Right. Mando must have gotten back. You yawned, debating trying to go back to sleep. 

There was a clang as the slab of carbonite slotted into place, and then footsteps. He was probably going to check on the kid then head up to the cockpit. 

But the footsteps stopped outside your nest, the scent of alpha growing stronger. There was something else in there too, a sort of sharpness to his scent that was definitely new. You blinked a couple times again to clear your vision before swinging your legs out of the hammock. 

"Mando?" You bit your lip, looking him over as much as you could. 

He was still fully clad, armor unscathed and only a little muddy, visor trained on you. He was breathing harder than he should be, holding himself almost completely still, but for the twitching of his fingers at his sides. Your gaze caught on a tear in his flight suit over his bicep, revealing a glimpse of skin and a trickle of blood. 

"Mando?" You asked again, a little alarmed now. "Are you okay? Do you need help?" You slid out of your hammock, shivering briefly when your bare feet touched the cold metal. 

He still didn't say anything, but he did move. He stepped in closer to you, very much into your personal space, yanking his gloves off with impatient motions. Both hands settled at your waist for a moment, and you could feel the tremble in his fingers. But, when you didn't object to the touch, he ran his hands up your sides to your shoulders. 

He was checking you for injuries, you realized, heart squeezing in your chest. Making sure you were unharmed. Why, you had no idea, but he was. 

"I'm okay," you murmured, low and soothing. "I'm not hurt. I'm fine." 

His shoulders relaxed a little, easing down, and he nodded once. 

And then he pulled you close, squished up against his armor, one big hand rubbing up and down your back. His hand paused at the nape of your neck and he growled, alpha-low and frustrated, before rubbing his wrist against your back. 

Very confused, but also okay with this so far, you just relaxed into his hold. "Mando?" You tried again. 

He huffed, the sound odd through the modulator, and lifted his hand to swipe his wrist over the top of your head. "Din." 

"Hmm?" You blinked at him, breathing deeply as the protect-safe-ally scent sank into your skin. It was far too pleasing. 

"Din." He dropped his head to your shoulder, cool metal just brushing your ear. This close, you could hear him breathing, long, deep inhales and slow, shuddering exhales. 

"Din?" 

He groaned softly, free hand clutching you closer and rubbing more of his scent onto your clothes. 

Oh. Oh. His name. His name was Din. Your lips parted in surprise, something warm blooming in your chest. 

"Din," you repeated, and got another soft groan in response. "Are you hurt?"

He grumbled something vaguely in the negative before he moved, picking you up and ignoring your startled yelp as he moved the two of you to a corner. He sat, arranging you in his lap so you were curled against him, as comfortable as you could be with beskar under your ass. His arms stayed around your waist, holding you there and keeping you warm. 

This was… new. Honestly, you weren't entirely sure you were awake, this was so far from the norm of his past behavior. He had always been very hands off. Didn't touch you without permission, and barely ever did touch you. He wasn't ever that verbose, but this level of nonverbal was new. A gentle rumble started in his chest, a soothing sound meant to reassure pack. 

Add that to the list of new things from him. 

Almost against your will, you relaxed into him. You trusted him not to hurt you, and he hadn't made any moves on you. In fact, he didn't seem to be interested in anything beyond cuddling, which was amazing and perfect and soothed a part of you that had been fretting about what if he wanted more. And, despite whatever had caused this, the cuddling was… nice. 

Not thinking too hard about it, you lifted one hand to rub your wrist against his cowl, scenting him in return. The rumbling increased in volume. 

A coo caught both of your attention, and you both looked at the child waddling towards you. Big green ears twitched and he lifted one hand in a clear request. 

Din huffed but lifted the kid, scooping him up and into your lap before securing his arm around the two of you. The kid nestled in against your front, keeping you thoroughly warm. 

Between the kid's soft snores as he quickly fell back asleep and the soothing rumble from Din, you drifted off again. 

You woke in your hammock, the child a warm weight sprawled over your chest. You blinked slowly, reluctant to wake all the way, and wiggled a bit to get comfortable. 

And then choked when your wiggling caused something to fall over your face. Dark cloth. Saturated in alpha scent. 

Din's cloak. 

That woke you up real fast, and you clutched the child to you as you sat up and slid out of the hammock. But the alpha was nowhere to be seen. 

You drew in a deep breath, sniffing yourself. Yup. He had very definitely scented you and the kid both. 

So that really had happened. 

But… what had caused it? Something must have. 

Confused and a little wary, you left the cloak on your hammock and made your way up to the cockpit. 

"Din?" 

He startled, shoulders tensing as he turned to face you. His pauldrons were gone, as well as the thigh plates. Something about it felt almost illicit, even though he wasn't actually showing any skin and you two had been cuddled up just hours ago. 

"Are you okay?" You stepped cautiously closer, sinking down into your normal seat, one hand absently smoothing across the child's back. 

He was very still for a few long moments before he nodded once, slowly. "I… apologize for my actions earlier," he murmured, low and… embarrassed? 

"You don't have to apologize to me," you said, slow and careful, testing his mood. "You didn't do anything I was uncomfortable with." 

Hands landing on his thighs, he shook his head slowly. "I was not entirely in control of myself." 

You blinked once, not trying too hard to hide your surprise. Everyone had heard of concoctions that could trigger heats, or ruts, or amplify instincts, or suppress them entirely. But you were surprised Din had been hit with something. "You were fine. You didn't do anything bad." 

Din was quiet, still tense, holding himself very still. "If you wished to leave–"

"No!" You shook your head, something akin to panic rising at the thought of leaving him, of leaving these two. "No, Din. Definitely not." 

His shoulders lowered, just a little, fingers relaxing against his thighs. "Okay." He was quiet for a few moments longer. "We're heading to drop off the bounties and collect more pucks." 

"Okay." You leaned back in your seat, relaxing a little now that the worst of this seemed to be over. "You want some caf?"

Din nodded once, turning his chair back to the controls. And that was that. You hauled the child with you as you went to make caf for yourself and Din. 

Hopefully he felt better after actually talking to you. 

But you had no way of knowing, not really. He kept himself hidden behind his armor, kept quiet, and didn't reach out again. He accepted food gracefully from you, but didn't push. 

He didn't scent you again, either. And a part of you was deeply disappointed at that. 

But you continued on, doing what you could to take care of him and the child both. Life had fallen into a sort of comfortable rhythm with them, honestly. 

And if you quietly watched Din and longed for his scent, for the opportunity to cuddle up to the fearsome warrior… well, you kept it to yourself. 

He clearly wasn't interested in you. 

Which wasn't an entirely bad thing, you reminded yourself on the next planet. You stuck close to Din after the first alpha had leered at you and started towards you, a familiar (and still horrifying) lust in their gaze. 

Din had stepped between you and the threat without a word, hand on his blaster. The other alpha had backed off. 

Din didn't say a word, just motioned you to keep close. And you did. Even if he wasn't interested in you, you trusted that he would protect you. 

That was enough. That would be enough. 

The child looked between you and Din and murmured a soft concern. You rubbed a hand over his back. 

"It's okay, kiddo," you whispered back for those big ears only. "Your dad is very good at keeping us safe." 

Din didn't stumble or even look your way, but his chest did puff out, just a bit. 

The cantina Din led you to was like so many others across the galaxy: dimly lit, warm, and with a potent mixture of scents. You wrinkled your nose, and the child in your arms sneezed. Twice. 

Din sidled up to the barkeep, and you more or less ignored his routine. You knew he was looking for information, you didn't need to listen in. 

Instead you surveyed the locals. Many of them were looking at you and Din, which honestly wasn't that uncommon. Din drew a lot of attention wherever he went - something about being the shiniest man in any given room. 

But one of them actually approached, an older man with a nasty scar bisecting the right side of his face. "Hey," he said sharply, frowning thunderously. "Their kind aren't allowed in here." He jerked a hand at you. 

Your heart lurched and then sank hard. Omegas. He meant omegas. 

Din turned to look at the man, slowly, assessing the situation. "She's with me." 

"No omegas allowed," the other alpha snapped, not giving an inch. "Make her leave, or we will." 

You swallowed hard, holding the child a little tighter as the tension in the room ratcheted higher. 

Din was silent and still but for his helmet shifting just slightly. Taking count, at a guess. Debating his moves. 

So you decided for him. "I'll be out front," you murmured to him. You took one step before leather-encased fingers closed around your wrist, gentle but immovable. 

"You can wait here," Din murmured. "As soon as I get the information I need, we'll go." 

"It's fine," you whispered, gaze darting from him to the locals, tension pulling your shoulders tight. 

The barkeep interrupted before anything else could happen. "Guy you're lookin' for lives way out," he said, polishing a glass as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. "You'll find him south of here." 

Din inclined his head to the barkeep and then stepped in between you and the rest of the room. He didn't release your wrist. Just gently guided you out, keeping himself between you and danger. 

"Are you alright?" He asked quietly once the two of you were walking away from the cantina. 

"I'm fine," you assured him. "Not hurt or anything, I promise. Just… startled." 

Din nodded once. But he still didn't release you yet, instead making sure you were with him as he walked. You didn't actually object, content to let him lead. 

You didn't really like this planet anymore. 

"Do you want to go back to the ship?" 

You startled at the question, just a little, before you shook your head. "No. I mean, you said you don't really expect this one to be violent, right? I'd rather stay with you." 

Din drew in a deep breath, just loud enough that you could hear it. And then he nodded once, swift and businesslike. "Okay," he rasped. 

The two of you traveled in silence after that but for the child cooing or burbling. And Din didn't release you. 

You tried very hard not to dwell on how nice it felt, how warm his hand was even through the leather, how easily he kept hold of your wrist. How much it made you feel wanted. 

Din finally released you as you two left the town behind. But he didn't move away from you, the closeness appeasing something tight in your chest and letting you breathe easier. 

Finally, Din paused. You could see a lone building up ahead, worn down and sagging. 

"Wait here," Din murmured. "I don't expect a fight but I know you'll be safe here." 

"Okay." You huffed but settled the kid more firmly against yourself. "We'll be here." 

Din stood for a moment longer, visor trained on you, before he nodded, short and sharp. And then he turned and was gone, stalking towards the building. 

You sighed and looked down at the kid, who had a handful of your top on hand. "Your dad, I swear," you muttered. "Alright. We might as well get comfy." You sat and settled the kid on your lap. 

It wasn't hard to keep the kid entertained with quiet games, and it helped distract you from the waiting too, which was good. 

Although, as it turned out, you didn't have to wait long after all. 

Din returned with the bounty in binders and nodded once to you. You stood and followed him, kid once again held against your front. 

The bounty took one look at you, sniffed the air, and grinned, showing off yellowed, sharp teeth. "Well, Mando, bet I know what you keep this one around for," he hissed, the insinuation clear in his tone. 

You went hot, outraged and embarrassed and flustered. But you never had a chance to say a word. Because Din's fist shot out and caught the bounty hard in the head, dropping him like a stone. 

"Let's go," Din grunted, hauling the bounty across his back and shoulders. You swallowed at the sight, at the very obvious show of strength, and followed him back to the ship. 

It didn't take him any time to get the bounty in carbonite, and then he was up the ladder and doing his pre-flight routine. You followed him up, sitting in your normal seat. You liked to watch him work, liked the casual competence with which he handled his ship. 

But it didn't ignite any kind of sparks in your belly. You'd heard (and read) so many accounts where omegas got hot under the collar from various things, usually describing how warm they felt, or how certain parts of them reacted. 

And you just… didn't. You never had. Most of the time, you kind of thought you were broken. Even during heat, you didn't want a sexual partner, just someone to be with you and take care of you. 

Sounded to you a lot like you were broken, or something. 

And you never intended for Din to find out, because he'd probably leave you if he did. (He wouldn't even be the first, and you couldn't blame any of your previous partners, alpha or otherwise, because how could they be expected to stay when you didn't even experience heat like a normal omega–) 

"We've got a few days until we get to the next stop," Din told you without turning around, piloting the ship easily up and through atmo, back into open space. 

"Okay." You waited until he'd made the jump to hyperspace before you stood and stretched, putting the kid down in his lap. Din just grunted and moved one hand to help support the kid, and to keep him away from the controls. "I'm gonna take the 'fresher for a bit." 

Din nodded, and you headed down into the hold to grab fresh clothes and then lock yourself in the 'fresher. 

You didn't even notice all was not well for another standard day. The first hint was the heat, leaving you uncomfortable even in the cool hold, until you had kicked off your blankets. Then you sat up and looked around, instincts itching, chewing on your lip. You needed… something. 

Sliding out of your hammock, you shoved a couple crates around to make sure more enclosed space for yourself, and then pulled your blankets over. It wasn't until you were half way through constructing a basic nest that you realized what was happening. 

You were going into heat. 

Your eyes closed for a moment, shoulders tensing. Oh this was bad. You were still at least a standard day away from the next stop, and by then you'd be well in heat. 

And of course you didn't have the meds to delay this heat. (Not that you liked doing that - it always made the next one more intense.) 

Fuck. Oh fuck. 

The sound of a hatch opening made you startle, and you turned to see Din emerging from his sleeping cubby. He was dressed down, armor stored for now, but helmet firmly in place as always. He looked good, still rumpled from sleep, and you honestly wanted nothing more than to curl up in the safety of his arms and sleep. 

A soft call of your name brought you back to attention from your mental wanderings. "Are you okay?" He stepped closer slowly, hands loose at his sides. Trying his best to be non-threatening. 

Not that he could ever really threaten you. You doubted you would ever find him scary. 

"I'm…" you paused, hands trembling, unable to look at him. "I'm going into heat."

The statement sat between the two of you, heavy and dead. You swallowed hard, shifting your weight. When he still hadn't responded after a few moments, you hurried to continue. 

"I don't expect anything, of course. I mean, I know you're busy, you've got a lot of things you have to do, but maybe you can just… drop me somewhere for a few days? I don't want to–to–make you uncomfortable." 

Din shook his head slowly, taking another step closer. "No," he murmured. "You won't. But I can't… I can't give you what you need." He shifted his weight, shoulders curled in, hands twitching at his side. 

Your heart cracked, pain an immediate and undeniable reaction to the admittedly gentle let down. You sucked in a sharp breath, looking away. 

But. Wait. Rational thought partially returned. He could cuddle you. He had before. Sure, it had kind of been under the influence, but he was clearly capable of it. You wouldn't even ask him to remove any clothing or anything, you could work with clothed cuddles. 

"Din," you started slowly, lifting your gaze again, "what do you think I need?" 

He shifted again, shoulders curling in, about as sheepish as ever you'd seen him. "Well, you're in heat, you need…" he trailed off, making an aborted hand gesture. 

"Din." You licked your lips, hope curling delicate and tentative in your chest. "I don't want sex." 

He stopped, holding so still you wondered if he was even breathing. "You… don't?"

"No. I'm, uh." You swallowed, nerves fluttering in your stomach along with the hope, making your fingers tingle and your heart pound. "I never want sex. I'm not… I've never been interested. I think I'm broken." 

Your heart raced with mingled relief and dread. You'd never admitted it aloud, that you felt broken. 

"You're not broken." Din stepped closer to you, hands reaching out to cup your elbows. "Don't say that." 

You nodded, a little helplessly, swaying in closer to him. He just smelled so good and warm and safe. 

"I can't give you sex," Din murmured. "But anything else is fine." 

"Stay," you pleaded, unplanned but honest. "Please. I want you to." 

Silence held for several moments before Din nodded. "One moment," he murmured, releasing you and stepping back. You really couldn't help the little whine at the loss of contact, and he twitched. "I'll be right back." 

You nodded, teeth clamped together, and Din slipped away, back to his bunk. But he came right back, as promised, with a blanket. He held it out, a little awkward but still sweet. 

"Thank you." You took the blanket, resisting the urge to bury your nose in it, and instead added it to your nest. Satisfied, you nodded once. 

"Do you have supplies?" Din asked, still standing a respectful distance from your nest. 

"Not yet," you admitted, a little shame-faced. "I was still… figuring out. Uh. What I was going to do." 

Din nodded, shoulders more relaxed now. "I'll be right back." 

You nodded and sat in your nest, starting to get comfortable. The warmth under your skin was more bearable now that you had alpha-scent on your nest, and you sprawled out to wait. 

Gentle nudging woke you, and you blinked a few times, momentarily disoriented. Din stood over you, still outside your nest. A small pile of supplies sat next to the nest, and you blinked. 

"You awake?" He asked quietly. 

You grunted noncommittally, not entirely sure yourself. 

"You need anything else?" 

You huffed and forced yourself to sit up, looking over the supplies. Food and water, chem cold and hot packs, and another cloak. Also, the kid was awake and cooing at you, ears wiggling. 

"Gimme." You held your hands out for the kid impatiently. 

There was a soft huff of laughter before Din handed him over, and you cuddled the kid into your chest. 

"Anything else?" Din asked again, crouched outside the nest. 

"Get in here." You wiggled around a bit to make room for him. 

Slowly, a little hesitantly, he moved into your nest. And then settled down, laying stiff as a board next to you. 

You hesitated, child still held to your chest, the burning in your veins settling down to a simmer with the skin contact. "If you don't want to be here–" 

You yipped as Din cut you off, striking fast and bringing you down next to him. One hand cushioned the back of your head, his other gripping your hip to tug you into his warmth. 

You melted into the contact, nestling the kid safely between the two of you and tucking your head down against Din's chest. He hummed softly, and your eyes slipped closed. Stars, this was nearly perfect. You considered for a moment before you briefly moved the child, tucking him against his dad before you wiggled out of your top. Left in your chest binding, you cuddled back in against the two of them and sighed happily. 

This was perfect. 

None of you moved unless the kid had to use the 'fresher, since Din brought enough food for you both. 

And then the navcomp beeped, and Din swore softly. "I have to get that," he murmured regretfully, slowly extricating himself. 

You pouted. But settled into your nest with the kid tucked under your chin, reaching one hand out to rub your scent into his neck. His breath caught and he went stock still. You blinked slowly at him, languid and pleased. The navcomp beeped again, louder this time, and he was gone. 

You grumbled under your breath, annoyed that he'd left. Even if you understood rationally that he needed to. But you didn't want him to go, you wanted him to stay here where he was safe and warm and content–

The child whined a little and patted your cheeks, ears back. 

"It's okay," you soothed automatically, rubbing one hand over his back, and then your wrist to smother him more in your scent. He calmed again, though he didn't settle entirely. He kept looking over his shoulder towards the ladder. 

Din hit the floor with a thud, walking swiftly back to the two of you and getting back in the nest. "Easy, omega," he murmured, low and soothing and raspy. "We're fine, you're okay." 

You huffed and grabbed his arm, pulling him in closer. After a bit of creative rearranging (and one slightly pained groan when you accidentally elbowed him) you set the child on the pillow next to Din, and then flopped across the top of him. Din huffed out a breath but slung his arms around you, settling down to cuddle. 

You hummed happily and tucked your head down under the helmet. Closing your eyes, you nosed closer until your cheek was pressed to his shoulder, your nose tucked against the bare skin of his throat. He made a little choking noise but didn't move you, so you stayed right there. His heartbeat slowly settled down and relaxed back into sleep, his arms lax around your waist, his breathing deep and steady. The child snored softly from his spot next to Din. 

Warm and content, you smiled, but didn't move. You were perfectly happy here. Your heat was less intense than usual, less of the cramping and aching that you usually associated with these few days. You didn't feel like you were burning from the inside out, either. 

But you also still felt no desire for more than this. Well. Okay. That was a slight lie - you would love more skin contact. That was even better for heat cuddles. But this closeness, being surrounded with his scent and with him shoving food and water at you, was more than enough to satisfy you. 

Actually, the thought of having sex right now made you wrinkle your nose. Apparently some distress must have leaked into your scent, because Din woke up and rumbled at you, rubbing his hand up and down your back until you relaxed again. Then he huffed and tipped his head to press the helmet briefly to the top of your head. And promptly went back to sleep. 

Yeah. This was pretty much perfect right here. You absolutely, selfishly hoped that you had a chance to spend many more heats just like this. 

Later, you'd find out he set the ship to orbit until you were all ready to go. Later, you'd learn that he squirreled away one of the blankets from your nest to keep for himself. Later, there would be shy admissions and careful talks about what you both wanted and didn't want. Later, there would be an actual offer. 

But that night, you slept soundly, pressed against your little family, and felt nothing more than warmth.

#Silent Voice #ace alpha din #f!reader #ace omega f!reader

[neopuppy]

Saturday Drip (M)

Preview: “Can you believe while we were sitting swamp ass in misery— Jaemin was fucking my favorite cam girl?!” Jeno blurts out before his roommate can recall the actual events that took place.

“We didn’t do anything like that, but..” Jaemin takes in his friends intrigued stares, nervously mumbling. “She’s looking for Alphas..”

Renjun’s brows twist, inching closer with interest. “For what?”

“To film content.”

Pairing: alpha NCT Dream 00line x female omega reader

Word Count: 15k+

Genre: a/b/o AU, broke college boys, pure and utter filth, cnc(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable.), pwp, dom alphas, one shot(do not ask for a pt2😾)

Smut Warning: rough sex, breeding, knotting, rough oral(m/f), double penetration(both), choking, spit, squirting, praise/degradation, big mean alphas, camera use, manhandling, mind break, wet & messy etc

Playlist: Saturday Drip/NCT Dream, Big Ole Freak/Megan The Stallion, Super Freaky Girl/Nicki Minaj, Hi, I’m A Slut/Lil Mariko, Cyber Sex/Doja Cat, Sexxx Dreams/Lady Gaga

It’s hot, it’s way too hot. Sweats already begun to pool under Jeno’s back, limbs gone heavy stuck to his bed. It’s useless trying to get off when all he can focus on is the lack of cool air blowing out of the vent. Everything feels dry and musty around him making it impossible to even breathe peacefully.

The AC unit just had to break last night, again. Only an hour after he’d just rushed home from his shift at the gym. Opting to skip showering in the locker rooms after clocking out when his phone pinged with a new notification.

‘Riding an inflatable sybian, how long can I last?’

“Fuck.” Jeno mumbles to himself, quickly grabbing his belongings. He’d just rinse off real fast once he gets home. It’s gonna be a long night anyway. Not in the way he’d imagined with his palm wrapped around his cock, edging himself for hours on end in front of a computer screen.

It’s not as if he has a paper due on Monday, prioritizing his favorite Omega fucking a sex machine over his grades without question or worry. He paid for a monthly subscription for good reason. It’s not like it’s his goal in life was to be a nutritionist anyway. Most of his time in class was spent on daydreaming of how he could just fuck his way to success and fortune instead.

Not that this had anything to do with the amount of porn acquiring his desktop, or the hours he wasted away watching obscene videos. If only his essay was about how to properly eat ass.

“Hey.” Jaemin greets him upon entering. Standing in front of the open freezer door with sweat trickling down his bobbing throat.

“Dude what the fuck? It’s disgusting in here.” Jeno can’t stand the heat. Having to psyche himself out to believe he didn’t just stand too close to multiple bodies in a hot subway cart. Ignoring hot breath reaching his neck as he stood taller than those around him making his journey home all the more uncomfortable.

“Yeah,” closing the freezer door, Jaemin lays his torso on the kitchen counter sluggishly. “Pretty sure the air conditioning broke, again. I called up Mark to let him know. He said no one can come fix it until Monday.”

“Last time he said that, no one came for three weeks!” Jeno exclaims, ripping open the fridge for a frozen water bottle to rub on his sweltering skin. “Jaem, I can’t live like this! It’s over 100 degrees outside.”

“I know, trust me. I’ll keep badgering him, alright?” Jaemin sighs. Already drained of energy he needs to get through the rest of the evening.

“I have to get going, you can use my fan for now.” Jaemin offers, using paper towels to dab away sweat before heading out. Knowing he’ll be dripping in it with a heavy bag of camera equipment on his back.

“Where are you going?” Jeno’s already removing his clothes. Jamein mumbling for him to not plaster his wet naked ass to their couch.

“I got a gig finally, I should be back late.” Hauling on his equipment he waves a ‘later’ before stepping out. Head tilting up curiously as he hears shouting.

“Answer me you fucking piece of shit!!”

“Dude what happened to you? Why are you drenched?” Jaemin pauses mid-walk. Adjusting the camera gear weighing on his shoulders as he spots Renjun on the phone outside of his apartment.

“A pipe busted above my room! There’s a huge leak in my closet!” Renjun’s frantic, arm waving around behind him as he explains. “And our fucking AC isn’t working! Again!”

“Oh my God, I’d tell you to crash at mine but ours isn’t working either!” Jaemin sighs, shaking his head. “We need to move out of this shit hole.”

“Tell me about it!” Renjun groans, slamming a thumb down on his phone to hang up. “Haechan’s gonna be so pissed off when he gets home. He’s been working overtime today cause we’re short on rent again.”

“We pay way too much to live in this crap, just because it’s a mile away from SNU.” Jaemin says with a roll of his eyes. “So much for college being the best years of our lives.”

“That’s high school,” Renjun corrects, waving him off. “I have to check on the leak. Catch you later man.”

Nodding to his friend Jaemin continues toward the exit. Passing the broken elevator that Mark claimed would get fixed 5 months ago, never once spotting a maintenance person in sight.

Out of desperation he ended up searching for freelance photographer jobs. Weddings required too much experience, editorials asking for examples of work and complete portfolios.

It felt hopeless until he landed on an ad seeking someone with less experience. Specifically stating they wouldn’t mind an intern level type who is still in the process of learning. Wishing for more ‘gritty’ and ‘real’ photography that can pass off as homemade.

‘Must be comfortable with full nudity and sex acts. You will be shooting and filming content for my xxx website. 21+ with ID proof and examples of your work. Contact me directly via email to set up a time.’

Jaemin decided to neglect mentioning that part to his roommate. It was either this or he’d be short on rent like his next door neighbors’ current struggle. Knowing Jeno he’d hear ‘pornographic content’ and ask to tag along as his assistant for the day. Casually joking about how he could fuck better than the Alphas in video links shared through their group chats.

‘I guess if I’m ever desperate enough for money I’d do it. My dicks big enough.’

Jaemin always thought his friend was too brash for saying such ridiculous things nonchalantly.

He could never have anticipated reaching that level of desperation himself mere hours later.

He’s not sure what to think as he stands in your bedroom. Struggling to process a thought while you continue explaining your field of work, tossing different sets of colorful lingerie onto a king-size bed decorated like something straight out of a home decor magazine.

“We don’t have to take the photos in my room, I’m open to whatever you’re thinking.”

“Oh, yeah yeah..” he nods, taking in the lacey sheer frilly garments splayed out before him. Glancing between the heavy sweats and hoodie you have pulled on covering any bit of scandalous flesh.

Of course you’re covered up, with cool icy air filling the room, silently blasting from a vent above. The sweat pouring off his skin immediately evaporated after being welcomed inside. “What type of theme did you want to stick with?”

“Hmm,” swinging a stringy pair of panties around your index finger, your head tilts thoughtfully. “Summer? I guess baby oil, suns out buns out type of vibe.”

Jaemin clears his throat, twisting his eyebrows up asking if he can take a look through your drawers. “Do you have ice cream by chance?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Flavor?”

“Strawberry popsicles, I think I have some Vanilla Bean too. Are you hungry?”

Turning back to face you, he holds up a two piece micro white bikini. “I have an idea, I’m thinking out on the balcony would be best.”

Jaemin’s very professional considering the lack of experience on his resume. He asks permission before touching anything, double checks that you’re comfortable with any of his suggestions. For an Alpha, he’s kept cool and collected, even as you start to disrobe. The bathing suit he handpicked doing little to nothing to subside less than pure thoughts from unraveling. He gulps, forcing himself to focus on pretending to set the camera up.

Suddenly he was beginning to understand why Jeno’s been dropping absurd amounts of money to jerk off to your content.

“Is this okay?”

His eyes drag up slowly, from your manicured white painted toenails, up the expanse of glistening oiled up skin leading to your pressed together thighs where a miniature triangle shape conceals nothing in-between.

“Uhh..” he salivates, lapping at the roof of his mouth like a thirsty dog.

“Jaemin?” Your tone changes from one of concern to amusement, continuing to spritz your hair with water for a wet summer look.

“You look great.” He nods rapidly, quickly averting his attention to your chest jiggling beneath two tied together triangles with each movement you make. “Sorry, was just a little surprised.”

“You must be mated?”

Jaemin blinks, taken aback by your forwardness, shaking his head before words can exit his dry tongue. “Not at all, why would you think that?”

“Oh, you’re well-mannered, for an Alpha.” You note, shrugging and gesturing to the deck area. “How should I pose?”

“Let’s get some close-up shots first.” Jaemin directs you to catch sunlight draping streams of golden rays across your face. Half shadowed and lit up by the natural light. Instructing you to slowly unwrap one popsicle and take your time to suck on it.

“I think you’ll really like these.” The click click of his camera continues, zooming in to capture your lips pouting around sugary red liquid dripping down under the heat of your mouth paired with hot weather. “Let it spill.”

Growing confident with his position, Jaemin motions for you to hold the popsicle above your parted lips, allowing the treat to pour down your throat. The majority of it missing, staining white lycra fabric stretched over your breasts.

“You’re getting hot right?” He switches to record, nodding to the lounge chair for you to sit on. “Cooling off with a popsicle?”

“Mhmm”

Jaemin stays silent, capturing the wet droplets of red passing down your abdomen to land between your thighs. He lets you pose lewdly, tracing the popsicle down to melt against your bikini bottoms, lighting up hot where your cores melted the fabric to you like a second skin.

“I’m so hot, Alpha.” Hazy eyes and a tempting tone mesmerize the man behind the camera, sinking down to squat and zoom in on slick gushing out onto your spread inner thighs. “Need you to cool me off.”

You rub the popsicle up and down, pushing against the crease that's melted into your dripping wet slit. The red dye used in the treat leaves a stain of sweetness on your bottoms. The white bleeding out into a pink the more it melts, left to wither down to nothing but a wooden stick with a phrase that reads “Today is your lucky day!” hidden under the frozen liquid that’s altered your swimsuit.

Jaemin clenches his teeth to contain a muffled curse. Twitching inside the confinement of his jeans as you arch up higher, pushing your chest up. Round mounds call to his tongue, sticky and wet from oils and sweat.

“Hmm, no I was thinking more like..” The Alpha seems more heated now, possibly from the sweltering heat burning down on your backs. Possibly from the close proximity or the obscene positions you’ve fallen into under his command. He scoops two digits into the tub of melted Vanilla ice cream, lifting them to your lips to lap at. Camera shutters sound as your tongue swirls, sucking some of the sweetness while the rest trickles out pouring down your chin to your exposed chest.

“That’s good,” he whispers, scooping more to dribble down your cheeks and breasts. Watery white cream creates a more lewd image, paired with heavy eyelids shielding your seductive gaze.

“Tell me what to do, Alpha.”

“Turn around.” He instructs, nodding in approval when you get onto all fours and crane your neck for more direction. You’re a natural, he thinks, propped with your ass up at a perfect angle. The sun hitting just right to define the dip in your back and heady gaze staring back at him.

Jaemin can’t believe it when his free hand reaches for the tub of ice cream, pouring the remnants down to land in globs on your buttcheeks. The indecency in front of him feels like a punch to his gut, having to snap photos of the cream trickling down the back of your thighs. The sight before him more pornographic and delicious than he can fully process.

He croaks for you to spread, losing his cool demeanor as your knees slide further apart, playing with the thin strings on your hips. The flossy material cuts between the meat adorning your hips and backside, squishing the shiny delicacy displayed.

“Alpha..” you breathe, falling to your side to give him a full visual of your body lines. Dips and curves shadowed like art with sun rays sliding across your skin.

Jaemin debates with himself, thoughts spiraling that you could just be acting, or you could actually be calling for him to do something. To make the first move, to touch you where you begin to part and show off glistening slick dripping down to the backs of your thighs.

“You’re doing really good.” He swallows, mercilessly throbbing inside of his boxers. “How far are you—..”

He drawls off, following the pathway your digits make between your covered folds. Chest rising and falling rapidly as more sweat sprinkles down from the back of his neck to pool at the dips on his lower back.

“Alpha.”

Jaemin thinks he’s imagining your saccharine vocals whining for him, each letter passing through his ears like dry cotton. Snapping out of it as the heel of your foot nudges his knee, trailing up to rest your toes just where his pants have begun to tent out.

“Uhhh..”

“Alpha, I’m so hot.” You tease, sucking sticky ice cream residue off your fingers. “Won’t you cool me down?”

He wonders what his breaking point will be, fingers shaking around his camera more and more with each photo snapped.

“We’re losing light.” He mutters to save his ass, biting at the back of his tongue to prevent himself from getting fired by unleashing the amount of impure thoughts racing through his mind.

“Do you need a ride home?” Sitting up, your demeanor swaps in an instance, returning to the relaxed mood you had prior to the shoot.

Jaemin’s breath lodges, head shaking as he swiftly adjusts his shirt to hang lower before his crotch before standing up. “All good, no worries.”

“I’m a mess.” You laugh, sporting an expression of disgust while swiping a towel up and down your arms. “Are you sure? I can call you a cab.”

Jaemin refuses to meet your gaze, too embarrassed with his cheeks lit aflame by heat and mortification. He waves breezily, beginning to pack up his belongings. “No worries, I don’t live too far.”

He’s lying, and dreading the long journey back home that will drain his the minimal energy he has left with this humid heat.

“Here, I’ll grab you some water bottles to take for the trip.”

He keeps calm, situating his fully hardened length beneath the hem of his jeans when you turn away. Covering that he’d begin editing tonight and send you the final products as soon as possible.

“Get home safe.” You smile, reaching out to pinch his cheek. “If any Omega catches you sporting wood on the subway, they’ll have you arrested for being such a pervert.”

Jaemin’s cheeks burn bright red with his hand stilling in the air to wave goodbye. A girlish laugh follows as you wave him goodbye and close your door to shower off the remnants of sweet ice cream sticking to your skin. The image of big round eyes full of lust paint the back of your mind, memorizing thick fingers smearing a treat on your chin.

“These turned out great.”

Jaemin’s back, pep talking himself up on the way over to your place to stay cool. Money’s on the line here.

“I really like your style.” You say, browsing through the photos Jaemin took of you yesterday. Too distracted to give you his full attention as he once again admires your absurdly large fully furnished penthouse.

“You even have a PS5..” he mumbles under his breath. Tugging tufts of thick black hair through his fingers trying to calculate just how small his shared apartment is in comparison.

“Oh yeah, a subscriber sent me that,” you wave off like it’s not big deal. Choosing the best shots to use for a new set only your top tier fans would be able to immediately view.

Jaemin can feel his heart drop down to his gut, nearly losing his footing. “You didn’t even have to pay for that?! There’s no way you can afford all of this from just doing Omega fans!”

Snickering, you wink at him, nodding to a stack of packages waiting to be delivered. “Of course not, merch is where the real money comes from.”

“Merch?? Wha—“

“Oh you know, worn underwear, bottles of slick, a mold of my pus—“

“WHAT?” Jaemin has to laugh, pushing hair completely away from his forehead as the skin wrinkles down the middle. In disbelief that Alphas could really be this desperate. As if his best friend isn’t one of the many dropping money every month just to ruin and discard another innocent tube sock.

“It’s a lucrative career, believe it or not.”

“Respectfully, like, ballpark..”

“$90-100k every month.” You inform him eagerly. “Already planned my early retirement.”

“A MONTH?” Jaemin sits back landing against one of the stools lined up by your kitchen island. Hearing those numbers made his head spin, shocked enough to wonder how Alphas could be this stupid. How his own best friend is one of them. “How much do your highest patreons get charged monthly?”

“Highest tier is $100, you catch more bears with honey.”

Jaemin’s eyes bulge, gripping onto the counter ledge, seething between his teeth. “Jeno.”

“Jeno?”

He grunts, gripping hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. “My friend, he’s one of your subscribers.”

“Hmm..is he cute???” You ask, amused by the Alpha in front of you losing his professional composure.

“Uh,” Jaemin snaps, shaking his head, trying to calculate how much money his roommate has dropped on your website for the last two years. “God we could have a better A/C unit..”

Looking up at your lost stare, he shakes his head again, waving a hand and standing up. “Yeah, I guess he’s cute, for a freaking idiot.”

“Maybe you can bring him over next time.” You say, cocking a brow suggestively.

Jaemin pauses, reaching to pack up his camera bag. “Next time?”

“See,” moving closer, you take a hold of his wrist. “My fans, they have requests.. but it’s been hard to find attractive young Alphas I can trust.”

“What type of requests?” Jaemin sits back down, crossing his arms. The white short sleeve t-shirt he’s wearing struggles to contain his biceps. Growing stronger and thicker after hauling around heavy camera equipment everyday.

“I have a high roller, ironically a CEO of a well known heat suppressant company.” You start to explain, snorting at the job title. “He’s been begging for months to make this specific content during my heat.”

“Right, and what exactly is he asking for?”

“Just your run of the mill Alpha gangbang.” You say nonchalantly, making the Alpha sat before you splutter.

“What?!?”

“He’s offered to pay $100,000.” You nod. Jaemin has to gulp, head spinning again in disbelief that anyone could be that horny.

“That’s insane.”

“You’d be surprised.”

Sighing, Jaemin shrugs contemplating if anyone would pay for naked photos of him in obscene positions. “My roommate would probably film that with you for free.”

“I’d pay you, of course..” you say, tilting your head curiously to observe his next reaction. Met with a pair of wide shocked eyes, he babbles, laughing awkwardly.

“Me?!” Jaemin’s laugh grows in pitch, slowly losing volume the more he thinks about it. “..how much?”

“How much do you want? I’m willing to negotiate.”

“That’s..” he huffs, blinking in disbelief. “You’re joking right? Just messing around with me?”

“Not at all, Alpha,” with a sneaking grin, you click the camera next to him to turn on. Shifting closer once the red light brightens up, the lense moves around letting out sounds as it focuses on your figures. “We can start slow..”

Jaemin gulps, feeling the proximity between your lower regions grow sparse. Returning to grip onto the ledge of the island at his side where the camera sits capturing just enough of your lips and chests. Inching closer together as you straddle his lap and drape your arms over his broad shoulders.

He gulps to calm the tremor running through his throat, unused to an Omega making the first move. “Me? Y-you want to film content with me??”

“Depends,” you settle onto his lap with a smirk. Easing closer until your crotch presses directly where he’s began to grow. “How much?”

Jaemin shivers, choking on a trail of spit lodged at the back of his mouth. You had already paid him more than enough for some amateur photos taken around your place with little to no effort from himself.

But the prospect of thousands of dollars entering his bank account from only sleeping with a very attractive Omega is more than enough to entice him. Nodding, he mumbles a number without confidence. Reminding himself in the back of his mind that a few thousand dollars can’t be more than mere chump change to you.

“Sounds good.”

Jaemin grabs onto your hips when you agree to the amount. Canting upward to bounce you against the bulge pushing through the seam of his jeans.

Jeno was going to kill him.

“Jeno?” Jaemin steps inside of his boiling hot apartment, kicking off his shoes to a pile with his roommates. The low brrr from his fan sounds, coming from the other Alphas bedroom. “He seriously better not have left that on, running up the damn electric bill as if we need that.”

Jaemin doesn’t expect to find his friend hunched over at his computer, headphones hanging on his neck with wide eyes blaring at the screen before him. “Oh, you’re home.”

“Traitor!” Jeno snaps, lunging up at his roommate, toppling over his gaming chair in the process.

“Jeno! What the fuck! Get off of me!” Jaemin scrambles, his grip slipping off the other Alphas soaked skin. He grunts, pressing his knee into the others firm abdominal muscles to keep him in place.

“You fucked my favorite Omega?!”

“Oh my god! She uploaded it already??” Jaemin’s speechless, caught off guard by the news momentarily enough to receive a slap across his face.

“I can’t believe you!”

“We didn’t fuck! Get off of me!”

“No!” Jeno slaps him again, tussling back and forth on the ground until Jaemin manages to get the upper hand and lock him in place with his bicep lodged against his neck.

“If you kill me, you’ll never get to meet her.”

Jeno’s head lifts, ears perking up like a puppy hearing a can of food begin to open. “What?!”

“Are you going to calm down now, pup?” Jaemin sneers, pushing off using the back of his hand to wipe away sweat that's pouring from his forehead.

Jeno groans, pushing to stand back up, he motions to the screen where a video showing the side of his roommate’s face has been paused. “How did this happen!”

“She hired me to photograph her.” Jaemin begins to explain, rubbing at his sweaty nape. “I don’t know, okay? But..”

His gaze skirts between Jeno and the screen. “Did you watch it already?”

“I was about to! Until I saw your fucking giant teeth show up, was like a nightmare. I had to stop the video before it could get any worse.”

Jaemin rolls his eyes, sitting on the edge of Jeno’s bed. “Don’t be so dramatic. Could you play it? I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. I probably look so stupid..”

Jeno clicks his tongue annoyed, setting his chair back into place to get comfortable. “Unfortunately you don’t. Your dick looks huge too.”

Jaemin smirks, flicking the shell of Jeno’s ear. “Thought you didn’t watch it, liar.”

“I can’t believe this!” Jeno exclaims, clicking the video to play again.

“We didn’t even fuck.” Jaemin leans closer with elbows on his knees. “Honestly it felt so fast, I can’t believe I did that.”

Jeno continues to badger his friend with questions, ripping at his hair as the video goes on. The last thing he expected to see was a familiar face when he got the notification of a new upload featuring your Alpha neighbor assisting you through your pre-heat.

“God, she’s so hot.” Jeno groans, slamming the back of his head against the cushion, one of his hands sneaking beneath the waistband of his shorts out of Jaemin’s line of sight. Too caught up in the video playing to even notice.

It should feel weird to watch himself, to watch you touching him. To see the nervous way his throat bobs up and down the closer you lean in, bumping the tip of his nose with yours as you whisper too quietly for him to not feel nervous.

‘The Alpha next door stopped by,’ you announce for the viewers, toying with Jaemin’s shirt off screen.

“Pft..” Jeno huffs under his breath, squinting at the way you bat your eyelashes toward Jaemin. Flirting with him by giggling, tapping your nails against his jaw on the way to pinch his chin. Falling into a syrupy pretty octave the more you taunt him by repeating ‘Alpha Alpha Alpha’.

Should’ve been me, he thinks, thumbing at the precum that’s filled up his slit.

Jaemin’s undeserving, he doesn’t even know what you want, how you like it. Jeno eyes the kitchen counter, imagining how fast he would have bent you over, tugging on his length eagerly. The gasp you let out as you grind down on Jaemin repeats loudly in his thoughts.

Jaemin’s squirming, ashamed by how stunned he appears on video, too wanton and helpless for an Alpha who should have been taking more control. He let you play with him like a toy, rolling your hips back onto his lap to gain a full erection prodding into your backside.

‘So big Alpha.’

“Can’t believe she fucked you.”

Jaemin clears his throat, swiping his palm across the puffy bulge forming between his thighs. “We didn’t, yet..”

“You won’t.” Jeno says more brazenly, teeth slicing his bottom lip in an attempt to control his rage from toppling over. “You know how much I like her.”

“You and hundreds of thousands of other Alphas.”

“Whatever. Can’t fucking believe this.” Jeno groans, letting out a long dramatic sigh. “My dicks getting soft from watching this, I don’t think I can forgive you for this one.”

Jaemin rolls his eyes, letting out a sound of disgust when his friend wipes off his palm on his thigh. “You’re gonna wanna hear me out, and also owe me for this.”

“I doubt it.”

“She asked about you.”

Jeno’s head snaps to attention at that, just in time to miss Jaemin’s grunts passing from his computer speakers. “What??”

“I mentioned that you’re a fan.” Jaemin cringes at the visual of himself on a big screen reaching climax. His face rolling side to side on your shoulder, panting like some teenager experiencing their first rut. The blush on his cheeks high, making its way up to his earlobes burning red. Cumming without penetration like some horny pup, the number of viewers over 60,000 already after only an hour up.

“And?!?”

Jeno’s excited bounce snaps him out of his humility— reminding him that his roommate would have paid for an opportunity like this.

“She asked if any of my friends would be interested.”

“Oh my God!!” Jeno stands up, jumping in place as if he just received the best news ever— in his case, he probably just did. “Oh my God! No! You don’t understand!!”

The dark haired Alpha begins to pace, gathering tufts of hair with blown out pupils. “I’ve dreamt about this for so long! I did this! This is happening because of me!”

Jaemin sports a bored look, listening to his roommate ramble on about how he always knew he’d end up fucking you, he just didn’t know how or when, until now.

“That’s great dude, I guess. I’ll text her, but please do not mention that you’ll be more than happy to do this for free. We need the mo—“

Knocks boom from the entrance distracting the two from continuing their conversation.

“Hey! Open up! This tub of ice is heavy!”

“It’s Haechan.” Jeno announces, unlocking the front door to the miserable expressions his neighbors dawn. “Sup?”

“Let us use your fan? We offer bags of ice.”

They end up huddled seated on the floor complaining about how badly they all need to figure out how to either make more money, or move out.

“Maybe the four of us could split a mortgage for a house.” Renjun mewls over rubbing his chin. “A house with central air ideally.”

Jaemin eyes the three Alphas surrounding him, a melancholic desperation to enjoy their short days of summer left drags their lips down, frowns paired with desperation to do anything to better their situations.

It’s almost too perfect.

Jeno’s hunched over, sharp eyebrows never loosening up, licking at the corners of his mouth annoyed.

“Can you believe while we were sitting swamp ass in misery— Jaemin was fucking my favorite cam girl?!” Jeno blurts out before his roommate can recall the actual events that took place.

“We didn’t do anything like that, but..” Jaemin takes in his friends intrigued stares, nervously mumbling. “She’s looking for Alphas..”

Renjun’s brows twist, inching closer with interest. “For what?”

“To film content.”

Haechan pours another bag of ice into the bucket they’ve plotted before a fan, huddled together too close for comfort, occasionally brushing sticky skin against sticky skin. The cool breeze only enough to prevent them from overheating while still secreting sweat as they hold up personal fans to their faces and suck on half-melted Icee slushies.

“Content?” He raises a messy eyebrow, speaking into the spinning fan to alter his voice. “Doesn’t she do porn?”

“Jeno’s a big fan, must be good.” Renjun adds.

“Jeno is a horny dog,” Jaemin scoffs, ignoring the upset gasp his best friend releases. “I mean, I understand why he pays.”

“I pay and somehow you are the one getting a handjob..” Jeno mutters, more than annoyed still. Despite his anger, he still watched the video you posted with Jaemin a few more times. “She only fucks Alphas with notoriously big dicks. Should have been me.”

“Mine’s bigger than yours anyway.” Jaemin laughs, licking away sweat from his upper lip. “Listen, I know you guys are all as strapped for cash as I am.”

“Cash? Oh, I’m listening.” Haechan interrupts, tugging on the ring of his collar that’s dampened nastily with sweat.

“When you say notoriously big..” Renjun drawls, leaning back against a wall, pushing his hand-held fan beneath his shirt. “How big is big?”

“Bigger than you shrimp shit.” Jeno jeers, clicking his tongue arrogantly. “I seriously need to quit this college shit, I could make bank doing Alpha fans.”

Renjun rolls his eyes, too drained by the heat to put up a fight. “You’re a baboon.”

“Whatever.” Jeno ignores his name calling with a dreamy look in his eyes. “The first time I stumbled into one of her streams, she was testing out how fat of a knot she could take.”

Haechan’s head lifts suddenly more intrigued by this topic. “…..well?”

“I’ve never seen an Omega take a knot like her, ever.” He confirms, boasting about how your streams are always at the top of the Omega fans charts. “The coins never stop pouring in when she goes live. She’s always in the top 0.1% on Omega fans, I like to think my monthly subscription helps.”

“This is bullshit.” Jaemin cuts him off. “Look, I made enough in two days to cover 3 months of rent. If we help her out I think.. we could leave this shithole complex. I’m tired of these excuses for why maintenance can’t fix our ancient A/C units.”

“I’d do it for free.” Jeno says, earning a smack to the back of his head from Renjun.

“That’s why you are a baboon.”

“I’m in.” Haechan nods. “I can’t survive another summer like this, I can’t even do another week of this.”

“I mean..” Renjun grimaces. “Like, full nude? My whole dick out?”

Jaemin snaps his fingers for Jeno to whip out his phone, the four proceeding to watch the clip you made with the Alpha as their jaws hang to the floor.

“Oh, I’m so in.”

Jeno’s been running around like a puppy full of life, hopping into the air kicking his feet together letting out high pitched squeals.

“I even shaved my sack for this!” He exclaims, gripping onto Jaemin’s shoulders on their trek out of the subway station.

“Were we supposed to do that?” Haechan asks, taking a look at his worn down raggedy clothing. “I thought the idea was supposed to be.. we’re broke college guys.”

“That is the idea.” Jaemin answers, directing his group of friends into an upscale neighborhood decorated with lively tall trees and blooming gardens. “It’s all an act, we’re supposed to be her ‘neighbors’…and she’s this innocent sweet Omega who we take advantage of during her heat.”

Haechan bites back a smile nudging into his side, thoughts running rampant. “That’s hot.”

“No fucking way, is this seriously where she lives?” Renjun’s neck practically breaks from leaning back to take in the giant building towering before them.

“Yup, high-rise penthouse overlooking Seoul. The lifestyle horny idiot Alphas provide.” Jaemin glares at Jeno who beams with the brightest smile engulfing his eyes.

“She deserves all of it, and more.” Letting out a dreamy sigh he follows along to where Jaemin has to check-in at the front concierge to be allowed further inside. The four confirming their identification before passing along to the elevators.

“This is insane, I couldn’t even sleep last night, and when I can’t sleep, I jerk off!” Jeno complains in the lift. “But I didn’t want to waste— you know! So I ended up tossing and turning all night.”

“You’re worse than those kpop fans that follow around idols and trainees.” Renjun accuses, feeling jittery still about stripping down to nothing to hook-up with a stranger for thousands of viewers, maybe even millions. “This is my lowest low, and you’re about to cum in your pants.”

“I think you lowest low was popping your first knot in Science class when we learned about Omega anatomy.” Haechan grins. “You can’t live that down.”

“Shut up!” Renjun whines, the elevator dinging to upon reaching your floor. The three Alphas stare at the opened doors, gulping in unison before Jaemin signals for them to follow his lead.

“I would say don’t be nervous but,” he shakes, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I’m fucking nervous right now.”

“Dude! You can’t be nervous! What about us?!” Haechan bemoans, gesturing to the three hiding behind the blond Alphas broad frame.

“Think about the money.” Renjun nods, reapplying chapstick to his lips that can’t seem to retain enough moisture. “This hallway alone has more square footing than our apartments combined.”

“Think about the pus—!” Jeno starts to holler, stopping in his tracks as the front door they stand before opens up revealing a face that’s become deeply ingrained in his mind. “Holy shit.”

Jaemin’s eyes shut, smiling and lifting a hand to greet you, internally cursing. “That would be your loyal subscriber.”

“Wow,” leaning against the door frame, you take in the new faces in front of you. The three sporting similar expressions with their jaws hung loose, wide-eyed and breathless. “You didn’t mention that they’re all so cute.”

Jaemin grins, motioning to his friends. “This is Haechan, Renjun, and Jeno, or as you know us, miserable sweaty Alphas willing to do a lot for money.”

“How much is a lot?” You ask slyly, purposely dressed down with a pair of loose sweats on and a loose top to play up a relaxed stay-at-home look for the filming.

“I’ll do anything!” Jeno blurts, slapping a palm over his mouth. “I mean.. my limits are very low.”

“Funds too.” Renjun whispers.

“Understood.” Standing straight, you hold up an index finger. “There is one thing, my funders have a common request. Come on in and we’ll see if you guys fit the criteria.”

The criteria: no one under 9 inches.

Haechan’s throat bobs reading over the contract you’ve printed four copies of. Rubbing his nape that feels cold from sitting in a room with blowing cool air. “I have to admit, I’ve never measured..”

“I have!” Jeno licks at his canines cockily, biting off the cap of a pen to spit off to the side. “11 inches long, and thicker than a bowl of oatmeal.”

“Wait wait!” You laugh, pulling out your phone to speed-dial your highest roller. “Need you guys to show me what you’re working with before we can sign off.”

Renjun’s eyes round, sticking halfway out of their sockets. “Like, right now??”

“Now or never.” Pointing the camera to face them, you nod for them to go on.

Jeno’s the first to jump to his feet, already half mass confined in a well fitted pair of black sweats. “I have nothing to lie about.”

True to his word, he pushes his boxers and sweats beneath his upper thigh in one fell swoop. His length falls free slapping onto the cotton fabric underneath , jerking mid-air, the fat pink tip darkening the longer he sits and waits to live out his wildest dreams.

“Very good.” A low deep voice emits from your phone’s speaker. “Bigger than the blond even.”

Jaemin’s head snaps up at that, squinting while sneaking a look to his side with an annoyed pout. “That’s not true!”

“The other two.” Says the voice, clearly coming from a male.

Haechan shares a pleading look with Renjun, moving to stand, waiting for the other to do the same. Huffing out a deep sigh, he hoists himself up sluggishly, tugging on the strings dangling in front of his groin.

“Well..” Haechan shrugs, smiling timidly as he unzips and draws himself out with a stroke at his soft size “I’m a grower..”

Renjun’s cheeks puff out, repeating money money money in his mind as he squeezes his eyes shut and pulls his length free.

“They can stay. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself too much.” The Alpha hiding on your phone screen chuckles. “Can’t wait to see what they do with you.”

Hanging up after hearing the approval, you hide a smile behind your hand taking in Renjun up and down. “Cute.”

“Did you just call my dick cute?!” He squawks, frazzled as he tucks himself away.

“You are really cute!” Haechan intervenes, throwing an arm around his roommate's shoulders, whispering ‘money’ with a pointed glare.

“The idea is that I’m in pre-heat,” you motion carelessly, beginning to stretch your limbs where you’re seated. “That’s the idea, but I actually am in pre-heat, so it works out great.”

“Oh, that’s..” Jaemin collects the signed contracts, gnawing on his upper lip. “Is that going to be a problem?”

Shrugging, you wave him off. “Don’t worry about it, I might get a little..”

Jeno’s practically salivating the more you continue to talk, all too familiar with how crazed and desperate for Alpha cock you get during your heats. His fingertips burn from rubbing up and down his thighs like a maniac, slurping at the drool gathering at the sides of his tongue. An overwhelming sensation of dizziness and lust replaces any semblance of sense as he sits across from you.

“Jeno?” Jaemin snaps his fingers, breaking the Alpha from his mesmerized trance. “Come on.”

“What??”

“I have to start setting up, were you not listening?”

“Uhh..” Jeno looks lost, flushed from the tip of his nose down to his pink chewed lips, causing Jaemin to grunt and grab on to the other to drag him out of the room.

“She’s gonna start with Haechan and Renjun first.” He reiterates, smiling to himself. “Because they’re smaller.”

Renjun fumed when you felt the need to mention that, pinching at Haechan’s forearm to control his temper. Humiliation that thousands of strangers would be watching him bare ass already had him regretting agreeing to this, now even more with you mocking his size for not being big enough.

“Should we step out then?” Haechan gestures toward the entrance, smoothing out the wrinkles on his t-shirt nervously. Everything becoming much more real now that he’s seconds away from hooking up with a stranger— not that this would be his first time, but on camera suddenly made things feel much more high-stress and real.

“Yeah, why don’t you guys show up saying your air conditioners not working.” You suggest, turning on the various cameras you have around your apartment for weekly live streams. “Don’t worry about acting really, it’s not that serious.”

Renjun follows after his friend, shifting about anxiously, muttering that he can’t stop the tremors running through his hands.

“We have sex all the time.” Haechan says, furrowing his eyebrows. “Okay, we have had sex. Maybe not a lot. Don’t think too hard, she’s an attractive Omega close to her heat, and I’m here..”

Renjun nods, rapping his knuckles against the door with a deep shaky breath.

“Hey?” You answer, ruffling your hair with a groggy look as if you’ve just woken up.

“Oh! Hey!” Haechan utters, waving awkwardly. “Hope we didn’t wake you! Our air stopped working a bit ago.”

“That’s terrible, it’s so hot out.” You groan, faking a yawn, tugging on the collar of your t-shirt to play up how hot you feel even inside of your chilly quarters. Renjun observes how well you fall into the ditzy cute innocent Omega you must portray on camera for your fans, pouting and whining at the end of each word like a petulant little brat.

“You think we can crash with you while the maintenance team works on it?” Renjun cocks an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he leans against your door frame.

“Ah, it’s kind of..” words stumble out alternating between whiny sounds as you attempt to think up an excuse. “I—….okay..”

Spinning on your heel, you offer them something to drink as they situate in your living room, seated on the couch they’d filled out their contracts at. “Thanks!” Haechan calls out, picking up a remote to scroll through the TV guide for something to watch.

Renjun glances back and forth suspiciously, his nose twitching, falling into character with more ease than he’d envisioned to be able to. “Hey, is it just me or she..”

“Oh, she definitely is.” Haechan says confidently, setting an arm behind his head with a grin pinching at his lips. “Why else do you think she hesitated to let us come in?”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

The two share a sneaking look, settling at opposite ends of the couch to leave you with no choice but to sit between them when you show up with a tray of beverages.

“Oh..”

Neither seem interested in your presence, both lazily sprawled against the arm rests with their focus on the tv.

“Wanna play Mario Kart?” Haechan asks, throwing the remote aside. “Nothing to watch.”

“You guys can play..” you sigh, eyeing the small space you’ve been left with to sit between the two Alphas. Stuffy and cramped as you adjust to seat without trying to touch either of them.

“Nah, Renjun’s a sore loser. He complains way too much because I always win.” Haechan mumbles, holding one of the controllers out for you. “I’m sure you’ll be good.”

“What if I lose?”

The browns coloring Haechan’s iris gleam, speckled by different shades of orange and gold, inching closer until his lips sit centimeters away from yours. “If you lose..”

Renjun licks at his lips behind you, trailing his eyes down your back, becoming curious as to what you have hiding beneath the oversized t-shirt you probably slept in.

Haechan straightens up, blowing out a breath across your mouth. “..if you lose—you’ll sit on my lap the next round.”

“Next round?”

“Yeah,” he leans back, falling into a confident demeanor as he chooses to play as Yoshi. “Winner takes all.”

Princess Peach failed to even end up in the top 5 after the amount of times you swerved and smacked into the race track walls. The two Alphas at your sides hiding their and amused laughter with coughs the more you struggled and grew frustrated, wanting to hurdle the controller at a wall.

Haechan doesn’t say anything as music signals for the next round, spreading open his thighs to make room for you, he nods toward his lap with a silent command.

“I don’t think I can play again.” You say, feigning exhaustion by slumping back into the couch.

Renjun leans over, pinching your chin between two fingers to force your gaze up. “That’s not really fair is it, princess?”

A lazy hand lands around his wrist, pulling his fingers down lower to land on your throat. “I’m too hot.. can’t focus..”

“Come on princess, you know the rules here. You agreed to play, now you have to follow through.”

Haechan’s nose finds the column of your throat, gripping onto your waist to pull you onto his lap. “Stupid Omega letting the big bad wolves inside when her heats about to start.”

“No— no, Haechan, don’t..”

“Shh, you knew what you were doing.” Renjun squeezes your throat, shaking your neck with a tight hold. “Dripping right through your underwear as if we couldn’t smell you from down the hall. Don’t play dumb now, Omega.”

“I c-can’t..”

“Why are you lying, huh?” Haechan asks, pushing your ass down against his crotch. “Besides, when did I ask?”

“Don’t lie pretty, the more you lie, the more this will hurt.” Renjun catches your bottom lip just as Haechan slips his fingers past the top of your sweats, lowering slowly to cup your heat, letting out a grunt on your shoulder when he’s met with slick spilling out past the seat of your panties. Inner thighs coated with a mess of sweet delicious wetness dripping out of your hole like a broken faucet.

“No—no, not there, please..” Your pleading only makes them laugh, Renjun letting out a bitter chuckle as he releases his hardening shaft. Stroking up and down right before your face to give you a clear view of how thick and long he sits at full mass.

“So cute, right?” He taunts, shifting onto his knees on the couch to set his hips near your face. “Little brats like you think you can always get your way.”

Haechan slips in past your underwear, quietly cursing into your nape at the amount of slick dribbling between his digits. In disbelief that you’re this wet already, that they haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re drenching his crotch through your sweats.

“That little act you put on crumbles the second you see Alphas cock baby.” Renjun’s fingers trail up from your throat to your chin, thumb latching onto your bottom lip to pull it down. Drool gathers at the corners, trickling it’s way out down to your jaw to meet his digits that press harder. “Tell Alphas what you need, don’t fucking lie.”

“Renjun, pl-please, don’t be mean.” You gurgle, lapping at his thumb shoving your lip back and forth.

He grins, pushing the pad of his thumb down until you give and let him in, resting against your tongue heavily until you let out a gagging sound and wrap your lips around him.

“All that useless begging, look at you right now.” He sneers, pushing three more fingers into your mouth with ease. “Just like that, so obedient and cute.”

Haechan’s panting, working his hips up in circles against your damp bottom. Relentless with his digits rubbing in a blur over your clit. Nipping and sucking on your throat to quill some of his arousal that shouts throughout his head to rip off your sweats and plant you on his length until you cry out, begging to get fucked.

“Renjun,” coughing around his fingers working in and out of your mouth, you gag again, copious amounts of drool fountaining out around his hand down to your collarbone. “Please.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

Renjun loves it, loves how easy it was to shut you up, make you grovel for his cute cock. Pleading to do anything to you, to make you feel good.

“Something, please please Alpha.”

“This what you want?” Teasing at his slit, he eyes you curiously, wrapping around the base of his length to stroke himself to full hardness. Chubbing up impressively, definitely not as cute as you’d perceived.

He teases the tip along your upper lip, layering a coat of thick precum there to blend with drool. “Show me what that pretty bratty mouth can do.”

He felt even bigger against your tongue, finally breeching past your lips after pulling back teasingly with each flick of your tongue at his slit. The playfulness rapidly diminished as he buried forward, suffocating your nose with the smooth skin beneath his navel.

Sucking and gagging became inevitable around the Alphas size stretching your lips open painfully. Letting out loud groans above you with each ragged breath blown through your nose against his skin, each sloppy slurp around his size. Vibrating out moans between struggling to breathe when Haechan’s fingers sank lower, tapping at your entrance with extra force as he pushed the elastic in your underwear to the limits to get three of his digits inside of you.

The tip of Renjun’s length brutally punching the back of your throat only spurred more wetness out, gliding Haechan’s fingers to bury deeper. Growling as he nipped at your earlobe about how nasty you are, getting turned on by sucking cock like a whore.

“Only real sluts get wet from sucking dick, you know what that makes you baby?”

Licking up the bottom of Renjun’s length, you nod, enjoying how he weighed down on your tongue. Lips swollen from each pointed movement further pushing your mouth to open wide and take his entire size, tearing up and coughing all the more even as you tried to slow him down. Hands uselessly flying to grip onto his thighs and plead with wide begging eyes for the Alpha to slow and let you breathe.

“Aww, not so cute anymore?“ he grins, pushing your hair back grabbing fistfuls with a tight lock of his fingers; commanding control by pushing you further down his shaft to take it all.

Renjun never gave your mouth a break, thrusting his hips forward with vigor to fill your throat over and over. Biting down to calm pleasured groans from exiting, not wanting you to know how much he was enjoying this. You needed to earn it.

“That’s it, that’s how slutty Omegas suck cock.” Haechan praised, licking at your earlobe. Thumb swiping your clit in rapid motion as his fingers continued to pump inside you. “Cum around my fingers, let me feel you squeeze up. Cumming from taking Alphas dick down your throat. You know who cums from that baby? Bratty little Omega whores.”

“Ah, fuck,” Renjun’s tough facade snapped, breaking into pieces when your eyes rolled back the more Haechan stroked between your walls. Hips stuttering to a halt as his upper lip trembles over his teeth letting out breathy whimpers. “G-gonna cum, ugh fuck.”

A few more weak thrusts had hot release pouring down your throat. Shots of hot cum hitting your tonsils as your thighs clenched up, jutting back against Haechan with your hands reaching to clutch his wrist, squirming and crying around Renjun’s length as your own release hit. Punching from your gut to your throat, convulsing in time with each other dragging out a long orgasm from Renjun, collapsing down to his knees leaving cum to trickle out onto your chin.

“Fuck.”

Haechan’s sucking his fingers clean, licking between each to not miss any bit of your sloppy release, his free hand working to pull off your ruined bottoms with Renjun stripping your top off. Breath knocked from their lungs upon seeing your bared skin, obscenely wet down to your knees, hazily staring at them standing above you as you try to recuperate.

Haechan’s tongue drags across his palm, gaze lit up by the fear passing over your face the longer they stand there observing you. He’s the first to move, bending over by his waist to get in your face, whispering out hotly. “Now, tell me something.”

A ruthless grip captures your mound as he distracts you, digging the heel of his palm against your tender clit. “What type of useless Omega are you? Haven’t made me cum once.”

“B-but, you said..”

Two fingers roughly crook inside inside, gliding in despite how swollen your folds have become, filled with blood pumping down between your thighs. Throbbing loud enough you swear you can hear it, emptying the parts of your brain that help you function, giving into the heat with each press he buries deeply, curling his fingers up until your back arches. Crooning between a shattered moan.

“I said?” His pretty soft eyes widen, precious like a stuffed plushie you’d cuddle through the night. Actions speaking louder than the false image he uses to taunt you more with. “What did I say? Huh? Suddenly you listen?”

“I listen!” You end up shouting, too shook up by the stinging smack landing on your inner thigh. Digits ripping free from your core, oozing out tendrils of thick slick obscenely.

“What do you think, Renjun?”

Renjun’s face gives off more purity than Haechan’s, the smile teasing at his lips so sweet and soft. Irises gleaming angrily, sleek and cold. The two of them quietly preparing to destroy you. “I think she hasn’t done shit to prove why we should fuck her again.”

“Is that right Omega?” Haechan rips your head back, spouting a line of spit inside of your parted lips, he smacks at your jaw, dragging you to move by pulling at your scalp. “Say it.”

“Wanna make you cum Alpha, wanna be good for you.”

Renjun’s throat lodges a bit from the needy way you stare between them, letting Haechan’s spit rest on your tongue, pushing it out through pursed lips. Sweat dampened hair, big wet eyes, bloated spit coated lips, and slick pouring from your hole in globs, absolutely pornographic. He considers— if he had the money, he’d pay for your content too.

“Good,” Renjun voices, sitting down to move you onto his lap. Shedding his clothes off while Haechan played with you, his cock pressed to your lower back, fully hard again. “Because I’m gonna knot your pretty little pussy.”

Suddenly he’s pulling you back onto his cock with one smooth glide. Scrambling to position yourself with feet scurrying to perch on his thighs. The sound that emits when he shoves in absolutely filthy— disgusting, choking a moan from between your lungs as you head tosses back again.

“What makes you think you deserve to cum again?” Renjun bites at the shell of your ear, thrusting up sloppily from the amount of slick pouring onto his thighs. Slapping the sides of yours until your legs completely bend, steadily planting your feet above his knees to prop you open for the other Alpha.

“I’ve been good!” You cry out, repeating a chant of ‘please please please’ like a prayer, head flopping back onto his shoulder harder when Haechan crawls forward on his knees spitting at your clit. Tongue smearing the mess lower, meeting with Renjun’s length stretching you open. Tongue curling around your clit as two fingers find way to your entrance, gathering the wetness spilling out around the other Alphas cock.

“Please!” Renjun grunts, hips slapping against your bottom, digging his nails into the backs of your knees. Straining to fuck you faster, groaning louder each time Haechan’s tongue laps slick off his length.

“You—haven’t earned it yet.” He grits, breathlessly cursing.

“Please! Let me—Alpha, please!” Eyes roll to the back of your head, shouting out, clenching your toes. “Ahh! Ah—ahh fuck!”

Haechan shoves three fingers inside of you as Renjun thrusts out, pushing in through the free space to prod at your insides. The slide of cock against his long calloused fingers setting off a stinging pain to your chest.

“So fucking tight.” The Alpha on his knees says proudly, working to match Renjun’s thrust. Not even bothering to give you time to adjust, he sets a snapping pace pummeling a path inside immediately. “Don’t think she should get to cum until she can take us both.”

“Hear that baby?” Renjun breathes, delivering a pointed thrust to emphasize what Haechan said, pistoning with more ferocity and anger. The tip of his cock catching on your painfully stretched entrance with each pull out. “Begged to get fucked like a slut, that’s what you think you deserve?”

Between Haechan’s warm breath blowing on your clit and Renjun’s unforgiving movements, endless pleads begging to cum spill from your tongue. The Alpha inside of you chasing after his climax faster while bouncing you up and down, fingers jamming in and out, cock lodged deep inside, tongue flicking your clit over and over again.

“Alpha! Please—please cum!”

“Where?” Renjun huffs, thrusting harder, blinking sweat away from his eyelashes. “Ask for it!”

He slaps at your thighs, beating the skin with wicked stings. Cracking dry whimpers from your throat as Haechan’s lips suck around your clit. “I-Inside! Please! Inside!”

Renjun’s throat locks up, chest heaving and squeezing tight making it harder to breathe, pushing deep past where Haechan’s fingers can reach inside of you. Struggling to keep up his speed as the base of his size expands, pushing through with teeth gritted, hips not slowing for even a second despite the new resistance gripping him. Cum bursts, spilling down around his length from the extra stretch inside of you, flowing down to the other Alpha’s wrist who licks it up, suckling up the nasty mess of slick and cum.

“A-alpha..please let me cum, please.” Desperation has you near the brink of insanity. Body full blown trembling in the weakened hold on your thighs.

Haechan smirks, tucking his fingers inside his mouth, pushing up with his free hand to spit the combined release on your chin and chest. “You really think you deserve to cum already? What about me?”

Haechan’s pushing one of your thighs up higher before you can even register what’s happening, weakened and overstimulated from being edged for too long. The tip of his length prods at your filled entrance, dragging over your swollen clit, dropping his forehead to yours as he begins to push in past the tight squeeze he’s met with.

The cries and whimpers you let out only encourage him, pressing in more as he holds his breath, sucking in his nostrils to restrain the need to cum. Making Renjun let out a pitiful grunt against your shoulder when he slides against the other Alphas size. Knot full grown making his brain spin from the stimulation rubbing against him.

“So fucking dirty.” Haechan says, shoulders tensed from trying to contain himself. Throbbing against the deathlock your walls wrap around him as he meets obstruction, blending with Renjun’s length beneath. “Fuck, so fucking dirty and messy.”

The ache burns painfully, worse than before, stinging the backs of your eyes with moisture that pushes out at the first thrust he gives. Gliding in and out of you easily with Renjun’s cum leaking down between his thighs. Haechan buries his size inside of you with pointed thrusts, doing it with extra force just to watch the tears pour from your eyes faster, just to hear your cries grow louder, pour from the walls like music reverberating out of speakers.

“Made to get fucked.” He mutters, licking at sweat and tears dangling from the tip of your nose. “Made to take Alpha cock like this, take it like a good Omega. Offering your holes to any Alpha, desperate for a fat knot, so fucking greedy you need two.”

“Hae-haechan—“ it’s barely a whisper, croaking from the back of your throat. Bounced down onto Renjun’s knot, getting hard again enough to compose himself and match up to Haechan’s pace even when it hurts him. Too lust ridden to stop himself when your ass bounces against his stomach. Firm strokes filling you up, rubbing against each other incessantly.

“Fuck, gonna cum.” He pants against your lips, tongue laving out like a hungry dog. Biting and sucking on whatever he can catch, leaving your mouth more swollen and bruised. “Make Alpha cum baby, wanna feel that pussy squeeze up again.”

Guiding a hand between your bodies, he thumbs at your over-sensitive clit again, sending shock waves of pleasure up your spine. Head jerked back onto Renjun’s shoulder, blabbering between your cries as you finally clenched around the two; orgasm barreling out of you sending a wave of electric shock up to your brain. The scream you let out echoing off the walls, permeating obscene wet squelches paired with the Alphas noisy grunts.

“A-ahh—“ Haechan’s head drops, knot ripping out around his base with one more thrust, locking him into place unable to move anymore as his cock weeps. Cum pouring out of him fiercely, endlessly streaming out. Only able to stay inside from the knots battling to keep you plugged up.

Renjun’s hips jump up just once, grinding upward letting out another release between a strangled groan that barely exits his lips.

“N-no no more, noo..” you hiccup, sobbing into the crook of Haechan’s neck. The ache in your legs gone numb from the overwhelming heat filling your gut, splayed out like a broken doll between the Alphas. Panting like animals stuck in humid heat that won’t allow you to catch your breath.

“Good Omega.” Haechan pecks wherever his mouth can reach, nudging his nose against your eyelid. “God, you’re so good.”

Renjun lets out a muffled sound agreeing, blowing hot air along the back of your shoulder.

“Thanks for..” Haechan grins, lip curling up wickedly. “Letting us come over.”

He’s not sure if he should kiss you, blinking up making direct eye contact with one of the various streaming cameras— he remembers that this isn’t live, opting to gently peck the tip of your nose. “You okay?”

“Mhm..” your eyes can’t seem to stay in place, as if the sockets have lost control of power, rolling back still too high off your climax. “Thank you Alphas.”

“Hey?” Jeno pokes into your bedroom, subtly ducking his chin in to hide the thrill painting his features upon seeing your set-up. Swallowing down a raspy cough, he glances around, smirking at the visual of your pink bedding. The room he’s dreamt of for months, weeks, days, restless nights awake stroking his cock to made-up fantasies of turning you around into multiple positions on this bed.

He’s calm, mostly, stealing looks around for where various cameras have been placed to capture different angles of what’s about to go down.

“Jeno?”

Your voice shivers up his spine, flaring his nostrils as he lets the scent of rose petals in your body wash lingering on your flesh circle around him. The prominent aroma of heat hits stronger than any amount of scrub and bubbles you used to cleanse your skin of Renjun and Haechan’s cum.

Honey.. sweet dripping honeycombs..

Jeno has to stop himself from sucking down a deep breath of slick gathering between your thighs. Muscles strain beneath the sweat soaked cotton material of his shirt, twitching while he tries to keep collected, turning to face you with an easy smile. “Jaemin sent me in to see if you’re ready for the photoshoot.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you’d be coming too?”

Jeno shrugs, explaining his sweaty appearance by telling you the story of their broken air conditioner while you sort through a rack of scantily clad garments hung on silk hangers. He thinks it’s fitting, everything in your bedroom screams feminine, delicate and pretty, only adding more ideas in his mind of different ways he’d love to rip off your designer lingerie. His monthly fee had to contribute to your closet somehow.

“Everyone’s air conditioner’s breaking from these heatwave’s..” you mumble, shyly gripping tighter onto the towel wrapped around you.

“Do you feel uncomfortable with me being here?” Jeno questions, proceeding to carry on conversation as if red lights from the cameras couldn’t bother him in the least.

“A little,” you say, sparing him a coy look over your shoulder with a small wink. “Jaemin told me that you’re one of my subscribers. Maybe you can help me choose what to wear?”

Jeno’s mouth hangs open comically following your towel slipping off, immediately hit with a potent waft of your scent. He has to tighten his fist as his sides to stop from lunging at your bare backside. Stepping closer with thinning eyes to stand behind you, he digs at your shoulder with the tip of his nose. Hands finding the back of your waist to tickle at with light grazes.

“Why would you put something on?” He glowers, quietly speaking. “You think I won’t just rip it off of you?”

“Alpha, what are y-you..” Jeno’s instincts take over, already forgetting he’s here technically to work.

“I’ve been subscribed to you for a really long time.” He whispers for you, hoping the microphones Jaemin set up can’t pick up on his low rumble. “Is that weird?”

Jeno’s cute— kind of in the same way Renjun’s dick is cute, but even cuter. The calmest he’s been since arriving with the others just now, pheromones similar to an Alpha pup entering their first rut, even that aspect melted your chest, having to bite your tongue from over-complimenting the Alpha in the moment to keep the act going.

“Do you know how many of my subscribers wish they could fuck me?”

Jeno splutters, pinching his fingers into where your waist dips, bottom lip jutting out as he shakes his head.

“Every single one of them. Don’t let them down.. Alpha.”

He’s been waiting so long for this, even had to wait while his friends fucked you first. Chewing at his nails nervously while he sat out on the balcony with Jaemin, he thought about it, remembering each time you’d notice his messages in the chat and responded with a devilish smile.

“None of them have ever wanted you as much as me.” Jeno steps closer, positioning your chest against the wall with his hips circling against your backside holding you in place with one palm flattened on the curve in your spine. “None of them will ever fuck you the way I’m about to.”

“Alpha..” you say it in such a gentle tone, lowering down to the coquettish gamer girl voice that always makes payments drop into your account faster. Tongue hanging out for Jeno’s eyes to track, following the little wiggle you give before he snaps, darting forward to trap you between his lips.

It’s not a slow kiss, lacking rush as he savors tasting you for the first time. Just as sweet and tantalizing as he always imagined, better even; cherry flavored jolly rancher that he wishes could permanently stain his tongue with remnants of its flavor.

The Alphas strong build melts heavily against your back, trailing bony long fingers between your lower halves to tug himself free.

“F-fuck.” You gasp, planting your forehead against the wall, losing the hold around your tongue. Lips returning to an abused swollen state from the heated kiss.

“I know how you like it.” Jeno whispers, licking up your jawline to your earlobe, nipping as he slaps his length between the crevice of your ass. “I know how you love it.”

His shaft feels weighty on your bottom, slapping down landing with obscenely loud smacks the cameras could pick up on even without microphones. “How’s your pussy gonna take all this dick baby?”

Jeno already has your eyes rolling up, from the gravely rasp in his tone to his sheer mass pressing heavy on your body, forcing your nipples to scratch against the wall sending shrill sensations down to the gushing space between your thighs. “Thought you were a fan..”

“Oh I am.” Jeno clicks his tongue, kissing at the backs of his teeth. Bending at his knees to swipe between your buttcheeks. “Gonna fuck every part of you.”

He pushes between your thighs to emphasize, grunting like a beast against your nape. Excitement from before spiraling into the pure need to fuck and breed, fill you with pups before any other Alpha can.

Even between your thighs Jeno feels too thick, forcing your knees to bump into each other with each splitting thrust he gives. Pushing at his sweats haphazardly to relieve his balls of the heat swarming his skin, his Alpha taking over chanting to mate mate mate. Each slap of his hips screams against your backside, resounding an aggressive clap throughout your bedroom.

Jeno can hardly believe your slicks staining his sweats, leaking out for him, pussy folds draping around his size pleading to be filled. “My Omega, gonna be dreaming about my cock after this. On your knees for me, begging for Alpha to fuck you.”

The heat between your thighs becomes unbearable, jammed against his size viciously strumming your clit. Heavy palms cup your waist, riding you back and forth on his length faster, scrabbling at the wall.

Jeno shouts a string of curses, ripping away only to throw you down on the bed. Throat tight as he swiftly twists off his shirt. Pupils blown wide covered in black, a blush rising from the center of his chest to warm pink nipples, tracing the veins lining his throat to where his lips swell into a pout.

He stands proud following your heated gaze to his gleaming shaft standing tall, reaching the middle of his carved abdomen. Instinctively clamping your thighs together when he approaches, kicking his sweats off, smiling too adorably as he captures your thighs.

“What happened to being the queen of taking cock?”

Jeno lets out a giggle, a fucking giggle, amused by the sheer terror crossing your expression. Spreading your thighs apart, losing his stature when your heady scent hits him. Pussy insanely drenched leaving a puddled mess to create under your ass.

His length drapes down the center of your stomach, the tip landing just above halfway. Poking at your muscles twitching under his size. “That’s how deep I’m gonna fuck you.”

The need to claim you and make you his intensifies more, mesmerized by your hole twitching, pulsing around nothing. Your body screaming from anywhere to get fucked, for him to fuck you, that’s all Jeno can think. You need him to fuck you.

“Only I get to see you like this..” He says, jaw locking when he has to specify. “…out of all the Alphas who pay.”

The realization stirs up the Alphas primal hunger, desire overflowing to ruin you, ruin you for only him. Ensure that no one else will ever be good enough, no one else will ever satisfy you.

Jeno almost feels embarrassed as he circles the tip of his length on your entrance. Shivering from his thighs to where his throat bobs up and down. Prolonging teasing your hole only for his sanity— quietly pep-talking himself up to not cum in a minute, he hadn’t edged himself for hours into the night missing sleep over your videos to fuck up this chance.

After what feels like an eternity, he sucks down a deep breath lowering inch by inch into your sopping wet cunt. Lewd ridiculous sounds of wetness gush out around his fat size, walls clamping down sucking him in to move even faster. True to his word, your stomach extends when he sinks inside to the hilt, cock pushing your walls to a new stretch. Fiercely throbbing between your convulsing heat.

“Oh fu-fuck..” Jeno’s mouth drops open, his eyes rolling up as if this was his first time. Your pussy tightening around his size like a glove, the veins beating up and down his length molding to the shape of your insides. “So—so fucking tight.”

Jeno’s mewling, brain thoughtless to the cameras recording, not a care in the world about the amount of comments that would make fun of him. His reaction only confirming you weren’t just a pretty Omega for Alphas to shower with gifts, but the actual girl of his dreams. The fleshlight he discretely kept hidden under his bed from your merch site would never be able to compare.

He pulls out only to slam his cock back in, drowning in the way you spasm and clench around him. Pussy locked tight refusing to let go, knowing in the back of his mind he’d have you trained to take his size everyday, turn you into the perfect doll to sit on his cock.

The Alphas hands find your curved waist, dipping the pads of his fingers in to gain momentum. “So pretty, you’re so pretty.” He says between labored breaths, cock stroking in and out too rapidly, losing coherency too much to even understand him.

Jeno’s speed becomes punishing, caught up in his own crazed lust, determined to push cum far deep enough inside of you that you taste him in the back of your mouth.

Moans and whimpers soar off your tongue, head thrashing side to side as the Alpha lifts your ankles to his shoulders, pounding faster until you’re limp. Hanging boneless on his cock spearing all the way inside, bulging the skin around your navel out with each deep hit.

“Alpha..c-cum,” you babble breathlessly. Air knocked out of you with each unforgiving slide of Jeno’s length pushing your mind further away. “C-close, I—close.”

He nods, taking the initiative to fuck you with extra force until you’re shouting, gripping at the pillows above your head. The pillows he’s watched you ride and get off on countless amounts of times. Memories of cumming in the shower, at 3am in bed, even in the school bathroom resurface as his gaze takes in your breasts bouncing, clapping together from the impact of his body engulfing yours.

“Cum for your Alpha, cum for me baby.”

Your orgasm clutches you by the throat, beckoning your back to arch up as your release nearly forces Jeno’s size to push out. Wetness spritzing over his abs and chest, even reaching up to slap under his chin.

“What’s taking so long?” Jaemin steps in right as Jeno folds you in half, the backs of your knees hoisted to the sides of your head, neck thrown back in a complete daze.

The Alpha on top of you catches his friend entering from the corner of his eye, a camera in hand as they planned for better up-close shots under the premise of photographing content for your page. His thrusts never falter, angling and maneuvering just right to reach where you need, pummeling moaned gasps from the back of your throat.

“Gonna fill you full of pups.” Jeno mostly says to himself, voice rough and serious with each dip crushing his abdominal muscles together. Sweaty and flexing the more he grinds forward, grunting through licks at his teeth. “Want Alpha to breed your pretty cunt? You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Fixated on chasing his release, Jeno pushes your thighs to your chest. Pressing hard watching his cock punch through your slick velvety walls. Entrance clinging to his thick girth, looking raw and used, still wanting more.

Droplets of sweat rain down, landing to melt along the backs of your legs from where they jump off Jeno’s jaw, neck rippling under a sheet of sweat. Exerting more power to cage you completely, leaving little to no room for you to even squirm away.

Jaemin expected to walk in on this, what he didn’t expect was the wash of annoyance that poured down his mind. Biting at his bottom lip to control himself from ruining the moment, he powers on the camera in his hand; zooming in to your face as Jeno leans in to give you the messiest, spittiest, barely there kiss. A kiss more so meant for his friends eyes only.

“What was that?” Jeno spews, wet hair flopping on his forehead. The heat from your bodies overpowering the air blowing from the vent above your door. Even Jaemin has to lap away sweat from his upper lip the closer he approaches.

Jeno’s question breaks through your mind with another ruthless snap of his hips. Chanting a round of broken yesyesyesyes, shouting out for the Alpha when his relentless pounding turns erratic, burning your back to shift up your bed. Damp bedding lights fire up your back, dragged harder by the Alpha losing his restraint, stilling right as your head hits the headboard.

Jeno’s growls sound close to whines, pup whines. Fucking like he’s never had a rut before, never slowing, emptying cum deep inside your walls for what feels like hours. Knot popping, sending hisses between his grinding teeth, deeply wrinkled around his squeezed shut eyes. Shallowly continuing to fuck your pussy through his never ending orgasm, knot attempting to sneak through with another thrust.

“Too much! S-too much!” You sob, head reeling and aching from how hard Jeno had fucked you, the headboard smacking back when you collided.

Jaemin taps his friend's shoulder, breaking his daze. Finally letting your legs down gently to not flop down harshly.

Jeno wants to curse, cry, shout and scream, kick his legs. Smoothing his hands down soft tender flesh lining your inner thighs, fixated on your ruined hole plugged up full of his cum, filled to the brim by his cock and knot. “So perfect.”

He shifts back just enough to admire white hot release squeeze out. Knot covered with a mixture of you both, something he could get off to if he had a photo on hand. Nodding for Jaemin to come closer and get a shot as he dips his digits to collect some of the blend, raising it to your lips letting out whines from over sensitivity.

“Open baby, that’s it pretty baby.” He coos, pushing a filthy wad of your cum onto your tongue, plump lips wrapping around his fingers with a suck.

Jaemin concentrates on filming your face, his dick twitching when your relaxed expression switches to one of fear, Jeno going on about how good you feel, how he’s your Alpha now.

“Who owns you now? Hmm?” He asks, penetrating his digits further in until you’re gagging, coughing from the rough pace he starts prodding your mouth with.

“You know why she’s not answering?” Jaemin interrupts, scanning the drool that's covered your chin and chest. “You can’t own a slut.”

Without another word, Jaemin elbows Jeno’s side, taken over by how long he’s waites. How infuriated he feels having to witness another Alpha fuck you stupid when that should be him.

The Alpha in question grumbles, knot gone down enough to be shoved aside with ease to be forgotten. He sits near, doing as he was instructed to earlier— ‘film it like a viewer would enjoy, you should know how.’

Jaemin’s fast to turn you over, his hands brushing up the backs of your thighs to grip your hips. Positioning your ass up like a good Omega presenting for their Alpha, not even giving you a minute to realize he’s about to fuck you face down ass up before he swipes between your folds gathering slick and cum, burying into your ass with one push.

He’s big— so fucking big. Fully erect, stretching your hole wide around thick fat girth. The better part of Jaemin long gone, his only care now to fuck your ass raw, hear your wails blast around the room, claim a part of you before Jeno can.

He’s so deep, filling your hole up giving you no time to even adjust, writhing as you reach for something, anything. Clutching at your bed topper, at Jeno’s smooth built thigh. The Alpha panning over the exposed white of your eyes, tongue hung out trickling saliva out like something straight out of Hentai.

Jaemin’s strong thighs press to the backs of yours, cock fully breaching your hole, stinging from the tip of your spine all the way to the top. Cries, sobbing cries sound before you can even register, fucked too stupid by the fullness splitting your ass open.

Nothing about the Alphas movements comes across charming or polite anymore, brutally gripping your hips with a bruising hold; leveraging your weight to snap forward forcing a deep bowed arch in your back.

Skin clapping against wet skin boomed around your bedroom, muffling the whimpering moans spewing from your chest. Jaemin only spurred to fuck you full of his rage— rage that should be directed at the Alpha equally irritated behind the camera.

“Alpha! Please—“ saliva collecting around your tongues slips free, covering your chin in more of a mess. Adding more obscenity to the visual of Jaemin’s broad figure behind you, pushing the mounds of your ass to roll over onto your lower back with each pummel of his hips.

“Did I say you could fucking speak?” Jaemin growls, slapping your hip before looping a fist through your hair. Yanking to lift your head for the camera lense to zoom in and out and focus on the disaster that’s taken place. Tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, lips debauched from chewing and biting, snot mixing with sweat above your pout. A nasty little mess, manhandled around by Alphas like nothing but a useless fucktoy.

“You see Jeno?” He leans over, pressing against your ass making your thighs scream from the burn of his weight pushing you into a half-split bent at your knees. “He’s your biggest fan.”

Jaemin’s tone fills with mockery, taunting and picking at his friend, taking a hold of your jaw with his other hand to make you look at the camera, look at Jeno’s enraged face hiding behind it. The cold gaze watching you coiling heat through your gut, spiraling up your chest. Trapped by the Alphas hand lowering to cup your throat with a squeeze, coughing through sobs the more he tightens.

“So fucking ungrateful, he pays so much just to watch you, pretend you belong to him.” Jaemin tuts, lifting hooded eyes to glare at the other. “This is how you thank him? Let his best friend fuck your ass. Such a fucking whore.”

Jeno’s lips pull back in a snarl, silently warning his roommate to stop trying him. Making him suffer as much as he’s made you with the bullshit he goes on saying.

“You can thank him better than this.” Jaemin says, roughly shaking your throat in his grip. “Come on, open up that pretty mouth.”

Instantaneously your tongue lolls out like a bitch in heat, causing Jeno to grunt, clamping his free hand around the base of his shaft. Shame and thrill combining to rip a guttural moan through it all. Jaemin only using your brainless weakened stated to his advantage.

The Alphas bicep lodges against your throat, squeezing your breath to choke out with every thrust, his other hand fisting your hair until your neck arches back in a painful way. Jeno getting an amazing shot of your tongue hanging lifelessly, drooling onto Jaemin’s meaty bulging bicep. Biting down on it hard enough to shock yourself to waken enough and cry.

Jaemin’s nose buries behind your ear, licking at whatever he can reach. Hiding his voice by latching onto your neck. “So fucking sexy, you’re so fucking hot.”

He gets it, he more than gets it. Stilling to circle against your ass as he lets out a less than manly whine. The desperation rumbling from his chest lets you know he’s close, face crumpling behind you, doing his best to keep it a secret with his nose tucked into your hair.

His thrusts snap like quick jabs, sharp and pointed. Expertly fucking your ass without losing his pace, without caring if you even get off. Letting your head drop, Jaemin gives your scalp a break, slapping a firm grip on your shoulder to keep you in place. The impact forcing your face to drop forward, biting down on the bicep shifting under your chin. Thick meat of muscle fills your taste buds, laving at it pathetically to compress the wails trying to crack from your lungs.

Jaemin knows he doesn’t have to do it, he doesn’t owe you a damn thing. Reminding you to be grateful he’s even fucking your slutty ass, he jerks your neck back up, cracking in the process. Pushing your hips up with his length grinding into you. Fingers swoop down, blurring over your clit in a mean way just to make you cry more. “Show your loyal fans what it takes to make you cum.”

Fumbling to fist the bedding, you convulse, pussy clenching at nothing. Squirting all over your thighs, ruined pretty pink blanket, and the Alpha’s forearm continuing to vibrate pushing your orgasm over the edge.

Jaemin let’s out a cracked groan, having to slow down from the ass clamps around him. Thrashing against his arm making the pressure worse on his cock.

He sighs through a moan, cupping your bruised hip to pull out, cock landing with a wet slap where your butt perks and rounds out. Struggling to keep his eyes open as he groans filthily, the tip of his length prodding in and it of your hole to push his cum in. Letting the rest of it cover your ass with a creamy layer.

“There you go,” he sighs, kissing your temples. Licking away sweat that’s about to clump your eyelashes together more. “Such a good Omega.”

He eyes the teeth marks shining under a coat of drool left behind on his arm, softly dislodging your chin while massaging the back of your strained neck. “Hungry little puppy.”

He thrusts back in once more for good measure, making you squeal and hiss, his heavy hand pushing at your lower back to slide out with calm. Cum bubbling around his softening length as your rim pulses.

Jeno lets out an angry scoff, grabbing onto the back of your leg once Jaemin finally moves off. Grumbling something about how his friend took long enough.

“N-no! No more!” You cry, wailing, weakly trying to crawl away on your knees. Jeno tossing you onto your back like a rag doll after Jaemin emptied the life out of you.

“Shh, be good for Alpha.”

The last thing you hear before your eyes roll to the backs of your sockets. Lungs crushed under Jeno’s weight as he sinks deep inside your ass pushing the rest of Jaemin’s cum to pour out.

“Hey.” Jeno’s eyes light up above you, his face all fresh with floppy damp hair. Sporting a soft smile, patting a cool cloth on your forehead. “You’re awake. I think your heat actually broke.”

“Hmm?” Sitting up on your elbows, you see Jaemin sitting at the end of the bed, a shifty gaze roaming between you and the other Alpha.

“You feeling okay?” He asks, rubbing at the side of his neck, a nervous habit.

“Kind of sleepy.” You yawn, settling against two stacked pillows. Jeno continues to pamper you, apologizing for losing control with a look of concern.

“That was the point, Alpha.” You reassure with a wink, tracing the lines of his opened apologetic palm. “Should have the video up by tomorrow, after my editor cuts all the unsexy stuff.”

Jaemin clears his throat to interrupt, wishing Jeno would leave first so he could talk to you in private. It’s not as if his roommate should have any type of claim on you just because he was horny enough to pay for a monthly subscription.

“We should leave so you can rest.” He nods. “I have some errands to run tomorrow nearby, if you need anything..”

Jeno’s jaw pops open, fixing his friend with an offended look. The other proceeding to ignore him with a shrug.

“Thank you Alp—….Jaemin..”

“Of course.” He smiles politely, the demon that had just wrecked your ass long disappeared by now. “Let’s get going Jeno.”

Jeno follows after Jaemin, trudging to exit with slumped shoulders, weighed down by an impending sensation of regret. Tilting his head side to side annoyed the more he thought about it.

“Be right back!” He spins, jogging the short distance back to your bedroom to find you still blissfully laid in place ready to fall asleep again.

“Hey.” He smiles brightly, blinking to keep his eyes as open as possible despite the way his cheeks ache from stretching his lips so wide.

“Jeno? Did you forget something?”

The Alpha steps back inside, sinking your bed in where he sits and pulls out his phone. “Yeah, your phone number.”

“Ahh..” covering your face, you can’t resist the urge to squeal. The overly eager Alpha unleashing shyness and excitement in your chest. “So cheesy!”

“I should’ve been cooler, right?” He wonders, teeth chattering with a nervous laugh. “Strolled in like— what’re you doing this weekend? Other than me?”

“Jeno?” Jaemin pokes his head past your door, having followed after him and listened to this embarrassing back and forth long enough. “Let’s go. Now. Haechan and Renjun have been waiting for us at the restaurant.”

“Oh yeah yeah, sorry.” Jeno leans over, stealing a kiss on your forehead as if his mouth hadn’t just slathered the entirety of your body in sucks and bites. “Get some rest.”

Jaemin nods, staying behind as his friend walks out. “Can I text you still?”

“Huh?” You question sleepily, confused as to why he’d ask. “Of course.. Alpha.”

Jaemin smiles, ducking his chin to hide the blush seeping through his cheeks. “Maybe we can hang out? next Saturday?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

a/n: Jeno favoritism always😭

ps- kinda proofed/kinda not🥹💙

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[trashytoastboi]

🍖Monkey D. Luffy Masterlist🍖

🍖 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Luffy reacting to seeing their timid S/O angry for the first time

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy x Tall! M! S/O

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy x Tall! M! S/O - Pre and Post Timeskip

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy x F! Strong S/O - Pre and Post timeskip

🍖 Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Luffy x Crewmate who has a tendency to wander off

🍖 Headcanons: Sabo, Kid, Luffy x F! Keyblade Wielder

🍖 Headcanons: Ace, Luffy, Zoro x Tall! F! S/O

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Robin, Shanks x S/O - Discovering their S/O is a sea dragon

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji - Reacting to crying S/O who tries to keep everyone happy

🍖 Headcanons: ABO AU! Omega! Zoro, Sanji, Luffy + F! Alpha

🍖 Headcanons – Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Sanji – Reacting to their accident prone S/O

🍖 Scenario: Soul Mate AU! Zoro, Luffy and F! Soul Mate (Poly)

🍖 Scenario: Modern AU! Luffy and Tall! Male! S/O studying together

🍖 NSFW Scenario: Roommate AU! Zoro, Luffy x F! Roommate (Poly)

🍖 Headcanons: Zoro, Kid, Law, Luffy - with a S/O who has a Buster sword

🍖 Headcanons: Ace, Luffy, Law, X-Drake – With extremely kind, caring and protective S/O

🍖 Scenario: ABO AU! Pregnant! Omega! Luffy x Tall! M! Alpha

🍖 Headcanons: NSFW and SFW: Luffy with Feminine! S/O

🍖 Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Law, Kid with Short! Male! S/O who collapses with a fever due to carelessness for his health

🍖 NSFW Scenario: Ace, Sabo, Luffy x F! Reader - #28 Threesome + #38 Bartender AU

🍖 Headcanons: Pre and Post Time Skip – Luffy x Male! S/O with similar personality to Jack Sparrow

🍖 Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Luffy - #11. Making the other laugh & #28. Threesome

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Ace, Zoro, Law – Meeting Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Goofy

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Crocodile - Cuddling with Introverted! Reader

🍖 Headcanons Law, Luffy, Zoro, Ace x S/O that loves horror

🍖 Scenario: Luffy x Male! S/O with Jack Sparrow personality – Remember Every Scar

🍖 Headcanons: Modern AU! Ace, Luffy, Garp, Dragon as celebrities

🍖 Headcanons: Kid, Killer, Luffy x S/O with wings

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Smoker, Doflamingo, Law – Meeting young Xehanort (Kingdom Hearts)

🍖 Headcanons: X-Drake, Law, Luffy with S/O making a wish on a shooting star

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy x Male! Ex-Marine Lieutenant! S/O

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Law, Kid x S/O – who has a split sleeping schedule.

🍖 Headcanons: ABO AU! Alpha! Luffy, Alpha! Sanji, Alpha! Zoro x Omega S/O

🍖 SFW AND NSFW: ABO AU! Alpha! Luffy, Alpha! Sanji, Alpha! Zoro x Omega! S/O Who is in heat

🍖 Headcanons: Ace, Luffy, Garp x Sister!/Grandaughter! Reader - Saving her family at Marineford

🍖 Headcanons: Dad AU! Zoro, Luffy, Ace - Sleeping with their infant on their chest

🍖 Headcannons: Sabo, Law, Luffy x S/O - Reaction to their S/O picking up a magical lamp

🍖 NSFW Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Kid, Law x S/O - First time with their partner who is afraid of being touched and having sex due to their past as a slave

🍖 Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Crocodile, Luffy x Shy! Deaf! Male! S/O

🍖 Headcanons: Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Usopp, Law, Kid x Male! S/O is usually bright and loud but he had a bad day and needs some comfort

🍖 Headcanons: Kid, Law, Shanks, Luffy x S/O - Walking in on their partner “confessing” to their vice captain

🍖 Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Zoro, Kid x Quiet! Calm! S/O - Losing their shit

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace with Sleepy head S/O – They just love sleeping and taking naps

#trashytoastboi #luffy #monkey d luffy #character masterlist #masterlist #fluff #one piece #sfw #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #gender neutral reader #gender neutral pronouns #one piece headcanon #female reader #male reader #unholy toast #luffy x readwr #mugiwara no luffy #strawhat luffy

[duckprintspress]

Fandom Lexicon: A

For over a year, we here at Duck Prints Press have been slowly but surely working on a creating a fandom lexicon: a basic dictionary of common terms, abbreviations, and slang used now and in the past in fandom circles. This is, unsurprisingly, a massive undertaking, and we can never hope to be exhaustive, but we finally have gotten far enough along to begin sharing this project publicly!

Starting this week, we will be adding more definitions to our Fandom Lexicon weekly, usually at a rate of one letter a week (though we’ll double and triple up for some letters with fewer terms). And – we’ll be making all these updates into blog posts!

Today, we’ve added the definitions filed under the letter “A” to our lexicon.

Note: future updates will not update this blog post, but will update the main Lexicon page in our webpage Resources.

Did we miss a term? Is one of our definitions incomplete? Let us know, and we’ll take your input under advisement!

Lexicon Terms Beginning with A (read more)

A/B/O: Abbreviation, stands for Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics. See Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics. Note: Writing the abbreviation without a divider is considered bad etiquette in many fandom circles because it looks like an Australian slur.

A/N: Abbreviation, stands for “author’s note.” A note at the beginning of a fanfiction written by the author.

A/S/L: Abbreviation, stands for age/sex/location. In ye olde internet days, it was common for people to try to find hook-ups by messaging strangers “A/S/L,” requesting their age, sex, and location as the initial step of forging a connection.

Abandoned: A work that the creator has stopped updating.

Ace: Abbreviation, stands for asexual/asexuality. The overarching term for people who do not experience sexual attraction, as opposed to those who are allosexual. Read more about the term “asexuality.”

Achillean: An umbrella term for men or men-aligned people who love other men, regardless of the sexuality of the men in question. Read more about the term “achillean.”

Adoption: When the author of an abandoned work allows (explicitly or by lack of response) another person to finish it. In many fandoms, it is considered rude to adopt a work without permission.

AFAB: Abbreviation, stands for “assigned female at birth.” Someone who got ye olde “F” on their birth certificate based on the birth attendant’s judgment of their genitals. Read more about the abbreviation “AFAB.”

AIM: Abbreviation, stands for “AOL Instant Messenger.” A messaging service commonly used in the mid 1990s to mid 2000s. Read more about AIM.

AITA: Abbreviation, stands for “Am I the Asshole?” Both an inquiry and a reference to a popular subreddit. Read more at the AITA reddit.

Allo: Abbreviation, stands for allosexual/allosexuality. The overarching term for people who experience sexual attraction, as opposed to those who are asexual. Can also be used for romance, i.e alloromantic/aromantic. Read more about the term “allosexual” and the term “alloromantic”.

Ally: Typically used to refer to someone who is not a member of a specific oppressed group, who supports and advocates for the rights of an oppressed group. For example, a straight person who supports and advocates for LGBTQIA+ rights would be an ally. Read more about the term “ally.”

Alpha: A secondary gender term used in works with alpha/beta/omega dynamics. While the specifics are up to the writer, some common characteristics of alphas include: larger, stronger bodies; social dominance; a strong sense of smell; eyes that turn red when angry or aroused; hormone-driven sexual “ruts”; and canine-esque genitalia. See Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics.

Alpha Reader: The first person, other than the author, to read a written work. An alpha reader typically offers feedback on plot, structure, characterization, and other such subjective details. Read more about alpha readers.

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics: an original type of alternate universe created by fandom in which characters, who may be human, part-human, or non-human, are born with a second gender in addition to their main gender. The details of how these worlds work vary widely but the basic idea is that in addition to being born as female, male, non-binary, etc., characters are also born as alphas, betas, and/or omegas, and this impacts their sex lives. Read more: Fanlore; our blog post about Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics.

AMAB: Abbreviation, stands for “assigned male at birth.” Someone who got ye olde “M” on their birth certificate based on the birth attendant’s judgment of their genitals. Read more about the term “AMAB.”

AN: Abbreviation, stands for Author’s Note. See A/N.

Angst: Typically used to describe a fanfic that deep-dives into feelings of anxiety, fear, insecurity, grief, and other heavily negative emotions. Read more on about the term “angst.”

Anime: Animated media from Japan.

Anon: Abbreviation, stands for anonymous. Usually used to refer to the person who sent an anonymous communication such as a Tumblr ask or a fic comment.

Anti: Abbreviation, stands for anti-shipper, though it is often used as just “anti” without the implication of being specifically against shipping/a ship in modern fandom parlance. 1. Someone who strongly dislikes [thing], where thing is usually a fandom, character, ship, or kink. 2. Someone who has developed (or been exposed to) a set of restrictive and unrealistic moral standards about behavior and/or beliefs that they apply to all media they encounter and expect everyone else to adhere to as well. Those who do not meet these standards are typically painted as morally reprehensible by the anti community, and they are subsequently subjected to harassment, bullying, dogpiling/brigading, exposure to offline social circles and/or employers, doxxing, and/or threats of real harm, all of which can occur online or in the physical world. Testimony from former antis indicates that it is easy to fall into this behavior but extremely difficult to escape it. Read more about the term “anti-shipper” and it’s subsequent development.

Anti-anti: Someone who hates antis as much as antis hate them. See Pro-shipper (pending). Read more about the term “anti-anti.”

AO3: Abbreviation, stands for “Archive of Our Own.” An extensive archive of fanworks maintained by the Organization for Transformative Works, created in response to censorship destroying fanworks and history on other platforms. Visit AO3.

Apologism: Read about the term “apologism.”

Appropriation: Short for “cultural appopriation.” Read more about appropriation.

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Aro: Abbreviation, stands for Aromantic/Aromanticism. An overarching term for people who do not experience romantic attraction. Read more about aromanticism.

ASL: Abbreviation, stands for American Sign Language or Age/Sex/Location. See A/S/L. Read more about American Sign Language.

AU: Abbreviation, stands for Alternate Universe. Typically used when a fanwork lifts the characters from a the source material and places them in a completely different reality. For example, placing Buffy and Spike in a story set in medieval times. Read more about AUs.

Avatar: 1. Another name for a PFP, the icon next to a user’s name on a social media platform, forum, or other online setting. Depending on what platform you are using, avatar may be the most-commonly used term for this image. 2. Shorthand for Avatar the Last Air Bender. 3. A sci-fi movie by James Cameron. See also: PFP (pending)

AYRT: Abbreviation, stands for Anon You Responded To. In conversation involving one or more anonymous parties, a way of distinguishing which anon is being referred to.

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Spooktober 2023

Here will be the masterlist for the 2023 Spooktober event where I intend to link all the fics I post for it with the requestor tagged so they may find this post easily.

Please mind the tags on each post and titles may change. (If the summary sounds wrong for your fic, please message me so I may clear up any misunderstanding on my summary list)

(Vampire) Of Noble Blood - @sabo-has-my-heart

Astra never expected to be swept off her feet by a charming man at a Halloween party, but she's not against it either. But Sabo has a secret he's been keeping from her--and it's only a matter of time until someone endangers them both.

Vampire!SaboXOC(Astra)

(Werewolf) Room for One More+18 - @marco--the--phoenix

Marco and Ace are two lonely werewolves hoping to fill out their alpha/beta/omega trifecta. And they believe they've finally found him, whether he knows it or not. Now it's only a matter of finding out if the transformation blesses them with an omega of their own.

Marco!Alpha!WerewolfXAce!Beta!WerewolfXOC(Omega!Werewolf!Ray)

(Siren) High Note of a Punchline - @idiashroudds

Anna had never heard such an enchanting voice. And Buggy had never met anyone who genuinely liked his song.

Siren!BuggyXOC(Anna)

(Serial Killer) STALKED IN THE WOODS (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!) - @raptures-finest

Andreas, wild at heart, only wanted to explore abandoned places with his friends. But this time, while venturing into the woods to find a forgotten mansion, he seems to have bitten off more than he can chew. And his list of friends shrinks as their corpses start piling up.

The Blair Witch Project (1999) inspired SaboXKoalaXKakuXOC(Andreas!Urban explorer)

(Dullahan) Don't Lose Your Head about It - myself

Thatch supposed he should ease up on the partying if he always ended up lost somewhere away from his body. Though he'd argue that this time, at least, it wasn't his fault. He's been found by a very helpful and lovely lady though, so really, he has no room to complain until that bastard Teach decided to come finish the job. Hopefully he can reunite with his body before it's too late.

ThatchXOC(Nikia)

(Mob/Gang) High Price for a Date+18 - @spitfire-of-the-sea

Saki's considered a lead in her field of research in the secretive government sector. Classified information is basically all she's handled for well over a year now. But apparently not all of it. Now she's seen something she shouldn't have and has to book it into arguably more dangerous territory. The Whitebeard Gang's territory, to be specific. Where she finds herself in the arms of one of the most dangerous men in the city. Sparks fly and she finds he's more than willing to pay for her safety, in exchange? A date... and maybe something more.

(Kraken) A Great Big Family - myself

There are many dangers at sea. You've known this all your life and had lived to tell the tale. This may be where you meet your match though, as everyone knows how ferocious krakens are. As well as territorial. Now, if only someone told them that they're not supposed to be territorial over people.

You're not dead, but at what cost?

Sweet Child Reader & Kraken!WBP

(Old God) Dreams and Rebirth +18- @bookandyarndragon

She'd dreamed of a song her whole life. Faint and distant, it called to her with such beauty she'd been compelled to follow. But he had been patiently waiting long enough. Now that she was in his grasp, it was time to claim what has always been his, and start his family anew.

Marco!OldGod X F!Reader

(Demons) Prosperity and Sacrifice+18 - @cebwrites

An investigator follows the trail of misfortune and murder across an entire continent. And when they finally reach the end of the trail--they realize this is one mystery that should have gone cold.

Law X OC(Kirin!Demon)

(Ghost) Beetles and Juice, Tricks and Treats - @flamingoblubber

Beetlejuice had gone all out for what was arguably the most important holiday for himself. Thankfully, his sweetie, Jay, is willing to reel him in so he doesn't toe the line too hard or scar the neighborhood for life. He still stands firm that a few sand worms would really liven up the place.

Beetlejuice (1988) X OC(Jay)

(Scarecrow) A Heart Made of Straw - myself

Being a professional scarecrow is honest work. And Nikia has contracted with the Whitebeard farm for a few years now with no complaint. The job would be easier if she wasn't so fond of one of Whitebeard's sons, but it wasn't like she expected anything to come of it. Unfortunately, it appears as though he may be onto her... but she'd quite literally rather die than give herself away. So, who will win this stalemate? An honest country boy or an awkward introverted scarecrow?

(Boogeyman) Nothing to be Afraid of (Every Reason to Run) - myself

You never quite liked the wardrobe your new family got you. For weeks you could have sworn something was watching you from it. Stefan and Kotatsu both raising their hackles anytime it creaks open. But you didn't want to raise a fuss. But maybe you should have--if you had, then you wouldn't have been stolen from your bed in the middle of the night.

It's okay though, Echo says they know the way out.

(How our Seeds Grow) child!reader & OC(Echo)

(Mummy) Piece by Piece, You'll Come Back to Me - @sunken-diver

For thousands of years, Zoro has had an uneasy rest. Cursed to never die for his traitorous desire, he waits. Until one day he is awoken and finds he no longer has to wait to reunite with the object of his desire. They're right here. Ripe for the taking.

Mummy (1999) inspired Ft. Mummy!Zoro and AMAB!GN!Reader.

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B*tches and Bunnies

Pairing: ace! dog hybrid! alpha! reader x ace! bunny hybrid! omega! jungkook Details: college au, best friends taehyung and jimin Summary: There are certain stereotypes about dogs and rabbits which neither you nor Jungkook appreciate.

Warnings: The recognizable names and personalities do not reflect their real life counterparts. (oversexualization, discrimination, harassment, power dynamics alcohol/drunkenness)

You walked into your apartment, tossing your backpack off to the side and letting out a small growl.

“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” Jimin said from the couch. He grabbed the remote, muting the TV. Taehyung blinked blearily up at you from Jimin’s lap. You shrugged, glancing at the screen.

“Are you guys really rewatching One Piece again?”

Jimin removed his hand from Taehyung’s hair, clicking his tongue. Taehyung whined slightly.

“Don’t rag on our favorite show just cause you’re in a bad mood,” Jimin said sternly.

“I’m sorry.” Your shoulders slumped.

“Come here.” Jimin motioned at you. You sighed and walked over, perching on the armrest. Jimin pulled you into his arms, tickling you until you laughed.

“Okay, okay, quit it!” You said as Taehyung joined in. You bit down lightly on his shoulder, causing him to shriek. Jimin snickered. “It’s wasn’t even that hard, you big baby!” You rubbed Taehyung’s shoulder nonetheless, kissing the spot in apology. Taehyung grinned at you.

“But no, seriously, what’s up with you?” Jimin asked after a moment. “You smell so sad and frustrated.”

You let out a huff. “It’s nothing.”

“[F/N]…” Jimin said, giving you that look.

You squinted at him.

“Don’t you try and dominate me, fuzzball.”

Taehyung snorted.

“I’m not!” Jimin protested. “Not on purpose, anyway! I just want to know what’s wrong with my best friend!”

“…I heard two boys in the back of European Architecture today wondering about what I would be like in heat,” you said quietly.

“What!” Jimin hissed. “I want names, I’ll rip their fucking—“

You patted him on the head. “It’s fine, it’s fine.”

“It’s really not,” Taehyung said, grabbing your other hand. He twisted the chunky black ring on your middle finger, the one that matched his own. “You shouldn’t have to go through this shit.” He hesitated. “Maybe we can report it?”

Jimin frowned slightly. “I don’t know… that… might be more trouble than it’s worth, honestly.” It had only been about five years since hybrids were regularly accepted into colleges. There was a system put into place for reporting prejudice, but more often than not, it was the hybrid who walked away with a slap on their wrist. “I should just kill them.” You snorted. “It’d be easier.”

“Well, we wouldn’t be here if we only cared about the easy route, huh?” You thought. Jimin sighed.

“I suppose you’re right.”

“It’s not like it’s anything I haven’t heard before,” you continued. “Bitch in heat, isn’t that the saying?”

“Don’t,” Jimin said, brushing your hair away from your face. Jimin was wearing one of those soft cardigans that made him look like a literal fuzzball. You pressed your face against the soft fabric, breathing in his comforting scent as Taehyung rubbed at your back.

*

“So,” Namjoon said, looking down at you over the top of his glasses. “Jiminie was texting me—”

“Ah, really?” You frowned.

Namjoon sighed. “[F/N]-yah, really… you know you can come to me when stuff like this happens, right? Even if you don’t want to take any action… which is understandable, considering the way the system is built… I can still listen, you know?”

“I know,” you said. “And you are a good listener…” You reached up to pat his head. He leaned into your touch. “I just… I’m tired of it. I don’t want to spend anymore energy on that right now.”

“Okay.” He closed the textbook you had been looking over together. “Do you want to stay for dinner? Jungkookie is coming over, so Jin-hyung is making a lot of food.”

Your brow furrowed. “Who?”

Namjoon tilted his head. “I forgot you haven’t met Jungkook-ah yet! He’s a freshman, Jin-hyung’s family friend. You should stay for dinner. I’d like you two to meet each other.”

You blinked. “Huh? Why?”

Namjoon hummed. “No reason. Just stay for dinner.”

You shrugged. “Okay, oppa.”

*

Seokjin complained loudly about Namjoon inviting people to dinner without asking him, but he was grinning widely, so you thought he might be teasing. You weren’t sure though, so you told him you could go home if you were an inconvenience.

“Of course not!” Seokjin protested. “I made a lot of food, so you’re more than welcome. Anyway, I know how Namjoon-ah gets about people he considers pack, so you and Jungkookie should meet each other at some point…” He cackled as Namjoon blushed. “Cute…”

“Can I help with anything?” You offered.

“…Alright! You can set the table. Let me get the plates down for you.” He passed down four plates, and chopsticks and spoons. “I’ll dish out the rice—Kim Namjoon step away from that rice cooker—I am not letting you breaking it again!”

You were setting the plates out when the front door opened. The tall boy in the leather jacket put down his bag and unlaced his boots, socked feet thumping along the floor at top speed before he flopped facedown on the couch. You tilted your head, watching his long ears tilt as he rubbed his face against one of the couch cushions. Happy omega pheromones floated up, soothing your nerves that had been agitated by a stranger entering the apartment. You held your breath, trying not to send out your own pheromones in response.

“Hey, ah…”

The boy froze and then slowly straightened up, staring at you wide eyed. “S-s-sorry,” he said. You stared at his eyebrow piercing. He studied your pointed ears. “I didn’t know anyone else was in here—my nose has been a little stuffy lately so…”

Seokjin and Namjoon walked into the room holding four bowls of rice.

“Jungkook-ah…” Seokjin’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Have you washed up before scenting my couch?” Jungkook smiled sheepishly. Namjoon chuckled.

“I’ll do that now.” Jungkook stood up.

“And take off your coat!” Seokjin added. “It’s warm in here.”

*

Jungkook did take off his coat, revealing muscular arms, one of which was covered in tattoos. His fashion served as a nice contrast to his big eyes and sweet scent, reminding you of Jimin’s soft feminine style combined with his musky alpha scent.

If Jungkook noticed you staring or trying not to breath too deeply, he didn’t say anything. Namjoon smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at you, but also didn’t mention it.
 You and Jungkook were quiet at the table, mostly focusing on eating as Seokjin and Namjoon chatted about their work days. Eventually Namjoon tried to lure both of you into the conversation by mentioning that you both needed help in Economics.

“Oppa!” You pouted. “You can’t just—why would you tell him that!”

Seokjin laughed. “Very smooth, Namjoon-ah.”

“It’s okay,” Jungkook said quietly. “[F/N]-ssi… everyone has classes they struggle with.”

“I guess so.” You let out a huff, your ears flattening slightly.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Namjoon said apologetically. “I was only thinking I could teach both of you at the same time.” Jungkook’s brow furrowed.

“But isn’t [F/N]-ssi older than me?” He looked at you. “Won’t you be taking it at higher level than me?”

“You’ll both be doing Econ 101, since [F/N]-yah failed the first time and didn’t bother trying to take it again until now,” Namjoon explained. You flipped him off. Surprised laughter bubbled up from Jungkook. “Anyway, just think about it.”

*

After Jungkook did the dishes and you wiped down the table, Seokjin asked Jungkook if he was going to stay over to play any games.

Jungkook shook his head. “I have a test tomorrow, hyung. I should go home now.”

“I could walk you home,” you offered, avoiding Seokjin’s gaze as he raised an eyebrow at you.

Jungkook’s brow furrowed. “Why would you…?”

You dipped your head. “Ah, only if you’d be comfortable with—I didn’t mean to offend you!”

Namjoon cleared his throat. “Well, [F/N]-yah might not be the most traditional alpha, but she does still have certain instincts.”

“Eh?” Jungkook stared at you. “You—you’re really—!”

“Is your nose really that stuffed?” Namjoon wondered. “[F/N]-yah has got a pretty strong scent…”

Jungkook looked over you. “But you’re so small and soft looking!”

You squinted at him. Yes, you were shorter than him. Yes, you were wearing one of Jimin’s cardigans.

“You’re an omega with leather and piercings and tattoos,” you pointed out.

“That’s…” Jungkook rubbed his jaw. You focused in on his hand, on the purple heart tattoo. Something soft settled in your chest. “That’s true…” He frowned. “I also work out a lot—I don’t need an alpha to protect me.”

“I know I’m not the best in shape,” you acknowledged, your tail tucking between your legs. “So I’m not the most intimidating, especially to humans.”

“As a human, I can confirm you just aren’t that intimidating,” Seokjin spoke up. You sighed.

“As a hybrid, though,” Namjoon said. “Especially one without a stuffed nose…” He glanced at Jungkook, who giggled a little nervously. “[F/N]-yah’s scent is a little intimidating. Not to me, since I consider her pack, but… I mean…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I have asked her to scent me a couple of times when I know I’m going to be out late.”

“But you’re a beta!” Jungkook said. “And you’re tall and you’ve got huge arms and thighs like…” He trailed off, blushing furiously as Namjoon stared at him.

“I’m having a great time,” Seokjin announced, grinning. “The two of you should come over at the same time more often.”

*

You did not walk Jungkook home that night.

The next time you saw him was at a party Jimin had dragged you to.

It wasn’t your scene, and normally he wouldn’t push you, but he had just been given a big solo in the spring production, and he was excited to celebrate together.

At least, he had said he was excited to celebrate together.

About twenty minutes ago he’d been dragged away by a bunch of boys shouting something about shots.

So you were leaning against a wall, playing with the lid of your water bottle as you stared at your feet.

Taehyung was draped over you, complaining about the cheap wine he was sipping.

If anybody came over to flirt with either one of you, he raised an eyebrow and said, “Can’t you see we’re busy?” before cuddling you closer to him.

It worked with about half the people who approached.

“I don’t mind sharing,” one guy said, looking both of you over. Taehyung had dressed you in matching impossibly tight black jeans and silky cropped blouses.

The man’s eyes lingered on the bare skin at Taehyung’s waist. Tae’s jaw tensed. Your hand was small, even on his narrow waist. You placed your other hand on his neck, pulling him closer to you. You pressed your nose to his collarbone, glaring at the man over Taehyung’s shoulder until he walked away.

“Ugh,” Taehyung said. “I think you turned me on a little—gross.”

“Sorry.” You pressed a small kiss to his skin before pulling back and grimacing.

“I know you didn’t mean to,” he said, ruffling your hair and smiling slightly. “I’ll just stop in the bathroom for a second—hold this for me?” He handed you his cup.

*

You were considering ditching Jimin (since he had already ditched you) when you smelled a familiar scent. It cut through the stench of weed, sweat, beer, and other things you didn’t want to mention. The sweetness was tinged with sour.

Your ears swiveled as you looked around, finally spotting him backed into a corner on the other side of the room. There was a pretty girl halfway on top of him.

On a mostly human campus, you tended to overhear things—as humans often either forgot about or underestimated your hearing abilities.

You ended up overhearing a lot of whispers about yourself, even if you tried to ignore them. If you focused, your hearing was even better. Across the room crowded with conversations and music, you could hear her.

“Come on,” she said cloyingly. “Come back to my place and we can do the things bunnies do, hmm?” She giggled.

You could hear the boy’s heart thudding from here.

“I already said no,” he said quietly.  You moved swiftly across the room. “Please, just leave me alone.”

“Oh come on,” she said, pressing her hand to his chest. “I know what you are. I know you want—“ You grabbed her wrist, pulling her off of him and baring your teeth as you stepped between them. “What the fuck?” The girl ripped out of your grip, glaring at you as she rubbed her wrist. You eyed her rounded tan ears—lioness, maybe? “Who the fuck are you?” She snarled—her bitter scent puffing out. Your nose twitched. Alpha. “Listen bitch, I saw him first. Maybe you can have him afterwards.”

Jungkook grunted, stomping his foot.

“He said no,” you growled back. You could smell your pheromones pumping out to compete with hers. Her nostrils flared. “Leave now before I show you just how much of a bitch I can be.” The girl eyed your sharp teeth for a moment and then scrambled off. You waited until it was clear she wasn’t coming back and then turned to the kid, lowering your voice. “Hi, Jungkook-ssi.”

“[F/N]-ssi…” His nose twitched and his eyes widened. “Oh,” he said. “Oh, I can… I guess I can understand why Namjoon-hyung has asked you to scent him sometimes.”

You hummed. “Glad your nose has cleared up.”

“You, um…” He swallowed as his eyes moved quickly over you. “You look a little different.”

“I let my friends dress me too often.” You frowned. “I let them dress me up and they ditched me.” You sighed, pushing your hair out of your face. “Well, one of them is in the bathroom, so… can’t be helped. What about you—you here alone?” Jungkook nodded. You sighed again.

He frowned. “I’m fine alone. I mean… I wasn’t totally alone. I was… with that girl… we were dancing…” He looked at you sharply. “Just because we were dancing doesn’t mean I wanted to do anything else.” You nodded.

“It sucks that she didn’t get that.”

“…Yeah.” His shoulders were shaking a little. “I normally could’ve dealt with it better, but her scent was pretty strong. Not as strong as yours…” He took a deep breath, and some of the sourness faded from his scent.

“I’ll tone it down.” You slowed your breathing, trying to regulate your pheromones.

“It’s not bad. Just…” He bit his lip. “Strong, but… thanks. Her scent was strong too, but I still would’ve been fine. If she… if it got any worse, I am a black belt.” His chest puffed out a bit.

“Why am I not surprised?” You said. He smiled. “That’s more than I can do, but… how good are you at resisting an alpha voice?” His smile faded. Alphas with a strong scent often had powerful alpha voices as well. You had only used yours once, when Jimin’s cousin (who was an omega built like Jungkook) had come to visit, and taken an unfortunately strong liking to Taehyung. It had scared you how quickly the feline had backed off when you told her to, eyes glazed and body limp. You had resolved never to use your alpha voice again, but you knew there were plenty of alphas who didn’t think like that.

“…The trick is to disable her before she has a chance to use it,” Jungkook explained, dragging you out of bad memories. You frowned at him. “I could use a drink. Is that yours?” He pointed at the wine. You shook your head.

“My friend’s…” You glanced around and spotted Taehyung making his way towards you. “Speak of the devil.”

“[F/N]~” Taehyung whined, leaning on your shoulder again. “You really shouldn’t touch me like that, I get all weird~” Jungkook’s eyes widened. You elbowed Taehyung.

“You’re already weird,” you muttered. “Don’t blame it on me.” You indicated your head at Jungkook. “This is Jungkook-ssi, one of Namjoon-oppa’s friends. Jungkook-ssi, this is Taehyung, one of my idiot best friends.”

“Oh?” Taehyung laughed. “Sorry Jungkook-ssi, I thought you were another meathead hitting on my friend.”

“I-I wasn’t,” Jungkook sputtered, blushing slightly.

“Hmm. I guess not.” Taehyung smiled, reaching over and taking back his cup. He drained it and then made a face. “Ah, that’s bad. Not as bad as whatever it is Jiminie is drinking, I’m sure, but still bad.” Jungkook followed his gaze to where Jimin was now dancing on a table top, surrounded by a crowd of admirers.

“Should we get him down?” You wondered.

“In a minute,” Taehyung said, pulling out his phone and pointing it at the spectacle. Jungkook snorted. “We’ll get him down in a minute, and I’ll drag him home. What about you, [F/N]-yah? Gonna party some more with Jungkook-ssi?”

“I, ah, actually think I’m all partied out, for the night,” Jungkook said.

“Same.” Taehyung nodded, putting his phone away and moving towards the table shouting Jimin’s name.

“Taehyungie!” You heard Jimin shout back over the crowd. “Dance with me!”

“Can I walk you home?” You offered again. Jungkook frowned. “Well, I understand if you don’t want me to know where you live… um, what about if I walk you to Seokjin and Namjoon’s place? It’s close to here, neutral ground.” Jungkook nodded.

“I think… yeah. I think I’d like to see Seokjin-hyung. I’ll text him.”

*

You texted Jimin, getting a clearly drunken response from him, apologizing for ditching you and asking if you wanted him to join you. You thought it was better not to surround Jungkook with alphas right now, so you said no.

The two of you walked quietly. When you saw a group of people laughing and stumbling around on the sidewalk, you moved in front of Jungkook. Your pheromones were puffing out again, but it wouldn’t do any good this time—they were all human.

“Look at the height difference!” One of the men snorted. “Dude, are you really gonna let that shorty try and protect you like that?”

“Short, but not badly proportioned,” another man thought, looking you over, eyes lingering on your chest. Jungkook frowned, suddenly taking off his leather jacket and placing it over your shoulders. “Oh come on, rabbit-boy, no one dresses like that if they don’t want people looking at them!” The man reached out, trying to peel the jacket away from you. You tensed.

“Leave it!” Jungkook said. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, walking you swiftly away from the group of drunk men, ignoring their shouts. Once they were out of sight, he let go of you. “Sorry. I know you can handle yourself.”

“Not as well against humans,” you admitted quietly. “They don’t respond to pheromones, and I can’t really fight, so…” His scent tinged salty with worry, nearly overpowering the fragrant spring flowers lining the edge of the courtyard you were cutting across. “I can bite, but I’d prefer not too.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook’s nose wrinkled. “Save that kind of thing for when you find your mate.” He paused. “Um, if that’s something you want to find… at some point.”

You smiled. “Yeah, it is. It’s nice of you not assume though.”

Jungkook nodded.

*

Namjoon and Seokjin were both up when you arrived. They insisted that both of you stay over. You glanced at Jungkook, asking if he was comfortable with that, but he said it was fine.

After texting Jimin and Taehyung again, you struggled to fall asleep on the couch. Jungkook must not have been over recently, because the fabric only smelled of Namjoon and Seokjin. You tried not to think about if it would be easier or harder to sleep, with his scent.

You heard a noise later in the night, and expected to find Namjoon stumbling around in the dark. Instead, the light switched on and you saw Jungkook holding a cup of water.

“Sorry for waking you,” he said quietly. You shrugged, rubbing your eyes and yawning. He smiled slightly. “Cute…”

“Huh?”

“N-nothing. Are you thirsty?”

“Hmm. A little.”

He got another cup of water and came over to you. You moved so he could sit next to you.

He frowned as he looked you over, his nose twitching.

“What are you wearing, [F/N]-ssi?”

“It’s a t-shirt. It only looks like a dress because Namjoon is stupidly large,” you said, pulling at it and trying to get a better look. “Oppa’s favorite rapper I think? I don’t know.”

“Nas,” Jungkook told you. “But why do you have to wear hyung’s shirt?” Your brow furrowed.

“Did you really expect me to sleep in that shirt from earlier?”

“…I guess not.” Jungkook let out a breath.

“So?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What’s the problem?”

“You… your scents are…”

You blinked. “You don’t like Namjoon-oppa’s scent mixing with mine?”

“That’s… that’s not it… exactly,” Jungkook muttered. “It’s not… it’s not like I mind his scent, I just… you…”

You tilted your head. “I’m sorry, Jungkook-ssi, I don’t understand what you’re getting at.”

“I want you to smell like me too!” He said finally, his face flushing.

“Oh.” Your eyes widened. “Oh!” You blushed too. “I’m… I’m flattered and, I wouldn’t mind, actually—“

“What? Really?”

“—But, you aren’t drunk, are you?”

He shook his head wildly. “I don’t typically drink, unless I’m with someone I know.”

You nodded. “Smart.”

“You?”

“I was keeping an eye out for my friends, so, no.”

“And um, you really wouldn’t mind…?”

“Letting you scent me?” You asked. He nodded. You smiled. “You smell really good, so I wouldn’t mind…” You froze. “Sorry! That’s totally inappropriate, I shouldn’t have said that!”

Jungkook giggled. “[F/N]-ssi. I’m the one who asked you to scent me out of nowhere… I don’t think that’s an inappropriate response. Actually… it makes me happy to hear you like my scent.” He smiled and you nearly melted into the couch.

Instead you opened your arms and he hesitated for just a moment before inching closer to you. His face pressed softly into the crook of your neck. You could feel his breath against your skin as he gently rubbed against you. You held back a bark of approval as Seokjin’s faint human scent was covered with your own. You tried to keep your breathing steady, tried not to get dizzy from the way his sweet scent surrounded you.

*

It was the best night of sleep you’d had in a long time. Of course, Namjoon’s smirking face the next morning ruined it.

“So…” He said, sipping his coffee. “You and Kookie—” Before he could finish speaking, Seokjin wandered in, squinted at Namjoon’s mug for a moment, and then took it from him, chugging it. “Hyung! What—you don’t even like coffee that much!”

“I have an early meeting with my manager today, so I need the extra energy to deal with him,” Seokjin explained.

You frowned. “I’m sorry if we interrupted your sleep last night, Seokjin-ssi.”

Seokjin waved his hand. “Jungkookie’s safety is more important than my sleep—but don’t tell him I said that! That brat was kicking me in his sleep again! He’s been doing this ever since he was a kid, you know? Insists on crawling into my bed and then he kicks me! Is that the thanks I get for raising him all these years?”

“No,” Jungkook said as he walked in. “You got it wrong, hyung, I’m the one who raised you. Since I was fifteen I’ve raised you.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” Seokjin argued loudly.

“Anybody want any coffee?” Namjoon asked. “I guess I’m making more…”

“I’ll have some,” you said.

“Me too,” Jungkook said, leaning against Seokjin and pinching at his arm. Seokjin karate-chopped at his neck, but Jungkook dodged, laughing.

“I have to leave soon,” Seokjin said, slapping at Jungkook’s arms. “I have to take a shower and get dressed… wish I had time to make a nice breakfast—maybe I have time for cereal?” His nose wrinkled as Jungkook grabbed his wrists. “Boring, though.”

“I can make you a quick egg on toast or something, if you want,” you offered.

“Ohh, that sounds good,” Seokjin said. “It’d be nice to have someone else do the cooking for a change.”

“I cook,” Jungkook grumbled.

“Mostly ramen,” Seokjin said. “Which, is good, but some variety would be—“

“I could—“ Namjoon started, but Seokjin pressed his finger to Namjoon’s lips.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Namjoon pouted against his finger.

*

You brought Seokjin’s food out first. He had showered and changed and quickly gobbled it down while pulling his shoes on and shooting you a thumbs up.

“Okay, oppa, Jungkook-ssi, what do you two want to eat?” You asked them as Namjoon handed out coffee.

“I can eat whatever,” Jungkook said. “Do you need any help, [F/N]-ssi?”

“I’m sure I’m fine,” you said. “But thank you for offering, Jungkook-ssi.”

“Hey,” Namjoon said, studying the two of you. “How come you’re talking so formally to each other if you’ve already scented each other?”

Jungkook’s ears stood up.

“You can call me noona if you like,” you offered. Jungkook blushed slightly.

“I, ah….”

You shrugged. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

*

“[F/N]-ssi!” He waved when he saw you in front of the Econ classroom.  You smiled and waved back. You didn’t mind being addressed like that if he said your name so cheerfully. “I haven’t seen you in this class before!”

“I only just transferred, since my advisor didn’t tell me it was a graduation requirement until recently,” you explained.

Jungkook frowned. “That sucks.”

You shrugged. “At least I caught it before it was too late. And now we get to have a class together!”

Jungkook smiled shyly. “Yeah… do you, um, want to sit next to me?”

*

You were sitting on the grass reading when you heard a smattering of giggles and whispers. You looked up and saw two familiar figures jogging down the path.

“I bet I can reach that tree first!” Jungkook told Hoseok. Hoseok huffed.

“Speed isn’t everything Jungkook-ah, sometimes—“

“Sounds like something a slow person would say,” Jungkook teased, and took off in a sprint.

You clamped down the instincts (both canine and alpha) that made you want to jump up and run after him. Hoseok did run after him, laughing breathlessly. You winced as he tripped, but Jungkook reached out to steady him.

You jogged over. The wind changed as you did, brushing against the back of your neck. Jungkook turned, staring straight at you.

You waved. “Hoseok-oppa, are you okay?”

“Ah, you saw that?” Hoseok rubbed the back of his neck.

“Hmm. Well, it was hard not to notice when everyone was talking about you.”

Hoseok blinked. “…Well, with legs like these, who could blame them?” He pointed and flexed his toe. Jungkook snorted. It was true, many of the students had been talking about Hoseok, but just as many had been talking about Jungkook. Several of the hybrid students had similar reactions to yours.

“You should be careful, Jungkook-ah,” you said. “When predator hybrids see a prey hybrid running, and an omega nonetheless—“

“Are you saying I shouldn’t go for a run just because some predators and alphas can’t control their instincts?” He asked, frowning strongly.

You shook your head. “No, you’re right. It’s not your fault if other people can’t control themselves. I’m sorry.”

He sighed. “It’s fine. You don’t have to apologize. You control yourself perfectly well.”

You shrugged. “Yeah, well, even I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you either.”

He grinned. “I don’t mind you watching.” He went to pull of his shirt, but got his head stuck inside. You and Hoseok laughed. Hoseok reached up, helping him tug the rest of it off. Jungkook flushed all the way down his chest.

“Anyway, I was the one who suggested jogging,” Hoseok admitted. “I’m sorry I didn’t think about the whole predator-prey thing.”

Jungkook shrugged. “You’re not a hybrid.”

“Yeah, but you are, so I should be more aware of stuff that affects you like that,” Hoseok figured. “Sorry, Kookie.”

Jungkook shrugged again.

“It was a good suggestion. I do feel a little less frustrated.”

“Jungkook-ah has been complaining a lot because he hasn’t been able to go to the gym as much as he would like to recently,” Hoseok answered your questioning look.

“The campus gym has some good equipment, but there’ve been some rude alphas there recently… more trouble than it’s worth,” Jungkook admitted. Hoseok frowned.

“What if I went and worked out with you?” You offered. “It might get them to back off a bit.”

“…I’ll think about it,” Jungkook said.

*

“How’s that?” Seokjin asked. You angled your phone, trying to get a good view of yourself through the camera.

“It looks cute.”

Seokjin grinned. “I think so too. I did a good job. Let me start the second one now—“ He blinked as your phone buzzed. “Is that JK?”

You clicked on the notification.

“Yeah… he’s asking if it’s okay if we meet early, cause his class let out early—you’re almost done, right?”

“Sure.” Seokjin got to work on the second braid. “You guys have been hanging out a lot lately.” You nodded. Seokjin tutted. “Don’t move, it’ll turn out crooked.”

“Sorry. Yeah. I like hanging out with him.”

“Good. Kook-ah is shy so it can be hard for him to make friends.” Seokjin’s hands stilled. “Or are you looking for something else from him? I always forget some people want romantic relationships—do you?”

“I do want a romantic relationship at some point,” you confirmed. “But with Jungkook-ah specifically…” You tilted your head. Seokjin tutted again. “I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it.” It wasn’t a complete lie. You had been trying hard not to think about it.

“Okay,” Seokjin said. “But if you do start something, you have to treat him well, or else we can’t be friends anymore.”

“Well, I can’t have that.”

*

You were sitting in the entryway lacing up your new boots when the door slammed open, nearly slapping you in the face.

You growled slightly. “Jungkook-ah, you could’ve hurt me.”

“Sorry.” He shivered.

“…Sorry for growling.”

He shrugged. “You don’t scare me,” he said. You smiled slightly. His nose twitched. He looked around. “Why does your apartment smell like Jin-hyung?”

“We were hanging out.”

“Eh? You guys hang out without me?”

“Sometimes. He would’ve stuck around to say hi to you, but Namjoon-oppa forgot his lunch, so Seokjin-oppa is going to run it over to him.”

Jungkook smiled. “Their friendship is cute. I was a little worried…�� He shook his head. “Anyway, we should get going before the gym gets crowded.”

“One sec, these shoes take a minute. What were you worried about?”

“Ah, I was a little worried, cause when I visited Jin-hyung last year, he and Yoongi-hyung got along so well. So I was worried when I heard Yoongi-hyung was moving out, cause Jin-hyung needs someone to laugh at his jokes and help him focus on…”

“Focus on…?” You finished lacing up your boots. You looked up. He was staring. “What? Do I have something on my face?” You glanced in the mirror, but saw nothing amiss.

Jungkook’s head tilted. “No, it’s just… your outfit?”

“Oh. You don’t like it?” You looked down at the Mario t-shirt and pink overall dress. “I thought it was cute…”

“No, ah, it’s cute, but… you look like Seokjin-hyung dressed you.”

“Oh.” You nodded. “That’s cause he did.”

“…What?”

“Yeah. He bought me a few things as a late birthday present—”

“What?” Jungkook said again. “It was your birthday and no one told me?” You sniffed at the mixture of confusion, disappointment, and… was that a hint of anger? coming off of him.

“It was months ago, before I’d met either of you,” you told him. “Hence the late, I guess.”

“I guess.” Jungkook’s brow furrowed, but his scent lightened. “Hyung is weird.”

“Oh, definitely,” you agreed. “I really like him.”

Jungkook smiled. “Yeah, me too.”

“Should we head off then?” You asked. He nodded, so you locked the door behind you and you started your walk to the gym. “You’re still staring.”

“I was just wondering… did he choose your hairstyle as well?” Jungkook tugged at one of your braids.

“Uh-huh. Who knew Kim Seokjin was so good at braids?”

Jungkook hummed. His hand trailed over to the top of your head, gently pinching your ear between his thumb and forefinger.

“Soft…” He rubbed some more.

“Quit it.” You swatted him off. “Those are sensitive.”

“Sorry.” There was still something a bit off about his scent.

“Are you that sad I’m not letting you touch my ears? Or do you not like braids?”

He shook his head. “No, it’s fine. My ears are sensitive too, and braids are… cute. It’s just… you really meant it when you said let your friends dress—I mean, choose your outfits for you frequently.”

“Yeah. It amuses them, and I don’t really care about clothes, so…” You shrugged. “Win-win.”

“It’s just… not very alpha-like of you,” he mused.

“According to who?” You wondered. Jungkook shrugged. “Society?” He nodded. “Well, why should I let society tell me how to be an alpha?”

He laughed. “Okay, okay. I get it, you’re the most alpha-like of them all!”

You swallowed the pleased bark that wanted to rise up your throat.

*

You split off at the locker rooms and reunited in the main room. Jungkook had already claimed a mat and was stretching out when he stopped and looked up.

“What took you so…?” He trailed off his eyes widening.

“The leggings and the boots took forever to get off,” you complained. “I mean, I could wear the dress without the leggings, but I don’t think I’m totally comfortable with—you really are staring a lot today, Jungkook-ssi.”

He flushed. “It’s… how are you already so defined?” He reached out, as if to touch your bare arm, and then drew back. “It’s only been a month!”

You tried not to breath deep at his sweetening scent.

“Alpha perk,” you told him. “I gain muscle mass pretty easily.”

“It’s no fair,” he whined. “It takes me forever! And the moment I stop—poof!” He waved his hands. “Gone.”

“You’re cute,” you thought aloud. He scowled at you, but his scent was still sweet. “You’d be cute with or without muscle…but that does sound frustrating to deal with. Do you want me to stop working out with you?”

He shook his head. “It’ll keep me motivated, trying to stay ahead of you… anyway, I like spending the time with you.”

You smiled. “I like spending time with you too.”

*

Jungkook was helping you stretch out when a group of men entered. With a twitch of your nose, you registered them as human, and ignored them… you continued to ignore them as they started talking about your boobs.

Jungkook’s gripped your waist, his scent souring. He got up, and for a moment you were worried he was going to confront the men, but he headed off towards the locker rooms instead. You were wondering if you should follow him when he came back, holding a neatly bundled wad of black fabric out to you. You unfolded it, recognizing it as the t-shirt he was wearing earlier.

“Um… nice shirt? What do you want me to do with it?”

“Wear it. Please.”

“I’ll be too hot if I wear this to work out in,” you thought. “And it’ll get all sweaty.”

“I don’t care,” Jungkook grunted. “Just wear it.” You frowned. His eyes widened. His lower lip stuck out. “Please, noona?”

“Brat.” You pulled it over your head nevertheless. You probably could’ve fit your head through the armholes. Clearly, you still weren’t anywhere close to Jungkook’s muscle level, alpha physiology or not. “You just want me to smell like you.” He let out a small laugh, but his scent was still sour. One of his ears was swiveled towards the men, who were now voicing their disappointment at your change in attire. You patted him on the arm. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” he said. He took your hand in his, playing with the ring on your middle finger. “They shouldn’t talk about you like that. I should tell them to fuck off.”

“You’d get us both expelled,” you reminded him. “Maybe ten years from now people like us will be able to report people like them, and it’ll actually go somewhere. But, for now… for now, I don’t have the energy to deal with this. I just want to graduate.”

He sighed. “I understand. I just wish I could do something to help you.”

You smiled, bringing the collar of his shirt to your nose and sniffing it. “You already have.”

*

You clutched your bag of takeout in one hand, and your phone against your ear in your other as you walked around a suspicious puddle. Your nostrils flared. You gagged.

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung’s concerned voice came over the phone.

“Bad smell,” you told him shortly. Unfortunately, the neighborhood you lived in was filled with college bars.

“Hmm. Speaking of bad smells. I’ve been looking at that pizza again—”

“Kim Taehyung, if you choose to eat that slice of pizza that’s been sitting in the back of the fridge since the start of this semester, I will not be nursing you back to health,” you warned him.

Taehyung scoffed. “Bitch please, we all know you would.”

You switched tactics. “Tae Tae, do you really want a tummy ache?”

“…No,” Taehyung admitted. “But, I am really hungry. How much longer?”

“Aren’t you tracking my location?” You wondered. “I should be…” You paused, catching a familiar scent and looking around. You spotted him and waved. “Oppa!”

“Eh? Who?”

“I’ll call you back, Taehyung-ah.”

“Wait—”

You hung up as Hoseok walked over, waving and smiling.

“What are you doing in this neck of the woods, [F/N]-yah?”

“Unfortunately, I live in this neighborhood,” you told him, sighing. Hoseok blinked.

“Is it that bad?”

“It smells bad, and it’s loud all the time,” you explained. Hoseok made a noise of understanding. “Where are you and Yoongi-ssi living now?”

“Not too far from here. Yoongi-hyung would miss Seokjin-hyung’s cooking too much, not that he’d ever admit it!” Hoseok laughed. “But anyway, we’re back here all the time. The studio I work at is nearby, and we may not be students anymore, but we sure do have the budget of one! So, cheap booze it is. I’m picking hyung up at a bar. Apparently, he got more wasted than expected.”

“Also student-like,” you thought. Hoseok nodded.

“Jungkook-ah brings it out in him I think,” he said. Your ears perked up. You looked around, sniffing. Hoseok studied you for a moment and then smirked. “Do you want to say hi?”

“Oh, ah…” You glanced down at the bag of food in your hand, and then thought about Taehyung and the pizza. “I shouldn’t…”

“Just for a minute,” Hoseok suggested, slinging his arm around your shoulders. “It would make Jungkook-ah’s night, I’m sure.”

“I don’t know…”

Hoseok was already pulling you along with him.

*

When he spotted his boyfriend, Hoseok let go of you and picked up speed.

“Seok-ah, you’re late!” Yoongi complained, one hand on his hip, and one resting on Jungkook’s back.

“Hobi-hyung!” Jungkook pounced on him. “Norebang!”

“You did? When?” Hoseok wondered, patting his back and looking at Yoongi.

“Nah ah, we’re going now,” Jungkook corrected him, rubbing his face against Hoseok’s neck. “Hyung said he’d do a duet with me!”

“No, we’re not. I lied,” Yoongi said. Jungkook gasped. “I told him that to get him out of the bar, because somebody—” He glared at Hoseok. “—was taking too long!” Hoseok pinched Jungkook’s side, getting him to let go. Jungkook’s nose twitched, he looked around. “You told me to text you if I was too drunk to drive, and I did, and then you took way too long to get here—”

“Sorry, so sorry.” Hoseok pressed kisses over Yoongi’s face until the older man started giggling. “Ran into an old friend.” He gestured at you.

“Hmm?” Yoongi squinted in your direction.

“Hi, Yoongi-ssi,” you said. Jungkook’s ears sprung up. “Long time no—”

“Noona!” Jungkook ran over and started nuzzling against you. You stiffened. “Eh? Why are you so tense? You need to relax~” He pressed his lips to your neck. You shivered. “Hmm?” You felt his teeth scrape your skin ever so slightly and then Jungkook was yanked off of you.

“No.” Yoongi clung onto him. “You can’t just start mauling her neck like that—Hoseok-ah!” He glared at his boyfriend again. “This is your fault!”

Hoseok blinked. “What? Why? What did I do?”

“You’re a bad influence! This is exactly the kind of thing you do when you get drunk!” Yoongi said, gesturing as Jungkook started nuzzling against him now.

“Nuzzling and biting?” You wondered. Yoongi nodded. You squinted at Hoseok. “Are you sure you’re not a hybrid?”

“No… I do… frequently get mistaken as one,” Hoseok admitted.

“Hmm.” You laughed. “So does Tae, come to think of it. He gets so snugly, especially when he’s sleepy!”

“Who’s Tae?” Jungkook asked, pouting. “Why is he snuggling with you?”

“One of my best friends—you met him, briefly, remember?”

Jungkook blinked. “Oh yeah.” He frowned. “Noona, you don’t smell like me—how will people know?”

“How will people know what?” Hoseok wondered, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“They won’t know!” Jungkook moved towards you, pulling Yoongi with him. “Can we scent? Please?”

“Not right now, Jungkook-ah,” you said.

He frowned. “Why not? We did before… do you… you don’t like me anymore?” His wide eyes started to go teary.

“Oh my God,” Yoongi said quietly. “He is exactly like Seokseok-ah when he’s drunk, he eats lamb skewers like a demon… is he our son?”

Hoseok snorted. “When did I say I’d raise a child with you?”

“Ah, you wouldn’t?” Yoongi pouted. “Not even one as cute as Jungkookie?” He squished Jungkook’s cheeks.

“Hmm, I’ll consider it, I guess,” Hoseok decided.

“Noona!” Jungkook said, through still squished cheeks. “Do you like me?”

“Of course I like you,” you assured Jungkook. “But you’re drunk right now. I can’t get proper consent for scenting.”

“Oh.” Jungkook nodded slightly. “When I’m sober, then?”

You nodded. “Ask me again when you’re sober.”

“Okay!” Jungkook bounced on the balls of his feet, hugging Yoongi a little tighter. Yoongi grunted. “Okay, I need to sober up, then!” Jungkook looked at Hoseok. “Hyung, is there water?”

“I’ll get you water,” Hoseok said, patting him on the head.

“There’s a convenience store down the block,” you told him.

“Be right back.” Hoseok kissed Yoongi on the lips this time. His nose wrinkled. “Ugh. You taste like whisky.”

“I taste delicious then!” Yoongi called after Hoseok, who laughed as he jogged down the block. “…Realistically speaking, maybe we should adopt a dog together first. I like poodles.”

“I have a cousin who’s part poodle,” you thought aloud. Yoongi blinked at you, and then pointed at your ears.

“You’re not, though.”

“Nope. I’m all Jindo,” you told him. Hoseok came back with two bottles of water, and gave each of them one.

“Time to go home!” Hoseok said. “Jungkookie, you can sleep over at our place tonight.” Jungkook grumbled, reaching out and grabbing your hand.

“Come on,” you urged. “Let Hoseok-oppa take care of you.”

Jungkook huffed. “But, I want you to take care of me.”

After helping Jungkook into Yoongi’s car and convincing him to let go of your hand, you realized you had three missed calls from Jimin.

You quickly called him back.

“He ate the damn pizza!” Jimin shouted in your ear. “How come we never threw that thing away, huh?”

*

You did end up nursing Tae back to health, and you and Jimin took him to the new musical instruments exhibit he had been wanting to go to.

Taehyung was laughing at Jimin’s impression of playing a saxophone when you caught a familiar scent. You looked up and spotted Jungkook standing by one of the display cases. You moved over to him quickly.

“Jungkook-ah!”

Jungkook turned to you, smiling. “[F/N]-noona.” His eyes trailed behind you. “And… Taehyung-ssi?” Taehyung wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“Oh?” Taehyung smiled. “You’re that kid from the party that [F/N]’s been hanging out with.” Jungkook nodded. “I’m surprised you remember me.” Jungkook shrugged, watching Jimin wrap his arm around your waist.

“I don’t know who you are.”

“Park Jimin.” Jimin hooked his chin over your shoulder. “[F/N]’s best friend.”

Jungkook’s brow furrowed slightly, his scent muddying. “I thought that was Taehyung-ssi.”

“Oh, the three of us are a packaged deal,” Jimin said, grinning toothily.

“…What kind of package?” Jungkook asked. “Are you… are the three of you… lovers? Dating?”

Jimin giggled. Taehyung gagged. “Ugh. No. I’m sorry. Really, I love you guys so much, but just… ugh, no.” He looked at Jungkook. “I’m aromantic asexual and also way too hot for them.” You snorted.

Jimin grabbed his collar. “You punk.”

Jungkook, however, was looking at Taehyung a little starry-eyed.

“Wow, for you to come out so casually and confidently like that, that’s really cool, Taehyung-ssi.”

Taehyung flushed slightly, his ‘ah-yes, someone is complimenting me, please do it more’ smile slipping onto his lips.

“Please, call me hyung.”

Jungkook hung out with you for the rest of your museum visit, making thoughtful comments about a painting by your favorite artist, easily playing along when Taehyung knelt in front of a sculpture and pretended it was his fallen lover, and taking silly selfies with Jimin when he got bored.  

You were all reluctant to leave, but the museum was closing soon.

Jungkook tugged on your hand. “Could we, um, maybe… scent?”

You blinked. “I would invite you over, but you said you had a class to get to. Later?”

He frowned. “I want to now.”

Your eyes widened.

Jimin let out a low whistle. “In public? How bold.”

Jungkook swallowed.

“Jiminie, you were literally hanging all over her a second ago,” Taehyung reminded him. Jimin waved his hand.

“Just a little?” Jungkook asked you. “Please, noona?” He tugged on your sleeve. His eyes widened. His bottom lip stuck out.

“What a brat,” Jimin said, sounding impressed.

“Okay,” you said, gently pressing your wrist against Jungkook’s. Skin brushed against skin. Your scents rose up and mingled. Jimin looked left and right, stepping in front of you slightly to shield you from any wandering eyes. “Okay.”

“And she’s a pushover at times, but we love her anyway,” Taehyung said fondly. Jungkook hummed and nodded, looking you straight in the eye.

*

In Econ 101, Jungkook presented you with a cup of coffee.

“Did I get your order right?”

You took a sip and nodded, smiling. “I didn’t get anything for you, though.”

“Just your company is enough,” Jungkook said, flushing slightly when you raised an eyebrow.

“Cheesy.”

“You’re friends with Seokjin-hyung, don’t pretend you don’t love it.”

“I like it,” you admitted. “I like you.” Jungkook flushed deeper.

“I, ah…” He trailed off, distracted by a conversation that had started several rows behind you.

“Did you see that? The rabbit gave the dog a coffee.”

“Cute!”

“I guess… I’m a little disappointed. I thought I might have a chance with Jungkook-ssi.”

Someone scoffed. “You? You dress like a grandma.”

“It’s vintage. And so what? What does the way I dress have to do with anything?”

“Well, Jungkook-ssi is a rabbit, right, so he’s bound to go for someone sexy over a grandma.”

“[F/N]-ssi’s style is all over the place.”

“Sure, but, have you seen her body? You’ve got to be a slut with a body like that.”

Jungkook clutched the edge of his desk, his knuckles whitening. You placed you hand over his, smoothing your thumb over his purple heart tattoo.  

The girls in the back row giggled to each other.

“A dog and a rabbit? They’ve got to be fucking all the time, right?”

You let out a breath of relief when the professor finally arrived and the classroom quieted.

*

At the end of class, Jungkook packed his bag in a rush and then ran out of the room. You ran after him. You reined in your instincts to tackle on him, slowing to a jog as he turned the corner, moving into the field of wildflowers behind the bio building.

Jungkook kicked and punching at a stump, growling and grumbling. The overgrown purple flowers tickled your ankles as you rushed towards him.

“Stop that.” You grabbed his wrists. “You’ll hurt yourself.” He frowned.

“It’s them I want to hurt.”

You sighed. “I know. But, don’t. I need to pass this class to graduate, and if you fight them, I’ll totally jump into help, so, we’ll both get expelled.”

“You can’t fight,” Jungkook said, brow furrowing.

“Yeah. I would anyway.”

Jungkook laughed a little and then flopped over on the ground. You lay down next to him. The sky was so blue. You pointed out shapes in the clouds--a horse, a pirate ship, a rabbit.

“I’ll teach you,” he said, after his breathing had slowed. “I’ll teach you how to throw a punch—or better yet, how to defend against one.”

*

You meet up that weekend, back in the field behind the bio building. Jungkook corrected your posture a couple of times, and then smiled when you mirrored his action more properly. “Good. Now do it again.”

The sun was sinking by the time you finished. The early autumn air cooled the sweat on your skin. “Thanks,” you said, when he handed you his water bottle. You took a gulp. He snorted when water dribbled out of the side of your mouth, tugging his sleeve down to wipe at it. “Thanks for teaching me that.”

“I mean, you won’t be able to tell how effective it is until you actually get into a fight…” He frowned. “I hope you never have to use it.”

You shrugged. “The idiots at this school seem to use words more than their fists.”

“…Words can hurt too,” Jungkook thought. “I’m… I’m tired of people assuming that, just cause I’m a rabbit I’m…” He sighed.

“Yeah. I understand.”

He met your eyes, tilting his head slightly. “You do, don’t you?” He bit his lip. “But, even if we liked sex, even if we were having it all the time, it still wouldn’t be okay for them to talk about us like that.”

“It’s frustrating, but I can handle the rumors. I always have.”

“They’ve gotten worse, though, since people have seen us together,” he thought.

“Yes. But… it’s worth it, because hanging out with you makes me happy.”

“Me too.” His scent sweetened, bright and alive amongst the smell of dying leaves. He smelled hopeful. “Then… if you don’t mind the rumors… would you, um, want to go out sometime?”

You grinned. “We are… currently outside together.”

He laughed, his ears tilting in a relaxed manner. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. I want to.”

He hummed. “Well, maybe I don’t want to now.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“No, not really.” He grabbed his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “You brat.”

“I’m older than you,” you said, kissing his little purple heart. He beamed.

“Noona, the brattiest noona there is.”

#bts #bts x reader #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #a b o dynamics #omegaverse #hybrid au #college au #asexual characters #my fics #completed #oneshot

[bokutoslittlebird]

🐾Omegaverse Masterlist🐾

This will include all of my Omegaverse works, including the dark content. The key will be the same as usual, and I’ll make sure to add the dark content tags to be wary of but please double check the warnings on the post before reading. Italicised is a full-fledged fic.

— key : ♥️:smut | 💭:drabble |✖️:dark content

— meanings : “A”:Alpha | “B”:Beta | “O”:Omega

Omegaverse Dynamics [good to know for context]

Context — incest

General

Daichi

Ignited Fire♥️

Captains Courting Omega

Alpha harms their Omega

Omega in Distress

Spicy headcanons♥️

Knot headcanons♥️

Sugawara

Ignited Fire♥️

His Omega headcanons♥️

Tsukishima

Alpha!Tsukishima + breeding♥️💭

Asahi

Aces with Alpha-like Omega

Nishinoya

Scenting Omega headcanons

Oikawa

Captains Courting Omega

Alpha harms their Omega

I’m Sorry

Lashing out Headcanons

A!MatsuIwaOi x O!Hanamaki + ruts♥️💭

IwaOiMatsuHana ABO headcanons

Matsukawa

Pink Skirt♥️

A!MatsuIwaOi x O!Hanamaki + ruts♥️💭

IwaOiMatsuHana ABO headcanons

Hanamaki

Pink Skirt♥️

A!MatsuIwaOi x O!Hanamaki + ruts♥️💭

IwaOiMatsuHana ABO headcanons

Iwaizumi

Alpha!Iwaizumi x Beta!f!reader♥️💭

A!MatsuIwaOi x O!Hanamaki + ruts♥️💭

IwaOiMatsuHana ABO headcanons

Aces with Alpha-like Omega

Kindaichi

A!Kunimi x O!f!reader x O!Kindaichi♥️💭

Kunimi

A!Kunimi x O!f!reader x O!Kindaichi♥️💭

Kuroo

Spicy headcanons♥️

Captains Courting Omega

Alpha harms their Omega

Omega in Distress

Scenting their Omega

Kuroo in his rut♥️

Nekoma’s Omega Manager

A!Kuroo x B!f!reader

Poly KuroKen headcanons

Knot headcanons♥️

Yaku

A!LevYaku Poly headcanons♥️

Kenma

B!Kenma x A!reader, 💭♥️

Scenting their Omega

Poly KuroKen headcanons

Lev

A!LevYaku Poly headcanons♥️

Bokuto

Captains Courting their Omega

Alpha harms their Omega

Protective Alphas (+Akaashi)💭

A!Bokuto x O!f!reader💭♥️

The Perfect Family♥️✖️ [tw.noncon/rape, attempted drowning, forced pregnancy]

Peter, Paul, and Mary♥️✖️ [tw.dubcon/coercion]

Knot headcanons♥️

Aces with Alpha-like Omega

Akaashi

Protective Alphas (+Bokuto)💭

A!Akaashi x O!f!reader♥️

O!Akaashi x A!reader♥️, +heat cycle♥️

The Perfect Family♥️✖️ [tw.noncon/rape, attempted drowning, forced pregnancy]

Peter, Paul, and Mary♥️✖️ [tw.dubcon/coercion]

Soulmates♥️✖️ [tw.noncon/rape, dubcon/coercion]

Ushijima

Captains Courting their Omega

Spicy headcanons♥️

Alpha harms their Omega

Omega in Distress

A!Ushijima + size kink♥️

Regrets♥️, Sorrow

I’m sorry (alternate ending to Regrets)

Poly Shiratorizawa headcanons

Aces with Alpha-like Omega

Semi

Poly Shiratorizawa headcanons

Tendō

Poly Shiratorizawa headcanons

Kita

Captains Courting their Omega

Alpha harms their Omega

Atsumu

Comforting anxious omega

Scenting Omega, Omega scenting him

A!Atsumu x O!reader💭

Awakened♥️✖️ [tw.noncon/rape, dubcon/coercion]

Suna

Scenting Omega, Omega scenting him

Poly OsaSuna headcanons

A!Suna drabble💭♥️

Osamu

Comforting anxious omega

Scenting Omega, Omega scenting him

Awakened♥️✖️ [tw.noncon/rape, dubcon/coercion]

Poly OsaSuna headcanons

Lashing out Headcanons

Aran

Aces with Alpha-like Omega

Sakusa

Comforting anxious omega

A!Sakusa + size and breeding kink

A!Sakusa + Omega s/o nesting

Aces with Alpha-like Omega

Komori

A!Komori General headcanons

Hirugami

Comforting anxious omega

A!Hirugami General headcanons

#haikyuu x reader #omegaverse masterlist #haikyuu omegaverse #BB.🐾

[gaycrackheadraccoon]

Rules for requesting

Fandoms I write for

Mostly Hetalia ( 2p and nyo)

Haikyuu

Hamilton

Tf2

Disney ( some villains are done so fricken well and I love them)

Metal family

(There random I know)

What I will do:

fluff and angst

gore within reason

mxm reader, fxf reader, f/m x gn reader, and polyamorous ships as well ( It can and will be gay)

darker themes (suicide and depression, however within reason and taken seriously, you can talk to me if you need to)

yandere within reason

regular ships or preexisting ships with reader added (ex. Sweden x reader x Finland)

platonic and romantic relationships

character x child/teen reader platonic

What I won't do:

anything on the citrus scale or smut ( I'm ace and also have no idea how it works)

descriptive kissing scenes

pedophilia or big age gaps ( that's fucken gross)

omega verse shit

incest

anything furry related

I'm slow and often lose motivation but I will try my best to get things out faster ( the more descriptive the request the faster)

drink some water, sleep and don't get kidnapped :)

#hetalia x reader #tf2 x reader #disney x reader #haikyuu x reader #resident evil x reader #requests open #nyo hetalia #2p hetalia #lgbtq #fem x fem #male x male #gn reader #x reader #yandere #hamilton x reader #male reader #fem reader #gender neutral reader

[trashytoastboi]

🍩Charlotte Katakuri Masterlist🍩

🍩 Headcanons: Zoro, Sir Crocodile, Katakuri x S/O – Reacting to them crying in front of them for the first time

🍩 Headcanons: Shanks, Ace, Katakuri x Royal! Reader – Working as their bodyguard

🍩 Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Katakuri reacting to a messy kitchen when S/O tried to cook for them

🍩 Fluff Alphabet: Law, Katakuri – O, L, V

🍩 SFW & NSFW Headcanons: Law, Katakuri x S/O

🍩 Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Marco, Katakuri x S/O who is afraid of physical intimacy due to past trauma

🍩 Headcanons – Stripper AU! Doflamingo, Shanks, Katakuri with F! Reader

🍩 Headcanons: Law, Ace, Katakuri, Robin, Zoro – Reacting to their crush that is super wary about sleeping around other people but is fine with them

🍩 Headcanons: X-Drake, Smoker, Doflamingo, Katakuri reacting to discovering their S/O is a sea dragon

🍩 Headcanons: Charlotte Family Members (Katakuri, Daifuku, Oven, Perospero, Pudding, Brulee, Smoothie, LinLin, Amande, Cracker) - Reacting to a Painter! Reader

🍩 Short scenarios: Shanks #5. Can I hold your hand? ; Whitebeard #11. Making the other laugh; Katakuri #13. You are my love

🍩 Headcanons: Sabo, Law, Katakuri x S/O who can manipulate memories

🍩 NSFW Headcanons: Dom! Law, Dom! Mihawk, Dom! Katakuri x Sub! F! S/O – In subspace

🍩 Short Scenarios: Smoker, Killer, Katakuri x Reader – Being comforted after a fight with their parents and not feeling like they’re living up to expectations

🍩 Headcanons: Alpha! Marco, Alpha! Law, Alpha! Katakuri x Omega! S/O - Courting

#trashytoastboi #katakuri #charlotte katakuri #character masterlist #masterlist #fluff #one piece #sfw #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #gender neutral reader #gender neutral pronouns #one piece headcanon #female reader #male reader #unholy toast #one piece katakuri #katakuri x reader

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

As suggested by a wonderful soul, here's the recap of what I'm going to write. Don’t be shy, send in your asks.

TO DO LIST

SERIES: 0

WORK IN PROGRESS: 0

ALREADY DONE:

Female reader with hyperfixation cosplaying

Sweet bloody life

15 w/ Zoro

19 w/ Marco

6&14 w/ Shanks

5 w/ Shanks (fem reader)

10 w/ Sakazuki

21 w/ Kid

Yandere Whitebeard crew x abused reader

2 w/ Sanji; 5 w/Ace; 23 w/Luffy

13 w/ katakuri

2 w/ Amande

The lesser evil

Marco x male reader

3 w/ Crocodile; 19 w/ kizaru

8,21,22 w/ Shanks

Christmas traditions (admiral)

15 w/ doflamingo

12 w/Brulee

10 w/Zoro

Drayden x male reader after Opal city Attack

Charlotte family reacting to kidnapped sibling

Hotheaded s/o

Kuzan prompt 1

Falkner, Aaron, Sidney with captured kid

Younger marine crushing

Admirals deeply in love

Daughter-father hc

Raihan and kid fallen from Hammerlock tower

Lost kid and Leon

Crocodile prompt 19

Admiral’s daughter dealing with a harsh breakup

Marine with non marine son

Prompt 6 w Perospero

Prompt 19 w Akainu

Marlon from Unova with kidnapped child

Prompt 7 with Omega!Deku

Brawly, Rourk and Grant w/kidnapped kid

Phantom troupe with disabled reader( separate)

The lesser evil 4

🎸 w Sakazuki

❤️💐 w Momonga

Admirals and horror games

Gojo x f! autistic reader fluff

Little marine walking F! Reader

Yandere Doflamingo x hurt male reader

Yandere reader x Sanji

Halloween prompt: admirals with their double

Kid, killer, heat and wire x boyfriend (fluff)

Sanji x yandere reader

Momomga x reader hcs

Marco x nb! Reader

Admirals' son x fangirls hcs

ASL brothers crossover: what would their starter be?

Yandere! Zeno x male reader :kidnapped

Yan!chrollo x autistic reader ( gn)

Yan!franklin x tortured reader (gn)

Yan!nobunaga and yan!uvogin x bullied reader ( gn)

Yan! Phantom troupe x autistic reader (gn)

Admiral: Halloween edition

Admirals: love goes both way

Admirals and concerts: will it bop?

Vice admirals and news: did it go well?

Mentor Onigumo

Mugiwara with reader with Jolyne Kujo power

Comfort prompt 5 w/ Katakuri

Comfort prompt 10 w/ nanami

Poly adult trio w/ autistic pregnant F! Reader

Onigumo falling in love with silly reader

Bastille asking out Sengoku's f! Assistant

💐&💖 with kizaru

Admiral with anemic so

Admiral with female doctor partner (angst)

Admiral’s child being recklessly cute

#to do list #anime masterlist #anime headcanons #anime x male reader #yandere

[thediamondgirl17]

Alpha!Goshiki x Omega!Reader: That Day In The Gym (SFW-ish) Part 4

Oh. My. GOSH! I got so many notes, and so many comments for this part! So to all the Anons who wanted more posted! I got you! I would have tagged the person who suggested this ‘jealousy’ chapter, but they were Anon! I hope you see this! To all the others who want to be tagged, feel free to leave a comment or message me separately, I will be happy to tag you in it! If you also have ideas for this story or maybe a different one, feel free to leave a comment in my ask box! 

You may be asking, “Writer! Why is this SFW-ish! And not full SFW?” Well, my amazing readers, that is because I plan on making the end of this chapter a bit...steamy? I guess...Is that the word? I don’t know. However! If you WOULD like a NSFW chapter, I JUST might be able to make that happen for you! 

Another side note: I have been a bad writer...I LOST MY NOTES FOR THIS STORY! UGH! But- it’s okay! I made new ones! Some  information about the characters may change like ‘I thought this person was a Beta and their scent was this?’ Well it might have changed because of my lost notes, but bear with me here! I tried my best to remember! 

I think I’ve kept you all long enough! Here is Part 3 if you haven’t read that yet, and I hope you enjoy this chapter! 

    When the purpled haired Alpha dropped you back off at your dorm, your face was pink and chest filled with the butterfly feelings from your first kiss. He had bid you a goodnight before heading off to his own dorm before he was caught out after lights out. However, the both of you could hardly sleep soundly after what had happened. Both of your hearts were pounding loudly from it, and neither of your heads would let that moment leave them. 

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    When you had walked into practice the next day in the afternoon, your cheeks heated up a bit when Goshiki walked in. In response to that, the wing spiker’s own cheeks heated up and he felt himself become bashful in your presence. Of course the two of you would be shy, you HAD just started dating and all. A ball had rolled your way, and you reached down to grab it. You stood up and handed him the ball with a small blush, his hands brushed against yours as he touched it and both your faces got a little hotter at that. 

    “So you finally did it huh? Found yourself a cute little Omega!” Tendou cooed softly with a small smile. Both of you stiffened up a bit and gulped. 

    “W-we aren’t-,” 

    “H-he isn’t m-my-,” You both paused and looked at one another then gulped. 

    “W-well...she is...my...,” The wing spiker said softly and looked away from them. Tendou offered a small shit-eating smile 

    “Ya’ know coach won’t let you two be all lovey during practice...And you two are going to have to tell him~,” He teased. You shook your head all nervously. 

    “W-well w-we won’t...T-there is no reason to at the moment...,” You gulped and looked down. Goshiki nodded in agreement with your statement. If nothing changed, then why would they have to tell him about the two of you? 

    “Line up everyone.” Coach Washijo said sternly, causing the small personal side practices to pause and all of the players lined up. “You too Omega.” He spat. You tensed up. 

    “W-where do you want me to stand?” 

    “Just stand next to Ushijima for now.” He placed his hands behind his back and you stood next to the tall Apex Alpha next to you. The scent of fresh potting soil and mountain dew flooded your senses. It didn’t help either that your heat was only a few days away, so you got more affected by it than normal. 

    “Tomorrow we will be having a practice match with one of the college teams we played earlier in the season. Be ready for that, since this is a game I expect you to win even if it is only for practice or not.” He paused. “Omega, you will be keeping score.” He said as if it was the only thing you were good for. You nodded a bit and hummed in response. And after a while of him talking and scolding the team for this and that, he let everyone loose again to practice on their own. 

    “You’re gonna get to see me play for real tomorrow!” Goshiki said with a smile during his water break. You flushed and looked off to the side. 

    “You’re going to be great.” 

    “As the next future Ace of Shiratorizawa, I have to be great!” He said tilting his head up in a proud way. 

    “Well I think that you’re great...Next Ace or not...,” You said looking down at your fingers. 

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    The next afternoon had rolled around fairly quickly. However, this afternoon had proven to be a bit much for yourself alone. You had been setting up the gym, cleaning, getting uniforms ready, getting water ready, and much more. Nobody was allowed to help you due to the fact that they had to do more intense stretching and warm ups. Goshiki would watch you run back and forth along the gym to get everything ready, and he couldn’t help the small smile that crept up on his face when he watched you work so hard for the team. 

    You had just finished putting out waters for both teams, already filled when they had come in. It was a group of 11 boys, and what seemed to be no female manager. Your instincts had told you that they were all Betas and Omegas. 

    ‘Typical for a sports team...,’ You thought to yourself. You looked down at the ground as the team walked past you. You honestly couldn’t help it, it was instinct. 

    “Nice to see you again Coach Washijo...Thank you for having us.” The captain said with a bow to the coach. In suit others bowed and said their thanks as well. The old Coach just lifted his hand up to stop them. 

    “Thank you for coming to play us.” He said in his usual cold demeanor. “However, you said there would be one more of you as well as an Omega.” 

    “One of our team mates got his rut a little early,” The captain said standing up straight. “Our Omega is taking care of him.” 

    Almost on cue, you and Tendou looked at each other with a grossed out face. Not only did the captain just state that the teams Omega took care of their ruts, but also that this Omega belonged to all of them. Which was the complete opposite of respect. 

    “As they should.” Washijo nodded. Your face had heated up from embarrassment and shame. Why? You had no clue, but you gulped harshly and looked down. 

    “I think we should get this game started!” Tendou chimed in with his usual strange antics, however you had known that he had just wanted the topic changed due to the fact that you were both extremely uncomfortable with the situation. 

    “Omega.” Washijo said sternly. “Introduce yourself.” You stiffened up and stepped forward. 

    “H-hello! My name is (F/n) (L/n), I’m the manager of this team. I will be supplying water and towels during this game. Please let me know if you need something.” You said with a small bow. 

    “Oh I definitely need something from you Omega.” One of the teams members had said. You stood up straight and just looked away from him, disgusted. Goshiki walked over and placed his hand on your shoulder. 

    “She is part of our pack.” He warned and them with the simple phrase. 

    “Let’s get on with it.” Ushijima said and turned, heading to the end of the court to do the first bows before the game started. 

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    The game had started and Shiratorizawa won the first set by 5 points. Due to the fact that you were not able to be everywhere at once (Much to Washijo’s disappointment) the other coach changed the numbers while you got clean towels and full bottles of water for everyone. Every once in a while though you would pause a moment to watch the game. You were still fairly new to it, so you were still learning. However, even watching as a beginner, you watched the purple haired Alpha with admiration in your eyes. His own eyes would travel for a split second while he spiked the ball, over to you. And when he noticed you were watching, his straights were extra straight and powerful. Then when his feet would hit the floor and he would turn to you, you would turn away and blush. However, the other team had noticed this as well. 

    The ball had dropped to the opposing teams side and rolled past you while you were folding towels. You looked down at it and then looked behind you to see if it had come from there. 

    “Get that for us Omega.” The captain from the opposite team said. You stiffened up, hating the way he called you by your title instead of your name, as if you were worth less than him. You bent down and picked it up only to hear cat-calls and whistles when you had bent down. Now your own and Goshiki’s face had become red. Yours from embarrassment, and his own from anger. You picked up the ball and walked to the captain. You held out your arm and muttered something. “What was that?” The captain said with a smirk. 

    “I-I have a name...,” You said softly. 

    “Yeah. And you have a title.” 

    “I would prefer you use my name.” 

    “No.” He said. And you looked down at your feet and the floor and walked off the court. He was an Alpha, his word was final against yours. 

    “She said, to use her name.” Came a voice from the opposite side of the net. Goshiki. 

    “What’s it to you bowl cut?” The captain asked turning to face him. Both of them had been rotated up front so they were face to face at the net. 

    “Enough.” Ushijima said in a strong voice, one that made both of the Alphas look away from him on instinct. From that point on the game continued with a tense silence between the captain and first year wing spiker of Shiratorizawa. 

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    Once the game was over, you had found yourself relaxed a bit. Everyone had their towels and their drinks and should have been good...except...

    “Omega.” The captain said shaking is bottle in a rude way. “I want more.” You looked up at him and sighed, standing up you went over and took his bottle from him. This earned a slide glance from Goshiki. 

    “...I have a name...” You said softly and swiped the bottle from him. He then put his hand around your waist and smirked. 

    “And I told you that I don’t care...Now be a good little Omega or else I’ll have to teach you a lesson about respecting you Alphas.” He snarled. In an instant Goshiki found himself holding the guy’s wrist with his hand, leaving you enough room to wiggle out of his grip, which you did. 

    “Don’t touch her.” Goshiki said in a low tone. 

    “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it bowl cut?” The captain smirked. This caught the attention of both teams and the coaches. 

    “Goshiki. Let go of him now.” Coach Washijo said sternly, however the Alpha didn’t listen and stared down the other Alpha in front of him. In a battle of titles, Washijo had no power. 

    “I’ll hurt you.” He warned and felt his jaw tighten as the purple haired boy held the guy’s wrist tighter. 

    “Bring it on-,” The captain began. However before he could finish you had cut in. You turned to face Goshiki and shoved your wrist under his nose where your scent glands were. Visibly everyone could see how his eyes went from intimidating and almost borderline feral, to calm and relaxed. He let go of the guy’s wrist and held your hand closer to his face, your scent covering his senses and he sighed softly at the smell. Both teams went on cleaning up after that, leaving the rest of the day to end in a tense silence. 

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    When Goshiki was walking the both of you back to the dorms. The same tense silence filled between you besides some of his commentary, which comprised of things such as: 

    “Some Alphas are assholes...,” 

    “Omegas shouldn’t be treated that way.” 

    “That guy gets under my skin.” You didn’t pay much mind to what he was saying until he stopped walking and looked at the ground. You paused a few steps ahead of him and looked behind yourself to see him staring at the ground. 

    “Tsutomu?” You asked softly. 

    “I-...I wanna scent you!” He said abruptly and looked up with pink cheeks, clenched fists, and a determined look on his face. Both the statement and his boldness had caused you yourself to blush violently under the small light on the side of the walkway back to the dorms. 

    “Th-thats s-so i-intimate th-though...,” You said softly. Suddenly, you felt him take a quick stride forward and held your hands in his. His were much larger than yours and enveloped them. 

    “B-but I want everyone to know your mine! W-well n-not mine a-as in I see you like your just an object-! B-but mine as in...Nobody else can have you...,” His voice slowly trailed off as he went on. “A-and my dorm mate is out and won’t be back for two days! He went to visit family! S-So we can do it in my dorm!” 

    “I-its past lights out...,” You said softly. 

    “(Y/n)?...S-stop deflecting the suggestion...,” He said looking down into your eyes. 

    “...Y-yeah...L-lets do it-” You started, but before you could finish you felt the purple haired boy quickly drag you along to his dorm room. And you had suddenly realized, you had never been inside Goshiki’s dorm room before. 

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    When the two of you had finally got to the dorm, you knew it was going to smell like him, but you didn’t know it would be the thing that fully enveloped your senses. You stepped inside and you smelled nothing but warm lavender and it made you close your eyes and hum. In return this caused the purple haired boy to blush and pull you further into his room. 

    He sat you down on his bed and closed the window curtains and locked the doors to his dorm. The two of you had remained in your school uniforms due to the fact that you had both just gotten out of practice and changed into non-sweaty clothing. He gulped, and pink dusted his cheeks as he climbed into his bed with you. In return your felt your own cheeks get hot. Goshiki had laid down on his back with his back against the wall, in a sitting-upright position. Then he pulled you on top of him with your chests pushed together and burried his face in the crook of your neck. Slowly he took a deep inhale of your scent while he dragged his wrists along your sides. 

    “So beautiful...,” He cooed softly into your neck. “Y-your so pretty...And your scent is so nice...I could drown in it...,” He cooed and kept dragging his wrists along you. You gulped from embarrassment and lifted your hands up to him and gently slid them along his neck and shoulders, which were the only areas you currently had access to. 

    And for a while it had gone just like that. Small kisses on scent glands, hands dragging down each other in an intimate and passionate way. Sweet nothings were whispered to one another, and deep kisses were also not a rare thing either. The actions made both your hearts flutter in sync and left the both of you drowning in a sweet mixture of warm lavender and your own scent. It was only when his hands reached down and gripped your hips to pull you closer to him, that you felt yourself snap. Your pupils had dilated and you were softly panting. Goshiki had noticed the sudden change in your demeanor and looked down at you. 

    “A-are you okay?” He asked. However it took you a moment to respond. 

    “...My heat...,” You panted out. “...Came early...,” 

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Taglist: @officialfictionalwreck @stanwallpapers @kyrah-williams @samwise-though @steggy4ever 

If you want to be added to the tag list just let me know and I will happily do that! 

#haikyuu #haikyuu x y/n #shiratroizawa #goshiki #goshiki x reader #omegaverse #omega reader #anime

[nyxdelanuit]

SFW:  ☆   NSFW:  ★

AWASE YOSETSU

☆   Beside You- Monoma x Awase hurt/comfort

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

★ Please Let Me Take You- Kirishima x F!reader/ Bakugou x reader cheating fic, multichapter

DABI

☆ Pyrophytic- Dabi x Reader

IIDA TENYA 

☆ Pleased to Meet You Is An Understatement- Iida x Reader

KAMINARI DENKI

☆ Joy is Yellow- Kaminari x Reader

☆ My Blood- Traitor!Denki x Reader songfic

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

★ A Dream In Red- Kirishima x F!reader slowburn longfic

☆ Movie Night- Kirishima x Reader fluff

★ Please Let Me Take You- Kirishima x F!reader/ Bakugou x reader cheating fic, mulitchapter

MIDORIYA IZUKU

☆ Frostbite- Villain Todoroki x Hero Deku

MONOMA NEITO

☆   Beside You- Monoma x Awase hurt/comfort

NEJIRE HADO

☆ Are You Cold?- Nejire x Reader

OJIRO MASHIRAO

★ My Kingdom for a Bath- Ojiro x F!Reader

SERO HANTA

☆ You’re Still My Brother- Aro/Ace Sero and Kaminari  

★ Don’t Hook Up With Your Friends- Jealous!Bestfriend!Sero x F!Reader

★ It Started With A Postcard- Penpal!Sero x F!Reader

☆ Tender- Sero x Tall!Reader

SHINSOU HITOSHI

★ Better Than Me- Alpha!Shinsou x Omega!Reader ABO

☆ Ready? Fight!- Shinsou x Reader

TETSUTETSU TETSUTETSU 

☆ At Least It’s Not Red- Tetsu x Reader

TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE

☆ The Bunny and The Bird- Tokoyami x Bunny!Reader

☆ Songbird- Dark!Tokoyami x Reader

☆ To the Grave- Tokoyami x Reader angst

TOYOMITSU TAISHIRO

☆ Plush- Insecure Fatgum x Reader

☆ Sugar- Fatgum x Reader

☆ Gazing- Best Friend!Fatgum x Reader

[laws-hat-headcanons]

Masterlist Part Two

Part Two of the Masterlist! 

Part One can be found HERE!! 

Updated 09/04/2021

One Piece Continued:

Paulie:

With a workaholic S/O

Penguin:

Word Prompt - Blood, Heart, Bone

Word Prompt - Fire, Gold, Twist 

Portagas. D Ace:

NSFW Alphabet - B, G, M

NSFW Alphabet - N, K, I

General NSFW Headcanons 

With a chubby S/O ( NSFW )

With an S/O That flinches during an argument

With an S/O that runs out of Chocolate

With a shy S/O in a bikini

With an S/O who is terrified of needles

With an S/O who has Epilepsy

With a crew member who is an Alien

With a crush who writes loves songs about him

Getting turned in to a girl by a DF User

With an S/O who can control their size

With an S/O who is a Carnotaurus D/F user

Running in to his Ex

With an S/O who slaps his butt in front of the crew

Reacting to Cosplay

With an overly affectionate S/O

With an S/O who is shy showing affection

Emoji Prompt - Drunk, Jealousy

Word Prompt - Blood, Bone, Hand

Crying Headcanons

Roronoa Zoro:

Love Process

Cuddling

Hanging out with his Crush

NSFW Alphabet - G, A, O, N 

NSFW Alphabet - K, U, V, Y

With an S/O that wants to try pegging ( NSFW )

With an S/O that has a DF power that makes them feel like a monster

With an S/O that flinches during an argument

How he would act around his crush

Reacts to his crush seducing someone else

With an S/O who is Mihawks Daughter

With a crush on the same girl as Sanji

With an S/O who has depression/suicidal thoughts

Panicking when an S/O falls

With an S/O that moves a lot in their sleep

With a flirty/Teasing S/O

At the start of a relationship

Zoro x Reader: Hands

Modern AU: With a paramedic S/O

Crying Headcanons

Ticklish headcanons

Asking an S/O to read to him

Angst Prompt 1 - Rejection 

Word Prompt - Gold, Wild, Bone

With an S/O who has an overprotective cockatiel

Having a wet dream about his fem!S/O (Mild NSFW)

Winter Event: Mistletoe - Fluff - G/N Reader

Winter Event: Mistletoe - Awkward - Female Reader

Trying on his S/O’s lingerie

Visiting his crush while drunk

Ryuboshi

Looking after a stressed S/O

With a human S/O

Sabo:

With an S/O that runs out of Chocolate

With a shy S/O in a bikini 

With an S/O that can control their size

With an S/O who has Epilepsy 

With a crew member who is an Alien

With a crush who writes loves songs about him

Getting turned in to a girl by a DF User

Running in to his Ex

With an S/O who was a celestial dragon

SFW & NSFW Relationship headcanons

On how he shows love for his S/O

Word Prompt - Blood, Rain, Pulse 

Word Prompt - Spark, Thunder

Sabo’s ideal wedding

With an S/O that flinches during an argument

With a Marine S/O

Sakazuki:

Sakazuki x Reader: Paperwork ( NSFW )

Headcanons with a female pirate

Word Prompts Commission

With a lovable daughter 

Sanji:

Sanji x Reader: Pancakes

Sanji x Reader: Let me hug you

Love Process

SFW & NSFW Headcanons

With an S/O that likes to cuddle

With an S/o that loves him but not themselves

With an S/O that wants to try pegging ( NSFW )

With an S/O that has a DF power that makes them feel like a monster

With a crafty/creative S/O

Helping his S/O with period pains

With an S/O who is terrified of needles

With an S/O who can control their size

With an older woman who treats him like a younger brother

With an older woman who treats him like a younger brother part 2

With an S/O who slaps his butt in front of the crew

With a crush on the same girl as Zoro

With an S/O who has a fear of silence

Soulmate AU: Sanji

With a flirty/Teasing S/O

With an S/O who is shy showing affection

Cuddling Headcanons

Fluff Alphabet - A, X, Y

How they act when they’re drunk

With a daughter who eats too much halloween candy

With an easily flustered crush

With a depressed S/O

Ticklish headcanons

Scratchmen Apoo:

Short Crush Headcanons

With an S/O who has a Rapping D/F Ability

Shanks

Reacting to gender swapped! Buggy

Getting jealous over his S/O

Finding out his S/O is blind

Word Prompt - Heat, Stone

With a oblivious/shy S/O

With an drunk S/O who tries to hit on him

Shanks x Reader: Nightmares

Smoker:

Cuddling

NSFW Alphabet - C, E, H, P

Smoker with an older S/O

Smoker with an older S/O ( NSFW )

With an S/O that wants to try pegging ( NSFW )

With an S/O that likes to tease him

With a Virgin S/O ( NSFW )

As a Parent

Comforting an S/O after a nightmare

Smoker x Reader: Rest

Smoker with a crush

Fluff Alphabet - A, D, K

With a shy S/O

Word Prompt - Blood, Snow 

Word Prompt - Hand, Heat, Stone

Ticklish Headcanons

First time with his S/O (Mild NSFW)

A Letter From: Smoker 

Winter Event:  Mistletoe - Awkward - Female Reader

Trafalgar. D Law:

Fluff Alphabet - A, H, N

Law x Reader: Nightmare

Law x Reader: The stars wish they were as bright as you

Law x Male Reader: Reunion

Law x Reader: Reunion

Modern AU: Worried about being a father

Cuddling

With an S/O that lost a limb protecting him

With an S/O that wants to try pegging ( NSFW )

With a shy artist S/O

With a crafty/creative S/O

With a Virgin S/O ( NSFW )

With an S/O that gets kidnapped

With an S/O that can control their size

With an S/O who is terrified of needles

How he would act around his crush

With a crush who has a panic attach

With an S/O who tries to scare him

With a crush who writes loves songs about him

Reacts to his crush seducing someone else

Arayya (oc) x Law: Melting

With an S/O who is a Carnotaurus D/F user

With an S/O who is a VooDoo D/F user

Law x Reader: Period Pains 

Law x Reader: Sick

Learning more about his new crew mate

Law x Reader: Cursed 

With a usual calm S/O who can kick butt!

With a teenage son

Sleeping habits with an S/O

NSFW Alphabet - C, J, R, V, X

With an S/O who has depression/suicidal thoughts

With an S/O who likes to cuddles up in his coat

Modern AU: Forensic Pathologist S/O

With an S/O that moves a lot in their sleep

With an S/O who loves it when he gets turned in to an animal

Law x Reader: Birthday Surprise ( NSFW )

With a flirty/Teasing S/O

Law x Reader: Dress

With an S/O who is shy showing affection

With an Omega S/O who wants to share their first heat ( NSFW )

With an S/O that flinches during an argument

Finding a lost friend

How they act when they’re drunk

With a daughter who eats too much halloween candy

Word Prompt - Pulse, Bell, Ice 

Word Prompt - Night, Flower, Rain

A Darker Mind

Finding out his S/O was a slave

Emoji Prompt - Fighting, Injury, Kiss

Word Prompt - Blood, Heart, Bone

Crying Headcanons

Soulmate AU

Little!Law calling Coras S/O mom

Ticklish headcanons

Angst Prompt 3 - Seeing a L/I with someone else

Angst Prompt 2 & 16

Angst Prompt 12 - Desperate Hug

Getting angry with an S/O when they go missing

Word Prompt - Stone, Sand, Circle

With an S/O who has an overprotective cockatiel

With an S/O that gets too close

Winter Event: Mistletoe - Fluff - Female Reader

Little things he loves about his S/O

Usopp

With an S/O who has a fear of silence

Soulmate AU: Usopp

Vinsmoke Ichiji:

With an S/O that likes to cuddle

With an S/O that is insecure about their body

Vinsmoke brothers raised as regular people

With an S/O Who loves it when he gets turned into an animal

With an S/O that has trouble saying no to people

Vinsmoke Niji:

With an S/O that likes to cuddle

With an S/O that is insecure about their body

Vinsmoke brothers raised as regular people

SFW & NSFW Relationship headcanons

With an S/O Who loves it when he gets turned into an animal

With an S/O that has trouble saying no to people

Vinsmoke Yonji:

With an S/O that likes to cuddle

With an S/O that is insecure about their body

Vinsmoke brothers raised as regular people

NSFW Alphabet - I, O, Q, V

With an S/O who is very caring

With an S/O Who loves it when he gets turned into an animal

With an S/O that has trouble saying no to people

Whitebeard:

With a long term S/O

With a long term S/O part 2

Reader becomes a member of the Whitebeard Pirates

Word Prompt - Bone, Gold, Rain

Wire:

Fluff Alphabet - R, J, G

Word Prompt - Blood, Snow, Night

X Drake:

Relationship Headcanons ( NSFW )

Finding out his S/O is pregnant 

Comforting his stressed S/O

Fluff Alphabet - C, D

Finding out his S/O is blind

Word Prompt - Silver, Moon, Night

Emoji Prompt - Kiss, Bathing

A Letter From: X Drake

Celebrating his S/O’s birthday

With a crush that tends to their wounds

Naruto

Aburame Shino:

Attraction and Need in an S/O

Hatake Kakashi:

As a father

Relationship headcanons ( SFW & NSFW )

Uchiha Itachi

Winter Event: Winter - Sincere - Female Reader

Umino Iruka

Relationship headcanons ( SFW & NSFW )

Yamato:

NSFW Alphabet - B, G, M

Bleach

Shuhei Hisagi:

Attraction and Need in an S/O

#Masterlist #Masterlist part two #One Piece #Naruto #Bleach

[bookmonstereliz]

I've been asked to be a panelist for a mini comic con style thing at the library. I'm super excited, they want me to talk about fan fiction!!! One of the librarians asked me to write him my thoughts and opinions to narrow down my topic and I wrote a love letter to fan fiction turned accidental essay. Here it is, I'd love your thoughts and opinions! I love fan fiction, both reading and writing it. I've always been a big reader and movies don't usually catch my attention as much as books do, though a good tv show can grab my interest if it has a great concept and characters. I love fan fiction because it takes these characters and worlds that we fall in love with from books and movies and it lets us expound on them. Once my 45 minute tv episode is over I can sit down and elaborate on scenes that were hinted at or I can "fix" what they got wrong. Once the season is over I can still hold onto the joy and excitement by reading and writing about them.  After reading a lot of fan fiction I've honestly become more picky in my reading of published literature. I have a BA in Lit from USF so I hope I can tell good lit from the terrible! A large chunk of fan fiction is steamy stuff, but I think it goes beyond your normal harlequin romance paperback that's a dime a dozen. The tropes are different. The "alternate realities" are pretty formulaic, but they're unique to fan fiction. The most common ones I can think of are coffe shop au, college/high school,  soulmate, alpha beta omega (werewolf), fake married/dating, the list could go on. The characters and worlds are ready made but they're unique and distinct in each retelling. I read a comment recently that said fan fic is so satisfying because it doesn't have to waste time introducing the characters and worlds, most of the exposition is chopped in favor of action. Fan fiction is also interesting in how it's organized. In the library books are categorized by content- youth, ya, fiction and non fiction, and broken down further from there. Thank you Mr. Dewey! Fan fiction is usually categorized in two ways- fandom and feeling. Works are usually tagged as slow burn, hurt/comfort, action/adventure, fluff, or the beloved smut. These are the genres. I could go on about the tag system, but that's a deeper conversation. I think that one of the most important distinctions that makes fan fiction so amazing is the range of diversity. I'm on tumblr a lot and there's a lot of disappointment and anger over the lack of diversity in media, particularly on the screen. I find that fan fic offers a more well rounded female main character.  "Strong female characters" on screen and in Lit are often poorly written pitting strength against femininity. "I'm not like other girls" is a too common theme in mainstream media that can be harmful.  These characters are often two dimensional stale white bread characters. Because such a large section of fan fic writers are women, I think that women are more realistically and positively portrayed. The female characters in most fan fics don't simply want to be desired, they want to be cherished and appreciated as well. They aren't written for the male gaze, they are allowed to feel, think, and act out. I'm a big fan of the Avengers and my favorite fan fics are all in the Marvel universe, and they all center around one character - Darcy Lewis. Darcy Lewis in the movies is a rather unimportant comedic relief character but she can be found in an astonishingly large number of marvel fics as the main character. The most obvious reason is because she's a pretty blank slate, self insert character, perfect for shipping with your favorite male character, or female as the case may be. I've heard her described as the "fandom bicycle," a term which offends a big portion of her fan base. However, she has become more than just a proxy for the common female fan, she has become a beloved character on her own.  The collective fandom has given her a few basic "head cannons" that become a baseline for her character. She's usually pretty self assured, which is true in the movies, but in fics she is more independent. She is usually given the role of care taker and peace maker and in a large number of fics she loves to bake- probably because Kat Dennings role in 2 Broke Girls. She is often written as Jewish, and a whole lot smarter than the screen writers made her. She is not a skinny character, something a lot of women can relate to, and a lot of fics have her go through the journey of learning to love her full curvy self while others have her unapologetically love her curves. A common trope casts her as Tony Starks daughter, and deals with family drama, often having her use her privilege and position to enact positive change in the world. Each author adds their own spin, but she's no longer a two dimensional character, she has relatable feelings, desires, and flaws and usually she has to work to get Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, or any of the dozen other males.  Fan fiction allows LGBTQ people to take beloved characters and interpret them as having different sexualities. Too many shows queer bait with their male characters or kill off their lesbian characters, and bi's and aces are rarely portrayed at all. This angers fans and fan fiction provides the perfect vehicle as they take their beloved characters and make them their own, or one could argue, they portray them as they should be. Things are not all perfect in this area of fandom, of course. Some argue that there's too much gay fiction as opposed to lesbian or bi fiction and blame straight girls for fetishizing gay relationships. While this may be true of some works, I think that most m/m or f/f works are born out of the potential chemistry in different character's relationships. Fan fiction takes place in the land of "what if" and plays out the numerous possibilities.  It's been pointed out that people of color aren't often as popular in ships as white characters, for instance some say people ignore shipping Finn and Poe in favor of Kylo Ren and General Hux. Personally, I think that there's room for both ships in the harbor, and I think it's great when people of color are recognised, sometimes inspite of the cannon's white washing. In The Avengers: Age of Ultron the Maximoff twins, who should be Jewish and Romani, are whitewashed and choose to work for Hydra- a Nazi group. A lot of works "fix" this. The same can be said for Harry Potter's Hermione Granger, who can be read in the books as black. Many fans envision Harry as Indian. I think that this is wonderful, because it draws people in as they engage in the medium; it isn't just static mindless enjoyment, it's inspired, thoughtful creativity.  Literature is a mirror for the human condition and fanfiction embodies regular everyday people holding a mirror to their dreams and desires using their favourite characters. It's not tailored for consumption and resell, it's an honest, heartfelt outpouring of love for a person's favorite characters and worlds. Classic literature speaks universal truths that haven't faded through the years. Fan fiction speaks to the here and now, it's fresh and new and portrays our generations desires, or caters to them. While there's a huge amount of trashy Fan fiction, there's just as much if not more that's masterfully written. No matter the level of skill the author has, they're all labors of love.

#fanfic #fan fiction #fan fic writing #darcy lewis #library #fandemonium

[writeforfandoms]

Star Wars masterlist

I decided to combine all the Star Wars stuff here. Just because there’s, uh, a variety. And there’s going to be more. I’m not sorry about that.

Merry-Go-Round of Life - Din Djarin x f!reader - A Howl’s Moving Castle AU. You live in the town of Kalevala working as a seamstress. Life is fine. Your sisters are taken care of. The Castle is once again roaming the countryside around the town. Things are fine. Until suddenly they’re not. EDIT: I feel I should note that you need ABSOLUTELY ZERO knowledge of Howl’s Moving Castle to enjoy this. 

Shatter Me - Din Djarin x f!reader - S2 divergent. In which some people learn how to be family, but not without some hiccups along the way.

Come Little Children - Din Djarin x gn!reader - Din drops Grogu off at school for safekeeping while he’s off hunting, and is completely surprised by the teacher.

Miracle - Din Djarin x gn!reader - Din muses on the nature of your relationship, and hopes.

Weight of Living - Din Djarin and gn!reader - Din is a little too protective, and you get into a little too much trouble. 

Castles and Dreams - Din Djarin x gn!reader - Space is cold and you can't sleep.

Simple and Clean - Din Djarin x reader - 500 follower celebration - Soulmate prompt: Your soulmate’s name is written on your body, and yours on their body. 

Silent Voice - Din Djarin x f!reader - plus size reader and there was only one bed. That's it, that's the plot.

Make You Feel My Love - Din Djarin x f!reader - established reader, you and Din get up to some mischief with a pair of binders. SMUT.

Burn It Down - Din Djarin x gn!reader - You have a nightmare and a panic attack. Din helps. Warnings on the fic. 

Blister - Ace alpha Din Djarin x ace omega f!reader - You’ve been traveling with Mando for a while, and know he’s an alpha. What you don’t know is how he feels about you...

Simple Gifts - Din Djarin x f!reader - You’re just a simple shopkeeper, but a certain Mandalorian keeps coming around, and, well... You have a bit of a soft spot for him.

Songbird - One shot for Pride Month writing prompt - Fennec x gn!reader - Fennec’s been watching you for a while and has decided to offer you a job. Things don’t go exactly according to plan.

Now a whole ‘verse. 

Lost in the Rhythm - Boba Fett x f!reader x Cobb Vanth - from a request for my 100 follower celebration. Here be smut y’all.

I’ll Follow You - Boba Fett x gn!reader - Soulmate request from the prompt “You cannot physically harm your soulmate”. For my 500 follower celebration.

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