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wangxianficfinder · 9 months

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F/F WangXian

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splash;; by defractum (nyargles) (E, 11k, wangxian, modern w/ cultivation, gender changes, F/F, merpeople, rule 63, smut)

Like the sea loves the shore by Say (E, 15k, wangxian, LQY & WWX, implied/referenced WWX/WC, F/F, rule 63, dark LWJ, protective LWJ, sirens, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst w/ happy ending, eventual smut, human WWX, siren LWJ, age difference, non-human genitalia, minor character death)

make me whole, make me new by occultings (microcomets) (E, 24k, WangXian, Rule 63, Cisswap, Femslash, Modern AU, College/University, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings, (briefly), Pining, Jealousy, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Light Humiliation, Bathing/Washing, Bath Sex, as is the wangxian way, Hurt/Comfort, kind of, Lesbian Sex, Getting Together, First Time)

The Flower Blooms in Day and Night by TheRedFig (T, 46k, WIP, WangXian, Rule 63, Lesbian AU, Period-Typical Sexism, Fem!WWX, Fem!LWJ, Pining, Sexuality Crisis, Internalized Misogyny, Sexual Harassment, Happy Ending, Heteronormativity, Spoilers for Novel, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, NOT for the main pair, Genderswap, TW in the beginning of each chapter, Unreliable Narrator)

Beautiful mess, a colourful wreck by covalentbonds (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fluff and Humor, Mild Smut, Rule 63, 3zun | Venerated Triad Feels, Shameless LWJ, Female LWJ, Female WWX, Now featuring for some reason the insanely underrated LWJ-JZX-JC bitchiness potentia,l Childhood Friends, First Meetings)

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the hard way by dustyloves (E, 9k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Modern AU, College/University, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Gender Changes, Cisswap, PWP, Dubious Consent, WWX Has a Breeding Kink, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Female NHS)

Ghost in the Machine by DizziDreams (M, 65k, wangxian, rule 63, F/F, transistor au, case fic, horror elements, character death, scifi au)

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And they were roommates… by harriet_vane (M, 41k, wangxian, F/F, modern, college/university au)

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A Touch To Calm This Aching Heart by Multifacetedinterests (E, 12k, WangXian, Genderswap, Dragon LWJ, Huli Jing WWX, War Prize WWX, Possessive LWJ, Bad Parent YZY, Abusive YZY, Face Slapping, Emotional Manipulation, Fear of Being Fucked to Death, Dead JFM, Touch-Starved, hidden identity, Enemies to Lovers, Miscommunication, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Hurt/Comfort, Dom/sub Undertones, Non-Consensual Collar Usage, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Exhibitionism, Dubcon adjacent)

Flowers in the Palace series by stiltonbasket (T, 21k, Female WangXian, NieLan, Female LXC, Emperor NMJ, Empress LXC, Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Getting together, Harem, Concubine WWX, Consort LWJ)

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Finding the love of my life on douyin! by countingcr0ws (E, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Rule 63, LWJ Has Large Breasts, Social Media, Romance, Fluff, Cunnilingus, Nipple Licking, Female WWX, Female LWJ, Online Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Smut, TikTok, Footnotes, BAMF WWX)

pov: you give your crush a makeover by grapesoda (T, 7k, WangXian, F/F, Modern AU, Social Media, tiktok au, Female LWJ, Female WWX, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Getting Together, Humor, Makeovers, alt tiktok wwx, makeup artist lwj, lapslock)

Make My Wish Come True by justpeace (T, 9k, wangxian, modern cultivation, gender changes, fem wangxian, Christmas, fake/pretend relationship, sharing a bed, case fic, getting together, angst, butch LWJ)

i could bite my tongue by astrolesbian (M, 3k, wangxian, gender changes, fem wangxian, first time, anxiety, communication, aftercare)

a polishing of mirrors by occultings (microcomets) (M, 7k, wangxian, gender changes, fem wangxian, canon compliant, cloud recesses study era, sex pollen, aphrosidiacs, getting together, swimming, kissing)

Come into the water by feyburner (E, 4k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, PWP, established relationship, first time)

Swing Me by airinshaw (E, 3k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, public sex)

Kissing is Gross but Wei Ying is Perfectly Kissable by stiricide (E, 7k, wangxian, WWX/others, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, past relationships, lingerie, mildly dubious consent, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dom/sub undertones, compulsory heterosexuality, explicit consent, getting together, friends to lovers, multiple orgasms, WWX has ADHD)

Glass walls by eatmyass (E, 9k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, PWP, friends to lovers, exhibitionism, voyeurism, under-negotiated kink, dirty talk, slut shaming, humiliation)

Keep Me by wingsofbadass (E, 58k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, friends to lovers, compulsory heterosexuality, explicit sexual content, sexuality discovery, straight girl WWX, minor WWX/WX, LWJ fucks)

Body Language by Scourge Daughter (scourgedaughter) (E, 33k, wangxian, modern, office au, ABO, gender changes, fem wangxian, office romance, hacking, cybersecurity, alpha/alpha wangxian, arranged marriage, wangxian endgame, happy ending, YZY A+ parenting, canonical character death, sexual harrasment, drunk LWJ, switch wangxian)

Let’s Get Real, Baby by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 22k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, disaster lesbians, best bud MM, karaoke, drinking, smut)

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Homecoming by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 2k, wangxian, PWP, gender changes, fem wangxian)

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sideways by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 20k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, butch dyke LWJ, casual and not-so-casual sex, smut, WWX getting wrecked, “straight” girl WWX)

a history of the body by northofallmusic (tofsla) (E, 13k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, massage, getting together, sex toys, past serious injuries, chronic pain, domesticity, friends to lovers)

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End Racism in the OTW by Deastar (M, 2k, wangxian, F/F, modern, ABO, non-traditional ABO dynamics, alpha LWJ, omega WWX, fluff, rule 63)

Line of sight by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 8k, wangxian, F/F, pre-relationship, always different sex au, plucky heroines, misogyny, enemies to friends, WWX has ADHD)

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A Heart in Ribbons by Alliandra (E, 8k, wangxian, F/F, gender or sex swap, canon divergence, war lord LWJ, darkish LWJ, powercouple wangxian, dub con, finger fucking, cunnilingus)

smoke gets in your eyes by Hi_Hello_smile (T, <1k, wangxian, F/F, modern, chef WWX, WIP)

Hello, My Fire by GhostySword (E, 25k, wangxian, F/F, rule 63, modern cultivation, BAMF wangxian, violence against vacuums, pining, getting together, there was only one bed, switching, light bondage, sex toys, tattoo parlor au, humor, adventure)

Pocket Too Deep for Play by bigamma (E, 57k, WangXian, F/F, Modern AU, College/University, Vibrators, Easter Eggs, Sex Toys, Autistic LWJ, Female WWX, Female LWJ, WWX Has ADHD, Lacrosse, Christian Themes, Sports Medicine, YZY’s A+ Parenting, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Christian Holidays, Easter Egg Hunt, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Bible Quotes (Abrahamic Religions), Cunnilingus)

Perfect shot by sunandseas (E, 10k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Fashion & Models, Mutual Pining, Hand & Finger Kink, Mildly Dubious Consent, LWJ has big tits, Dom/sub Undertones, lwj insults wwx and they fuck about it, pussy-drunk wwx, Come Eating, PWP, Strap-Ons, Spanking)

an inch away from more (than just friends) by occultings (microcomets) (E, 15k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Rule 63, Femslash, Lesbian Sex, Genderbending, Pining while fucking, sexuality exploration, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Friends to Lovers, Masturbation, Kissing, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Getting Together, Swim Team, Diving, Pool Sex, Outdoor Sex, Jealousy)

Are you gonna be my girl by 74243 (E, 14k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Established Relationship, Forced Feminization, Sadism, Dom/sub, Slut Shaming, Internalized Misogyny.... but like.... Make It Sexy, Humiliation, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Painplay, Cock Warming, Genderplay, Vague sugardaddy LWJ vibes)

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zeroducks-2 · 5 months

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Hello! I'm just starting to write Omegaverse fic, and I was wondering if you knew any good resources for the way that things like scenting, and claiming bites work? The wiki isn't very helpful but it seems like there is some established ways these things work. Or if you're not too busy maybe you can explain the bites? Sorry for bothering you!

I'm glad you came to me for advice, it's my pleasure to give some :)

You don't find much on the wiki or online in general because there aren't set rules, just a canvas on which we all sketch. The resources you can use are other fanfictions, really! Just read a ton of A/B/O fics and get inspired, you can do whatever you want with the concept.

But in case you might find it useful, I will make a list of the elements I use to construct my Omegaverse fanfictions. Please note that these are not strict rules and tend to vary from fic to fic.

(TW: discussion of bodily fluids, pregnancy, genitals, general a/b/o fuckery. All of this is just the way I do things in my fics, it is not what I assume should be always done or what I expect to find on other people's stories.)

Genders.

I don't call Alpha, Beta and Omega "secondary genders" like many people would do. Being A, B or O is way more important than anything else when it comes to 90% of how an A/B/O society is built, so if anything, it should be called "primary gender".

I myself call it hormonal designation. If someone is a man or a woman (or anything else) on top of that, it's entirely a social construct and it's a case-by-case basis. A combination of "she/they" and "he/they" tends to be the default.

Sex.

There are more specific variants to this but on average, every designation has all genitals and it's uncommon to not have both penis and pussy. When it happens that an Omega doesn't have a pussy they can still be knotted and conceive. When it happens that an Alpha doesn't have a penis, they're functionally infertile.

Fertility.

Technically, everyone can get pregnant if they have the correct genital apparatus for it, even Alphas, and everyone can impregnate (even Omegas). It is however the norm for an Alpha to sire pups and for an Omega to bear them. Even if Alphas or Betas have pussies, they will likely be lacking in some physiological department and therefore be unable to bear pups.

Presentation Heat/Presentation Rut.

Can happen from when a pup is about 11 to when they're about 15. Any earlier or later it means there are physiological or psychological issues. The presentation marks the moment when a pup starts being fertile and experiencing heats and ruts, and if they're technically still a pup or not varies from society to society. Betas don't experience this.

It is possible to determine if a pup will be A, B or O earlier than their presentation, based on smell, temperament and if available, hormonal testing.

Heats and Ruts.

They're cyclical, and they normally happen on a two-three months basis. It's the moment where they're most fertile, but also most vulnerable and violent since the hormonal surges fuck with their inhibitions. An Omega in heat will likely need to be knotted to orgasm and their body will try to milk it (it works as a prolonged orgasm and can last 2-5 minutes) to strengthen the chance of reproduction. In case they don't have a mate or anyway someone to ride their heat with, they will prefer to spend it with their packs rather than alone.

Knotting.

A swell at the base of an Alphas' cock, inflates shortly before an orgasm and keeps the partner plugged while the climax happens (enhances the chances of pregnancy happening). Knotting an Omega normally results in the latter climaxing since it presses on a number of specific nerves past the entrance of their sex. Betas and other Alphas can take knots but it's harder for them and they need a lot more preparation. A knot can last anywhere between a few minutes to almost an hour, but an experienced Alpha can avoid knotting their partner (or making it last very short) if they don't have time to stay locked together. An experienced Omega can slip off a knot by tightening and relaxing their walls in the right way, but it gets harder if they're in heat.

Heat and Rut suppressants.

What says on the tin. Essentially they work like contraceptives and won't allow the cycle to happen (some are also literal contraceptives and will prevent pregnancy). How they work specifically varies entirely from fic to fic, and in some they just don't exist or are illegal.

Scenting.

Scenting is done between people of the same pack, or between people who are sharing an intimate connection. But it can be also done to assert dominance and as a proprietary gesture, since it directly transfers one's scent onto either someone or something. Every designation does this, and it often happens that in a nest, there will be scented items of the nest owner's loved ones.

Scent-marking.

An act of dominance made to signal to other "suitors" that this one is taken, even if they're not mated or claimed. It's done through bodily fluids (licking glands, orgasming and/or pissing onto or into someone).

Scent blockers/patches.

What says on the tin. In some settings it is mandatory for everyone, Betas included, to always wear patches and it's considered rude not to do it. In some others, perfumes and colognes are used to mix with the natural body odor, lessening the need for patches.

Scent patches are used to hide someone's identity (since scents are strictly personal) and also someone's intentions and emotions, since those do carry into a person's smell. It is possible to tell a person's strong feelings/emotions through their smell if there's a physical side to them, like fear, anger, happiness, embarrassment, lust.

Scents are a fundamental part of an A/B/O society, therefore the use of scent patches isn't to be taken lightly.

Scent glands.

Sensitive spots which produce pheromones. They are an erogenous zone. The placement of them varies from fic to fic, but normally they're situated on the neck, wrists and/or sides, armpits, inner thighs. Every designation has them.

Mating glands.

Sensitive spot which can be marked to signify the person belongs to a pack, and/or is mated to another person. It's an erogenous zone. Every designation has them.

Mating bites.

Pack members will sometimes share a mating bite. It leaves a visible scar and it's a quick identifier for "this one is taken". It serves legal purposes in many A/B/O settings. It depends from fic to fic if it needs to be reiterated from time to time, or if it will stay unless the mated person either dies or willingly erases it. More than two people at the same time can share a mating bond. Receiving it is kind of a big deal and causes strong physical reactions, therefore the receiver must be prepared and in the correct state of mind for the experience to be smooth and without unpleasant side effects.

Every designation can give and receive mating bites.

Claiming bites.

Non-reciprocated mating bites. Someone who's claimed has a mating bite but never gave a mating bite in return, functionally signaling they're property to whoever claimed them. It serves legal purposes in many A/B/O settings. Same as for the mating bite - receiving it is kind of a big deal and causes strong physical reactions, therefore the receiver must be prepared and in the correct state of mind for the experience to be smooth and without unpleasant side effects.

Every designation can give and receive claiming bites.

Submission bites.

Very painful bites given anywhere on the neck, but mostly on the glands. They're meant to tame unruly pups, unruly mates, or generally just to hurt and put someone in their place. They can be resisted - a submission bite is effective only if who gives it can enforce it. Lots of people consider it a very bad practice and will condemn it, however this depends from fic to fic.

Every designation can give and receive submission bites.

Pack bites.

A light bite given on the opposite side of the mating gland. It tends to be used between pack members which live far away from each other as a form of token of belonging, or by Alphas with big packs as a form of census. Sometimes parents will give one to their young pups, again as a token of belonging.

Scruffing.

The scruff is a soft part on the nape of the neck, it can be situated at the base of the skull or anywhere closer to the shoulders. Pressure on it is used to calm down pups when they're fussing, it's a sensitive spot and adults might either love or hate having it touched. It's an erogenous zone for some people, and everyone has them regardless of their designation. It can be very humiliating to be scruffed in public and have a strong reaction, so it's considered good practice to never touch someone else's scruff without permission.

(many fics will have scruffing as a submission dynamic which only exists for Omegas, but I don't subscribe to that)

Nesting.

The gathering of soft clothes, pillows and generic bedding material arranged as a comfortable place to sleep, snuggle and mate. Provides comfort and safety. Being denied a nest for long periods of time is a form of violence. Having a scented item in a nest will endear the nest owner to that person's smell, even if they never met before.

Nests can be personal or shared among members of the same pack.

Packs.

Packs have a very broad definition. It can be a classic dynamic with pack Alpha, pack Omega and pups, or it can be the most dynamic kind of thing with multiple situations going on (three Alphas mated together and their adopted pups, a solitary Omega and a couple of Beta in an open relationship with folks from another pack). The definition of pack is therefore personal, but in some fic I do use it as a legally binding caveat for plot reasons.

I hope this was an exhaustive and fun read! I hope I haven't forgotten anything along the way :)

Sounds (snarling, chuffing, purring, rumbling, clicking, crooning, trilling, etc).

They all make them, but some are more common between pups (like trilling and chirping), and some are more effective if coming from an Omega (purring or crooning), and some other tend to be considered more properly Alphan (roaring, snarling). They mean different things in different situations, and can be effective substitutes for properly spoken language if the exchange is simple.

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sarahowritesostucky · 13 days

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📖"Alpha, Beta (& Omega)"

Rated: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5652

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

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

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

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

14. A Tour of the Continent

This Chapter: “Don’t have’ta fight me anymore, Buck. I’m not gonna leave you. I’m your Headship and I’m gonna take care’a you. Just gotta trust me to do that for you, Baby.” TW: [dub-con sex at the end of this one.]

They leave for the continent the next day.

Sharon and Pietro spend the morning packing up, and when they drive to the channel harbor, Bucky seizes the first opportunity he sees to misbehave. Steve has gone off to purchase ferry tickets and left him in the first-class lounge, when Bucky spots his chance in the form of three reporters.

Society page writers are easily distinguishable from the general public. They tend to congregate in small groups in places like this, always seeming to have a low, eager chatter about them as they wait. They dress common but sharp, wear press badges on their lapels, and almost always have notepads and pens in hand, an assistant one step behind with a camera box tucked under their arm. Bucky could spot them a mile away.

They haven’t taken notice of him yet, but he quickly walks up and makes himself obvious. In the States, they would’ve jumped at the sight of him, but now it takes the senior most reporter giving Bucky a double take before anything happens. “Your … Your Lordship?” the man hedges, eyeing Bucky carefully. “Oh! Young Lord Barnes, is that you?”

Bucky acts marginally bothered at being noticed. “Yes,” he confirms. “Good day.” The other reporters perk up and act more enthused at the confirmation of who Bucky is. Eager to have discovered someone of importance, they crowd closer and start asking him about his marriage to Steve and his trip to Europe. Bucky answers their questions politely, if somewhat haughtily. He’s waiting for just the right chance to say something utterly outrageous, when the senior reporter surprises him by asking,

“And what about your father’s expulsion from the Senate? Have you spoken with your family since the ruling came down?”

Bucky freezes. “What?” he says. “His … his what?” He feels his heart thud faster in his chest. He hadn’t known the news had broken yet, hadn’t thought the inditement was supposed be made public until—

“The Senate voted to impeach days ago.” The reporter looks at him expectantly. “Don’t you have anything to say about your husband’s vote? Were you surprised?”

“Are you angry with him?” another of the reporters asks.

Bucky gapes. “His … his vote?” He knows he sounds like a stammering idiot, but he was completely unprepared for this. “My husband?” A feeling of dread is overtaking him as he begins to make sense of the reporters’ questions. Oh no, he thinks. It can’t be. Steve couldn’t … he wouldn’t have …

“What was your reaction when you heard that your husband voted ‘Yea’ for the motion to impeach?”

Bucky feels sick. “What?!”

The reporters all pause, looking taken aback at Bucky’s response. They seem to realize that this is news to him, and that just gets them more excited. They jump into another round of hasty questions: How could he not know? Hasn’t he been paying attention to the news? Has his new Alpha been isolating him?

Bucky gapes at them stupidly for another moment, before finally shouting at them to “Shut up! Be quiet!” He’s breathing heavily, face flushed with embarrassment and nerves. His mind is reeling, and all he can think about is that Steve voted ‘Yea’ for his father’s impeachment. Bucky can’t believe it! When would he even have had the time to …

Oh. He thinks of that morning several days ago, when he’d woken and Steve hadn’t been in the apartment. How Sharon had said Steve was called away to a meeting, how Steve had come home and said himself that there’d been a motion called, that he’d had to go send a telegram instructing ‘how he wanted his vote to go’.

The sick feeling in Bucky’s gut turns sour and acidic, churning itself from horror to fury in an instant. He grits his teeth and fumes over it: Steve had been out sending his vote to ruin Bucky’s family, strip them of their title and their place in Society! And all the while Bucky's been touring London with the bastard! Sleeping with him! Bucky swears he sees red.

He whirls back to face the reporters. “My husband voted the way he was expected to,” he snaps. “He followed along after his peers in the Senate, toed the party line, because that’s all he’s capable of doing. I know for a fact that he didn’t even read the indictment. I’ve seen the way he works. He inherited his family’s Seat before he was ready for the position. His aides basically do his job for him. It’s pathetic.”

The reporters’ eyes have gone huge at Bucky’s scathing remarks. They’re scribbling down his words as fast as their hands can manage, squawking out more intrusive questions like, “Some are saying that your marriage was hastily arranged in anticipation of your House’s scandal. Is this true??”

Bucky sees Steve coming over. He’s looking at the reporters and Bucky, eyes narrowed as he notices that Bucky’s giving an interview. He’ll be in earshot within seconds, and Bucky hurries to say, “Of course it’s true. I only married him for the money he promised my family. I had no idea he’d be so weak as to vote against my father, but I really shouldn’t be surprised. His character is wanting, to say the very least.”

“So it’s not a happy marriage?”

“Are you kidding me?! I can’t stand him.”

“Bucky!” Steve has arrived. He looks utterly alarmed. “What are you doing?” Bucky just glares at him. The reporters start asking Steve questions about all of the things Bucky has just said, but Steve throws up a hand and silences them, snapping, “This is over. I didn’t give permission for my Spouse to be interviewed.”

“But Senator! He—”

“Enough,” Steve growls. He takes Bucky by the arm and begins moving him away. “I’m his Headship, I didn’t authorize this. You know the law. If any of you print a word of what he just said, I’ll have you prosecuted and your publications run into the mud.”

The reporters all start complaining at that, and then when the complaining doesn’t work, they switch to begging Steve to reconsider and grant his permission after all, but it’s too late: He’s already dragging Bucky away from the lounge.

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” Steve commands. He doesn’t shout, but it’s still his Voice and it’s absolutely no-nonsense. He’s dragged Bucky into their passenger cabin on the ferry, affording them enough privacy for discipline—and for Bucky to pitch a fit. Bucky snarls at him and jerks away, but Steve recaptures his wrists and shakes him. “Don’t make me hold you.”

“You voted against my father!” Bucky yells. He’s so mad he can practically taste it. “How could you do that, Steve?!”

“I had no choice in the matter and you know it,” Steve says lowly. “The evidence was overwhelming. Weapons smuggling, Bucky. He put our national security at risk just to pad his own purse.”

“It’s my family!”

Steve glares at him. “Put. your hands. on the wall.” When Bucky hesitates, he threatens, “If you don’t do it on your own, I’m tripling the punishment.”

Bucky swallows heavily, some of his anger replaced by trepidation. He’s never seen Steve look so mad. Doubt flashes through him and he worries that maybe he went too far with what he said to the reporters. But no, he thinks, squashing that down. Steve deserves it and more. “I hate you,” he hisses. Slowly, he turns to face the cabin’s wall. He raises both hands up to the level of his shoulders and places his palms flat against the wood paneling.

Steve steps up against his side, close enough that he can murmur in his ear, “You are never to give unauthorized comments to the Society pages, do you understand me?”

Bucky clenches his teeth together. “Whatever,” he grits out. He’s startled into a yelp when Steve’s hand comes down unexpectedly, spanking him over the fabric of his trousers. “Ow!”

“You are never to give unauthorized comments to the Society pages,” he repeats. “Do you understand me?” He hits him again, making Bucky gasp,

“Yes!”

Steve's hand comes down once more, which is almost more than Bucky can take—not physically but mentally. He’s so mad at Steve he can hardly stand it, and now he’s burning with the humiliation of being disciplined as well. When Steve steps away and tells him he can bring his hands down, Bucky whirls around with a glare. “Get away from me,” he hisses. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

Steve seals his lips tight together and says nothing. He just shakes his head in frustration at Bucky and goes to sit down on one of the cabin’s couches. “I can’t believe you,” he huffs. “Utterly disgraceful.”

Bucky feels humiliated tears prick at the edges of his eyes. He swipes at them hastily, hoping that Steve doesn’t notice. “You can say that again," he mumbles. They sit in obstinate silence for a long time. Neither one of them willing to break the stalemate as the horns blare and the ferry's engines shudders into motion.

Eventually, Steve sighs and says somberly, “Come on, Buck. You’re not stupid. You knew what they had on your father. You know how politics work.”

“Still doesn’t mean you couldn’tve—”

“He was wrong, Bucky. What he did was wrong. He deserved to be ousted.”

Bucky clenches his mouth shut, unwilling to admit that Steve’s right. It hurts too much. “My family—”

“Will be fine,” Steve finishes for him. “I’ve seen to it.” Bucky continues to fume and Steve shakes his head. “Just stop it,” he chides. “Sit down and relax.”

“Relax? You just spanked me!”

“A grand total of three times. You deserved it, and you’re fine,” Steve says. “I went easy on you.”

Bucky can’t argue that, because really? he knows that Steve did. It still infuriates him that he had to take it, though. “I hate you,” he mutters again, sitting down on the couch opposite of Steve’s. “And I hope they print every word I said.”

“It was all lies.”

“I don’t care.”

Steve inhales deeply and lets it out slowly, like he’s trying to keep his patience with Bucky. When he speaks next, his voice is surprisingly soft. “Bucky?” he says.

“What?”

“Look at me.”

Bucky glances up, meeting Steve’s eyes a little nervously at his eerily quiet tone. “What?”

“I don’t want to hit you, ever.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“But it’s becoming very clear to me that I’ll have to. You’re out of line.” Bucky’s eyes widen, and before he can formulate a response Steve adds, “So let me make this perfectly clear to you: The next time you act up like this, you won’t be getting off with three smacks over your clothes. Disrespecting me in public? Slandering our House?” He shakes his head. “Not happening anymore.”

“Says you.”

“Hey. I’ve never been anything but nice to you,” Steve snaps, losing his composure. “There’s no good reason for you to behave like this!”

(There’s one, Bucky thinks sorely. Though Steve doesn’t know it, yet.)

“From now on, if you insist on stepping out of your place, I’ll put you back in it.” Bucky’s nostrils flare, ready to throw out a nasty retort, but Steve beats him to the chase, Voicing, “Say: ‘yes, Husband’.”

“You do know I’m not omega, right? I don’t actually have to—”

“Bucky.”

“Fine!” Bucky snaps. “Fine, Steve. You win. I won’t talk to the press.” He already knows he shouldn’t have done it, knows he’s being outrageously disobedient and disrespectful and immature. He also knows that he’ll have to soldier on with doing just that, if he ever wants this marriage to end. After today, though, that prospect seems much more daunting than it originally had. He isn’t looking forward to it.

After the episode with the reporters, Bucky is careful to choose slightly less extreme ways to act up. He needs to drive Steve away, but figures that slow and steady disobedience will win the race. No need to push Steve so hard that the alpha takes it out on his hide. So, Bucky refrains from the whole public disrespect tactic and takes a more subtle approach.

“Subtle” translates to the following:

1. Leaning too far over the edge of the Eiffel tower restaurant’s deck, even after Steve repeatedly tells him not to. Then spitting escargot into his napkin in plain sight of their waiter with an immature “Ew! Snails, seriously? French people are nuts.”

2. Touching artifacts in Venice that he very well knows he’s not supposed to be touching, in full view of their displeased tour guide. (“Sir! Please, control your Spouse!”)

3. Removing his swim trunks at the beach in Mykonos before Steve can stop him. (“It’s a nude beach, Steve. They’re used to it here. It’s no big deal!”)

That last one results in a rather flustered Steve dragging him back into their whitewashed villa and shoving him down on the bed. Bucky gasps, bouncing once on the mattress and watching with wide eyes as Steve shucks off his own swim trunks, grabs something from the bedside table and tosses it to the blankets. He climbs up over Bucky.

“What’re you—”

“Shut up.” He pushes him down by the shoulders and kisses him hotly.

Bucky moans despite himself, Steve’s sun-warmed skin feeling so good up against his own. His hands fly to Steve’s body without thought, running over the hard muscles of his back. Bucky feels his cock taking interest and he makes a questioning noise when Steve pulls back from the kiss. “I thought you were mad?” he breathes.

“I am,” Steve says, but he just goes back to kissing him hotly, running his hands all over him and rubbing their bodies together. “You’re a pain in my ass,” he tells him, flipping him over and reaching into the bedcovers for the jar of—

Oh. Bucky inhales sharply when he feels the wet swipe of fingers over his entrance. They haven’t been intimate since the night of his nightmare, back in London. “Steve,” he breathes.

“Tell me no,” Steve says quietly, voice right by his ear. “Or else spread your legs.”

Heat pools low in Bucky's gut at hearing that, and he instinctively parts his legs, wanting to please his Alpha, wanting more of that quiet, domineering tone directed at him. Steve makes a rumbling sound of approval and slots a thigh between his legs, keeping them apart. He rubs the slick around his hole, presses and works the muscle without pushing inside. He waits until Bucky starts to react, then works him open on one, two, three; fingering him until he’s gasping and humping against the bed and pleading for more. “Steve,” he whines. “Come on.”

“Come on what?” he goads. “What do you want, hm? Want me inside you?”

“Yes!” Bucky hisses, frustrated. After stripping on the beach, he thought Steve was dragging him back here to discipline him. Now that he knows he’s getting fucked, he can hardly stand waiting for it. It suddenly occurs to Bucky that he’s terribly horny, and has been for days. “Come on,” he grunts, impatient.

Steve grips him by the hair to bend his neck, weighing him down with his body and scraping his teeth over the faint mark of where he’d bitten him that night.

Bucky shivers at the possessive gesture. He so does not regret having shed his swim trunks now. “You don’t like other people seeing me naked,” he says breathily, delighting at the idea of it.

“No, I don’t.” Steve nips him again. “Your body’s for me, not anybody else.” He plants his knees outside of Bucky’s and shoves his legs together, holding him still that way. He fits his cock against his entrance, the head of it blunt and intimidating. “Say it,” he commands.

Against the covers, Bucky's mouth curls and his cock throbs. “No.”

“Say it.”

He groans, both at Steve’s Voice and at the way he’s rubbing the head of his dick against his rim—pressing but not penetrating, not quite. “Fine,” Bucky huffs, giving in because he just wants it so bad. “'My body’s not for anybody else'.” His cheeks burn hot as he admits it, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t aroused by the way Steve's pushing him around and demanding things of him. "Happy?" he snarks.

Steve's fingers tighten warningly in his hair, but he rewards him for the submission by pressing in, firm and slow, and they both groan in tandem as he's filled. Steve doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated, hips flush to Bucky's ass, his heavy body weighing him into the sheets.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathes. Steve is just holding still, his cock big and throbbing inside of him. “Ugh, move,” Bucky urges, trying to wiggle under his weight. “Steve, fuck, you gotta—Ah!” Steve snaps his hips back and fucks into him sharply, punching the breath right out of Bucky's lungs.

“Mine,” he growls.

“Fuck, yeah okay, whatever,” Bucky says, not really caring if Steve wants to say bossy shit right now. Just so long as he keeps moving, keeps fucking into him real firm and good. He’s so heavy behind Bucky, keeping him flat to the bed as he ruts into him. Bucky’s cock is absolutely trapped, rubbing deliciously against the sheets in a way that feels amazing, and pretty soon he feels himself ramping up towards orgasm from the stimulation. “C-close,” he gasps, wanting Steve to know how goddamn good he’s fucking him. “Oh, God.”

Steve growls and pulls them both back, pulls Bucky’s hips up off the bed and loops his forearm under his waist, holding him close. He fucks him harder and faster, his chest sealed to Bucky's back, their balls knocking together with every thrust. His hand closes around Bucky’s cock and Bucky shouts. “Yes,” Steve growls, jerking him off roughly. “Come on.”

It only takes a good few pulls until Bucky starts to come, moaning and shooting his load all over the sheets. Steve really lets himself go to town after that, dropping Bucky’s spent dick and grabbing his hips instead, pistoning his hips at a brutal pace. His hot, panting breaths collect against Bucky’s sweaty neck and their skin slaps together as he fucks into him hard. Finally, he stutters, moans turning guttural as he reaches down. Bucky feels his hand back there: the ever-familiar motion of Steve desperately squeezing his knot, milking the orgasm out of himself and into Bucky’s ass.

The mental image of it makes Bucky's balls throb and his cock twitch in a delicious aftershock. He groans against the bed, hardly caring as he collapses into his own sticky mess. “Ugh.”

4. He wanders off and gets lost in the biggest city in Turkey.

In all fairness, he doesn’t really mean to. He sneaks off from Steve, intending to remain close by and only make the other man think that he’s lost him. But he winds up losing track of Steve and then, well … then he gets all turned around.

He tries to remember the places he and Steve said that they would see in the city that day, thinking that maybe if he can make his way to one of those places, he might meet up with him. But going anywhere on his own proves to be quite the mistake. The roads and shop signs are all in Turkish, after all, and nobody speaks English.

Bucky gets increasingly embarrassed as he realizes that he has no clue how he’s going to find his way back to Steve or to their hotel. He’s been trying to figure out a solution by himself for over two hours and is just starting to contemplate taking himself to the nearest police station for help, when Steve shows up.

“Bucky! Thank God!”

Bucky whirls around, heart leaping at the sound of Steve’s voice, then at the sight of him. He heaves a sigh, full body, so relieved that he could laugh. He feels like he almost does. “Oh, God,” he says. “Steve!” He rushes forward, prepared to … he doesn’t know, maybe hug him out of sheer relief, but comes up short when he sees the look on Steve’s face. “Steve?” he asks. The alpha looks like he’s halfway ready to be sick, or scream. “Steve, I—”

“Did you do it on purpose?” Steve asks, tone unnaturally stiff. It’s like he’s trying with all his might to keep his voice neutral, waiting on Bucky’s answer.

Bucky gulps, wanting to lie but knowing he needs to tell the truth. That’s what’ll piss Steve off, after all. This feels dangerous though, like maybe he’s reaching a tipping point with Steve. He has to tread carefully. “I … yes,” he admits. “But I was just going to pretend! Then tail you. I didn’t mean to actually get—”

“Goddammit Bucky!” Steve hisses, hands flying up to rake through his hair. “Why do you keep doing this?! Why?!” When Bucky’s mouth opens and closes a few times, too nervous to answer, Steve says, “I don’t get you. It wasn’t like this in the beginning. You weren’t like this. What changed?”

Bucky stares at him, guts twisting in guilt at Steve’s words. “I … I just …”

“What?” Steve throws up his hands. “Ever since England it’s like you’re a different person. What are you trying to do, make me hate you?”

Bucky inhales, tensing up. His eyes flick nervously around and he instantly knows his face gives him away. He curses himself for not being able to school his expression faster. Steve’s eyes widen in understanding, and Bucky’s insides twist harder. “I didn’t—”

“That’s it, isn’t it?” Steve stares at him, slack-jawed. “That’s what you’ve been doing. Trying to get me mad enough to what? Divorce you?” Again, Bucky knows he gives himself away just by the way he stands there frozen in place, mortification coloring his cheeks. Steve’s face collapses into a scowl. “Fuck, are you serious?”

Bucky finally manages to scrounge up some sort of answer. He juts his chin out. “I never wanted this marriage and neither did you. If you just divorced me, I could have the life I wanted, my family would still have the money and you … you could marry somebody else.”

“Somebody else? Who?”

Bucky shrugs, thinking of Peggy Carter and her pretty face. “I dunno. Someone who wants this life. Someone you love.”

Steve squints at him. “Bucky … That’s so stupid.”

“It is not!”

“I want to be married to you!” Steve snaps, and the veracity with which he says it takes Bucky by surprise.

“You … you do?”

“Yes!” Steve stalks over and grabs him by the back of the neck and scruffs him, bearing his teeth at Bucky when he gasps. “Do you have any idea how worried I was when I couldn’t find you? In a city like this?!”

Bucky cringes. “I didn’t think—”

“No, you didn’t think.” Steve scruffs him again. “Look around you! We’re in freaking Istanbul, Bucky! Do you know how many Western betas and omegas are kidnapped out here? Sold into slavery?” He glares at him. “You could’ve been taken. With a pedigree like yours you’re practically a walking target!”

“Okay!” Bucky yells, jerking angrily in Steve’s hold. “Jesus. I’m sorry!”

Steve stares at him, and his face goes from angry to stony in only a few short seconds. It’s like he’s drawing into himself, gearing up for battle. It’s awful. “No,” he growls. “Not yet you’re not.” He tugs Bucky by the grip on his neck. “Come on.”

“W-where are we going?”

“Back to the hotel.”

In their room, Steve points at the bed. “Sit down.”

Bucky obeys, dread curling in his gut because this is different from the time he spoke to the press, or mouthed off at that priest. Steve isn’t livid now like he was then. Oh, he’s angry all right, but this time it’s a different sort of anger. It feels quieter, more dangerous, like a storm that’s about to break. “Steve,” he tries, worried. “I’m—”

“Be quiet,” Steve says. He stands in front of him, arms crossed, face pinched. “You put yourself in real danger today, do you understand that?”

Bucky flushes and looks down. “I’m sorry.”

“Do you remember what I told you I’d do, if you ever put yourself in danger?”

Bucky’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t say anything. He remembers. In front of him, Steve nods like he’s made up his mind. Bucky has a bad feeling about this. “Steve, please—”

“Get up,” he says quietly. “I want you to stand up and take off your clothes. All of them.” His tone is calm, but it leaves no room for argument. Bucky’s either going to have to fight, or else obey.

He swallows heavily, not sure his pride can handle a struggle where he winds up losing to Steve anyway. Inhaling shakily, he stands up. “I didn’t mean to get lost,” he mumbles, hands already moving to take off his clothes.

“I know,” Steve says. “You’re not being disciplined for getting lost. You’re being disciplined for making stupid and selfish choices that wound up putting you in unnecessary danger.”

Bucky has to grind his teeth together to keep himself from talking back. If Steve’s about to spank him, he doesn’t want to make it any worse for himself. He strips down to his underwear, and with one last questioning glance at Steve, pulls those off as well. Steve looks him over dispassionately, which only makes it more humiliating.

“I want you to bend over the edge of the mattress,” he says quietly. “Grab one of the pillows and put it beneath your hips.”

Bucky flushes and glares at Steve, but he does as told, positioning himself with slow, awkward movements. Once he’s bent over and just about as embarrassed as he’s ever been in his life, Steve’s hand appears on his back. Bucky inhales in surprise, and Steve shushes him.

“I’m going to give you a choice,” he says.

“… What?”

He rubs up and down the center of Bucky’s back, eliciting goosebumps. “You can take thirty with my hand, or ten with my belt. It’s up to you.”

Bucky’s guts clench in trepidation. Both options sound horrible. “Th-thirty?” he stammers.

“Mmhm, or ten with the belt.”

Bucky’s eyes fall shut in defeat. Thirty sounds unbearable. He’s never been hit with a belt, but if it’s only ten times … He licks his lips and somehow manages to croak out, “Ten.”

Steve doesn’t say anything, he just removes his hand and stands back. It’s quiet except for the light ‘clink’ of metal and ‘whiff’ of a belt being pulled from its loops. Something strange and confusing swirls low Bucky’s belly at those sounds, at the feeling of Steve touching the folded-over length of leather against his bare ass. “I want you to count them,” he says, voice still so terribly quiet.

Bucky shivers. “Okay.”

One is such a shock that the pain isn’t even fully appreciated. He gasps and jerks where he lies, all the breath knocked out of him. “Oh!”

Steve doesn’t hit him again right away. He puts his hand on him again, large and warm in the middle of his back. “Count it,” he says.

Bucky swallows past his dry mouth and whispers, “One.”

“Good,” Steve says. “Now hold still.”

Each lash after that first one is terrible. It hurts so much that it makes Bucky feel panicked, convinced that he can’t bear it. He yells out each time, and each time Steve waits for him to calm down, strokes his back or his hair, murmuring soft reassurances. It’s intimate, awful, and mortifying—but Bucky thinks silent and distant would almost be worse. By the time the ninth strike lands, Steve is petting the backs of his fingers against Bucky’s cheek and telling him he’s good, that he can do this. And after the tenth, Bucky is crying.

“Count it, Honey,” Steve reminds him, when Bucky’s last shout has dissolved into soft sobs. “Come on.”

Bucky gulps in air and gasps, “Ten!” He’s never felt more unmoored in his life. He feels devastated. “Ten, ten, ten.”

Distantly, he registers the sound of Steve’s belt dropping to the floor, feels him moving. Steve takes the jar of lubricant from the bedside table, and Bucky’s breath catches in a tiny whimper when he sees it. He’s horrified as he feels blood pulse low in his groin, his cock awakening as if he could possibly have any interest in Steve touching him right now. “What?” he starts to ask, sniffling and wiping his messy face against the bedsheets. He tries to move, to get up, but Steve’s hand pushes down between his shoulder blades. The other slides down between his cheeks. Bucky cries out at the first touch of slick fingers at his entrance, but the sound morphs into a moan as his cock meets the soft pressure of the pillow that’s still trapped beneath his hips. “S-steve …”

“Shhh,” Steve soothes, holding him down as he wets him up and eases the tip of a finger inside. Bucky gasps and whimpers, embarrassment searing through him in a way it never has before. He shakes his head in denial, but between his legs, his cock is hardening rapidly. “Just let me do this,” Steve says. And it’s not bossy, is the thing: The way he says it is tender, almost hopeful in its assuredness. The hand that’s been holding Bucky down lets up and starts rubbing his back, up and down his spine, like he’s some skittish animal that needs to be calmed. Bucky exhales a long, shuddery breath and hears Steve’s pleased hum. “Good.” He works his finger for a long time before easing in another. “You did good, Bucky. Took your punishment just fine. It’s all over.” He works him open, curling on each drag out, humming when he hears Bucky’s gasps of pleasure. “There you go. Just relax now.”

Bucky keens miserably and scrubs his burning face against the bedcovers. He can’t stand it, hearing Steve talk to him like this, praising him and being sweet to him after he’s just humiliated him so badly. He feels like an open wound, oversensitive and raw and vulnerable. Even the pleasure that Steve’s giving him is overwhelming, and he doesn’t know what to do with it. When Steve removes his fingers and starts pressing in with his cock, Bucky lets out a tortured sob. “Oh! Steve.” The ache from the belt flares to life in his ass and his cock pulses against the pillow. He thrashes, upset. “Nngh …”

Steve folds over him, heavy and warm, pressing them together full-body as he bottoms out. “Shhh,” he soothes, holding still inside, letting Bucky feel where they’re connected. “You’re good, Buck. It’s all gonna be okay.”

Bucky shakes his head, so confused by everything that he’s feeling. He’s so embarrassed, so humiliated and ashamed, angry at Steve for hurting him like this. But he’s desperate for comfort and now Steve’s providing it and he can’t stop himself from liking it. His ass may ache, but inside it feels good: Being covered by Steve’s heavy body and held by his arms feels good, knowing that his Alpha isn't mad at him anymore feels good. “Nnuh,” he grunts again, fighting it. “Mnn, no.”

Steve starts to roll his hips, smooth, easy movements that drag his cock over Bucky’s inner walls in just the right way. Bucky moans, unable to stop the jagged little pants that escape him with every thrust in. He turns his face the other way, trying to escape Steve’s attention, but the alpha follows him, planting his forearm on the bed and dipping in close. He kisses the edge of his mouth and whispers, “Open your eyes, Sweetheart.”

Bucky whines but obeys. He blinks at Steve through tear-clogged lashes and whimpers confusedly. Steve somehow understands, and kisses him again. “S’okay, Buck,” he says, hips moving smooth and easy, keeping their bodies close, like he knows it’s what Bucky needs to keep from shattering apart. “I’ve got you, Sweetheart. I’m not mad. You’re good. You did so good.”

Bucky’s face burns and his cock jerks each time he fails to contain a moan or whimper at what Steve’s doing to him and how good it feels to submit, the humiliation and pleasure warring in his gut only driving him closer to orgasm. Steve just keeps whispering gentle things to him as he fucks him softly: “Don’t have’ta fight me anymore, Buck. I’m not gonna leave you. I’m your Headship and I’m gonna take care’a you. Just gotta trust me to do that for you, Baby.”

Mortifyingly, he can feel himself getting close the more Steve says, the coil of pleasure in his belly tightening with every humiliating promise, and his hips rutting with increasing desperation against the pillow beneath them. He moans and jerks miserably, tears still pricking at his eyes because he’s been scraped raw by this, but Steve doesn’t seem to mind. He just holds him down and kisses the tears away.

When one of his hands slides overtop of Bucky’s on the bed and laces their fingers together, Bucky cries out and goes tense, right on the edge. “Oh!” … And then Steve’s other hand slips under, wedging between Bucky and the pillow, finding his cock and wrapping around it and stroking. Bucky’s breath punches out of him in a warbled, broken sob as he starts to come.

It’s the most confusing orgasm he’s ever had.

After that night in Istanbul, things are different between them. There’s a fragile peace between them as they travel back across the continent by train, as though they’ve drawn a tentative truce without speaking a word. Bucky is uncharacteristically meek, as the memory of the things Steve did to him lingers in his mind, making him blush and draw into himself whenever he thinks about it. He doesn’t know exactly how to feel. He’s baffled that he’s feeling anything other than anger and indignity, but it’s like Steve fucked those emotions right out of him, and Bucky hasn’t yet figured out what they’ve been replaced with.

The welts from Steve’s belt take two days to fade, and by the time they board the ship that’ll take them back to America, the soreness is completely gone as well.

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The way you portray Ran and Mikey...*chef's kiss* Thank you for such content! <3 For Mikey, Ran, Izana, Kakucho and Benkei, he catches his S/O dancing shamelessly and ridiculously as if no one's watching. Y'know how we've all done that and were caught at the top of our element at some point? That XD! But instead of stopping at embarrassment, they dance even sillier and even invite their boyfie to dance with them as they waggle their eyebrows and shimmy their shoulders <3

I'm going to reach back to the 2000s for this one because YES

Bust a Move with Manjiro Sano, Ran Haitani, Izana Kurokawa, Kakucho Hitto, Keizo Arashi

tw: fluff, mentions of NSFW themes

Manjiro Sano - Bye Bye Bye (*NSYNC)

"But it ain't no lie; baby, bye, bye, bye..." Your hips roll back and forth as you jam out, hairbrush in your hands as you sing. You're mid-verse when the door creaks open and you see Mikey peek in, his eyes wide.

"Uh," you start, but then think: fuck it, I've been caught. You point to him and walk closer to the door, strutting while you sing and shake your finger. Mikey inhales sharply and shuts the door in your face immediately, unsure of what else to do. You laugh on the other side of the door as he slinks off to hide his obvious hard-on and pink cheeks.

Ran Haitani - Oops! I Did It Again (Britney Spears)

Getting hype before a Girls' Night Out is a routine you never thought Ran would bust in on.

But when he comes as you dance around with your (now cool) curling iron, he leans against the doorway, chuckling while you sing.

"So hot," Ran exhales, loosening his tie. You walk up to him and grab it in your hands, pulling him close as you dance and sway side to side. His hands drift around yours and he smiles, mouthing the words to the music and grinding his hips against yours. When the song ends, Ran taps a kiss on your nose and pulls out his wallet, searching around for his cash.

"For the dance. Keep the change," he teases, placing the money in your bra and kissing your lips.

Izana Kurokawa - Say My Name (Destiny's Child)

Izana looks up from his computer, hearing the faint melody of a song he knows well.

Too well.

He stands from his perch with a long sigh, noting the volume and his headache all at once. The door is already open for him and he waltzes inside before crossing his arms.

"I'm not paying you enough attention," he begins, rolling his eyes. You're dancing with your eyes closed, though you know he's standing there waiting for you to finish.

"Not nearly enough," you quip, tossing your makeshift mic at him. Izana catches the bottle of hairspray and sighs, placing the item on your nightstand and pulling the sheets of the bed back.

"Well, then, let me start by telling you that I have been really busy, but I'll take a break for you, your highness."

"Don't get smart with me." You walk around to the bed as the song dies down, crawling into the bed next to him. He kisses your cheek tenderly then wraps his arms around you, pushing you down on the bed. You gasp, prepared for him to begin some sort of foreplay but he instead opts to begin tickling you ravenously.

"Izana!" you yell, hitting him on the arms and laughing at the same time. "You're crazy!"

"Crazy for you, babe," Izana replies, his eyes full of mischief. "Only for you."

Kakucho Hitto - Hollaback Girl (Gwen Stefani)

"This song is my shit!" You throw your hips back onto Kakucho's while he's seated on the couch beneath you, his eyes growing wide as you innocuously grind on him.

"Babe," Kakucho whispers, but you're too busy listening to Gwen Stefani to care. "Babe?"

"Lemme hear you say this is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S!"

"B-A-N-A-N-A-S... uh, babe?" Your pigtails slap his face once and he grunts, grabbing you by your waist and flipping your back onto the couch. "Babe." He states firmly and you stop, looking up at him.

"Sorry," you murmur, chuckling a bit. "I just--"

"If you're going to grind against me," Kakucho mutters. "Then let me reciprocate."

"Oh..." you breathe and he begins to slowly grind on you from above, smirking. "Now, this shit is really bananas."

Keizo Arashi - Temperature (Sean Paul)

"The fact that you didn't tell me you were having a party disappoints me," Keizo states, walking into your bathroom confidently. "But a party for one person?" You're still in your robe and drying your hair as you jam out, listening to old hits from your teen years.

"Hey," you cry out as he comes behind you and begins to grind on you. "I'm trying to get ready for bed!"

"Not with all this music and thumping," Keizo laughs, holding your hips captive under his grip. "Gonna make a man go crazy in there waiting for your pretty ass."

"Stop, Kei," you feign, swatting at him. "I'm trying to get this done so we can cuddle."

"Not the way I see it," your boyfriend replies, taking your hairdryer and turning it off. "Why dry your hair when I'm just going to sweat it back out in a moment?"

"Because--" You're cut off by his fingers creeping up your robe, touching your ass with reverence. He kisses your neck, letting his breath send shivers down your spine.

"What was that?"

"I said--" A moan escapes your lips as Keizo grinds his hips into yours again.

"Sorry, couldn't hear you over the music..."

"You're lying," you gripe but Keizo shakes his head.

"Never would I ever..." You turn your head to rebuke him but he kisses you instead, lips lingering on yours afterward. "You ready to go to bed?" he wonders, eyes fluttering back open.

"Yeah," you whisper. "Ready as you are."

Bonus: Who You Catch Dancing - South Terano (Buy U a Drank - T Pain)

You stand, mouth ajar, in the dance room while South grinds on the floor, his body moving like a wave as he tries his best to be sexy.

"Did you really call me out here so you could ask me to get a drink with you... and T-Pain?" South gets off the floor and dusts himself off, frowning.

"Did it work?"

"Uh..." He continues to gyrate, moving his massive hands down his chest and to the top of his sweatpants.

"Don't be shy," South teases, smiling widely at you. "I know you think I'm sexy."

"Listen, Terano," you state, punching the button on the stereo to pause the music. "I think you're fucking insane for going to do all of this just to ask me out for a drink. Can't you just do it like normal people do?"

"I"m no ordinary person," he replies.

"A fucking nutjob, right," you state, leaving the studio with your things. "See you tomorrow."

"You're gonna leave without telling me if you're gonna go out with me?"

"Try again next week," you toss over your shoulder.

#manjiro sano #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #keizo arashi x reader #ran haitani x reader #manjiro sano x reader #kakucho hitto x reader #kakucho hitto #keizo arashi #ran haitani #izana kurokawa x reader #izana kurokawa #south terano x reader #south terano #tokyo revengers smut

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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Smile (Alpha!Erwin Smith x Omega!Reader)

no this is not a smutty abomination of literature (lmao) I just took the omegaverse and pumped it with all the potential for angst and drama that it has. wrote this like three months ago and idek what that is, don't ask for part 2

Pairing: Alpha!Erwin x Omega!Reader Genre: angst, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics TW: there are nsfw elements but no smut, but still MDNI, plus dubcon. Summary: You're an omega who wants to be asexual, but YOU CAN'T CUZ SOCIETY IS EVIL- ahem

“Erwin Smith’s omega? You mean the omega that loves her piano more than she loves her alpha?”

They were talking about you. They always did. You ignored them and everyone else. You were just so good at ignoring people. Your piano made you happy. It made you happy more than anything. It helped silence them. It helped ignoring them and the voices inside your mind. It kept you sane in this insane world. In this life that you hadn’t chosen.

Born as an omega, the very bottom of the food chain, you couldn’t get more inferior. And of course, you hadn’t had a say when Erwin Smith chose you. You told yourself in time, you’d learn to love him, but it was now proven impossible

You couldn’t walk out. You couldn’t have any friends. You couldn’t have any freedom at all. He provided for you, and being the rich political head that he was, you were in a better state than most omegas in this world. You were lucky.

You knew that. You were such a well-behaved little bitch. You had let him bond you. You had accepted your fate. Always there for him to treat his rut, legs spread, pussy soaking wet. Always there for him to treat his insatiable needs. You gave him everything you could and he gave you the world but restricted you off freedom.

But that was alright. Your piano, your music, it made you happy. So you played. Stuck in a room all day, every day, not allowed to walk out, you played. Around twelve hours per day, every day, you practiced, you mastered the hardest pieces ever written. If the world ever heard you play, they’d call you a miracle.

But you were an omega and you had to be kept hidden.

“Do you love me?” He asked you once. Head laid on his chest, his arms around you. You wanted to get back up. You wanted to rush to your music room and stay there for hours. You didn’t want to talk to him, face him, answer his questions.

But you were smart. You could respond, without actually responding.

“You take care of me... you protect me, and for that you have my love and dedication.” You pulled yourself off his chest and you sat at the edge of the bed ready to pick yourself back up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go practice.”

You were gone before he knew it. You were unhappy, he could tell, he wasn’t an idiot. If anything, Erwin Smith was one of the smartest people to have walked this planet, but something told him you were smarter, and it was unfortunate for an omega to be smarter than they should be. An omega should be submissive and dumb and only allowing their alpha to make all the decisions, all the leading.

But all you ever felt for him was gratitude, nothing more, nothing less. There was no love. No affection. He kissed you like he loved you, but you only kissed him back because your biology insisted you do. You only gave yourself to him because your omega body responded to his stimulation, his pheromones, his touch.

You urged yourself to stop thinking about it when you sat down on the bench of your piano. You had kindly asked him to never bother you when you were playing and he had respected your wish, but sometimes he walked in anyway.

Some other times he watched you play unannounced. It was only in those times when he saw a smile on your face. You were happy beneath his roof only when you were playing that expensive, long, black grand piano that he had bought for you. You never smiled at him, even when he was hugging you, kissing you, petting you, grooming you. But you did smile down at your fingers that so skilfully caressed the white and black keys.

You were closing your eyes too. Your fingers had learned to press all the right notes even when you were not looking. That’s what hours upon hours of practicing did to you. Pure satisfaction lay on your face. Even when he pulled the most mind-blowing orgasms out of you, you didn’t have that look in your eyes. He could never really satisfy you, could he? You didn’t hate him. You were grateful, but you weren’t happy, and you were failing to pretend like you were.

He shouldn’t care about it. Most omegas weren’t happy, and their alphas never really cared. It was the prime example of how cruel your world was. But you were Erwin Smith’s omega and he loved you. Even when you didn’t – even when you couldn’t return that feeling, he loved you and he wanted you to smile like this when you looked at him. He wanted you respond to his touch, his wishes, his everything in the same way you were responding on a literally lifeless piece of furniture.

He had no idea, that it wasn’t lifeless at all. It was that black, wooden piece of furniture that kept you sane.

You wanted to become a musician. You wanted to perform in front of grand audiences. You wanted to compose music for movies, series, theatre, musicals, anything. You knew how to. Erwin bought you everything you needed. Books on composing and music theory, and piano sheets, etudes, preludes, piano concertos, anything you wanted. You had an entire bookcase to fill with them. He never denied you. Those books made you happy. Happier than he was managing to make you.

You were grateful for him, and you showed it. You never said no. You never resisted him when he wanted to take you. You let him do whatever he wanted to you.

But you just never smiled.

You did now as he watched you. He was to your side, by the entrance of the room, still out of your eyesight. He pressed his weight on the doorframe and crossed his arms against his chest as he watched you. That excited glim in your eyes and that smile on your lips that he just never seemed to coax out of you.

You were so engrossed in it, you hadn’t even caught his scent as if he didn’t even matter.

“That was beautiful, y/n,” he said when you finished playing and you gasped, jumping in place. Maybe you hadn’t even noticed him at all.

“E- Erwin, I-”

“I’ve never heard you play that before.” He cut you.

You looked away from him and instead you looked down at the keys. “It’s mine.”

He hummed and approached you. His sweet little omega was so talented, so smart, he wouldn’t want you any other way. He had been with so many omegas before you. All of them, so very beautiful, but dumb and foolish. What they had in beauty, they lacked in brains. But you had both. Both breathtaking and smart, educated, daring, brave. Only a select few of omegas were ever admitted to universities and the poorer ones only managed through with competitions that challenged their intelligence.

You were one of them.

You didn’t study music. You got a general degree on biosciences, planning to go further on more specialised subjects for a Master’s degree, then even a doctoral. You wanted to achieve. You had this thirst to do things, learn things, gather degrees, become so educated, so smart, so better.

You were obsessed with being better and he had that same obsession, that same itch. He saw it on you when he handed you your degree, that day, at that large hall of the university where the ceremony was held. You were the only omega student in the entire university. He was a guest – being the political influence that he was – it was an honour to have Erwin Smith hand you your degrees in front of an audience.

An honour for the others – a curse for you.

When he asked for your hand, your parents didn’t really have any room to complain. They owned but a small business that was getting bankrupt the one day, and the other, it grew into a multistore chain. Your dreams didn’t really matter to your parents, so they gave you away to this man and there was no room for objections.

You didn’t object. You knew your place. You’d get married off anyway someday to some alpha that you never knew, but this one had all the right things. Riches, fortune, influence, power. You cried a few nights, stayed away from him even when you were sleeping on the same bed.

Five years later, you came around though. That’s how your newly discovered obsession with music started.

It was your escape from a life you’d never chosen.

You felt his arms wrap around you from the back and your smile disappeared entirely. You just stared blankly on that sheet that laid spread on your piano. It was as easy to resist his pheromones as ever. No one’s scent ever really relaxed you to the point of submission. You were apathic somehow. An omega who didn’t feel. A freak of nature.

Erwin buried his face in the back of your neck. He smelled your sweet scent. Despite your apathy, your body produced the right pheromones. Sweet and pliant and submissive, even though you didn’t feel like it. He pressed a kiss on the scent gland beneath your ear. He bit down there gently, and you shivered all over. His domineering scent made your mind hazy. You threw your head back for him. Your body, submitted without you consenting.

“Smile for me, omega,” he spoke against your ear.

Voice, commanding, and breath, warm. It was an order. Your body complied to all the orders your alpha gave you. A smile twitched on your lips, but it was the farthest from genuine. He growled unsatisfied, disappointed. He bit down harshly on your neck, and you whimpered. Your fake smile instantly disappeared.

He grabbed you and flipped your body to face him. He was angry. You could smell it in him. Was he going to beat you? He’d never done it, but you were preparing yourself for anything. What did you do wrong? You hadn’t really done anything wrong, had you? You pulled your heartstrings, and you smiled for him. You tried. You tried your best. You couldn’t smile genuinely. The only genuine thing you could do was cry.

“I tried! I tried! I’m so sorry, alpha, please forgive me, I tried…” you dropped on your knees for him, clutching on his leg, pressing your face on his knee.

Tears ran down your cheeks. You were trembling. What the hell did you think would happen? Did you think that he’d beat you? You’ve been five fucking years with him, you had let him bond you, had you not learned anything about him at all? He wasn’t that kind of man and he had shown you over and over. He never, ever beat you. Why were you like this? So weak, and frightened and apologising over nothing.

He petted your hair as he watched you clutch on his leg. You wept and sniffled, but you weren’t weeping for him. You didn’t give a single damn whether he was satisfied with you or not. You were weeping for yourself and your fate and that life that you didn’t want.

“You look so beautiful when you cry, little omega.” His compliment made you purr, rubbing your cheek on his leg, your omega instincts, delighted. He caught your chin, urging you to look up at him with those bright eyes and the shiny, stained cheeks. Even when you cried you were so beautiful indeed. He wiped your cheeks with his large thumb, ending up in tracing your lower lip. “But you would’ve been much more beautiful if you smiled truthfully.” He sighed, watching you as you sniffled and released a new warm set of tears down your cheeks. “What do I have to do to make you happy?”

Anything. He’d do anything for you. Was it money you wanted? He had plenty. Was it dresses? Houses? Expensive cars, vacations, clothing, shopping sprees? Anything. But it was none of that, was it?

“I- I- I am happy! You don’t need to do anything, sir, I’m- I’m grateful for everything you do for me-”

“Bullshit, omega.” He growled and you whimpered.

He had to keep his anger in place. He wrapped his arms around you, and he picked you up from the floor as if you weighed nothing. You were lying to him. You always lied when it came to yourself and your happiness. Even when you were in your heat, you didn’t seek for him. You didn’t cling on him. You preferred to sit on the bed, alone, burning in fever or touching yourself silly. And when he’d come back from work, it’d be over. He’d just find you lying on his bed, sleeping exhausted and weak.

Thirst unquenched, and frustrated. You were denying yourself of your own nature. You were forcing yourself towards asexuality. That was impossible for a creature like you. An omega is simply made for the sole purpose of birthing children and staying home, keeping her legs parted for her alpha. Sexuality was all your very existence was about, but you seemed to have almost convinced yourself that you weren’t melting every time he touched you. Every time you heard his voice.

But you gave in this time. His scent flooded your mind, your surroundings, forcing you to submit and his skin was warm. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and you basked in the warmth of his body, burying your face in his neck, shutting your eyes, drawing in all the comfort. His scent was a drug in times like this, only working to make you hazy and let him do with your body as he pleased. But he wasn’t planning to fuck you now. He just wanted you to stop resisting the happiness that he was bringing you.

“You’re resisting me, y/n.” He spoke against your ear. Voice thick, and his nose, nuzzling beneath your ear, drawing in your sweet scent that started to mellow down. Your legs tightened around his waist, burying your face deeper into his neck, clutching your nails on the skin of his shoulders, his back, his chest.

He spoke your name to your biggest surprise. He had been neglecting your name as if it didn’t even matter. And maybe it didn’t. You were Erwin Smith’s omega and that was all the title that everybody used on you.

“I’m not resisting you, I’ve never resisted you-”

“A bond is not all about sex, y/n.” He cupped your cheek urging you to pull back and look at him. “I want you to open up to me. Tell me how you really feel. Tell me what I can do to make you happy.”

“Even if I tell you, you can’t give it to me.”

He buried his fingers in your hair, still holding your entire body up against him with minimal effort. “A true alpha is happy when his omega is happy because you’re my mate and we’re connected. I am a man who keeps his word.”

That was true. If anything, he wasn’t one to break a promise. But still, he could give her everything, but not that. “I want to be free.” You said. Tears filled your eyes again, but you didn’t let them drop and his eyes widened even though he expected that answer. You shook your head. “But I can’t have that. No omega can.”

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rodolfoparras · 1 month

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Anyways.... Omega soap is a baby trapper. No questions asked. (Wanted to make it poly, but idk how to write multiple people jumping on one dick (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) / I think this all comes across fanon in cod but, Johnny's is a certified baby trapper, even higher than Price.)

Tw: Not beta read, we die like so-🔫 men, a/b/o elements , Baby trapping , Dubious Consent

Johnny is a rambunctious wild spirit for an omega, Free spirited in ways that turns off people, but you, you do atleast that's what he thinks. You've grown distant in a few days, noticeably busying yourself with tasks handed to you by Price and steered away from him at every turn.

He's grown antsy, frantic, pheromones all over the place at the prospect of losing you. He decides to sweeten himself up, acting docile in your presence, purposely spraying enhancing pheromone perfumes to catch even a speck of your attention, acting like a good omega should.

But you don't, not even a single lingering glance and it sends him whining to himself like a kicked dog. Have you grown tired of him? Have you found a sweeter omega? Has his personality rubbed you off some wrong way?

He has grown to share this with the other members of the omega's task force, yapping on from your rather sudden change.

"He's... Probably nearing his rut, you know how alpha's get in a loner phase when it's time" Gaz remarks, returning to his own work, frankly tired of the redundant complaining reaching his ears on each break.

A lightbulb lights up on his head and he's racing to your room, he can practically hear the low mewls and rustling of fabric being dragged on the floor.

He opens it to reveal you all hot and bothered, without a mate in sight and a musk that practically sends him down on all fours.

He cooes at you gently, letting you sniff and pull him down with you, letting you claw his hips as you get a scent of slick starting to gather in his trousers.

It's not long before he's all bare, clawing at the floor, while his poor neglected hole gets eaten and prepped, two fingers slotted in.

Not one word is spared between you, an obvious scowl on your face, but your cock head already pushing his rim. He shouldn't be here, not at your most potent state, not wanting to tie him with a pup or an inconvenient knot.

Meanwhile his mind is scrambled, eyes brimming with tears from relieve from being wanted again, arms clawing and legs trapping you, to lock you at each knot.

He can't possibly relive those hellish weeks of your ignorance. He decides there and then. He has to intertwine you with him.

He comes by your barracks after weeks after your initial rut, a little box, filled with tests all positive pregnancy tests. He wants you, he needs you, and baby would all make that more solidified.

-💫

( Didn't expect people to like omega Price so well,,, I'm so shy )

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seb-reads31 · 6 months

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YO BRO!! PLEASE SAY ALL OF YOUR ASTER HCS RIGHT NOW. RIGHT. NOW!!!!!!

I'll give you one of mine :> I imagine he is a bit buffer and is a bit taller than the y/n [ I imagine hes like 5,8-5-9? ] but is still hella scared of them even though they should be more scared of him LOL

LOVE YOU BRO!!! -amer:]

Tw's -

Genre -

Type - head canons/drabble

Comments - I don't have many unless if I'm like, playing/doing something and I get the random thought "aster would like/love/hate this" so I need like, prompts to get the creative juices 😗

Random Thoughts

😰 This man is a little short in my head.

😰 Not like, SUPER short but a couple of inches below the average for guys

😰 I'm in LOVE with the idea that he's buff, I'm downbad for that thought 😍😍

😰 B U T, HEAR ME OUT ON THIS

😰 He's sort of like, petite before the incident, then after he decides to take some self defense classes and he does a bit of weight lifting 👀👀👀

😰 Not enough to like, have a bunch of muscle but enough to see it through his normal sweater, giving him the element of surprise✨

😰 He honestly... Probably hates soup after the incident. If you know you know 😭

😰 H E A R M E O U T A G A I N

😰 Aster opens a flower shop a little while after the incident 👀👀

😰 CAUSE LIKE, PRETTY BOY WITH A PRETTY FLOWER CROWN????

😰 Listen to this

😰 Say the person is completely separate from (y/n) (which is your/name if you didn't already know) and Y/N meets Aster in his shop one day 👀

😰 Adorable friendship for a good while, right? Then (referencing my "aster finds love again" head canons) after a few solid years of being friends, maybe he hires you during that time to like, deliver people's commissioned bouquets, and he like, confesses his love to (y/n) using a bouquet of flowers he made with how he thinks of them cause you're bound to know SOMETHING about what the flowers mean for as long as you spend in his shop 🤧🤧

😰 you should totally like... Draw Aster with a flower crown....

😰 I'm in love with that idea now 😭😭

😰 That, or he becomes a teacher

😰 Don't ask how that idea popped into mind

😰 BUT HEAR ME OUT AGAIN-

😰 There may or may not be a few more of those

😰 S O, again, you are separate from the person from the incident, B U T, you have a small child from a previous relationship or it's a W A Y younger sibling. You pick but I'm just gonna call them "your child"

😰 And I'm thinking he's either a preschool teacher or an elementary teacher but we're gonna go with preschool for my sake 😭

😰 But one day you go to pick up your child during naptime for the bigger kids (cause I said so) and when you talk to the secretary person they just say to go ahead and find your child

😰 Don't @ me I don't know how this works 😭

😰 And when you go to find your child you can see Aster comforting them after they had a bad dream, he sings them a small little song to keep their mind off of the dream (something like Little Bird, Little Bird cause it's interactive or something else idk) and he offers to read a story to them so they can try and fall back asleep, maybe even offers a small snack or something beforehand

😰 Whatever they choose, in the middle of the snack/book/song they end up catching a glimpse of you as you hide in a hallway basically giving Aster the goo goo eyes 🥺🥺

😰 You jump as your child runs very quietly towards you, basically outing you for staring at their teacher (not that I can blame you, I'd stare too 🤧) and you flush a bright red in the dark room.

😰 Aster gets a little shy at the thought someone other than the children heard him sing so he also flushes and starts fidgeting with his hands, asking what you needed in a small voice.

😰 You explain to the best of your ability without stuttering or accidentally saying something embarrassing that you needed to take your child because you wouldn't be back the normal time to pick them up and didn't have anyone else to watch them.

😰 Aster calms himself down as you speak, and says that the child is fine and goes to grab their little bag they bring every day

😰 When Aster comes closer to you, you can't help but admire his face, it was slightly round, his eyes soft and gentle, his slightly chubby cheeks make you want to pinch them, and finally, his plush lips as he spoke, his words going through 1 ear and out the other....

😰 You flinch as you catch yourself thinking about.. KISSING the gorgeous man??! Ohhh boy, you were starting to fall for the man, and you just met him today!!

😰 You finally clue in to what Aster was saying just in time to get enough context clues to give him a small and quick reply before you quickly speed walk out of the preschool...

😰 The rest is for another time 🤭🤭

Notes - D U D E, THIS WAS SO FUN TEODBIDDBISBEIE, THINKING ABOUT ASTER'S OCCUPATION AFTERWARDS WAS LIKE, A LITTLE BIT TOUGH BUT THEY'RE SO SWEET FKDNFJDB I hope you enjoyed Amer 🤧🤧🤧

#head canon #reader insert #asmr video

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whenyoucallmelover · 1 year

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everything i read this month, all wrapped up

under 10k words.

☁️ darling (adj.), @daydreaming-sunflower (1k) tags; tooth-rotting fluff, comfort/safe spaces, established relationship

☁️ His and Hers, @hellolovers13 (1.8k) tags; trans harry, matching blankets, fluff, light angst

☁️ Rainy Days, New Adventures, @greenblueish (1.3k) tags; meet cute, harry has a cat, fluff

☁️ Do You See What I See, @allwaswell16 (2k) tags; veterinarian louis, crack/humor, awkwardness, misunderstandings

☁️ Just a little taste, @lunarheslwt (3k) tags; vampire harry/human louis, paranormal elements, emotional hurt/comfort, biting, tw: blood/gore

☁️ Changing Weather (For Worse or For Better), @haztobegood (3k) tags; 5+1, vignettes, established relationship, domestic fluff, light arguing

☁️ Things Unsaid, @londonfoginacup (4k) tags; soulmates, soulmate tattoos, meet cute, london underground, bookstore, strangers to lovers

☁️ I Remember (The Distances We Covered), @lululawrence (5k) tags; famous louis/non famous harry, meet cute, single parent harry, older harry, footballer louis, music teacher harry, fluff

☁️ when we get intimate, @rainblou/@alphalouis (6k) tags; a/b/o, asexual harry, insecure louis, college/university, nesting, argument

☁️ Court Wine, @enchantedlandcoffee, @red-pandaaa (7k) tags; a/b/o, courting, idiots in love, friends to lovers, college/university, misunderstandings

☁️ one glance and the avalanche drops, @wankerville (8k) tags; christmas, tree deliverer harry, student louis, fluff, strangers to lovers

☁️ Find Me in the Kitchen, @neondiamond (9k) tags; a/b/o, chef harry, cooking lessons, louis can’t cook, fluff and smut

over 10k words.

☁️ Wish You Would, @pocketsunshineharry (12k) tags; strangers to friends to lovers, soulmates, soulmate tattoos, language of flowers, plants, miscommunications

☁️ Every heart but mine, @rainblou/@alphalouis (17k) tags; non-traditional a/b/o dynamics, secondary-gender trans character, workplace relationship, soulmates, soulmarks, tw: mentions of transphobia

☁️ just tell me you love me (that's all i need to hear), @finelinelarents (21k) tags; friends to lovers, girl direction, pining, jealousy, slow burn, angst and smut, tw: slight dubious consent/touching

multi-part.

☁️ snapshots of moments, @onlythebravest (13k, 11/11) tags; drabble collection, canon compliant, sad moments, happy moments, fluff, angst…all the tags!

☁️ We've Been Stealing Moments, Feelings, @builtyouahousefromabrokenhome (28k, 5/27) tags; angst with a happy ending, labor unions, not actually unrequited love, slow burn, tw: bullying, workplace abuse, mentions of suicide, homophobia *as this fic is not finished, i don’t know the intensity/in depth-ness of all of the triggers, so please do read the warnings for yourself :)

☁️ Ghost Note Symphony, whoknows (96k, 3/3) tags; proximity curse, supernatural elements, angst, ??? to lovers, tw: blood/gore, tw: medical talk *i feel like i betrayed my own morals reading this… i hate that this fic was so good that i had to overlook the exclusive bottom louis. it was a struggle but it was worth it; i think this story will be one of those ones that sticks with me for a long time.

smut

☁️ outside in the summertime, @greeneyesfriedrice (2k) tags; pwp, beard burn, face fucking, slight exhibitionism, tw: mentions of recreational drug use

☁️ Pace Yourself, @kenniewen (3k) tags; topping for the first time, virginity kink, sub top/dom bottom, sub harry/dom louis, praise, collars, cockrings, daddy kink

☁️ stop the world ('cause i wanna get off with you), @thedevilinmybrain (12k) tags; 5+1, canon compliant, being walked in on, fluff and smut, established relationship

☁️ High heels on, 'm feeling alive, @thebreadvansstuff (14k) tags; porn with plot, strangers to lovers, exhibitionism, semi public sex, dirty talk, harry in heels

don’t forget to leave a comment and kudos for the authors & reblog their fic posts! ･ﾟ*｡･

#still cant believe i read b!l #why do i read a christmas fic every month???#how does that keep happening #monthly wrap up #larry fanfic #larry fanfic rec #larry stylinson #larry fic rec #larry fic #fanfiction

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mooshs-crack-headcanons · 3 years

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Could you do headcannons of theDMC5 Sparta boys(Nero too plz) having a piece of your clothing and smelling/senting it while they’re getting off? Like say it’s close too their heat and you’re not around

Love your work btw!

Thank you so much I'm glad you like my work! Usually when someone asks Sparda boys in a request I usually would include V as well but since he's Vergil's human half and all, not a hybrid, he wouldn't go through heats of course so he wouldn't be included in this request! Nero's part did get a little bit longer compared to the other two parts than I originally planned 😅 but I still hope you enjoy!

CW: I don't take A/B/O dynamics requests but since I've seen plenty other other fellow dmc writers on tumblr write that demons go through heats and the monster fucker part of me is at least on board with that much but not delving any further this is the closest to A/B/O that I'll write. So if this type of writing makes you uncomfortable please don't read the following! Otherwise I hope it came out okay.

(This work includes: gender neutral!reader)

(NSFW under the cut as always)

Vergil

It's a late afternoon one day when Vergil find himself alone in the office; with Dante out on a job with Nero and you went out shopping with Lady, Trish, Kyrie not that long after. It wasn't very often that Vergil got time for himself these days, after all the Red Grave Incident even after all this time still really affected the world with demon infestations meaning they're to be plenty of jobs to do and after Vergil's realization and guilt he felt as V - he's more than willing to help out and do what he can, even if it means hours and hours of work each day. So it's actually you who told him to take to day off and despite the long back and forth the two of you had he's taken it; today he can just sit down with a nice cup of tea and loose himself in the same pages of Blake's words just as he did as a child.

However something's slightly off that keeps preventing him from that relaxation.

No matter how many times he sits and loose himself in his book he has to readjust himself - switching back and forth between crossing his legs differently and rotating from sitting back against the back of his chair to hunching over, leaning ridiculously far on either armrest. Something still felt off.

Then suddenly he feels suddenly like the hottest circle of hell throughout the entire office - first he takes off his coat thinking that will be the simplest solution but to no avail, then he goes over to the old rocky AC that is littered full of Dante sized fist holes all over the sides of the damn thing but then he remember he's no good with human technology and the last time he touched something of the sort you screamed at him for days about having to buy a new washer, so he just goes with opening a few windows. Something still felt off.

Then it's as he goes to sit back in his chair to finally go back to his reading escape from whatever discomfort he's feeling that he really takes a good look at his surroundings; all the pizzas boxes, the dirty clothes, the tossed aside paperwork, the dust collections on every top shelf - the entire place was a pigsty no wonder why he can't truly make himself relax! No matter how much that Lowell girl helps clean up this drivel mess his buffoon of a brother will always make it right like it was before in no times flat. He should've expected as much, it was exactly the same when they were children. And like when they were children; it wouldn't be long before the mess bothered him so much that he found himself cleaning it up.

It doesn't take long before the front office, kitchen, and many other rooms of the shop are cleaned...or well at least more presentable than what they were; surfaces dusted and polished, trashed discarded, work papers sorted and went through, floors swept and mopped, loose cash and coins picked up and stashed the old piggy bank Dante was given a few christmas' ago from Patty on top of the cabinet, dishes (manually) washed and put away, and finally the laundry from the floor and the rest of the house into the hamper in the laundry room (for someone who understands technology to do) However, now Vergil faced a small problem: his inner turmoil of discomfort still has not left him. A swelling ache of heat scorched through his body, something that felt so familiar but something he...couldn't process him going through again, something as with each growing moment he sits on his brother old busted up couch he starts to slowly recognize more and more with each breath that becomes rocky, every shift of his body that shivers straight to his groin, to every drag through his hair to keep himself grounded. Heat. His season.

Given he spent over two decades in a state of mindless corruption under Mundus' hand in hell and all, to say that it's been an extremely long time since the last Vergil experienced a season is...an understatement. Hell, he didn't even know he still could go through one with how badly Nelo Angelo ruined his body; how it corrupted, twisted, and prevented him from taping into any of his real demonic power stronger than sparking summoned swords into existence (and even that took him some time fo relearn and took toll on his body) and turned him...into that thing. It wasn't until V's sacrifice that really fixed him up and made him whole again - maybe the reason why he found himself in the situation he currently finds himself in.

Now even pre-hell Vergil never really sought out to quell his seasonal needs, it was always some thing he could manage himself by either fighting hordes and hordes of strong demons for the heat's entirety or (and begrudgingly) treat by his own hand, those were the only two options and he refused to find a human partner one: because he felt himself above the sort and two: humans and too fragile and weak to deal with the sort, he can only imagine how much he could possibly hurt you if he even tried - oh that's right, that's another thing, him...somehow explaining this to you. Vergil utters a quiet curse to himself at the predicament. His father damn it all.

With a growl low in his chest and the voice of his inner demon starting to scream at him his eyes hit the floor and a piece of (color) fabric catches his attention. Picking it up he recognizes it instantly: it's one of your shirts, one he must've missed in his clean up. A big part of him wants to get up and put it with the rest of the clothes in the hamper, but even so he finds himself not being able too with how...good it smells. Now Vergil is more than familiar with your scent, for the longest time it's come to be as a comfort to him but right now...he's never smelled something so sweet? Has it...always been this sweet? No this is his demonic hormones driving him out of control, Vergil stop it - he has to mentally tell himself. But yet he can't help but bring the clothing to his face, truly basking in that warm sense of comfort and safety you bring to him.

It's not one of Vergil's...brightest moments, him locked up in his torn apart room with his mattress clawed to shreds with the sharp dark navy talons sprouted on his partial triggered hands desperately working himself while face first into your shirt, with all the growls and roars mixed in with whines and choked out moans that he would normally hide all out in the open.

Your scent smells so fucking good and with every pump of his triggered cock thrusting mindlessly into his own hand he imagines exactly what he would be doing to you if you were here right now. How much he wants mark up your delicate flesh with his teeth from head to toe, to show any other competition, just how good you had it - how you truly belonged to a Son of Sparda and exactly who they would be up against if they tried anything. He wants to fill you up so much his scent of his come in you would to reek to any other demon out there for miles and miles even days after it's gone. He wants to to fit the entirety of himself inside you and to watch you absolutely squirm around it only for him to pull the entirety of himself out and slam it back in to get you to scream. He wants to fuck into you so deep with his wings cocoons around you two and get right up against your ear and whisper every single bit of praise from the bottom of his heart to the second you both meet your end just so you can just realize how much he truly cares.

The closer and closer he gets the more he shoves his face in your shirt and looses himself with his amazing he feels. The pure bliss as keeps imagined himself with you, your scent, your loving and soon it turns everything becomes overwhelming that gets humanly tears streaked down his face. He climaxes with a loud growl as electric blue engery snaps through the air as he fully triggers, come dripping and soaking the sheets below in ridiculous amounts that Vergil has to physically hold himself up from passing out. When radiational thought returns to him he unpops DT and looks down at the state he's in and just how shaky and soaked his thighs are. He drags a hand through sweaty silver hair.

20+ years and he never remembered past...experiences feeling that...intense.

Vergil picks up your shirt from off the mattress, your shirt that was stained with sweat, come, and had multiple new probably noticable holes that weren't there before. He felt awful, how was he supposed to...explain this to you? His heat was most definitely not over, especially when his long it's been since he last truly went through it so how was he supposed to explain all of this?! Maybe he could just leave, give the excuse the phone rang with job and he had to - no. He promised you, he was on break today and he wouldn't take any jobs. He needs to be honest with you about it but...he doesn't know how. He wants you, his demon screams it's need for you to be here.

Asking for help is hard for Vergil, I think everyone understands that, so for him to argue with himself enough to get the old rotary phone in his hand to call and ask you to come...help him is definitely hard on the eldest son of Sparda. Guilt swarms through his gut with every shaky punch of the buttons of your number and even more so with every ring that shoots through his ear as he waits for you to pick up but it's at the sound of your voice when you do answer that makes him weak that makes his plea come out everso easily.

"I'm afraid I need your assistance at home."

Dante

Dante spending the entire day in bed wasn't an entirely new concept, just a thing he does time to time on days he 'takes off from work.' It's on one of these days that Dante wakes up clinging to every blanket, pillow, and stuff animal that might be on your bed and just...lays there unmoving.

Day number six of being away your job you took with Trish and still weren't back yet and with how his mood has been lately he was sick of it. Yes, he know he shouldn't feel this way you have your own career and you take your own jobs just like how he does but god damn he missed you so much that he can just sniff you off the scent of you all over the entire bed, that's the reason he gives himself for not wanting to leave and he shoves his face into your pillow. Then a voice a clarity speaks to him; he knew the exact reason why he's thinking this way - season was approaching him.

Now Dante isn't as young as use to be but he does go through heats once every few years instead of every year like he would if he was about twenty years younger. So he's more than use to these hormonal feelings bullshit, the heat scorching through his body as his inner demon demands him to get on something and go at it like something on hell's discovery channel.

You probably won't be back for awhile longer, few more days tops so he'll just have to treat this one himself like he's done time and time again long before you entered the picture. You've been with him through his heats before and while it might be the hottest sex you've ever had during his seasons, this is Dante after all, he can't help the feel any anxiousness he feels every time you take him in devil trigger - one wrong move is all it'll take and you'll be another voice added to the back of his head haunting him, this is why he's never sought out finding a partner to help him during these times and why it took so long for him to accept your help with it in the first place. He does appreciate it, he appreciates you so for absolutely everything you do for him and he would give you the entire world if you just ask but, a part of it is his...hesitance he's always had with his demonic side. Yes over the years he's come more to terms with it and understand it, hell even to a point where he's surpassed his father but-

Nah, whatever thoughts he was thinking he's not in the mood to think about it any further, just more in favor to reach a hand out to the teddy bear laid on your spot on your side of the bed, it's little beady eye staring back at him.

Dante won you that bear on one of your first dates through a carnival that came through town, you loved this thing so damn every single night since has it shared the bed with you two that the fact it long lost it's right eye became less creepy at some point. Now it just laid next to one of your old shirts staring soullessly back at him, smelling just like you. There's definitely not beating the real deal but there's most definitely a feeling of solace cuddling next to it. It's nice, like your here next to him.

Your scent smells so good that it he could almost taste you. It's just intoxicating that it sparks the heat through his body and sends aches to his groin that he can't help to thrust his hips to find any type of friction from the mattress below but nothing quelling it. A low growl leaves his lips as he he feel his teeth morphing in his mouth and his fingertips starting to sharpen. A loud purr ruptures through his throat as he nuzzle the scent of you; the strongest hit if it coming from the shirt that he can't help but to pick up and absorb your scent. He sighs out a curse, alright this is going to get ugly, Teddy doesn't need to see this.

His hands work mindlessly at himself and your shirt rests in his mouth, drunk in your scent, his sharp scaly palms are already soaked in his come and leaking to the sheets below after one shaky climax after another but none really itching his need. Hot long orange tongue hangs from mouth as he distortion of his trigger he begs; he wants you home he needs you here right now. He bites down on your shirt and shutters with the ecstacy that of your scent washes over him.

He can just imagine you, barely even able to take his fully triggered cock, straddling his hips carefully not to hurt yourself with all the sharp points that just out the sides of his thighs. Inch by inch you take more and more of it, even with the previous prep it's always too much at first that honestly worries him and makes him ask the question if you wanted to stop but every time you smile at him great big with that beautiful amazing smile and you gently touch his face, even with the face of a demon you look so unbelievable loving at him as you promise you can take him. Inch by inch he goes inside and no matter how much pain you're initially in it's a matter of time before it changes to pleasure and that's the exact moment he loves watching the spark change in your eye and you beg for him to start ploughing you. Sharp claws indented on the flesh of your thighs as he throws your legs up and onto his shoulders to go even deeper if that's even possible, your hands flying to tug and pull on his horns. It's all so good, all so good he could cry with how desperate he wants it.

When he comes he comes with a roar and a sudden rip that goes through the air. After panting down from his high and sizzling off his DT, he finds the source of the ripping shoving in two separate parts that they most definitely weren't in before. Oops. Despite the body shakes still in his system he sits back his knees and looks at the...remains (if you can call it that) of your shirt below him, scratching his head. This one isn't going be be very easy to explain is it? Fuck. Well at least it wasn't your favorite shirt? He doesn't think? Dammit Dante.

"...I guess Trish was right telling how much of a mess you must been in since she could smell it from outside."

Your voice startles the shit out of him, almost making him go back into trigger. You have a small tired smile on your face as you stand in the door way, looking at the mess your love is in before you. Before he can even flip the switch to turn the situation around, your scent stronger than any shirt can be, is it sweetest in person. The most comforting. The younger son of Sparda can feel himself turn into mush as you slowly approach closer, yanking your shirt over your head and kicking the bedroom door close behind you with your the heel of your foot.

The moment you stand in front of the bed, you eye your shredded shirt before you can't help but struggle to contain the giggles in your throat.

"That bad, huh?"

"More than you can believe, babe."

Nero

Nero of course hasn't had his devil trigger for long, now only for a short year and there seems to be new stuff he learns about it every day. Like for instance if you hold the charge in for a good few seconds, the pop of it will kill a a swarm of lower class demons at once, stuff like that - stuff he can learn on his own, nothing that any demon whether it be his father, uncle, Trish, or hell even Lucia taught him.

Now on one hand, he wishes they would give advice (though it's not exactly like he asking for it directly in the first place, of bit of that Sparda awkwardness and all) after all they've all had and been using their demon abilities longer than he has, even if all their powers varies in different abilities (but it's the thought that counts) and maybe he can at learn learn...something from. But then on the other hand, he's okay with them not giving him advice especially with the...awkward situation he finds himself in currently. He would rather die then have that embarrassing conversation with any of them about what the fuck is going on with him currently.

The built-in bathroom in the van is rather quiet small, especially for someone whose Nero's size (Sparda height gene and all) Normally it wouldn't really been an issue, he'd just do his business whenever necessary and leave - you know like a normal person. However, with his current predicament; half triggered and desperately jerking off as inhumanely fast in hopes that whatever the fuck was going on with him would just stop...but no matter how many times he makes himself come and he thinks he's spent - that swelling hear surges right back through his body and hardens his cock once more, he quickly found himself becoming claustrophobic shut up in the small room.

How long had he been in here? He wasn't sure. He had to stop at some point; you, Kyrie, Nico, and the kids were inside probably worried about him over dinner. He'd been feeling this weird feeling in his chest all day, it even got him thrown off his style game during the job you and him took today. He couldn't describe exactly what it was but the...heat, the feelings in his chest, the ache, the need, the smell it just...all seemed to intensify the very moment he to get anywhere near you and when you were his hunting partner so off course it's going to make work difficult for him and it didn't exactly take a genius to figure out whatever this was that was happening to him was some weird demon thing. How was he supposed to bring up something like that to you? He didn't, just made his space and tried not to think about it and that's why he stayed out here to work on the van in the first place to clear his thoughts and maybe this...demon thing would just settle being away from you awhile.

Spoiler warning; it didn't. Only made it worse to the point he got so dizzy he had to go inside of the vehicle and sit on the couch, heat tearing through and ripping through his body and leaving him to feel himself as his limb slowly start to uncontrollably trigger; talons ripping from his fingertips and long white hair sprouting out and cascading over his scaly shoulders. Oh and there was a thick barbed dick unsheathing and leaking out of him. That was new.

Things go by...shamefully fast. One minute he's on the couch in discovery of...well demon dick and the next he's shoved and locked himself in the bathroom going to town on himself. His grunts, his whimpers, everything seems to spill out from his lips in distorted need, no matter how hard he tries to keep them to himself every pump of his hand as he imagines himself pummeling into you as you grab nothing but fist fulls of his snowy locks and beg him to go harder and faster fill you up until there's nothing left of you that hasn't been seeped with his come.

Aquamarine arms from his shoulders and a mind of their own scoop down and grab something from the floor before what they grab gets shoved into his human hands. Nero pants down from his last high before he looks down - even before he's aware of what it is your scent absolutely just slaps him in the face. It was one of you shirts, soaked in dried demon blood from a previous job and meant to be thrown into the hamper for Kyrie's special washing cycle specifically for dirtied hunting clothes. The youngest Sparda looked down to it with a shaky sigh as your scent continued to tickle and seduce his demons instinct desires, the occasional red orb falling from the clothing and clinkering to the floor.

Shame heats his face as one spectral hand pump the fabric around his cock, his eyes slammed shut, one set of fingers cramming any noises from leaving his mouth, pretending that this wasn't just him that it was you instead singing all your praises to him in his ear, making him feel so safe and loved, that he was doing so good for you. That's all it takes to push him over his edge all over the bathroom floor.

He sits there for a good few lingering moments after as the shaking breath of his high begins to settle down. Then realization kicks in. Your shirt now resting on his soften yet half hard cock is completely ruined in his mess. Shame slaps back him right in the face. Fantastic fucking job Nero, he mentally scolds himself as he lifts up your shirt and accesses the state of the material. How exactly was he supposed to get this cleaned without any noticing the big ass fucking stain on it. Oh he wouldn't be able to look you, Kyrie or anyone else in the eyes ever again if they found out. Red scorches his face with guilt. He didn't even know what the hell was wrong with him, he couldn't untrigger no matter how hard he tried, he wanted to be honest with you but how the hell was he supposed to do that if he didn't understand his own body.

"Nero? You okay in there?"

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.

"Kyrie saved you some dinner when you're ready. Nero?"

You knock a couple times on the bathroom door, on the other end Nero desperately scrambles to try and recompose himself.

"Out in a minute!"

Then it hits him that he's in partial DT still when his he hears himself. Shit.

Frantically he looks around the bathroom in search for a hiding place he can put your shirt so he can not deal with the embarrassment and shame right away - as he moves around thrashing against his spectral arms that cling onto the clothing and refuse to let him let the material go, knocking tons of things over off the nearby sink.

"Let go! Let go!" He huffs under his breath.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

He doesn't answer you, too sweeped up in the sudden death match he's having with his extra pair of blue demonic limbs.

"Nero?" You call out, unbeknownst to him your hand moving to slowly open the door revealing the scene occurring in the small bathroom in front of your eyes.

The best way to compare the look on Nero's face was to a deer caught up in headlights with how he his world slowed as your eyes bounced around to several places; your now messy with more than just blood shirt being fought over by two sets of hands that all four belong to the same body, to said body's almost full devil triggered state, to the quickly hardening cock in all of it's spiky barbed glory that dripped of both pre and come that seemed to trail to an even bigger mess on the tile floor. You took a moment to gulp down a breath.

"Look I can explain-" Even though he couldn't, even after all of this he still had no idea what the fuck was going on.

"No it's alright. It's uh...normal thing demons go through after all." Your cheeks flushed. Huh?

You look at Nero with a sigh.

"It's uh...a mating thing demons go through. Lady told me about it, she helps Trish when she goes through with hers."

Nero looks dumbfounded, though you couldn't tell at what piece of information given.

"It's called a heat-"

"Like what dogs go through?!" You hiss through your teeth.

"Yeah I guess if you want to compare it to that-"

"Son of a fuck."

Nero slumps down on the side of the tub and holds his temple muttering down a few curses. You go to sit next to him before he noticeably tenses - you hold up you hands and sit a good amount of space away from him.

He shakes his head before asking how long that this 'heat' will last, you give him an estimation give what Lady has told you about Trish's and tell him about a week or so - though this isn't a good enough answer for him.

"So I'm just supposed to shut my self up here for a week then? (Name), we live with five other people in the house three of those being kids - I can't-" You stop him by leaning over and pressing a sudden kiss to his lip, a kiss he melts against.

"You'll be fine, we'll take care of it, okay? Go and take a break somewhere. But for right now and now...if you want-"

You drift as you slowly make your way onto his lap, hands gripped tightly onto scaly shoulders.

"-we can make the most of it."

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