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Heated ~ pt. 1

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Masterlist

This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

No warnings for this, just world building.

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After approximately 90 rotations aboard the Marauder, give or take a few days, you were ready to disembark. 

Tech, of course, calculated the accurate amount of time, but you were running on inner planetary standard time. You were exhausted. Truly and totally exhausted. The battles along the outer rim were beginning to overtake every waking thought, and the war only seemed to be escalating. Even though you were just a medical technician, it seemed like you never had a moment to breathe.

The boys had been sent on one mission after another to the most backwater planets you’d never even heard of. In the beginning of working with Clone Force 99, you were thrilled. 

Tired of being on the front lines with Captain Rex and General Skywalker, you thought this would have been a cakewalk compared to tending to the 501st. (Or as you liked to call them, the most reckless GAR unit in history.) Boy, were you wrong…

Rex assigning you to Clone Force 99 had been one of the most challenging places you think a young medic like yourself could have gone. 

These men, in particular, were a unique kind of reckless, and they always seemed to end up in the craziest situations. 

That didn’t mean you didn’t come to grow fond of them, but as GAR procedure demands, they must return to Coruscant for their quarterly medical examinations, and you were relieved. 

While you didn’t particularly care for the bustle of the high-density planet, you could appreciate not being shot at, chased, or bombed at any given second.

The Marauder also didn’t offer the same level of comfort as the Venator Attack Cruisers you’d become accustomed to staying on for months at a time. But it’s alright, you’ve come to enjoy your time with special force 99. 

For a bunch of chaotic Alphas, they were pleasant company. 

Sergeant Hunter was the leader and a remarkable tracker. You couldn’t help but marvel at his heightened abilities; it was really interesting from a medical standpoint. Tech had the brain capacity of a supercomputer and his ex-arc trooper friend, Echo. You actually had known Echo from your early days serving under the 501st. 

It was nice having him around; he seemed to keep the peace and offered some much-needed familiarity. Then there was Wrecker, the sweetest man-child you’d ever met. He had a love for blowing things up, which you found hilarious, and finally, there was Crosshair. You never really knew where you stood with the man. Echo told you it’s because he’s not used to strangers hanging out with his brothers, but you weren’t quite sure. The Alpha was quiet and calculated. He didn’t miss a thing, not with his heightened reflexes. He never said much to you; he often operated in silence unless it was to piss off Hunter, which seemed to be more often than you realized. 

He, however, treated you indifferently. It was just odd for an Alpha to not acknowledge an Omega. Not to say you needed his attention, it was just different. You speculated it had to do with his genetic mutations; maybe he was too good at focusing on his objective. Omegas hardly phased him.

“You ready, Pip?” Wrecker gave your shoulders a gentle shake. 

You smiled at the nickname. “Yeah Wreck, ugh I just really want a real shower.” You sighed, getting a little impatient. 

The Marauder was waiting for landing clearance while you made quick work stowing away the last few stray supplies. You made notes of all the supplies that had been depleted, which was most of it. You shook your head; you’d be raiding the GAR supply facility before deployment for certain. 

“You and me both,” Hunter snorted and settled down in one of the chairs in the cockpit.

Poor guy, you realized, probably had the worst of it all. Living amongst five sweaty dirty men and one medic had his scent on overdrive. Not to mention the dulled pheromones. Being surrounded by so many alphas, the stench was probably awful for him. 

You, however, being an omega on the smaller side, couldn’t smell much, not with your implant which was due for replacement this quarter. Hunter never mentioned anything to you about smell. You just hoped it wasn’t too much for him with all of your implants thankfully. It never seemed like an issue for him. 

“We’re clear for landing,” Echo chirped from the copilot seat. Everyone came up to the front to strap into the jump seats. Crosshair brought your packed bag up with him and placed it gently under your feet before he took the seat next to you and strapped in. You thanked him, and he gave you a silent nod still chewing on his toothpick. 

Echo and Tech gently landed the Marauder in the GAR main hangar bay and finished up the last cross check before disembarking. Wrecker was kind and offered to carry your duffle filled with your civvies and toiletries. You thanked him and followed him out of the Marauder. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, you smiled at the feeling of real sun on your skin. 

Looking down the steps, you squealed, noticing all of the white and blue plastoid on the other side of the hangar bay. Running at full speed, you nearly tripped over your own feet, flinging yourself at Kix. 

He noticed you last minute and swooped you up into his arms, “Hey Tiny! I didn’t know you were on rotation already?” He picked you up and spun you around before putting you down. Your excitement to see your old unit was overwhelming; you couldn’t help but smile as more of your friends on the 501st ran over to give you a hug or a playful shove.

You missed the way Wrecker gawked at your reaction to the Regs. “Well, she certainly doesn’t do that with us,” Tech noted, watching you rub up against the alphas in a comforting manner, purring under their affection. 

“Fucking Regs,” Crosshair groused. 

Echo remembered how fond you are of the 501st. He remembered when you were a newbie just starting your medical field days bonding with General Tano as teens. He felt a little nostalgic watching you with his vod. He laughed remembering how Ahsoka would scent you before sending you out into the field. They loved you so much. 

Tech noted how comfortable you were with their touch and scenting. Something no one in their unit ever attempted with you. Of course, they were aware of your designation, but they tried their hardest to be respectful. Hunter had made it extremely clear no one was supposed to touch you unless necessary. It had been six months of your service on their unit, and no one has ever gotten this close with you except Wrecker, but it wasn’t anything like that. 

The alpha in Tech was a little upset by this. Why didn’t the omega feel comfortable with them? 

Hunter listened to the way you preened under their attention, and his chest pained a bit hearing your purrs. Was he… jealous? No. That’s his medic, that's all. He had read your file; you’d been with them for most of the war. Of course, that would make you closer. He could smell the happy pheromones you spread from where they were. You were happy with the 501st’s attention; it wasn’t something he knew you craved.

“I’m here for quarterlies,” you tapped your shoulder, “And I’m due for replacement.” You sighed. “Ahh,” Kix smirked, “Difficult enough dealing with us reg alphas huh? Gotta deal with defects now too huh? Got that implant working overtime.” 

You rolled your eyes and shoved him. 

A cough behind you caught your attention. You spun around to see your unit catching up, looking a little perturbed, especially Crosshair. He’s never warmed up to the Regs and didn’t particularly like you sharing your fond stories about them. You usually keep to yourself in his presence or else he’d get a little hostile. 

“Sarge,” Kix greeted with a head tilt. 

“Kix,” Hunter gave him a polite nod, “Captain.” He looked beyond you. 

You spun around, “Rex!” You ran at him, wrapping yourself around your old captain. “Hey kid,” he laughed, giving you a pat on the head looking down at you.

 “I’m older than you, Captain,” you rolled your eyes with a smile. 

“So you like to remind me,” he laughed, suddenly realizing how much he had missed you. 

You stepped back with a huge smile. Suddenly everything was starting to feel good again. 90 rotations didn’t seem so terrible anymore. You giggled as they all filed in demanding to know how you’ve been.

 “We’re heading to 79’s later,” Jesse smiled, “You gotta come Y/N. I wanna hear about your adventures to the outer rim.” 

“Especially me,” Fives trotted forwards shoving you playfully aside before embracing his brother Echo, “Vod!” He hugged Echo tight. Echo relaxed into his hug and gave him a curt smile. “How you doing?” Fives asked, wrapping his arm around Echo’s shoulder before walking off with him towards the barracks to no doubt catch up. 

“I got a replacement due,” you sighed, “I can’t drink but I’ll stop by for a bit to catch up!” 

They all seemed to light up at that, “See you there, kid!” Captain Rex gave you a nod and turned on his heel to get back to work and make sure the General’s Venator was getting proper maintenance. 

“C’mon, Pip,” Hunter was leading the others towards the medical campus for their quarterlies. 

You huffed, “Coming, Sarge.” 

“Pip?” You heard the others laugh a bit at your new nickname when you trailed off behind your new unit. Damn their long legs you were struggling to hold pace with them. 

Crosshair gave you an incredulous look watching you try to catch up. You gave it right back to him. 

“Miss your precious Regs?” He sneered. You didn’t miss the way Tech’s shoulders stiffened. Wrecker and Hunter pretended not to hear, but you knew they did. You suddenly missed having Echo as your defense. 

“What?” You looked at him. 

“You heard me,” he growled. 

“Of course I missed my old unit. I haven’t seen them in six standard months, Crosshair.” 

“That all?” He was cold. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” You stopped and crossed your arms forcing him to stop walking. 

Crosshair pointed his toothpick at you, “Throwing yourself at a bunch of alphas like a bitch in hea-”

 “Enough!” Hunter growled. 

Your cheeks burned red. How dare he. You looked to Wrecker and then Tech but the looks on their faces didn’t exactly show any support for you. Did they agree?…Maker. Wrecker lowered his gaze which surprised you the most. 

Crosshair never really said much to you besides if you asked him an immediate question about his health or an injury. He usually somewhat avoided you. But you never thought he disliked you, at least up until now. The disgust was obvious on his face. 

You just shook your head and continued stalking towards the medical campus, ignoring Hunter’s call. Your shore-leave was becoming more and more desirable by the second. You wanted space especially from Mr. dark and gloomy. 

Deciding you’ve had enough of them, you detoured for your department entrance leaving them to go into the main medical campus alone. You knew Tech had all of your reports stowed on his datapad records. They would survive without you at least for now. You thought you heard Wrecker whimper behind you, but the sound of ion engines priming drowned out the rest before you stepped inside the medic clinic. Fuck Crosshair. What a dickhead.

You shook your head knowing you had other things to focus on besides his stupid little attitude. 

Passing through multiple security clearances, you stepped into the sterile clinic’s main lobby. 

“Medic Y/L/N?” You heard a familiar soft voice. 

“Hi Layla.” You smiled sweetly at the nurse who you came to know during your training program. Being an omega, she opted to stay on base instead of venturing out into the battle fronts she was definitely more gentle mannered than yourself. You preferred some action and excitement. 

“In for your quarterly’s?”

"Yeah, and I need a new replacement implant," you muttered as you trailed behind Layla toward one of the deserted exam rooms. The clinical white walls felt suffocating, a stark contrast to the chaotic memories you shared here. You reminisced about your early days serving the GAR, where Layla and you tended to wounded soldiers and even brushed shoulders with the occasional Jedi. But that was before you were transferred to General Skywalker’s unit, thrust into the heart of battle and endless repairs for him and his Padawan. You missed the simplicity of those days, the camaraderie with Layla.

”How’s the 501st treating you?" Layla's voice broke through your reverie as she handed you a crumpled paper gown.

"I got transferred to Special Forces 99," you replied, shedding your uniform behind the flimsy curtain. "They’re a different breed, that's for sure."

"Clone Force 99?" Layla's eyebrows rose in curiosity.

“Yeah.” you confirmed, feeling a flicker of amusement at her reaction.

As Layla chewed on her pen, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes. "The Sergeant’s pretty hot."

Your cheeks flushed, and you nearly stumbled over your words before recovering. “Layla…” You gawked.

She giggled and sat down on her roller stool. "Don’t lie and say you’ve never thought about it."

Well, obviously you’ve thought about it. They’re all honestly pretty hot, but you’d never admit that out loud.

"Now where have you seen Hunter like that?" you giggled at her cheekiness.

"I watch the holonet streams every once in a while. Especially after the retrieval on Skako Minor, General Skywalker and Sergeant CT-9901 were all over the holonet for weeks," she mused. "An omega’s wet dream."

You screamed and threw your boot at her. You two looked at each other momentarily before bursting out into a fit of laughter. Man, you missed Layla. Honestly, you just missed having another girl to talk to. This was such a refresher from the overwhelming amount of Alpha.

You hopped up on the table, lying down, trying to get comfortable.

"What’s he like?" her tone shifted into mischief.

You hesitated, memories of Hunter flooding your mind. "He’s… different. Polite, I guess."

Layla raised an eyebrow, her expression demanding the truth. “Girl…” she slapped your shoulder, grabbing her scanner to document your entire system from head to toe.

"Well, I don’t know!" you put your hands up in defense. "He’s quite the gentleman. None of them so much as look, Layla, I swear."

She just looked at you with a raised brow while she continued her work, “Yeah right.”

"But…" you smirked, watching her work, "I do know the tattoos go to his feet…" you bit your lip.

Now it was her turn to choke. "You’re lying…" Her interest was piqued.

You shook your head. "Full skeleton all the way down his arm, ribs, thigh…"

You two sighed.

She finished her scan and input the data before sliding her roller chair right next to you. "Everywhere?"

You raised a brow. "Everywhere," you confirmed with a nod.

She put her hand over her chest in a dramatic manner before prepping the numbing agent for your implant.

You remembered the day you found out this information about your Sergeant. Up until this point, you’d only seen maybe an arm or some knuckles in your medical repairs, but this time Hunter had taken a pretty bad hit to his side and thigh. Multiple blaster wounds had torn him up, and Tech had helped him limp back to the ship before they both collapsed on the floor. You had flung yourself out of your bunk at the commotion only to realize what had happened.

Tech helped you tear off Hunter’s armor and helmet, trying to figure out where the wounds were. Luckily, they hadn’t gone through, and it was mostly just surface wounds, but you still had to cut through his blacks to get to it, leaving his entire left side exposed. He had growled at you, but Tech had set him straight. He was just in pain.

That’s when you realized his entire left side was tattooed like his face, all the way down to his feet. You mumbled a quick apology before starting your cleaning process and bacta application.

The wounds had healed up nicely, but he had to re-tattoo the fresh skin the next time they had shore-leave. You had also stowed away the information of how muscular he was. The man was truly a work of art.

A sharp jab snapped you out of your memories when Layla removed the old suppressor implant. You yelped when the new one went in, making you a bit dizzy with pain. You hissed when she retracted the mechanism.

"There we go," she beamed. "Good as new."

"Thanks, Layla," you said, sitting up, letting her bandage the small incision wound with a bacta patch. The soothing coldness was immediate. You sighed in relief as the pain dulled.

"I told Rex I’d be at 79’s later, if you want to come?" you offered, slipping from the table to give her a hug.

"As much as I’d love to play with the captain, I have so much work to catch up on for quarterly's. I better stay here," she sighed, pushing her chair back into place. "But you have fun, and enjoy your time off. Come back to visit if you get bored."

You giggled. "I will." And with that, she left you to change back into your uniform before leaving the medic’s clinic. The hangar bay was significantly more empty now as you made your way over to civilian transport. After exiting the security checkpoint, you made your way over to the clone transport. "Can you take me to residential?" you asked the officer in the pilot’s seat. He gave you a nod, and you settled back into the transport’s seats. With a sigh, you were finally starting to relax a bit. You knew the boys were probably already back at their barracks after their examinations, so you knew they wouldn’t be bothering you for at least a few rotations.

When you finally arrived to the GAR residential building you gave the driver a thanks before hoping out and skipping over to the front door. You couldn’t wait to get to your quarters and enjoy a long hot shower. Swiping your clearance card, you dashed into the elevator to your floor and into your room. It smelled like you needed to open a window but other then that is was just as you left it. Knowing you’d have to get some food delivered, you gave a dramatic sigh while kicking off your regulation boots. You went to unzip your uniform top when you heard the swish of clothing and a familiar scoff. 

You turned suddenly seeing Crosshair standing in your kitchen in his civvies looking tall and menacing. 

“Maker! Crosshair!” You put a hand on your chest, “You scared me!” 

“Sorry little one.” He didn’t sound sorry at all. 

You looked around suddenly remembering you’re in YOUR apartment. 

“What the hell are you doing here Crosshair?” You narrowed your gaze at him getting mad all over again. 

“Hunter is making me apologize for earlier.” He grumbled around his toothpick. 

You hummed, “How did you get in here?” 

He held up the Sergeant’s entry card. Of course… dammit Hunter.

“Here.” He slid your duffle across the floor to you. A peace offering. You were grateful for that at least. 

A deep pang in your shoulder made you grimace “Thanks.” You unzipped your uniform top leaving you in your bindings not caring if he looked. He didn’t seem phased anyways. The bacta patch stained red with your blood. He narrowed his eyes to the incision. You knelt down to your duffle and pulled out your field kit. You grabbed a dose of pain killer and brought the injector up to the wound site. You pressed the mechanism and the needle stabbed you quickly injecting the medicine. You rolled your shoulder and replaced the bacta patch seeing the wound turning to a simple line. Soon it would be gone in a few hours. 

“So?” You looked at the tall sniper. 

He lifted a brow. 

You crossed your arms, “Your apology?” 

He snorted and stood up straight before walking past you. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled before stepping back out into the hallway and disappearing. 

You sighed knowing that was all you’re going to get from the grumpy soldier. Whatever, you’d take it. 

~~~

The shower that followed was worth it. You had never felt so clean in your few years in this universe. The piping hot water cleansed you of three standard months of sweat, bomb residue, and blood. You scrubbed and scrubbed until your skin flared red before you stepped out of the shower to get ready. Throwing on your favorite civvies and some makeup, you quickly dried your hair before throwing on your regulation boots. Grabbing your com and a few credits. You practically skipped out of your apartment making a beeline for 79’s. You couldn’t wait to catch up with your old friends.

When you arrived, you heard an uproar of men yelling your name. You looked over to see Fives, Jesse, Kix, and the others wave you over. 

“Tiny!” You got tackled by Fives. He put you in a headlock and ruffled your hair despite your cries. You shoved him off of you knowing he must have scented you in the process. 

“Ugh! Fives you reek.” You scrunched your nose smelling the alpha on him it was stronger then usual.

“Sorry tiny.” He laughed rubbing the back of his neck, “We gotta get our implants replaced too.” 

You shook your head and plopped down in the booth next to Kix with a laugh. He shoved the snack plate in your face continuing his conversation with another soldier to his right. You were starving and started munching down on the mantell mix.

“Hope that wont be a problem kid.” Rex smiled at you. 

You just yanked your collar down to show them the patch, “All good captain.” 

That made them relax. The 501st is many things, but they were always chivalrous towards you. Being their favorite omega and all, they had always taken a very protective stance with you. None of them tried anything and they had always kept away the creeps. You were thankful for their protection. 

Your current hoard of alphas though, you didn’t really know where you stood with them. They kind of pretended like you weren’t there. You quickly realized they weren’t used to working with strangers, and an omega of all things. At first they treated you like a fragile little thing. Like they were worried they’d step on you. They couldn’t help but stare. You didn’t really blame them. Eventually it wore off and they seemed to become a bit more comfortable with your presence. Until it became normal. Except Crosshair, he never seemed to warm up to you and kept you at arms length. 

“So how’s your new unit?” Fives asked sounding a bit jealous. 

You giggled, “They’re.. nice.” 

They all looked at you. 

“What?” You shrunk under their looks. Even Rex stared. 

“Nice?” Jesse laughed. 

“That’s not exactly the word I’d use.” Rex raised a brow, “You’re okay, right kid?” 

You opened your mouth in shock, “Guys I’m okay. I swear.”

They visibly relaxed. 

“Look, it took some getting used to. I don’t think they’ve ever been around strangers before they’re very close. Clearly. Eventually they warmed up. Except the sniper. I think he might actually not like me.” 

Fives just scoffed, “It’s because your’e hot cyar’ika”

Jesse punched him in the stomach. Fives doubled over and everyone at the table grumbled at him. You just felt your cheeks burn up and you hid behind Kix’s shoulder. 

“Fives…” Rex sighed. 

“What?” He choked out, “I’m just saying. I don’t think those defects have been anywhere near a woman much less an omega. Aye!” He blocked Jesse’s punch again. 

“What omega?” You heard a gruff voice approach. 

It was Commander Wolffe and the pack still in uniform. Rex got up and clapped him on the shoulder getting him settled in. He placed his helmet on the table and peered over at you. 

“I don’t think we’ve met cyar’ika.” He grinned at you showing off his scar and grey iris. 

You felt your heart rate increase under his intense stare. You could tell this alpha was seasoned, first generation from the looks of him. You were certain that if you didn’t have your implant, you'd be keening for his attention. Instead, you submissively lowered your gaze and leaned into Kix a bit. He wrapped an arm around you and looked up at the Commander, saying, “This is Y/N; we call her Tiny.” He shook you playfully, adding, “She used to be our medic. Now she’s with the 99’s.”

Wolffe let out a low whistle. “The 99’s? Must be exciting. Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, extending a hand, which you took, giving it a good shake. His calloused fingers lingered a bit as he ran them over your soft knuckles.

Looking up at him from beneath your lashes, you said, “Nice to meet you, Commander,” giving him a polite smile.

He smiled back, clearly pleased with your attention. Oh, he liked you, you thought to yourself. He then gently released your hand and turned to his men. “Let’s get a round of drinks. We’re off for quarterly’s!”

His men let out a whooping shout, and the waitress took down their orders. The pack quickly became rowdy, opting for roughhousing with each other and the shinies. After a long while of dodging his gaze and eating the food Kix placed in front of you, you decided you needed a cold glass of water and squeezed out from under Kix’s arm. The stench of so many alphas was starting to become too much, even with the implant. You were praying they couldn’t smell the nervousness on you.

Walking up to the bar, the woman smiled at you. She recognized you, as you usually spent your time with the boys when you were off. She gave you a little wave and bounced over, asking what you wanted.

“Just water for me,” you smiled. She smiled back and went to fill up your glass.

“What’s a pretty little omega doing in a place like this?” a shiny walked up to you, placing himself uncomfortably close to your back. You turned, facing him square on. Despite all clones being created as alphas, this one was young and stupid. Your omega instincts told you he’d be a weak mate. You noticed the lack of markings and scratches on his armor. He’s barely seen anything, you realized.

“I’m here with my friends,” you replied curtly, taking the glass of ice water from the bartender with a nod. You went to move away, but he caught your arm in a tight grip. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to assert his dominance and stop you from leaving. You just looked at his hand and then up to his face.

“I wasn’t done with you… omega,” he leered, leaning forward to run his nose closer to your scent glands. Your heart rate increased for all the wrong reasons. Fear started to creep up inside you the longer he had his hands on you. Now you wished Fives had scented you for real. 

“Why are you messing with my medic?” 

You stiffened. 

Hunter’s smokey voice cut through the music of the club making your entire spine tingle. Hunter had used his Alpha tone making you tremble in spot. The shiny suddenly looked up eyes going wide. He quickly released you and saluted Hunter.“Sorry Seargant. I didn’t know she was yours.” 

“Hmm” Hunter dismissed him and grabbed you by the same arm the shiny had just moments ago, except this time the touch didn’t feel dangerous. Instead it made your stomach flip. He’d never touched you unless it was for medical purposes. You couldn’t help the little preen inside you bubbling up. Alpha Protects. He lead you past the shiny and over to an empty booth in the back of the club. You could hear Layla’s voice ringing in your head. She’d be eating this up right now. You prayed your pheromones didn’t give you away.

He finally let you go when you reached the booth waiting for you to slide in. You immediately missed the warmth of his bare hand. You realized they were all in their civvies, well except tech, he still had his helmet near by. The rest of them slid into the booth following suit. 

“She’s smells like Regs.” Wrecker crinkled his nose. Between, Fives, Kix, and the shiny you knew you reeked.

“Sorry.” You mumbled taking a sip of your water still a little pissed with them.

“You okay pip?” Hunter asked looking you in the eyes. You suddenly shied away from his gaze looking down at his shirt collar nodding. His eyes were too intense. You usually didn’t have a problem, but you were still trebling from the effects of his voice lingering. 

“Did something happen?” Tech asked from around Hunter’s shoulder. 

“I’m alright. Just a dumb shiny.” You felt like you were being suffocated by their stares. 

They laughed a bit at that. 

“Okay, I can’t take it anymore.” Wrecker shoved you under his arm and rubbed his scent all over you. You coughed and sputtered trying to shove him away but it was no use. Crosshair rolled his eyes.

“Alright Wrecker enough.” Hunter sighed looking down at you drowning in alpha, “She’s covered.” 

“Ugh.” You tried to straightening out your hair and top a bit, “Easy next time big guy. I think every alpha for a mile can smell me now.” 

He just gleamed. You couldn’t help but be a bit grateful. It seems like everyone was due for an updated implant. The smells were getting to be out of control. No one would come near you now. Even the rough housing seemed to be a little aggressive than usual. They had asked you about the wolf pack but you just shrugged watching their rough housing turn into full on brawls.

The boys continued talking about something random that Tech had info dumped about and Wrecker of course was confused. You continued to sip on your ice water before you heard your name being called. You popped your head up from the booth to find Fives looking for you. You sighed and put your cup down. Part of you didn’t want to go back because of the attention the commander was giving you, but the other part of you wanted to spend some time with Rex and the boys. Damn these alphas. 

Opting to stay where you were, Fives and the boys decided to come over towards you. Knowing this was probably going to go badly, you shrunk into the booth. Hunter eyed you before he heard Crosshair snarl. A large group of Regs came trotting over to come socialize like a bunch of drunk pups. They all pulled up chairs and surrounded the booth with their rambunctiousness. 

“Where’d you go Tiny?” Jesse was sloshed. Leaning over Fives who was barely holding himself together. 

“Tiny, did you see the way the commander was looking at you?” Fives shoved Jesse off of him, “I think he’s trying to-” he jiggled his brows suggestively at you and you just shook your head and wanted to melt into the table. Please not this. Not with my commanding officer present. Not my very hot commanding officer present. You wanted to slap Layla why did she have to start putting these thoughts into your head. 

“Commander Wolffe?” Tech asked for clarification. 

Fives just nodded taking another big sip from his cup.

“Someone shoot me.” You covered your face you were too sober for this conversation. You could feel Crosshairs smirk from across the table.

“Awh pip.” Wrecker just grabbed you again and shook you around, “The Commander thinks you’re prettyyyy.” 

Fives and Jesse giggled. Hunter and the others just looked uncomfortable. Obviously they weren’t the most social, nor playful. This was just embarrassing. Your only comfort was Wrecker. He was always the nicest anyways. You just tucked yourself into his side forgetting his betrayal earlier. 

“The Commander wants to rut with Y/N?” Tech asked. 

“Maker.” You wanted to dissipate into thin air.

“Mhmm.” Jesse and Fives nodded with cheesy grins, “she gave him the eyes.” 

You scoffed, “I did not!” 

“Yeah you did!” Fives giggles. He then looked at Jesse and re-enacted the whole scene dramatically, “It’s nice to meet you commander.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Jesse and held his hand. You groaned and put your head down on the table. 

“I need a drink.” You whimpered not able to take the teasing.

“Is that wise?” Tech chimed in, “You just had your implant replaced. It’s advised to not drink for the first 24 hours or else it may be ineffective.” 

“Kriff.” You sighed. 

“And that’s my cue to come rescue Tiny.” Kix interjected and yanked you up from the booth taking you far away from this painfully awkward conversation. You thanked him profusely letting him guide you.

“You’re nervous when you’re sober.” He laughed walking over to the dance floor with you. 

“I’m nervous because of my Sergeant.” You whisper in his ear. He just gives you a questionable look. You laugh and shake your head, “A friend of mine said something today and I can’t get it out of my stupid omega head.” 

“Oh?” He raised a brow dancing to the beat. 

“Shut up.” You laughed praying Hunter couldn’t hear you over the yelling and music, “They also don’t like the “Regs,” you shook your head. 

“Well I know why.” He replied spinning you around. 

“Why?” You asked swaying to the beat. 

“Everyone was so mean to them growing up. Kids are horrible you know. But because they’re different they definitely dealt with a lot during training days.” Kix informed you. Suddenly everything made sense. Especially why Crosshair can’t seem to socialize with Regs to save his life. 

“Plus, the Captain decked the sniper on Skako Minor.” Kix said cheekily. 

You dropped your jaw, “Rex?” You couldn’t believe it. There’s no way level headed Rex lost it with Crosshair.

“Oh yeah.” He laughed, “They got into it while trying to find Echo.” 

“No way.” You couldn’t believe it. While dancing you peered over at the table to find the four 99’s watching you completely ignoring the drunk shenanigans from the 501st boys. The only one interacting was Echo. You could tell there was a part of him that missed his brothers. They continued to drink and talk amongst themselves while you and Kix danced on the floor. Some of the other 501st boys joined you before linking up with pretty omegas vying for their attention. Clearly their interests were else where.

You definitely didn’t miss the way the Commander seemed to be unable to take his eyes off of you from his chair. You chose to ignore him. 

An alpha like that could send you into heat with or without an implant. You however had a job to do, and being stuck in his bed for a week wouldn’t suffice. The mortification of even thinking about returning to the Marauder after that. You couldn’t even go there. Crosshair would literally never let you hear the end of it. He might shove you out of the airlock when you weren’t expecting it. 

Kix seemed to be reading your mind and elected to giggle. You slapped him on the arm and he feigned injury. Just then, you noticed the Commander stand and seemingly decide to come your way. Feeling there to flee, you quickly hugged Kix and made a dart for the door. Grabbing your comm you let the boys know you’d be returning to your apartment but to your dismay, Hunter replied…

“Don’t bother we just got special orders. We’re shipping out tonight.” He sounded tired. So much for shore-leave.

“Ugh.” You whined turning to the taxi waiting by the club entrance. You put your comm away in your pocket and fished around for a few credits ignoring the way the cool evening air chilled your skin.

“Something wrong Cyar’ika?” The gruff voice you were dreading came from behind you. Damn your omega tendencies. You turned keeping your eyes lowered. 

“Everything is alright Commander.” You replied sweetly, “I just got informed my break has been cut short. We ship out again tonight.” 

He sighed stepping forwards and placed his pointer finger under your chin to tilt your head up. You nearly whimpered looking into his scarred eye. Alpha’s strong. Alpha likes you. Alpha smells good. Really good. You wanted to whine when his eye zeroed in on yours. He wanted your eyes on him that was for certain. Maybe a breakout heat with the Commander wouldn’t be too bad…

“Well if you ever need anything you let me know, yeah?” The Commander smiled wolfishly at you and released you. You took a deep breath and took a step back and nodded your head. 

“Y/N?” You heard Tech’s call come to your rescue, “Do you need a ride?” 

You grabbed your comm and quickly responded with shaking hands, “Yeah that would be nice thank you Tech.” 

It wasn’t long until their speeder arrived and you turned back to the Commander who had no issue walking you over to your unit. You could tell by Hunter skeptical glance that he was trying to figure out the situation. The Commander passed you over to your men and have you a nod before putting his helmet back on and walking back into the club. 

“What was that about?” Hunter asked with a raised brow. 

“I really don’t want to talk about it.” You shook your head and practically dove into the speeder. 

“Did the Commander proposition you?” Tech asked pushing his glasses back up. 

You squeaked and hid in the backseat. 

“Stop bothering her.” Echo shook his head. Thank the maker for Echo. 

“It was a harmless question.” Tech justified, “As we were talking about his strange attentions earlier and Y/N’s even more unordinary response according to the Regs.” 

You looked out the window of the speeder at the endless city below, “I’m going to jump.” You half joked. 

“Tech please drop it.” Echo implored, “You’re making her uncomfortable… and me.” 

“It’s just biological responses.” Tech grumbled into his data pad, “Nothing to be embarrassed about.” 

You sighed. This was going to be another long mission, and then you were going to take it upon yourself to insure you got a vacation. Hopefully there was something Rex could do to get you some time off for real this time far away from all of these men. 

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This part one, I'll be posting regularly to this story, I hope y'all enjoy!

#bad batch #abo #abobadbatch #smut #fanfic #hunter #crosshair #wrecker #tech #echo #501st #cloneforce99 #79's #star wars #clonewars

[cightnourt]

"Dan, give me the invitation back." "Ah ah. No. She's kidding. Look at her, she's kidding." "NOW."

Night Court - S02E22

#i have this vague abo fic idea #where dan's an alpha #but doesn't advertize it #and everyone is convinced he can't be one #since he's so pathetic #(and there's 80's sexism against abo genders as well) #night court #night court 1984 #dan fielding #john larroquette

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where Changbin gets a little too "big dumb alpha." And Minho puts him in his place.

Or the tenth installment of the SKZ!Pack Prequel Series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, SKZ!Pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!skz, ot8, skz x you, skz x reader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, pack!prequel, SKZ!pack prequel series, a/b/o, omvegaverse, alpha beta omega, bang chan, lee minho, hwang hyunjin, seo changbin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios

Genre: Fluff, Light Smut

Title: Imitation as a form of Flattery, Exhibition as a form of Punishment

After the pack gets back from the cabin, Changbin doesn’t leave your side. 

(“Oh my god, (Y/N). Are you okay? I’m so sorry, baby girl. I’m never leaving you again-” 

“I’m fine. Really.” You note the darkening hickies bruising the other alpha’s neck with a smirk as you take a sip of your water bottle. “You, however, look a little worse for wear. Have fun?” 

Jisung passes you on his way to the bedroom, bag slung over his shoulder, and offhandedly remarks, “Minho-hyung likes to bite.”

You promptly choke on your mouthful of water.

“What?”  

Changbin goes beet red. 

Minho appears then, his own suitcase in his hands, and pats Changbin’s ruddy cheek a little too roughly to be considered affectionate with his open palm, full lips curving upward into an entirely too smug smirk. 

“I can’t help it if MuscleHead here likes to bottom. Isn’t that right, princess?” 

You cough so hard that Hyunjin looks concerned that you’ll die, patting your back from a safe distance away.)

And so, when the other alpha insists he’s going along with you to your study group at the library that weekend, you sigh, setting your bookbag down with a heavy thump, silently apologizing to your offended laptop, as you shoot him an exasperated, tired, desperate look. 

“Bin, I swear, I’ll be fine-” 

“I’m going.” He crosses his arms over his chest and stares you down, and the smell of smoke heightens. 

You sigh again and rake a hand through your hair. 

You expected it, sure, but you’d thought you could talk him out of it. 

Maybe. 

“You’re going to be so bored, dude. We’re just gonna be talking about cell mitosis for hours on end and there won’t even be any snacks because we’re all too poor to even afford coffee-” 

“(Y/N).” Changbin says your name dangerously, alpha timber creeping into his tone, and your wolf flattens its ears, even as you stand strong. His eyes flash warningly, golden. “I’m going.” 

You huff an angry breath and sling your backpack onto your shoulder, grabbing your keys as you yank open the door, a little bit harder than necessary, just to make a point. 

You could chalk his sudden possessiveness and protectiveness up to your recent unexpected rut without him, your still lingering hormones, and a little bit of shit biology, accept it, and adjust until it passed, but where was the fun in that? 

You needed to make him miserable. Just a little bit. 

“Fine. Come on. We’re gonna be late.” 

*******

When you walk into the library, Changbin in tow, you haven’t said a word the entire bus ride over. 

Silent treatment may be immature, but hey, it gets the point across right? 

Unluckily for you, Changbin was right at home in comfortable-and uncomfortable-silence. 

Damn him. 

He strolls behind you without a care in the world, eyes sharp as they scan the quiet that is the library on a long weekend, and idly hums a song you don’t recognize beneath his breath. 

You try to ignore the scent of smoke lingering on your clothes. 

“Hey, (Y/N)!” A voice calls out, and you glance to your left to see Yeosang waving wildly at you from a corner table, a giant, goofy grin on his pretty features. “Over here!” 

Behind you, Changbin ceases humming and a low growl rumbles in the back of his throat. 

“Seriously?” You turn to face him, walking backward a few steps, as you hold his gaze with an exasperated, pointed glare. “Yeosang and Seungmin are the furthest thing from dangerous.” 

Changbin shrugs, eyes glancing past you to the waiting forms of your friends. 

“Can’t be too cautious.” 

“Yeah. You can.” You counter back sourly beneath your breath, turning to walk forward again, muttering quieter so the alpha behind you doesn’t hear. “You’re doing it right now.” 

“Hey guys.” You pull out a chair at the table, dutifully ignoring Changbin as he sits down heavily beside you without a word, and reach into your backpack for your laptop. 

The two men at the table glance over at the stoic alpha curiously, but neither of them asks any questions. 

“Oh.” You roll your eyes, pulling out your notebook and pen, waving the writing utensil at your boyfriend. “Guys, this is Changbin.” A wave of the pen in their direction now. “Changbin, this is Yeosang and Seungmin.” 

“Pleasure.” Changbin says flatly, without ever taking his gaze from you. 

“Right.” Seungmin replies blankly, sitting back in his chair, as he stares at Changbin beside you. “The creepy stalker guy.” 

Changbin immediately looks over to the beta, offense flashing across his features. 

“Okay, first off, I didn’t stalk her-” “Pretty close.” You mutter, biting back a smirk, as you crack open your textbook. 

Changbin shoots you a glare, and then turns back to Seungmin, expressionless and silent, regarding him from across the table. 

“Secondly, how did you know about that-?” 

Seungmin’s lips curl into what could be considered the start of a smile. 

“He was here. The night I caught sight of you in the library.” You sigh out, trying to lean over and copy Yeosang’s notes, as the other alpha purposefully places his hand in your way. You sit back in frustration. “You’ll be happy to know, he told me I was batshit crazy by the way.” 

 “You sounded crazy.” Seungmin shrugs, and the scent of warm, gingered citrus strengthens momentarily with the motion. 

“Yeah you did.” Yeosang snorts, and you turn your glare on him. 

“You weren’t even here.” 

“Yeah, but Minnie told me about it and I thought you’d finally lost your marbles for good.” 

“I didn’t stalk her-” Changbin repeats with tired irritation, rubbing at the bridge of his nose, as if he has an oncoming headache. 

“Whatever you say, stalker boy.” 

“Yeah, sounds like something a stalker would say.” 

You bite back a laugh as Changbin stares down Seungmin and Yeosang helplessly from across the table, before he finally glances at you, and you try not to point out the twitching muscle in his jaw. 

“Can I talk to you for a second?” 

You roll your eyes, but heave yourself up from your chair regardless, shooting the two men still seated at the table an annoyed and openly exasperated look as Changbin practically drags you away. 

“Okay, okay, release, boy.” You say, only half teasing, as Changbin maneuvers the two of you around several bookshelves and into a corner out of ear shot. 

His fingers loosen on your wrist, and you rub at the rapidly reddening skin offhandedly. 

“Good boy.” 

Judging by the dark look in Changbin’s eyes, he’s in no mood to play along with your games. 

You decide to play the innocent route. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“What’s wrong?” Changbin huffs out, hard, through his nose, and reaches up to run an agitated hand through his dark hair. 

You try to ignore the way the motion makes his bicep ripple. 

“You told your study buddies that I stalked you?” 

“I mean-” You shrug, trying not to cough as the smell of campfire grows stifling. “-you kinda did. But it’s a funny story to tell now, right?” 

Changbin doesn’t even crack a smile, and you feel your wolf start to cower a little in the face of the obviously irritated alpha. 

“Binnie. C’mon.” 

You try the soothing tactic now, reaching out to gently curl your fingers around his forearm, stroking them down across his knuckles in a repetitive motion, pushing out a wave of calming wisteria laced pheromones. 

“I was just teasing. And so were they. I promise no one really thinks you’re a stalker.” 

The same muscle in Changbin’s jaw ticks once more, and he snaps his teeth in agitation, canines clicking in a way that has you wanting to bare your throat. 

You resist the urge. If only barely. 

The campfire is turning into a raging bonfire. 

You backtrack a little, fingers tightening slightly around his wrist. 

“Listen, I know this whole ‘unscheduled rut while you were all away’ thing has put you kind of on edge, so maybe we should just go home and-” 

“No.” Changbin says forcefully, cutting you off, and you bite your tongue, as he breathes in, deeply, just once, before he says again, calmer this time, the gold fading slightly from his eyes, “No. It’s fine. You need to study. I can control myself.” 

You stare at him, counting the seconds as the smoke slowly begins to fade, and then he forcibly relaxes his jaw, offering you the hint of a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, before he encourages softly, “C’mon. Let’s go back.” 

His fingers intertwine with yours, and you feel yourself relax for the moment, if only a little. 

“They’re really nice, you know. And incredibly smart. I promise once you get to know them, your wolf will have no more qualms whatsoever.” 

Changbin looks thoughtful as you slowly make your way back to the table, his eyes scanning the book shelves as you walk. 

“He’s cute.” 

You stop walking in shock, and Changbin makes it a point not to look at you as you stare at him with open incredulousness. 

“What? Who? Yeosang?” You realize you’re vomiting useless information at this point, but the conversation has swerved so quickly that you’re not sure you’ve entirely kept up. “Hate to break it to you, but he already has a pack and they’re all way out of our league-” 

“No.” Changbin offers you a raised eyebrow over his shoulder, as he pulls you into walking once more. “Not that one.” 

You try hard not to stumble over your own feet. 

“Seungmin.” 

You choke on your own spit, and try to silence your ensuing coughing fit as a group of freshmen at a nearby table shoot you dirty looks. 

“Seungmin?” 

Changbin nods, grinning now, and the smell of smoke is no longer itching your nose, instead now coating your thoughts and making them comfortably hazy. 

“Yeah. Seungmin.” Changbin repeats, slower this time, as if to help you keep up. 

You don’t appreciate the gesture. 

He shrugs as your table comes back into view, and the man in question appears, head bent studiously over a book. 

“You can’t tell him though. Because if he knows, then how will I stalk him?” 

His joke catches you off guard, but he’s grinning widely, eyes bright, even as you smack him square in the chest loudly in retaliation. 

“Stalker.” 

“Tattletale.” 

“I’m gonna feed you to Minho.” 

“I’d love to see you try.” 

********

Contrary to the lightheartedness that night in the library, and even with the glimpse of the old Changbin just within reach, things do not improve. 

And so, by the time you’ve finished your fifth class of the day, and Changbin has walked you to the bus stop and back to the apartment, (Seriously, doesn’t this guy have his own classes to attend?), you can’t take it any more, flopping down with a groan on Minho and Jisung’s couch, even as said alpha heads silently to the bathroom. 

At least that’s one place he hasn’t dared to follow you. 

Yet. 

“What’s up, buttercup?” Jisung glances up from the video game he’s playing at the sound of your long sigh, dark eyes wide, headphones adorably askew atop his mop of messy black hair. 

You groan again and throw a hand over your eyes. 

“Changbin. He’s driving me crazy.” 

“Ah.” Jisung tsks, like he knows exactly what you’re talking about-and he probably does-already turning back to his video game. “Still following you around, huh?” 

“Yes.” You whine out, a little too loudly, and Jisung reaches out to pat you sympathetically on the thigh. “It’s like, god, seriously? I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Rut is long over, I took care of it, let it go, man.” 

“He can’t.” Jisung replies automatically, and you peek at him from between your fingers, but his gaze is focused on the television, the tip of his tongue between his lips in concentration. 

It’s adorable. 

“He can’t, because he wasn’t here to take care of it.” 

You stew that over in silence for a moment, the sounds of the video game loud over Jisung’s headphones, and then you sigh, annoyed, and cover your face with your hands once more. 

“Sometimes you’re incredibly smart, and it’s incredibly annoying, do you know that?” 

“I know.” Jisung quips back, and you can hear the grin in his voice even without looking at him. “Hyung tells me that all the time.” 

“Tells you what all the time?” 

Minho’s voice pulls you back from the brink of self pity, and you manage to dig yourself out of the wallowing long enough to meet his gaze as he sits down on the opposite end of the couch from you, tapping your calf to tell you silently to move your feet. 

You do so, and he settles comfortably into the embrace of the worn cushions, tapping you once more to tell you to put your legs back, and you let them drop gratefully, cradled in the warmth of Minho’s lap. 

“That I’m a genius.” Jisung replies, pushing buttons violently on the controller like it’s a contest and he’s winning. 

“Those words have never once left my lips.” Minho deadpans drily, his long fingers curving around your shins now, hands warm even through the fabric of your pants. 

“Minho.” You try, voice creeping into a wheedle now as the other alpha directs his gaze to you. “Changbin’s driving me crazy.” 

“She’s gonna kill him.” Jisung offers helpfully from his spot somewhere on the floor. 

“I don’t see the problem with that.” 

The sound of the bathroom door shutting down the hall has your wolf pricking its ears, even as you groan and bury your face in your hands once more. 

Changbin appears then, you know without looking, know because of the heavy step of his sneakers, the sudden intense tang of smoke that fills the room, the way Jisung suddenly stops smashing buttons like his life depends on it. 

A growl fills the room. 

You tense up, and you feel the way Minho’s fingers curl protectively around your shin, a little tighter, a little more bite as his nails dig into your skin. 

“Did you just growl at me?” 

The cool, dangerous tone to the other alpha’s voice makes you want to whimper, but you bite your lip and manage to peek out from behind your fingers. 

Changbin looks suitably apologetic, scuffing his sneaker in the doorway now, avoiding Minho’s menacing glare, metaphorical ears pinned. 

“Sorry, hyung. I don’t know what-” 

“This has gone on long enough.” Minho states firmly, abruptly standing from the couch, tossing your legs aside and making you yelp. “Come with me. Both of you.” 

When you both do nothing but stare at him, he pointedly sweeps his gaze between the two of you, gold flaring warningly in the depths of his irises. 

His voice drops threateningly into the growl of alpha timber.

“Now.” 

Jisung whines and you push yourself up from the couch, moving so quickly to obey the commanding alpha’s bidding that you stumble over your own feet. 

Changbin doesn’t meet Minho’s fiery gaze as you both trail reluctantly after him to the bedroom. 

Once the door has clicked shut and been locked with a final, sort of menacing sound, Minho turns to look at you, expression fierce, lips pulled into a stern line. 

“Sit.” He points at Changbin, standing apprehensively beside the bed, and then moves his finger to the desk chair in the corner. “Now.” 

Changbin sits. 

Minho watches silently, expression unreadable, and then he takes a step in the sitting alpha’s direction, slow and deliberate. 

“Listen to me carefully.” His voice is quiet, steady, and all the more terrifying because of it, as he continues to converge on the other alpha, like a predator moving in on cornered prey. “You’re going to sit there-just sit, nothing else-and watch me take what’s yours.” 

Nervousness bubbles into the pit of your stomach, but you can’t bring yourself to move, standing silently, frozen, beside the bed, watching the scene before you unfold. 

Minho taps a long, commanding finger beneath Changbin’s jaw, and the other alpha reluctantly meets his swirling, golden gaze. 

“Now tell me, word for word, what alpha asked you to do.” 

Changbin swallows, you see it in the way his Adam's apple bobs violently, and then he parts his lips, his voice wavering as he repeats back roughly, “I’m going to sit. Nothing else.” 

“That’s right.” Minho nods approvingly, removing his finger from beneath Changbin’s chin now. “Good boy.” 

And then, he turns his predatory gaze on you, and you feel all the breath leave your lungs. 

Everything inside of you is molten-hot and lava and boiling-beneath Minho’s half lidded gaze. 

The spiciness of amber coats your tongue and the tang of smoke scorches your throat. 

“(Y/N). Get on the bed.” 

It’s a stern, firm command, but it doesn’t leave you chafing, no, instead, you rush to comply, your wolf tripping over itself in its almost dazed hurry to please alpha. 

Traitor. 

Minho straddles you, and a smirk crosses his full, pink lips as he stares down at you, something smug coming across his pretty features. 

You swallow down the anticipation clawing its way up your throat.

“Already trembling, sweetheart? Are we that excited, hm?” 

“It’s cold.” You quip back immediately, brat rearing its ugly head at Minho’s condescending teasing. “I didn’t bring a jacket.” 

“Mm.” Minho makes a sort of low, humming sound in the back of his throat, and the gold in his eyes flashes as his fingers find the hem of your shirt. “I hate to break it to you then, sweetheart, but it’s only gonna get worse.”

 His fingers tap your hip bone, cool and insistent against your bare skin, and motions almost lazily to the clothes you wear. 

“Off.” 

You do as you’re told. 

“Pretty.” Minho remarks, cocking his head, studying you openly as he lets his gaze slip across your body. 

You feel exposed, but in a pleasant sort of way, as if your skin is zapping with electricity, eager for what comes next. 

Minho continues his perusal of you, letting his eyes wander, but not actually touching you, not yet. 

It takes everything in you to bite your tongue and not let your wolf whimper for his touch. 

“She’s pretty, don’t you think?” Minho says again, offhandedly this time, and it takes you a moment to work out that he’s talking to Changbin now, glancing over his shoulder at the other alpha with a searing smirk. 

Changbin manages a jerky nod, and his fingers clench around the base of the chair in a fruitless effort of control. 

“However, I think-” Minho muses, looking like he’s enjoying this a little too much, leaning into your space now, his fingers ghosting over the outline of your jaw. “-she’d be even prettier if I left a few marks, hm?” 

Your stomach clenches pleasantly as he leans closer, eyes swirling, and lets his lips brush across the sensitive skin beneath your ear. 

The scent of amber whirls now, clouding and hazing your thoughts into a comfortable numbness. 

Changbin whines-he whines-you’ve never heard a sound like that out of him before-low and desperate in the back of his throat-but Minho ignores him doggedly, continuing to let his lips ghost down the column of your throat and across your scent gland. 

Your breath hitches, and Minho notices, a pleased look coming into his eyes. 

“Jisungie told you I’m fond of biting, yes?” Minho lets his gaze trace down the path his lips have just taken, lingering at the hollow of your throat, as his fingers-cool and confident-come up to trace the divots of your collarbone in an almost thoughtful way, his eyes dark. “You have the perfect skin for marks, sweetheart. I can feel it, like an ache in my teeth.” 

“Maybe you should stop talking and do it then.” You challenge, impatient, your muscles trembling beneath his weight, your wolf pacing with irritation now. 

Minho chuckles. “Impatient are we?” 

You know it’s rhetorical, because the way your body and wolf are reacting to his own is almost embarrassing and definitely all the proof he needs. 

Minho leans over and with a flash of movement, pins your wrists above your head. 

He comes in close, lips brushing your throat, and the sound of his canines clicking has your heart running a race in your chest. 

“Would you like to know another thing I’m fond of, sweetheart?” Minho asks softly, his breath fanning across your skin, warm and moist, his cool fingers finding purchase on your chin, keeping you right where he wants you. 

His eyes meet your own, and his lips curve upward into the start of a wicked smirk.

“Taking my time.” 

A whimper escapes past your lips before you can stop it as his nose brushes across your aching scent gland, and Changbin is up in a flash, chair squeaking, sneakers heavy on the floor. 

Minho immediately turns on the other alpha, eyes flashing with warning, teeth bared, though his expression hasn’t wavered in the slightest from the eerie calm of before. 

“Uh uh.” He tuts with a sigh, almost like a disappointed parent, as he points at Changbin and then the abandoned chair. “What did we say? You’re to sit. Nothing else.” 

Changbin stands there for a moment, clearly at war with himself, his wolf snapping in the recesses of his eyes, chest heaving, and then he clenches his fingers into fists and takes a step back, reluctantly lowering himself back into the waiting chair. 

Minho watches his every move, and when he’s settled again, he finally gives the other alpha a slight, approving nod. 

“Good boy.” 

Changbin growls-low and menacing-in the back of his throat, and Minho turns back to you with the start of a smirk, but his eyes are moltenous and deadly. 

“Now. Your rules, sweetheart, are simple.” Something wicked comes across his gaze, as he leans back into your space and draws one pointed fingertip up the line of your bare sternum, making you shiver. His gaze darkens. “You tell the naughty puppy sitting in the corner every last thing that I do to you-out loud and while they’re happening-are we understood?” 

You swallow, the fresh wave of amber making your thoughts foggy, and manage to nod. 

“No.” Minho catches your chin between his fingers firmly, holding you in place, and his eyes bore into your own. “Out. Loud.” 

You swallow again, and a campfire begins to blaze beneath everything else. 

“Yes, alpha. Understood.” 

“Good girl.” Minho praises in a low voice, and the words go straight and hot right to your core, and you resist the urge to squirm beneath him. He lets his gaze scan your face, slow and languid, and then he reaches up and parts your lips with the tip of his finger. “Although, it might be hard with my fingers in your mouth.” 

He lets his finger slide onto your tongue, pinning it beneath his hold, his skin already slick with your saliva, hot and wet, and then he casually thumbs the points of your canines. 

The give of his skin beneath your teeth makes your entire jaw ache. 

“Talk to him.” Minho commands in a low tone, and you swallow the pooling saliva in your mouth and try to form coherent thoughts to turn into words as Minho slides his finger back out of your mouth and down the skin of your throat. 

When you don’t immediately speak, Minho leans over you, a dangerous smirk dancing across his lips, eyes whirling with heat, and his lips brush across the shell of your ear as he murmurs in something close to a growl, “Let me help you out there, sweetheart. Tell him how wet you already are. I know, because I can smell it on you.” 

“I’m-” You manage to get out, but the words die off into a sharp intake of breath as Minho lets his fingers dip between your thighs. 

“Say it.” 

“I’m-” You try once more, and it's getting hard to focus again, Minho’s fingers and his tongue and his body on top of yours making your thoughts scattered, the strong, spicy scent of amber coating the inside of your brain and your throat with every breath, every swallow, you manage to take. “-wet. Really wet, alpha.” 

“Good girl.” Minho purrs, and rewards you with another stroke of his fingers. 

The whine that leaves your lips is completely involuntary as Minho continues further, and the harsh exhale, followed by the rumble of a low, guttural growl, that emits from Changbin in the corner in reaction to your sound has your legs feeling more like jelly than they currently are. 

Smokiness begins to overtake the spice of bergamot. 

“Fuck, Minho.” Changbin lets out another sharp, harsh breath through his nose at the end of the curse, the sound of his ‘k’ staccato, as if he’s trying incredibly hard to control himself, and is nearly close to failing. “You’ve made your point. Knock it off already.” 

Minho glances at the other alpha in a bored way, as if only checking that he’s still sitting, and then slides his gaze back to you, pinned beneath him, at his mercy.

Something akin to wicked satisfaction seeps into the darkness of his gaze as he regards you thoughtfully. 

“Do you want me to stop, sweetheart?” 

 “No.” You immediately reply without thinking, a sudden edge of panic to your tone at the thought of Minho stopping. Your wolf is frenzied enough as it is at the brief pause, you can’t even begin to think about him removing his weight-or his fingers-from you now. “God no.” 

Minho smirks, smug and triumphant. 

“That’s what I thought.” 

Minho turns back to glance at Changbin then, his brow furrowed into a glare and his knuckles turning white as he grips the edges of the chair, and his cool expression doesn’t waver an inch in the face of the other currently furious alpha. 

“There you go. You’ve just heard it yourself, princess. So be a good boy, and give me a few minutes here, and then I’ll take care of you, hm? Don’t be impatient. You’ll get your turn. I’m many things, but I’m nothing if not always a fair and equal authoritarian.” 

Minho grins-sharp teeth and dangerous angles-before he turns back to you, and without another glance in Changbin’s direction, immediately proceeds to devolve you into a panting, sweaty, spent mess beneath his hands. 

When he’s thoroughly sure you’ve been taken care of-multiple times-he finally sits back, still straddling your hips, and lets out a long, slow breath, reaching up to run fingers through his barely mussed hair, before he lets his half lidded, molten gaze slide across to Changbin. 

The other alpha’s jaw clenches as he grits his teeth, engaging him silently in the stare down for dominance. 

Minho tilts his head, as if in slight acquiescence, and lets his gaze slide down the length of Changbin’s body, before he lingers on the current tightness of his jeans, a smirk coming once again across the full bow of his upper lip.

Minho removes his body from your own then, and you whine at the loss, but he merely chuckles, almost fondly, and pats your head while sliding off the bed. 

“Sorry, sweetheart.” His dark gaze slides once more back to Changbin, the other alpha still glaring, even though the sudden arousal in the smokiness of his scent gives him away, and you all know it. 

Minho’s smirk only grows wider, as he stalks toward the other alpha like a predator finally cornering its prey. 

Changbin doesn’t move. 

“But fair’s fair. Alpha’s gotta reward someone now for being a good boy, hm?” 

Minho takes the other alpha’s chin in his long, cool fingers, and taps the underside of his jaw in an almost lackadaisical, commanding sort of way, as if he already knows Changbin is going to do whatever he asks of him. 

It’s incredibly hot. 

“Open up, princess.” Minho’s irises swirl fiery gold and his teeth flash into a wicked, pointed grin. “But stay in the chair.” 

********

“We’ve been over this. You really don’t have to come.” You sigh out, slinging your backpack over your shoulder, as you search-unsuccessfully-through the bowl beside the door for your keys. 

You huff another sound of annoyance, and then gratefulness, as Changbin appears beside you, pulling his cap down low over his eyes, your lost keys dangling from his outstretched fingers. 

He grins and cocks his head, watching as you place the keys safely into the zippered pocket of your backpack. 

“I know. But I’m gonna come anyway.” 

You snort out an unamused chuckle and reach into the closet for your own hat and jacket, shooting him an exasperated look over your shoulder. 

“Dude. Those nerds couldn’t hurt a fly if they tried.” 

“Oh, I know.” Changbin leans one shoulder against the wall as he watches you pull on your jacket, before readjusting the slope of your backpack on your shoulders. “I’m not coming to protect you. I’m just coming to see Seungmin again.” 

“Gross.” You wrinkle your nose and tug open the front door. “Do you guys really always have to flirt right in front of my Foreign Microorganisms and Where to Find Them homework?” 

“We’ve been over this.” Changbin chuckles, parroting your words from earlier, locking the door behind the two of you, as he follows closely on your heels down the stairs, sneakers slapping the cement. “When else am I supposed to see him?” 

“Dude.” You say in exasperation, as you round the corner to leave the apartment for the bus stop. “Ask him on a date or something. Like a normal person.” 

“We’ve also been over this too many times to count” Changbin playfully growls, slapping your ass and making you yelp, as he catches up to you and wraps an arm around your waist. “Don’t call me ‘dude’ when I literally had my tongue down your throat five minutes ago.” 

“.....Dude.” 

“I’m breaking up with you.” 

“No, you’re not.” 

“No. You’re right. I’m not.” 

************************************************************************

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[icantthinkofagoidusername]

Wangxian modern crime au where:

Lan Wangji, or Hanguang-jun, is a famous crime boss, and Yilling Laozu is said to be his 'worst enemy'.

But Wei Ying, Wei Wuxian, is an artist, boba shop owner, and the love of Lan Wangjis life. (That man has killed MANY people for this boy.)

Wei Wuxian does not know that Lan Zhan and Hanguang Jun are the same person. or, at least, he's not supposed to.

Wei Ying has one of the most powerful crime bosses, other than himself, wrapped around his finger, and he knows it. He swings his hips and bites his lips like he does not know what it does to people—to Lan Zhan, Hanguang-jun—like hes all innocent and couldn't possibly have killed most, if not all, of the Qishan Wen group single-handedly with his own kin.

#wangxian #wei ying #lan zhan #crime bosses au #i dont understand that au fully so it may be incorrect #this might ACTUALLY be smth ill turn into a fic! #SHOULD I MAKE IT OMEGAVERSE??? #I THINK I SHOULD MAKE IT OMEGAVERSE #I LOVE READING OMEGAS GOING WILD #ONE OF MY FAV ABO TROUPES #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #lan wangji #wei wuxian #WEI YING IN HEELS #mdzs crime boss au #IM ALSO GONNA PUT WEI YING IN A D R E S S #BC MY BABY DESERVES TO SLAY IN CLOTHES IN MY STEAD #both literally and figuratively

[only-1-a]

So, after not writing anything for like 5 years, my brain recently decided to spit out like 10 S and D Tier fics (coming to an ao3 near you soon). On the one hand, does anyone want to beta for me after I start cleaning them up? On the other hand, I need more canon references to “Jenny” as Alex’s ringtone now.

#s and d tier #lighthouseraiders #morgan sterling #alex stewart #the only finished one so far is the superhero sidekick one for the latest challenge #mexico will probably be done next week #i'm ashamed to admit i started two abo fics for them at work #and the rest are kind of in a pile

[g0rechan]

When I log onto to a big social media app only to see to people posting shit like:

“Omg did you know Shoujo Tsubaki is banned worldwide??!!!”

“Did u know the anime got a live action despite it being banned!?!1?2?2!???”

“Did you know people in Japan hated it so much that they destroyed tapes of it and that’s why it’s so hard to find??!!!1!1!”

#the only that gets me more annoyed than people not understanding it is people spreading misinformation abo it it #like no it isn’t banned everywhere and the live action isn’t adapted from the anime and just bc it was controversial doesn’t mean everyon #-ne in Japan hates it #like it literally has its own fan base and everything in Japan! #shoujo tsubaki #midori: shoujo tsubaki #mr. arashi's amazing freak show #midori: the camellia girl #ero guro #eroguro #anime #manga #90's anime #retro anime #anime horror #anime and manga #Japan #why do people gotta make shit up like damn #丸尾末広 #Suehiro Maruo #horror #disturbing

[sparkie96]

“Deal With the Devil: Birth of Nero” Chapter 9: “Resident Evil 4 Remake (Pt 5)

After some more finding, and fighting their way through the hordes of infected villagers, and the “Big Cheese”, Ashley and Leon were in a quiet spot, for now. Leon had to stop a couple of times, Nero practically demanding more food. Ashley pointed out that there were some chickens wandering around, knowing that they would feel bad about it later due to the fact that the chickens hadn’t fallen at the hands of the villagers, but would turn into chow for them and a baby demon.

So, after pitching a temporary camp, and Leon taking some eggs from the chicken coops instead, they managed to gather some supplies in order to cook the food. Leon made the fire after they both gathered the wood, Leon haphazardly making not the best scrambled eggs ever.

Nero turned in his stomach, Leon feeling a wave of nausea, not helping but to chuckle, “You’ll eat raw meat, parasites, and a snake, but eggs is where you’ll draw the line?”

Ashley raised a brow, but she too smiled, having gotten used to Leon talking aloud to the baby inside of him, “He’s not feeling scrambled eggs?”

”Nope.” Leon said with a pop of the “p”, “But, I’m hungry and I like scrambled eggs. He got to pick the other food we’ve both eaten, so now it’s my turn. Besides, raw eggs are where I’m drawing the line.” Ashley giggled as Leon shifted, though judging by the jerky motion and the look of surprise on his features, it had been an involuntary movement, “Hey! Don’t bully me.”

”He can do that?” Ashley asked, but then seemed to catch herself as Leon pulled the pan from the fire, “Well, obviously he can since he kind of possessed you at the cabin.”

Leon poked his own stomach, feeling something press back, Leon pouting, “Yeah. He’s certainly stubborn…though I don’t know if he gets that from his Dad or me.” He thought about it for a moment. “Probably me.”

#ao3feed #deal with a devil #Birth of Nero #chreon #vergilleon #leon s kennedy #nero devil may cry #ashley graham #bitores mendez #dante devil may cry #abo dynamics #resident evil #devil may cry #canon divergent au

[homosexual-fangs]

The idea of a bratty little puppyboy nipping and growling playfully at their owner and getting nothing to correct their behavior but a louder, more aggressive growl in response (maybe even being scruffed if they really deserve it) that immediately makes them shrink back, all meek now they've been put in their place. 🤤

Cishets/lesbians/detrans/TERFs fuck off

#S me #I am the bratty puppyboy #and maybe I wanna be put in my place #perhaps by an alpha... or something... i mean #I dunno 😳 #can you tell I read too much fuckin abo as a kid lmao #💓 #puppypl4y #my post

[mikrokosmcs]

-  —Entonces,  estaba  pensando  —  -una  sonrisa  pícara,  de  esas  que  solo  indicaban  problemas  para  todos,  se  dibujó  en  sus  labios.  Su  desayuno  preparado  por  el  alfa  humeaba  delicioso  frente  a  él,  la  barra  de  su  cocina  siempre  estaba  llena  cuando  Yeonho  cocinaba  para  los  dos,  desde  omelette  hasta  sopa  de  miso,  algunos  acompañantes  y  el  humeante  té.  -  —¿Sigue  en  pie  nuestra  salida  al  antro?  Dijiste  que  irías,  inclusive  invité  a  algunos  compañeros  de  la  universidad  y  si  deseas  sentirte  un  poco  más  cómodo  con  caras  conocidas,  puedo  invitar  a  Vi-ah  a  venir  con  nosotros  —  -Noah  era  un  poco  más  grande  que  el  otro,  pero  eso  no  le  impedía  ponerse  sus  sudaderas  —gracias  al  cielo,  ambos  usaban  ropa  más  holgada  en  casa—,  la  esencia  del  alfa  le  reconfortaba  y  le  hacía  sentir  cómodo,  la  propia  con  ese  dulzor  del  caramelo  y  las  almendras,  se  mezclaban  en  el  ambiente  del  departamento  compartido.  -  —Di  que  si  Yeonho,  tienes  que  salir,  conocer  gente,  divertirte. | @smileflowcr

#* ⠀ 🍒 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ dialogue ⠀ 、 ⠀ ❪ ⠀ kim noah ⠀ ❫ #* ⠀ 🍒 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ dynamic ⠀ 、 ⠀ ❪ ⠀ noah & yeonho ⠀ ❫ #smileflowcr #* ⠀ 🧁 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ verse ⠀ 、 ⠀ ❪ ⠀ abo⠀ ❫ #ehehe holiiii :3c <3 #no supe cual es su esencia así que la dejé open para que me digas #alsO OFC THEY'RE ALREADY SO MARRIED /SE MUERDE LA PATA #mi mamá me dio la vida y le abo las ganas de vivirla #s*

[theevangelion]

Alpha Daddy: Chapter II

The days passed. Friday came quickly, though Lena wouldn’t tonight. A night to settle and adjust and see if things felt comfortable seemed more appropriate, Kara wanted to get all of this as right as she could.

Sunset this high up in the city loomed burned orange through the windows, felt aesthetically pleasing in a way that superseded Kara’s ability to string words and explanations why, but the place laid in comfortable disarray like a penthouse doing its best impression of a loft, there were books stacked everywhere, paintings propped and leaned, mismatching antique furniture and restored brass furnishings and all of it sat bathed in terracotta dusk. A wave of honey dulcet quiet in the air. A Friday evening doing its best impression of Sunday afternoon.

All the dust in the air sat trapped and visible like it should, like one expects from hot early Autumn evenings and homes filled with antique brass and mismatching woods overlapping, and so without words to explain why it was all so quietly clean and exactly as it should be, everything felt right regardless, and Kara’s anxieties unwound from the day and took their thumb off tight muscles in her jaw.

Kara pottered around Lena’s place waiting for her to reappear from the shower. She disregarded conversations several blocks away and sirens that could cope without her tonight, fully aware Alex would call if help was needed, half-suspecting that her sister actually probably wouldn’t call at all.

Thinking about it, missile silos could fire nuclear bombs either direction. Alex would still insist she needed some semblance of an ordinary, normal twenty-something year old life—girlfriend included.

So Kara stood there mindless and blank headed, in her girlfriend’s kitchen but out of her body, listening to the running order of cabinets opening and closing in the bathroom, a peeled banana in one hand and a glass of cold white wine in the other. She wasn’t convinced the combination worked. Another bite followed by a sip confirmed her hypothesis. It didn’t stop her, she nibbled and sipped, expecting a different outcome each time, then wrinkling her nose and slapping her mouth from the taste.

It was thick with heat in the air, the warmth kicking out from vents that left sweat prickled on her back and awkward clinginess to her boxers, but Lena liked the place stifling, liked the grey boxers and the shape of her shaft, the sway, the bounce, the absence of tight panties that smoothed and hid away a part of her body that, no matter how many times Lena saw, she always looked then looked again with wide eyes.

It was sweet. It was textbook adorable baby girl behaviour, a clinical symptom of Lena’s softest layers of subspace stirring and nibbling at her bottom lip and slippering pretty panties wet and damp. Lena never liked to admit it, Kara always asked anyway.

“You look so pretty when you squeeze your thighs together. Does it always make you wet, or only when I wear the grey ones?” Kara beamed with quiet confidence and all the correct answers in her back pocket.

“I…” Lena laughed nervously and looked everywhere and anywhere. “I just…”

The blush always went cherry-coloured, and Lena would stutter and stumble and get so embarrassed she couldn’t speak. Around this point, Kara decided it wasn’t adorable or funny and put her out of her misery.

“It’s okay if you’re shy with explicit words. You can just say you like the grey ones, baby.”

The pandering got to her. Kara saw it clear as day when Lena’s jaw went tense, tight and clenching. She loved being managed so softly, she hated being managed so softly, and while the war was going on within her brain, Kara often reached down and briefly stroked her cock over the material of her boxers—adjusting herself a moment too long to be decent.

Something would change in Lena’s eyes.

It wasn’t the same as heat, not even close, it wasn’t frantic or cracked or so desperate that Lena ever looked as though she were fighting against her skin. But Lena would exhale softly between her little crimson lips, then wind the corner of her mouth in her teeth, antsy and chewing and smirking into a primal subspace she felt inadequate and embarrassed about.

“Daddy I like the grey ones,” Lena always managed to quietly rasp the words out.

The rasp got Kara every time—shattered her each and every way. The husking, textured need in the back of her voice. If she wasn’t hard, which she usually already was, then the embarrassed little voice sent her up like a flare.

People rarely guessed her assignation right away—not correctly at least. Everyone had an opinion about that kind of thing, whether it was pertinent, whether it was important to conform and conduct and present. What was an Alpha supposed to look and behave like? She was polite and mild-mannered because that was inherent and earnest. It was Alpha to be those things because Kara felt the statement correct and true.

She didn’t bristle or flare her nostrils or speak crudely.

Except sometimes—usually in grey boxers.

There was something inexplicable about it. Lena would look at her, all green eyes and blushing cheeks, feeling things in parts of her body that she didn’t know how to hide or be discrete about despite wanting to be. Kara growled in those moments and felt her nostrils flare because how could they not?

Lena called her Daddy.

Game over.

No resolve or restraint or mild-manners to be found anywhere.

Daddy. Kara felt that word, felt it everywhere in her body, like all the dumbest stereotypes and cheesiest romance novels were scientific research studies. And so she would growl and clench and touch her like a woman, babytalk her like a little well-behaved good girl. Take her thighs back with warm palms and kiss her dripping cunt and swelling little clit, some nights, slip her tongue inside places that left them both too embarrassed to mention about the next morning.

She handled Lena in precise, dominant ways that were sometimes a little cruel and sometimes abundantly adoring and always so connective that, for days after, Kara felt if she were expected to present publicly in a way that accurately communicated her identity?

White sneakers and the crispest socks.

A baseball cap.

Her phone secured to her belt in a holster and her shirt rolled up her forearms.

Kara wasn’t sure what being an Alpha had to do with anything out there in the world, but it had everything to do with who she was in the small four walls and quiet warmth of privacy. She was Lena’s Daddy—that was that.

The shower ran, the water went in loud splashes off limbs and shoulders and edges of bones. Kara heard it and that was enough, she imagined dripping jet black hair and gleaming pale skin and damp clean freckles, and she smiled wider, thinking of all the places she wanted to kiss and suck and nibble in long trails going back and forth nowhere and everywhere. Little sensitive pink nipples that needed to be bitten and sucked too hard. Lena broke every time and whimpered through croaking rasps where her pronunciations usually sat prim and ladylike.

Kara loved it, loved touching them, loved the feeling of a warm nude body careening into bed on Friday night with a movie on the agenda, Lena’s lips coming up to kiss and peck along her jaw innocently enough, and Kara slipped her hand up a push-pulling belly and grazed fingertips over little puffy nipples that stiffened on her lightest touch.

“Daddy…”

It always came so shakily out of her mouth, so quick and responsive and desperate.

Kara would coo over her always, push her on her back, kiss little stiff nipples in a flurry of pecks and grazing teeth and swirling tongue. A bounce in her upright cock, it stiffened awake with rushing blood flow and webbing precum.

A shower and grower, Kara was humble about it, maybe only because she had felt so ashamed when she was younger. It wasn’t fun being a shy, awkward introvert adolescent with changes and development that sat so at odds with her demeanour. Her cock spilled out of her panties, rarely behaved, hung low and heavy and threatened the hem of her skirt with foreskin and accumulating inches she wanted to slow to a halt. It took time to be okay. It took time to know it was more than okay to feel good and care about girls feeling good, that she was capable of making them feel good. Kara got there, in her own time.

Older and alright with herself, Kara had ten thick solid inches that took up space between her slender legs and could not be avoided or glanced past. She wouldn’t care if she had five, but she had ten, and she wouldn’t push them inside Lena even if she did ask.

Even if she wasn’t a virgin, even if the stars aligned and Lena’s pink lips pressed open on the stretch of her reddened slippery gland, nudging at the little pristine hole, dribbling and webbing from the end of her cock with desperation to fuck the first blood out of her, Kara still would not give leverage and break her way slow and steady inside.

Lena hadn’t proved a heat and Kara would hurt her.

Not intentionally, not saviour-complex overanxious worrying, nor in some arrogant assumed way by virtue of her size and overbearing thickness. Lena hadn’t proved a heat and the little hymen in her cunt was rigid, tight and hypersensitive as a result. A single finger inside, Lena whimpered and winced in pain and puffed the kind of moans that had to be pressed against Kara’s pulse point in order to feel safe and grounded and okay.

If Kara pushed with her cock, Lena would break not as a temporary burning pain giving way to  shared pleasures. She would squeal and scream and break the way a dress seam rips under duress and can never be whole or healed after. Kara would never and could never.

It would hurt Lena.

Gentle as she was, Kara made her take the steady slipping finger, hushed and cooed and told a woman four years older to be her brave good girl, relax her muscles then let her little cunt hurt regardless.

There was something about the tight oversensitive hymen barely stretching, sucking so tight on her knuckle that Kara could imagine the burning achiness with clarity. A sudden and constant shifting in Lena’s hips and legs from the pressure. A gasp and wince. An outreach of needy arms thrusting forward that needed Daddy, that slipped and clung tight on Kara’s shoulders.

There and then, Lena’s lips craned and pushed and pressed rapid moans and struggling whimpers into the pulse point of Kara’s throat. Sometimes, more often than she felt proud about, Kara spurted and emptied and glugged out a ruined orgasm that didn’t feel ruined at all.

“Daddy it hurts,” Lena croaked and moaned into her jawline, some nights that always led to ruined orgasms dribbling out of her cock. “Daddy it’s burning—your finger. Inside. It’s stretching and it’s making me sting.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No Daddy. No, you don’t—you’re not understanding. I want more?”

“Well you can’t have more.”

“Please just break it?”

“Break it? Honey, no, it will hurt you.”

“I’m not a silly little girl.”

“You don’t feel like a big greedy one. You really want me to pick you up and force my cock inside? You can’t even get your hand around it, princess. I would have to press you against the wall and slam at your little pinprick hole with everything I had just to break into your cunt…”

“Daddy. Daddy fuck please? You can hurt it. Kara, please—”

“No.”

The pressure alone from a single finger moving in and out, slow and careful and so gentle through her tight hole, had tears dribbling and strangled pain in her whimpers.

“Please Daddy?”

“Remember how much it hurt when I pushed inside your asshole? You begged me to fuck you in your ass, you begged for weeks, told me just how good you had gotten with your fingers, remember what happened that night?”

Lena’s expression slackened and her moans grew loud and close.

“Your head popped inside my bottom too fast, and it hurt and I couldn’t take you any deeper and started to cry, but you kept your head…”

“Kept my head where?”

“Stuck inside my bottom, Daddy.” Lena couldn’t remember it without a flood of arousal dripping her thighs. “You kept it stuck there and made me reach back and stroke your shaft until you came inside of my…”

“Your very pretty, very sore, very stretched asshole.” Kara could count her down like clockwork. “You cried like a little girl. Do you remember after I finished inside of you?”

“Mhm.”

“If you make me ask I will stop and put your panties back on myself.”

“Daddy kissed it better. You kissed it better and rubbed your finger over and round the edges, in circles, until I went to sleep.” The moans went high and warbly and gasping. “Kara please push inside?” Lena always tried one last time.

“No baby.” A little come hither and quickening on her clit was all it ever took. “Sweet baby girl. You look so pretty when you cum so hard that it makes you cry. See, you didn’t need more. You just needed to hear Daddy say no.”

Kara loved rewarding, loved kissing and sucking on little pink nipples, loved the way Lena trembled and rose up and wailed into the feeling of a suddenly lavished clit and French kissed cunt.

Daddy loved saying no.

Daddy loved Lena’s good, cathartic loveliest tears. The whimper when her sensitive little nipples were bitten a little too hard. The croaking, rasped and textured wail when Daddy bit harder anyway. The wide helpless arousal in her green eyes when Daddy twisted and pinched her nipples, cooing the little good girl, twisting and pinching past the tears, past the useless slaps drumming rapid and quick against everywhere and anywhere, focused only on the bucking little cunt lips grinding a puddle on Daddy’s knee until the request came.

Daddy loved saying yes too, sometimes.

Daddy whispered reassurance, permission and praise that swaddled orgasms into happy little baby girl tears and subspace calm. Daddy loved a sore, stretched and hypersensitive little hymen on her finger.

And of course, Daddy loved edging Lena’s pretty fat cunt lips, all swollen and spread and dripping the sheets puddled and damp, to then pull Lena’s panties back up too quickly and pat at her puffy little cunt twitches like she was a sweet, cherished pet, to then feel the frustrated tears dribble on to her hips with a lapping tongue and suckling mouth bobbing her straining cock.

The chastity belt would be on the top of the list of things she loved.

Kara knew it.

She heard the bathroom cabinets open and close. The deodorant. The faucet gushing to brush teeth and gargle. It wasn’t quick enough. Kara wanted to hurry it along and burst in and take her to bed like a little girl to be thrown over her sturdy, solid and strong shoulders. She wanted to be all the things Lena needed. She wanted to rub a nervous, push-pulling tummy, feel the lock click and the belt stay tight and secure on Lena’s hips and waist and denied little sex, smooth on her fingertips running each and every way along the steel straits.

She wanted to hush the inevitable tears.

She wanted to hold her close.

She wanted to ask, just to be sure, and then soften with relief at the inevitable answer.

“Feels good Daddy, I don’t want to take it off. It’s just different. It’s new and it’s a lot.”

Kara half-planned out the things she might say, probably would say, if the words came as she expected, and the moment felt as sweet as she hoped.

“It’s new and it’s a lot and that’s a big deal. It’s not chastity for denial baby, it’s for Saturday mornings curled up eating breakfast in bed and Sunday afternoons pulling my fingers down to your pretty parts at the movie theatre and…all of quiet, perfectly ordinary moments during the regular day that you can feel me there whenever you want to feel close and held…”

In Kara’s mind, she absolutely saw it as earnest truth.

It wasn’t a reason to avoid intimacy. It was a way to embrace it, keep it present and constant, find more reasons and ways to touch and be close and navigate what it meant to be intimate like other couples and yet, somehow, never intimate like other couples despite both craving it.

Kara wasn’t trying to be gross with her runaway thinking, she couldn’t help it, but she heard the faucet turn off and the running order of the bathroom draw to its end, and she tried to not be consumed with the wrong things—tried at least.

The banana had gone straight to her head.

It was the excuse in the absence of needing one. The one that made her laugh to herself. In her comfiest grey boxers and nothing else, Kara stirred back to life and topped her wine glass and poured one for Lena.

“Kara, baby?”

The bathroom door creaked wider, Lena slipped the towel around and Kara smiled at the way she smiled. Dripping black hair, gleaming skin, damp freckles and a thousand other perfectly good reasons to take her mouth and kisses in slow directions and lose herself in the little clean wonder of her girlfriend’s shape.

“Oh. You’re being naughty, uncouth and unsavoury” —Lena’s eyes flew open, then she laughed with the widest grin despite her exasperated and slumping posture— “Do you know how loud your dirty thoughts are? The neighbours complain, Kara!”

Kara snorted into the sip of her drink.

“Sorry baby,” Kara whispered with a smile.

Lena glanced to the empty waiting sofa then back to Kara’s eyeline.

“Wine and cuddles and nauseatingly sweet kisses over trash garbage television?”

“Afterwards.” Kara took Lena’s wine glass from the counter and carried it for her. “Bedroom first. I want you to be a good girl with an edged little pretty cunt under lock and key, and you’re going to be a good girl and take it like I tell you, Lena…” Kara stopped and turned her head as they stood parallel in the hallway, her voice as lavender calm and ordinary as it ever was. “I like it when you cry on my shoulder because you’re feeling things between your legs, baby. I’m going to love holding you tonight in your pretty little new belt and tomorrow I’ll take it off and suck the frustration from your little clit, and we’ll go for breakfast and talk about how it all feels.”

Lena stared like a lame rabbit in headlights.

“Daddy—”

Kara didn’t hang around for the conversation.

“Bedroom, Lena,” Kara whispered sweetly.

Read more, read all my things, come little one.

#supercorp #supercorp smut #abo #omegaverse #supercorp omegaverse #omega lena #alpha kara #daddy kara #lesbian daddy #dom kara #sub lena #d/s supercorp

[hazelcephalopod]

Great Expectations (2023) really making some choices with “Mrs. Joe/Sara does have some issues and is abusive to Pip. Also she is a Christian femme dom and will be beating Mr. Pumpleshroomwith (idk his name, the Matt Berry guy). Unclear if this is a mutual money thing or quid pro quo or just an affair(?).” Idk who made that choice and I’m not nocking it tbh but it is -I reiterate- A CHOICE. Glad Joe was like “ey you gotta stop it with that kid” and she did at least stop beating Pip.

Like everything else is basically Great Expectations with more sex and profanity stuff. That however is new I think?

Also Olivia Coleman is great. As usual. Matt Berry? Perfect casting even if they truly made some choices there. Everyone else pretty good so far, I’ve got no complaints. The dark grittiness is also good, like yes show me a pathetic wet Dickens lad becoming a sadder more pathetic wet man. Surrounded by weird fucked up people, in the environment one might expect for those stories which are just high levels of “we’ll that’s kinda really fucked isn’t it?”

#great expectations #great expectations 2023 #abuse cw #also full on the table honesty #just no filter #kinda wonder if anyone is going to write this in like #the extra sexes/genders people are biologically dom/sub at least s/x #just cuz why not? #and I don’t mean ABO (I think) but something slightly different #My dad was shocked the woman was beating the man and I was just like lol. Ya. #b/c of the cast #But I was also like ‘huh I doubt that was in the og text’

[red-hemlock]

Fan Fiction/RP Tropes tier list

Tagged by: @cxpperhead

Tagging: (Anyone who wants to do thiiiis @-tag me. <3)

#Outof'Lock #(No particular order for any of them. I'd say S A and B tiers are honestly ones I'm pretty much always fine with writing.) #(They can be tier-interchangeable depending on my mood too. =0) #(C tier I'm also pretty much fine with writing/plotting but these ones I can live without them happening too. =D) #(Pregnancy/baby stuff in particular definitely needs to be discussed prior though! Unless it's some weird time thing where Dags is a babs.) #(I would say D tier is the stuff I don't really care-for/want to write...) #(Like I just can't picture Riv being a royal or in anything historical and I've never really been fond of ABO. =T)

[wphq]

Interest check still going! Whispering Pines is a dark kink rp that ties in m/s themes with a/b/o dynamic's. We are not currently accepting applications, but if this is up your alley then don't be shy to let us know. We are accepting questions, of course, about the rp, the lore/plot, or anything else.

#dark rp #m/s rp #smut rp #d/s rp #Tumblr rp #mature rp #kink rp #abo rp #werewolf rp

[undeadboything]

𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒆.ᐟ

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⚰ 22

⚰ sub/bottom/omega/pup/servant

⚰ Agender/ftm

⚰ He/Him

⚰ Emo/Goth/Punk

⚰ Owned by ♡♥︎♡ @undeadboyowner ♡♥︎♡

⚰ Ask Box is open, I'll do my best to respond

♰ Kinks ♰

⚰ Main Kinks: bondage, S&M, D/s, a/b/o, CNC, Degradation/humiliation, Praise, pupplay, impactplay, leather, blood (light), monster fucking, tentacles, cowplay, rope/shibari, restraints, size kink, size difference, 3somes/multiple people, hierophilia

⛧ Hard Limits ⛧

✖ HARD LIMITS: Race play, n4z1play, vomit/scat/omo/piss, needles, ABDL, detransition, misgendering, foot fetish

Minors, P3d0s, MAPs, TEHMs/TERFs, racists, chasers, z00philes, fuck off

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#trans nsft #t4t nsft #miscefelis #misceanimalis #miscecanis #a/b/o lifestyle #abo #goth #alternative #cnc puppy #puppy sub #ftm puppy #d/s #d/s dynamic #d/s relationship #cowplay #lactating kink #gay nsft

[sparkie96]

Kinktober Day 16: Aphrodisiacs

Where Leon and Rebecca both get captured, Rebecca is creepily hit on but rejects Arias, and Leon gets nabbed by Arias’s men during the highway chase scene and drugged up once they find out he’s an Omega.

Arias decides to take out his frustrations on the agent…as well as deal with his case of blue balls at Rebecca’s rejection.

Leon is only partially into it because it’s been a while since he’s gotten laid.

Rated M to E for Suggestive Themes, Language and Canon Typical Violence.

(I decided to make Prompt 16 the Aphrodisiacs one because I couldn’t for the life of me think of anything for the previous ones there so I decided to move and change those. Enjoy.)

#ao3feed #Kinktober #Prompts #aphrodisiac #ish #Leon x Arias #Eventual Chreon #Leon S. Kennedy #Glenn Arias #Chris Redfield #Rebecca Chambers #PWP #ABO Dynamics #Resident Evil Vendetta AU #Resident Evil Vendetta #Resident Evil #Whump