#Dark!abo

[earfqwake]

Not sure if you only write for the Adult trio but if not, do you think you could make a version of big brother illumi x sister reader but instead of illumi it's Killua? Like, in the fic Y/n was originally supposed to be Killua's (But it was Illumi who mated with her instead) So could it stay like that? Again idk if you even write for him so it's fine if you can't do it! Thanks <33

Alpha Killua/Brother X Omega/Sister Reader Part 1

okay so like kind of the same basis as the illumi story just different as in reader actually is mated to killua this time, he is aged up and so is reader okay ? okay 🫰

tw: slight obsession from killua and yes incest !!! don’t read if you don’t want to. brother sister relationship though this part doesn’t contain anything explicit as it’s depicting their relationship growing up. will be multiple parts because i have a lot to say.

Light can’t exist without Dark.

When Kikyo Zoldyck found out she would be having twins she crossed her fingers and prayed to a god she didn’t even believe in that this would be the one, the heir of heiress of the family. Imagine the families surprise when two white haired babies were birthed on July 7th. Even Silva who rarely showed emotions other than stoicism was pleased at this moment in time.

Well Y/n, their new baby girl had half white hair and half (Y/H) colored hair but still this was the first time in the lineage Zoldyck history something like this happened. Though all that mattered is that Killua was born, both a male and with a full head of white hair. Since birth the two were inseparable, only fully calming their cries when they were near eachother.

At dinner they sat next to eachother always and if they didn’t the other would be visibly more upset. They napped together in random spots around the mansion always being found in the most peculiar places. Under Silvas Desk, Inside the kitchens cabinet, Underneath the staircase. And they shared a room by choice, until Silva forced them to have separate rooms at the age of 8. He needed to end their codependency as soon as possible. That didn’t stop them from sneaking into each others beds most nights.

Must have been fate, that such a blessing had occurred. Or so they’ve been told time and time again, but no one could break their bond that’s for sure. The pairs parents decided that they were more than likely going to end up as soul mates, promising strong pups no doubt.

Even though they were too young to have understood, Killua was relieved to hear this. No one would be good enough for his little sister, even tho he was only minutes older than you he never failed to remind you. He didn’t care much for other girls anyways none of them were as special as you.

They were polar opposites, Yin and Yang, but they fit together perfectly. Y/n was the sweetest most sensitive person, even though she was strong she had such a big heart. Too big of a heart for an assassin to have. A heart that Killua vowed to protect, he was his sisters keeper. The latter was more assertive and dominate than his sister, always leading them into trouble and taking the fall should they ever get caught.

“Where are they off to now?” Mumbled Kikyo as she frantically searched the forrest around the mansion for the twins. Only to find them running circles around Mike the enormous guard dog who didn’t seem to mind their company. Kikyo almost fainted when she saw your pretty blue gown now dirty from playing outside with your brother. You were her only girl so she was terribly overprotective of you.

Killua, like always hid you behind him as his mother threw a fit, because god forbid kids try be kids. “It was my fault mother, Y/n didn’t want to leave the garden but I took her out with me.” Which truthfully wasn’t a lie, you tried to warn Killua that Mama wouldn’t be happy but he said he’d leave you behind so you ran after him with teary eyes. But you had fun so a little punishment was worth seeing you smile.

Though he couldn’t always evade you from being punished he always tried. It meant the world to you that he would be willing to protect you no matter what. You wanted to be brave like him and you tried to, but your heart was just too soft. Hiding your tears and frowns didn’t work with Killua, he couldn’t just ignore it like the rest of his family.

When he would sneak into your room routinely sometimes he would catch you sobbing. Either because your punishment was too harsh, or you felt bad for having to kill your target. Your body sore from being attacked during a day of training, tears fell from your eyes as you sensed him enters your room. “I don’t want to do this Killua.. I’m trying to be strong for Mama and Papa but it hurts.” And he’d hold you and soothe you until you slept peacefully. Only then could he shed tears for you.

And he knows he shouldn’t like it, but you always cried the hardest for him and him alone.

“Onii!” She’d cry out and hug him after seeing the cuts and bruises he would have on his body after hours of pain resistance training. He didn’t cry much anymore, but it sure did hurt, though he’d never admit it to you. Hugging her closer, he couldn’t help but give you a tired smile. “I’m fine Y/n, see.” But she only whimpered and stayed in his embrace she knew he was lying. “Such a crybaby..” He sighed as if it troubled him, yet nuzzled his head into her soft hair.

Killua didn’t like seeing his sweet little sister cry, training was hard on her. At age 12 he begged his parents to opt her out of training, if he were to inherit the family business he didn’t want his sister to have to kill and possibly be killed that wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. Silva and Kikyo denied him this request, so he and Y/n ran away together to take the hunter exam.

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It sent us on such a journey, meeting many different people and making friends ! Real friends, we were never allowed to make any friends back on Kukuroo Mountain so imagine their surprise to see a boy their age also taking the exam. Y/n was infatuated with Gon, calling him her friend, staring at him, laughing at his jokes and it made Killua feel a bit jealous. Before Gon he never had to share Y/n’s attention before other than with his younger siblings.

“What’s the matter Onii?” Y/n questioned during the second phase of the hunter exam, they broke off from walking with Gon and the others because Kil grabbed her and rushed off into the fog without saying. He said nothing and just focused on navigating through the fog with a firm hold on her hand. Even if he was upset he wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to you.

“Are you mad at me…? What did I do wrong?” Tears starting to form in her eyes. Chest tightening at the idea of upsetting her brother. Sighing he glances at her before staring ahead again. “It’s stupid… I just don’t want you to replace me with Gon.” Voice barely a whisper he confessed his feelings to you, only you could make him vulnerable.

You hug his arm and smile up at him noticing the slight blush on his serious face. “Don’t worry Killu-nii, he’s our friend, but you’ll always be my best friend okay? It’s always going to be me and you, we came here together and we’re going to leave here together!” How could he be so naive, she’s just so sweet and she always put Kil first. Smiling Killua nodded and when they met up with the group there were no more issues with jealousy. Y/n would never leave her brother.

And eventually they both arrived back to Kukuroo Mountain after parting ways with Gon, both holding Allukas hands. During their trip the pair having learned nen and being capable users were certainly much stronger than when they left.

Ironically Y/n developed a nen ability that made her able to use her tears to heal others, mainly for the sake of Killua who she couldn’t stand seeing injured. His heart was floating when she explained the reason why she developed this secondary ability. And selfishly enough he didn’t just let her heal just anyone with her gift, if he didn’t feel they were worthy of your time or tears they could rot in hell for all he cared. Y/n trusted Killuas judgement though and didn’t question how he assessed who she should or shouldn’t heal.

The twins were great fighters naturally but with the added ability of nen they were a unstoppable duo, just as Silva had predicted. Yet Killua saw the dangers of nen with his own eyes witnessing what it did to Gon.

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Again he came to his Father directly with the same request that fell upon deaf ears last time. This time around however, Silva agreed only if Killua were to become an assassin and continue the family business. A steep price for your safety but he needed to know you would be safe.

It hurt him more than any method of torture to see her sad but deep down a small part of him loved that she cried for him. She was someone who cared and always showed it, making sure to kiss each of his visible cuts. “There all better, right Kil?” She’d smile at him and he went weak for it every single time.

At puberty is when you find out your sub race, whether you’re a alpha, omega, or a beta. Killua obviously was an Alpha. Stubborn and a born leader, if he wanted something he was going to have it. And you? No doubt your an Omega, naturally submissive in nature listening to your parents and following after your brothers every word. Always nurturing and caring for him and your younger siblings. So it went without question when you both presented as your said roles.

The two of you were walking side by side in the forest surrounding the mansion straying very far from your home. “See I told you didn’t I, Y/n.” He said with a toothy grin his canines nice and sharp. I nod and smile sweetly at my brother, “I didn’t doubt you Killu-nii !” He called long before we could confirm what we were.

Recalling all the times he would tease you, “You have to be be an omega! Why else are you such a big baby!” Only eliciting a pout from me and he laughed poking my cheek with his finger. “I think it’s cute, don’t worry when we’re older I promise to take care of you and your moody feelings, I’ll be a good Alpha.” His voice sounded serious like he was trying to convince me and he only laughed again as I hid my smile and blush.

“Wait up, Kil!” I ran briskly after him as I shake myself out of that memory. He was much taller than me now, and stronger. And he grew his hair out into a long messy mullet, looking more and more like Papa as we got older. (He only grew his hair out because he got jealous when you would braid and play with Illumis long hair, but he’ll never admit that. Ever.) You changed too, your curves becoming more prominent especially with the training you did. Your beauty only increased as time passed your mother making sure to always keep you dolled up.

And boy did Killua enjoy it, always telling you how pretty you are and being sure to do small things for you like brush your hair or pick outfits out for you.

Grinning mischievously Killua only goes faster, disappearing into the greenery surrounding you.

I huff and puff as I search everywhere for him in the area we’re in. “Come on Kil! I’m not going to play with you right now.” But he doesn’t budge from his hiding spot probably thinking it’s funny. Fine two can play at this game! I pretend to be upset and sigh turnin around to head back home alone. “Fine I give up. I’m going home now Kil.” I barely get three steps back in the direction we came from when I feel his arms wrap around me from behind.

I jump slightly and weakly attempt to escape his arms feigning as upset but he won’t budge. “Where do you think your going hmm? I was only joking Y/n don’t be such a crybaby about it.” He snickers when I go lax in his arms holding me there for a moment before spinning me around so he can see my pouty face. “Y/nnnn? Don’t be like that, you do this to me all the time.” He drawls out my name as he looks me over.

Leaning closer to him I give him my sad eyes and he squishes my cheeks. “Such a baby.” He mumbles looking at my lips before looking back into my eyes. He drawls forward so our noses are touching gives me a bunch of small pecks on the lips. Furrowing his brows when I don’t reciprocate his affections he mumbles on my lips “ I‘m sorry Y/n.” Sweet moments like this are regular between you especially when you’re far from home like this.

I smile and feel my cheeks heat up under his hold on me. And he knows he has me right where he wants me. My arms extend as I place them over his shoulder loosely. Instantly he accepts this by pulling me in closer, his hand on the small of my back. Placing kisses all over my cheek he still speaks in a low tone, “You forgive me?” I nod my head basking in his affections but still not reciprocating his touches. His voice sounds desperate as he pulls me back far enough to get a good look at me again. “Why aren’t you kissing back then?”

i smile sheepishly and pretend I’m going in to kiss him but flick him on the forehead. Now it’s his turn to pout as I laugh and slip from his grip running through the forrest. Smiling himself he chases after me, “Hey! I knew you were faking it you big baby.” Secretly though he’s relieved that your back to your normal cheerful self, and you’ll be sure to make up for it when he catches you.

Your laughter rings throughout the forest as Kil catches up to you giving you a wolffish grin and pulling you in closely waiting for you to finally give him a kiss. 🦋

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Zeno watched the two leave the mansion, shaking his head before facing his son Silva. “It’s only a matter of time now before they give into their instincts. You shouldn’t let that boy run around with her without supervision or we will be expecting pups sooner than later.” Silva only sighed watching as they disappeared into the forest line, his father was right. Regardless of how stern he was Zeno had a soft spot for the little girl and so did Silva.

Not that it wasn’t anticipated by the family that the two were doting on each other already. But it was too soon for you two to fully mate you had to wait until you were 18. Only then would you know if the two of you were truly meant to be together. He would have to get you on heat suppressants in the mean time and have Killua sent away during ruts. Taking necessary precautions, you two weren’t little kids anymore.

𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭

-𝓴

#killua zoldyck #killua x reader #hxh smut #hxh imagines #killua hunter x hunter #killua x you #hxh killua #alpha!killua #abo dynamics #brother/sister #dark content

[shamrockqueen]

Omega Retreat : Chapter 3

Pairing : Alpha Bucky x Omega reader

Warnings : R18, Eventual Smut, reference to physical ailments

Word count : 2083

Masterlist

Summary : As an unmarked and lonely omega you find a flyer for a service called The Omega Retreat.

You are paired with a compatible alpha to spend your heat or just a week at a luxurious cabin at a forest resort. Amenities and Utilities included. Enjoy the beautiful scenery, fresh air, as well as the company of an alpha of your choosing. What could possibly go wrong?

You tried to focus on your work, but you found yourself losing focus time and time again. Your eyes kept leaving the dull glow of your computer monitor to steal glances at your phone.

“You seem distracted.”

Her tone was playful, but the abrupt interruption still had you jumping in your seat. Your boss had snuck up behind you easily as you were rechecking your email on your phone.

“Geez, we’ll have to string a bell around you if you're going to sneak up on people.” You laughed back, reassured by her coy smile.

“Something’s got you in a good mood.” She hummed behind you.

“Oh, yeah I guess.” You try to hide your pink cheeks, too embarrassed over getting caught texting a new flame like a love-struck teenager.

“All the girls can smell the change. Even the betas, dear.” She sang back.

“Who is he?” She tried to hide her beaming smile behind the back of her hand as she leaned over on the wall of your cubicle.

You scoff, trying to cover your warm cheeks as you answer. “You sound more excited than my mother was.”

She gasped with a wide smile, like a schoolgirl getting gossip from a friend. Omega’s always connected more closely, and it warmed your heart that she could be equally happy for you. So, when she leaned in for a hint of another scent that may have been left to linger on your skin, you quickly answered the anticipation in her eyes.

“We haven’t met in person yet; you're not going to catch a whiff of him, so don’t bother trying.” You laughed up at her before she pulled away.

“No fun. You could at least tell me what he is.” You knew it had to be the question bugging her the most.

You hesitated for a second, biting back on your lip before whispering back, “An alpha.”

“I knew it!” She nearly jumped with delight, leading you to try and shush her before the other cubicles were privy to your personal business.

It made you happy that you could feel like you had bonds even at work, and we’re thankful for her gentle omega nature.

“Keep your voice down.”

“I’m sorry; I’m just so happy for you. After everything, I just..”

You didn’t want her to finish that sentence. Luckily for you, she wouldn’t, looking back into your saddened eyes instead. “I’m just so happy for you.”

“Thank you.”

“You think you’ll meet him soon?”

You chuckled alongside her, glad to have the conversation shift back to a lighter tone.

“We’ll see. We’ll see.” You shoo at her, hoping to get some of the work she’d given you done today.

She gets the message, realizing she’d been gushing for too long and had work of her own.

“Fine, but I expect an invite to that wedding.”

It was the last you heard of her before she walked back to her office.

You smiled back at your computer, a drab Excel sheet still painted over its background. You sighed back at it until a telltale ding rang across your previously ignored phone.

A relationship with an alpha was still scary, but Bucky seemed to dampen those worries every time you looked at his photo blipping over your screen.

You pulled the phone towards you to glance over the notification of Bucky’s message.

“I wait to see you tonight.” You read along with the small message box.

You ran your fingernail along the power button before pressing on it, letting the passcode window light up the screen before tapping on a handful of numbers.

You looked back at the few cubicles behind you, making sure you had a moment to answer.

“Me either. I can’t focus on work,” you typed fervently.

“I’d rather meet you in person, Omega." The message pops up in the next second.

You let out a breathy chuckle with a smile, still in disbelief that you could be his omega even in text.

“I know. Hopefully soon, but I’m excited about our video date.”

You were more than excited; it was all you could think about as the hours ticked away slower than they normally would. When 5 p.m. finally rolled around, you nearly lept from your seat. You nearly forgot to shut off your computer before grabbing your stuff and rushing away.

A giddy drive home was a delightful change of pace, spurring you to drive just a tick above the speed limit as you neared your little house.

You fly through the house, letting the door slam behind you before tossing your purse over the couch. You stumbled past the mirror, only to twist back towards it after catching sight of your messy hair.

Your fingers only tangle into it as you fight to take it out of its messy bun. You only tied it up halfway through the day for a little comfort, only to ruin all the work you put into it that morning.

You didn’t have any time to fuck with it now, yet you continue to burn through the few seconds you have left trying to tame your tired looks. Could each flyaway be seen through your laptop's webcam?

You stopped for a second, closing your eyes and sucking in an uneven breath before looking back up at your reflection.

You looked red—nothing new, of course—but not a face you wanted him to see, and yet there wasn’t anything you could do to fight it except to finally calm down.

Your hair wasn’t bad, and your reflection wasn’t meant to scare you, and as you continued to breathe, that red blush began to fade. You can do this.

You leave the mirror, setting your eyes on the laptop still sitting on the coffee table. You lowered yourself to the sofa to sit as comfortably as possible before pulling the computer to your lap and switching it on.

A brief photo of you with your arm wrapped around your mother’s shoulder flashed in the background of your screen before you set up the video call.

It was just more of those bouncing dots with a different ring as it all danced along a blue screen. You held your breath, waiting patiently for his image to take over. Yet, when the square zoomed over the page and movement took over your screen, every ounce of air seemed to force its way from your lungs.

He was there, tucking his hair behind his ear and smiling at his own screen as you gave a shocked smile.

“Hi!”

You mouthed back an overwhelmed ‘hi’ as you watched him intently. Your mouth moved in an attempt to form words, but you were far too mesmerized by the real alpha on your screen. That is, until his smile fell.

“Is your sound on? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” You were quick to reassure him, wanting desperately to see that smile set upon you again.

Just as you hoped, it was back in an instant after hearing your voice.

“Sorry, I was just a little speechless for a second.” You blinked at his image, wanting to make sure it was real as you spoke to it. “It’s amazing to finally see the real you. Not that I thought your photos were fake..uh it’s just.” You fought your way through your ramblings as he chuckled at your giddy and nervous demeanor.

“No, I know what you mean. It’s so exciting to finally see you, Omega.”

It was like a dream, finally laughing and talking where you could see one another and study each of his expressions as he took each word that left your stuttering lips. Hours pass, and the conversation continues to burn through the night as it’s carried happily between the two of you.

It was so much better, but not nearly enough. A frustration shared by both you and him began to show as the veneer hiding it broke away.

“But, I wanna bury my face in your neck.” His voice deepens, showing a glimpse at a small possessive side. It was something you’d initially feared from an alpha.

“I gotta see you for real.”

It’s so sudden, you could hardly believe it would always be like this for omegas, but how could someone who had shut themselves away for so long really know?

You think back on what others spoke of during their tales of pleasure and even the more harrowing words from your physician only a few weeks prior. They’d cut off your suppressants ‘for your own safety’, and urged you to seek a sexual partner in the most blatant terms. But, they weren’t wrong, and with another possibly fatal heat on the horizon, you had to make a very difficult choice.

“Maybe we should. It's just...” You stopped for a second to calm yourself. “It hasn’t been very long, and you're already..so smitten.”

“Can you blame me?” His voice rang low over the speaker yet still sang through your worries so melodically.

His tone drops, becoming more serious and heavy, so much so that it only echos the ever-grave voice that bounced around the back of your mind. “What are you scared of?”

It hit close to home, like he could be looking right through you and seeing every mounting fear you tried so hard to bottle up.

“It's just, with a heat coming in a couple weeks..” you tried to ignore the breaking of your own voice as you spoke. You didn’t want this to be the reason why, and you didn’t want it to be so soon that you two had to meet or finally be intimate. “...and I just don’t want to rush things. But I agree; maybe we should consider meeting in person soon."

You fought not to let your true emotions show and not to let your true fears come to light in front of him. It was a relief when his face lit up with so much joy. He just stared back at you, his eyes beaming through the screen.

You could nearly cry. After ripping off this first bandage, it was such a relief that you finally felt you could breathe properly. You chuckled happily together, taking in each other's joyous reaction when he finally spoke again.

“I can send you an invitation right away. I can be there for you.” He spoke so passionately, looking at you with big, wet blue eyes before typing away at the keys on his keyboard.

“W-what invitation?” You nearly coughed on the words as they left your throat.

You do think back on the vacation packages on the original website and how they boasted about safety as well as elegance. The thought of having that kind of special getaway with the Alpha often, finally seeing Bucky where the sun could hit his skin instead of in the glow of your laptop monitor.

But, he was still technically a stranger, in spite of the two of you consistently sharing messages over the course of several weeks. Running away with him seemed, in the most juvenile sense, stupid. Yet, a twinge in your stomach urged you to leap at his offer.

“It is such a beautiful resort.” You chuckled nervously. You recalled all the photos you’d scrolled through before he’d matched you on the website.

“I’ll meet you anywhere you want me to, Omega. I just want to feel you so bad.” The low drag of his voice wasn’t unfamiliar by now, after having heard similar sentiments during a steamier exchange over a phone call. You felt a little embarrassed as your skin started to flush again.

“I don’t want to make you spend that much money on me.”

"This is not about money. I just want everything to be perfect for you.”

You try to force yourself to speak, but each word falls flat on your tongue. He was offering you what felt like a lifeline with open arms. You never wanted something like this to progress so damn quickly, but maybe you were really that desperate. Maybe you were really that scared.

It was so nice to be wanted, and by him especially, an alpha unlike any other you’d ever met. You still wanted time to think about it, but what time do you have left before a possible disaster? The date of your heat was growing closer, but you had to afford at least a night to ponder something like this.

“C-can I have a few days to think about it?”

Chapter 4

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[ohbo-ohno]

Being all defiant and loud towards alpha Price and then the second he scruffs you, you just fall to your knees. But you can’t stop your mouth, so there you are looking like the perfect submissive omega except you’re screaming and cursing at him and giving him the meanest look you can do and he just stands there like “haha, cute now get your ass over my lap” 🙈 -💙

shut up shut up shut up shut UP!!! zero consideration for the fact that this will haunt me forever!! omg!!!

he loves loves loves the dichotomy of your little limp form at his feet and your angry words <3 the way you're leaning into the palm he's resting on your cheek while calling him every name in the book, tears streaking down your cheeks because of how angry and scared you are... it's like a drug to him

loves how still you stay for punishments. he knows you're so scared and in so much pain, but you stay so still and soft for him, take every blow so well, even with the way you yowl, never struggling away from him <3 praises you for not fighting, for laying and taking your punishment well and it just makes you so much angrier because you want to struggle!! you want to run!!! but his hand is heavy and tight around your neck, and you're paralyzed

#💙 anon #abo au #john price x reader #ignore my addiction to commas in this one #dark fic

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Moonlight & Fang Masterlist

Fantasy/Little Red Riding Hood/ABO AU

Alpha!Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes x OC Omega!Selene/Red

Their sweet words fall like bittersweet honey. Lacing pain and menace under a sugary facade. Coating everything. Sticky, sweet and unthreatening. All earth and warmth. The best disguise for unsuspecting beings, with open hearts and damaged souls. A succulent entree for her sharp teeth to feast upon. For she is made of moonlight and fang. All charm and soulful eyes. While hiding an all encompassing darkness inside. Sinful lips with a deadly tongue. Patiently waiting for her prey to become safe and lucid. Drunk off of her words and lingering touch. When their red hoods fall, exposing the softness of their throats. Her eyes become bigger, as her hunger and lust for flesh grows. Just one bite and she'll change your life.

My, oh my.

What big fangs you have my dear.

Word Count: 21k

Warnings: 18+ Only

Original Female Character(s), Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Blood and Violence, Werewolves, Werewolves Turn Into Actual Wolves, Alpha/Omega, Morally Ambiguous Character, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Fluff

Chapters:

Little Red

The Orphan

The Hunter

The Blacksmith

The Rogue

The Forgotten Prince

Balance

#poc oc #dark fantasy #fantasy au #abo au #abo dynamics #jax teller smut #alpha jax teller #jax teller x reader #dean winchester smut #alpha dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #captain syverson smut #alpha captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #ari levinson smut #alpha ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #bucky barnes smut #alpha bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader

[eloquentreverie]

You're Mine

pairing: dark!alpha lloyd hansen x omega!fem!reader

summary: months after leaving Court’s pack, Lloyd decides to take what’s his.

word count: 4k+

warnings: non-con(aka rape) but also dub-con. dirty talk, p in v sex, blood kink if you squint. abo dynamics/werewolf au. kidnapping. lloyd is an asshole in the beginning. forced intimacy. let me know if I missed any warnings. if you’re uncomfortable with any of these themes, scroll past this. you are in charge of your own media consumption. Minors do not interact!!! 🔞

A/N: This is a repost from my other blog since it got deleted. If you enjoyed this, please reblog/ give feedback!

requests are currently open! | read on AO3

He’d been watching Y/N for a while now, unbeknownst to her. Always a few feet away or hiding in the shadows at night. Lloyd has perfected the art of stealth, due to years of experience with working with the CIA. Also, there’s the fact that he’s the Alpha of his pack. He won’t let her see him until he’s ready. And he can’t quite put his finger on it , but there’s just something about her that reels him in. 

Recently, he’s found it hard to control himself around Y/N. He blames it on those sundresses she always likes to wear, now that the summer heat has rolled around the corner. The way they hug her curves, the way those spaghetti straps fall off her shoulders, and the way her curls cascade down her back.

He’s lost track of how many times he’s stayed up, thinking about her, fucking his own fist to the lewd images of her invading his mind, imagining her plump lips wrapped around him. Lloyd dreams of taking her away from that obnoxious boyfriend of hers and one day making Y/N his.

And don’t get him started on her scent. It’s intoxicating. And she’s not even in heat yet. A mix of vanilla, honey and lavender. He can’t get her out of his mind. He’s got to have her—and he will but he’s got to pick the perfect moment. 

One night, he follows Y/N on her regular run to the grocery store. She was gathering a few essentials. Her heat was due in a few days and she wanted to be prepared. It’s late. Eleven o’ clock, to be precise. She makes the mistake of dropping her bags in the middle of the alleyway and that’s when he decides to pounce. Y/N jerks up as soon as she feels herself being shoved back against the brick building, followed by the cloth that covers her face.

 Y/N begins to fight back. Her arm comes up to knock his hand out of the way but she freezes the moment she feels his hand wrap around the base of her neck, eyes going wide. 

Refusing to give up, she reluctantly raises her knee to his groin but he blocks it with his thigh. 

“Tsk, tsk”, is the last thing she hears before she feels her whole body go heavy and all her surroundings go black. He’s got her.

—

Lloyd watches in the corner as she stirs, shielded by the darkness. God, she was gorgeous. But more importantly, she was his.

Cold air prickles her bare shoulders, her eyes flutter open, feeling heavy lidded and swollen. She moves to rub both of her arms, but strong leather prevents her. Y/N blinks a few times before her vision clears, a long black strap fastened against her forearms. She begins to squirm and fidget, making the hard bed frame beneath her squeak. 

Everything is a bit of a blur, images all jumbled together like mismatched pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. She remembers leaving the grocery store, and walking down the dark alley and then— nothing.  

“Help!” She croaks out. 

“Hello, Sunshine,” Lloyd’s deep voice alone almost makes her jump out of her skin. She freezes, watching as he steps out of the shadows before her. If she didn’t know better she could have sworn her heart stopped. “Where am I?”

“You’re home.”

Home? What the fuck was he talking about? Brows furrow as she processes his answer. Y/N squirms against the restraints. “Where’s Court? Lloyd, this isn’t funny.” She’s hoping this is some sort of sick joke. That any minute he’ll confess that all of this isn’t real but Y/N’s smarter than that.  

For as long as she’s known him, Lloyd’s always had a short temper. There’s been many times she thought he was going to rip Court’s throat out. And at the time she couldn’t quite understand how he could be so sweet to her and absolutely feral the next.

His jaw clenched and Lloyd fights the urge to ball his fists. How dare she bring up his name right now. 

“He’s not here.”

“Where is he?” she demands, eyes narrowing and desperately trying to squeeze one hand free but to no avail. She was too weak right now.

Lloyd strides over. Placing a hand to her forehead,  he brushes a few strands of hair out of her face. Y/N pauses at the sudden touch.

“That’s not important. Now, if I take these off, are you gonna be good?” 

Y/N nods and watches him as he slowly unbuckles the strap. She sits up carefully, taking in her surroundings. The basement is cold and damp, lined with brick walls and cement floors. A small ceiling lamp was the only thing that illuminated the space she was in, the rest filled with darkness. 

There was no sign of any exit. Not one she could see, at least. The only window in sight was the small one above her bed, covered with steel iron bars. 

“How long have I been here?” She mumbles, looking back up at him through dark lashes.

“A few days.” Lloyd followed her roaming eyes. 

“You’re not getting out of here without my help.”

“Lloyd, please, let me go. I need— I need to be with Court.” Y/N begged, voice cracking. She hated how desperate she sounded. Y/N tried to put on a brave face, but panic was setting in. She watched as his eyes softened. And for a minute she thought she saw empathy in them.

She was wrong. 

“Shh. Listen, Sunshine. You’re not going anywhere,” leaning down, his lips only a few inches from hers, “You’re mine.” Strong fingers trace the line of her jaw, “Besides, a man like Gentry isn’t gonna be there for you like I can. Nor could he give you what you want. 

“And you think you can?”

“Oh, I know I can, sweetheart.” 

Y/N pushes him back and stands up abruptly. “This is ridiculous.” She steps forward, legs wobbly at first. And for a minute she thinks Lloyd will let her get away. But the moment she walks past him, his arms slink around her waist, pulling her into him, back against his firm chest, his other hand wrapped around her neck. 

“No, what’s ridiculous is how fucking loyal you are to that asshole. Pumpkin, we’re not gonna play this game.” He whispered, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck.

“Don’t you know how long I’ve waited for this? How many times I stood there and watched him kiss you, touching you?” Strong hands traveled upward, cupping both of her breasts. He gently squeezed them, warm breath tickling her neck. 

Y/N gasps at the sudden touch, honeyed heat pooling in her lower stomach. She hated how much power he yielded over her, how he made her feel.

“God, I want you... But that’ll have to wait.” He grips her hips, turning her to face him. “Tell me, how many days until your heat is due?”

“T-tomorrow.” 

“We need to prepare then. Come.”

To be honest, everything in her is telling her no, to run. But she doesn’t have much choice. Y/N couldn’t remember the last two days and Lloyd, despite her lack of trust in him, was the only one offering her any support when it came to dealing with her heat. 

He guided her out of the moldy basement and when they reached his bedroom, he ordered his men to bring in the necessities she’d need to nest. He’d laid out a gown, along with a pair of towels for her to bathe. Y/N felt guilty how the hairs on the back of her neck stood, the butterflies swimming in her stomach. 

For as long as she’d known Lloyd, one thing was for sure. He wasn’t a nice man and he always had something up his sleeve.

When Y/N stepped into the shower, her shoulders dropped, relaxed by the feeling of warm water cascading down her back. She hadn’t really noticed how much tension that had been built up the past few days.

She tilts her head back, rubbing the soap over her collar bone, eyes fluttering shut. And for a moment, she forgets where she’s at and who’s awaiting her outside the bathroom.  God, how did she get here? Y/N mentally curses herself, remembering her boyfriend’s warning. 

How he advised her not to go out when it was so late, how she gave him a reassuring smile, kissed his cheek and said, “I’ll be fine.” And oh, how wrong she was. 

When Y/N’s finished, she steps out of the shower and grabs a towel, wrapping it around herself. She takes a deep breath, before turning the knob and opening the door and she’s not surprised when she spots Lloyd laying down on the bed before her, hands intertwined and resting behind the back of his neck. 

A devilish smirk is etched onto his features as he glances at her. He likes her like this; nervous, fidgeting and nowhere to go. Nothing, nobody can stop him from taking what’s his now.

“Lloyd, where are my clothes?”

“Right here,” he nods to the end of the bed. He rises from the bed, stalking towards her. “But, before you do. I have one small favor to ask.”

“Lloyd, please, no more games.” Y/N gripped her towel tighter around her,  she starts to walk around him but he stepped to the side, blocking her path.

“This isn’t a game, pumpkin. When are you going to get that through that beautiful head of yours?” He wraps an arm around her. “Now, give me a kiss and I’ll let you get dressed.”

“N-no. I’m not kissing you.” she stutters, her hands coming up to push against his chest, but she stops herself when his eyes turn icy with anger.

“Am I gonna have to teach you a lesson?” He leans in, nose pressed against her scent gland. “If you don’t behave, I’ll have to shove my cock between those pretty little lips of yours.” 

“But you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you?” He taunts, fingers trailing over her bottom lip. “I can smell your arousal even now. Bet if I ripped this towel off of ya’, you’d be soaking wet. Would you like that?”

Y/N gulps, heart racing. She can feel the heat rise from her neck, goosebumps spreading down her damp shoulders. She was loyal to Court but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to Lloyd. 

Maybe it was his casual stance, paired perfectly with that cocky smirk that drew her in. Or those striped polo shirts and the way they always fit tightly against his broad chest. 

Or maybe it’s the fact that deep down, she‘s attracted to this darker side of him. The way he would deny authority, his impulsivity. Once Lloyd transformed into an Alpha, everything had shifted. Something more feral had awakened in him. 

She remembers how he’d manhandle the other females, and that one night she walked in on him, fucking another omega, secretly wishing it had been her. Y/N remembers it like it was yesterday— he’d had the other girl pinned, back against the wall, legs wrapped around him. Lloyd’s strong arms holding her thighs, as he pounded into her. The image still makes her heart race. 

Y/N watches him pull away and grips her wrist, pulling her over to the king sized bed and pushing her down. 

“Lloyd, I’m not kissing you.” she seethes, glaring up at him. “You will,” Lloyd ignores her, pushing her back against the bed, “if you want to get dressed.”

He leans down, arms placed on both sides of her. “Or I could just rip this towel off of you right now, take away these clothes and just have my way with you?”

Y/N glares up at him, fists clenched and pushing against his chest but it’s useless.  When it comes to him, she’s powerless. “Lloyd. Don’t do this. I love Court—“ 

His lips form into a wicked grin, eyes scanning hers. Y/N feels her breath hitch in her throat, stomach churning. “You really shouldn’t have said that.” he growled, grabbing both of her wrists and pinning them above her head. “Gentry is gone. He’s not your Alpha anymore. I am.”

“L-lloyd,” He interrupts with his lips touching her collarbone, then her neck. “That’s better.” He hums against her skin before he reaches the corner of her mouth. Finally, his lips find hers, needy and hungry. This. It’s better than anything his mind could conjure up. 

And this definitely makes up for those lonely nights he spent dreaming of her. Y/N lets out a small whimper and Lloyd can feel the bulge in his pants growing. She once again, squirms underneath him, making her towel slide a few inches. When his lips leave hers, she’s breathless, mind spinning, eyes gazing down at his mouth. 

Lloyd’s lips curl into a small grin. “Hmm. Seems like Gentry wasn’t much of a good kisser.” He taunts. When he pulls away she can’t help but sense this feeling of disappointment. Her cheeks heat up again as she sits up from bed. 

Y/N grips her towel a bit too quickly because when she looks up again, he’s standing in front of her, grin widening. “Aw, cupcake, don’t play coy now.”

Y/N stood up from the bed, hands resting on her hips. “I don’t suppose you’re going to give me the courtesy of leaving while I change?”

“Leave the room?” He raises a brow, pulling out an unlit cigarette out of his pocket, “’M afraid not, pumpkin.”

“Then can you please turn around?” 

“Why?” He quirks up an eyebrow, grin never faltering. “Don’t tell me Court’s never seen you naked?”

“I-I —well…” Y/N trips over her words before she regains her composure. “Lloyd, please?”

“Fine. Just this once.” With a huff, he finally turns around. After a few seconds, she drops her towel and slips on the red silk gown. Her eyes wander over to him after she’s clothed, and she’s surprised to find out his back is still facing her. 

“Okay,” Y/N finally says, arms crossed against her chest. 

When he turns, his gaze wanders from her hair, stopping all the way down to her knees where the dress stops. The gown hugs her curves. Lloyd tilts his head, eyes still scanning her body. It’s a shame she’s covering her chest. She’s absolutely gorgeous. Lloyd’s had many girlfriends in the past but none of them compare to Y/N.

He hasn’t been staring long but it’s starting to bother her. She tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear before fiddling with her fingers. “Well? Is this up to your satisfaction?” she asks, gesturing to her outfit. 

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.” 

—

After dinner, Lloyd had dragged her out onto the balcony to watch the sunset. He’d been careful not to let her get too far away from him. He wasn’t an idiot. Just because he’d wined and dined her didn’t mean she was now content with her new surroundings. It would take some time.

But then she flashed those doe eyes at him, those plump lips, pressed her chest against his. “Lloyd, you went through all this trouble for me.” She finally breathes out, delicate hands traveling up his chest and slinking around his neck. “When all you had to do was ask,” Y/N whispers, both hands now cupping his face. 

He furrows his brows, he can’t believe the words he’s hearing. He opens his mouth to respond but she shakes her head. The next thing he knows, she’s leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. His grip tightens around her waist, hands traveling lower and lower. Y/N tries her best to force out a moan. She’s raising her knee swiftly and when it comes in contact with his crotch, she’s pushing him away. 

Y/N doesn’t wait. This is her chance. Turning around, she runs down the stairs, the stone steps are rough and warm under her feet. Once she reaches the grass, she breaks off into a sprint, arms at her sides, as she hears muffled screams echoing her name.

—

She’s running, running as fast as her feet will carry her. It’s dark and cold, the only thing illuminating her path is the moonlight above her. Y/N can feel the slight chill creeping into her bones, the harsh leaves from the bushes scratching her skin, as she sprints through the woods. But she can’t stop.

Her eyes scan the woods for an escape. Anything. An old shed, a bush. She knows he’s not far behind her. She’s still holding out hope that she’ll allude him. She’s got to escape, she can’t go back. Y/N knows what fate has in store for her. A man she doesn’t love, doesn’t want. Lloyd’s been waiting, aching to claim her once and for all. 

He can feel the anger swelling up inside him, coursing through his veins and fueling his strength. His hands slowly clenched into fists. Ungrateful little bitch, he thinks. He should have known. Should have known this was all an act, just so she could escape. And on the night before her heat, no less. What was she thinking…Lloyd’s mentally scolding himself. He saw the way she was looking for an exit earlier this morning. He should have never let his guard down.

Lloyd pushes his thoughts away. He can’t dwell on the past. He needs to focus on rectifying this mistake. He’s waited too long to let her slip through his fingers. He’s sprinting by now, he raises his chin, letting that familiar scent invade his nostrils. She’s close. He can feel it.

Y/N can hear the crickets, the leaves crunching beneath her bare feet. It’s only been a few minutes but it feels as if she’s been running for hours. Her heart’s beating faster, but she can’t tell if that’s the fear creeping in or the energy slowly being drained from her body. She can feel her muscles beginning to ache. 

She’s close to the edge of the forest. She can hear the sound of cars speeding by, honking, the glow of the headlights through the crack in the trees. She’s almost there when her leg gives way on a fallen branch. There’s a crunch, followed by her feet tripping over themselves. 

Before she can catch her breath, she hears footsteps behind her. With a fist full of her hair, she falls backwards on the ground. “There you are,” he purrs, his lips pressed against the corner of her mouth. “Did you actually think you were going to escape me?” When Y/N doesn’t answer, his grip tightens around her scalp, making her wince and let out a small whimper that makes his dick twitch.

When he releases his grip from her, he bends down and picks her up, carrying her over his shoulder. “Lloyd, let me go!” she screams, fists pounding repeatedly on his back. But he doesn’t budge. The only response she’s left with is him chuckling darkly, as he makes his way back to the house.

When the two of them reach the top of the stairs, he’s grabbing her wrist, tightly. Slamming open the bedroom door, he pushes Y/N forward, making her stumble over her feet. 

He’s striding over towards her, eyes darkening with lust, lips pressed into a thin line. Y/N doesn’t have to read his mind to know he’s angry, furious even. 

Lloyd closes the gap between them with one last step. And the moment he sees her head dip down in fear, his hand grips her chin. “What? Not so talkative now, are we?”

“L-Lloyd, I’m sorry. I promise. I won’t do it again. P-please?”

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m gonna make sure you never leave again. Now be a good girl and lay down.” Without another word he releases her from his grip. Y/N stumbles back on to the bed, eyes darting from his dark ones as his hands slide down to the buckle on his jeans. 

With one swift movement, he unzips his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers, letting his cock spring up. Y/N looks away, eyes burning as tears fill up the corners of her eyes. “Lloyd, please, you don’t have to do this,” she pleads, voice cracking.

”You’ve given me no choice, Y/N. You know, I was going to be nice. Let you nest for tomorrow, prepare for your heat. Then I was going to break that bonding gland, be gentle with you so it wouldn’t hurt.” Lloyd pushes her back on the bed, pushing up the hem of her red gown, the one he’d given her a few hours ago. “But that’s all changed.”

He’s sliding her panties to the side now, guiding his thick tip at her entrance. “Aw, look at that, already so wet for me.” He leans down, hand at her throat again. “That little stunt of yours, you liked me chasing you. It turns you on, doesn’t it? You like getting chased.”

Y/N lets out a small whimper, fingers clawing at the bed sheets, her head turning away from him.  “Don’t deny it, Y/N. You and I both know it’s true.” His lips brush against her cheek, pressing a kiss at her jaw. “Remember, I can tell when you’re lying.”

Lloyd slams into her in one long thrust, his length filling her up completely. “Tomorrow, I’ll be the only man you think about, the only one you’ll want.” he pants, hot breath fanning over her face. Y/N squeezes her eyes shut.

Lloyd doesn’t slow down, each thrust faster than the one before. His nose is pressed against her neck. “You just had to go and fuck it all up, didn’t you?” He growls, fingernails digging into her flesh as he grabs her face. “Look at me. I wanna see that pretty face of yours while I fuck you.”

Her eyes flutter open, vision blurry from her tears. “Lloyd, please. I’m sorry,” she sobs, body betraying her as her walls clench around him. 

Lloyd ignores her pleads, hand still clasped around her throat. “But you feel so good around me, baby. Look at you, taking my cock so well.” He leaves a sloppy kiss to her lips, pace slowing down, being extra careful not to knot inside her right now. His thumb strokes the side of her neck.

”This is gonna hurt, babygirl. But it’ll be worth it. Okay?”

 Y/N sniffles, brows furrowed in confusion but then his eyes turn red, fangs extending. He doesn’t give her time to respond, his mouth is on her neck, teeth sinking into flesh. Her hands are gripping the sheets tighter and it takes all the strength she has to fight the urge to scream.

Blood trickles down her chest, soaking and blending into her gown. Y/N gasps, pain courses through her neck and shoulder. She’s shutting her eyes again, wishing this was all some terrible dream. “No... P-please, stop.” she mumbles, body trembling underneath him. “It hurts.”

“Shh, baby. It’s almost over.” He coos, lips curled into a slanted smirk. Lloyd licks up the rest of the blood before his mouth finds hers. This time he’s kissing her softly, rough hands coming up to cup her cheeks, gently wiping away her tears.

Y/N gulps down the metallic taste in her mouth. When Lloyd pulls away his eyes have softened. He’s looking at her face, anger now replaced with adoration. “I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he whispers. 

—

When she wakes, there’s only one thing on her mind: Lloyd. And the ache she feels. Her hands roam over her chest, thighs clenched together as her arousal drips between her legs. There’s a faint light peeking through the windows. 

Y/N turns her head and when she realizes the space beside her is bare, she’s surprised. A small moan escapes past her parted lips and she’s cursing herself after it happens. She’s gone through her heat alone before and she could do it again. As if on cue, he’s walking through the door.

“Go away,” she seethes.

Lloyd strides over to her, flashing her that knowing smirk. It doesn’t help that he’s shirtless, gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. Everything in her is urging her to leap off the bed and jump on him right here and now, but she refuses.

“You don’t mean that. I need you.” He breathes, he stops near the side of the bed, hovering over her, chest heaving up and down like he’s been running. Lloyd closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling her heat scent. It’s sweet. Better than anything he could imagine. The aroma alone clouds up his mind

“And I know you need me too.” He whispers. “Y/N, stop resisting. You’re in pain.”

“Fuck. It hurts.” She whispers, then she’s sitting up, she wants to peel off her skin it hurts so bad. It’s almost unbearable, the will to defy this want—no, need for him.

Y/N let’s put a shaky breath, eyes look up at him through dark lashes. 

“Lloyd.”

“Yes?”

Y/N stands up, arms locking around his neck, her forehead pressed against his.

“Make it go away. Make the pain go away.”

“I’ll make it all better, baby.”

Her lips touch his with such neediness, such desire. Y/N doesn’t have room to feel any sense of guilt. There’s only a need for him. Only him. 

He’s halfway tempted to rip off her gown,leaving her bare so there’s nothing standing between them. Just skin on skin but he ignores the urge. He eagerly pushes up the hem of her gown, ripping off her panties instead.

Lloyd slides his hand under her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist. This time, he slides into her slowly. He wants to take his time, wants to cherish the moment. The gasp she lets out is music to his ears, her hands are now sinking into his hair. Another moan leaving her lips with each thrust.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he breathes, forehead touching hers. Heat-scent invading his mind. She’s like a drug—a high he doesn’t want to let go of. 

Her fingernails are grazing over his scalp, tugging on his locks when he finally hits that sweet spot of hers, slick dripping down his thighs. “Lloyd, please don’t stop.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. You look so pretty like this,” he coos. “My pretty omega. All mine. I was meant for you.”

And then her walls are fluttering around him, fingernails trailing and then digging into his skin at the back of his shoulders. Lloyd let’s out a low groan, his mouth finding hers once more. “I can’t believe this is real. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

His nose now pressed into the crook of her neck. “Am I making you feel good, Princess?” Her answer is a strangled moan, fingers digging in deeper, pulling him closer if that’s even possible. And now he’s picking up the pace, nipping at the sensitive skin on her neck.

Her heart is pounding in her chest and Lloyd can feel it. He’s now leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, her chest, until his mouth is on her clothed breast, the thin, silk fabric not much of a barrier. Y/N’s head falls back, clutching his shoulders as he holds her in his arms.

He’s fucking her, hard and fast, a desperate need for him and when he pulls away, his forehead is pressed to hers again, eyes staring down at her doe-eyed one’s. “You’re perfect, Y/N.” He whispers.

“Lloyd,” her voice is cracking, her legs tightly wound around his waist are shaking as he thrusts and thrusts upwards, pleasure radiating up her spine. “This feels—this feels good.” 

“Don’t you see, Y/N? You were made for me. Only me.” There’s nothing more divine than this. Suddenly she’s arching her back, chest to chest, sweat dripping down her forehead, down her neck, lips parted into a hushed scream as she spasms around him.

“That’s it,” he whispers, lips ghosting over hers. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me and I’ll give you my knot.”

Soon enough she’s devouring him in a frantic kiss. It’s messy and bruising and she’s locking her arms around him, almost as if she’s holding on for dear life. And then she’s coming, walls fluttering around him again.

His knot expands, pleasure climbing up her spine like fiery warmth. Lloyd can feel her quivering against him and he takes this moment to slide in deeper, pumping his cum into her. 

After a few minutes they both collapse on the bed. With the little strength he’s got, he rolls both of them onto their sides. His knot keeps them linked together. Time seems to slow, both of them trying to catch their breaths. LLoyd nuzzles his nose into the crook of her neck, her back pressed against the warmth of his chest.

“Are you okay?” he says softly. 

“Yeah. I still hate you though.” she mumbles, breath still slightly ragged. 

A small chuckle leaves his lips. “You’re a bad liar, Y/N.”

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[hywnie]

Sob seus olhos: a maldição do sol e da lua

06.02.24

PurpleTkCity

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[martilyongabo]

“do i look like your girlfriend?” (08.23.23-08.25.23)

a small idea i had after watching a 7-hr video on Who’s Lila

original drawing after cut

#cookie run #white lily cookie #dark enchantress cookie #who’s lila? #pure vanilla cookie #is this technically #purelily #i’ll just tag in case #gawang abo #eden liliya

[nastybuckybarnes]

All the King’s Men  -  Fifteen

Pairing: Alpha!King!Bucky X Omega!Reader

Summary: Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.

Warnings: Angst, Dark Themes, Violence, Death (kinda graphic), ABO Dynamics (Scenting, Marking, Knotting, etc.) Fluff, Soft Smut, Unprotected Sex, Oral (f receiving),

Word Count: 2K

A/n: And just like that, she’s finished! I really hope you all liked this, and I cannot wait for you guys to read everything I've got planned! As always, I love you all very very much! Also this aint the smutty smut I was talking about in my ‘lex speaks’, that one is coming in a new fic, don't worry lol

!!DO NOT COPY/TRANSLATE/REPOST MY WORK!!

SERIES MASTERLIST

~*~

You knock on the door to his chambers softly, waiting until he beckons you inside to move.

When you do, you keep your eyes on the ground, even when you hear him rise and walk toward you.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asks softly, taking your hands in his and squeezing them gently.

You let out a shuddering breath and finally raise your gaze to his.

“I accept full responsibility for the role I played in causing this war. I confess to treason and conspiracy against the crown, and I am willing to face the consequences of my actions,” you whisper, your voice wavering.

He stares at you for a long moment before tilting your chin up and kissing your lips softly.

“You only did what you did because of my actions. I am as much to blame as you are,” he replies after pulling away.

You look up at him with nothing but wonder and awe in your eyes.

“How can you forgive me for what I’ve done?” You wonder aloud.

He only shrugs and pulls you closer to him, his nose dragging along your neck.

“I could ask you the very same thing, Omega.” He scents you for a long moment, his hands coming up to cup your face when he finally pulls back to look at you again.

His eyes drink in your features, lingering for a long moment on your lips, and you can’t help but lick them.  

His eyes flash up to yours and the scent of his arousal permeates the air.

It’s a delicate game the two of you play, testing each other, seeing who will break first.

Your hands rest gently on his chest, toying with a button on his shirt as you gaze into his eyes, asking, begging him to do something, anything.

He pushes your hair over your shoulder, his knuckles gently grazing your mark and a shiver races down your spine.

Slowly, he leans forward, his lips dusting over yours before he kisses the mark on your neck.

Your head tilts back slightly as his kisses roam the expanse of your neck, tongue darting out to taste you every now and then.

One of his hands wraps around your middle while the other gently holds the nape of your neck, tilting your head back further to give him more access.

A soft sigh flutters free of your lips and he basks in the sound.

“Will you let me have you, Omega?” He asks quietly, his lips never leaving your skin. “Will you let me feast on you?”

He can smell your arousal in the air, but he refuses to do anything until he has your spoken consent.

He needs to know that you want it as much as he does, that you need it just as badly as he.

“Please,” you finally whisper, opening your eyes and looking up into his with hunger and love clouding your vision.

He pulls you to the bed immediately, stripping you of your gown and dropping his trousers on the way.

He lays you down gently, hands soft as feathers against your skin. Once you’re comfortable on your back, you take a deep breath.

Here, surrounded by his scent, you feel safe.

His shirt is the next thing to fall, until he is standing before you completely bare, devouring your figure with the eyes of a man starved.

“Let me taste you, Omega. It has been too long since I’ve had you on my tongue,” he whispers, sinking to his knees before the bed.

His hands find your thighs and he tugs you down until your womanhood is close enough for him to devour.

Your skin is warm against his hands, and by the Gods has he missed having you all to himself.

Slowly, he leans forward to taste your essence, a groan tumbling from his chest at the addictive flavour that’s so unique to you.

He pulls your legs over his shoulders and presses his mouth to your core, drinking up everything you have to offer and then some.

Once he’s satisfied, he focuses his efforts on your clit, sucking it harshly and massaging it with his tongue all at the same time.

A moan falls from your lips and your back arches, pushing your breasts up for his hungry eyes to gaze upon.

Your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging on the long brown locks as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

Pleased with your reaction, he slips a finger into your sopping hole, holding back a grin when he feels you clench around the digit.

After a few gentle thrusts, he pushes a second finger into you, pressing against your walls and stretching you gently while continuing his assault on your clit.

Soon, it all becomes too much, and your release washes over you like a wave on the sand.

He fucks you through it, waiting until your body relaxes before finally pulling his mouth and fingers away.

You watch through hooded eyes as he climbs over your naked body, bringing your legs to wind around his waist before dropping his head and kissing you.

You can taste yourself on him as his tongue finds yours, and it only makes it more erotic.

He grins against you softly, each thrust of his hips pushing his cock through your swollen wet folds until you’re moaning against his mouth.

“Please, Alpha,” you beg softly, digging your head into the soft furs of his bed as he continues to rub his length over your clit.

He reaches between your bodies to line himself up with your entrance and then, with one firm push of his hips, he’s fully sheathed within your hot, aching walls.

A gasp flies from your throat and you squeeze your eyes shut at the fullness, basking in the feeling of finally having him inside of you again.

It’s a type of wholeness that you’ve never experienced before.

He gives you a few moments to adjust, peppering kisses to your breasts in an attempt at taking your mind away from the pinch of pain at being stretched so much after so long.

Eventually, you grind your hips up to his, silently asking for more.

Never one to refuse his Queen, James pulls his hips back then slams them forward, fucking into you roughly.

A cry of pleasure leaves your lips and you dig your nails into his shoulders as he starts a quick, rough pace, each thrust hitting deeper than the last until you’re sure you’ll be walking strangely.

The stench of sex is thick in the air, and you’re more than happy to bask in it.

A light sheen of sweat covers your body as you meet his thrusts, your cunt clenching every time his pelvis rubs against your clit.

It’s not long before you feel the coil in your belly tighten again, your husband bringing you so close to the edge.

“I want to knot you, Omega. Want to fill you up with my seed... my pups... want to see you grow round with our children,” he whispers against your breast, biting your nipple then soothing the sting with his tongue.

One of his hands finds its way between your bodies again and focuses on your clit, a satisfied smile finding his face when you clench around his cock.

“That’s it, sweet Omega. Cum for me, cum for your Alpha.”

You do exactly that, gushing around his length as he fucks you through the most intense orgasm of your life.

And he doesn't stop.

Even when your legs begin to shake and you feel like you may pass out, he continues, fucking you harder and faster in an attempt at chasing his own orgasm.

Your mouth is dropped open and your eyes are squeezed shut as he continues using your body, bringing you wave after wave of pleasure.

What pushes him over the edge, though, is the sight of his bond mark on your neck, healthy and strong as ever.

He cums inside of you, paints your walls white and fills you with his seed until you’re sure it’s going to burst out of you, and then he fills you with his knot, too.

You stay there, his cock locked inside of you, while the two of you catch your breath.

He carefully rolls onto his side, pulling you with him and being careful of where the two of you are connected.

“Are you all right, Omega?” He asks softly, his loving eyes searching yours as you snuggle closer to him.

You hum, your nose nestled against his neck as you take deep breaths of his scent.

He hugs you closer to his body, his warmth enveloping you and making you feel safe and secure as you scent him.

His fingers trail up and down your spine as he, too, relaxes, happy to finally have you in his bed...in his arms. Where you belong.

~*~

The cool wind bites at your cheeks as you stare across the courtyard to where the traitor is hauled onto the platform, the executioner stepping on right afterward.

His eyes find yours but you feel no fear. No, all you feel is anger.

With a strong arm wrapped around your waist, your husband keeps you grounded in the present moment.

“For the crimes of treachery and conspiracy against the crown, you are sentenced to death by beheading,” you announce, your eyes never leaving the ones of the man who betrayed your Kingdom.

“If you have any last words, speak them now. Though I doubt the Gods will be listening.”

The man only glares at you, his mouth remaining closed.

You raise your gaze for a second, locking with the executioner, and nod, then look back at the traitor.

The axe comes down with tremendous force, and then his head falls from the platform into the basket with a sickening thud.

Your stomach churns at the sight of his body falling, but you remain strong as you address the crowd.

“Let this be an example of the consequences of betraying your King and Queen. Your Kingdom. You will not be successful, and you will not survive,” you say firmly.

Everyone bows to you and you feel your husband's arm tighten around your waist.

“Anyone who dares make an enemy of my wife, who so much as thinks anything unpleasant toward her, will face the same fate as him,” he nods toward the headless corpse.

The crowd stays bowed and you feel a smile tug at the corner of your mouth.

You turn around to face the members of your guard and your council, only to see them all bowing to you as well.

Slowly, James follows, kneeling and bowing his head, giving you full control in front of all of his people and all of his men.

You reach out and brush your fingers over his shoulder, silently allowing him to rise to his feet again.

He does, only to take your hand and kiss your knuckles.

“The bodies of he and Sharon will be burned tonight, as will those of all the other traitors. And then our Kingdom will be purged of this plague,” he whispers, leading you inside as everyone begins to rise.

You smile gently at him and nod, taking his hand and bringing it to your stomach.

“Good. You have created a safe place for us to raise our children, then.”

His eyes widen and he looks between your face and your stomach in shock.

“I was not sure if they would survive after being held captive, but the midwife says that everything seems healthy,” you whisper.

His eyes water and he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“I love you, Omega. You have given me far more than I could ever ask for, and I may never be able to repay you for it.”

You sigh happily and hug him back, “you will spend the rest of your days trying, I hope.”

He chuckles, pulling back to look at you, his fiery wife.

“I will, this I swear to you.”

~

Fin.

#bucky x reader #alpha!bucky #alpha!king!bucky #alpha!king!bucky x omega!reader #alpha!king!bucky x reader #alpha!bucky x omega!reader #Alpha!bucky/omega!reader #omega!reader #abo dynamics #bucky x reader abo au #dark abo au #royal abo au #bucky x reader royal au #king!bucky x reader #king!bucky/reader #King!Bucky x Princess!Reader #Bucky Barnes x reader smut #Bucky Barnes smut #bucky smut #bucky/reader smut #bucky/you

[mykinkyyandere]

Rough

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Alpha! Daddy! Stephen Strange X Omega! Little! f!Reader

Summary: You're just so irresistible and he can't resist.

Warnings: Smut, +18, non-con, ddlg, a/b/o dynamics, daddykink, slapping on the butt, cumming inside, fingering, orgasm (both), dirty talk, taking pleasure from crying, possessive/obsessive, yandere, dark

Stephen grabbed your arm and threw you on his bed. "My little doll, stay there." Then tied his tie with a wave of his hand. He was the greatest sorcerer the world has ever known. Although his power was so terrifying, it looked innocent when he used for simple things like tying.

You turned your head to him, leaning on your trembling arms. Your butt and fluffy cunt, wrapped in tight panties, could be seen from under your tiny dress. Stephen's sharp eyes focused on your perfect butt before finding yours. He couldn't help his growl and grabbed himself. "I don't want to leave without fucking that pretty little ass, damn it."

"Alpha..." Your voice trembled and you started to cry silently. But he just smiled. He untied his tie and unzipped his pants. "It's your fault you're such a delicious omega. You turn me on so much that I want to fuck you on the meeting table in front of all the alphas."

He came over and got on top of you. He stretched your arms and laid your head on the bed, lifting your butt even higher and pulling your dress up to your waist. He listened with pleasure to your sobs as he bent over to reveal your sensitive breasts. "You're so sexy." He grabbed your breasts and kneaded them. Your thin moans raised as he took your nipples between his fingers and rubbed them.

Couldn't wait any longer, he straightened up. He held your waist and buried himself inside without waiting. His thrusts were hard and fast. He ruthlessly kneaded your butt and smack, until it turned red. Your screams echoed all around, you begged him to stop or at least show some mercy, but he didn't listen. On the contrary, your pleas made him even more hungry.

"Your pussy grips my dick so good, little omega. Oh, I'm so lucky to have you. None of those poor bastards found an omega. Should I make them listen to the sounds of your juicy cunt, hmm? Shall I put you on the table and fuck you?" He thrusted to your cervix, and slapped you very hard on the butt. Your sobs got louder and you cried in a so sweet, so pathetic tone. He loved it.

He grabbed your throat and pulled you back. Your hands held his big hand and muscular arm, tears already running down your chin, soaking his long fingers. He licked your cheek and growled through his teeth with his aggressive moans. "My scared little omega... You will acknowledge your alpha's power." He bend you over again and cum inside of you. "I love you so much."

You felt him filling you. It was so hot and so intense, making you feel heavy in your stomach. He pulled back and stretched your butt with his hard grip, staring at the thick cum leaking out of your little hole. You turned your head and looked at him with your red eyes. "Perfect." He moaned, running his fingers in your hole and making you whimper. "Shh..." He fucked you with his fingers and rubbed your clit with his cum. "I'm sorry to be so harsh on you, but you're leaving me no choice, babygirl."

He turned you over and laid you on your back. He spread your legs apart and keep rubbing your clit gently. Your cries were fading, but they still didn't stop. No matter how much you didn't want to cum at first, the smell and pressure of your alpha was affecting your hormones like crazy. You arched your back and threw your head back. "That's right, baby." He put his fingers back into your pussy and rubbed against your sweet spot. "Cum for your alpha."

You couldn't take it any longer and clenched around his fingers. He praised you constantly and kissed you gently but you didn't trust him. He was always like this. He was so rough and cruel, especially when he was horny, which was nearly everytime. Having a sweet little omega around him was... amazing. And you were that sweet little omega. He just wanted to fuck you wherever he saw you. He loved that you were so needy and so vulnerable. After he cum, he softened a little and calmed down, but that was until his recovery. He soon became aggressive again and dragged you from place to place like his personal little doll. He enjoyed your cries, your pleadings were music to him.

"Be a good girl and wait for daddy. Don't worry, it won't be long. I'll take good care of you when I come back." He kissed your lips after cleaning you and putting you on the bed.

#yandere stephen strange #yandere stephen strange x reader #yandere doctor strange #yandere doctor strange x reader #dark stephen strange #dark stephen strange x reader #dark doctor strange #dark doctor strange x reader #alpha stephen strange #alpha doctor strange #daddy doctor strange #daddy stephen strange #alpha stephen strange x reader #daddy stephen strange x reader #abo mcu #abo marvel #alpha beta omega #stephen strange #doctor strange #doctor stephen strange #rough #marvel

[prettyparker4wintersoldier]

*WARNING: DUBCON - kinda *

Omega Peter getting busy with Alpha boyfriend [ Would prefer non-virgin Peter]

Maybe Alpha Boyfriend convinces Peter that if they do anal he won't get pregnant. [ Let's say for whatever reason he wasn't currently on birth control]

Then maybe after a while of doing it... right before knotting, oops wrong hole moment. But now it's too late cause the knot has popped.

Maybe it was on purpose .... maybe it wasn't......

Alpha bf can be Steve, or Tony or Bucky

#starker #starker prompt #dark tony stark #sim tony #dark steve rogers #dark bucky barnes #winterspidershield #shieldspider #spidershield #peter parker x bucky barnes #omega peter parker #alpha bucky #alpha steve rogers #alpha tony #abo #now to crawl back into my hole for a while

[earfqwake]

Alpha Killua/Brother X Omega/Sister Reader

Part 2

dark content warning: contains brother/sister love, yandere behavior, nsfw, explicit, you’ve been warned!! 🕷️

Killua can’t exist without Y/n.

It’s been close to two years since you and Killua presented at 16, and a lot had changed for you.

True to his word Silva no longer required Y/n to partake in the family business. The not so slight down side was that Killua’s work load doubled now taking more jobs then ever before. It pissed him off no doubt but more or less he didn’t seem to mind as long as you were safe and sound at home. You had tried arguing to Killua that he really didn’t have to and you didn’t want to burden him. Didn’t matter, he wasn’t hearing any of it.

So when you were informed by Father on this decision and it’s finality you instantly sought out your brother knowing he was the reason behind this. Staring into his eyes with softness only held for him you sighed, “Killu, you don’t have to do this for me! I can do this for you too, Im not some weak little girl anymore.” Embracing you in his arms he shook his head. “You and I both know this was for the best.. now you can spend your time doing things you actually want to do.”

Giving him a sorrowful expression you push away from his hug. He was always like this, trying to shelter you from the harsh realities of the world. But this was too much. “This isn’t fair to you though, how can I be happy knowing your risking your life out there solely for me.” Killua looks away and huffs out a deep breath clearly uncomfortable that he’s made you upset. Shaking your head you turn to go back to your father. “I’m going to ask Father to change his mind, I can do this to.”

At that he jumps to action and grabs your arm before you can fully turn making you face him. His reflexes are much quicker and his strength is rivaling that of Illumis already. That only upsets you more, how much has he suffered to get to this level of strength? Frantically he tries to reason with you his inner alpha being upset at the one he loves being distressed.

One of his hand gently holds your cheek directing your teary eyes meet his. “No! No, listen Y/n I told you I’d take care of you and I meant it okay? Just let me do this for you..please.” Melting into his touch I place my hand over his and hold it closer to my face. He’s letting out calming pheromones that envelope me whole but I still can’t help but cry.

Tears fall down my face and he quickly laps at them, a habit he created as a pup and has no desire to break yet. Not when you cry those pretty tears just for him, would be a shame to let them go to waste. “UhUh, no crying, you don’t have to cry anymore Y/n. ‘M gonna take care of my Omega, my little sister” Kil Mumbles affectionately as he catches each tear with a soft lick occasionally placing little kisses on your cheeks. Nodding in understanding you blink away any more tears now just lightly sniffling. In a small voice you answer to him, “You are too kind, always taking care of me! Wanna take care of you too Onii!”

Letting out a low growl of approval he nuzzles into the side of your neck breathing in your now calm scent. You smell sweet like peonies with a freshness like the air the morning after it rained and just so good. You smell like home, his home and only comfort in this harsh world he was born into. “You always take care of me baby, being so good for me. Gonna keep you safe until I can take you far away from here. You remember what I promised you?” He whispered just so you could hear him, placing small kisses on you loving the way you scent spiked with arousal. “Y-yeah I remember Kil”, Is your breathless reply as you lean your head to the side letting him swipe his tongue over your sensitive neck.

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~ 6 months prior ~

It was just another regular night for you, already having bathed and finished your night time routine. Skin soft and smooth with a slight glimmer from your lotion. Adorned in a matching set of pajamas that was pink with daisies all over them. A white lace trimmed cami top with shorts of to match that clung to your body perfectly. The moon shined through your window reflecting off the matching anklet and necklace Kil gifted you as you sat up in bed anxiously.

He’s been gone for an entire week now with Illumi doing a job he was tasked for, and it must’ve been dangerous if Father sent both of them together. Hugging a white cat plushie to your chest you sighed and layed in bed restlessly. Soon you slip into restless sleep but you awaken an hour later when you heard your bedroom door open up. Years of training made you instantly awaken and tense up until you saw who it was.

A freshly bathed Killua slipping into your bed in just sweat pants, he wraps his tired arms around you and sighs as he breaths in the scent of you that fills the room. Now he was finally home. Nuzzling your slightly startled face he smiles. Even in your sleepy state you give him a big tight.

“Didn’t mean to wake you, we just got back tonight. Go back to sleep.” Purring at finally being in his arms you pout, “I was so worried about you…” Smiling he plays with the heart shaped locket necklace that dangles from your neck ending just above your bust.

Flattered he hides his blush behind a quick witted joke, “You’re always worried about me cry baby.” It was true but you can’t help thinking of everything that could possibly go wrong when he’s gone for so long. Rolling your eyes and huffing you turn your back on him and cross your arms over your chest, “Well excuse me for caring. I’m going back to sleep then I have to leave out for my own task in a few hours anyways.” Grumbling Killua wraps an arm around you pulling you flat against his toned chest. Your smaller body fitting perfectly against his own. “And why wasn’t I told about this?” I giggle and turn my head to face his. “Because you would’ve tried to make PaPa give you this mission too, you need to rest Killua I can handle this it’s fairly simple and I should be back within the same day.”

Knowing I’m right he just lets out a irritated huff, but his expression quickly dissolved again when he heard my laugh again. Staring at my lips before looking down at the curve of my body slotted against his. And how your ass is just sitting perfectly on his bulge you feel his length twitch against you. I deadpan stare at him before busting out laughing. “You’ve got to be kidding me Kil ! Let go.”

Shaking his head no he traps me in his arms shoving his groin closer to me. Continuing to wiggle only makes him stiffen more letting out low growl he playfully bites your ear. Squirming at how it tickles you giggle more, “Ow Killu !!” Satisfied with my reaction and finally hearing my laugh for the first time in a week he smiles.

I feel myself swooning all over again, Im pretty sure there’s hearts in my eyes. And then he’s staring at my lips again longingly. The air in the room suddenly feels warmer and the smell of our arousal mixing makes me feel fuzzy. Starting to feel shy I turn my head away, “Kil, I really need to sleep now, and you need rest too…”

Ever so slowly, slides his hand that was holding my torso up my body until his hand rests comfortably on my neck. With light force he directs my face to meet his again and leans in. Tilting his head he furrows his brows in confusion, “I thought I told you that taking jobs isn’t necessary anymore. I don’t want my pretty girl getting hurt.”

Having him this close and feeling him twitch in his sweats against me is distracting. Suddenly I’m feeling almost breathless looking into his intense eyes. “B-but Killua, I want to help you and the family.” Again, he feigns a look of confusion yet still devouring me with his eyes alone. “You keep calling me by my name , that’s not what you usually call me baby. And why are you worried about them ? You should only worry about me, Onii knows what’s best for you, right ?”

Emphasizing his point he gives a soft squeeze of my throat, keeping his hips firmly against my back side, even as I try to discreetly rub my thighs together. “I-I’m not a pup anymore , I don’t call you Onii! You treat me like I’m a baby.” His eyes widen now almost as if in disbelief. He was gone for one week and you’re acting out.

Rolling his hips against me, I bite my lip to stiffle a moan. His hand trails back down from my neck to resting on my hip. “Oh you’re not my baby anymore ? Even though we’re older you’ll always be my little baby sister, but you’re right! Your a big girl now Y/n, Look at this pretty body..” His hand that was caressing your hip slides inbetween your thighs.

Slick now soaking through the light material of your sleep shorts has you gasping. Parting your legs for him automatically as he rubs over your slit . A deep growl of satisfaction is felt vibrating on your back, “Yeah that’s my big girl, so beautiful and so mine.” Feeling up your wet pussy through your shorts he stops to slowly rub against your aching clit. His breath felt warm against your ear as he whispers, “Your mine right Y/n-chan?”

Nodding my head as my eyes flutter closed, too busy focusing on the pleasure he was giving me. And although he was more composed than you he was slipping into that fuzzy head space too. Pleasuring the one he loves, bathing in her scent after being deprived for seven whole days of her touch. He couldn’t help himself from stealing a needy kiss from your lips, which you gladly returned.

His hips rhythmically rolling against you in time with how his two fingers rub at your clit. “So perfect for me,” Even as you moan he keeps your lips together swallowing them as he does with every bit of attention you give him. Selfishly. Possessive. Obsessed.

His grunts mix with your whimpers, he still won’t give up kissing at your mouth, you messily return kisses but the pleasure is just too distracting. Your hands cling to him to drag you down from the pleasure. One hand gripping his hair keeping his mouth close to yours the other grasping at his forearm. Not pulling him away from his motions, just wanting to touch him. “Perfect just for me, fuck Y/n.”

His face is flushed now, seeing you fall apart is enough to please him. Pressing one more sloppy kiss he pulls back reluctantly, but just enough so he can see the mess he’s made of you with just a few touches. And oh man, it was almost enough to make him bust in his pants. Swollen lips glossy from your desperate kisses, eyes low from breathing in his scent and squirming from his hand rubbing up and down your cunt.

He groaned as he took the very last bit of restraint he had left to halt his rutting. Slowed his hand down before he removed it all together making you whine in confusion. Repositioning himself to kneel in between your legs with you on your back. Pushing your legs up and open so he could see the slick covered mess you two made. Drinking in your image only makes him thirsty for you.

From above you he looks so handsome, seeing his toned body that has built muscle never fails to make you feel flustered. Looking down you see how big he is,feeling it against you was one thing but seeing his outline in just sweat pants has you moaning. Your eyes both taking eachother in. It’s silent other than your breathing calming down.

You’ve curiously touched each other before, but never this far. Making out was as far as it went, and he was always handsy with you never wanting to let go of you. This is uncharted territory though, never having a boyfriend of your own to explore with, which was all apart of his plan.

Finally your eyes meet, his eyes are darker than usual. Love & lust is in the air and very hard to deny. Curious hands touching on eachother. Killuas hand teasingly rubbing your soft inner thighs as he holds them open. “Too perfect Y/n,” He whispers before interlocking both his hands with yours. It’s like time stops as he leans down again kissing you, but softer this time. He may struggle with expressing his emotions but it always comes through his actions.

His love for you being ever evident in his eyes, in each slow motion of his lips against yours. And his hips roll against you again but this time it’s slower, wanting to take his time. “It’s hard for me to control myself around you, but I’ll wait until it’s time. We’re gonna be mates Y/n, and I’m gonna take care of you...” Breathlessly you moan, your hearts are beating in sync, the love you two have for eachother is blossoming into something new.

Yet doubt shreds through. Killua notices the change in your scent and nuzzles into your neck to distract you with soft lips against your sensitive scent gland. “But w-what if it’s not you? We’ll never know until the day of our birth day.” He can’t help the growl that rips from deep within him. You? With anyone other than him? Please even if by some odd miracle his name wasnt revealed on your wrist he wouldn’t let you go. Never.

“Said your mine Y/n, no one else can have you, my mate. ‘M gonna marry you Y/n have you full of my pups.” The pleasure isn’t enough to distract you from all the what ifs. “Kil, my pups, I d-don’t want them to grow up like us. I couldn’t handle that!” You cry out to him, even as you feel these euphoric feelings of him stimulating you it’s bringing out a vulnerability within you. Nipping at your neck he sucks a decent sized bruise there. That’ll have to do until he can actually mark you.

Sighing he stops yet again, he wants you but not like this. Not when you are questioning your future together. For now he ignores how painfully hard and pent up he is and comforts you. Kissing up your jawline be presses kisses on your lips not wanting his baby sad. “They won’t baby they won’t… I won’t let them hurt you anymore. You listen to me okay.” Big eyes look up at him with tears threatening to fall.

“I promise you I’ll be a good alpha for you.. for our pups. They’ll have what we needed and more. But you’ve gotta help me help you. No more taking jobs , I’ll do it for you and you just wait for me. After we mate I’ll get us far away from here, anywhere you want to go.” At that your heart fills with joy, far away from Kukoroo mountain and your crazy family ? That’s a dream come true, but is it just that ? “Are you sure Killua? That we can live a normal life away from this?”

Nodding his head he smiles at you. Your smile brightens up the whole room and your scent doubling down as your happiness spreads through your whole body. “But you hold up your end of the deal, no more taking jobs Y/n I mean it, It’s too dangerous for you.” He says sternly but his smile still not leaving his face because seeing you happy just does that to him. Cracking his cold exterior down to nothing but dust.

Pouting you groan, “But I don’t like seeing you come back exhausted or possibly hurt.” Rolling his eyes his grin deepens as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “It’s a good thing you can heal me with your pretty tears, huh. You didn’t even notice the stab wound on my leg.” Gasping you wiggle out of his hold, pushing him backwards so you are now the one on top of him. Your lip wobbling as you feel frantically for where it might be at. “Killua why didn’t you tell me? I knew something happened.”

He doesn’t even flinch when you press slightly on his right thigh where you feel the bandage under his soft sweatpants. His eyes scan your face as you let you tears fall and hit his abdomen, your nen making quick work at the wound and in no time it’s gone. Frowning he sees your eyes still crying even though he can no longer feel the pain. “You worry too much as it is, I’m sorry I upset you pretty..”

Reaching one hand up to rest on your cheek and swipe at any more tears, his other resting on your thigh giving it a small squeeze. Wiping your eyes you rest your hand on where the wound once was smoothing it over. Still not meeting his eyes your other hand plays with the string of his sweats.

“Come on Y/n I’m sorry this won’t be forever.. I told you we’d leave this life together. I’ll take a thousand more wounds before I let you get hurt.” Only shaking your head you feel tears about to fall again. And he knows it soooo wrong but his dick jumps in his sweats wanting attention. Cooing he grabs your hands in his own “My pretty omega so worried for me, Im fine baby wanna see ?”

Your heart skips a beat, you’ve bathed together but never have you seen him before. You can only bring yourself to timidly nod at him, and he takes the initiative to guide your hands to the hem on his pants. They were already low hanging so you knew once you pulled them down exactly what you’d see. “Go ahead, you wanted to see that I’m not hurt right ?”

Swallowing hard you nod but still hesitated already seeing his happy trail of white hair. Tugging down his sweats he lifts his hips so you can pull them down further. Your eyes zone in on the bandage that was slightly tinted red on his right thigh. But in your peripheral vision you saw him, and you felt that ache in your lower stomach again.

Huge and hung, precum smeared on his tip from all the excitement and a vain running down the left side of it. Curly white hair at the base makes you want to touch him but you shake your head and go back to the task at hand. You frown and peal back the bandage to see a brand new scar to add to the many on his body. Atleast he was no longer hurt anymore, “O-okay Kil, it’s okay now you can cover up.”

Smiling he stops your hands as they reach to pull his pants back up and guides one hand to his member. “But what about right here Y/n ? I need your attention right here, it’s so hard for you” To emphasize his point he twitches in your palm. Placing his hand over yours he starts to stroke himself. Groaning his free hand up reaches up to squeeze one of your soft breast. “Come on I’ll show you what to do..”

Finding yourself rubbing your thighs together you almost moan at the sight before you. Seeing how handsome he was and being able to see him like this under you, your mate. Before you can say anything else the door slams open.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU LITTLE MINX !” Your mothers voice screeches at you. “How dare you seduce your brother to mate with you Y/n I am so disgusted with you!” I jump and back away until my back hits the backboard of the bed. Killua looks at me longingly and sighs like this is nothing but a inconvenience and tugs his sweats up. “Calm down you old hag, I came onto her first.”

Kikyo gasps and grabs Killua by the arm, hastily dragging him out the room, “Unbelievable Killua your father will be hearing about this!” That’s the last thing you hear before your door is slammed shut. I don’t move from my spot as I catch my breath and try to process what just happened.

It’s safe to say after that incident me and Killua were under heavy surveillance it was too risky being together.

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Even now, recalling the incident has you flustered for a multitude of reasons but you decide to block out the terrible ending to what would’ve been a great night. His sweet promise to you was what mattered. Taking you away, being mated, having pups. It was like a fairy tale and you hung onto those words religiously.

Coming back to your senses you try to put a end to his tongue attacking your neck already giving you hickeys in minutes. I gasp and push at his chest but he doesn’t budge. “Killua! Come on you’re going to get me in trouble..” Placing another sloppy kiss onto my now very wet neck he smiles proudly at his work.

“The last ones i gave you were going away.” Was his excuse as he admired your flustered face. “One week until our birthday can’t you wait ? just one week!” I say scolding him but my pleased scent betrays the front i put on. He snickers at the act you put on and nods in compliance. Taking your smaller hands, he places a kiss on each individual finger tenderly, before his eyes are staring into yours “Just one week so remember what i told you okay.”

Smiling at him you close the distance before you and he rests his forehead against yours lovingly as your purring fills the empty hallway. All peace comes to an end as you hear your mothers heals clicking along the corridor. Killua growls, he has done nothing to hide his feelings of disdain towards her since he was a child but you shake your head at him. Giving him a quick kiss to the cheek you two separate and watch as she turns the corner.

Halting she sniffs the air around her and scrunches her nose at the slight smell of arousal in the air. But one look at Killua and how he’s glaring at her already is enough for her to bite her tongue and hold any comments. Instead she clears her throat and smiles as she approaches you two. She dotes on you both, “My dear twins, my sweet babies ! Your birthday is approaching! Let’s go talk party details.” She says using the relevant excuse to come between you both and drag you elsewhere.

You spare Killua a glance and smile at him and thinking of his promise. And as if he is thinking of the same thing he smiles back genuinely.

Just one more week <3

#killua x reader #killua x you #hxh killua #hxh smut #abo dynamics #dark content #brother x sister #yandere killua yandere hxh #hxh imagines #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter smut

[shamrockqueen]

Omega retreat : chapter 1

Pairing : Alpha Bucky x Omega Reader

Warnings : R18, Eventual Smut, Not what it seems, talk of medical issues/illness, dating site, ABO dynamics

Word count : 2038

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Summary : As an unmarked and lonely omega you find a flyer for a service called The Omega Retreat. You are paired with a compatible alpha to spend your heat or just a week at a luxurious cabin at a forest resort. Amenities and Utilities included. Enjoy the beautiful scenery, fresh air, as well as the company of an alpha of your choosing. What could possibly go wrong?

You almost stared through her as she spoke to you. Her tight bun of gray hair and her white coat match the sterile esthetic of the cold exam room you both sat in.

You never thought for even a moment that you would be having this kind of conversation, not at your age. You're young, you're healthy, and you should have plenty of time to make a family with the man of your choosing. Yet, there would always be this one thing that sat in the way.

Other women could plan out their lives however they wanted, marry, and even have children with anyone they chose. You were not so lucky. As an omega, you were bound by a biological law brought on by both your local government and your own body. You could fight it with medication at first, but over time everything would stop working, even the bodily system keeping you alive would eventually crash.

This heat had been so bad that you were barely able to move, let alone crawl as far as you had once you’d let yourself fall out of bed. You made it as far as the couch before everything blurred over and your vision turned black. You didn’t hear the phone ringing when work called regarding your absence, and you didn’t hear the banging at the door after they reached out to your family.

Your boss was one in a million, an omega who knew your plight and had the forethought to call your mother when you didn’t show up to work. Your dear mother was quick to call 911 when you didn’t pick up her calls. At least when the EMTs showed up, you were still breathing, but it was far too close of a call this time. If it weren’t for the people who cared about you, this story would have a far different ending.

After this last conversation with the doctor, you’ll be discharged, but you almost didn’t want to listen as she talked about how ‘it’s dangerous for omegas to go so long without having their heats satiated properly’ and that “suppressants can only go so far.”

You just didn’t want to believe it. You were still so young, and it felt like your whole life could come to a screeching halt in just one more month. Of course, all you needed was the real thing. No suppressants and no toys, just a living, breathing man to satiate your screaming inner omega. But, you’d never been with an alpha before; you’ve barely been with anyone, and you were scared.

One of your lesser qualities has always been your extensive social anxieties. Every time it seemed your boundary had to be pushed, you found a way to weasel out of it. You always chose avoidance over confrontation, until now. There was no avoidance anymore, and you knew that for your well-being something had to change.

“I’m just not sure if I’m ready.” You blotted away some fresh tears that tried to drip down your reddened cheek, with a little piece of tissue you had wadded up in your curled hand.

“I understand that for some, it can be a little scary, and we know you’ve done what you could to buy yourself just a little more time. But, this has become something that can’t be made to wait any longer.” Her voice was soothing, and it calmed you just a little, but the overwhelming realization that your bubble of comfort needed to be popped weighed just a little too heavily on you.

She reached behind her for a little blue pamphlet and handed it to you as she spoke. “I think it would be best to consider your options.”

You weren’t sure what that meant until you looked at the leaflet and saw a young woman on the cover looking just as confused as you with the words ‘how to practice safe sex’ sitting below her image.

Then it became very clear that you, in fact, had no other options; you only had one.

She got up to leave so you could get dressed for your discharge. You felt so juvenile as you stared daggers at the girl on the front page of the pamphlet. You wanted to crumple it up in your hand, throw the damn thing away, or maybe just toss it out the window. Yet, you just stared at it as the tears began to spill down your chin.

By the time you’d collected yourself enough to get your clothes on and grab the few things you’d brought with you, that stupid pamphlet was still in your hand. All the way to the check-out desk, you carried it.

It wasn’t until you were next in line to settle your copay that something else caught your eye and happily derail your pitiable thoughts.

It was a little red slip of paper tacked up to a cork board next to the discharge window. You weren’t able to read too much of it as the nurse handed you back your card, but the big, bold words ‘Omega retreat’ caught your attention, along with the image of a big, comfy bed in a cabin-esce setting.

You couldn’t help yourself when you grabbed one of the fliers off the wall before tucking your receipt and other paperwork in your purse. The nurse even smiled a little, as if she knew it was a good find too, as you left the doctor's office.

You forgot all about that blue nightmare of a paper booklet as you walked away with it still on the nurse’s desk. She didn’t think anything of it either as she picked it up and tossed it into the bin.

The idea of a dream getaway outranked a pamphlet for a budding omega's start to a pathetic sex life, much like yours. Maybe that would change, but for your well-being, it had to.

You didn’t stop to read the red flier just yet, and instead folded the paper in your hands as you walked back out to the parking lot. You finally drove away, absentmindedly listening to the grit of your tires rolling around the uneven road of your small town. You didn’t want to think; you didn’t want the distraction of music; you wanted your mind empty, as the numbness was the only thing keeping you from crying again.

With the aid of muscle memory, the drive home blew by quickly. Yet, as you parked in your spot at the duplex, you just slumped back in your seat and stared at the house. It was as if you’d find the answers to all your burning questions ingrained in the wood of the front door, but you knew there’d be none there.

It wasn’t long before the intrusive thoughts came creeping back in as the doctor's words echoed through each of your ears.

You were blessed with the ringing of your cellphone before you could start to break down again.

You unceremoniously sniffed back a flood of ugly tears before scrambling to dig your phone out of your bag.

You click the green button to answer, and the sweet sound of your mother’s voice fills your ear.

“Hi sweetie, did you leave the hospital already?”

“Uh, yeah. I was able to get discharged a while ago; sorry, I hadn’t called you yet.” You felt your hand shake as you gripped the phone.

“That’s ok, dear, as long as you feel better. Did the doctor say anything about how to fix this?”

“She told me what they’ve all told me, mom.”

She sighed for a second before speaking. “And it wasn’t an answer you wanted to hear, I’m sure.”

“They told me to explore my ‘options’.” The second that word spilled from your lips, you thought back about that blue eyesore the doctor had handed you. Though it wasn’t with any of your possessions anymore, You must have left it behind by accident, but you weren’t very heartbroken about it. In its place, of course, was the red flier you’d since folded up, and your eyes were once again caught on its deep and vibrant color as it poked through your purse.

“I want you to do what you think is best, but I don’t ever want to find you like that again.” Your mother’s tone became more serious.

You felt a stray tear leave a warm streak down your cheek to drip off your chin. Your stomach twisted at the thought of perishing in a fog of heat just to leave behind a pitiable corpse.

“I want things to get better, you know I do.”

“I know, dear; I’m just worried. It’s my job to worry after you.”

You chuckled a little before ending the call with a small sentiment. “I love you, mom.”

“I love you too, dear.”

“Bye.” You clicked the call off and sat in your car to wait out a rush of anxiety. You grabbed your bag and pushed out of the car, tossing the door closed as you approached the house.

Once inside, you dropped your purse at the door and just kept walking. The flier, however, sat in your hand after you absentmindedly pinched it between your fingers, waiting to entice you further once you sat back and sunk into your soft couch.

You finally unfolded it, looking over the larger, bolder letters first. ‘Omega retreat. Book your tickets today for a match made in heaven.’

It was a vacation package? Or was it a dating site? It looked like a strange combination of both, and what was even stranger was that it was tacked up in a doctor's office in the first place. Stuff like this usually wouldn’t be allowed in clinics, instead finding their home tacked up in grocery stores or small businesses.

It wasn’t anything to dwell on anymore as you held the slip of paper closer to read it.

“Forget me knot…stud of your choosing." It may be more than just a ‘dating’ service. The premise of being matched with an Alpha ‘Stud’ for a ‘forget me knot’ getaway made a burst of heat rise up in your belly and made your fingers shake just a little.

You’d never been with an alpha before, and although the premise sounds nice, it was still a little scary. The alpha breed had its own rumored behavior of aggression, but it was often accompanied by stories regarding sexual prowess. There were a few omegas from your old school that got their marks before graduating, and a couple others that bounced around from knot to knot comparing girth, roughness, and strength.

Then there was little old you, turning red at the corner of the table as you tried not to draw attention to yourself as you eavesdropped on every juicy moment. You can still remember choking on your sandwich, as one girl described what it was like popping her first knot.

You stared down at your coffee table for a moment, flier now crushed in your tightening little fist as a wave of embarrassment hit you square in the face, lighting your skin in a sharp wave of warmth.

The times have changed, haven’t they? You weren’t the scared little Omega from high school who turned pink at the drop of a hat; you were a beautifully bloomed woman. Yet, sometimes, when you catch sight of your peachy face in the reflection of a mirror, you're not sure anything has changed at all.

The only change that was certain was that many things were much more complicated than when you were younger, namely your body’s natural cycle. That rosy face could heat up and completely boil over the next time your heat rolled around, and with no one to take the pain away, it could lead to your early demise.

Maybe the doctor was right, maybe you needed to find some options, but on your terms.

You look back at the flier, spotting a website listed at the bottom of the page. You chewed at your lower lip before looking over at where your phone still sat by your purse. It wouldn’t hurt to just get a little more information; it would be just a little look, and maybe for the better.

Chapter 2

#fanfiction #fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #eventual smut #sebastian stan #bucky x you #abo dynamics #alpha bucky x reader #alpha bucky barnes #alpha bucky x omega reader #omega reader #valentines day #happy valentine's day #chapter 1 #dark bucky #with bucky #bucky fanfic #bucky #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky fic #buckybarnes #dark bucky x reader

[ohbo-ohno]

“eventually, what must be hours later, the trunk opens up and you see the alpha you'd let walk you to your car standing above you. he sighs, says tired yourself out finally? loud little thing”

oh the possibilities.

Price gives you the chance to walk yourself into the house, promising he’ll be extra gentle if you’re a good girl. He’s surprised by your defiance when you instead start kicking when he reaches for you, mouth curling into a satisfied smirk.

“Hard way it is, then.”

im always split on whether i think price is a brat tamer who enjoys the fight, or if he hates brats because he just wants you to be obedient for him naturally. i switch back and forth between the two depending on my mood lol

i do think he would enjoy the rush of forcing you into submission, chasing you down and making you understand just how weak you are compared to him

but i also love the image of him hardly having to do anything at all to make you listen. he makes a scolding noise, grips your nape real tight, something like that and you just melt. he loves seeing how much power he has over you, loves seeing how easy it is to make you fold

#asks and answers #john price x reader #abo au #dark fic

[redlenai]

Just realized something

Carlos Trillo and Carlos Meglia create CyberSix as a comic

Gets a live action tv show then a cartoon series

James Cameron gets "inspired" by it then creates Dark Angel

Jensen Ackles plays a character that has pheromones

Everyone moves on, then Supernatural comes in

Supernatural fans discover Jensen's role in Dark Angel

Supernatural fans create Omegaverse

Omegaverse has latinamerican, specifically argentinian roots Argentinatural is canon and this is not our proudest Coronación de Gloria

#red rambles #supernatural #dark angel #cybersix #jensen ackles #omegaverse #abo verse #it is unclear if james cameron got inspired or stole from cybersix #there are rumors the comic authors wanted to sue him #but they knew that two argentinians couldn't sue an american specially during the recovery of the economical crisis #with inflation and devaluation of our currency happening as well #it is quite the rumor and confirmation why nothing legal happened at least that's what I heard from veteran comic artists from argentina #omegaverse is argentina's fault

[georgiapeach30513]

What’s Wrong & What’s Right, Part 3

Summary:  Nick discovers you, and wants to save you

Pairings:  August Walker X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  A/B/O dynamics, obsessive behavior, stalking, kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.7K

Previous

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Nick pours himself a glass of scotch. Looking over the cubes of ice, he thinks about adding one, but he welcomes the harsh burn of the amber liquid. It had been a rough day. These Omegas were a mess. None wanted to perform anymore. They were becoming harder to control, and just once, he wanted them to do their fucking job.

Hearing a knock on his door, he groans, but lets them know that it is in fact open. “Your meal you requested, Mr. Fowler.”

“Mmm,” he responds to his least favorite Omega. Peggy was always stirring some shit up. Always into too much of the business.

“The senator is making his first appearance tonight.  Apparently he’s found him a pretty little Omega who is all too proud about her need to wait until marriage.”

Nick looks up at her annoyed. Taking another slow sip of the alcohol, “Do you have a point?”

“Word on the street she’s not a virgin. Just a virgin to Alphas. Imagine what a Omega who has never taken a knot would be worth? There’s a few Beta playboys who have been digging around needing information about the famous Royal Pony.  Might entice them, and one of such high standing.  She’s all over the news, articles of what a good girl she is are printed daily.”

Nick turns around and glares at the haggard Omega, “She’ll be on the news tonight,” Peggy smirks before taking her leave.

“Meddlesome bitch,” Nick groans before taking a bite of his food. He runs his fingers through his hair, giving the brunette locks a slight tug, before grabbing the remote. Clicking on the evening news while he eats.

It’s true, an unmated and un-knotted Omega would be a great commodity to the Pony, but he needed to see what all the fuss was. Tonight was supposed to be the official outing for you and the senator as an engaged couple. While he was making his rounds for a re-election, you were hitting all the news outlets about true love, and your decision to wait.

He rolls his eyes, figuring that he had indeed had you, that this was all for show. There was no way an Alpha of such high regard would actually wait. But then he sees you walking around his pool house with the interviewer. Showing them your current home, and how you couldn’t wait to be married and give him all the pups he should want.

Your eyes shine as you show them your life. With every praising quote they recited from your fiancé, you preen with excitement. Speaking only of your fiancé in the highest regard. You were stunning. The perfect Omega. With enough reserve to leave him wanting more, but you had pride in your relationship.

“Shall we bring out the fiancé?” the reporter asks. Most wouldn’t notice it, but Nick did. A millisecond of fear flashes in your eyes. “Mr. Walker,” and even the young boy steps back as the menacing figure of August Walker walks into your temporary home.

He should be ashamed of himself, keeping you out alone in the pool house. His beefy arm wraps around you immediately, and he pulls you in close to him. His head, tilting to the side to peer down at you. To some this would be a sign of sweetness. Thinking he was giving you a quick peck, but Nick catches it. He whispers into your ear, and your eyes flash quickly for only a second. He was commanding you.

Your smile bright, when you beam up at him, giving his belly a quick scratch before settling your hand on his lower stomach. He was so much larger than you in frame and thickness. Seemingly the perfect Alpha, but there was a darkness that lingered in the air with him. Nick couldn’t put his hand on it.

“There are none quite like her,” August gives your side a quick squeeze before you nod, smiling up at him for the praise. “She’s going to be the perfect wife. And while I know some may think this is a bit extreme,” a squeeze onto your side makes you look back up at him with so much love on your face, fake love. “We’re happy, and that’s all that matters.”

August’s jaw tightens as he clenches his teeth. The Alpha was usually guarded and secretive of his life. Why was this so different? Everything about this interview seemed off.  With a quick search of his polls, Nick understood why. No one compared to him. “The extreme playboy has found his perfect Omega.”

And you were. You played the part well. Giggling and smiling up at him, and your hand never stopped holding onto his stomach. “Now if you would excuse us, we do have a wedding to plan.”

“Of course. You saw them here first, with their first official outing as an engaged couple.”

Nick clicks through your photos online with him, and you are obedient. He saw that submissive pose more than once. Nothing of your early childhood existed. It was like you were plucked out of nowhere, and built just for August.

He had prided himself on doing some deep dives on the internet, and had been known to hack into a few high profile’s people’s phones. Letting them know just how they could find them an Omega, especially with Betas. Getting into August’s phone proved to be a bit difficult. But he managed, and you were no virgin. Albeit, he didn’t have a single photo of you taking his knot.

The photos were an Alpha’s dream. Every single one had you in the most vulnerable and submissive state, and then there was the photo that caused Nick to want you. Meeting August was no accident. He’d heard of places like that. And no doubt August had found him an Omega perfect for him. Nick had to save you. You deserved more than to be used as his kink. What would happen once the new wore off? He was doing you a favor.

August had invited this plan by sticking you away from his main house. Tucked away from him. Left to go through your heats alone, while he kept pictures of your pained face at the loss of him for his personal spank bank. People like him disgust Nick. He will find you. And he will save you.  And if he could get over his issues with being mated, he would adore you.  Treat you like the princess you were.  If only.

Throughout the weeks, Nick followed your painfully obvious social media posts.  Your perfection only added to August’s appeal.  People adored you, adored your mystery, and your innocence.  He’s sure that someone behind the scenes had to have your files scrubbed, and infuriated him to not know where you came from.  It was easier to take Omegas that trusted him.  He just had to make things up as he went.

Standing outside your private small house, still on the grounds, but the security was lacking.  Nick spotted every camera.  Waiting outside to see August walk out after he had his evening with you.  His anger elevates more everyday.  He should have just claimed you.  It would have made what Nick was about to do harder.  August would be able to feel your distress, instead he was leaving you in a puddle begging for more.  

“Let me do what I’m designed to do,” you whine as you follow him out the door.  “Alpha, please!” you were needy, and he wondered what August’s end goal was with not claiming you now was.

“Now that is enough.  Return to your bed.  I left you a little present.  You’ve done so well today, Omega,” before he spins on his heels leaving you sniffling.  Walking into your bedroom, it’s pitiful that you get excited about his button up shirt from today.  Slipping it on your body, and snuggling into it.  Wishing that it was August.  

It was now or never.  He slips in through the cameras’ blind spot, and you were so spent and lonely, you actually thought it was him.  “Alpha, you came back,” running up to him, but you back away the moment you scent him.  “You’re not Auggie.”

“No, I’m here to rescue you.  Do you know what he’s doing to you?”

“He loves me,” your lower lip trembles, and you search around your empty room.  Wrapping your arms tight around yourself, and taking a deep scent of August’s smell.  “He’ll have you killed.”

“If he finds me.  He won’t.  Aren’t you tired of him playing with you?  Getting all these photos and videos of barely giving you him, before he’s stomping away?  You know he’s playing with some other Omega in his house don’t you.”

“He wouldn’t,” you shake your head, stepping back further from him.  “H-h-he’s got plans for us.”

“Yeah, box office plans.  Using a live feed of your wedding night to help pay for his campaign.  August is full of dirty money, even you know that.  He’s been using you for a long time hasn’t he Omega?  You’re such a sweet one.  He targeted you.  I want to offer you an out.  Let you be the sweet Omega you were taught to be,” he knew.  You look up at him, thinking that he knew everything that you had been through.  What your father had made you endure.  “What is it that you want?”

“Can I see Frank again?”

“Sure,” he answers quickly, but you don’t even care.  That was enough of a confirmation for you.

“August won’t find me?”

“He’ll never find you where I’m taking you,” he holds up his gloved hand, waiting.  You look around your room before grabbing it.  “There’s a good girl.  We’ve got a long night ahead of us.  If you keep quiet, I’ll let you cuddle with me tonight.  I know you’re exhausted.  You just want someone to love you, don’t you?” you nod your head, inhaling his intoxicating musk with the tiniest bit of iris, making your head spin.  “Mmm, is that pear I detect?” he asks wafting your scent.

“Yeah,” you smile, looking away from him.  Nick was entranced, it took very little to embarrass you.  

“Alright, beautiful Pear Blossom.  You ready to join me?” you nod your head, and he points to some clothes, turning around to give you privacy, but you’re still keeping August’s shirt.  Anything to see him.

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