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Room 109 -> jjk (m)

↳ Pairing: jungkook x reader ↳ genre: werewolf!au ↳ word count: 6.7k ↳ warnings: alpha!jungkook, omega!reader, omega is in heat, mating, knotting, dirty talk, female solo masturbation, unprotected sex (stay safe!), jk is proud of his size lol, multiple orgasms, pregnancy kink — synopsis: Having Jungkook as your apartment buddy was a lot to get used to. But with one early day, your heat comes up much stronger than usual, and you were desperate for an alpha’s touch. 

A/N: I hope this oneshot can heal all of your thirsty, sexually frustrated souls. Also, this is my first time writing about a/b/o fics so please go easy on me. Please enjoy! 

Let’s face it, your college entrance exams were hard enough but finding a decent apartment that was close to your university and wasn’t gender-neutral was harder.

Almost all of the closest residencies were full and booked of students that were about to experience a new chapter of their life. College. You get stressed very easily, and the fact that there are almost no more apartments that accepts only girls freaks you out. You are not going to share a goddamn room with a boy. Hell no.

“Mom…” you mewl as you cradled closer to your mother’s side with your laptop in front of you, “They’re all full.” You whimpered when the words ‘Sorry! We are fully booked right now! Try searching for other apartments that attain your satisfaction.’

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This is one of the cutest alpha!bucky stories I’ve read ❤️🥰🥺

Burning Rose

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Serendipity  {3/3}

Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Summary: They say if you meet and don’t mate with your true bondmate, an Omega’s heats will become more frequent and more painful. Unfortunately for you, you live with multiple Alpha’s, and the one you have eyes for probably only sees you as a friend. So as a friend, you go to him for help one night, only to wake up bonded…

Warnings: SMUT. A/B/O dynamics, swears…. uhmmm….. not sure what else :)

You wake up feeling warm and content. The first thing you notice is the warm breath on your neck and shoulders, Steve’s face shoved into the crook of your neck. His arms are around your middle, holding tightly, and you’re both curled around each other like perfect puzzle pieces.

The second thing you notice is that he’s hard.

In the moments before your brain fully registers your surroundings, in the place between asleep and awake, you feel Steve’s length pressing into you and you wiggle your hips back into it, making him moan a little in your ear. Your Omega instincts go into overdrive and you press your ass into him even further before your mind catches up to you and you realise what you’re doing.

You freeze and take a moment to take inventory of your current situation. You had fallen asleep with Steve in your room, in your nest. He’d also evidently fallen asleep at some point, and now you were cuddling, with his dick sticking into you, obviously after more stimulation. The fact that you’d even managed to fall asleep with someone so close to your nest, someone in your nest was absolutely insane to you.

But, Steve technically was your Alpha… maybe it was supposed to feel that natural. You feel safe around Steve, he’d never hurt you, and so perhaps that already present trust was tenfold now that you were bonded.

Yeah.

That had to be it.

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Let It Snow - Chapter 1/4: Oh The Weather Outside Is Frightful

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Word Count: 4,049

Warnings: Dark!Steve Rogers, stalking, ABO dynamics, mating cycles/heat, noncon and dubcon, very explicit sexual content in future chapters (18+ ONLY)

A/N: Remember when I said I had an ABO one-shot planned and it was gonna be really filthy? Remember when I said that I would have it out before Christmas? Well it took me like three weeks but I did it and I basically piled all my kinks into one story hahahah sorry guys. 

Here is the first installment of this new story!

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Comfort

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Jealous/possesive Bucky comforts you, his (not yet) omega that is struggling with the results of a recent mission.

Warnings: language, dirty talk, smut, abo smut

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Bucky wasn’t one to get jealous. Steve was his best friends and he spent most of his time on the team— training new recruits, leading missions ecetera. He spent a lot of time outside of the compound too, with Sharon. Sure, Sharon annoyed him— but it wasn’t because Steve loved her with his whole heart, it was because her energy set him off. 

Sam was a good friend too but he wasn’t someone who got jealous of. He would attend Sam’s therapy groups at the VA and go out of his way to meet people— Sam said it would do him good to network. He also had a life outside of the Avengers and he didn’t talk about it often so Bucky had no basis to be jealous of.

Natasha was gorgeous, and she was the definition of Black Widow. She would lure in man after man after woman after man and leave them hanging long after their night was over. It wasn’t something that bothered Bucky. Sure, they were best friends and they had a past together in his Winter Soldier days, but that wasn’t who he was now. He loved Natasha, yes. But as a best friend and a sister.

But you, oh god. You left the compound to spend time with Wanda and he was in the gym, burning off all the frustration that comes with that. You laughed at one of Tony’s jokes, and glasses broke in his hand, making blood pool in his palm and wash into the sink. Whenever you had been scented by Peter, another Omega, he held back his growls and snarls and shut himself in his room until the urge to absolutely ruin the kid had passed. God, you smelled so good to him, and there was nothing in the world he wouldn’t do to make you his. 

He woke up one night, to the screams of you down the hall. It had been another failed mission in Bali that had you crying and screaming and thrashing in your sheets. The smell of your distress seeped into the walls and woke him from a dead sleep— this was the worst one yet and your screams made him rip off his sheets and run to your door.

“Y/N? Y/N, Doll! Open the door, please!” He almost cried, hitting the side of his fist against the door and twisting the knob. Locked.

In response to his cries, a sound not unlike a desperate moan made him almost tear down the door in desperation to get to you. 

“Sweet Omega, please.” He says, resting his forehead against the door and shifting on his feet impatiently. There was the absence of screaming then, and then a tiny whimper that made Bucky’s instincts rear his head. He needed to get to his Omega. Now. 

“Little, ‘Mega please.” He said, trying the door again and finding that the knob twisted easily under his grasp. The metal of the doorknob had been molded to the shape of his fingerprints, and he didn’t have time to wince at it before the too-sweet smell of your distress his nose. It was similar to the smell of over-ripe oranges and lilies, and he almost gagged as he ran into the room, climbing not he bed, taking off his shirt and pulling you into his arms. 

All of his skin was available to your unconscious body, and it nuzzled into him. You nosed his scent gland, and the hair on your body stood up at the sound of his crooning. He crooned as if his entire life depended on it and in a way it did. 

You had followed him around like a lost puppy for the first year he moved into the compound. You refused to leave his side and refused to disappear when you saw the worst parts of him. You scented him and crooned to him as he had waves of anxiety crawl over him. You placed your full body weight on top of him when he no longer felt grounded and needed something to hold on to. You had always been there for him, and it was about damn time that he relayed his dues. 

“Y/N, baby girl. Wake up, you’re safe. You’re safe, my love.” He whispered, scratching the nape of your neck with his flesh hand. It traced down your neck, and dusted over your pulse point, your scent mark, your bonding mark. Over your shoulder and down to your elbow. It grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand to his mouth, kissing each of your knuckles and each of your fingertips. He kissed your palm and rested it over his own bonding point— neither of you had bonded each other yet— you hadn’t even slept together or gone on a first date, but there was an unspoken rule that you belonged to him, and he belonged to you and there was no other way it could be. 

You cried out as your eyes shot open and you shot forward, smacking your head into Bucky’s and crying out once more as the sharp pain rocketed through your system. Your racing heart gave way to the soft purring from Bucky’s bare chest and your eyes shot around the room for any sign of threat that you had dreamt so vividly of. 

When Bucky’s thick, cedar lemon scent flitted over your senses your eyes flickered over to where he was tracing the lines of your neck with the softest touch. His rumbling chest soothed the wild omega inside of you and you found yourself nuzzling his nose into the sweet spot under his jaw. Your scent found its way marking him and he almost moaned at the way your scents combined. 

“Buck?” Your voice was shaking and broken, and he only held your head closer to him. 

“I got you, Omega. I’m not going anywhere.” He said, his voice rumbling its way into your core in a way that had your heart racing in your chest. 

You kissed his scent gland then, an open-mouthed kiss that made his lower tummy stir in the best way. One kiss after another, you began to mark him as yours for everyone to see. Your teeth grazed his skin— not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough that his cock stirred in the soft fabric of his sweatpants. 

“Doll, if you keep going, I won’t be able to stop.” He warned. When you moved to straddle him and guided his hands to your hips he knew your answer. He lunged forward, capturing your soft lips in his own rougher ones and swallowed the surprised gasp that left your lips. 

“You smell real nice, Princess. You gonna be good for me?” He mumbled, biting your neck and relishing in the way your raspy moan filled the air. 

“Yes Alpha, please.” You begged, baring your neck to him. He moaned at the action and rested his teeth against your throat as his hands skirted under your sleep shorts to tease the line of your underwear and graze the soft hair that covered you. 

“So wet for me already, ‘Mega mine.” He growled.

“Always for you, Bucky.” You replied, tangling your fingers in his hair and scratching his scalp. He moaned and pushed himself onto his knees, rolling you over onto your back and resting his weight on top of you. 

“Alpha please.” You sighed as he began kissing down your chest. Your sleep bra was loose, and it showed no resistance when his hands skirted under it to tease the soft flesh of your tits. You moaned loudly when one calloused hand and one metal hand pinched each of your nipples. You arched your back into him in order to get closer and with sharp nips and bites covered the skin under your boobs with small bite marks and bruises. 

“What d’you want, Omega?” 

“You. All of you everywhere.” Your voice was high pitched and desperate as you begged for him. 

“You want my mouth on you? Want me to taste that slick? Your sweet slick that’s just for me? My slick?” He growled as he thought of the way you so often smelled like Peter or Tony. 

“Your slick, Alpha. Always yours.” 

He crooned against the band of your shorts and you gasped as his teeth began to pull them down your legs, inch by inch. It must have not been an attractive angle for your double chin, but god the look in his eyes as he made eye contact with you made you almost cum on the spot. You looked so fucked out already that Bucky purred with pride, and his cock stirred more in his pants, urging to be free. 

Instead of just having you the way he wanted, he found himself taking his time with your whining shaking form. The smell of your sex filled the room as his lifted one of your legs over his shoulders. He kissed your ankle and trailed his lips up your calf to the inside of your knee where he bit down on another scent gland. You keened out and threw your head into the mattress, grasping at sheets to channel your frustration. He did the same to the other leg then, and hooked his arms around your thick, strong thighs, kissing the gland on the insides of your thighs before pressing his nose to the soft fabric of your underwear and inhaling. 

“You smell so good, Omega. I could eat you right up.” He hummed and licked a stripe up your clothed core. A small scream echoed in your throat and you clutched at his newly cropped hair, pulling him closer to you. Instead of pulling back and reprimanding you, he was just as desperate to have his mouth on you so he took his metal arm and tore your underwear from your body. They were ruined by the amount of slick pouring fro your core, and he wasn’t too keep on pulling away from you. 

You moaned at the feeling of the underwear tearing from your hips and could have cried when Bucky dove into you, lapping at the slick coating your inner thighs, core, and clit. God, his tongue was like magic on you. His rough lips added another sensation on top of the sucking and his warm tongue and you thought you were going to actually explode when he entered one metal finger into your hole, pumping in time with each tiny kitten lick of your clit. 

“Bucky. Alpha, oh God.” You cried, tears leaking from your eyes and you ground your hips into his face. He half-heartedly held them down with his flesh arm, but he adored the way you were so physically desperate for him. He added another finger before pulling away and kissing your mound gently and smiling up at you. 

“This good, little Omega? Your alpha treating you good?” His voice rumbled around the room and the timbre of it made your nipples tighten in response. So that they didn’t get too sore as a result of his voice, your fingers came up and clutched your breasts, squeezing and playing. The sight had Bucky almost blowing his knot right then and there. 

“Fuck doll, you’re gonna kill me.” He moaned as he sucked your juices into his mouth. He moaned at your taste on his lips and his nose brushed your clit with every solid lick of your labia, making you shake around him. 

“Alpha…” You moaned loudly. Your power to control electricity was active now, making the lights flicker and the radio turn in and out of focus. Each lick of your core made your fingertips spark, and he was sure each dry strand of hair on his head was sticking up with the static of the air. 

“What is it, Sweetheart?”

“I want—“

“Want what?” He asked, pinching your clit between his metal fingers and making you gasp loudly and desperately for air you found yourself suddenly short of. 

“Your knot. Gimme your knot, Buck. I need. Oh God, Bucky.” You almost sobbed as he sucked on you hard, almost coaxing your to the edge and pulling away just as he felt you fluttering around his metal digits. You cried at the loss of him and were soon silenced by his slick lips on yours. You tasted so good to yourself, and when you let out the most pornographic moan at the taste of the kiss, Bucky just barely was able to pull his cock free from his sweats and push himself in. 

“You’re so tight for me, Omega. You gonna take my thick knot like a good little girl? Gonna swell with my pups? Give me a pack of my own, huh?” He growled as he thrust sharply into you. He was so big, and you were so full and your nails tore the skin of his back as he pulled out almost all the way and pushed back in. The wet sounds of your pussy would have embarrassed you if it were anyone else, but the way Bucky moaned at the sound and rutted harder into you were erotic. It wasn’t long until he began to swell, and wore of praise became slurred together as his vision grew fuzzy. 

He pulled his glistening cock out of you, and before you could whimper at the loss he flipped you over and sat back on his heels, stroking himself as he watched your wrecked body shudder. 

“Omega.” His voice no longer held the warm tone that was so beautifully Bucky. This tone was sharp, and all alpha. You keened into the soft fabric of the duvet and you wiggled your hips while laying on your stomach. While Bucky stroked himself with his metal hand, his flesh hand coasted down your spine, tracing the dips of your spine before rotating and cupping your swollen, drenched sex. 

“Present for your Alpha.” He growled, pulling you up by your cunt to a kneeling position. You squealed at his manhandling of you and rested your chest onto the mattress, arching your back and pushing your hips towards Bucky, who moaned at your submission to him. His cock was aching now, and when you wiggled your ass anxiously he snarled and smacked your ass. The red handprint wasn’t even fully developed before he slammed into you and fell forward. His chest was pressed hard against your back and his mouth was on the back of your neck, pinning you down like you imagined the first Wolfsblood species mated. Breeded. 

His teeth ghosted over your bonding mark and he nipped it lightly, hard enough to scent you and mark you but not enough to actually bond you. You clenched tightly around him and he groaned, sinking his teeth into the meat of your shoulder and breaking the skin. You screamed in pleasure and pain, and let out a guttural moan when you heard him when he keened into your shoulder as he felt his knot begin to catch on you. 

“‘M close, Omega.” He groaned, relishing in the sounds his thighs made against yours. The skin slapping was so primal and it just urged him further and harder. 

“Me too, Alpha, me too.” You gasped. He was almost fully stuck in you and you were just so close. It wasn’t until his flesh hand snuck in underneath your body and circled around your clit that you fell into euphoric pleasure and saw stars. Your screams were muffled by the blanket underneath you, and you whimpered slightly when Bucky bit down harder on your shoulder as his knot exploded inside of you.

His hot cum painted your walls, and his heavy knot filled you in a way you never could have imagined— and god, had you imagined.

His hot tongue soothed the bite mark he made and he kissed the side of your neck sweetly, pulling you up with him as he rolled over, pulled the covers over both of you and adjusted the both of you so that you were both as comfortable as possible while knotted. His hands, gentle now, traced your sides and your thighs. He crooned against you to calm you down, and when you came down from your high, you hummed in response and buried yourself deeper into the covers. His cock was softening and it would be long until he would be able to disconnect from you. However, the warmth he provided for you, and the comfort he circled you with made you almost horribly sad at the idea of him leaving. 

You were his, and he was yours. 

“Stay.” You whispered, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

“Always, Omega. Always.”

“And Bucky?”

“Yes, my Sweet?”

“If you steal the blankets I’m going to put my cold feet on you.”

Let It Snow Chapter 2/4: But The Fire Is So Delightful

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Word Count: 5,485

Warnings: Dark!Steve Rogers, stalking, ABO dynamics, mating cycles/heat, nonconsensual somnophilia, masturbation, me taking extreme liberties with how ABO biology works, come eating (kind of), comeplay, and lots and lots of tension (18+ ONLY)

A/N: The much-anticipated second chapter is up! Sorry for the wait, it has been so busy lately. Thank you so much to my beta reader @jessieray98​!! She’s AMAZING!! Enjoy!!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Min Yoongi | Suga/Reader, Min Yoongi | Suga & Reader, Kim Taehyung | V/Reader, Kim Taehyung | V & Reader, Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Taehyung | V & Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga/Reader Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Namjoon | RM Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Kim Taehyung | V, Omega Min Yoongi | Suga, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Threesome, Threesome - F/M/M, Dirty Talk, Polyamory, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - College/University, Knotting, References to Knotting Summary:

in which omega/omega relationships are looked down upon, and taehyung is happy to take care of both you and your boyfriend.

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE (boarding school au!) ☆ part. 1

୨୧ yandere! alpha! tokyorev x omega! f! reader (harem : mikey, draken, mitsuya, chifuyu, kazutora, baji, ran, rin, izana, kakucho, kokonoi, inupi, sanzu, kisaki, hanma)

— you're joining an elite all-boy (and alpha) boarding school and they all turn out to have a very dark affection for you.

cw : reverse harem, yandere themes, harassment, bullying, blackmailing, stalking, possessive and controlling behaviour etc.

a/n : I had the idea thanks to this post and from the kdrama hierarchy I just finished watching + I hope it's not messy + they'll be multiple parts to it I think...

MY MASTERLIST : ☆

having a girl attend an all-boy school is unusual, but an omega enrolling in a place filled with alphas is almost unheard of.

let's simply say that your father was suddenly transferred to another school, forcing the both of you to move in tokyo in the course of a week only. your dad is offered a room directly inside the building with other of his colleagues and for convenience, his only daughter was allowed to reside here as well.

the school is pretty far away from the rest of the city too, and with all the wealth this school has accumulated, they find the generosity in themselves to let you attend classes with the others in exchange for your father's appreciated hard work.

there aren't a lot of students you point out, but they seem to all stand out in their own way. your class is composed of the elite, boys all born with a golden spoon, privileged lifestyles and a brilliant future.

you're intimidated at first, scared even, not used to being surrounded by so many alphas at once. you feel like a prey once you enter the classroom for the first time, the news has passed around quickly and the students grew very curious of the sweet faced omega who was going to join them soon.

you quickly got to learn the name of the rep, who has been nothing but welcoming to you and made your arrival as pleasing as possible. mitsuya made sure to show you around, he was kind and reliable, giving you his number almost immediately after your first encounter.

you had spent the day glued to his side, shyly smiling to his friends and listening attentively to the advices he gave you. the next morning, you came a bit sooner, rushing over to the empty seat he had kept for you right in front of him, happily thanking him for his kindness.

mitsuya is quick to present you his closest friend draken, a big and strong alpha who's just that tall you can't help but notice him. despite his menacing appearance, draken is calm and collected and keeps his pheromones in check. you even notice how pleasantly odourless the whole classroom has been since your arrival. you had expected to feel your nose burn from the intense pheromones and testosterone alphas usually emitted, but you had to admit they were rather well behaved and you mentally thanked them for their thoughtfulness.

draken helps you out during sport lessons, shows you how to score when playing basketball, catches the ball for you before gently handing it to you and makes sure the others are being careful around you.

mikey's the one who offers you his sweater once it gets cold during the late night classes or when it gets dark outside and going back to your rooms through the immense garden is a bit of a challenge. he doesn't really let you argue and throws it over your shoulders, he doesn't give room for discussion and you're too cooperative to refuse anyway. you notice that the others instinctively act a little less clingy when he's interacting with you, you find their group dynamic quite interesting and you like how comfortable they make you feel.

his scent often lingers on you for hours afterwards, even going the next day with a tiny patch of mikey's distinctive aroma on your shoulder. you sometimes see him eyeing that exact spot with a lot of intensity that if often destabilises you. when you look up at him with a puzzled look, he simply gives you a kind smile, hiding behind it how possessive you make him.

you later meet kazutora, who doesn't waste time introducing himself to you. you notice that he's pretty popular, always in the middle of all conversations, laughing loudly with the other boys and receiving every invitations to every parties. he always tries to get your attention one way or another, bragging about his good grades, casually flirting with you before someone else reprimands him for that. you should come and see one of his game soon ! he's in the basketball team with draken and the both of them would love to see you cheer on them in the bleachers.

chifuyu's room's right next to yours. when mitsuya first showed you your room, he had called him to help you unpack and settle here comfortably. chifuyu's awkward but he's got the spirit, almost choking on his own saliva once he catches a sniff of your sweet scent for the first time. were all omegas supposed to smell this good or are you just the exception ?

then there's kisaki, who visits you quite often, pretending that he likes it better to be in your room after classes only because it's easier to talk without the hubbub of other students. you notice how sweaty his palms are, nervous gaze desperately trying to find something to look at if not your chest, and hands fixing his glasses every minute or so. he helps you out with your homework, of course your level is nowhere near theirs. they're the elite, born and raised in the best conditions possible to rise and become part of the top of society. he's sighing a lot, slightly mocking how hard you find your homework even though all of them are able to finish them with ease. he explains it all, shaking his head at how cutely dumb this pretty omega is and how helpless she'll be once thrown into the big wide world. will you be able to survive on your own ? kisaki is skeptical...

by hanging out often with kisaki, you're naturally bound to meet his best friend, hanma. he's exactly what you would think of when imagining a "privileged delinquent". he smokes behind the building, skips classes but still manages to score high and doesn't take shit from anyone. you would find funny how easy life is for them if the power they hold over the teachers and their school headmaster wasn't pretty horrifying. the hierarchy clearly wasn't anything close to normal, as every family of those students were very influential, a tantrum from one them is all it would take to have a teacher fired on the spot. you quickly learned that when a new professor tried to teach hanma some manners and reprimand him for carrying cigarettes with him. the poor man didn't get the justice he should have had and instead was gone the next day.

but no matter he says, hanma is actually pretty thoughtful. he always tells you to stay away from those toxic garbage and that only he is allowed to do that. he makes sure to never smoke near you and sprays perfume before coming over to you. you can scold him all you want as well, he likes to hear you nagging him. but that's just you, nobody else.

anyways, hanma warned you that if one of those assholes (students and teachers alike) were to bother you, you should simply talk to him about it. he seemed very adamant about making your year here very pleasant and you thank him for that, even if you don't necessarily approuve of his methods.

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lately you've been feeling like somebody's following you... but you simply shrug it off as baji is always with you. he's confident and assertive, you don't feel nervous around him. he's part of the swimming club and invites you over during his competitions. he drags you to one of the privatised pool under his name at your school and helps you out in the water, enjoying more than he should how you cling to him whenever you get too tired and he won't let you go back to edge. he feels your soft boobs pressing against his firm skin and sees the sweet panic in your eyes and his instincts jump out immediately.

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saint valentine's near and you can practically hear them all whine with impatience. of course their adorable omega was going to bake something, isn't she the best ? tight apron tied around your perfect waist, you're trying hard to make as many chocolate as possible, putting them in small boxes and decorating them with a pink ribbon.

you're glad they let you use their own kitchen, the one you and your father had along with his colleagues was nothing sort of dreamy, used and damaged. theirs was huge, clean and filled to the brim with the latest and most sophisticated tools you could only dream of. they told you to use it whenever you had something you wanted to bake instead of that poor excuse of a kitchen, living inside that garbage was a crime they thought, they couldn't let their precious omega walk around in such filth...

sanzu almost begged you to bake some chocolate for him, you even thought he was gonna end up on his knees from how hard he was pleading... you laughed a bit at his antics and gave him his holy grail with your usual smile that never fails to make him want to bite your cute cheeks. mikey's eagerly waiting for his own share of chocolate and you promptly give them all theirs without forgetting to thank them for how kind they all were since the beginning of the year.

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that's... weird. you never thought you would've felt unsafe inside the buildings of this school with how protective they all were. but again, you should have expected that from at least one of them, you're in an all-alpha school after all...

but now you're all alone, the late night snack you left your room for tightly held in your fist and frantic eyes searching around you for anyone awake at this hour too. you didn't think someone would actually assault you in such a place, but here you were...

the corridor is empty, dim lights don't help your vision at all and the foul scent of an alpha is invading your nose.

the boy starts to dig his nose inside the crook of your neck and you physically recoil at the intrusive action, shaking at how forcibly submissive it makes you.

lucky for you, the lights turn on and a familiar small group of alphas arrive after a minute only. mikey's the one to give the first blow before leaving the rest to baji and sanzu. kakucho is as kind as ever, the most reassuring person you could wish for and softly makes sure you're alright after the small scolding of mitsuya. of course you should've called one of them if you were hungry ! only a helpless omega like you would have done that, so vulnerable and in need of a saviour... how did you even survive on your own before meeting them ?

you honestly can't answer nor think straight anymore next to the pleading of the beaten up boy, the two angry alphas spreading pheromones you wish you didn't smell because of how strong they are...

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— second part coming soon...

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“Blood For Blood” (chapter 10)

Pairings: ABO!Ot.7 x Omega! Reader

Warnings: nightmares, gory flashbacks, torture in the form of human sacrifice??, mentions of blood.

Word count: 8k

Synopsis: You are better off alone. That’s what you’ve told yourself for the past 13 years, living off a food source that has dwindled with each passing season. But when you hunt down a buck on someone else’s territory, you invite the attention and compassion—however unwanted both of them may be—of a rising Alpha. Determined to remind you what it is to have a family, he makes a decision that could very well end his position as Alpha no sooner than it’s begun. The funny thing about staying in one place, though, is that now you’re forced to relive the nightmares you spent so long running from. And along with them come the memories of a debt that demands to be paid in blood.

This is my original work so please do not repost or modify in any way!

I cannot thank you all enough for your patience. Life has been all over the place the last few months but thanks for waiting on me, for checking on me as well as my progress on these stories. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I hope you like chapter 10 because we are nearing the end of this series ( possibly no more than 4 or 5 chapters left) and each one will be a dramatic rise in suspense and action and generally the product of my overactive imagination. previous chapters are linked below, you will need to read them if you are new here (or need a refresher becaue it HAS been four months). If not, have at it and enjoy!

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  

Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9 

Mallory did not like having a full house.

Jungkook had gotten a paw caught on her brand new teal chiffon and nearly shredded the fabric, Jimin had practically made a nest of all the scraps she’d let fall to the floor and was currently sprawled out in a corner. At least Hoseok brought food when he visited.

Three. Times. A day.

Jin came with Nina and Maurice every morning and night to check your vitals, hope for consciousness, then, when you remained unresponsive, left dejected with no new news of your condition. Mallory was all but grateful for the sudden need to play hostess. Mixed with her shop duties, she almost had no time to be worried.

Almost.

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change the channel (Ko-Fi Request) Kenma Kozume/Camgirl!Omega!Reader

hello! Id love a kenma x reader fic (maybe a/b/o) ?? Also, thank you so so much for writing so many amazing fanfics :) every time I read a new chapter from any of your stories, it makes my day <3 

OFC COURSE YOU CAN!!!! And thank you so much for your support and for your donation! AND THANK YOU!! I know this one is long overdue, but I hope you enjoy!

I’m also killing two birds with this one, it’s substituting for Typetober Day 16: back and forth (using change the channel instead)

title: change the channel

pairing: Kenma Kozume/Omega!Reader

rating: T/very slight M

summary:

Kenma taps his phone again, right back at your picture. He stares at you with wide, piercing eyes, leaning across the table and quickly saying, reverent and eager—

“I want to buy your game from you.”

Today, sitting here beside you in your bag, are fully equipped items to try and protect you from the creepy, deranged, rich stranger you’d been about to meet. Today, you were fully expecting to unleash a fury building up inside of you over an injustice you can’t tackle on your own in your society on some poor, unsuspecting alpha—

Here, sitting in front of you, is a self-claimed internet game streamer, who wants to buy your… special edition… game?

“You want…” you say, slowly, making sure you don’t have this wrong, “…my game?”

He nods.

You open your mouth. It closes. You open it again, raise a finger, and then press your lips together, staring at him.

“I’m sorry,” you say finally. “What?”

link to AO3 for easier reading: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27446191

Omegachion has signed on!

The monitor screen flickers to life. 

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this ate. CORDELIA HOW DO YOU EAT SO HARD WITH THESE?!

Don't really have any experience at all with anything omegaverse related but I've got big alpha!Gaz x omega!Reader thoughts...

cw: minor smut, knotting?

Everyone thinks he's a Beta because of the hormone suppressants. Kyle Garrick is always level headed. Cheeky with a silver tongue, of course, but no one has ever heard of him truly lashing out. Really, Kyle hates it. The hormones, going into rut, all of it. He wants to be able to walk by people and not be overwhelmed by their scent, so he plays it off and takes the medication in secret; Price being the only one privy to his habits. His work requires him to be at his best, and the suppressants get him there.

Things change when the main offices hires a cute new secretary.

Cute thing you are in your ironed button up blouse and neatly pressed pinstripe skirt. Proper and professional as you handle paperwork; unclaimed by an alpha. You shouldn't be different from anyone else Kyle's come into contact with, omega or otherwise, yet you are. There's something about your scent that burrows into his skin, makes it tingle and burn as if you've set it on fire. You smile so sweetly at him as you take the report from his hands, and he has to fight the urge to vault the desk you sit at.

Chalking it up to a late dose of his suppressants, he pushes it out of his mind the best he can but he only spirals. They don't seem to work as well whenever he's around you. He's never smelled anything as sweet as you, be it flower or food, and he feels his heart become overwhelmed with an untamed concupiscence. He finds every excuse to visit you. To talk to you. To hear your voice. He prays that you don't notice the way his nostrils flare whenever you're nearby.

Price notices the change in him immediately. His sergeant's mind isn't as clear as it usually is, and he's getting frustrated over trivial things he previously would never bat an eye at. Smells his incoming rut despite his best efforts at allaying it. Price sends him away with a wave of his hand. Tells Kyle he can only run away from his nature for so long, and that he better make good use of his hand for the next few days as he weens himself off his suppressants.

Kyle's never experienced a surge like this before. Nothing but pure frustration. Suffering through the throes of his rut with his skin slick with sweat as he writhes in bed dreaming of someone. Dreaming of you. Some soft omega sweet enough to help him during such a difficult time. He drowns in the illusion of you as he fucks his own hand until he swears he can smell you. That subtle silage... it seems to seep through the crack beneath his apartment door to haunt him like an apparition.

Doesn't realize it's actually you until you knock. Kyle knows better than to open the door, but he's not in his right mind. He convinces himself he can be polite. Tell you to stay far away from him until he's better and that he'll see you at work in a week or so. When he opens the door to enact his plan, he finds you with a small gift basket of medicine; as if you were truly convinced he was only sick.

After all, everyone thinks he's a beta.

Overwhelmed with the scent of him, your gift basket clatters to the ground as you cover your nose. He reeks. It's so strong you feel weak in your knees. Like he's sucked the very breath from your lungs.

There's no stopping what happens next after that. Nature always wins in the end. Besides, a sopping wet cunt is the only type of medicine that can cure Kyle's ailment anyway, and you're sweet enough to provide such a treatment. Face pressed into his pillow, soaking up the aroma of him, you're singing for him. Could never dream about complaining about the ecstasy you're filled with after every needy thrust of his cock. You were close to your heat anyway. Really, this is just as good for you as it is for him.

And as Kyle slips his knot inside of you, pinning your hips firmly against the mattress, he wonders how he ever went without this. Without you. Without some sweet thing to fatten up with his kids. He'll make sure you're waiting for him at home after every deployment. That the soft flesh in the crook of your neck is marked to the shape of his teeth soon enough.

For now, he'll worry about using you to fuck his rut out. He can worry about formalities when his head is clear.