heat spurs

“When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before.”

By Jacob Riis, framed in the Spurs locker room

Sergio Ramos Top 10

This is a compilation of the TEN (10) most iconic fuck ups by our captain, enjoy!

10. Ghost goal

“Spain 4 -1 Ireland | Yes, sir!”

This game ended 4-0, please pay more attention to what you’re watching next time Sergio.

9. Ferrer and Federer, it’s the same right?

“’Grande’ Nadal for his 8th Roland Garros and courage to David Federer and his great tournament”

I… think you ment David Ferrer, Sergio.

8. The Euroleague final has an away match

“Calm down, we will surely make a comeback against the greeks and the Euroleague will be ours. #Aporlanovena”

It’s a one-match final Sergio, and we lost…

7. He congratulates the waterpolo women’s team…. a month too late

“Time to rest after watching the women’s national waterpolo team win. Congrats girls..!”

The final was on the 3rd of August….Sergio.

6. Basket and Baloncesto are different sports

“Some of my friends liked Baloncesto, others preferred Basket”

Just because they’re different languages doesn’t mean they aren’t the same sport, Serge.

5. Miami Heat vs San Francisco Spurs 

“What a game..!! The final Miami Heat against San Francisco. It’s clear which team I’m supporting..!! I leave you a pic”

Sergio, I can’t believe you just watched an entire game live and didn’t realize Miami Heat was playing against… San Antonio Spurs.

4. Out of this world

Next time please try to shoot a bit lower, Sergio.

3. Morry Crisma… an hapi niu yeah

Our captain’s unsuccesful attempt of speaking English. Next time don’t speak in English just because the club tells you to, Sergio.

2. We tied but we still lost the three points…. during UCL knock-outs

“We leave disappointed, after a positive result on the first-leg losing the three points today was bittersweet to us”

Real Madrid tied against Olympique de Lyon that day, so we did not lose three points, or two, because we were on KNOCKOUTS which, if I’m right, aren’t point-based… Sergio.

And the most iconic one goes to:

1. Watch those hands

Next time please be more careful, or better… stay away from the trophy, SERGIO.

Behind Closed Doors (M) // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by defsouljayb

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (Ft. Jackson, Youngjae + Mark)

Genre: Heavily suggestive, Smut-Comedy

Summary//Request: Wanting to have a little sexy time alone with your boyfriend at GOT7′s dorms turns out to be a disaster with Jackson, Youngjae and Mark accidentally eavesdropping.

This scenario is rated M for Mature as it contains suggestive content and slight smut.

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anonymous asked:

Shallura sweet moments 30

*sweats* (#30: Sharing A Bath/Swim)

Allura is sure this moon has a name, but the Castle’s systems only identify it as a string of numbers. There are no native inhabitants around to ask. It is a shame. The moon in beautiful. The atmosphere is full of gases that react with the light of the system’s star, leading to constant swirls of blue and green color, which are especially evident in the moon’s night cycle.

Most of the moon is ocean, calm and huge. The water is warm, bordering on hot. It feels magnificent when Allura drags her fingers through it during the day cycle they spend upon the moon, conducting urgent repairs on the Castle.

In the night, the ocean glows, the surface covered in bright blue light.

Allura should be back in the Castle, sleeping. But she had wanted to visit the beach one last time before they left with the coming of the day-cycle, and she does not regret her choice. The sky is alive with color and the ocean is alight. It is one of the few purely beautiful things she has seen, of late.

She toes off her boots, staring at the water. The others had swam, earlier, while she worked on the Castle. They’d said the water was amazing. She yearns to try out for herself, loosening the clasps at the back of her suit and peeling it off of her arms, down her body, kicking it off of her legs.

The sand is still warm from the star’s heat. She wiggles her toes through it, tilting her face up to the swirling colors of the sky and closing her eyes, just for a moment, soaking the light into her skin, feeling the markings on her flesh brighten in response.

And then she laughs and runs for the water.

It is warm. Wonderful. It is like bathing in pure light. She dips a hand into the water and flicks it out, the bioluminescent organisms in the droplets hanging in the air for a moment before they splash back to the ocean. She laughs again, delighted.

And it is then that a voice calls, “Princess?”

Allura kicks backwards into the deeper water immediately, her heart racing as the water laps at her chin. She knows that voice. She knows the silhouette running down from the Castle. The lights from the sky glint off of his metal arm. She calls back, “Shiro, I’m here. Is something the matter?”

Her voice draws Shiro’s gaze out into the water. He freezes as he spots her. She is too far away to see his expression. He says, “Uh, no. No, nothing is—what are you doing?”

“Swimming,” she says, shrugging. “I did not get the chance to try the water earlier.”

“Oh,” he says, drawing to a stop by her folded suit. She can see him staring at it. “Oh. Right. Well, I’m—I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just—”

“You should join me,” she says, made bold by the water’s warmth, by the lights in the sky, and by all the want she’s carried for so long. His head snaps up, towards her. She imagines that he holds his breath. Her heart beats a tattoo against her ribs. She licks her lips. “The water is nice. You did not swim earlier, either.”

“I…” he starts, glancing down again at her suit. “I don’t know if I—”

“Please,” she says, treading water and watching him.

She can see his hands flex at his sides. And then he nods, seemingly to himself, and says, “Yes. Okay. Okay.” He reaches for the clasps at the front of his shirt and hesitates.

“Take your time,” she says, and ducks beneath the water, because she understand the need for privacy. She does not want him to go back to the Castle because he is uncomfortable. She does not want to be alone out here, not really. She adjust her respiratory system, to give him time, breathing in the warm, almost sweet water and staring up at the surface, enjoying the heat and—

And Shiro grabs her, roughly, hauling her up through the surface. For a moment she is stuck with gills that do not function properly out of the water, and she flails, not sure what is happening or even why. He is dragging her back towards the shore, horror in his voice as he yells, “What happened? What happened? Are you alright? Is there something out—”

“I’m fine,” she interrupts, her lungs configured to breathe air once more. “Shiro, I’m fine! Stop!”

He stops. They are already… much closer to shore. The water comes up to the bottom of Allura’s ribs. Her hair hangs heavy against her skin. His arm is around her, holding her close. He is breathing hard, and the water runs in glowing rivulets down his skin, following a path made by muscles and scars. He says, “You didn’t come back up. You didn’t—I thought—”

“I’m fine,” she says, again, touching his arm in an attempt to offer comfort, regret twisting in her gut. She’d intended this to be a relaxing experience, not another reason for him to worry. “I’m sorry, I should have told you I would be fine.”

He takes another gulping breath and lets it out slowly, some of the tension draining out of his frame. He asks, “You can breathe underwater?”

She smiles up at him, sheepish and increasingly aware of the way he is holding her. “I can breathe underwater.”

He laughs, then, rubbing a hand over his face and sagging. He is still… holding her quite close. Close enough that she can tell he managed to remove most of his clothing before his worry drove him out into the waves.

He is warmer than the water.

She clears her throat, willing the heat in her face to diminish. “Well, I appreciate your rescue, nonetheless.” She cannot think of a way to bring up his arm around her. She shifts a little, and feels him startle in response, the way his arm tightens while he at the same time tries to move away.

“Sorry,” he says, managing to jerk his arm back, “sorry, I was—sorry.” He pushes backwards into the deeper water. His face is so red. He looks at her, his gaze slip-sliding downward and then jerking away hurriedly. Allura watches him, cocking her head to the side.

“It’s alright,” she says, biting her bottom lip, regretful that he felt the need to put so much space between them, but respectful of the decision. She slides back into deeper water. “It is beautiful out here,” she says, trying to find a subject to reduce the tension she feels between them.

“Yes,” he agrees, and when she glances at him, he glances away, quickly. And something in the dark of his eyes makes her heart flutter, filling her stomach with heat. It spurs her into action, into swimming out to him.

He is out beyond her ability to touch the bottom, and she could change her shape enough to find the sand. She could. If she wanted to. Instead, she braces her hands on his shoulders, feeling the way he draws in a quick breath and holds it. He stares at her, eyes wide, the glow from the water and the sky lighting up his eyes and his skin.

“Shiro,” she says, not sure where to go beyond that, unable to put the entirety of her heart into words.

Perhaps she does not have to.

“Yes,” he says, quiet and rough, covering one of her hands with his. Her heart trips. She forgets how to breathe. When she pulls herself closer, he does not pull back. When she curls an arm around his neck, brushing against him, his eyes go darker.

“Yes,” he says, again, in response, perhaps, to the question in her veins. And she closes the last of the distance between them.

anonymous asked:

Hello, (^.^) I have to say your imagines make my day honestly!!(especially the Dabi ones 😍) And if it isn't too much trouble can you write a scenario for Dabi, his crush needs to shower but their shower is broken so they use his aaaand things escalate to something... you know what I mean ;)))

Oooo fun~ shower sex is always a fiasco to write out. Mod Pasta slip slides one of their kinks into this one, muahahahahahaha! (It’s only mentioned once). Btw, I think I went a bit overboard 😂😅

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝

You turned the knob once, then twice, then groan-yelled in absolute rage.

“The plumber said he would come today!” You exclaimed, banging your head against the shower wall. You yelped at the pain, your feet slipping and causing you to plop onto your butt on the cold floor of the bathroom, absolutely naked. You grumbled in distain as you got up and exited the bathroom, grabbing your phone and texting your boyfriend. You’d only been dating a few weeks, but the relationship is calm and quite enjoyable to be entirely honest.


“I love the towel, did you choose it yourself?”

“Snarky ass bitch,” you mumbled, hugging your pink ice cream themed towel to yourself, “yes, I did.”

“I don’t have to let you use my shower, you know?” He cautioned, and you sighed and nodded. Grabbed the knob of his bathroom, you glanced back at him and then at the wooden door.

“True. Thank you for letting me use it, I’m going to chew out that Plumber as to why he didn’t fix the shower yet,” You then turned the knob, slipping into the bathroom and then closing the door behind you.

The first thing you realized was that he doesn’t have a lock on his bathroom door. It made sense; he lived alone, right? You sighed, crossing your arms and looking at the clean shower pane; he would be able to see you stark naked if he even just creaked the door open. You would just have to take that risk, though, right?

Right? Well, as you washed the conditioner out of your hair, eyes closed, you heard a sudden voice in the bathroom that caused you to splutter and flip your hair back from your leaned forward position.

“I’m joining you,” You saw Dabi standing with his hand on the marble of the sink, leaning against it without his telltale jacket on. You covered your chest, gaping in shock.

“D-Dabi! What the Hell?” Your shout caused him to chuckle as he removed the think tank top, “Wait, no!”

“Mmm, yes,” he shrugged, undoing his buckle and sliding his belt off. You swallowed hard, face burning with a blush, “what, are you embarrassed?”

“Yes, Dabi, I am! I’m naked!” You exclaimed, and you quickly looked away when he slid his pants and boxers down all at once. You gaped, eyes squinted shut.

“Well, now we’re both naked. How quaint,” he mocked, and you whined in absolute indecency.

“Dabi, can’t you wait? I’m not decent!” You yelped when he opened the door, and you backed against the wall, “Dabi!!”

“You’re so weak that it’s cute,” he muttered, and you gaped and uncovered your eyes, avoiding looking at his not so little issue.

“Ass…” You whispered sighing. His chest and face was all you saw, and his hair was flatter due to the steady stream of warm water. Your eyes traced the bulge of his muscles, the curve of his biceps, and up his strong neck to his- oh shit he’s smirking.

“You’re drooling,” he cooed, and you quickly broke your eyes away from his tantalizing body to look at his rack of shower things. One specific one caught your eye. It read ‘Lubrication, waterproof.’

“A-Alright, I need to wash off Dabi, so… stay far enough away to where I can,” you warned him, and he shrugged and stepped out of the way. You grabbed the soap, eyes flickering to the lube before quickly looking away as starting to wash your chest.

“So how was work, (F/N)?” He questioned, and you glanced back at him to see his arms crossed and back against the wall.

“Alright, I guess. Nothing special happened, just some breach covers for Sir N-“

“Yep,” he cut you off, and you looked back at the stream of water; he never was one to talk much about Heroes. You’d have to ask him why some day. You wondered what brand Dabi likes to buy from, since he hated buying things that didn’t work, so you glanced one more time down at the lube. The logo was a little blurry, so you had to look at it one too many seconds. Then, Dabi suddenly pushed off the wall and leaned down, grabbing it before walking in front of the stream, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Distracted by it?” His voice seemed to drop in pitch, and your yes snapped up to look at him like a deer in the headlights. Your cheeks burned with a blush, and you covered your chest with one hand and cupped your cheek with the other.

“Of course I would be-it’s just sitting there, Dabi,” You squeaked, and he suddenly turned his body. Since you didn’t want to trip, you turned with him, “Dabi, what are you-?”

“Maybe you should see why I left it there before you came over,” he muttered, his eyes becoming hazy with what you could now identify as lust. This situation was alarmingly sexually tense, and your arm slowly dropped from your chest, allowing him to see your breasts.

“Yeah… maybe I do,” you whispered back, then got on your toes and gently pressed your lips to his. As if you had poked a sleeping bear, he leaned down and forward into your lips, pushed you back into the wall where the water was still misting you with warmth. You yelped in surprise at his roughness, and his free hand went to your waist and began to travel upwards.

You closed your eyes, one of your hands going to the back of his neck whilst the other took liberty in feeling his abdominal muscles. As your lips danced heartedly against each other and his hand reached your breasts, you felt a small pressure on your hip. Since Dabi was taller than you, this could one mean one thing-

“P-Please-“ You groaned in between kisses, and you shivered when you heard the cap of the lube open. He then half hazardously placed it on the ground, and you felt two fingers on your heat that were considerably bigger than your own.

“I’m surprised that you would beg, (F/N),” he pulled back to jab, and you scowled and opened your eyes to playfully smirk at him.

“I’m surprised that I could surprise you,” you didn’t consider how childish that sounded, and rather played the same game as him. You grabbed his length, not moving just yet. It was thick in your hands, and you glanced down finally to see i-

“Even there?” You gaped, and he snicker softly before catching your lips again and forcing you to look up to him.

“Shh, don’t question my scars,” his order kept you silent, and you mumbled an agreement before you felt his fingers slide into your vagina. You gasped, and he continued the heated kiss, spurred on from the arousing noise. Your hand began to pump his dick, readying him just like he was readying you. His fingers pulled forward, penetrating your G-Spot like he knew exactly what he was doing. You whimpered into the kiss, feeling your knees almost give way as he relentlessly pumped into you. The lubricant gave a seamless feel to his fingers, and you wondered how wonderfully his dick would feel as it seamlessly pounded you into this wall.

“Jump,” he ordered hurriedly, and you nodded and jumped slightly. He pressed you against the wall, and your legs wrapped against his hips as your hand went to his chest. He pulled back from the kiss, and you opened your eyes to see his own light blue ones that seemed to be darkened with a sort of animalistic need. His fingers still pumped, causing you to breath irregularly as desire began to pool in your stomach.

“Go, please,” You whispered, and he finally stopped his ministrations to pull his fingers out and coat his dick in your juices and the lubricant. He then dropped you to where he was probing your entrance, and he took a quick breath before dropping you entirely onto it. You took a sharp breath, feeling a bit of discomfort from the stretching, but an immense satisfaction from the fulfillment.

“I’m going to love pounding you, (F/N),” his breath tickled your neck, and you moaned softly before he pushed you against the wall and then pulled back, starting to slowly thrust. You weren’t entirely stretched to him yet, but you knew he wouldn’t want to wait. You felt one hand go to your ass to keep you up, and his other when to your chest to continue his earlier actions of rolling your nipple around with his palm and then groping you. Pleasure shocked you from the feeling, and his constant thrusts kept you feeling absolute bliss. You felt every tug and prod inside of your, moaning and whimpering in pleasure as he ravished you. Your hands went to his chest and shoulders to hold on for dear life.

His thrusts didn’t stay consistent forever, though, and as a growing heat returned to your stomach, pushing and pulling inside of you, you gasped as his hand went to your clit and starts to press and rub it, your back arching at the feeling. His thrusts were getting quicker and more imprecise, and you knew what was coming. Or, what was cumming. Haha.

“D-Dabi…” you breathed his name, and he suddenly stopped entirely, sheathed inside of you but not yet cumming.

“Scream it,” he ordered, and you fumbled around before he started to slowly thrust. You glared at the ceiling.

“Fine… make me.”

Oh, you would come to regret that. You gaped in shock when his thrusts suddenly became twice as fast as before, his dick so deep and so satisfying that you couldn’t help but begin to moan his name.

Finally, he pressed you hard against the wall, your legs slacking as he held you up and came inside of you. You felt his fingers continue to roll your clit, and soon your own orgasm followed him, your insides tensing and pushing on his dick, causing him to sigh in pleasure. You panted with filled desire, and once you two had rode out your orgasms, you dropped your legs and let him slide out of you. You felt the aftermath begin to slide down your legs as you stood on them, still a bit shaky. Dabi had a sort of scary smile upon his face, and you shied away from him slightly.

“I get it, we fucked…. what’s that face for, though?”

“You’re going to regret telling me to make it scream.” And regret you did, all night and morning long.


“Give me the cold over heat any day.” He said that while winding his scarf around your neck, still wearing the other half himself. The way he holds you to him like our own personal heater, you have to agree. He pulls you into his coat, wrapping it around the both of you like a cocoon and breathes out hot air onto your cold fingers. He’s your summer heat in the middle of winter, your brightly burning blue star. On some days, you never even leave bed, seduced by the perfect warmth of his body against yours and the blankets all around. But the feeling of his heated skin on yours is nothing in comparison to the heat he can spur inside you, making your cheeks burn and flames ignite in the pit of your stomach as his fingers and tongue do unseen things beneath the covers. When he enters you, the feeling is white hot and the gush of cum inside you, a rush a lava to keep you warm all night long from the inside out.

- Admin J

Break Me Down Then Build Me Up- Sidlink

Tags/Triggers- slow burn (maybe?), alpha/Omega/beta, hurt/comfort, heat cycles, poor Link what am I gonna do to this kid, mute Link, mentions of child abuse/rape for later chapters (memory stuff, I haven’t written any form of smut before idk how in detail I’ll go but I will mark where these scenes will be for those that want to skip it), yiga clan, happy ending

So yeah those those triggers appear in this chapter…I’m not sure how I’m gonna mark where they are so they can be skipped…I may just not go into detail with them. This is gonna be a royal mess. Anyway…Here ya go.


Chapter 5

Sidon was disturbed by the increased amount of guards patrolling the Domain as they left the infirmary, the healer quickly making her way to his chambers to keep an eye on Link. He hadn’t ordered for the increase, nor did he recall anything happening to cause such action. Glancing at the princess walking with him to the dining hall he noticed her entire being was tense, eyes hard and still showing signs of anger mixing with raw emotion. This caused more worry to bloom in Sidon’s chest.

As they entered the hall, Zelda took a seat at the far corner and requested the strongest drink the Zora’s had. Sidon blinked before taking a seat next to her, requesting something light to drink, as well as a simple dish for them both. The drinks arrived first. Zelda knocked her drink back in one gulp and requested another. The Zora serving them quickly fetched another, this one Zelda simply sipped, her body slowly relaxing.

“I must apologise for my behavior Prince Sidon…It wasn’t my intention to come across as cold.” She ran a hand over face, sighing deeply.

“You must have your reasons to act that way Princess. I’m only alarmed as to why everyone seems to on edge. What happened while Link and I were at the Reservoir?” Sidon took a slow drink, eyes on Zelda.

She sighed again, staring into her glass and swirling the liquid. “Have you heard of the Yiga Clan, prince?”

“Link told me that he helped the Gerudo retrieve an item from them, and that he’s encountered them across Hyrule. They seem intent on killing him actually…” Sidon frowned.

“They want more from him than his death. Those bastards want to use him to breed…”

Sidon stilled, holding back a snarl that was forming in his chest. “I won’t let them touch my pearl.”

Zelda smiled at him. “I’m glad to hear that…. Hopefully we can stop the attack before you two get married.” She giggled softly at the surprised look on the Prince’s face.

“You mean you approve?”

“Of course I do. I’m giving him away myself.” She took another drink. Sidon tilted his head.

“I don’t mean to be rude Princess but, why are you so willing to let him go? I was certain a battle of dominance was to happen.” Which Sidon was already prepared to win, but he wasn’t going to tell her that.

Zelda’s expression fell, a deep sadness replacing the exhaustion and anger. “Because…I was the reason he lost his voice…”


^“You little bastard! Get back here!” Link tried to hide, but a rough hand grabbed him by the hair and tossed him into the wall. He felt his ribs cracking, a wheezing sob escaping his lips. The blows on him continued to rain, he blocked his face with his arms.

“Worthless! You tainted my bloodline! To think an omega was born out of a strong line of alphas!” Link felt spit hit his face. “I should kill you like I did your whore of a mother!”

Tears fell. Link has dealt with this since his mother died. He couldn’t escape. He prayed for death…^

A broken whine left his chapped lips. He could hear a soft voice next to him and something cool places on his forehead. Link felt too hot, he wanted Sidon. He didn’t have the energy to open his eyes, he couldn’t speak, couldn’t sign. What was happening to him? He fell back into the spiral of hell he was trying to free himself of as the voice next to him tried their best to sooth his panic.


“What do you mean by that Princess?” Sidon was very confused. How was it her fault that Link couldn’t speak?

Zelda took a long draught of her drink, leaning back in her chair. “When…When my father was alive, he was set on creating the strongest army possible. Only the strongest alphas were allowed to breed, and only the strongest omegas were allowed to bear those children…“ She gave a half-hearted laugh. “To think that’s how he thought was the only solution to making a strong race. Hylians can be so selfish…All of us use to be that way. The weak ones were used as slaves, either for work or…Pleasure.” Zelda bit out that last part. Sidon’s eyes going wide as he listened.

“After I came of age for my first heat, my father sent his soldiers out to find only the best omega they could find. I’m not sure how they found him, but they brought Link to my chamber. H-he was so skinny, Sidon. Covered in bruises and cuts. I actually laughed at him…” She downed the rest of her drink, when she asked for another she gave a lopsided smile to the server when the Zora asked if she was sure. “I’m sure dear, my mate used to be the Champion of the Gerudo. I had to learn to hold my liquor with that one.” The Zora nodded and refilled the glass.

“I couldn’t smell fear on him. In fact, looking back on it I don’t know how I didn’t sense the goddess power flowing in his veins. But his smell is so…Sweet. Intoxicating. It spurred my heat on, and I…” She took a shuddering breath. “I had him pinned, I managed to take his trousers off even with his struggling. I almost…I almost took him. Until he started -screaming-, and his fear was so strong it snapped me out of my heat. I saw the bruises on his thighs….That -look- on his face…That sheer terror…” Tears were forming in her eyes as she downed half her drink again. “It caught me off guard, and even in his weakened state he had a powerful right hook.” A weak chuckle left her lips. “He pulled his clothes back on and ran off. I’m not sure where he went, or if my father caught him…But…”

Zelda choked on a sob as she continued. “It was about a week after that, the other champions and I were going to the Spring of Courage. When we got there, Farosh was curled around the goddess statue. It scared us. Mipha had smelled the blood….and-and I could hear a voice, begging me to help him.” Her tears were falling faster now. “Link was at the base of the statue, naked, bloodied, so -broken-….That..That gurgling noise he was making. Someone slit his throat. I’m not sure how he was still alive. None of us were sure. When Mipha began healing him, I heard Farosh speaking. Telling me to right my wrong. To take him to the Great Deku Tree, never fail the Hero Of Time again…”

She turned her teary eyes to the prince, only crying more at the look of horror and anger etched in his features. “I promised Farosh. I know I had been harsh on Link, to keep him safe from my father I had to treat him how I did when I knighted him. I know I failed him again when the Calamity came. I won’t fail him again Sidon. I can’t let him look like that again. I won’t allow that terror taint him. I won’t let it taint you.”


Link sobbed weakly as memories assaulted him, beatings, being violated, over and over again. It made his fever climb, until it suddenly broke, and Link screamed.


……This is a train wreak. But hey, at least I gave it the old college try. It only gets worse from here. But I promise the ending is happy. Kiba out.

tardistype221b replied to your post: Requests Open :)

Ooooh maybe an ot4 omegaverse where noctis and prompto are both omegas and are being cuddled and loved in a nest with their alphas; you write omegaverse so well id love to see more

Ah yay any excuse to write Omegaverse is great in my book! :D


It was warm and soft in their little nest inside the tent. Noctis and Prompto had built the space together, carefully arranging blankets and pillows in a perimeter. The two Omegas were starting heats soon, and nothing beat the comfort of a soft nest when dealing with pre-heat cramps and sweats. They cuddled together now, waiting for their Alphas to return from a run to the nearby Coernix Station for supplies.

Prompto let out a soft whine and pressed close to Noctis, communicating without words his need for intimacy. Noctis responded with a gentle keen, and the two shared a kiss while hands trailed down flushed skin. Their pack bond was a special one, and the two often shared moments of love even without the Alphas around. Prompto nuzzled Noctis’ neck gently; he could smell Ignis’ mark from here and was careful not to disturb it. As close as he and Noctis were, nothing was as special as a mating mark, and it was an unspoken rule between them all that no one touched the marks on the Omegas’ necks except those who had made them. Noctis returned the affection with gentle kisses, also avoiding Gladio’s mark.

They cuddled a while longer, until the Alphas reappeared. They smelled the men first, musky and powerful, then heard their voices and footsteps as they approached the tent. Gladio held the flap open, and Ignis ducked inside. Both men were holding bags of supplies for the coming week. Prompto sat up eagerly upon seeing them, and Noctis yawned, having been on the edge of sleep, propping himself up on one arm.

“Missed you,” Prompto chirped, holding his arms out for his Alpha.

“I see you made yourselves comfortable,” Gladio replied with a smile, setting down his bags and sinking into Prompto’s embrace.

“We had to do something,” Noctis yawned, “You took forever.”

“Apologies for making you wait,” Ignis dropped his bags off as well and knelt beside his Omega prince, “Perhaps reparations are in order?” He placed a soft kiss on Noctis’ mating mark, eliciting a shiver from the man.

“Just hold me,” Noctis murmured, pulling Ignis close.

The pack settled into the nest, bodies intertwined in comfort. The Alphas crooned gently to their mates, easing out the tension from the oncoming heats, though their scents spurred the Omegas’ bodies on. It wouldn’t be much longer until both Omegas were begging their mates for release and fulfillment. They used this time now, though, to cuddle and rest. Kisses were swapped among the pack, fingers traced out patterns on hot skin, and soft purrs and keens filled the tent. At this point in their bond, little words ever needed to be spoken between them all, subtle shifts in scent and quiet noises were all they needed to communicate to one another how they felt.

The Omegas threaded their fingers together and looked over at each other from their positions in the Alphas’ arms. Tomorrow they would be nearly mindless with lust, but they only felt contentment in this instant. Prompto leaned over and kissed first Noctis, then Ignis, letting them share his joy. To be pack bonded with them was the greatest feeling in the world, and Prompto wanted them all to know that. They purred happily in return, and Prompto leaned back into Gladio’s arms, closing his eyes to feel his mate’s heartbeat all the better.

Noctis rolled over and buried his face in Ignis’ neck, inhaling the scent of his Alpha. It made his mind feel light and warm. Gladio kissed the back of Noctis’ head affectionately, and then leaned in to capture Ignis’ lips. Their tongues tangled, not a battle for dominance but rather a commitment of tenderness. The Alphas had long since learned to put aside any dominate tendencies and share the love between their pack equally. The four cuddled in bliss until they fell asleep for the evening. It was the perfect way to spend their last night before a week of heats hit. The nest cradled them together, and not a thing would tear them apart.


BREAKING: Kyrie Irving have officially asked the Cleveland Cavaliers to trade him! Kyrie no longer wants to play with LeBron James and would like to be the focal point elsewhere. James is ‘blindsided and disappointed’ (via ESPN)

Per Adrian Wojnarowski & Chris B. Haynes, San Antonio Spurs, Miami Heat, New York Knicks & Minnesota Timberwolves are among the teams Irving would like to be traded to.

Convict - Pt 1

This is going to be like a mini series, hope you guys like it.

It will be in third person POV though.

Justin’s POV

Justin held tight to the gun which sat firmly in the duty belt around his waist, as though if he didn’t, some criminal from the prison would steal it. First day on the job and the poor boy was jitteing. Actually being on the site was a lot different then just training, and judging by some of the glares some passing prisoners have already given, he knew he wasn’t going to be too popular around here.

With the constant tapping of his foot, he patently waited for a fellow guard to show since the warden said he was expecting a tour of the prison. As Justin picked at the material of his new uniform, a pretty looking woman in uniform had rounded the corner, with a smile on her face at the sight of him.

The woman strutted down the concrete hall, stopping directly in front of Justin with a extended hand. “Morning Office Bieber.” The wemon smiled “I’m officer Baldwin, but you can call me Hailey. I’ll be showing you around the prison today.” 

Justin smiled. “Okay.” 

“Great, follow me.” With a seductive wink, Officer Baldwin - or, Hailey - began leading Justin through the prison. First stop was the cells. Many rows of iron doors leading a far distance down a hall. Each cell consisted of one ragged old and worn bunk bed and a sink.

“These are the mens wards. The women’s ones are down at the other side of the prison. No Female and male convicts are allowed to interact with each other so we have to seperate them.” She explained.

In curiosity, Justin wondered “Where are all the convicts?”

Hailey smiled “Oh, they’re over in the mess hall. Its breakfast time for the disgusting criminals.” she scowled. “Why don’t we go introduce you to them?” 

He nodded his head, as Hailey led him toward the mesh hall. The large cafeteria was guarded by a clean iron door and two other guards. As Officer Baldwin pushed the door open, the chatter in the hall died down slightly as heads turned in our direction.

A few whistles echoed from around the hall, men catcalling at Hailey. She ignored their hollers and slowly began making her way to the front of the cafeteria. 

“Alright everyone, this is officer Bieber, the new guard!” Hailey yelled. Some people chuckled at his sight, others continued to ignore the two guards while a few whistles where passed around through the girls.

“Ooh! Pretty boy’s got a gun!” one of the prisoners yelled. Every convict in the mess hall began laughing. Wow, they have a sick and weird sense of humor.

Justin took a look around the chuckling figures, studying the hall set up. Girls dressed in orange jumpsuits as the men wore green suits all sitting on separate sides of the cafeteria, all except one. In the mixture of green uniforms throughout the men’s section of the Mesh hall, was one orange suit sitting on a male prisoners lap.

“I thought the men and the woman weren’t supposed to interact with each other?” Justin asked. 

“There not.” Hailey replied.

“Then why is she?” he pointed to the woman sitting on the male convicts lap.

Hailey looked towards the end of Justin’s finger and visibly tensed at the sight. “Put your finger down!” She whisper-yelled. “Don’t let her see you pointing at her.”

“Why? Who is she?” Justin asked.

“That’s Y/N.” Hailey explained “In here, she’s got a reputation. She has power in this prison and a lot of the prisoners are scared of her. Watch what you say around her, she thinks she runs this prison.” Hailey rolled her eyes.

“i’m guessing you don’t like her very much?”

“Not at all. But I wouldn’t dare say anything to her. She sent three armed guards to the hospital with her bare hands just for saying that she wasn’t allowed to sit in the men’s section. Ever since-”  

Justin looked back at the girl. She was rather pretty but he knew behind all that beauty was a cold and ugly heart with a deadly state of mind. One thing for sure though was that there was no way he was gonna let this girl have her way. He may be knew but this is a prison, and people where going to follow the rules whether they liked it or not.

With a huff, Justin began strutting over towards the girl seated at the men’s table, ignoring officer Baldwins sentence. Once Hailey caught sight of Justin’s movement, she stopped talking to grab a hold of his hand in a failed attempt to stop him. “Where are you going? Officer Bieber, no don’t!” But he did’t stop.

Justin approached ‘Y/N’ and the guy she was seated on. Arms folded, across his chest in a angered stance. Slowly, Y/N turned her head to look up at the officer before her. With a bored and pissed expression, she spat “What do you want?”

Officer Bieber cleared his throat “You need to go leave this area and go take a seat with the women.”

Everyone sitting at the table laughed, including Y/N “That’s funny” She laughed dryly. “Look dipshit, I understand your new, so I’m gonna let you off with a warning and politely ask you to fuck off before I snap your neck.”

She turned back towards her table, continuing to talk with her fellow mates but Justin wasn’t having it. “That’s not how you should talk to someone of the law. Now I’m gonna ask you again, please leave this table and go and sit in your allocated area.”

Y/N stopped, her body falling frozen in position as everything the officer said began to sink in. With a frown, Y/N slowly turned around and stood out of her seat. “You obviously know fuck all about this prison so let me just drill this into you thick head.” She jabbed a finger at herself “I run this prison, anything you do to offend me will lead to a consequence. And guess what ass wipe, you just offended me.” 

Justin looked down at the girls small figure, everyone around them watching in anticipation and horror. He honestly didn’t think the girl was going to do anything, he really just thought the intimidating act was just for show. So when Y/n raised a tight fist in eye level with the man, the first thing officer Baldwin decided to do was run over and hold her back.

Y/N jumped at the sudden contact of another officer. Fury built inside her at the thought of someone holding her back from giving a good beating, so in the heat of the moment spur, she spun around and threw her fist into the face of the officer who was holding her back.

Officer Baldwin fell to the floor, holding her nose in hand. “Don’t fucking touch me Hailey!” Y/N spat towards the woman before spinning back around to Justin “Your lucky your little bitch of a girlfriend held me back, or else I would have fucked you up.” And with that, she was stomping out of mesh hall.

Suddenly, the warden came running in “What’s going on in here?!” looking around, he caught sight of officer Baldwin on the floor and sighed. “Y/N?” 

Hailey nodded. “Alright, everyone back to there cells! now!” The warden yelled. everyone stood up, groans filled the room as the convicts began to pile out of the mesh hall.

Justin quickly spun around towards Officer Baldwin. “Hailey are you alright?!” 

“I-I’m fine. But you shouldn’t have done that, and waited for me to finish talking. ever since she put those guards in the hospital, she was allocated to the men’s ward since she was found too dangerous for the wemon. Some are pregnant.”

Justin sighed, rubbing my face “Shit.” 

“You have no idea what you’ve just done.” She sighed. “You just dug yourself into some deep shit with a major convict.”

“What does that mean?” I asked in fear.

“It means your life in the prison is about to become a living hell.”