#(is radiating annoyed pheromones)

[omegapheromone]

Really wish pheromones were like... tangible irl in the omegaverse way bc I would love nothing more than using them in the equivalent of a judgemental and disappointed stare directed towards the kid. Make him fucking sit back down, put his shirt on and stop shrieking. I'm genuinely so annoyed.

[frogchiro]

🐙 here!

👀 me making my own plot in my head for a/b/o cod.

imagine being the only omega on the team, except no one knows. and honestly? it wasn’t that hard to hide it in the first place.

always wear scent blockers. mild pills help, but having a lotion to rub on scent glands? makes you practically scentless.

act competitive when necessary, and back down when you know your losses are going to be big.

be caring. make Simon tea in the morning and a small breakfast for those who don’t consume just caffeine in the morning. soap likes to deny his liking for sweets, but make him waffles or cinnamon rolls and he’s on his knees immediately.

smile and be sweet. have happy little conversations with gaz about his latest interests. about the latest conspiracy about the Illuminati or his favorite game he played as a kid.

but not docile. docile is earned through respect. alphas have to earn the right to see you so submissive and pliant.

give Simon small smiles and chuff and play wrestle with soap and Gaz. late nights with price and paperwork. cooking warm meals after long missions.

the only reason anyone began to suspect something wrong was when you got sick.

headcanon that any omega and alpha will begin to give off pheromones when they get sick. it’s a little call out to the pack that you’re sick and you need to be babied and taken care of.

not even the suppressants and the salve can mask the smell of sick omega. It starts with a small twinge. a faintly sour scent that makes soaps nose twitch.

they can barely smell it. but they can see something is wrong from the way you look. bags under your eyes, a slightly ghastly appearance.

the way you move is a big give away. slow and sluggish.

finally it gets to a point where everyone can smell there’s a sick omega somewhere… but where?

in which case price has to wake you up because you were late to training. he was annoyed. a little peeved that you had the audacity to kiss when he had warned you last time not to be late.

last time you were late because you overslept. so this time the captain was going to give you something to startle your day into.

A soured scent fills his nose. telling him that there’s a sick omega and…

sick mate sick mate sick mate protect protect protect

provide provide provide pro-

gosh. price can’t get the sight out of his head. of you tucked so cutely into a small nest of military grade blankets and two pillows. your body radiating heat as you’d nuzzle closer into the pillow you’re holding against your face.

his inner alpha chuffs at such a sweet and docile omega.

maybe having a sick day would be alright… especially with your pack to take care of you.

hello octopus! welcome back! and aww, the boys taking care of their poor sick omega :(( they'd be quite distressed I imagine!

They are the alphas, the providers and protectors and yet it completely slipped under their nose that not only you're sick but also a whole omega too?? Unbelievable >:(

The second they realize your secondary gender and that you're not healthy it sends them into quite a frenzy; they're suddenly overcome with bubbling hormones and instincts they most probably never felt before.

It also means much to them than you could imagine. You being a omega, a sick omega, letting yourself be all vulnerable and open with a pack of alphas? It means you feel comfortable and safe with them, enough to show them your soft and docile side :((

Be ready to be fussed over like crazy, especially by Gaz and Soap, together with you they're the youngest pack members and when they first saw you curled up in your small makeshift nest, stinking up the space with sick unhappy hormones and burning to the touch these poor babies genuinely thought you were dying :<

Luckily Price and Ghost were there to correct them before they could barrel into your nest and nudge you awake; you were sick not dead and the last thing you needed were two hot headed young alphas on you.

When you woke up you were sluggish and slow; the cold did its job and made everything fuzzy when you woke up until you started to regain your senses and noticed that you were no longer cooped up in your tiny room with a few military-issued blankets and hard pillows but in a real big bed filled with blankets, pillows, sweaters and other things that smelled of certain familiar alphas; safe and warm. Judging by the overwhelming smell of the room alone you guessed you were in Price's room, a nice musky and woody smell, undeniably masculine and alpha.

You were still alone so you decided to just go back to sleep and try to sleep of the cold. With a rumbling purr you slowly fell asleep once again, maybe sick days and being the pack's omega wasn't such a bad thing?

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Vash the Stampede x reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I turned this thirst into a fic. [ SYNOPSIS ] Vash starts emitting sexy pheromones that leave you desperate for his cock. [ WORD COUNT ] 2.5k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, porn without plot, dubcon, vaginal sex, rough sex, size kink, mild dumbification, plantfucking, body horror/weird plant biology, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal fingering, nipple play, Vash has a biting kink, self objectification (does that even make sense?), knotting, creampie, cockwarming.

It was just past midnight. The moons were looming high in the sky, illuminating the desolate land surrounding the town you and Vash had taken refuge in. Your face was pressed against the window, gazing out into the sandy void.

“You see the sky tonight?” you asked.

Vash didn’t bother responding. You turned around and saw his dejected form.

“You’re lookin’ more wistful than usual.”

He was sprawled out on the bed, leaving you little to no room. The lodge you were holed up in only had a single room vacant and of course there was but one measly bed. It was a good enough sized one though; it could definitely provide comfort for you and the gangly mess of a man you called a travel companion.

Vash merely sighed in response to your question and stared up at the ceiling.

His gaze was flat, not a hint of sparkle to his blue-green eyes. His sweet face was held hostage by a delightfully adorable pout. Thoughts of biting down on his bottom lip swirled around you, leaving you flustered and throbbing. You hoped whatever was troubling him wasn’t too serious because otherwise your current state would be disrespectful.

“What’s wrong?” you prodded, taking a seat on the bed. You tried to sound as dry as humanly possible.

He turned his head towards you and gave you the weakest, most pathetic smile. A smile that inspired no faith in what it sought to imply.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” he answered sweetly.

You glared at him. “Fine. I—Well… I guess I’m going to sleep.” You paused awkwardly. “Goodnight.”

Vash scooted over, granting you space on the mattress. You crawled into place, not bothering to cover yourself with the musty bedding. It smelled too much like sand.

You rolled onto your side, your back facing Vash. You held yourself in a fetal position in hopes it would keep you warm. In a perfect world you’d just snuggle up next to him and leech off the heat his body seemed to radiate. But you didn’t live in a perfect world; you lived in a sandy, inhospitable land.

“Are you cold?” he asked. Such a perceptive one he was.

“A little,” you lied.

“Get under the blankets then,” he suggested.

“No. They smell like sand and… I don’t know, like, armpit sweat.”

He let out a tiny laugh. “I can’t argue with you there.”

You wriggled your shoulders in discomfort. You wanted to curl up next to Vash like a kitten, but with his current mood it just didn’t seem feasible. The last thing you wanted to do was annoy him so you would have to bear the drafty room on your own. It would only be for a night; you could handle it.

However after about five minutes of shivering in painful silence, you turned over and faced Vash. He was on his side, facing you. His eyes were shut, his dark lashes catching the moonlight streaming through the windows.

You gently nudged him. “Hey.”

He briefly frowned, but stayed asleep.

You nudged him once more, this time much harder.

“Vash!”

His eyes shot open and he jerked back.

“Ouch! Why are you being so aggressive?”

“I have a question,” you said, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Ask away.”

“Can we spoon, or snuggle, or something?”

“Uh—”

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I know you… are like… You’ve got something on your mind and I don’t wanna—”

The radiant grin he gave you calmed your nerves. He pulled you into his embrace, wrapping his arms around you. Your face was buried into his neck. He smelled like freshly washed linens, undercut by a strange earthy, honey-like scent, a creamy florescent. The chills that cursed your body melted away in his presence.

“Thank you,” you muttered, voice muffled by Vash’s sweet skin.

You inhaled deeply and pressed your body up against his. He felt tense, like his muscles were frozen in place.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked.

“It’s stupid,” he whined.

“I don’t care.”

He paused and took a few slow breaths, preparing himself for the question he was about to pose.

“I really like you and—”

“You wanna fuck me, huh?” you asked, your face adorned with a cat-like grin. You had never been so forward before, but something seemed to possess you.

“Of course I do.” He groaned. “But I can’t because… it’s complicated. And intense.”

“Is that supposed to be a deterrent?”

He rolled onto his back and hid his face behind his hands.

“It’s just different, alright?”

You crawled on top of him, unable to help yourself. His aura was whipping you into a frenzy, the lovely scent emanating from his skin growing stronger and luring you in.

“I like different,” you purred.

He gulped. “I should tell you—”

You didn’t let him speak.“I don’t care what happens.”

Vash blushed. “Let me finish.”

You groaned but relented. “Fine. But be quick.”

“I haven’t, uh, you know… in a while. And when that happens my body produces these pheromones that are supposed to attract a mate.”

“A mate?” you asked, voice wavering. You liked Vash and wanted to fuck him, but mate implied somewhat of a large commitment.

“No! Not a mate! It, well, it makes people want to—”

“Fuck you?” you asked, biting down on your upper lip.

He nodded. “And they kinda… drive me crazy too.” He tacked on a nervous laugh. “Sometimes I can’t control myself which isn’t fair because, well, whoever is… uh… they do whatever I want them to.”

Your cunt was growing wetter by the second.

“So that’s why I want you to use me so bad.”

His eyes were wide, almost sparkling. His cheeks were rosy and the scent emanating from him grew stronger.

You felt as if the room was enveloped in a sensuous haze that seeped into your skin, flowing through your veins. It was consuming you, eating away at your thoughts, leaving behind visions of Vash tossing your legs over your shoulders and driving his cock into your weeping cunt. Your body was growing warmer, almost unbearably so. Every inch of you ached for him. You would know no peace until his body was lording over yours and filling you up with his cum.

“I just.” He averted your lingering gaze. “It’s embarrassing. I hate getting like that. When I do all I can think about is pinning someone down and fucking them until they can’t see straight.”

“That sounds amazing,” you said dreamily. 

Your manner of speaking was much more provocative than it usually was. Your tongue seemed to linger on the letters, leaving each one coated in a honey-like tone. There was almost a hint of a tumultuous moan when you said “aammmaaaaaziiingg.”

Vash looked uncomfortable, but willing. His hands were gripping the sheets as if he was holding on for dear life.

“I know you want me,” you teased, rocking your hips against his. “I’m not lying when I say you can do whatever you want to me. You need it. I know you do.” You cupped his face in your gentle hands. “Let me help you. It’s what I’m here for.”

He laughed. “It’s not, but…”

“Hush,” you said, grabbing a hold of his cock.

It was swollen, begging for release.

You lowered yourself down and pulled down the soft, worn cotton pants he liked to sleep in. His cock sprung up, standing completely upright. The tip was engorged and pink. You rubbed it with the pad of your thumb and watched as Vash winced. His brows knitted together in ecstatic agony.

A few thick veins snaked around his shaft. You ghosted your fingers over them and reveled in his desperate whines. You looked up at him with starved eyes, darkened by your devotion and desire. You ran your tongue along the underside of his shaft. You grabbed ahold of his cock and stroked it while you rolled your tongue against the tip, savoring the sweet taste of his precum.

He let out a low groan as you pumped his leaky cock. He placed his hand on the back of your head and gently pushed down. You dropped your hand and decided to let your mouth do the work.

Vash eased your head further down, until the entirety of his length filled your mouth. Spit was trickling from the corners of your mouth and tears crept out from the corners of your eyes. He began to thrust, sending the tip of his cock into the back of your throat. You were steadfast and breathed through your nose, fighting your gag reflex.

“Your mouth fe—feels so good,” he stammered.

You placed your hands on his muscled thighs to push yourself off of his cock, but you felt what appeared to be downy feathers sprouting from his skin. It threw you off for a moment before you remembered what you wanted to say.

“Wait until you feel my pussy,” you bragged.

His eyes almost seemed to glow. He gave you a boyish smile before pushing you onto your back with a swiftness that left you in awe. His hands wandered down your body, pawing at your clothes, desperately trying to take them off. Your body felt electric as he undressed you. Each time his warm, slender fingers grazed your skin your body pulsed with delight. 

He kissed your neck before letting his sharp canines graze your tender skin. You hummed in delight, and laced your fingers through his silky hair. He rutted up against your body, the tip of his cock teasing your clit. You whimpered every time it made contact.

He left a trail of kisses down your neck and chest, stopping at your breast. He flicked his tongue against your nipple. He sucked on it, holding it between his soft lips. You relished in the sound of him lapping away. You held onto his shoulders, feeling spiny quills erupting from his scapulae.

“Vash,” you whimpered. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t respond. The quills from his back grew longer and denser. You pricked your finger on one of the sharp tips. You winced in pain and moved your hand down to the small of his back. You watched as the spiny quills became more feather-like. They were pale and iridescent and they left you transfixed. They were so beautiful. They soon covered his back and made their way down his arms. You ran your hand down the length of them. They were soft and sleek, like nothing you had ever experienced before.

“So pretty,” you muttered.

Vash lifted his head from your breast.

“Hm?”

A cluster of eyes has formed in the middle of his forehead. It disturbed you briefly, but the feeling of his cock throbbing against your thigh was enough to make you forget about it.

“Nothing, nothing,” you said, stroking his cheek.

You kissed him, pushing your tongue past his teeth. He held you close and you felt like your body was melting into his. You wanted to become a part of him. He slid his fingers into your cunt, spreading apart your folds. You groaned in frustration. His fingers weren’t enough. You needed his cock.

“Please just fuck me,” you whined, breaking the kiss.

He looked up at you with all of his dazed eyes and wordlessly nodded. He slowly guided his cock inside you. You gasped as your cunt stretched around it. You buried your face into his neck, hoping to mute your cries of pleasure. His thrusts were gentle and deliberate. You could feel that he was holding back.

“Is it too much?” he asked, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You shook your head. “More.”

He gave you a concerned look. “More?”

“Yeah. Fuck me like I’m a whore.”

Vash nearly choked on his own spit.

“C’mon,” you purred. “You know you want to.”

“I can’t. It’ll be too much.”

“My body can take it.”

He frowned. “I could really hurt you.”

“I like it when it hurts,” you said, tightening your cunt around his cock. You kissed him again and held his bottom lip between your teeth. “I’m your toy. You can do whatever you want to me.”

Vash looked at you, holding your gaze, clearly weighing his options. Once he made up his mind an impish grin made its way across his face and he lifted your legs over his shoulders.

His thrusts were significantly more intense than they were previously. He drove his cock into your cunt with a fervor you had never experienced. His cocktip pushed up against your cervix, sending a sharp sensation to your core. You became a panting, moaning mess. You were falling apart at the seams, your body as limp as a doll’s. Vash was able to manipulate your body with ease, essentially folding you in half, leaving your knees close to your face.

You looked up at him as his wings spread out, nearly engulfing you. It was hard to believe this was the same Vash you wandered the desert with. You never would have thought the doughnut eating dork could be so feral. You knew he wasn’t a human, but his true nature being so alien never occurred to you.

As he fucked your limp body into the mattress, you felt your orgasm begin to bloom in your stomach. Your breathing became labored and all you could think about was coming all over his cock.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he growled.

“Uh-huh,” you moaned.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts growing more and more frantic. The room was filled with a symphony of his grunts and whimpers. You were lost in his presence, completely enamored and consumed by it. Your vision blurred and you saw nothing but white as you came. A deluge of fluids dripped from your cunt and coated his cock. You felt like you had ascended to heaven, leaving No Man’s Land in the dust.

Vash continued to thrust as his cock swelled inside you. Spurts of his slippery cum filled your cunt. He exhaled deeply and allowed your legs to fall to the side and laid down on top of you. The two of you tried to catch your breath and let the rapture you were entangled in fade away.

“I’m sorry,” he said bashfully, lifting himself up.

His cock was still buried inside you.

“Why…” You struggled to find your words. “Why are you… sorry?”

“Because! I didn’t want you to ever see me like this. I look like a freak.”

You ran your hand along his wings and made an effort to make eye contact with the cluster of ones on his forehead.

“I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“You’re just saying that because you're high off my pheromones,” he scoffed.

You giggled. “Maybe. But you’re still very pretty.”

You rubbed the short feathers that had sprouted along the apples of his cheeks. He sighed in relief and nuzzled his face into your neck. His cock continued to throb inside you and likely would for a while. You didn’t mind though. Laying under Vash, shielded by his wings from the harsh world outside, was all you could want in such a harsh and unforgiving world.

[nouearth]

back again with miguel o'hara thoughts cause yes, a/b/o predator and prey? PLEASE- (consensual but maybe slight dubcon...) (maybe some slightly inaccurate a/b/o but when your a whole there's a goal /j)

- alpha miguel, who's absolutely pissed at the annoying omega spiderman, who always manages to keep interfering with his work and plans.

- he absolutely despises you, is what he says to himself, but whenever he's chasing you down, he prays that you don't happen to turn back at him, the sight of his cock straining against his suit at the thought of finally catching you...claiming you, breeding you.

- miguel loves the chase, trading blows with eachother, him chasing you down, trying to catch you in his web? its exciting.

- but what he doesn't know is that you get yourself off every day thinking about it.

- its deep in the night, and you two are at it again at some rooftop, you've gotten your heat but unbeknownst to you, miguel is in his rut. his movements become even more feral than usual, the pheromones radiating from you, your heat, is making him go crazy and erratic.

- a sudden web shoot from behind throws you on the floor face down, miguel takes no times and lunges at you, pinning you down and pulls your arms behind your back-holding both in one hand while his others rip apart your suit with talons.

- your sounds, and with the position your in, your struggling makes you grind against him unintentionally- going straight to his cock. you almost manage to get out of his hold and knock him back but his grip on your hands are strong, and miguel angrily slams you down on the floor hard-tying your hands up with his web.

- the head part of his suit fades away to admire the view, your ripped up suit, small amoujts of blood dripping from your body due to his talons and the sight of you struggling against him is making him go insane.

- miguel rips off your spidey mask and pulls your hair, "a-ah! what are you doing-mmph!" miguel kisses you, devours you, the shock of it all making you squirm againt him even more as he shoves his tongue in your mouth, capturing you in a deep kiss.

- miguel pulls away as you gasp for air-but he doesn't waste the opportunity to glob some of his spit into your mouth-you swallow immediately and its clear that both of you are succumbing to the feeling of your heat and his rut.

- its not long before he fully rips apart your suit and gets you on your back, his own suit long gone as he gets you in a mating press-knees pressed against your chest as the copius amounts of slick leaking from your hole makes it easy for him to stretch you out on his cock-and you cry out from the feeling, miguel is way too big and you struggle yet again.

- miguel has had enough, diving down and biting deep on your neck-his venom rendering you unable to move. the prey finally submits to its predator.

- miguel pounds into you aggressively, wanting to fill you up with his seed-(i don't know anything about mpreg but....)-the thought of possibly filling you up with so much cum that might lead to said scenario is dizzying, to say the least.

- you beg, you scream, you plead for your alpha to breed you, struggling against your ties when he shuts you up again with a kiss-miguel biting down on your lips and making it bleed a bit.

- miguels thrusts get even more needy and sloppy until the first shot of hot cum-he moans loudly at the relief of his big knot-while you shoot your load all over yourself.

- miguel doesn't stop cumming until another 30 seconds go by, his cock remaining hard at the sight of you covered in cum and blood, filled up to the brim with his hot seed, suit ripped to shreds....before you know it he's growling and pounding into you again, wanting to fill you up endlessly, until both of you pass out.

- safe to say, you're his omega now.

omg, i love you anon, whoever you are. you and your fantasies never fail to make me hard.

there's honestly something so endearing about someone who despises you, or at least in miguel's case, convinces himself that he hates you, but he still can't get you off of his mind. you're like poison to him, and he's only becoming more intoxicated the more he watches you.

i also imagine that miguel probably has a power trip kink. likeeee. he knows you're still training and miguel is probably the best mentor one could have. and he watches you struggle with certain moves, executing them and dodging attacks, and he uses that to his advantage to knock you down. because he loves seeing you so helpless.

urgh, i love how miguel is so rough too. like he truly does not give a shit whether he's hurting you, making you bleed, because he's selfish, drowning in his pleasure and desires as he's fucking into you, slamming himself into your pleas for him to slow down. there would be many moments where you'd reach back to attempt to slow his hips, but your arm would be twisted back and he would take your wrist, hold it to your back, stretching your body forward as you continue to take more of him in.

and heavy cummer miguel?!?!?! you already know that i'm a sucker for heavy lods (if you couldn't tell from my smut) so this thought is so scrumptious. in a way, miguel would probably be annoyed because a lot of it would leak out of you, dripping down your thighs. but then he's pacified because he's filled you up so much, to the brim, and the warmth of his loads spread inside of you, glued into you, and you couldn't do anything about it except take it like a good omega.

[jaegonsmoon]

Can you imagine Alicents reaction to hearing about omega aegon and alpha jace being betrothed…her son… the vulgar Hightower wild card…drinks till he falls down on a nightly basis, has slept with half of fleabottom etc…engaged to innocent(as far as she knows lol), hardworking, straight laced mamas boy jace 😂 and while she is happy to see aegon change after the courting and engagement process take his duties to his family and the realm seriously for once and lay off the whores and wine she does not think it will last and is a manipulation tactic sadly lol probs thinks that aegon will be bored of jace in a week and will have all the power in the relationship and will chew him up and spit him out before going bad to his old ways haha only to discover when walking in on jace and aegon how much it’s pretty much actually the opposite lmao aegon is basically jaces simp and number once fan and would do anything to keep his alpha happy even if not means being a good boy haha

yes yes yes, listen to me— I looooooooveeeee love simp Aegon lmaoo!!! But yeah no one would be as shocked as Alicent, however—

I love Aegon being whipped af for Jace since… always. He always had a thing for Jace, it started when they were children, and it was all innocent back then, but as they grew… those scarce few times Rhaenyra visited King’s Landing after moving to Dragonstone Jace had grown beautifully. And Aegon, whew, Aegon drooled like a fool for him he always complimented him, and Jace sometimes would smile at him sometimes would look annoyed. But Aegon, he never, ever thought himself worthy of him so he never tried anything more than. Despite his personality and the reputation he had, he never intended to act on his feelings for Jacaerys. But the next time the family reunited, Jacaerys had just turned seven and ten and he had already presented as an Alpha and Aegon almost falls on his face at the sight. It didn’t help that that was the first time his nephew looked at him with something other than irritation. However, Aegon didn’t pay too much mind into it, because he couldn’t afford to—for his own sake. Though, he couldn’t help it when his tongue betrayed his mind and he just straight up told his nephew “You got hot.” And Jace gave him this hint of a smirk. Aegon was mortified but he tried to play it cool, he just blurted that, turned and left before Jace could say anything.

He went to Aemond, who was pacing his room, deep in thought. Probably scheming Lucerys’ demise—like fucking always, the loser. And he threw himself on a chair and whined about how fucking hot and beautiful his nephew had gotten, (to which Aemond strangely paused, asking sharply “Which one?” as if it wasn’t obvious whom Aegon has been head over heels for all these years) and that he wanted to die because he told him as much and he really didn’t have game when it came to Jacaerys. And mygodhewantedhimasalpha but it couldn’t be—

As comfort, Aemond offered to throw Aegon out of the window and make it look like an accident.

But then Aegon and Jacaerys were sat together at dinner and he swore Jace wouldn’t stop glancing at him. Aegon was unusually quiet too. Jace’s strong alpha presence and scent were driving him nuts to the point he could barely formulate any words, let alone a coherent thought. Not that he had many of those normally. He was shifty and nervous. And—for a second he had forgotten that he, himself, was an omega. And that he was radiating all of this pheromones and uneasiness through his scent to the very newly presented, unmated alpha next to him and he almost felt like he was entering a premature heat.

The thing is that, Aegon is an oblivious little thing. He never noticed how Jace has been giving him puppy love eyes since they were kids because he didn’t allow himself to indulge in his feelings. The idiot. Jacaerys tells him as much when he corners him that night, then proceeds to kiss him, and fuck him all night long. And then—Jacaerys, firstborn, heir, perfect, diplomatic, well-put-together Jacaerys Velaryon does what everyone thought against his principles. He marks Aegon that night, claims him as his. They bond, unwed.

Come morning he tells his mother of his deeds unashamedly, Rhaenyra is shocked, if anything a bit concerned. But she can see it in his son’s eyes and the way he speaks to her with such pride and confidence that this was not something he did on a whim, in the heat of the moment. “Is this what you truly wanted?” She asks. “It’s always been him.” He answers her with nothing but honesty drenching his voice. She accepts it, even when she knows it will be a trying thing for everyone involved.

Alicent swears this will end badly. She waits. And waits. And waits.

But then Aegon is pregnant and she has never seen him so happy. And then he births a beautiful baby boy and she sees it, the change in her son. The happiness and joy he radiates. It reminds her of when he was a little, he used to be a happy child. She regrets wasting those moments with him. She then learns that perhaps this is the life his son always dreamed of having but made himself believe he didn’t deserve. A part of her knows she’s the one to blame for it.

She’s ready and willing to change that. She then starts to spend more time with her son and grandson, until their bonds are healed.

[mortalityplays]

Science HAS gotta figure out whatever the hell has cursed you to have so many different people come in with a response of "well why don't YOU solve all my problems for me then" from emotionally barren bad faith perspectives every time you say anything so it can be weaponized and thrown at people who are annoying instead, my god

I put out some kind of pheromone I think, this happens to me irl too.

Back when I worked retail it was so common for people to wander in off the street and beeline straight for me to have meltdowns (flipping out that a game store didn't sell VHS tapes in the mid 00s; detailing a history of childhood physical abuse unprompted; telling me how they know every bus driver in the city and yet their petition to change the bus route wasn't being taken seriously; etc.) that my manager - who mind you was compeltely accustomed to the background radiation of unhinged customers that comes with a retail job - permanently moved me to the second floor in an attempt to discourage whatever the hell kept happening.

Instead customers started going insane on the second floor (telling me about their 'world famous' lightsaber collection and becoming furious when I refused to walk off my shift and go see it; asking for a DS game that did not exist and had never existed and then insisting that I inspect every jewel case in the store in front of them to prove we didn't have it; triangulating my place of work based on two posts I made on two different (american) online forums that respectively mentioned the city I lived in and the fact my unnamed workplace held a launch event for a specific game, and showing up in person to ask for me by my username). I'm aware that retail is just like that to an extent, but you need to understand this was every day and it was so pronounced that my colleagues were like hey why does this always happen to you, personally, specifically.

Not long before the pandemic I went to visit my sibling, and the two of us were hanging out behind an outdoor beer garden, next to the big street bins, talking while we waited to go meet someone. A council worker who had been emptying the bins turned around, walked right up to us, and with zero preamble started telling us about his career as a rat catcher, pointing out his scars and the fingers he lost to infected rat bites, and then showing us all the pictures he'd taken on his (insanely outdated) flip phone of ghosts he saw in the sewer tunnels.

Like I wish I could say this was a tumblr thing but it's genetic or something. People just see me and a synapse snaps and they start speaking in tongues.

[eggedbellies]

You find yourself so dazedly wandering, you end up on the beach- the sand is soft, gentle under foot, and after all that energy being used, it would be nice to lay down on the soft sand.

Your slumber is eventually awoke by a wet cold tongue between your legs, the muzzle of a sea beast curiously sniffing and licking at the pheromones radiating from your sex.

It licks you out for a long time, lapping away until your wet and sobbing with pleasure, before long equally as cold tentacles begin to fill you up, pressing and nestling inside. And then they begin to fill you with Luke-warm cum, and after the erratic last fucks you had, you could honesty fall asleep during this.

Once your belly was full, sloshing so much and you were drooling from the heavy weight, only then did the sea beast gently plug you up with it’s hooked, ridged dick, rutting and rumbling against your chest as it began to fuck soft squishy soft ball-sized eggs into your filled womb.

And even once you were packed so full that you saw white stars behind your eyelids every time you blinked, the creature stayed with you, treating you to wet licks and nuzzles, tangled up in a swan of loving wet tentacles.

After all, it had to keep you filled up with cum! It wouldn’t wants its young becoming dried out :)

-✨🐍

I fear no water any more, with my gills. And after refreshing their moisture, it feels good to be on the sand again. Even if it's annoying to get out of my mane. I wonder just how long this will last. Every time I take this potion, the effects seem to linger for longer. I'm starting to wonder if it'll ever wear off... or what will happen next time I take it...

But sleep is easy.

Waking up to the feeling of being filled is no surprise, but this is so... soft. The creature is shocking in it's immensity, as well as the gentle way it treats my body. I'm aware of very little, just the comfort it's slow filling gives, the way I stretch so easily now, vast beyond what any human should be able to do... but I hardly think I qualify as human any more.

The soft dampness and the security is nice. I allow myself to fall back into a swollen doze, rocked by the sea and safe in it's grip, knowing no other creature will sneak into my body while it's here...

[jassisass]

Spider Bites

chapter 2

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A few weeks have passed since your initial fight, but you and Miguel have been at each other’s throats. You can hardly be in the same room as him without one of you starting a fight. Well, you’re the one staring most of the fights but it’s only because he keeps making digs at you. Most of the time, they’re just regular arguments with him threatening to kick you off the team again and again. Sometimes they end up being physical. He never really hurts you, but every time he makes it clear that he’s the one in charge and it usually always ends with you being pinned to the wall or floor. Sometimes you put up a fight, but most of the time you don’t bother. Physically, he’s way stronger than you ever could be, and you part of you likes being overpowered because there aren’t many people who can. After almost every fight, you make some excuse to find a secluded enough place to relieve your pent up emotions, but it never quite satisfies you. You’ve almost gotten caught a few times.

Though he tries to restrain himself, you have a way of pressing Miguel’s buttons in a way nobody else can. Stopping just shy of his breaking point. For a second, you wonder if this has anything to do with your pheromones… if your emotions are affecting him as well. Could that be what’s causing you two to fight all the time? Your lack of control? Are you making him lose control with the scent radiating off of you whenever he’s around?

Even right now, you can smell it. Sweet and musky, embarrassingly strong. It’s been getting worse, especially with all the fighting. It’s just the two of you there in an abandoned observatory. You, Miguel and a few other spiders had taken out an alternate Lizard. You lingered back until everyone else left, and now there isn’t anyone to shield you from his wrath. You’re on your stomach. Miguel is holding your forearms against your back with one hand and your head is pressed into the ground by the other. He wants to make it clear that he’s the one in charge, yet you keep pushing back against his authority.

“What did I tell you about following my orders?” Miguel hisses through his mask. Even though you’d removed yours before you started fighting, his remains on.

He’s referring to the fact that you didn’t stay paired up with one of the Peters that came with you. It’s not your fault though, because that Peter pisses you off and not in the hot way Miguel does.

“We took the guy out, didn’t we?” you say. “Aren’t we supposed to be adaptable?”

“It doesn’t matter!” he says. “You could’ve fucked everything up!”

So, maybe it isn’t just that Peter annoys you, because he does. You fucked it up on purpose, but it was a calculated move. One that wouldn’t have caused any issues, but Miguel doesn’t know that.

“It doesn’t matter! It was fine!”

“God, you’re impossible to work with,” he’s beginning to loosen his grip on your arms.

“You keep assigning us missions together when you literally have hundreds of other options,” you say. “You like working with me.”

Miguel seethes because you’re right. He has consistently been picking you on the majority of the missions he goes on.

“Aww, did I hit a nerve?” you taunt. “I bet you’re enjoying this too.”

Miguel starts to chuckle softly, and his mask comes off. You catch a glimpse of his shiny white fangs. He leans in close, and you can feel his breath on your skin.

“Oh my god,” you close your eyes, a shiver going down your spine when his breath “Oh my god. Is he gonna do it?”

“Look at me.”

You look back at him.

“If I have to put you in your place again there are going to be consequences.”

“Oh yeah?” you say, your voice shaking slightly. “Like what? You’ll bite me?”

Miguel adjusts the position of your arms in a way that hurts, and you make a noise that sounds a bit too much like a moan.

“Sounds like you’re the one who’s enjoying this.”

You hesitate for a fraction of a second. “And what if I do?”

Miguel is caught off guard by your answer, and he doesn’t respond, so you keep talking.

“We always fight like this and you always threaten to kick me off, but you haven’t.”

Miguel growls. “You’re so fucking aggravating.”

“Yeah? So are you.”

For a second there’s just the sound of him breathing. Inhaling in your sweet scent. You can hear his breathing grow slightly heavier, and you wonder if the effects of your pheromones are increasing. You’ve been in close proximity with him before but never this close for this long. You have no idea how it’s going to affect him, or how long it’ll take. You notice he’s sweating slightly.

He groans softly, and you swallow.

“Why does this keep happening?” He lets you go and stands up. You doubt he wants you to try and answer.

You roll over onto your back and stand up. When you look at him, for just a moment his mask slips. He doesn’t look angry anymore. He looks exhausted. Guilt pangs in your chest as he turns his back to you.

“Miguel—”

“No, just—just go. Please.”

You don’t know what to say to him anyway, so you leave and check out the city. This one is pretty average, except much greener than your city. Lots of trees and plants growing everywhere. The Spider who lives there is nice too. You swing around the city, and eventually you find yourself at the top of a building once again. You take off your mask and take a deep breath. The air smells faintly of flowers.

“I need to stop doing this,” you think. It can’t be good for either of you, or for the fate of the spider-verse. Miguel hates that name, but you think it’s better than the ‘poly-arachnid whatever’ bullshit he came up with.

You close your eyes and lay down. Now that there’s nothing to distract you, the urge for release makes itself known. You do your best to ignore it this time. The Spider-man from this city could pop up at any time. You’re not a stranger to risks but you have a limit. Part of you wants to go back home but you decide there’s no point. Plus you’re pretty sure you’ve been overdoing it with the masturbation lately, and it’s gotten to the point where it doesn’t really feel good anymore. You take deep breaths, focusing on the scent of the flowers, and after a while your arousal is finally suppressed, at least for the most part.

The same can’t be said for Miguel. He’s currently battling his mixed emotions towards you. One one hand, you always find some way to him constantly, but on the other hand he can’t get enough of you. He’ll never admit to it, but he loves having to put you in your place. People rarely challenge him, except for Hobie, but Hobie… he’s different. He doesn’t care enough to fight, because he’s only there for Gwen. You though, you have a way of riling him up. It’s like the longer he’s around you, the more intense it gets.

Annoyance and anger aren’t the only thing he feels when he’s around you. He didn’t notice this the first time, but he finds himself feeling oddly aroused after or even during your fights. He’s not sure how he feels about that. It means you’re a distraction, but you’re a distraction he can’t get enough of.

Of course, you don’t know that. As far as you’re concerned, he hates you but you’re too valuable to let go. Even if he doesn’t hate you, or if you were to exist in a world where he even has feelings for you, it would never work. You’re deadly. You can’t risk a relationship with anyone. It would just hurt too much, not being able to kiss, hardly being able to touch. You’ve tried many times to synthesize some sort of antidote or something that can neutralize your poison, even just temporarily, but nothing ever works. You’ve been experimenting on roaches, and you’ve probably sent a mountain’s worth to their demise. It’s so bad that you get too scared to shake someone’s hand on a hot day, or pay for something with cash because being exposed to your sweat could be the end of their life. Normal people are just too delicate.

You can’t help but think that it’s a shitty power to have. It’s not even something you can use in combat, at least not intentionally, and it’s not like you want to kill everyone you fight either. You’d rather not have any unnecessary deaths on your hands. That’s another reason you need to stop fighting with Miguel. Sure, you both have your suits on when you touch, but you never know what could happen. If he dies because of you… everything would be fucked.

You’d be fucked.

The realization hits you and you open your eyes and stare up at the sky. You need to stop. You really need to stop, for the greater good.

“For the greater good,” You tell yourself. “Just shut the hell up and follow your orders.”

You can’t have everything fall apart because you can’t control yourself. Just imagine, you being the one who caused the multiverse to crumble because of your own desires. Not being around Miguel is a small price to pay for saving everyone you can.

After taking one last deep breath, you decide it’s finally time to return to the Spider-hub. You type the location in your watch and step through the portal.

Every time you come to the Spider-hub, you’re always a little awestruck. For so long, you’d felt so alone as a superhero. A lot of the spidermen were lucky enough to have their best friend. The one who knows. Their guy in the chair they can confide in, even if they fully don’t understand the stresses of fighting villains. You aren’t so lucky to have that, so once you found out that you in fact aren't alone at all, and that there’s actually thousands of you out is a huge comfort to you. Even though you still have your secrets. All of you do.

Another reason you like walking around in the Spider-hub is that you know there’s not a high chance of you running into Miguel. He’s almost always spending his time alone, and even if he does decide to get off his platform the place is so huge that the chances of you actually seeing him is close to none. You decide to stop by the cafeteria for something to eat.

Everyone you walk past who knows you greets you cheerfully, which brightens your spirits. It’s funny, you’re all vastly different, but you all have this understanding. You all get it. Even if you’re complete strangers, you all understand each other on a level that nobody else can. You don’t have to worry about hiding your face. Hell, there’s even a therapist you can actually be honest with.

You sit down at one of the tables in the cafeteria with your snack. As you’re about to take a bite, you sense someone approaching you from behind. You turn to see a tall black man wearing a black and white suit. He has locs that have been put into braids with blonde streaks in them. He’s a spider-man you’ve seen around before, and you’d actually gone on a mission with him recently.

“Hey, Arachne, right?” he says.

“Yeah… Spiderman?”

He laughs. “Wayne.”

You tell him your name. “You can sit if you want.”

He sits down across from you. You’re not gonna lie to yourself, he’s kinda fine, but you can’t get into another entanglement. You don’t know if you can. You’re pretty emotionally invested in Miguel at this point.

“So y'know that move you did when we were on that mission the other day?” he asks. “The one where you tied that guy up?”

“Yeah,” you say. You’re proud of yourself for coming up with that move, but you doubt you’re the only one who’s done it. You all have your own styles of fighting but there’s a lot of overlap since you all virtually have the same powers.

“How’d you come up with that?”

“I guess I was inspired by how spiders wrap up their pray in their webs,” you say. “It took a lot of practice to get it right, and I can’t really use it on anyone who’s a lot bigger than me, or it’s too hard to spin them around. Oh! I also had to develop a new web formula so the strands would split for faster coverage. It took me months to finally figure it out.”

“You don’t got a science guy?”

“Nah, it’s just me.”

He’s about to say something but his watch beeps. He glances down at it. Probably another anomaly.

“Damn, I gotta go but we should hang out sometime. If you want to.”

“Yeah, sure,” you nod. “Just let me know when you’re free.”

He nods and salutes you before falling backwards through the portal he just opened. You wonder if he wants to hang out as a friend or on a date. You decide to ask him whenever he gets back to you.

Once you finish your food, you wander around the Spider-hub for a bit, having little conversations with various spiders before deciding to go to train. You’re not out of practice by any means, but it never hurts to work on your skills. After sparring with a few people, you leave the to sit on the outer wall of the building. Miguel’s city is straight out of the future, similarly to the city you’d gone to when fighting the undersea Doc Ock, except instead of neon nightlife vibes, it looks more utopian. It’s almost funny that a man like Miguel lives there, though with all the tech they have he probably deals with crazy villains.

Them and the ones from hundreds of other universes. You’ve really put him through a lot. Jessica hasn’t talked to you about it recently, you two rarely see each other, but you can almost feel the disappointed look she’d give you if she knew. Maybe she does know, and doesn’t want to deal with it along with being Spider Woman and a pregnancy. You can’t believe she even goes on missions with a baby on the way.

Eventually, your own watch goes off. It’s a message from Wayne, asking if you’re busy. You text him back that you’re not and he sends you the coordinates to his universe. You open a portal below you and do a backflip off the building, diving straight in.

When you make it through to the other side, you shoot a web out to a building, swing in a long arc up and around and cling to the side. Wayne lands right beside you. The night air is cool and refreshing.

“So you want a quick tour?”

“Sure.”

“Let’s see if you can keep up,” you can’t see his face but by the sound of his voice he’s smiling.

Wayne’s city looks remarkably like yours, and at first you don’t notice any differences. A few advertisements you’ve never seen before, but besides that the layout of the city is actually familiar to you. Keeping up with Wayne is easy, and you’re having a lot of fun following him through the city. This job and Miguel have been stressing you out. As you weave between cars and trucks and swing around the city, you feel almost elated. Wayne brings you to a skyscraper where he stops.

“This is where I usually hang out,” he says. “When I’m not… being spiderman.”

You nod and take off your mask. “I have a spot kinda like this back home.”

“Yeah?” He takes off his mask too. “What’s your city like?”

“Almost exactly like this one. Like the layout and everything. Maybe some different street names and some buildings are in different places but besides that it’s pretty much the same place.”

Wayne nods. “You go back often?”

“Not really. I mean, yeah to check on things but I only go home when I’m off duty. I don’t really like hanging around my apartment ifI can’t just relax… even though I have shit to deal with pretty much every day.”

“I get that.”

You both sit in silence for a moment. It’s nice talking to someone who comes from a similar city as you, and it’s nice being somewhere that feels familiar.

“So, is this supposed to be a date or..?” you ask.

“Nah, nah,” he says. “Just hanging out. I should’ve said that earlier, my bad.”

“No it’s fine, I just wanted to make sure.”

“I feel like I don’t have time for all that romantic stuff. At least not right now.”

“Yeah,” you say. “Me too. I feel like I barely have time for myself.”

“Is that why you and Miguel are always fighting?”

You make a face, slightly embarrassed. “Yeah… that’s part of it I guess.”

“I can’t blame you man, he’s an asshole. You got balls the way you talk to him though.”

“Honestly I don’t know how I haven’t gotten kicked off yet.”

“You’re a good fighter,” he says, giving a gentle punch on the shoulder. “We need people like you.”

“Thanks.”

You smile. You haven’t had time to hang out with your friends back home lately, so it’s nice spending time with someone. You two end up talking for a while before both your watches go off.

Emergency backup needed: Earth-17778

“Where you headed?” you ask.

He shows you his watch. Earth-17778. You show him your watch with the same number. You both pull

your masks on and portal to the other dimension.

When you make it in, you lean off the side of the building and scan the area for any threats. It’s close to sunrise, judging by the color of the sky. Your spider sense tells you to get out of the way so you drop down and something bursts through the wall where you were resting moments before. A flash of red blue and glowing purple broke through the brick wall of the next building. You cringe. No wonder this spider needs backup—they’re getting their ass beat.

“Oh shit,” Wayne says.

You’re about to follow after them, when a second figure comes out through the hole in the building in a blur. That small glipse tells you enough. You’re dealing with two Prowlers.

“I’ll go through if you go up top,” he says.

You nod and thwip webs out of both your wrists and launch yourself over top of the buildings. Both the Prowlers are fast, but it’s easy to follow their path of destruction. You and Wayne finally catch up, and you see one Prowler, a man, holding back the arms of Spiderman, a classic red and blue Peter, while the second Prowler, a woman, is walking towards them with her claws out. You’ve never seen two villains working together like this before.

“Yo!” Wayne calls out.

Both Prowlers look up, eyes narrow, and you feel a chill go down your spine. Something about the Prowler makes you feel uneasy, and now you have to deal with two of them. They look at each other so you decide to make your move.

“I got left,” you tell Wayne, going after the female Prowler.

When you reach her, she grabs you by the arm and slams you into the rubble covered ground. She’s strong. Strong enough so you’re concerned about how this fight is going to end.

“So you from around here?” you ask, starting to sit up.

“Shut up,” she growls in her distorted voice. “I’m going to destroy you.”

She goes to punch you in the head, and you roll out of the way, standing in the same fluid movement. The Prowler fights with her claws out, and you narrowly miss getting your throat sliced open more than a few times. She tears through every web you shoot at her, so you decide to create some distance. When you’re in the air, you realize that Wayne and the other Prowler are long gone. Spiderman is on the ground, but he’s alive.

You make it to the top of a building and you jump backwards off of it, diving with your back towards the ground. The Prowler launches herself after you, but she glitches, giving you the opportunity to shoot a sticky mass of webs onto her face with one hand and use the other to anchor yourself back to the building so you can swing back around in an arc and slam her into the ground from above, pinning her by her wrists. She struggles hard, but you manage to hold her arms together and tie them up with webs, making sure she can’t slice through them. Once she’s restrained, you tie her up fully and send her to the go home machine.

Once she’s gone, you check on Spiderman.

“You good man?” you ask, holding out a hand to help him up.

“Yeah… I’m good,” he says, taking your hand and standing. “I wasn’t sure if I was gonna make it though.”

He looks like he’s about to pass out.

“You should probably get yourself checked out man,” you say. “We can handle the rest.”

He nods and opens up a portal and leaves you to call Wayne on your watch. “You good bro?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Cops should be on their way. Is the other guy okay?”

“He’s fine. He had to go to the infirmary but I think he’ll be fine.”

“Aight, I’m coming over.”

Wayne swings between two buildings on your right and lands next to you.

“You send the other Prowler to the go home machine?” he asks.

“Yeah. She literally almost killed me though. If she wasn’t glitching so much I would’ve gotten fucked up.”

“Shit,” he says.

He holds out his fist. You give him a fist bump and you go your separate ways. He has time off, while you’re still on duty but technically free to go wherever you want. You decide to go back to your own universe to make sure everything’s in order.

As you patrol the city, you realize you’re in a good mood, which hasn’t happened in awhile. You made a connection today. A new friend.

[jangmi-latte]

I am Loving these ABO prompts. such a big thinking moment. love it. I don't think Lilia has been done yet, maybe a Lilia version where he gets protective and serious. never piss off the happy ones as they say

☾︎ 5:24 𝐏𝐌 ☽︎ 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎..

𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚅𝚊𝚗𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚎

comments: this is the past!lilia you all were expecting. this will counter the present lilia as this is my interpretation or AT LEAST is what and how lilia, silver, sebek, and malleus interpreted lilia in the past. placed this under PM instead of AM (can still be classified as SFW) since it's still NSFW with the mentions in the warnings below.

WARNINGS: violence, mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of weaponry (sword, bombs, etc.), d/s dynamics, slight manhandling, mad lilia is already a warning on its own. trying to make this as gender neutral as possible! no smut or the like.

“Tell me about the stability of these gentlemen, doctor. Only then, we’ll call it a day.”

"There are at least a hundred new recruits that are planning to be enlisted as of today, General Vanrouge. You might be disappointed with the results," the military doctor spoke, walking side-by-side with the general while he flipped through the lists of subordinates.

"And why must that be?" questioned Lilia as he analyzed the printed faces of young faes. Alphas, that's what he's expecting in the field. At the most, the strongest in their recruit. The division is not in need of weaklings.

"You see—" the doctor took the papers from the general, "—most of the recruits are betas. Some are even mere rookies. Lacking in discipline I tell you."

Lilia gripped on the hilt of his sword in dismay, "Albeit, I am not even surprised." He sighed and walked outside to the training field.

"Stability, doctor. Let's ignore their position. It's out of our control. What I want—" he faced the doctor who gripped the papers to his chest. Lilia, the strongest alpha in the frontlines, narrowed his eyes at the innocent fae, "—is their mental capability. I can train them in where they lack. However—"

Unfortunately enough, could this day get any worse for the already annoyed fae, a bomb exploded at the distance. Startling people left and right, some even flinching and running away while Lilia's eyebrows immediately arched downwards.

"These brats," he spat.

The doctor, who's a mere beta himself, could smell the irritation radiate from the general even as he's walking farther away from him. He pulled on the collar of his uniform and gulped, praying to Her Majesty Draconia that her own trusted soldier would calm down.

His temper is not one that should be mocked about.

"Agent y/n was on that field! We need immediate response!" yelled a sergeant.

"So much for these new recruits," gulped the doctor once more.

While his heeled boots stomped on the musky soil of the Earth, Lilia was in no mood to participate in idle chitchat. He listened very carefully to the panicked and fearful voice of soldiers left and right. His nose being able to identify their pheromones, trying to detect that one scent within the crowd.

After all, hearing just the name of the alleged victim was enough to make his veins pump in adrenaline.

"Are they okay?"

"What happened? Wasn't Agent y/n observing the trainees?"

"Good grief, thankfully it didn't ignite the other explosives."

"Stand back!" roared Lilia as the new recruits scurried instantly, with no hesitance, to stand tall in a straight line.

There was black smoke that scattered among the atmosphere on where the explosion happened. A small-caliber projectile exploded due to reckless behavior along with incautious treatment — not much of a big deal when it comes to Lilia just as long as no one's injured. A simple snap of his fingers was enough as the smoke turned into nothing and on the ground is where you laid.

The agent.

Naturally, the scent of fumes was still present in the atmosphere despite the lack of the cloudy smoke; that did not stop the beta recruits (and some omegas, even alphas) from having their heartbeats palpitate at the frightening scent the general was exhausting. It was strong. Definitely dominant.

You were coughing and wheezing from the explosion. Admittedly, you were careless enough yourself as you instinctly jumped and tried to defuse the explosion only for it to explode on your face and throw you on the ground. It hurt but it wasn't deadly. That is, if the general wasn't present at the moment.

You felt a tight and firm grip on your arm that pulled you up to your legs. You are an omega and yet you stood at one of the highest positions in the military. Coughing out the remnants of the smoke in your lungs, you reckoned you are covered in ash and dirt at the moment, not really professionally sightly.

"Thank you—" you mumbled only to gain more of your senses when you heard his booming voice.

"You bloody hellbounds are better off with your hands tied behind your back and jaws in a muzzle." He gritted his teeth, glaring at the recruits who looked like their life is at stake. So much for being an aspiring frontliner.

"Back to your pens and see to it that you're better off punished and kneeling when I come back." Lilia's eyes followed the sergeants that mercilessly ordered — some even ushered — the recruits back to their stations.

"Sir, I'm fine. Let's keep your head levelled, shall we?." You coughed, once, and gently let your pheromones dominate — or try to — his endearing one. It was getting to you as well. Feeling your own heart beat faster and your eyes grow hazy. Hopefully, this would not activate a spontaneous heat despite your continuous intakes of suppressants.

"Keep your lips sealed, y/n. You're not in a stable position." Lilia tried to steady his voice and you still hear the authority in them. "To let an agent of your standing get easily injured over some mild explosion..." he rattled on while he hooked his arms under your legs and bounced you in his arms.

"The least I could do is to refrain you from going feral. You could've—" You coughed. "—could've hit them or blast them off with your magic or something then we'll be in for more trouble." You hooked at arm around his neck as he walked over to the infirmary.

He was terrifying, indeed. Everyone held high respects for the general. Most especially when it came to omegas like you. The ratio of omegas from the alphas and betas in the field was not that big. However, those of your kind hold high importance to the frontliners — even one that can calm the mightiest of alphas.

"I said keep your lips shut."

You exhaled a chuckle through your nose and laid your head on his shoulder. Hearing the clanks of his pins and letting your fingers trail through the hilt of his sword. He doesn't scare you, at least not in this case. "Yes, sir."

Not even now that it's been centuries since you last saw a scowl on his face.

"Again, really?" came forth Lilia, with now a shorter stature and hair painted in pink and black. Arms crossed and an eyebrow arched as he eyed you in one of biggest lakes in Briar Valley.

You simply laughed pushed back your hair. You fell into the lake, that was it. No injuries, just a simple accident that Lilia is no surprise you're very vulnerable to. "At least it's not a bomb this time."

"A...bomb?" Silver questioned as he glanced at you and Lilia as if he's watching the ball bounce in a tennis match. He stepped on a log and reached his hand out to you to which you grabbed and now hoisted back on the wooden deck.

"Long story, my boy." the elder fae shook is head with a grin in his face. "It's a story for another time."

"Ah," you hummed, "Then should I keep my lips shut until then?"

© 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢-𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞 2022.

[robertdowneyjjr]

Steve/Tony Capwolf AU: Steve and Tony are still antagonistic, snarky teammates, but Steve in his secret werewolf form just ADORES Tony. Shenanigans ensue

It's been six months since the team formed and started living together at Avengers Mansion and if you asked Tony, things are going reasonably well. That is, if you don't take his relationship (or lack thereof) with Steve into account.

He gets aggravated if he thinks about it too long. By all accounts, they should be getting along well, and for the most part they do. They still bicker over strategy but once they're on the field they're incredibly synchronized. Most days, Tony feels like Steve is warming up to him and they're on their way to being friends. But it's always one step forward, two steps back with him. It seems as though once a month Steve would have an outburst of some sort, take it out on Tony, and hurriedly leave the mansion in a huff. Tony isn't sure where Steve goes, but whatever he's doing to let off steam must work, because he always returns the next day all fresh faced and bright eyed, making breakfast for the rest of the team as if nothing happened.

Tony would be annoyed if he didn't have his own way of relaxing and forgetting about his and Cap's most recent argument. He doesn't know if he just, like, emits some sort of pheromone every time he and Steve fight like this, or maybe animals can just sense the lack of angry energy whenever Steve disappears into the night to escape from his confrontation with Tony. But regardless, whenever Steve leaves, after a few hours a giant stray dog would come into the mansion's backyard and seek Tony out.

The dog's massive enough that Tony has a feeling it's only the size it is because of some mutation or a run-in with some radiation or chemicals. He isn't sure how this dog has managed to roam around the city for so long and not be noticed by the authorities, and but Tony's glad he's managed to take care of himself whenever he's not at the mansion. Tony has had JARVIS scan the dog for a microchip, hoping to return him to his owner, but there's nothing, and he's docile enough that Tony lets him stay however long he wants. But the dog never stays for longer than a night, always leaving before Tony even wakes up. It kind of makes him wonder if that feeling of emptiness when he sees that unoccupied space next to him in the morning is what all his past one night stands had felt when he ran away to his workshop to avoid them.

He's thought about adopting the dog formally, protect him from the outside world; there's something about his big blue eyes that makes Tony want to just keep him around all the time. It's kind of nice, actually, having the dog follow him around and nuzzling against him after he has those fights with Steve. If he sometimes talks to the dog to vent about his issues with Cap, well, no one else has to know.

[dr-lizortecho]

It’s annoying, having to smell the other Alpha all over Kyle. He practically reeked of him. That subtle petrichor smell that radiated off all the Omegas and Betas that associated with Oatian Apha’s. It wasn’t like she really had room to complain, she trusted Kyle, it was a foundational piece to their relationship. Without it they didn’t stand a chance.

So the annoyance was something Liz could live with. Even if when he showed to the lab it was with the pheromone practically dripping off him from prolonged exposure. No doubt getting a walk from the lobby to the lab, like ‘Max’ had nothing better to do with his time.

She wasn’t going to complain, she thinks angrily as she slams a beaker down too harshly. The liquid sloshing almost uncontrollably. Not verbally at least, and he couldn’t really say anything about it either.

Since Liz’s reaction was partially due to the actual aversion she felt to the pheromone. Her stomach would churn uncomfortably when the scent hit her. Which if the patterns of the last few weeks held, any minute when Kyle showed with their coffees he would reek of the forsaken Alpha that was encroaching on her territory.

Not that Kyle belonged to her. Just that he obviously carried her scent and had a gold band glinting on his hand. The two most obvious social claims that existed. So mostly she was annoyed with the other Alpha’s persistent attempts to not only become a staple in Kyle’s routine, but to only ever do so when she wasn’t in sight.

[hopeless-ro-simptic]

Familiar Cerulean Eyes Pt. 4

Click here for other parts. Part 5 

Warning: This shit gets intense. Not smut but like character almost dies. Be prepared. Dabi’s alpha really comes out in this one. He angry boi. 

Word Count: Just under 2.5 K 

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You woke up from your nap, your neck stiff, to the annoying sound of Dabi’s phone going off for what you were pretty sure was the third time in five minutes. Whoever was trying to contact him really wanted his attention, and he wasn’t giving it to them.

Instead you watched with wide eyes as the annoyed villain gave another meaning to burner phone, watching the melting plastic drip onto the floor, holding it from the top of the phone so not to get the melted plastic on himself. He was sitting up on the bed and looked absolutely done with whatever was going on with that phone. Running his hands over his face pulling his skin with a deep sigh before he noticed you watching, replacing his expression with a smirk as he pulled out a cigarette lighting it with his finger and placing it between his lips before leaning back against his forearms.

“Good morning, Princess. Well I guess I should say good night.” The shadows on his face being exaggerated by the lamp next to his bed by his cigarette tray. He was just in an old tattered wife beater at this point, the hoodie piled up on the corner of his bed like he was using it as a pillow. It was only then that you noticed his singular pillow was tucked between you and the armrest of the chair you were in, and the furry blanket draped across your body. You could help but sniff it, shocked that it smelled brand new and unscented. For some reason you pouted at that. Which he didn’t miss.

“H- ahem… How long was I out?” You’re throat was dry making your voice scratchy and you were silently grateful when he reached out to you, handing you an unopened water bottle.

He hummed thoughtfully to himself glancing at the window, blowing out a puff of smoke that started to collect in the air. “Maybe five hours? I tried to get you to move to the bed and stretch out but you’re pretty mean when you’re asleep”  

“I’ve been told that before,” You stood up out of the chair, letting yourself stretch out and folding the blanket up neatly on the chair, pretending like you didn’t care about it, the butterflies erupting in your stomach. You could feel the eyes of the alpha in front of you drag along your body, slowly taking in what was before him. There was nothing you could do to stop him, and after your nap your omega was starting to wake up and was enjoying the stares for once. It did feel kind of nice that someone thought of you like that, like you were something worth looking at. You tried not to dwell on it. Instead you located the snack bag, riffling through it to locate something to eat, the alpha next to you as he continued to puff smoke out like an angry dragon, making lazy circles in the air.

Finally, after some deliberation, you picked out a candy bar, turning and leaning against the dresser facing the door and opening it. Your stomach ready for food, your foggy brain, however, was not prepared for the door in front of you to collapse suddenly in ash, the number one villain in Japan standing behind it, five fingers up where the previously standing door was, rage in his blood red eyes. The stench that enveloped the room could not be mistaken for anything other than a very angry and pissed off alpha.

Dabi reacted quicker than you, jumping up in between you and the offending alpha with a snarl ripping through his throat.

“What is this? Playing hooky with some dumb useless omega? Can’t keep it in your pants, Dabi, long enough to answer my calls?” The tall and lanky blue haired alpha stepped into the room menacingly, and while Dabi was easily bigger than he was, you knew that the other alpha outranked him. That he was more dangerous.

“Get out, she’s mine.” The smell in the air was choking you as the two alphas pumped out enough pheromones to coat the entire block, along with the smoke emitting from Dabi’s body, his temperature rising and blue flames appearing in one of his hands threateningly. Your omega let out a loud chirp realizing the situation. You were in a very small flammable room, with two pissed off and very dangerous alphas. That were about to fight because of you. And you had dropped your candy bar.

Shigaraki moved first, he reached for you, but Dabi reacted faster, grabbing your wrist and spinning you behind him the opposite way past Shigaraki, thrusting his enflamed hand out towards the alpha, essentially switching your places, the lamp providing the only light in the room other than the light from the hallway outside being dusted in the process, Shigaraki hissing in pain at being touched by Dabi’s fire before he started laughing maniacally. You could smell the fear coming off of yourself as you stepped back into the door frame. You realized this was it, you could run. But you weren’t sure you would get very far. You hesitated not sure what to do, your omega chirping wildly as you searched for an answer.

Dabi continued his onslaught of fire, burning scorch marks into the walls as the blue haired alpha dodged. An annoyed hiss leaving his lips. “Kurogiri!”

Shigaraki moved again, this time disappearing into a black mist that appeared in front of him. You could hear Dabi snarl out whipping around to grab you, but he was too late. Four fingers were wrapped around your throat from behind you, and you could smell the distinct scent of ash and decay radiating off of the alpha that had you trapped. The room went silent other than your whimpers that you couldn’t control. You had heard very little about Shigaraki, but after the USJ incident, Shoto had talked about the villain who could dust anything or anyone with just a touch of five fingers.  At the time you had thought the villain was scary. With how shaken up Shoto was you thought you understood what he was trying to explain. But being here, in this moment, with your life just a finger from ending, you truly understood the extent of the fear that those kids had gone through. You weren’t even sure if this villain’s quirk would work against you, but you didn’t want to test it.

“Maybe next time you’ll answer your phone instead of entertaining a stupid little omega whore.” You couldn’t even feel the tears streaming down your face, your voice had gone silent. You never smelled anything as sour as the fear radiating off of you. Not even when Endevor had engulfed you in fire for the first time when you were just a pup to test if your quirk would protect you.

“No! Please!” The look on Dabi’s face was heartbreaking. The sound of his voice cracking at seeing you like this, about to die due to his negligence, echoed around the room. The word ‘please’ ringing in your ear, almost as loud as your own roaring heartbeat.

For some reason, that word made Shigaraki pause, glancing with confusion to you behind your back, and for some reason, that brief second made you realize you didn’t want to die seeing Dabi with that look on his face, it reminded you so much of a look that another alpha had given you so long ago. So you did the only thing you could do in the moment to make him feel better.

Dabi doesn’t think he has ever heard a purr so heavenly. You sounded like an angel. Like a siren desperately calling him out to sea. He didn’t think he would ever listen to another purr again and enjoy it, with one noise you had ruined him. It was sad, scared, but beautiful and comforting and all at the same time, even with the current predicament you found yourself in. It was all that his alpha could do to return your purr with an attempt at a calming scent, one that he hadn’t emitted for a long time, and it was a shaky attempt at best, but your omega could still pick up on the change in the smell of the air. You closed your eyes, purring louder and focusing on that spicey warm smell of cinnamon, letting your mind wander back to the one of the last times you had smelled something so nice.

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“Leave her alone!” A growl came from the young red headed boy in front of you, he was getting closer and closer to presenting age and his secondary sex was growing stronger by the day. There was no doubt now that he would present as an alpha. Endevor was proud.

He was also annoyed at the pup’s disobedience.

Endevor shoved you to the ground, you chirping softly and curling in on your self as you looked up at the two males.

“You want me to leave her alone? Then prove to me that you can handle this. Do it Touya. I want you outside in five minutes, and you are going to get that move perfected or she becomes target practice.” Endevor turned to leave at that point, sending one more glare in your direction before muttering. “Prove to me there was a point in wasting the money on this runt.”

Immediately Touya dropped down in front of you, pulling you into his arms, checking you over for injuries.

“I’m fine… Touya I’m fine.” You pushed him off of you. For once in your life you were upset at him. Angry. And he couldn’t understand why.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I should have stopped him sooner. I just am too weak to over power him. I promise I’ll get stronger.”

“No! That’s not what I want! I just want you to be safe! Stop trying to prove that you can do this stupid move. Do you not see what it’s doing to you?  Touya you are burning yourself up! You are going to end up hurt in a way that might not be fixable!” You stood up, brushing yourself off, ignoring the bruised pain where endevor had you held up by your throat. Ignoring the way your eyes your eyes burned with unshed tears. You couldn’t protect Touya if he was so worried about you all the time. You had to suck it up.

“Y/N,” Touya’s face looked completely torn. All he wanted to do was to be good enough for you, and if it meant hurting himself just a little he would do it.

“I have to Y/N… I have to get stronger, to be able to protect you.”

He pulled you back into his arms, placing soft little kisses to your cheeks, releasing the calming scent of cinnamon that he knew you liked so much. He would do whatever it took to keep you safe. He wouldn’t let you cry anymore. He would do whatever it took to protect you. To give you the life you deserved.

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You threw yourself into Dabi’s arms, a sob leaving you lips the second that the fingers detached from your throat. He collected you into his grasp, hugging your face to his chest, lightly pressing his lips to the top of your head, petting your hair soothingly as he glared daggers at the other alpha who was watching in awed confusion, his fingers tearing at his neck with scratches.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He was angry. He was livid. He was going to kill him for scaring his precious omega.

You couldn’t help yourself, your omega wanted comfort, from the only person in the room that would give it to her. You leaned up on your tip toes and nuzzled gently against the alpha’s scent glands, inhaling the scent of cinnamon, smoke and whiskey, trying to calm yourself down. Earning a soft strangled sound from the alpha’s throat.

“Get out!” He wasn’t going to say it again, you were finally warming up to him and it was because you were terrified. He hated that it was in this situation but all he wanted to do was to make you feel better. All his alpha wanted to do was worship you.

The blue haired alpha was scratching his neck in thought, watching the exchange between the alpha and omega in front of him. He could tell she wasn’t bonded. Hell, she wasn’t even scented by him thoroughly it seemed, yet the alpha in front of him was acting like she was more than just some groupie he found to warm his bed. As far as he was aware, Dabi had never shown any interest in an omega other than to deal with his ruts, and they usually didn’t want anything to do with him after that, screaming profanities that could be heard throughout the compound that was the leagues base where most of them stayed. In fact, Shigaraki was pretty sure Dabi never brought anyone to his personal shithole of an apartment, always stating that he didn’t want them to stink up the place.

Dabi leaned down, running his nose against your scent glands in return, cooing softly in your ear that everything was okay. You were okay. He was going to kill him and that everything was okay and then the two of you could take a nap and relax and everything was going to be okay.

For some reason, the threat didn’t even phase you.

Finally, Shigaraki groaned in annoyance. His fingers stopping their itching as he turned to the beta Kurogiri, who you just now registered was there, mumbling something quietly to him before snapping at the couple in front of him.

“If you want to play house then do it on your own time. We have a mission to do.”

“I’m not leaving her unprotected” Dabi snarled back the tension in the room still thick, causing your omega to curl further into his arms until you were flush against him, your face hiding in his neck whimpering soft pleads for him to protect you. You knew within three seconds that you much rather cuddle up against the murderer in your arms than have to face the hand covered alpha that wanted to rule the world.  

“Fine, fine. Then bring your pet. I don’t care.” Shigaraki turned and slipped into the black mist that was Kurogiri’s portal, another one appearing underneath you and Dabi, swallowing you whole as you let out distressed chirps.

[huaxxian]

Stone Skipping || CH0 ; 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴

One step forward. 

clack

Then, two more. 

clack, clack

From one tile to another, the teenager hopped mindlessly, not bothering to look up from their gaze on the ground. The sounds of low-heeled shoes clacking against the ground grew louder and heavier as they paid no heed to other people's strange looks. Despite all of that, they journeyed towards their destination: their school, continuing their hops of boredom without a care in the world. Underneath their breath, they hummed soft melodies, unbeknownst and unheard from those around them. 

Said melodies were abruptly interrupted by joyous laughter. The voices were recognizable, and [name] didn't have to waste any effort to seamlessly remember who they belonged to. Looking ahead, they stared at Taiju and Yuzuriha, who were standing in front of the vet with their respective.. stone birds?

How strange.. 

With a tilt of their head, they asked,"Tai-chan, Yuzu-chan.. What are you guys doing in front of the vet? Aren't.. we all gonna be late?"

The duo's head turned towards the teen, lighting up in sync as they caught sight of their friend's figure. Taiju grinned and waved enthusiastically, shouting their name as Yuzuriha turned around in order to give them a nice, warm hug. From within the girl's arms, [eye color] eyes inspected the birds closely, intrigued. "What's this..?" Petite hands grabbed one of them carefully, lifting it up to inspect it even further.

Sheepishly, Taiju laughed and replied, "We thought that this was some kind of disease and ended up trying to go to the vet, but we only realized now that it's useless, since they're probably statues!" Yuzuriha, despite her embarrassment and flushed cheeks, nodded along beside him. "That's true for me too." A small smile appeared on the shortest teen's face, amusement radiating from them in waves. "I see.. I'm not too surprised. Yuzu-chan and Tai-chan has always been wholesome this way.."  They handed the bird statue back to the male, backing away from the female's arms.

The other two laughed again as the flush in their faces worsened. "Do you want to walk with us to school today, [nickname]? Senku, Taiju and I haven't seen or hung out with you for quite a while now!" [name] nodded at this, moving to walk by Taiju, who grinned in response. "Awesome!!" He lifted his fist towards he sky, making Yuzuriha laugh, and the other teenager shake their head at his excitable nature. 

The group of three walked through the school's hallways, making chatter along the way. The conversation consisted mostly of Taiju and Yuzuriha, with [name] only speaking when a topic catches their interest. Instead, while they leave the other two to their own devices, the teen stared ahead, mind drifting off to who-knows-where. 

I wonder how Sen-chan is doing.. Should I visit?

They fiddled with their uniform slightly, humming as they had done earlier in their walk. For a split moment, they brought out their phone, switching it on in order to see the time. [name] nodded to themselves and then returned the object to their pockets, moving to separate from the two friends in front of them. Sen-chan should be there right now..

 "—e at the camphor tree later on, Yuzuriha!" 

They stopped. Tai-chan wants to meet Yuzu-chan at the camphor tree..? [eye color] eyes blinked slowly, comprehending the situation before them. Taiju's cheeks were red, but [name] doubted that it was due to embarrassment. Then, they looked to the right to where Yuzuriha is, only to find her blushing as well. Tilting their head in confusion, they wondered what was really going on between the two. 

Should I ask Sen-chan? 

The female nodded, laughing almost shyly. "O-Okay, Taiju. I'll pass by later on after I visit the club!" Taiju nodded back, grinning as he spoke about how he was going to visit Senku beforehand. The [hair color]-haired student perked up at this, tugging on the taller's uniform softly. "Can I come with you to visit Sen-chan, Tai-chan..?" His grin grew wider at this and he happily ruffled their hair affectionately, shouting an "Of course you can!" all the while. 

From beside them, Yuzuriha stared fondly, taking note of their sibling-like tendencies. It was something they, Senku and her, had gotten used to after all those years of knowing each other. Although [name] had entered their group of friends last, they've always been close to Taiju, who most definitely saw them as their little sibling. So cute, she smiled. "Then, I'll see you guys later!" Yuzuriha waved at them happily before walking towards the opposite direction, where her clubroom was at. 

This, of course, left only Taiju and [name] to walk, or in Taiju's case, to run, towards the place where Senku would most likely be at: the Science clubroom. Because of how fast Taiju runs, the shorter of the two had to put in some effort to actually catch up, which left them a tad bit breathless when they arrived at their destination. 

"Listen up, Senkuu!" Taiju spoke as he pried the doors open. The loud sound of the doors hitting the walls echoed throughout the room, heavily surprising those within, but with the exception of one person alone. 

[eye color] eyes lit up, and before the other members could even blink, the teenager was already at Senku's side, looking at whatever he was holding in his hand. They're fast! The members freaked out mentally, still not used to the existence and actions of the mystery that is [surname] [name]. Or, at the very least, that's what the people in the school called them, despite there not being a mystery at all. 

"I've decided today's the day!!" As he shouted, beads of sweat rolled down his face. [name] glanced back before bringing out a spare handkerchief, waiting patiently for their friend and big brother figure to finish his statement.

"I'm going to tell Yuzuriha about these feelings I've had inside for the last five years!" 

Oh. They blinked again, slowly comprehending as they had done prior. So that's what Tai-chan was gonna do. From beside them, Senku finally turned around to face him, faking interest. "Oh? Well, that's something I'm quite interested in, indeed." His voice was dripping with sarcasm, [name] noted, when he continued, "I'll be cheering you on so loud, my voice chords might tear, from here in the Science clubroom, that is."

Taiju, not sensing the sarcasm in his tone, cheered happily as he ran closer to his friend. "Great! Thanks a ton, Senku!!" The scientist shook his head, turning to face the [hair color]-haired teenager by his side. He gives a nod of acknowledgement, a small smile appearing on his face. [name] smiled back before sitting on a stool and bringing out their phone, leaving the other two to converse amongst themselves. 

"Shut the hell up already... As if I'd give you a millimeter of cheering, you great big oaf." 

"What?! Make up your mind!" 

"Besides, you haven't said anything for five whole years. How stupid are you? That's completely irrational." 

Looking up from their place on the table, [name] watched as Senku took a glass bottle and turned around back around. "I'll give you a method so rational and sound that'll knock you off your feet." He smirked almost menacingly, making the shortest of the trio snort under their breath. Sen-chan looks like a villain.. Then, they leaned slightly closer to his hand, managing to take a whiff of the glass bottle's contents. 

Gasoline. 

"By having you release pheromones, you'll drive your ability to stimulate her to the extreme. In other words, it's a kind of love drug. If you drink this, it'll be ten billion percent in the bag!" He continued, handing the glass bottle over.  Taiju stared down at the object in his hands for a few moments, before moving forward and dumping the whole thing onto a sink nearby. The members of the club, all shocked at such a loss of an opportunity, stared with their jaws slacked open. 

"Thank you, Senku, but I'm sorry. I don't want to depend on this kind of underhanded trick." 

At this, [name] chuckled softly as Senku's smirk widened. "Suit yourself," he shrugged nonchalantly, moving back to his space beside the [hair color]-haired teen. "Tai-chan, you should get going.. I think I can see Yuzu-chan waiting there." They spoke, taking a quick glance to one of the windows in the room. "Ah, you're right!! I'll see you guys later, I have to go. [nickname], I'm expecting you to eat lunch with us later!!" Said person shook their head in amusement and mumbled, "I won't forget, Tai-chan.. Don't worry." 

With the reassurance, he ran off fairly quickly, leaving a trail off dust behind him. Senku turned over to his other bestfriend, who was already smiling at him. "Yo, [nickname]. Finally decided to come visit, huh?" He pretended to be annoyed, but the image was broken by the growing grin on his face. "Took you long enough, shortie." [name] bowed their head apologetically as they put on the lab coat he handed over. 

"Sorry, Sen-chan.. I didn't mean to take so long. How are you doing?" 

"I'm fine. Honestly, you worry about me when you're the clumsiest one of us all. Learn to ask yourself that first." 

A small pout appeared on their face at his playful jab. "You know I try my hardest not to, Sen-chan.. How mean." In response, he snickered, shaking his head at the other's antics. "Hey Senku, that love drug you were talking about... Is that real or..?" A club member asked, making the two turn their attention towards him. With a scoff,  Senku replied, "As if something like that actually exists." 

[name] raised their hand, mumbling, "That was just regular old gasoline.." 

Senku rubbed their head aggressively. "So you did notice. Ten billion points for you, [nickname]! They're right. That was just gasoline that I refined from these plastic water bottle caps. Think about the molecular structure of polyethylene for a sec, morons. It's just hydrocarbons sliced off the gasoline. You can tell just by looking, can't you?" 

They all sweat-dropped simultaneously. No.. We can't. Not in the least. We're not like you or [surname]-san. 

"B-But wait a second, if Taiju had drank that, he would have died.." Another one remarked offhandedly. "Don't worry," [name] smiled at them. "There's no chance that he would have. That's just part of who Tai-chan really is as a person.."

Senku nodded along, saying, "Kukuku, it was a ten billion percent guaranteed that he wasn't going to. He is a straight-arrow, sincere idiot after all." For the third time, they once again shocked the other members of the club with just those words alone. 

"A-As expected of those two.." 

"Why are we still so surprised?!" 

"Honestly, why aren't they dating yet?" 

"Shh! They might hear, keep it down!" 

"I'm sure that they know about how almost half the school ships them. There's no point in hiding." 

Senku sighed. "Honestly, they just won't shut up about that huh?" Red eyes glanced to the side, where his other friend sat on a stool, dazedly inspecting the butterfly keychain on their phone. "Mhm, I guess not.." They trailed off, getting distracted by a real butterfly passing by the window. 

He couldn't deny that he was curious. Not once have they ever responded like most people would, whether it be out of embarrassment, anger, annoyance, or anything else. It was always just a smile that they gave in response, and he couldn't ever tell anything from it. It was like always having someone to keep him on his toes, to challenge him and his intellect, to make him figure out the puzzle. They were someone who's known but also unknown, standing with their own rules that he has yet to discover. 

It was absolutely exhilarating. 

Senku stood up, cracking his fingers as he did. "I'm getting an energy drink. You coming with?" [name] nodded and pocketed their phone, getting up from their seat and following. On the way, they could see commotion building up, and they both instantly knew what they were all looking at. All it took was one shared glance. 

Taiju and Yuzuriha. 

"I've got a hundred yen on him getting full-on dumped." 

"I've got five hundred yen on him getting dumped."

"A thousand yen for me." 

"I'll put ten thousand yen on him unexpectedly not getting dumped." Senku contributed as he pressed on the energy drink's button. Raising their hand, [name] also joined in with a smile. "Ten thousand yen from me too, please.." Their jaws slacked as they shouted in unison. 

"Seriously?! [surname]-san too?!" 

As the taller of the two sipped on his drink, they listened to the shouts of their friend from the outside. 

"—isten to me, Yuzuriha! For these past five years.. I've..!" 

As if he was frozen, the shouts of Taiju cut off abruptly. Senku raised an eyebrow at the sound, wondering what he was waiting for. On the other hand, [name] tilted their head in confusion, wondering the same thing. He faced the window, the sight making his eyes widen. 

"What is that light?!" 

Green.

The light was green. 

It was hypnotic and pretty, but.. it felt wrong. 

So very wrong. 

Turning back around urgently, Senku reached out to push [name] further away, his mouth opening and closing as he spoke. [name] was sure he was speaking.. but why can't they hear him?

They couldn't hear anything.

Why can't they hear anything?

All they could do was stare at Senku as it slowly but surely turned black. 

It was lonely.

That's what it was like, being stuck in this darkness of theirs. Occasionally, they'd wonder, are Tai-chan, Yuzu-chan, Sen-chan okay? Is their cat okay? 

They wonder why and how they're holding up in the first place. 

However, they supposed.. It wasn't so bad, waiting here. They're safe, and what waits for them at the very end of the line is not something, or someone, they're opposed to.

Sen-chan. 

Knowing him, Senku will not be giving up his life anytime soon. Not when he hasn't reached his goal yet. 

He is ten billion percent alive, somewhere in the darkness. 

If they could smile, they would. That catch phrase of his brings back a lot of memories, none of which are unwanted at all. 

Tai-chan is most definitely alive too. He wasn't able to confess after all. 

Yuzu-chan is a similar case. She hasn't heard him out yet, and I'm believing in her to stay there to wait for him to. 

But what about me? 

What's my drive? 

Why am I conscious? 

Is it just because I want to stay with them too? 

I probably do. 

There's nothing wrong with that, right? 

Surely, there is no harm in wanting to stay with friends. 

. 

. 

. 

. 

.

.

 .

 .

 .

. 

. 

. 

How long has it been? 

At this point, they didn't know. The amount of times they've almost lost consciousness was alarming, but they've struggled to hold on. [name] was trying their best. 

Please. I can't let go yet.. I want to see my friends. 

Let me see my friends. 

I beg of you. 

I want them to be by their side. 

I want to see Tai-chan confess. 

I want to witness Yuzu-chan's reply. 

I want to help Sen-chan reach his goal.

I don't want to leave. 

 It's lonely here.. 

I don't like it.. 

It's cold, it's dark, it's lonely.. 

I can't bare it anymore.

Let me out..

Let me out! 

crack 

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                        𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞: [𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎] [𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎]

                                 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: frogs and animals,                                   cute objects, [favorite color]                          𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: loneliness, overly cold places                              𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬: cloud gazing, archery                                                    𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 151 cm   

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[ Author’s Note ] // Hello! I’m yxmmui, the writer of Stone Skipping ^^ Originally, I’ve posted this in quotev, but since then I wanted to try out Tumblr too, so I decided to post it here as well.  For updates, I don’t necessarily have a schedule, but nonetheless, I hope you’ve had a good time reading the prologue for Stone Skipping. Thank you! 

[blushing-starker]

don't expect that line I previously mentioned because I'm chaotic and forgot about @starkerfestivals amazing omegaverse week since it goes hand in hand with finals and my brain only fit one of these events in my mental planner

Today's theme is heat/rut and it's slightly nff, has some sexual teasing but nothing too explicit. I'd rate this teen, is all I'm saying. I apologize for any writing mistakes, I'm finishing this at 11pm before collapsing in my bed.

Tagging @vaguekiwi cuz I mentioned this to her today

Needy little alpha

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Tony wakes up to a purring alpha throwing himself on top of his defenseless body with the force of a freight train driven by a drunk man on drugs. Peter's been told a thousand times before how yes, he may be as heavy as a goddamn feather, but it still aches when that super strength plops down and refuses to let the victim's lungs function adequately. But his boyfriend is a sadist who loves cuddles and making Tony suffer.

"No."

"You love my cuddles," it's true, they bring him pain and purple bruises everywhere but there's nothing quite as soothing as a content alpha kneading like a kitten at his chest, " and you know it. "

"Uh, that's false. Never said I love cuddles. I tolerate your octopus habits, there's a difference." Peter leans back with a pout and teary eyes, wobbles that God forsaken bottom lip like he always does whenever Tony denies the kid something and presents a challenge.

Nimble fingers slide up into, unfortunately, silver hair and nonononono that's unfair. He snarls, tries to infuse the air with as many displeased pheromones as possible so Peter can take a hint when nails scratch right above his nape and Tony's done. Unravels at this hobgoblin's feet and he's half way sure his soul goes out in a huff as little circles are pressed into the exact spot that causes him so much neck pain.

Peter unashamedly preens when Tony melts into their bed and starts pawing at him for more cuddles. "Say you love my cuddles and I won't leave the bed for an hour. Throw in a kiss and I'll rub your back."

He hates(loves) this kid. Hates(loves) how he sing songs as soon as the situation doesn't favour the actually responsible adult in the relationship. Hates(loves) the way Peter never misses the places that leave him sinking into fluffy pillows. Hates how, oh that's nice.

There are tiny kisses littered on a chest glowing blue, small indentations from teasing lips pressed into spread arms and cold hands.

"Ruts gotten you needy, huh, little alpha?" Not that this one was any different from all the other ruts they've shared since dating. Tony secretly adores Peter like this, extra affectionate the minute his shyness and fear of outside criticism is washed away, replaced with the need to shower his omega in love and attention. Yes, Peter has his heart 365 days of the year. Yes, he'd die for his tiny spiderling no matter what.

But this is just really nice, ok? Previous lovers were rarely alphas so this ritual of gluing their bodies together when rut came was an added benefit to being with Peter. That and the hormones he let out while happy soothed Tony to no end.

Peter nips at his finger, still a bit too early on for him to accept the nicknames. He blushes though, a pale pink highlighting a face much more lovely than the cherubs painted on the cathedrals of Rome. Jesus, he's whipped and all they've done is cuddle.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

"I love your cuddles. Cherish them. Want them every day for the rest of my life. But I love you, my needy little alpha with a fantastic," there's a pillow smashed against his face.

"If you say dick, I'm climbing down to wrestle Bucky and I won't let Karen record it for your spank bank. " Oh, that's a low blow.

He relaxes, let's Peter sink into him with a startled yelp, rolls them over, sits on the kid's lap and clamps his knees around a trim waist. Peter may be Spider-Man, but he's Tony Stark and Tony Stark doesn't lose in bed.

Well. Not unless he wants to.

"You do that and you can say hello to your toy, the one I know is stashed in your old room under the bed in a comic book box, because that'll be the only thing helping you out when the rut really hits." Will Tony suffer immensely if that happens? Yes. He's a sucker for a needy Peter being ridiculously horny and possessive. Thing is, you don't threaten a man's spank bank. No sir. Everything else is fair play. His carefully organized folders of viewing material are not to be messed with.

Peter's blush is on full blast, spreads over a long neck and absolutely delicious, no. Be strong, Tony.

"You know about the toy?" It's a squeak, normal voice rocketing upwards thanks to the position Tony's ass is in and the knowledge that his secret is out. Which wasn't even a secret to begin with anyway because Tony is in love with the only genius not smart enough to erase his browser history in the lab's computer. Which Tony uses. Routinely. Every day.

"Know about it? I've seen it. You left it out once, all used up on your bed while you were showering. You remember that, don't you? We had sex in the bathroom that day. Bruised my back and everything?"

Peter furrows his brow, works a plush lip and no, look away, Tony, look away. The kid is sin and indulgence and heaven and no.

"Oh. Oh." Whenever he thinks his boy can't go any redder, Peter busts out a new shade of pink.

"Yup. So. I'm pretty sure this is what you wanted in the first place. Maybe it wasn't your intention," he stresses when Peter's already launching up and nearly throwing him off in an attempt to reassure Tony that wasn't his purpose with the cuddles, "but you certainly wouldn't have minded this outcome. And by this outcome I mean my incredible ass on top of that fantastic dick."

Peter tries to suffocate with a pillow held over his face.

"You've got two choices, kid. You threatened the spank bank. The teasing is fine, you know I love when my pretty kitty shows his claws," a hand slaps his arm, makes him grin, " But threatening such an integral part of my mental stability? Wrong move, Queens. You aren't getting any until tonight, not even so much as a French kiss will be given. Unless you let me bite a mark on that amazing neck and don't push me away when I nuzzle you in front of the team. "

Well. Now he's definitely being thrown off of Peter's lap.

He lands on the other side of the bed with a groan, is assaulted by a whining Peter intent on receiving something to further postpone the urge for sex that's sure to hit him soon enough.

An alpha, Tony's learned, will usually be very cuddly and affectionate the first few days of a rut week. Then the possessive, protective side will slowly emerge. Nests of pillows, couch cushions, blankets and favorite pieces of clothing appear on the fourth sunrise. The next morning comes with the need for relief, for intimacy and a marathon of sex that'll leave any supersoldier exhausted by the end of it. The resulting days offer comfort, an aftercare of sorts, where the alpha and their partner show a soft affection similar to the beginning. Nests are utilized and bodies soothed. It lasts, at most, a week and the majority of the population only has to take slightly increased portions of food.

That's for people without the metabolism of four grown men.

Peter needs sex, as much as possible, so the itch for urgent intimacy doesn't result in Tony tackled to the floor of the lab in the middle of an experiment every day of the week. It's like giving him nicotine patches instead of a cigarette.

So now he's whimpering, tugging on Tony's clothes just a little too hard if the ripping sound is any indication.

"...sorry, Tony..."

"It's fine, I've got more. I'm not letting this go though. The teams' seen us fuck against a wall, their opinion and respect, your worth, didn't change. So come on. Just one little mark. One. And Bucky nuzzles Steve and Sam all the time. Hell, Pepper sometimes nuzzles me when I'm stressed out. Please, baby? "

There it was; Tony's secret weapon. Peter blushed like a virgin on a wedding night whenever he used pet names, but the genius knows his boyfriend enjoys the familiarity and subtle intimacy. Felt reassured that they were a romantic couple and not a mentor fucking his protege.

The kid nibbles at his neck, wraps gangly limbs around a body that's always been his to take comfort in. "Just one mark? And light, I mean it, Tony, light nuzzling in front of the team. For today. Then I can get what I want?"

He snorts, can't fully comprehend how the universe paired him up with someone so intent on making Tony's joints ache and creak. "Yeah, we can have sex later, Mr Charming. Subtle as brick, that Spider-Man. Let's go get you cleaned up, make sure that rut has a hard time getting my boy under the weather."

He goes to get up. He leans forward. He cannot, in fact, leave the bed.

Peter bites with a bit more pressure, drops his hips down harder and Jesus Christ, they're never seeing the light of the kitchen if his boyfriend can't wait til it's dark.

"Or..."

"I'm an old man, I need protein before you go jumping tired bones that have to spend two hours updating your suit." Ok, so maybe he's slightly bitter and annoyed at not having enough stamina (or refractory period, for that matter) to keep up with a repressed teenage superhuman. It's not his fault Pepper keeps bringing Krispy Kreme donuts to the office meetings.

It'd be rude not to eat with the others anyway.

"You don't have to do anything." Ah, it's one of those ruts.

Tony softens, smoothes a hand down a back that could hold a plank under a five story building with ease, kisses a heated cheek.

"Needy little alpha." It's his turn to whisper and nuzzle against soft skin.

"Kind, not so little omega?" Tony laughs, presses their lips together so Peter can see what's it like to taste a smile radiating with joy and love. Slowly clicks the button on the nearest nightstand; unless someone is dying , it'll just be the two of them in the room.

(There was an incident once. Groot may have been traumatized by a situation involving superstrength, webs and the Ironette costume Tony only adored when it adorned Peter's body.)

"I do so love my needy little alpha needing me, don't I?"

His boyfriend blinks, grins at Tony as if he's just hung the moon and stars for his spiderling and ok, a little sex early in the morning isn't that bad.

"You love my cuddles too."

"Shut up and kiss me, Queens. I'm not getting any-"

They don't talk about anything too important after that.

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A little sex early in the morning actually is that bad when you miss a meeting with the U.N and show up smelling like sex, infatuation and, oddly enough, strawberry.

Rocket doesn't stop teasing for months.

[threemothsinsweaters]

A list of unusual quirk ideas!

Alright, so I have been collecting unusual quirk ideas for around half a year now - maybe a few months more Now, I’m ready to share the list with the world in case anyone ever needs any inspiration for their fanfics, be it for background characters of fics or maybe used for actual ocs 

All of those ideas are free to use without any credit or anything, but I would appreciate reblogs! ^-^

(If any of them repeat or are written wrongly then I’m sorry, I will try to fix that and edit the post every time I come up with new ideas)

1.Density control

2.Liquid multiplier

3.Heat-level vision

4.Creating objects out of light

5.Radiation

6.Super hearing

7.Entering/moving through electronics

8.Cursing objects

9.Transporting through mirrors

10.Speaking any language

11.Super strength, speed and healing but lost of self-control

12.Wild magic - giving random effects

13.Being able to determine worth of any object by touching it

14.Being able to irritate and annoy someone just by existing

15.Memory manipulation

16.Giving people a disease 

17.Being immune to any sickness

18.Compass - always knows where they are

19.Silence - make someone deaf momentarily

20.Medical intuition - knows what's wrong with the person hurt immediately

21.Never leaves a trail behind, untraceable

22.Reflection - can reflect powers of others at them

23.Survival instincts

24.Changing flesh into plants

25.Perfect imitation of animal noises

26.Killer instincts 

27.Ultimate stamina - can keep going for many hours without the need to take a break

28.Entering people’s dreams

29.Best liar - all lies sound like truth and the person is immune to lie detectors and truth serums

30.Crazy but smart - can come up with a solution to any problem, but the solution is always extremely dangerous and straight-up crazy

31. Making people itchy

32.Doesn’t need oxygen/doesn’t need to breathe to survive

33.Instant artist - able to draw anything with perfect photo-like accuracy extremely fast

34.Emotionless - can turn off feeling emotions 

35.Making all weapons they use stronger

36.Selective hearing - can hear things they want to and completely tune out anything else, even if it's louder than what they want to hear

37.Use senses of animals that are near (see through their eyes, hear what they hear)

38.Turn liquids solid by touch

39.Slow motion vision

40.Voice changer - can change their voice completely

41.Producing huge amounts of energy constantly

42.Draining energy from surrounding them people

43.Improved ability to track down anyone if there’s any scent/hints to follow

44.Perfect aim

45.Hyper-aware of their surroundings

46.Able to operate any vehicle 

47.Able to use any weapon

48.Can confuse people using words

49.Insomnia - they don’t need to sleep and suffer no bad effects from it

50.Ability to feel emotions of others

51.Can see true intentions of anyone they look at

52.Learning a history of an object by touching it

53.Emotion manipulation

54.Ability to eat anything without any bad effects

55.Astral projection - ability to leave the body as a “spirit”

56.Echolocation

57.Ability to overload someone’s mind causing pain, headaches, memory loss

58.Ability to locate any thing they touched in past 24 hours

59.Temporary merging two beings together

60. Pheromone manipulation

61. Skin expansion - creating more skin

62. Bubbles - turning all liquid touched into foam

63. Double jaw like an eel

64. Becoming someone’s shadow and following them around

65. Blood can work like drugs

66. No photos - being blurry on all photographs and in people’s memories

67. Fusion - can fuse with certain objects for short amounts of time

68. Crocodile tears - ability to cry many different choosen liquids and cry whenever they want to (could work well to make people believe their story and stuff)

69. Writing just by touching the paper and thinking about what they want to be written

70. Multi-eyes - let’s the person open “eyes” on any part of their body and see through them

71. Silence - can make everyone around them unable to talk or make any sounds at all

72. Detachable limbs

73. Control of the temperature of air around them

74. Elastic bones

75. Turning into a swarm of insects

76. Ability to sound really convincing

77. Ability to create huge amounts of glitter and sparkling lights out of their hands

78. Fast learner - very fast learner, being able to do a lot of things on the first or second try

79. Ability to shrink things

80. Ability to control all of their body functions fully consciously (hunger, heart-beat, blood flow etc)

81. Ability to change someone’s eyesight/eye structure 

82. Waking up with a completely different temporary ability every time after they go to sleep

83. Control of the growing of nails 84. Control over hair fibers

85. Boiling any liquid with touch

86. Copying any handwriting 

87. Superpower making them unable to die from falling off heights

88. Undestroyable bones

89. Changing the humidity of things/air

90. Skin has the properties of a nettle

91. Ability to lay eggs

92. Ability to make things expire instantly

93. Extended lungs

94. Changing the taste of things  

95. Changing the smell of things

96. Changing colors of things

97. Hibernation - the ability to sleep for really long amounts of time without the need to eat, drink, go to the bathroom or anything in between. 

98. Ability to know people’s worst fears/phobias

99. Ability to copy objects and multiply them

100. Spine extension - having more discs in the spine so the spine is more flexible

101. Ability to know when someone is thinking about them

102. Ability to know if a living being or a human is near them at the moment

103. Ability to know someone’s age instantly 

104. Ability to swap the probability of things happening if the probability is higher than 1% (if something has the 20% chance of happening, swapping it would make 80% - if something has 0.1% of happening the power cannot be used on it. The power, however, does not let the person using it know what the probability of certain things is

105. Ability to make your parents proud

106. Ability to make people sing instead of talking

107. Knowing the phone number of literally everyone they want

108. Real life filters - ability to make things look much nicer than they actually are

109. Ability to predict the exact probability of something happening

110. Immortal soul but mortal body - soul can enter the body even if it’s not actually functioning anymore, body can be “repaired” so it doesn’t fully fall apart

111. Ability to make images/holograms out of smoke (controlling its shape and turning it into images)

112. Ability to make people misspell words and stutter uncontrollably

113. Ability to make all insects around them drop dead instantly

114. Ability to change the direction in which things are moving

115. Eliminating or absorbing light

116.Turning off body functions without actually dying (or at least permanently - mind also still works)

117. Hearing every word someone said in past 24 hours

118. Shift person’s attention at will

119. Activate/deactivate adrenaline at will

120. Blur person’s logical thinking, making them less reasonable

121. Infinite patience

122. Loosen the tension in the air

123. Ability to bite through everything

124. Friction control 

125. Evolution mutation - body changes to adapt to certain situations

126. Ability to generate darkness/make shadows even if there’s strong light

127. Ability to make people see the mistakes they made

128. Ability to change into objects

129. Ability to create spiders that crawl out of the mouth of the person with the power

130. Ability to find the weak points of things

131. Extremely good sense of balance

132. Extra fast reading

133. Ability to make anything they touch glow

134. Becoming indestructible for a few minutes after receiving a fatal injury which could kill them

135. Ability to temporarily turn animals into monsters

136. Ability to sing any song no matter the language nor the difficulty as long as they heard it at least once

137. Fungus - 5 finger contact makes area around the hand grow with many different kinds of fungus, mostly mold but over extended contact bigger mushrooms grow as well

138. Marble statue - ability to turn into a statue without the need to eat/drink/sleep for long amounts of time, but the body structure is pretty weak

139. Ability to make someone allergic to certain things for short amount of time

140. Ability to make things poisonous with touch

141. Everything is cake - ability to make things they touch cake

142. Sharp air - ability to turn air into invisible knives that dissolve the moment they let go of them

143. Cockroach - ability to turn smaller by compressing the mass and turning it into strength, making the user indestructible while in small form

144. Ability to make people trip

145. Ability to make their hands have magnetic effect 

146. Ability to make things spin (even air or water)

147. Ability to know what material something is made out of

148. Ability to make most surfaces reflective

149. Ability to make things half-transparent 

150. Ability to stick things together

151. Ability to make things grow fur

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no.18 1988 ♥️♥️♥️

Thank you so much for asking, anon! I had a lot of fun writing this!!

#18. smile kisses, two dorky grins pressing together  / read on ao3

*

Before the door slams closed behind him, Patrick is already wrestling with his coat. “I had an epiphany,” he yells to Jonny’s empty foyer, tugging on his left sleeve and toeing off his shoes simultaneously—stumbling—catching himself against the wall. Almost succeeding in spraining both a wrist and an ankle. “Did you hear me?” he yells again, grateful Jonny didn’t witness that.

“The key is for emergencies only.”

“I said,” Patrick follows the voice to the kitchen, “I had an epiphany.”

Jonny is standing shirtless by the fridge, head tipped back, throat muscles working as they pump down gulp after gulp of water. Some of the liquid drips disgustingly across Jonny’s chin and down his gross sweaty chest.

“Were you working out?” Patrick asks, somehow in equal measure surprised and not. “It’s 10 pm, you monster.”

“And?”

Patrick hops on the island, socked feet dangling in the air, and makes grabby hands for a beer.

“That’s not for sitting,” Jonny complains like clockwork but he sticks his head in the fridge and bends to grab a can, thus subjecting Patrick to the frankly unholy sight of his perspiration-soaked shorts clinging to his frankly unholy glutes.

“Let’s go back to my epiphany,” Patrick says.

“Okay.” Jonny chucks the beer at him, then leans back against the closed fridge, thick forearms crossed over his perfect, suckable nipples.

“Come on, asshole. Ask me.”

“Did learning your first multi-syllabic word hurt your brain very much?”

“First of all, fuck you,” Patrick says, flicking the side of the can a couple of times before cracking it open at arm's length so the overflow spills onto Jonny’s floor. “Asshole has two syllables.”

“Fuck you,” Jonny says because he can’t abide being wrong nor mess that isn’t expressly of his own creation.

Patrick takes a swig and flaunts his dimples. “That’s my epiphany exactly.”

“What?”

“I was on a date and--”

“Yeah,” Jonny pushes off the fridge. “I know that,” he says in his bitchiest monotone, stepping right into the pool of spilled beer as he muscles Patrick’s knees apart with his hips. He puts his scorching hot hands on top of Patrick’s thighs. Up close, his body radiates heat in unrelenting waves and nasty wafts of sweat that make Patrick’s dick, the fucking weirdo, perk up in red-hot interest.

Patrick flexes his fingers around the cool damp metal of the can. “You reek, by the way.”

He catches a flash of a smug smile before Jonny’s face dips out of his field of vision and Jonny’s nose digs into the crook of his neck.

“You smell good.” Jonny takes a nice deep breath and Patrick’s skin pebbles.

“I was on a date.”

An overdramatic groan makes Patrick shiver, head to toe. Jonny thumps his forehead against Patrick’s shoulder and just—slumps. What a fucking baby.

“She was hot,” Patrick starts, “and--”

“I don’t wanna know about your date.”

“No—shit. N-no, you d—ah. You do,” he stutters. This conversation would flow so much easier if Jonny weren’t mouthing wetly at the side of Patrick’s neck while dripping his mind-drugging sex pheromones all over Patrick’s favorite shirt. Mastering speech is damn hard when half of your brainpower is busy wrestling the horny into submission. No scooting closer to Jonny to rub your hard-on against his firm slick stomach. That’s a bad idea. Bad!

“You want to know,” Patrick croaks. He squirms around to dislodge Jonny’s mouth and receives a stinging bite for his effort. “Listen,” Patrick fists a hand in the damp hair at Jonny’s nape and pulls. Once it’s clear Jonny, stubborn fucking bastard, isn’t going to yield, Patrick crosses his ankles to trap him in the space between his legs before stamping the cold beer can right into his abs.

Jonny jolts back with an embarrassingly chirpable shriek and glares.

“She was hot and like, great tits,” Patrick goes on as nothing happened, “but you never know with chicks, yeah?”

Jonny glares harder.

“Right.” Patrick drains the whole beer then sets the can aside. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. Swallows up a burp because, even though Jonny would totally deserve to be slapped right in the scowl with a cloud of Patrick’s stinky fermented breath, nobody ever belches in romance novels. “What I’m saying is, like. Are they gonna put out? I kept thinking about you. You always put out. Easiest laid ever.”

“Fuck you,” Jonny grumbles, but his hands are feeling up Patrick’s thighs—squeezing, stroking, squeezing harder.

“Yeah,” Patrick circles his fingers around Jonny’s strong wrists. He can feel Jonny’s heart hammering steadily against his pads. “You’re always up for it. It’s a positive. It made me think.”

“And now you have a headache. Is that the emergency? No aspirin at your place?”

Patrick rolls his eyes and wraps his legs tighter around Jonny, pulls him closer, closer, closer. He slides his hands to Jonny’s waist. “I’m trying to--” a frustrated gargle noise escapes his throat. He wishes there was more alcohol in his system. “I’m serious. I want someone to touch my dick and like. You can do that. You’re good at it. Like, I mean. Almost half decent.”

“Yeah, I’m easy. We’ve established that.”

“I mean I want you to be the only one that touches me—my dick,” Patrick hurriedly corrects, feeling like the earth cracked open and Satan themself spurted from the blazing depths of hell just to drag their blistering tongue all across the entire length of Patrick’svery flammable human body.“Besides myself obviously. I’m still going to jack off.” He’s fairly certain his face is on fire. “And maybe it could go, like. Both ways.”

Jonny blinks, processing. Big doe eyes somehow at once dumb and piercing. “You wanna be the only one that touches my dick?”

“It makes sense,” Patrick nods, feeling a little sick.

“I’m just trying to—“ Jonny frowns—then, suddenly, his mouth twitches at the corners. He clamps it tight. “Shit,” he says as he loses the battle to keep a neutral expression to a smize of such twinkling glory, Patrick’s tempted to proclaim him Canada’s next top model then and there. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”

“No. I mean. I don’t know.” Patrick bites his bottom lip then runs his tongue over the sting, tasting the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he’s making Tyra proud too. “If you want to, I guess.”

“It’d be convenient.”

Patrick slides his fingers past the elastic of Jonny’s shorts and yanks their bodies flush via two full handfuls of the most glorious ass in the NHL. Patrick’s dick twitches hallelujah.“That’s what I’ve been saying.”

“Wow,” Jonny’s voice drops to a killer rumble as he cups Patrick’s face. His right thumb rests just at the corner of Patrick’s mouth. Patrick thinks about licking it—and does. Just a quick teasing dart of the tongue. Jonny’s eyes go black and hot. “Looks and brains. I’m impressed.”

Their faces inch closer. “Are you calling me hot?”

“No,” Jonny lies badly, nudging his nose against the side of Patrick’s own. Patrick beams so big he feels the stretch in his lips, like he’s giving happiness’ huge monster cock the blowjob of a lifetime or something.“You think I’m hot.”

“Stop smiling, I’m trying to kiss you,” Jonny squishes Patrick’s cheeks between his giant palms in an effort to downscale Patrick’s face-splitting grin to a kissable size.

“You stop smiling.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Shut up,” Patrick says right against Jonny’s mouth. “You love me.”

“Yes.”

Patrick’s stomach does a backflip. Jonny is probably already sex-dazed, babbling nonsense. “Yes?” Patrick asks, aiming for teasing but landing on pathetic. A fucking lovesick fool, all needy and shit.

“Yes,” Jonny says. He sounds lucid enough. Patrick’s stomach backflips again. “Yeah. Pat, Peeks, baby—yes.” Jonny drops little pecks on his lips, his jaw, his chin—his lips again. For each one he keeps whispering yes and baby and Patrick’s name and—

“Fuck,” Patrick breathes. Jonny uses the word like a door, pushing his tongue into Patrick’s eager, welcoming mouth. The feeling aches and swells swells swells in Patrick’s chest. After a moment, he pulls back. He needs to tell Jonny, wants him to know—“You’re annoying too. Like, the most annoying.”

“The most?”

Patrick licks the scar on Jonny’s bottom lip and hums.

“So rude,” Jonny scolds. “Fuck you.”

“Could be arranged for sure.”