#GR Omega

[beloveds-embrace]

(Poly 141 x emotional support omega reader)

The mission was grueling, and you hated it.

Every passing hour in the frozen wasteland tested your patience and resilience- tested everyone’s. You kept up without complaint, truly, the biting cold barely registering against your naturally warmer body though trecking through blowing snow simply sucked.

The same couldn’t be said for the others, however.

Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were alphas through and through, instincts geared toward endurance and strength- like a solid mountain. But even they couldn’t ignore the toll the icy environment was taking. They shivered beneath layers of gear, their movements noticeably stiff and sluggish, exhaustion etched into their expressions. Still, they soldiered on without a word of complaint.

You’d offered to help before- several times, in fact. Because you know, it’s literally your job- but every time, they waved you off, their responses varying from polite to outright dismissive.

“Captain,” you tried again during a brief break, your breath puffing in the frigid air. Your mouth pursed like a wound stitched close, brows furrowing. “Let me help. I don’t feel the cold like you do. I could- ”

“No,” Price interrupted firmly, eyes narrowing at you. Moments like these reminded you that they’d been against you joining their team- saw you as an intrusion upon their pack. You’d worked hard to show them otherwise, but- “We’ve got it handled. Just focus on keeping up.”

“But I-”

“You don’t need to play nursemaid, love,” Soap chimed in, though his tone lacked its usual warmth. “We’re fine. Promise.”

You bit your tongue, swallowing down a retort. Their pride was getting in the way, as usual, and you didn’t want to push too hard lest you ruined the delicate standing you had with them. But it was hard not to feel frustrated when you could see how much they were struggling.

When the storm rolled in, things took a turn for the worse. The biting wind turned into an unrelenting blizzard, forcing the team to take shelter in a decrepit cabin barely standing against the elements. The walls creaked ominously, snow seeped through the cracks whenever the wind blew too harsh, and the air inside was almost as cold as it was outside.

Horrible, horrendous mission.

You sat in your corner, arms wrapped around your knees, watching as the four alphas slowly huddled together for warmth. Their breaths came in shallow puffs of condensation, bodies tense.

You couldn’t stand it. Truly.

“Captain,” you said softly, breaking the silence once more. “Let me help. You’re freezing. I can- ”

“I said no, Corporal.” Price snapped, low but cutting. His tone made you flinch, but you still held your ground.

“You’re going to make yourselves sick,” you insisted anyways, your own voice trembling more from frustration than the cold. “I’m an Omega. I run hotter than you. It just makes sense- ”

“Enough,” Ghost interrupted, tone as frosty as the weather. “We don’t need you to play hero. Focus on yourself.”

“But- ”

“We’re fine,” Gaz said through chattering teeth, though his body was visibly trembling. “Just leave it, alright?”

The sharpness in their voices stung, and this time, you hesitated. It wasn’t like they were wrong- you were the outsider here, brought onto the team as an emotional support specialist, not a core member of their tightly-knit unit. No matter how competent you were, they always seemed to keep you at arm’s length.

Still, it hurt to watch them suffer when you could help. When you wanted to help.

Hours dragged by. The storm howled outside and kept delaying Nikolai from picking you up, the cabin offering little in the way of real protection. The Alphas were trying to conserve energy, huddled together but clearly not doing well. Their shivers had become more pronounced, their movements lethargic, and you could hear the subtle wheeze in Soap’s breathing as he tried to curl deeper into himself.

Finally, you really couldn’t take it anymore. You stood and crossed the room toward them, gritting your teeth. “I don’t care what you say. You need help, and I’m not going to stand by. Let me do my job-“

“For fuck’s sake, sit down!” Price’s voice lashed out, sharper than you’d ever heard it. His glare was ice cold, and it froze you in your tracks. “We don’t need you, Corporal. Stop asking.”

The words hit like a slap, and you staggered back a step. Your chest tightened, your breath hitching as you retreated to your corner.

If they wanted to be stubborn, fine. If they wanted to freeze so bad, then so be it.

It wasn’t until hours later, when the storm showed no sign of letting up, that something shifted. You had dozed off in your corner, curled into yourself for more warmth, when you were startled awake by the sound of someone moving towards you.

Price loomed above you, his expression grim but resigned. He looked exhausted, the frost clinging to his beard making him seem older.

“We need you, ‘mega.” He said quietly, the words heavy; a reluctant admission clawing its way out of necessity.

“What?” you blinked, sitting up. You had drifted off ever so slightly, but now you were fully awake.

“We can’t…we can’t keep this up,” Gaz huffed from where he slumped against the wall, standing up with a sigh. “You’re right.”

Soap, right beside him, gave you a weak, sheepish smile. “Should’ve listened earlier, huh? We’re bloody idiots.”

Ghost didn’t say anything, not like you expected much in the first place, but the way he avoided your gaze spoke volumes.

Without a word, you stood and crossed the room to them. Soap reached for you first, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close with a relieved sigh. The others followed, each pressing in until you were surrounded by their trembling bodies.

The warmth you offered was instantaneous, your heat chasing away the chill and calming all frayed nerves- scent blanketing them warmer and deeper than the snow itself.

“You’re all so stubborn.” You muttered, your voice soft and scolding.

“Stubborn idiots,” Price agreed, laced with regret. His head rested lightly on your shoulder, burrowing himself close. “We were wrong. Thank you.”

As the minutes ticked by, the alphas slowly fell into a calmer rhythm, their breathing evening out as your warmth continued seeping into their chilled bodies. They leaned heavily into you, their weight a comforting, grounding presence, but your heart felt… heavy despite the closeness.

This was the closest they’d ever let you be.

Your fingers rested lightly against Soap’s back, hesitant to move too much in case you broke the spell. His breathing had steadied, his earlier wheeze gone. Gaz’s head pressed against your shoulder, his warmth a subtle reassurance, while Ghost remained silent behind you, his steady presence both comforting and overwhelming. Price, ever the leader, curled protectively around the group, breaths slow and measured against your temple.

You should’ve been happy, content even, to finally have this moment. But all you could feel was an ache deep in your chest.

This wasn’t permanent.

They needed you now, but it wasn’t a real shift. They’d go back to holding you at arm’s length once the mission was over, retreating into their tight circle while you hovered on the outside desperate for any crumbs. This warmth, this closeness- this was all temporary. A necessity born of the freezing cold and nothing more.

You swallowed against the lump in your throat, closing your eyes to keep your emotions in check. You weren’t upset at them- not really. You understood; it wasn’t their fault they didn’t see you as part of their pack. But it hurt all the same, knowing that this fleeting moment would likely be one of the very few times you’d be allowed into their space.

It stung because you were a social person, and always knew it, and it’s why you’d even taken up this job. You craved connection, touch, and camaraderie. You wanted to laugh with them, to feel their trust without having to fight tooth and nail for scraps of it. Yet here you were, soaking in their warmth like it was the only drink of water in a desert, knowing it would be taken away soon enough.

The worst part was how natural it felt. How right it was to have them curled around you, their bodies seeking out your wamrth, their presence anchoring you as much as you did them. You didn’t want it to end, but you knew it would.

In the meantime, the alphas were beginning to stir, their exhaustion fading as you worked through the last of the cold.

Soap nuzzled closer, his cheek pressed against your collarbone, breathing in your scent seeping through your thick clothes. “Bloody hell, lass,” he murmured, low and drowsy. “How’re you this warm? Feels like heaven.”

Gaz made a soft, content noise from your side, his head still tucked against your shoulder. “Better than any bloody blanket I’ve ever had.” He muttered.

Ghost didn’t speak, but you felt the way his grip on you tightened subtly, his forehead pressing against the back of your head. Price shifted slightly, his hand resting lightly on your arm as he exhaled slowly, the tension finally leaving his frame.

“Should’ve listened sooner,” Price admitted after a long silence. “Would’ve saved us all a lot of trouble.”

You didn’t respond, unsure of what to say. They were only just now realizing how good it felt to have you close, while you were acutely aware that this was temporary- a privilege born of desperation, not true acceptance.

None of them said it out loud, but the thought crossed all their minds: why had they kept you at arm’s length for so long?

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[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

Series Masterlist Masterlist

I'm a visual person and like to have pictures to help visualize. So this is the back of the GR Pack mansion :)

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of abuse, fear, mentions of bodily fluids, language?, mentions of possible death, mild aggression, anger....

WC: 2876

Chapter 2

“Do you smell that?” a young man asked.

“Smell what, Seungmin? Stop getting distracted. You have five more burpees.” 

“Changbin, I’m serious.”

Changbin sniffed the air. “Is that…blood?”

“I think so...” Seungmin said, following the smell.

They walked for a couple minutes, following their senses until they came across a body - your body.

“Over here.” Seungmin called behind him as he rushed over and knelt down. 

“Oh my god. What happened to her?” Changbin asked, taking in the sight of your battered and bruised body. 

“We should call Felix. I’m afraid to move her.” Seungmin suggested.

“We need Doc Quinn… I don’t know if Felix could handle this.” Changbin said as he attempted to carefully lift an arm.

You didn’t move or make a sound at his touch.

“Is she…alive?” Changbin asked.

Seungmin gave him a nervous look before reaching two fingers towards your neck. He pressed against your pulse point and waited a few seconds.

“There’s a heartbeat. And she’s breathing.” Seungmin said with a smile.

“Well that’s a relief.” Changbin let out the breath he had been holding. “We need to get her to the house. Chan can tell us what to do.”

They carefully rolled you onto your back before Changbin lifted you into his arms. He froze, looking down at you as he caught a faint whiff of your scent.

“What? What’s wrong?” Seungmin asked.

“She’s, uh…” Changbin cleared his throat. “She’s an omega.”

Seungmin’s eyes grew wide as he looked at your face. He caught the faint scent too and exchanged glances with Changbin. They definitely needed to bring you to Chan. Chan was their alpha - Alpha to the Greenridge Pack.

The Greenridge Pack was one of the few packs neighboring the Nyko pack. And thanks to a longstanding agreement between the two, the Greenridge pack was safe from being overthrown by Nyko. 

The boys jogged home, hurrying to get you to the house to be examined. Seungmin had sent a text to the pack doctor that they had an emergency. She replied that she was on her way. He sent another one to Felix too but no response.

Changbin brought you in through the basement doors, leading you into the med room off to the side. Seungmin rushed upstairs to get Felix and Chan to come downstairs.

“Felix. I was texting you. Come here.” Seungmin said breathlessly.

“My bad. I’ve been gaming. Just let me finish this round. I’m about to top my high score.” Felix said.

“No now. It’s an emergency. Get to the med room.” Seungmin said, leaving Felix’s room and heading down to Chan’s office.

“Chan, you should come to the med room. We found a girl near the border. She’s in bad shape. I called Doc Quinn but you should come see.”

Chan got up quickly, ready to follow Seungmin downstairs.

“You should know…” Seungmin whispered to him, stopping him before they exited the room. “She’s an omega.”

Chan stared at him with wide eyes before rushing down to the basement. Felix was there already, looking you over and taking your vitals.

“I don’t even know where to start. We need Doc Quinn.” Felix said, shaking his head at your condition.

“I already contacted her. She’s on her way.” Seungmin informed.

Chan came over to you slowly as Felix twisted your arm to get a closer look. He noticed something and grabbed a pair of tweezers. He began removing it, causing you to groan. He successfully pulled it out of your skin and dropped it into his palm. He hissed, shaking his hand and dropping it on the floor.

“Silver. Seems like someone shot her with silver pellets.” Felix spoke, looking wide-eyed at Chan.

Chan’s jaw clenched, looking over your condition. There were several spots littering your body…enough to kill you.

“We need to remove them all.” Changbin said, stepping forward.

“No one touches her.” Chan growls, causing everyone to tense. “We wait for Doctor Quinn.”

“Chan, at least let me start taking the pellets out.” Felix quietly pleaded.

Chan just nodded to him.

Felix moved to your arm to remove the next pellet. He managed to carefully remove five before Doctor Quinn finally arrived.

“My…who do we have here?” She asked, taking in the girl on the table.

“We found her unconscious.” Chan stated. “Seems she was hunted with silver bullets.”

“Weird. There’s no hunters around here.” Doctor Quinn furrowed her brows. She listened to your breathing and heart as Felix removed another pellet.

“How many pellets have you removed?” she asked.

“Only seven. There’s still so many left.” Felix looked pitifully at your body.

“Her heart rate is low. Her breathing also doesn’t sound right.” Doctor Quinn informed the room.

She moved to flash light in your eyes and check your pupillary response. After one eye, you groaned, growing conscious. Everyone in the room tensed as you opened your eyes. You didn’t recognize the room and it was bright. You winced, moving to sit up.

“Careful. We still-.” Quinn began to say.

The sound of her voice startled you. You then noticed her and four others in the room. Panic set in, making you jump from the bed. Your legs gave out beneath you, making you fall to the cold tiled floor. Quinn tried to approach you but you growled, crawling back in fear of the strangers.

“It’s okay. We don’t want to hurt you.” she spoke warmly.

You kept your head low, avoiding looking at either of them. Your whole body shook and you weren’t sure if it was because it was cold or if you were that scared. Your forehead was also sweating and your skin felt clammy. Even your stomach churned and before you knew it, you threw up. It wasn’t much but you definitely didn’t feel right. 

“Is that…?” one of the boys began to ask.

“Oh dear. That’s not good.” Quinn said, trying to approach again.

You flinched, growling as you looked away and attempted to kick her in defense. It was a lame attempt but you barely had the strength. You decided on trying to crawl away from them.

“We won’t hurt you. We just wanna help.” Felix tried to say.

You didn’t listen, the pounding of your heart clouded your ears as you looked for a way out. Unfortunately, they were blocking the only exit.

Chan moved closer, emitting calming pheromones in efforts to relax you. It made the boys feel a bit better, but did nothing to calm you even though you could smell it. The boys could tell it wasn’t working and looked at Chan with worried expressions. Chan moved closer and you growled once more. You realized what a grave mistake you just made as you caught a whiff of his scent - he was the alpha.

“Chan… careful.” Felix cautioned.

Chan? No…. Please don’t let this be Alpha Chan. You thought.

You had heard his name a few times and none of it was good. You moved away from him but he was quick to approach you. You kicked frantically, but he grabbed one of your legs as you tried to crawl away. You let out a yelp but didn’t dare to look at his face as you tried to fight him off.

After lots of squirming, he had you pinned down on your stomach. Squirming and whining, you felt tears on your cheeks. There was a pinch in your arm before you felt yourself slipping into the darkness once more. You tried to fight the sleep trying to overtake you, but it was no use.

“Well she didn’t go down easy…” Seungmin noted.

Chan glared at him. “Go get the mop and clean this up.”

Seungmin’s shoulders dropped as he left reluctantly.

Changbin and Chan lifted her back onto the hospital bed in the center of the room. Doctor Quinn looked at the few pellets Felix pulled out of her.

“Did you touch these at all with your hands?” Quinn asked quickly.

“No…they’re silver. I was careful” Felix said, coming back around to grab the tweezers he was using.

“Not all of them.” Quinn picked up a blue one and studied it. “I think these have cobalt.”

The guys’ heads snapped towards her.

“That’s why she’s vomiting blood. We need to get all these pellets removed as soon as possible. We don’t know how much cobalt is in her system right now. We don’t have a lot of time.” Quinn told them, moving over to the medicine cabinet and pulling out a vile. She measured out some of the medicine and injected it into your IV felix set up.

Felix began removing the pellets with the help of Doctor Quinn. It took about thirty minutes, but they managed to remove them all. Chan had paced the room as they did so. There wasn’t much Changbin could do now, so Chan said he should go rest. He figured he would try since it was so late, but he found himself worrying over you.

Seungmin had come back and cleaned up the vomit before heading upstairs himself to shower and sleep as well. He knew there wasn’t much he could do to help right now either, so he opted for staying out of the way.

“Four cobalt pellets. I’m not sure how much was in them but my guess is a low dose. We took out a total of forty silver pellets on top of those.” Quinn informed Chan. “Whoever did this wanted her to suffer as they killed her.”

Chan shook his head, fists balled in anger at his sides and jaw clenched. He wanted to rip off the head of whoever did this to her.

“I’ll keep you updated, Alpha. Try to go get some rest.” Quinn spoke, resting a hand on Chan’s shoulder as she saw his anger building.

Chan looked once more at you before reluctantly leaving the room in a huff. Quinn listened again to your heart and breathing.

“Who would do something like this?” Felix mumbled.

“Someone evil. I fear that because there’s no hunters around here, someone of our kind did this.” Quinn pursed her lips. “Help me get her into the bath. I wanna clean her up.”

“Yeah, sure.” Felix shook his head as he looked at you. He grazed your cheek with his fingertips ever so softly.

They moved you to the bath and Quinn bathed you. Felix gave you your privacy and went to change the bedding on the hospital bed. He found a blanket somewhere and put that on there too before slipping some pajamas to Quinn to dress you in.

Quinn bathed you, gingerly wiping your wounds. She even drained the dirty water and filled it up once more before continuing. She took care in washing your hair, conditioning it too. After finishing your bath, she detangle and styled your hair into two french braids. Then she dried you off, inspecting your skin and injuries as she dressed you. Felix helped bring you back into the room and they put you to bed, covering you with a blanket and placing the IV back into your arm.

Again, Quinn checked your vitals, content with the results this time.

“Medicine’s working already.” Felix said with a smile.

“Yes. I’m going to update Chan before heading home. She’s sedated for now, but should wake in a few hours. Give her some food when she does. I’ll come back tomorrow to check on her again. Maybe then she won’t be so hostile.” Quinn smiled at Felix before heading upstairs.

“I was just heading back down.” Chan said, running into Quinn in the living room.

“I just wanted to update you before I leave.” Quinn ushered him outside to talk.

On the front porch, out of ear shot from the others who were possibly awake, Quinn updated him on your status.

“I’m guessing you already know she’s an Omega.” Quinn began.

“The scent was faint but I made it out.” Chan nodded.

“Well based on her condition, my guess is that she’s been severely abused. She’s malnourished, and I don’t think the dirt and injuries on her were just from being outside tonight. Looking at her skin, she had old and new bruises. There’s scratches and scars as well. That poor girl has been through Hell.” Quinn shook her head. “I don’t know who did this… but it's a miracle she got out. It’s not going to be easy to gain her trust, but I believe you can.”

“I hope so…I can feel the bond already I think…well I know…she’s my soulmate.” Chan spoke in a low voice.

“I figured…based on the way you eyed her the whole time we tended to her.” Quinn chuckled, nudging him with her elbow.

Chan smiled, ears turning red.

“If that’s the case, then she’s meant to be here. So be patient with her. In the meantime, we need to get her fed. I gave her an IV drip since she was so dehydrated. And the sedative should wear off in a few hours. So when she wakes, try to get her to eat. And have her take it easy, okay? She’s still healing. Don’t let her get too stressed out.”

“I will take care of her and make sure everyone will be on their best behavior.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow to check in.” 

They both stood, Quinn walking to her car. She opened the door, but stopped.

“Chan… you should know…” Quinn gave him a sympathetic look.

“What?”

“She’s been marked. Whoever it was, clearly isn’t her mate but did it anyway.”

Chan was seething to say the least. He was so furious he couldn’t see straight. He closed his eyes as he clenched his jaw. First they abuse her, then they mark her? Taking deep breaths he tried to center himself.

“Chan…she’s yours. When the time is right, you can fix this.” 

“You and I both know it’s a risk.”

“But not impossible.” Quinn raised her eyebrows before getting in her car and heading home.

Chan made his way back into the house. He wanted to see you. And now he would be able to truly see and smell you since Quinn cleaned you up. Felix was sitting on the couch, eating a sandwich, when he came in.

“Oh Chan…. Wait till you see her. She’s so pretty.” Felix beamed. “Like the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. She takes my breath away.”

Chan smiled at Felix but headed downstairs without a word. Felix was quick to follow, eager to see his reaction. Chan walked into the med room quietly and it felt like the air had been sucked from the room. Felix was right. You were gorgeous. A girl straight out of a fairy tale, you have the beauty of a princess. Your smooth skin, soft braided hair, and gentle features made him want to drop to his knees and sing praises to the heavens.

He made his way over to you, feeling the pull of his soulmate. He took his fingers and lightly stroked your cheek and down your arm. You were frail and in desperate need of a meal. But despite all the bruising and scars, he found you absolutely stunning. And your smell…it was like home. The salty air of the ocean, and the sweet smell of strawberries filled his nose.

Chan looked across your body to Felix and noticed the way he looked at you. He was staring at you in awe as well.

“She’s your soulmate….isn’t she?” Chan asked.

Felix looked up at him confused before nodding. “I- I can feel it.”

“She’s mine too.” Chan smiled sheepishly.

“We are… both her soulmates?”

“Seems like it.” Chan shrugged, holding your hand. “You should get some rest.”

“I’m not tired.”

“Neither am I. But you did amazing work today helping Doc Quinn. And tomorrow is going to be hectic with everyone. She’s going to need lots of patience from us. For her to learn to trust us after what she’s been through is going to be tough.”

“Yeah….” Felix conceded. “I’ll rest…but only if you rest too.”

“Fine. We will both rest. The sun will be up in a couple hours.” Chan gave you one last look over before heading upstairs. 

Felix headed upstairs and took a quick shower. Then he remembered that someone should be down there in case you wake up. So he put his pjs on and grabbed a pillow and blanket, heading down to sleep on the couch in the basement living area. 

The living area was just outside the med room. The other side of it had a bar, and then behind the bar was a full bedroom and bath, a room with gym equipment, and a storage room.

Upstairs, everybody has their own room. Chan wanted to make sure if they ever got an omega in their pack, they would have their own space too so there’s an extra bedroom. And if a friend needed a place to stay too? Well they could use the basement bedroom.

It didn’t take long for everyone in the house to finally be sleeping. The rest of the pack would be in for quite a surprise in the morning, but for now, they slept peacefully.

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The Way We Fit

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Terzo checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time. It had been fifteen minutes since Omega had last responded, and Terzo was getting a little antsy. He had been torturing Omega all day, sending him texts and photos that were at first just suggestive, but eventually became explicit as his excitement grew.

Omega's replies were shy, at first, but slowly got bolder, trying to match Terzo's energy. He was considering sending Omega an even racier photo in the hopes of speeding his arrival along, when he finally heard a key in the door to his chambers. Terzo’s expression twisted into a devilish grin. Today had been a long day; he had been waiting very patiently for Omega to come home. He was in the mood, and he knew just the ghoul for the job.

Terzo arranged himself just so on the bed, leaning back on his elbows with his legs bent at the knee in front of him. He was wearing nothing but sheer black thigh-high stockings and a pair of black lace panties, which he was already straining against. By the time Omega walked into the bedroom, wild eyes widening even further upon seeing Terzo laid out so pretty for him, Terzo felt like his body was on fire. He was itching to be touched.

Terzo didn’t know what had come over him today, but since they woke up that morning, he had felt an insatiable NEED gnawing at him, threatening to eat him alive.

He had wanted to try and satisfy his need that morning, but they had been up all night fooling around the previous night; by the time they finally woke up, Omega had to leave for his ministry obligations, leaving Terzo all alone in his chambers on his day off. He had wanted to drag Omega back to bed, to beg him to stay, but he knew Omega would've done it, for him, and gotten in trouble. He had spent the whole day unable to think about anything other than Omega, and so, feverishly, he decided to make it both of their problem. If he couldn’t have his ghoul now, he would make sure that Omega would be prepared for him later.

Evidently his plan had worked, if the visible bulge in Omega’s pants was to be believed; Terzo’s grin widened.

“Terzo…” Omega croaked out, towering over him, a hand twitching at his side.

“You’re finally home, my darling,” Terzo purred sweetly. He spread his legs, beckoning Omega forward with a curl of his finger. “Come here, big boy.”

Omega practically ripped his mask off in his haste, letting it fall to the floor. Terzo’s heart skipped a beat at the expression on his face, all hunger and yet still full of such tenderness. Sweat had already begun to bead on his brow. His jaw was tense, and his eyes were scanning up and down Terzo’s body, drinking him in.

He approached Terzo slowly, almost reverent as he crouched down on the bed by Terzo’s feet. He moved to kiss Terzo’s calve before looking up at him, eyes questioning. Terzo’s smile softened as he nodded, reaching down to ruffle Omega's soft white hair affectionately.

Omega took one leg in his large hand, stroking up the back of it. He kissed his way from ankle to inner thigh, repeating the process with the other leg. His breath was hot and heavy on Terzo's skin, and Terzo began to squirm loosely in Omega's hold as lips and tongue tickled closer to where he wanted them. By the time Omega's mouth finally pressed a lingering kiss to his bulge, Terzo had begun to sweat as well, electricity coursing through his veins. Terzo grabbed Omega gently under the chin, tilting his face up to make eye contact.

“I want you inside me tonight, amore,” Terzo breathed, wanting to cut right to the chase and make his intentions known. Omega blinked, eyes growing impossibly wider.

“Are you sure, mia luce?” Omega stammered, his grey skin flushing darker. Omega shifted his weight on the bed, rubbing his legs together subtly. It was true that it wasn't their most common bedroom activity; due to their size difference, it was quite taxing on Terzo to have full penetrative sex with Omega. Tonight, though, Terzo was craving Omega as though his life depended on the press of their bodies together.

“Sì. I need you,” Terzo responded as though he’d never been more sure of anything, eyes lidded heavily. He ran a thumb over Omega’s bottom lip, tugging it down gently. Omega swallowed hard before grabbing Terzo’s hand in his own, turning his face into it and kissing Terzo’s palm. Omega staggered to his feet, going to fish a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand. He began to fumble with the lid of the bottle, seemingly forgetting about both of their clothes still being in the way in his haste. Terzo chuckled.

“My my, amore, so impatient,” Terzo tutted, as though he had any room to talk. Omega looked dumbfounded before realizing what he was doing. He hastily set the bottle on the bed, then made as though he were going to remove Terzo’s panties, but Terzo stopped him gently, catching his hand.

“Strip for me?” Terzo asked, voice saccharine as he batted his eyelashes. “Slowly,” he added, almost as an afterthought.

Omega eagerly complied, unbuttoning his shirt with trembling hands. Despite his eagerness, he did his best to take his time for Terzo. As he peeled back his layers, Terzo could see that his poor ghoul’s flush continued from the tips of his ears all the way down to his broad, muscled chest. Terzo nearly drooled at the sight of so much bare skin. After he had discarded his belt, Omega hesitated for the briefest of moments before beginning on his trousers. As he finally freed himself from his underwear, he glanced up at Terzo expectantly. It was Terzo’s turn to rub his thighs together. He inhaled loudly as he bit his lip, staring with open want.

“Mm, my beautiful ghoul is such a big boy,” Terzo crowed, wanting to shower Omega with praise. Omega looked chuffed, preening a little. “Sì. So beautiful… I want to taste.” Terzo’s tongue came out to lick its way up two of his own fingers, putting them fully in his mouth before slowly drawing them out through pursed lips, working to maintain eye contact. Omega’s cock jumped.

“Come play with me.” Terzo’s voice was syrupy, and all the invitation Omega needed to pounce. Omega crossed the room to Terzo before he could blink, and then he was upon him, kneeling again on the bed and pulling urgently at Terzo’s panties. This time Terzo didn’t slow him, wanting to be freed from the suffocating fabric to feel his lover’s touch. Terzo kicked the panties haphazardly across the room once Omega had gotten them down his legs. Omega grabbed him then, touch impatient. Terzo groaned, throwing his head back. He had been craving this all day, but at the rate at which Omega was moving in his enthusiasm, Terzo was worried about their night being cut unceremoniously short.

“S-stop, amore,” Terzo cautioned as Omega was mid-stroke, trying to catch his breath. “You are getting me too riled up,” he quickly added as he felt Omega freeze in an instant. Terzo scratched between Omega’s horns, feeling guilty for worrying him. Omega instantly melted, turning to putty in his hands. He rested his head on Terzo’s hip as he waited for direction, looking up at him with eyes full of adoration. His ragged breath was hot on Terzo’s skin. Terzo tugged gently at Omega’s hair, pulling him up to his face.

“Kiss me,” Terzo whispered. At once Omega’s mouth was on his, hungry and invading in a way that was incredibly welcome. He bit Omega’s lower lip gently, pulling it into his mouth, and Omega moaned. Terzo’s hands floated up to cradle Omega’s face, the pads of his thumbs running along his cheekbones. Throbbing turned to a persistent ache as their tongues danced together, and Terzo didn’t know how much more teasing he could take. Spreading his legs wider, Terzo coaxed Omega into making his way between his thighs. Omega followed his lead, breaking away from the kiss with a soft sound as he got himself into position.

“I need you, Omega,” Terzo reminded him softly, taking Omega in hand and stroking him delicately. Shuddering at his touch, Omega nuzzled the side of Terzo’s face. Terzo searched for where Omega had set the bottle of lube down on the bed before his striptease, wriggling in Omega’s hold to reach it. When he finally got it, he flicked open the cap, slicking the fingers of one hand with a generous amount. He handed the bottle to Omega.

Omega rocked back on his heels, giving both of them space to prepare. Terzo hissed as he slipped a finger into himself, slowly thrusting in and out. When he was comfortable, he added a second, and then, since Omega was so big, a third. Omega slicked his cock as he watched, enraptured, precum beading at his tip. Terzo curled his fingers, massaging, milking himself, enjoying the way Omega’s eyes watched hungrily as precum pooled on Terzo's stomach. Terzo groaned self-indulgently. He was as prepared for Omega's massive size as he could be. At this point, Terzo was just having fun with him.

Terzo withdrew his fingers from himself and beckoned Omega forward. Omega drew closer, reaching behind them to grab a pillow and propping Terzo’s hips up for easier access. Omega caressed Terzo's chest, then stomach.

“Are you ready?” Omega asked in a hushed voice.

“I am,” Terzo replied confidently, sure in his desires.

Terzo thought back to the first time they had done this, the first time that Omega had been inside of him. Omega had been sweating before they even started, trembling with nerves, so worried that he was going to hurt him despite Terzo’s endless reassurances. When he realized how afraid Omega truly was, Terzo had stopped them, cradling his ghoul’s head in his lap and soothing him until he steadied. They had a long talk, then, about boundaries, and how they didn't have to do anything that Omega didn’t want to. About how size wasn’t a factor that Terzo cared about, and how he never wanted it to be something that came between them.

Yes, Omega was twice his size, with beautiful fangs and claws, and in many ways, it was true that their bodies didn’t quite fit together. But they loved each other, and Terzo wouldn't let anything get in the way of expressing that love. Terzo even found those differences quite enticing, something that he had no problem admitting to Omega. When Omega had finally pushed inside of him that night, when they had finally united, it was all either of them could do not to finish far too early.

Terzo closed his eyes for just a moment, grounding himself in the present before he could get lost in sweet nostalgia. Omega moved closer, lining himself up with Terzo’s entrance, too focused on his task to notice that Terzo's mind had been elsewhere. He looked to Terzo for the go-ahead, face flushed, not quite meeting his eyes. Terzo smiled warmly at him, his own face surely a deep shade of pink by now. When Omega gingerly worked his tip inside, Terzo’s eyes rolled back, hissing before letting out a long, low moan as he was stretched. He had been aching for this all day.

“Yes! Oh, you feel so good, amore,” Terzo gasped, desperately aroused, biting his lip and letting his hands float up above him on the bed. Omega slowly pushed inside with a grunt, a look of concentration on his face as he gradually inserted as much of his shaft as he felt comfortable with. He rested, allowing Terzo a moment to adjust to his considerable girth. Terzo attempted to grind down on him anyway, shifting his hips. He was starved for more.

“Nn… deeper,” Terzo moaned breathily. Omega pushed inside just a little further, hesitant. Terzo knew from experience that he was pushing his luck, but he had to try.

“Deeper!” Terzo urged him on, panting.

“I really don’t think–”

“Please, Omega!” Terzo begged greedily, eyes wild and pleading as his chest heaved. Omega grabbed Terzo’s hands up above him, leaning forward, effectively pinning him to the bed. Terzo felt his cock jump at the suggestion of being physically restrained, but Omega's expression was one of concern.

“I don’t want to hurt you, tesoro,” Omega said sternly, voice firm. Terzo met his gaze, Omega's soft eyes boring into him. Terzo felt a twinge of guilt for pushing him too far. Releasing one of Terzo’s hands, Omega propped himself up to lean down to meet Terzo’s lips in a tender kiss, full of unspoken feelings. Terzo kissed him back with a shuddering sigh, his free hand coming up to tangle in Omega’s hair. Their kiss steadied him, and Terzo felt his clawing, overwhelming need calm, just a little. Just enough.

Terzo brought his legs up to wrap around Omega's large frame, locking his ankles. Omega cautiously began to move, slowly at first, but as his confidence grew, so did his momentum. Their breath came out in huffs, twining together. Terzo urged him on with the responsiveness of his body, moving with Omega and encouraging him to pick up both speed and force.

“Aaah, Omega!” Terzo cried, reaching out a hand, wanting to touch, he didn't care where. “You are doing so good, mio caro… so good,” Terzo praised him. Omega shivered, finally allowing himself to relax, surrendering freely to pleasure, beginning to make noises of his own. He hoisted Terzo’s legs further up his body, tucking them under his arms. His large hands wrapped around Terzo’s hips, claws digging as he gripped tight.

Terzo looked down, watching as a bulge in his belly disappeared and reappeared with each thrust, visible proof of his lover filling him. He was so intensely turned on by the sight that he felt lightheaded, balling the sheets up in his fists. When he watched as Omega gave a particularly forceful thrust, he reluctantly made himself tear his eyes away, his worries about cumming prematurely becoming a little too real.

An idea came to Terzo then, one that was too enticing to pass up. Terzo wanted to catch Omega up to where he was, in the hopes that they could finish together. Terzo felt around the bed blindly, looking for the discarded bottle. Finding his prize, Terzo asked for Omega's tail, stroking it lovingly, sensually, when it was presented to him. Omega to let out a shuddering moan. Terzo brought the narrow spaded tip to his lips, planting a kiss on its apex.

“Would you play with yourself for me?” Terzo murmured against Omega's skin. Omega whimpered, nodding emphatically, looking excited. Terzo lubed up the end of Omega's tail, taking his time, perhaps teasing him a bit more than was necessary. When Terzo finally released him, Omega allowed the tip of his tail to snake around behind him, penetrating himself. He pushed inside just enough to brush against his own prostate, letting out the most beautiful sigh.

Terzo tightened his thighs around Omega, wanting to get as close to him as possible. He wanted to touch Omega, to run his hands and his mouth all along his body, but in their current position, he couldn’t. Terzo whined, writhing under the ghoul. He was nearing his limit, pleasure building deliciously at the base of his spine. His hips moved in time with Omega’s motions, and he was overcome with a desire to ride Omega, to bounce and grind and control the speed and depth on his own. He would have to talk to Omega about letting them try that for a future encounter…

“Omega… I want you to cum inside me, amore… Please...” Terzo panted before repeating Omega’s name. He knew his dirty talk always made Omega weak, and he needed him to buckle before he lost his own grip on his control. Omega huffed through his nose, concentrating and picking up speed. Terzo began to drool, head thrown back in ecstasy, his speech turning into incoherent babbling.

Omega tightened his grip on Terzo’s hips, moving inside of Terzo and playing with himself all the while. Omega began to whimper, and Terzo could tell he was close. Unable to speak, he began to moan loudly, wanting to spur Omega on. It was working. Omega bucked hard, trying to restrain himself in order to protect Terzo, to not bury the entirety of his girthy length within him, but he was visibly struggling with his composure.

“Terzo…” Omega hissed out through gritted teeth, desperation in his voice. Omega reached out and grabbed Terzo’s cock, working him furiously. Terzo shouted at the added stimulation, back arching off the bed. He tried to hold on for as long as he could, but this was a battle he couldn’t win. It was an unspoken game between them, to see who could make the other climax first; neither of them wanted to finish before the other was satisfied, but inevitably, someone had to lose.

Tonight’s loser proved to be Terzo. He came with an agonizing wail as orgasm tore through him, his release painting hot streaks across his heaving chest. Pleasure washed over him for what felt like a blissful eternity. As he began to come down, Terzo bit his lip against a whine as Omega continued to move inside of him, overstimulated but needing with everything in him to let Omega finish.

“Omega..” Terzo whispered over and over like a prayer. “Please… Cum in me, Omega, I need you,” More dirty talk. He knew exactly how to push Omega’s buttons, how to overwhelm his senses. Omega lost it then, his cock kicking inside of Terzo as he came with a guttural groan, the dam finally breaking. His seed spilled out of Terzo, dripping onto the sheets.

As Omega braced himself with trembling arms on either side of Terzo’s head, sweaty and winded and struggling for air, Terzo felt an overpowering warmth and affection bloom through his chest. He wanted to cradle Omega in his arms, to stroke his hair and smother him with kisses, but in his current position he settled for reaching up to cup his jaw. Omega leaned into his touch.

Omega pulled out of Terzo slowly, carefully. Terzo mourned the loss. Standing on unsteady legs, Omega briefly left to get a towel, ever the gentleman, and helped Terzo clean up. Terzo silently wished that he would just leave it be for the moment and stay within his reach, free to touch, but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless. When Omega settled down beside him it wasn’t a moment too soon, and Terzo descended upon him immediately, caressing and kissing and quietly singing praises. His hands and mouth explored Omega’s face and body, touch insistent, making up for all of the contact he couldn’t indulge in while they were in their previous position. Omega chuckled, reveling in the attention he was being showered with.

“Feeling better now, Papa?” Omega teased. He reached for Terzo, coaxing him back up to his level, stealing a kiss himself. “For a minute there I forgot which one of us was the demon,” Omega joked. Terzo cringed, feeling guilty.

“Sì. I am so sorry, my darling. I guess I did get a little out of control,” Terzo said, remorseful over the prospect of having perturbed Omega. “I am sorry for being such a menace.” Omega’s smile widened, and he took another kiss, making sure to take his time.

“What are you apologizing for, mia luce?” he asked against Terzo’s lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.” Another kiss, this time with plenty of tongue. Terzo felt a spark of arousal race through him, though his body was too tired to follow through with it. He groaned into Omega’s mouth.

“Mio amato monstro…” Terzo breathed against Omega’s cheek when they broke apart. Omega started trailing languid kisses down Terzo’s neck, his chest. “I shouldn’t have distracted you while you were working. I don’t want to get you in trouble,” he continued, genuinely repentant.

“Worth it,” Omega stated simply, shrugging. They continued trading lazy kisses and lingering touches until Omega decided that they needed to get ready for bed.

“It’s getting late, tesoro,” Omega said reluctantly, pushing up on one elbow.

“It’s not that late yet,” Terzo scoffed, wanting to continue to bask in the afterglow that they’d been indulging in together for quite some time.

“Maybe not, but we still have to clean up and eat. We both have to work tomorrow, it’s Sunday,” Omega reminded him. Terzo grimaced. “I don’t want you giving another half-asleep sermon. Sister Imperator really chewed you out the last time that happened.” Terzo rolled his eyes, remembering the talking-to he’d had to sit through the last time that he and Omega had fucked away a Saturday night.

“Hm. Maybe you’re right,” Terzo conceded. He grimaced as he sat up. “Let us take a bath first.” He went to stand, not realizing how weak his legs felt until they started to give out under him. Omega lunged to catch him, pulling him back to sit on the edge of the bed. Terzo chuckled, trying to play it off. He made to stand again, batting Omega away when he tried to help, but Omega was having none of it and scooped him up in his arms.

Terzo started to protest, indignant at being carried like a child, but soon relaxed at Omega’s warmth and the scent of his skin. He knew Omega just wanted to help, that he wasn’t looking down on him. Terzo sighed. Tonight was not the night to be stubborn, he was far too worn out for that.

Omega carefully sat Terzo down on the edge of the tub and began preparing a bath. He kissed Terzo on the crown of his head and left to change their bedsheets while the water ran. Terzo felt lonelier than he usually did in Omega’s absence. When the bath was ready and Omega had returned, they slipped into the water together. They made quick work of washing each other, wanting to get to their favorite part: relaxing. Terzo sat firmly between Omega’s legs, his back to Omega’s chest, Omega’s arms wrapped loosely around him. Terzo hummed to Omega softly, and Omega’s tail came up to wrap around Terzo’s leg.

Terzo grabbed one of Omega’s hands in his own, examining it. His was tiny in comparison. If they were to try and lock their fingers together, to hold hands in the traditional way, they wouldn’t quite fit right. They were frequently having to come up with creative ways to get around their difference in size, but that never bothered Terzo. He and Omega would do anything to fit together. To complement each other.

Terzo pressed his face into Omega’s hand with a sigh, leaning into it. He kissed Omega’s palm, and then up each of his fingers, slowly, deliberately. When his tongue came out to taste Omega’s skin, Terzo couldn’t help but rub his thighs together. He felt Omega’s cock twitch at his back.

“Don’t go getting yourself all worked up again, tesoro,” Omega chuckled breathily, his tone playful. “We need to actually sleep tonight.”

“Do we?” Terzo asked idly, stroking Omega’s arm. “I think I can handle a little tongue-lashing just fine. Surprisingly well, actually,” he quipped as Omega’s other hand began to glide its way down Terzo’s body. Terzo tilted his face up, lips seeking and being quickly met. It was an awkward kiss, truthfully, upside down and wet. Terzo wouldn’t have traded it for the world. When it broke, Terzo spun in his hold, straddling Omega’s lap instead.

No, maybe they didn’t always fit together perfectly, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

A New Beginning

Pairing: Daryl X reader, Eventual Daryl X reader x Rick

AU: A/B/O

Warnings: brief mentions of a character death, farm takeover to prison

Authors note: I love yall💜

Word Count: 1.3k

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The Greene farm had been your sanctuary for years, long before the world fell apart. You had lived just a few miles down the road from Hershel and his family, keeping to yourself but always there when they needed a helping hand. When the dead started walking, the farm became your refuge from the horrors outside. It was safe—for a while, at least. Then the group arrived, survivors who had been on the run, searching for shelter.

Among them were two men who had an instant, unexplainable pull on you—Rick Grimes and Daryl Dixon. Alphas, you could tell, though they never said it out loud. The moment you laid eyes on them, you felt the connection. Rick, the strong, stoic leader who seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, and Daryl, the rugged, quiet hunter who preferred the solace of the woods over the company of people. And you, the Omega who had learned to survive on her own, found herself inexplicably drawn to them both.

It wasn’t long before you and Daryl grew close. It started slow—a shared glance, a soft touch. He was closed off at first, wary of letting anyone in, but you saw past the tough exterior. You saw the man beneath, the one who cared deeply but didn’t know how to show it. Daryl found comfort in your presence, the way you didn’t push him to be anything other than himself. When the two of you started spending more time together, it became clear that what you had was more than just a bond of survival. You were his Omega, and he was your Alpha, even if he didn’t have the words to say it.

The first time Daryl kissed you, it was tentative, as if he wasn’t sure he had the right to. But when you kissed him back, pulling him closer, he understood that this was real. That you were his, and he was yours. The bond between you deepened, and though you kept it quiet from the others, it was there—undeniable.

But then the farm fell.

It had been chaos. One moment, everything was calm, and the next, walkers were everywhere, overrunning the fences, pouring through the fields like a relentless tide. The group scattered, each person fighting for their lives. You had been separated from Daryl in the chaos, and for a few terrifying hours, you didn’t know if he was alive or dead. You and Maggie had fled in one of the cars, with Beth and Glenn, your hearts pounding as you sped down the road, leaving behind the only home you had known in this new, terrifying world.

The hours that followed were a blur. You kept driving, hoping, praying that the others had made it out alive. Every bump in the road felt like another step away from everything you had built, and all you could think about was Daryl—whether he had made it. Whether you’d ever see him again.

It wasn’t until you reached the highway—the place where they had once left supplies for Sophia—that you saw them. The familiar motorcycle, with Daryl and Carol riding side by side. The relief that washed over you was overwhelming. You barely waited for the car to stop before you were out, running toward Daryl, tears streaming down your face.

When Daryl saw you, he swung off the bike, and for a moment, everything else fell away. The world around you, the walkers, the destruction—it all disappeared. He caught you in his arms, holding you tight, his grip so strong you thought he’d never let go.

“I thought I lost ya,” he muttered into your hair, his voice rough with emotion. “I ain’t lettin’ you go again. Not ever.”

You held him just as tightly, burying your face in his chest. “I’m here,” you whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

That reunion on the highway was a brief moment of peace in the middle of the storm, a reminder that despite everything, you were still together. You had all survived. And now, you would keep surviving—together.

The group traveled for weeks after the fall of the farm, moving from place to place, scavenging for food, looking for shelter. It wasn’t until they found the prison that they finally stopped running. The prison was grim, cold, but it was secure. It gave them a place to rest, to rebuild.

But even the prison couldn’t keep the pain of the past from catching up to them. Lori’s pregnancy had been a shadow hanging over Rick ever since the fall of the farm. You had seen it in his eyes, the way he carried himself. The stress, the fear. And when Lori went into labor, it all came crashing down.

The birth was chaotic, dangerous, just like everything in this new world. Carl was with Lori in the small hole in the wall they found while running from walkers, trying to help her as best he could. But there were complications, things they couldn’t fix with the limited supplies they had. Lori knew she wasn’t going to make it, and in her final moments, she made Carl promise something no mother should ever have to ask of her child.

“Promise me, Carl,” she had said, her voice weak, tears streaming down her face. “Promise me you’ll take care of your sister. And when the time comes... you’ll do what needs to be done.”

Carl, brave beyond his years, had nodded, tears in his eyes as he promised his mother the unthinkable. When Lori passed, Carl did what she asked of him, ending her suffering and bringing Judith—his baby sister—into the world alone.

Rick was shattered. His grief was all-consuming, and for weeks after Lori’s death, he was a ghost of himself, lost in his pain. He withdrew from everyone, even Carl, unable to process the loss. You and Daryl tried to help him, offering him space when he needed it, but also letting him know that you were there for him.

It was in those quiet, lonely nights after Lori’s death that the bond between you, Daryl, and Rick deepened. The connection you had felt from the moment you met Rick became impossible to ignore. He wasn’t just your leader or your friend—he was your mate. And just as Daryl had become your Alpha, so had Rick. He was the missing piece in the bond you and Daryl shared, the one you had been waiting for without even realizing it.

Two months after Lori’s passing, everything changed. The grief that had weighed Rick down finally began to lift, and with it came a new understanding of the bond between the three of you. It started with a look, a shared glance between you, Daryl, and Rick. You had always been there for him, just as you had been for Daryl, and now, it was time for him to finally accept that he wasn’t alone.

That night, the three of you came together, not just physically, but emotionally. Rick found solace in the arms of both you and Daryl, the three of you forming a bond that was stronger than anything you had known before. It wasn’t about replacing Lori—nothing could ever do that—but it was about building something new, something that could help Rick move forward.

Daryl had been the first to say it. “You ain’t alone, Rick. We’re here. We’re your family.”

And Rick had finally believed it.

From that moment on, the three of you were bound together, not just by survival, but by love. You were mates, a family, and no matter what came next, you knew that you would face it together.

As the days passed, the prison became more than just a shelter—it became a home. Judith, Rick’s baby girl, was a reminder of everything they had lost, but also of everything they still had to fight for. You, Daryl, and Rick took turns caring for her, the bond between you growing stronger with every passing day.

There were still dangers, still hardships, but now, with your Alphas by your side, you felt ready for whatever came next. You had survived the fall of the farm, the loss of friends and family, and now, with the bond between you, Rick, and Daryl stronger than ever, you knew that nothing could break you. Together, you were unshakable.

Hope you enjoyed! Please follow, like and Reblog💜 -Midnight’s Cafe

[reallyromealone]

Incubus Smiley x male reader part 2 what happens after the first time, does Smiley bring us home him, I must know

Sure friend

Warning: mentions of sex, demon nahoya, omegaverse

Demon! Smiley x Omega male reader

(name) didn't see the demon for months though a new development arose.

(Name)s belly grew in size, the town believing be was attacked by an alpha and left pregnant but (name) knew what happened... He was mated to a demon. A few alphas tried to step up to care for the "poor omega" and help raise the pup but (name) wasn't interested in them.

His Omega longed for the demon.

"We think it would be best if you perhaps pursued a relationship with the eldest Shiba son" (name)s dam said softly "he is willing to support you and the.... child so long as you devote yourself as his mate and remove the mating mark" they said softly and (name) felt his heart drop and his mouth moved before his brain could stop it "no..."

"What?"

"No... I-I am not going to mate with him when I have an alpha..." (Name)s voice was quivering as he gripped his pants and his parents looked at him disappointed "and how do you wish to care for your pup? Think of them"

(Name)s eyes were watering as he stood up and stormed from their small home, holding his belly.

He didn't know where he was going as voices called to him "(name)!" A voice boomed out as a large hand grabbed his wrist, there stood Taiju Shiba in all his glory "have you considered my proposition?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and stared down the Omega whom he intended to make his bride "I-I need time to think about it..." (Name) said nervously as he fidgeted slightly "don't make me wait to long" Taiju said releasing his wrist that was already bruising slightly as the man walked off.

(Name) knew he wasn't supposed to go in the woods, he knew little omegas should be at home safe...but he needed his alpha... Before it was to late.

"Hello?" (Name) asked softly to the trees as he stepped through the deep forest and tried so hard to hear anything he could but the woods were... Silent.

Unnaturally so.

"...my omega..." A whisper in the wind called out and (name) perked up at the voice he recognized "alpha?"

The trees and landscape warped to arch a pathway.

(Name) felt hypontized as he followed the path, sweet whispers in his ear as his hand gently held his belly and gentle kicks from his pup as he reached a cave entrance.

"Hello?"

The cave was unnaturally dark, almost like a void as multiple red eyes opened up and (name) despite everything walked towards the void that stared back as a whispy hand reached to him "alpha..." (Name) was relieved as he smelt the pharamones that were his mate, pulled into the void and the cold air wrapped around him like an embrace "mine" could be heard echoing around him, multiple voices speaking but all from the same person as (name) was set in a bundle of fabrics and pillows.

"Nessst" a voice rang as candles lit up, he was in a room full of pillows and candles lit by magic "you made me a nest?" (Name) said as he snuggled a pillow, it was a messy best and obviously made by an alpha who didn't know what he was doing but the sentiment made (name) melt "thank you... May I see you?"

The whispers went silent as the eyes moved to one being and from the shadows came a man-- sort of.

The demon had six eyes and wild pink hair that had long almost ram like horns spear through with intricate designs throughout it.

He was intimidating to say the least but... This was him.

His alpha.

"I missed you" (name) whispered as he reached to the Alpha who kept a smile on his face, moving to scent the Omega "who touched you?" His voice was clear and territorial and (name) hesitated as he looked away and fidgeted but the demon caught the bruise on bus wrist "whose looking to die...?" Who harmed his Omega, the only marks he should bare are from nahoya himself.

"... My parents want me to mate with the village pastors son..."

Nahoya giggled at this though his laughter was anything but happy as his grin grew "you're mine" he said possessively and (name) held him close "that's why... I came looking for you, I didn't want them removing your mark"

Nahoya grinned at this "you can't remove the mark... Whoever tries will burn from the inside and die... You're mine and only mine"

Nahoya kissed his neck and reached down to touch his belly "why did you take so long to get here?"

"I... I didn't know where you went, you mated me then vanished"

"I can't feed on you till our pups born... We're mates now so you are the only one whom I can feed on but don't worry it won't kill you but I can promise it will feel delicious"

"May I know your name?" (Name) asked as he was settled into the nest, the demons claws gently touching at his stomach "my given name is Nahoya Kawata but many call me smiley"

(Name) heard of him, a demon feared by many and took lives with a smile.

"What's yours?"

(Name) (lastname)..."

"Kawata"

"What?"

"Silly Omega... You're (name) kawata" he said almost condicendingly as he crowded his Omega and held him close "they won't find you... I control these woods and will lead them astray..."

"Could you lead them back to the town?"

"...fine" nahoya said with a grin "in exchange for a kiss"

(Name) gently kissed him, the demon taking control of the kiss as his long tongue wrapped around the omegas small human tongue "I will keep you alive by my side... We demons have the power to grant immorality..."

"Are you going to..."

"...turn you? Fuck no, I like my sweet little human just as he is...easier to mark and bend and fuck full of pups"

"Perverted alpha..."

"Baby you don't even know, your mates with a sex demon" nahoya said teasingly "and I like you human, my sweet little Omega"

Humans had something demons didn't, nahoya could never place it but it was something nahoya craved constantly.

And now he had it laying before him.

Pregnant and ravishing.

"I tried to make you a nest, it's kind of shit... I got you nesting materials I know omegas like"

(Name) saw how relaxed nahoya became, the Alpha less formal demon and now speaking seemingly how he would in causal conversation.

"It's not bad for an alpha" (name) said genuinely as he struggled to sit up, the Alpha snickering at him "shush! You're not carrying a watermelon on your stomach!"

"Yeah yeah, lemme help you little Omega"

Nahoya helped the Omega sit up with some teasing and watched as he fixed the nest and handed him items "it needs your scent" (name) said with a blush and Nahoya grinned before scenting it and tossing it back, this became their routine for the next hour and the demon was pleased with his mate.

Nahoya was watching as his mate slept, tilting his head slightly before standing and vanishing in the shadows, going to handle business.

Nahoya would make sure no one ever found him again, never would try to take his Omega from him.

The demon walked through the shadows of the night, placing curses on the town.

If any harm his mate their young will die before the age of two.

Pleased he returned home to see his mate still asleep, and made food for the Omega.

Demons didn't need to eat but nahoya enjoyed it, he enjoyed the flavors though they didn't provide him anything other than joy.

He would make sure his mate and young would never need anything.

[bwoahtastic]

nico having a terrible day at work where one of the cases he was working on going wrong and the pups that he was trying to rescue disappearing along with the traffickers when they go to ground. he is devastated, feeling like he's failed completely, and normally he would hole up in his tiny little apartment, but now he really wants toto.

he knows that toto will be at home with seb though, so he isn't expecting anything but he allows himself to call, thinking that even talking to toto will make him feel better. he tries so hard to keep it together, but as soon as toto calls him darling he's sobbing. toto insists that he come over and sends a cab to pick him up, waiting outside the house for nico as the cab pulls up. nico clings to him, and toto carefully directs him inside, wrapping a blanket around him.

nico can't bring himself to talk about work, but being with toto makes him feel better. toto lends him a soft t-shirt to sleep in, and in toto's bed nico finally feels safe again.

in the morning, toto leaves nico in bed to go and make breakfast, not realising that sebby is awake and curious about the pretty omega in his papa's bed. nico slowly wakes to find seb staring at him grumpily, cross because that's his side of papa's bed and now a stranger is sleeping there. seb continues to be cross throughout breakfast, and poor nico is trying so hard with him because he really wants seb to like him. toto is nervous too, but even having nico with him, safe and less upset than before is a relief

Plss! Nico has been working on this case for months and they seemed so close, only for the traffickers to suddenly disappear with all the little ones again... Nico is heartbroken, blames himself, wants to tears all the feathers out of his body but now, he also just wants Toto.

Nico knows Toto is home with Seb and he really doesn't want to take time away from Toto and Seb, knows that Toto had been busy lately and missing slow days with his cub like crazy! But Nico is spiralling and for once, he is desperate to cling on and needs Toto! Nico calling Toto, convincing himself that a short call will help him settle, and after he will just drag Kimi in a nest and it will be fine. Right? But then Toto picks up and goes "Hi darling" so fondly, so comfortingly and Nico just breaks!

Toto trying to soothe him while sending a cab and he doesn't hang up until the cab is entering the driveway. Nico just flinging himself in Toto's arms hiccuping "I should have tried harder, put in more hours" and Toto knows it's work related but knows not to ask for more details.

Toto bringing him inside and helping him change into a soft old shirt from Toto and Nico is so quiet, eyes red and cheeks covered in tears tracks and Toto hates seeing him so in pain!

Toto getting him cuddled up in bed and bringing him some tea and just holding Nico while the Omega manages to calm a little. Nico falling asleep cuddled in Toto's arms, finally feeling safe, and Toto just holda him, stroking his hair snd making sure Nico isn't having nightmares before falling asleep as well.

Nico whining a little the next morning when Toto gets out of bed, but Toto promises to be back soon with breakfast and Nico feels so spoiled! Nico just snuggling into the pillows again and closing his eyes for a bit longer, before opening them again when he feels someone staring!

Seb having woken up cos he smelled papa making pancakes but then also smelled a new scent! Seb being grumpy cos the stranger is on Sebby's side in papa's bed! How rude! Just mean mugging Nico the best he can while hugging his stripey tail!

Nico moving to sit up, gently introducing himself to the cub and Seb chirps suddenly when he sees Nico'a feathers. Cub going *bap bap* at them but still mean mugging Nico to make aure Nico doesn't think he is enjoying this!!

Toto coming in with a tray with breakfast goodies and being a litlte bashful seeing Seb there, having hoped to be there to introduce them in hopes of it going better. Seb is still grumpy while eating his pancakes and Nico is trying to talk to him a little but sebby only grumbles in return. Toto tutting at his cub a little but he knows seb doesn't like strangers thst much, and the fact he is eating pancakes om the bed with Nico there is something already!

Toto leaning in to kiss Nico's temple because he is just so relieved Nico came to him and is safe! But then has a cub climbing onto his lap and whining cos he wants papa's attention!!

[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

how would flug , omega , and coyote feel about saturn and his treatment of bonney and ginny. actually how would they feel about what happened to ginny in general how would coyote respond if someone went imagine if someone did that to your girl

Flug is apathetic on human experimentation and wouldn't care since he's not above hurting kids. I do think ginny being assaulted would ick him and that's a reason he might be disgusted. I also think he despises how saturn and the other gorosei preach justice while acting like villains it would remind him of peace. Omega would be furious and want to pound saturn, especially ginny's abuse and what he put both mother and daughter through. And I think him being protective of kids he would hate how much she went through because Saturd. Coyote would despise saturn the most especially if that happened to gr he would do everything in his power to destroy the wg, world nobles, and the gorosei. Gosh, given how I imagine he's protective of his girlfriend (later wife) and kids, he would find what saturn put both through pure evil and probably be happy what happened to him. Since he has a soft spot for kids totally sees saturn as a pos for poor bonney's misery.

[cyberrat]

thinking about gross sweaty omega zorro being horny and sliding into sanji’s bunk in the middle of the night to get at his dick. just to borrow it for a lil. holding him down so he doesn’t struggle too much when he wakes up and taking his own pleasure. sanji protesting because zorro’s rank and not a pretty girl but eventually getting to a point where he’s jerking off with his face in his pits

oh my fucking goooddd nnhhh this is like all my fav shit rolled into one delicious package ooooffff

If we go with the 'everybody has all genitals' thought, I bet Zoro doesn't give a shit about being an Omega most of the time. Like usually he's even super proud of it because he decided on it simply to honor Kuina's legacy.

The only times that it hinders him is when heats hit. And they take it the fuck out of him. He becomes downright feral, his pussy swelling obscenely, drooling through his pants because you *know* he's going commando all the time.

He crawls into the bunkroom and practically immediately zeroes in on Sanji lying all pretty underneath his blanket. He's probably wearing a proper little pyjama because he's prissy like that and refuses to go naked around the other guys for... whatever reason.

Though honestly it's no barrier at all for Zoro.

Sanji jerks awake the moment his dick is his by air but Zoro's big, calloused hand is pressing down on his jaw and muffling all confused cries into his palm.

Sanji's eyes are wild; practically glowing blue in the dim light of the bunkroom; all the other guys still snoring soft and peaceful while Sanji and Zoro are at it again, eying each other with animosity, and in Sanji's case mounting anger. And then horror when Zoro's thick sweat stench hits his nose.

His face twists in revulsion beneath Zoro's clamped hand but Zoro wouldn't be in this position in the first place if he gave a single flying fuck. He's straddling Sanji and the swollen lips of his cunt spread around his cock, hugging it all nice and warm as he ruts his hips in mean little twists and gets everything sticky with slick.

Honestly, stalking into the bunk room he had envisioned himself jacking Sanji off and lapping at his own hidden little pussy to get him going, but this is so much easier? His Alpha cock responds so eager and fast that he can watch his eyes rolling into his skull as he gets a bit woozy from blood travelling down.

Zoro looks down the other's body; not as muscular as himself; downright skinny compared to his own bulging, warm muscles, but his dick is nice. Gorgeous, even. A meaty thing that is almost disproportionate to the rest of his body which obviously makes sense because Sanji has been obsessed with being an Alpha for as long as Zoro has known him.

Probably compensating for something or other; but he can barely rub enough brain cells together as is right now. It's a thought for a different time; when he's in the mood to piss the cook the fuck off.

A pinch on his palm has him glance back up. Sanji is biting his hand, so he slowly, cautiously takes it away, ready to slap it right back in place in case the other decides to make a big ruckus and wake the others up.

Sanji isn't, though. He's glaring at Zoro but he's gripping him by the hips now and holding on tight.

"You fucking reek! When's the last time you took a shower, Mosshead?"

"Dunno."

The fuck is he concerned with showers when he's burning up from the inside and could get dicked down right now?

Sanji hisses something that sounds wholly unflattering but Zoro is focused on grabbing his dick and lifting himself up just high enough to line it up with his hole. Strings of slick stretch between Sanji's cock that he's rubbed himself against and his own tingling cunt.

"What are you doing?!" Sanji whisper-screams, eyes nervously darting to the other bundles of sleeping friends before snapping back to Zoro. He seems absolutely appalled that Zoro thinks he could just use him like a fuck toy. Like he's horrified at the thought of someone other than a gorgeous lady grinding his hipbones into dust.

But he's also not stopping him. The fucking pervert cook.

Of course he isn't.

[generaltrashshecox]

Kinktober 2023 Day 9:

Glory Hole | Lactation | Stripping (Shayne/Ian omegaverse)

Wow 2 omegaverse fics in a row? O!Ian A!Shayne Implied mpreg

It was the first day back after having the pups and Ian was feeling confident. After months at home taking care of and feeding little ones he's was happy to get back into the swing of work of course with his alpha by his side. He even felt good enough to join in on some videos for the shoot week. During lunch everyone was hanging out in the lunch room as usual and somebody was watching tiktoks at full blast when he heard a baby crying. He turned to tell whoever it was to turn it down when suddenly he felt his breasts let-down. He felt his nipples start to leak and his eyes widened as he crossed his arms over his chest making his way to his office. He texted Shayne to come quickly and sat in his chair mortified as he felt his shirt start to get soaked. Shayne knocked on the door before stepping inside.

"Everything alright, babe?" he asked gently and Ian moved his arms to show him his now soaked through shirt. "What happened?"

"I don't know! I was eating lunch and then somebody was watching tiktoks and I heard a baby cry and now-" he gestured to his chest. He buried his face in his hands embarrassed. "Can you... Help me?" he asked gently and Shayne tilted his head.

"How?"

"They usually don't stop until one of the little ones feed so if you could-" he fidgeted nervously.

"Feed from you?" he finished for him. Ian nodded his head not looking at him. He stepped closer to him putting a hand on his chin lifting it up. "Don't be embarrassed it's normal. And I'll do it happily if it makes you feel better," he said with a smile. Ian blushed wondering how he got so lucky to be mated to such a sweet and gentle alpha. Our alpha, his brain whispered and he leaned into his touch. Then he felt more milk leak out of his breast and he whimpered. Shayne pulled away hand going to Ian's shirt lifting it up to expose his torso. His chest was swollen and leaking and his breath caught in his throat.

"So do I just-" and he nodded before he got the sentence out and putting a hand behind his head bringing him closer. He could smell it creamy and sweet and he flicked his tongue at it before finally wrapping his lips around it suckling gently. Ian sighed in relief as milk filled his mouth slightly sweet and more tangy than he thought but it was delicious and he moaned as it came from Ian, his omega. He knew he needed this so he drank gently gulping down his nectar mind getting clouded. He flicked his tongue at it again not being able to help himself and Ian moaned. It didn't feel this way when he was feeding the pups but fuck Shayne's wet hot mouth on him always had him feeling like this. He held the back of his head pulling closer as he felt himself start to slick. Shayne groaned as he did flicking again before biting as he drank making him cry out. He could smell his arousal thick in the small office. He pulled away looking up at him eyes blown.

"Right now?" And Ian whined almost embarrassed before he nodded. They got up Ian sitting himself in his desk making sure to move important things out of the way as Shayne locked the door. He came back and kissed him and he tasted his milk on his tongue making him whine. "You taste good don't you?" he asked gently. Ian whimpered at that before he pressed a kiss to his lips again as his hands went to his pants. They knew they didn't have much time until somebody was knocking at his office door so he took off his pants quickly before Shayne pushed his to his knees. He spread his thighs watching the slick stick to them as he did. He lined up before pressing in easily groaning and Ian moaned leaning his head back. He fucked into him gently making sure to press against that spot that made him shake. He looked down seeing how flushed he was and also saw he was still leaking and he leaned down taking his nipple into his mouth once more and suckling as he buried himself. Ian groaned gripping the back of his head as he did.

"Fuck Shayne-" he cried out and Shayne groaned always loving the way he moaned his name. He bit down again and his fingers buried themselves in his hair as it sent a shockwave through him. He was drenched he felt it as Shayne pounded into him and he would definitely have to get his desk cleaned. They knew they weren't going to last long their sex life non-existent with their little ones but that was perfect. Shayne felt his knot start to swell and Ian felt it too pressing against the rim of his opening.

"Knot me alpha," he groaned trying to force it into himself but he pulled back.

"Not now pretty omega," he said growling. He tried to keep his brain cleared for a moment. They couldn't be stuck together at the office. Ian whined at his rejection but he nuzzled into his neck kissing their bonding mark making him gasp. "I'll knot you when we're home fill you full again," he said slamming into him over and over. He didn't like it but he agreed whining and baring his neck more and he nibbled on it. His hands went up to his chest massaging them and he groaned feeling so much relief from it getting closer and closer. He left his neck going back to his chest lapping at the milk that had leaked out from his massaging before suckling a nipple into his mouth once more. He bit again and that sent Ian over the edge cumming with a cry and he pressed more into his mouth. Shayne wasn't far behind feeling how wet and tight he was and having his taste on his tongue filling him up making sure his knot didn't press in. They laid there for a moment Ian running a hand through Shayne's hair absent-mindedly as he laid eyes closed basking in the after. Soon they would have to get back to work but right now they just enjoyed each other Shayne pressing kisses wherever he could.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door snapping them back to reality and they pulled apart getting dressed quickly. They looked at each other sheepishly knowing once the door opened everyone in the office would smell it but they giggled just a bit at the thought. Shayne pressed a soft kiss to his lips smiling.

"Next time you don't have to ask."

[sobreiromecanico]

WipEout: da consola ao livro

Se tivesse de fazer uma breve lista dos videojogos da minha vida, WipEout estaria muito perto do topo.

Vou sempre lamentar nunca ter conseguido encontrar e comprar o WipEout ou a primeira sequela, WipEout 2097, nos tempos da Playstation original*. Mas na altura consegui comprar o Wip3out (Wipeout 3 numa designação menos estilizada), jogo que joguei vezes sem conta tanto na velhinha PS como já na Playstation 2 (abençoada retrocompatibilidade). Ao contrário da maioria dos jogos que sempre me puxaram, este não tem qualquer elemento narrativo - existe um worldbuilding muito ligeiro e minimalista, que dá um pequeno enquadramento às várias equipas que competem naquelas corridas futuristas de naves antigravitacionais, mas não mais do que isso. Ainda assim, é sem dúvida um jogo firmemente ancorado na ficção científica, aspecto que não terá sido de todo alheio ao interesse que o jogo me despertou desde as primeiras imagens que vi dele.

As corridas, essas, eram magníficas: velocidade alucinante, armamento pesado, algumas técnicas para dominar e vários truques para descobrir. Tudo acompanhado por uma banda sonora techno que encaixava ali na perfeição. Wip3out foi um dos poucos jogos que completei a 100% individualmente: estabeleci recordes em todas as pistas com todas as naves, desbloqueei tudo o que havia para desbloquear no jogo. Foram muitas tardes e noites a acelerar. Nunca tive foi companhia para jogar o jogo - os parceiros de consola lá na aldeia eram escassos, e eu tinha mesmo muita prática.

É claro que quando regressei às consolas com a PS4 comprei a versão mais recente, e última até à data: a Wipeout Omega Collection, que na prática é apenas uma versão remasterizada dos títulos Wipeout HD e da sua expansão, Wipeout HD Fury, e Wipeout 2048. Ainda preserva a magia da série e continua divertidíssimo de jogar, pesar de esta remasterização já não ter sido feita pela equipa do Studio Liverpool, antiga Psygnosis, encerrada em 2012**; eu é que já não tenho a paciência, a disponibilidade e a destreza de dedos que tinha há vinte e poucos anos. Ainda assim, regresso amiúde àquelas pistas, às naves familiares, e àquela sensação de velocidade que só Wipeout alguma vez proporcionou em consolas. Duvido que algum dia venha a fazer 100% da Omega Collection (já não tenho vida para isso), mas é muito provável que ainda venha a encontrar lá muitas horas de diversão.

Isto vem a propósito de ter descoberto entretanto, através do The Spaceshipper (uma das poucas contas que ainda vale a pena seguir no que resta do Twitter, e felizmente já com presença na Bluesky), que sairá lá para o final do ano o livro WipEout Futurism: The Visual Archives, um livro assim descrito na página oficial da editora Thames & Hudson:

Working its way through the fascinating creation story and cultural footprint of the WipEout game series, WipEout Futurism offers unprecedented access to the game's visual archives and reveals the creative processes behind the teams, tracks, vehicles, and iconography that define the series. Within these pages you will find original concept art, promotional materials, in-game photography, the monumental graphic design work of The Designers Republic, and much more. WipEout crashed onto the scene in 1995, shifting games into the cultural fast lane with its unique 3D visual designs. It propelled a wondrous hit of antigravity, hyper-speed racing into the heart of the freshly released PlayStation console and, over time, the series grew into a cult phenomenon among graphic designers and gamers alike. With its clubland branding, devised by cutting-edge Sheffield agency The Designers Republic, and its on-the-pulse collaborations with electronic artists, from the Chemical Brothers to Kraftwerk, WipEout was not only a racing game, it was a vehicle for art. WipEout Futurism chronicles the iconic game's vision, struggles, and achievements—from first conception to future plans—in a distinctive union of trailblazing artwork and graphic design. The book includes exclusive interviews with electronic duo Orbital's Paul Hartnoll, sound designer Loic Couthier, writer Damon Fairclough, game director Stuart Tilley, and more.

Isto é tão a minha praia.

Este projecto começou com uma edição especial limitada, não sei se por crowdfunding ou por outro mecanismo editorial, que só descobri já muito depois de ter ficado indisponível - tenho pena, pois por norma gosto muito deste tipo de edições. Mas lá para o final do ano vai sair a edição standard em capa dura, e essa irá direitinha para as minhas compras de Natal. É uma excelente forma de apreciar um trabalho jornalístico interessante e altamente especializado, enquanto descubro mais sobre as origens de um dos meus videojogos preferidos

*Talvez um destes dias tente encontrar os WipEout que me faltam no circuito de segunda mão, e volte a ligar a PS2 para me divertir um pouco. É a vantagem dos jogos antigos: desde que a consola funcione e os discos estejam limpos, podemos sempre regressar a eles.

**Um dia será feita a história dos ínúmeros estúdios icónicos adquiridos e encerrados pelas principais corporações do sector; talvez aí possamos ter uma noção mais exacta de tudo o que se fez, e do quanto se perdeu na voragem de fusões, aquisições e desmantelamentos.

[steakbuilder99]

clone movie night 🎥🍿✨: grease

- tech is pissed off the entire movie. WHY IS THE CAR FLYING 🔈⁉️⁉️

- “it’s just a movie tech, it’s not real”

- crosshair + fox are trying to fight off the demonic urge to just inhale a pack of cigs, they don’t even blink

- wrecker and hardcase are singing along any chance they get. they don’t really know the words, but they’ve got the spirit!

- fives is also singing along. loudly. off key.

- echo has a full bachelors degree in 70s and 80s movies. he is considering disowning fives.

- grease is bly’s favourite movie. hopelessly devoted is HIS song, he doesn’t miss a note. can’t say the same for everyone else though.

- hopelessly devoted can be heard from down the street when it comes on. a chorus of tired/drunk clones fill the sky with song 🎶🎶

- “i’m going to bed i’ve had enough of this shit” - a third of them after hopelessly devoted is finished.

- dogma doesn’t really know what’s going on but he’s happy to be there.

- cody and hunter literally don’t know what’s going on they’ve had so much to drink. just to cope with this movie.

- obiwan supplied the drinks after cody told them they were watching grease.

- howzer is insanely jealous of danny’s hair. he basically adopts danny’s personality after watching the film for a solid 3 days.

- “you look like an absolute twat” - crosshair

- waxer and rex are actively trying to keep omega out of the room because the rating is PG, not G

- omega is smuggled in through tup’s hoodie. mayday and wolffe help keep her hidden.

- “what have you got there??” “chips” “share?” “piss off”

- “i dance better than that!” - jesse. he really can’t. mans has two left feet.

- kix and hound are incredibly sad to have missed movie night this week. they LOVE grease.

- slick and boil are not. they hate grease with an active passion. but they’re unfortunately stuck on the couch grumbling throughout the movie.

- waxer and thire practice their moves throughout the movie. they think they’re absolutely killing it, and for the most part are, but omega nearly blows her cover laughing at them.

- ponds is the first to get popcorn. he doesn’t sit down again until he’s finished running kitchen errands for everyone else. it’s an hour and a half into the movie by then.

- gregor is clapping, he’s singing, he’s dancing, it’s love at first sight for gregor. for the rest of the week he’s blasting grease songs. this is the only movie he can sit through aside from charlie and the chocolate factory.

- wolffe doesn’t dare move. he can’t let everyone know he’s watched grease 50 times over. he mustn’t.

- “SIT DOWN FOR KRIFF’S SAKE” - wolffe at some point

- “…. thought you hated gr-“ “SHUT THE FUCK UP”

- snoring can be heard in the last 20 minutes of the movie. everyone is passed out afterwards.

- except for omega, gregor, echo, and surprisingly fox. fox and gregor, both insanely drunk, are basically reenacting the movie on the lawn. omega and echo are laughing at them, joining in on the occasional number.

- “10 more minutes echo please!” “fine, only because i’m too tired to argue with you rn”

[malkavians-lewd-genderhoard]

𝕸alkavian's 𝕮obweb (NSFT)

PT: Malkavian's Cobweb (NSFT)

𝕰zekiel, The Fallen Angel.

PT: Ezekiel, The Fallen Angel.

A lowly 𝕷unatic who has made a blog to help archive my genders, as I've noticed some blogs just happen to disappear without any archive, or even archives disappear. And considering that Pronouns Page can just delete flags (as it has before), this would be a decent alternative to such.

PT: Lunatic. (I can reclaim this slur.)

I am, as a human, AFAB And intersex. I identify best with Masculine-aligned genders. However, I was assigned both Female at Creation and Angel at Creation.

I do not feel human, and feel closest to demons, fallen angels, and reapers.

I am diagnosed with DID, PTSD, NPD, BPD, MDD, ADHD, Autism, Tourettes, and Psychosis. I suspect I also suffer from Cotard's Syndrome.

Pronouns, Titles, Honorifics, Tags, and DNI below.

𝕻ronouns

PT: Pronouns

He/Him/His •

Dae/Daem/Daes/Daems/Daemself ♪

Grave/Grave/Graves/Graves/Graveself ♪

Guro/Guro/Guros/Guros/Guroself

Fallen/Fallen/Fallens/Fallens/Fallenself

🪦/🪦/🪦s/🪦s/🪦self ♪

⚰️/⚰️/⚰️s/⚰️s/⚰️self

💉/💉/💉s/💉s/💉self

Key:

• = Main Standard

♪ = Favorite

𝕿itles

PT: Titles

(No Title) •

(Pronoun) with a Broken Halo ♪

The Angel with a Broken Halo ♪

The Undead Demon

The Grave Keeper

The Graveborn

(Pronoun) Blood-Splattered Dream ♪

(Pronoun) Who Rejects Humanity

(Pronoun) Who is Buried

The Angel with Ebony Wings

The Rotting Angel

The Unholy Angel

The One Shunned from Purity

(Pronoun) with Featherless Wings

The Angel from The Grave ♪

• = Main Standard

♪ = Favorite

𝕳onorifics

PT: Honorifics

Mister - Mr. •

Sir. •

Reaper - Rpr. ♪

Mortem - Mrm. ♪

Yandere - Yre. ♪ (I can reclaim Yandere.)

Darling - Dng. ♪

Rot - Rot./Rt.

Gore - Gor./Gr.

Guro - Gur./Gr.

Blood - Bld.

• = Main Standard

♪ = Favorite

𝕿ags

PT: Tags

Gender - Anything pertaining to genders

Identity - Anything pertaining to identities (Nonhuman, etc)

BPD - Genders and/or Identities tied to BPD

Autism - Genders and/or Identities tied to Autism

Hypersexual - Genders or Identities tied to Hypersexuality

Death - Anything with themes of Death

Decay - Anything with themes of decay and/or rot

Cemetery - Anything with themes of cemetery/graveyards

Gore - Anything with themes of blood, guts, organs, etc.

Cannibal - Anything with themes of cannibalism

Medical - Anything with themes of medicine and hospitals

Zombie - Anything with themes of zombies

Vampire - Anything with themes of vampires

Angel - Anything with themes of angels

Fallen Angel - Anything with themes of fallen angels

Demon - Anything with themes of demons

Undead - Anything with themes of anything undead

Corpse - Anything with themes of corpses

Halloween - Anything with themes of Halloween

Yandere - Anything with themes of Yandere

CNC - Anything with themes of CNC (Consensual Non-Consent)

Kinkic - Any Kinkic genders or has themes of Kink

Omegaverse - Anything with Alpha/Beta/Omega themes

Whore - Anything with themes of Whore

Slut - Anything with themes of Slut

Other - Anything that does not fit any of the above tags

𝕯NI

PT: DNI

Anti-MOGAI, Anti-Xenogender, Anti-LGBT+, TERF/TEHM

Discourse (LGBT, Syscourse, Shipcorse, Para, or otherwise)

Ableist, Fakeclaimer, Anti Self-DX

Send harassment or suicide baits

[salsabila539]

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[rendakuenthusiast]

Glagolitic ō corresponds to Greek omega and there seems to be no phonological reason for its presence whatsoever. It is not even used consistently in Gr borrowings.

From Carlton's Introduction to the Phonological History of the Slavic Languages.

[traceybookobsession]

Let's meet the pack !!!!!Deadly Sweet-A Dark Omegaverse standalone. Welcome back to the Wickedverse, a darker side to my Calling Wood universe.This book has characters you’ve met before. Like Leroy, the Beta bodyguard from We Are Destiny and Savannah, the Omega who helped Maya at the laundromat in Knot Going Anywhere.Unlike a lot of my books, this book will not have any MM or FF.🔪 Omegaverse🍭 A st@bby, k!ller female Omega with a dity mouth🔪 Reverse Harem🍭 Psycho Golden Retriever Alpha🔪 A dark and sweet but bl**dy romance🍭Memory loss due to trama🔪 Spicy!🍭 Omega, Alpha, Alpha, Alpha, Beta🔪 Age gap Alpha🍭 Older Omega🔪 Knotting, nesting, heats🍭 Friends to lovers🔪 Regular working class pack🍭 Scent matchesPlease note this book will have a baby as a main part of the story, as well as past child loss. This book is a mix between dark and sweet. It will contain some gr@phic unaliving contentDate is just a place holder. Book is expected spring 2025.Book link:https://books2read.com/u/bzOe9GBlurb: Deadly as poison, sweet like candy.For years I lived in hell, being the pretty little play thing for the devil himself.He failed to break me, now I'm free. Oh, what a terrible thing for him.Using my Omega feminine wiles to my advantage, I’ll rid the world of the monsters who did me wrong, one by one, saving him as my grand finale.When life takes another turn, I stumble upon a pack at the most inconvenient time.Not just any pack. My pack. My scent matched Alphas. Catching me red handed, there's no hiding who I am and what I’ve been doing.Do I run or can I trust that this pack isn't like the others who've done me wrong?Nothing in my life is ever easy, because this pack comes with more than I think I’m able to handle.Walker, Leroy, Caleb and Jake are just your everyday working men.An Alpha cop who’s a little obsessed with me. An older retired military veteran Beta who gives me a whole new appreciation of silver foxes. An Alpha fire fighter who I’d love to put my fire out. And then there’s the sweet, kind, elementary school teacher who I hold a lot more history with than I’m able to remember.And then there's me. A damaged Omega whose life is messy and dangerous.Not to mention this pack just brought a beautiful baby into this world. A baby that reminds me of everything I’ve lost when I look into her little blue eyes.They say they want me. But can I trust them? Am I going to be able to continue doing the job I’ve set out to do, with this pack by my side, or would I be better off doing it alone.