#I don't understand why Omegas always run away

[the-genius-az]

When Azula spends her heat with Mai and Ty Lee at the asylum, she takes advantage and escapes.

Not knowing that she became pregnant that night and had bitten Mai and Ty Lee, leaving her mark, making them both obsessed with her.

[prettyboykatsuki]

✮ tags ; gn + beta!reader, a/b/o, implicit nsfw 18+

alpha jing yuan who constantly, constantly lets his teeth brush over the back of your neck but never ever bites. he never lets you get caught up in his ruts either. there's rumor about them. the general has a room extended from his office and he stays there until the week passes

the thing is you're a beta. you know about the things, the biology of it - but it doesn't have anything to do with you. you can't understand why jing yuan is like that around you. why he always seems to be so cautious. your relationship with the general is ambiguous at best, but those little moments always haunt you

but you catch him one day during his rut. you need to run something by him and the door is open slightly to the next room. you're curious so you go. jing yuan is sitting on the edge of the bed and his neck nearly snaps up when he hears your voice.

"general? sorry for intruding, i needed,"

"leave," you've never heard his voice like this. its sharp and serious but not cruel. it's almost like it's wavering "you shouldn't be here."

"is it because you're in your rut? i'm not an omega, general. there's nothing to worry about."

he laughs at that so loud it nearly startles you. it's unusual. the general is always so calm and collected. his hand wraps around your wrist as he he tugs you down towards him. you drop what you're holding as fall into him, and you try to push him away. but he's strong.

much stronger than you.

"there's nothing to worry about? i trust you're not naive. certainly you don't think i brush against your nape for fun?" he whispers - his voice thick and his skin so hot it burns "desire is separate from physiology."

you squirm. you try to leave but he's got you so tight against his chest there's no where for you to go

"there's rumor," he starts, his teeth against your neck - fangs sharp against the thin skin like you've never felt them "that if an alpha knots a beta enough times they can turn them into a sweet, willing omega. people say it's a fable, but i don't think so."

"general?"

"i think if i were to fuck a knot into you enough times and scar your nape with my teeth, i'm sure i could turn you into one with a little effort," he whispers against your skin "omega or not bears no relevance to me, do you understand? i'm old enough to control my instinct - but not enough to sate my desires."

you feel something hot stir in your stomach.

"so unless," he pokes your skin with his canine but doesn't puncture "you're prepared to satisfy them, leave my chambers at once."

[lexirosewrites]

I keep seeing a post about Steve being Robin's fake boyfriend so I give you this-

Omega Eddie who is in a relationship with Alpha Steve only they're not official? Like they never really talked about it. Anyways, Robin is an omega and Steve has told Eddie he doesn't have to worry about her but when Eddie goes in to Family Video, Steve and Robin are in the back wrapped up in a hug and Steve's pheromones are doing that thing that Eddie thought was only for him and Steve's stroking Robin's hair and Eddie runs out, cursing himself for being an idiot. Why would Steve Harrington like him, right? He hides away for several days before Steve shows up at his trailer and by now Eddie's all pent up so he might start throwing things and yelling and crying;

"I should have known better,"

"I thought you loved me,"

"Why would you do this,"

"What does she have that I don't,"

"You're a liar,"

Steve let's him get it out, he understands now, he's gotta explain the situation when Eddie's tired himself out.

"It's not like that,"

"She had a fight with her friend,"

"I promise,"

And Eddie calms down, though still clearly distraught and Steve is more concerned about the way Eddie reacted to everything. Who hurt him so badly?

as much as i write omega steve being insecure, i think omega eddie would be even more insecure. he would need so much reassurance because he’s always waiting for a reason for everyone to leave him😭 but steve would be so patient and kind and such a good alpha!!

[jedipoodoo]

Bring Them Home (Sergeant Hunter x Reader)

Notes: SPOILERS FOR SEASON THREE EPISODE TWO: PATHS UNKNOWN. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE SEASON THREE PREMIERE. Children, angsty Hunter Edit: STUPID TUNGLR POSTED THIS WHEN I MEANT TO SAVE IT SO PSA-- If you read this before 10pm EST on Feb 27, this one-shot is officially completed so please reread it again and enjoy it in its full glory.

gif by @dreamswithghosts

It had been months since you'd seen Hunter, so of course you and Phee were there when the Marauder touched down in the Archium. Wrecker waved to you both as the ramp lowered, beckoning to someone inside the ship.

Hunter said they were bringing someone with them, but you didn't expect the cadets-- the children --to look so bewildered when they stepped off the ship.

"They're so young," Shep said softly, and you wondered how round and baby-faced they must have been when they left Kamino, the only home they'd ever known.

The three cadets lingered on the steps of the ramp, looking around in earnest while Wrecker waited patiently.

"It smells like Kamino," the tallest said as you approached.

"Mox, did you see the ocean? D'you think they'll let us go swimming?"

"You can do whatever you want here!" Wrecker laughed encouragingly. He gave you his classic thump on the shoulders, and you smiled. It was the happiest you'd seen him since they lost Tech and Omega.

"Hi," You introduced yourself to the cadets, "What're your names?"

"I'm Deke. This is Mox, and that's Stak." The shortest of them stepped forward, while his brothers watched you warily.

"And I'm Phee Genoa, liberator of ancient wonders," Phee smiled warmly at them all.

"Welcome to Pabu," Shep said, "I'm the mayor here. We have a warm bed and fresh food for all of you."

"Thanks," Mox, the tallest, said softly. His arms were crossed over his chest, and Stak's hands fidgeted at his side.

"Wrecker, why don't you and Phee show them the island? I reckon they're as hungry as you."

Wrecker chuckled softly and nodded towards the ship, catching your drift. He beckoned for the kids to follow him. They seemed to trust a clone more than other humans, but that was understandable.

"Have you boys ever heard of Skara Nol?" you heard Phee asking them.

"What's that?" Deke asked.

"It's a big mountain, filled with lots of puzzles!" Wrecker said, waving his arms to demonstrate.

At that point, you'd stepped aboard. The warmth of the sun dissipated as you were enveloped in the Marauder's dim lighting. Hunter sat at the navicomputer to your right, half asleep and blanketed by a hazy blue glow.

"Those boys aren't the only ones who could use a home-cooked meal, you know." You said, putting more weight into your steps so he wouldn't be surprised by your approach.

"I assume you've brought some, then?" He said.

You rolled your eyes and took the canteen of gumbo from your bag.

"Only when you step away from the computer. It won't do you any good to spill it all over Tech's equipment now."

Hunter sighed, and set another diagnostic to run through the files.

"We've got another lead," He said, turning away from the computer. Your heart fluttered at the note of hope in his voice.

"The Intel from the Durands was too old, the kids were all that's left of that lab, but we scraped some data from one of the data banks. We think it could tell us where Hemlock took Omega."

You handed him the spoon, and Hunter tried to eat politely, but it soon gave way to his hunger as he shoveled spoonfuls into his mouth without waiting to chew.

"Careful, you'll make yourself sick," You warned him, "You've been eating too many rations. I'll have to send you off with some real food this time."

Hunter looked up at you, and you used your thumb to wipe some sauce from his chin, but you couldn't quite meet his eyes.

"You could always come with us. How's your leg doing?"

The only reason you hadn't gone with Hunter and Wrecker when they set out to find Omega was because your femur was broken in the same railcar crash that took Tech. Phee had promised to look out for you and keep you from getting too bored while they scoured the galaxy. Despite your protests, you knew that in your injured state, you couldn't be much help at all.

So you made yourself useful in Pabu. You sewed clothes to replace those lost in the tsunami, you looked after children while their parents rebuilt, you made your family's old gumbo recipe for those who were too tired to cook at the end of the day.

Those like Hunter.

"What about the kids? Deke, Mox and...Stak?"

Hunter nodded, "Shep said there were some families on Pabu who could take care of them for now, he even offered to take two of them into his own house."

"Oh," You said softly, "That's kind of him."

Setting the empty canteen to the side, Hunter squeezed one of your hands as it hung at your side.

"Everything alright, cyare?"

"Oh!" After so long without him, you forgot how well he knew you.

"I just...I was hoping we could take them in, take care of them."

Hunter's eyes softened, and finally stood. "I'll admit I thought about it myself, but..."

"Not while Omega's still captured," You finished for him, dropping his hand and folding your arms.

Hunter's thumb brushed against your cheek, begging for you to look at him.

"You remember that night on Ord Mantell, right?" He asked.

You pouted, bottom lip jutting out, "We spent a lot of nights on Ord Mantell." Too many, to be precise.

"You know the one I'm talking about," He cupped your face in both hands, and you looked up at the dark circles beneath his eyes.

And you did know the night he mentioned. It was a full moon, so you could actually see the moon high above all the neons and smoke from the city. Hunter had made you a promise then and there, and you made one to him too. Nothing like marriage, but something like it.

Biting your lip, you reached up to run your thumb over his crows' feet. His eyes closed, blissfully relaxed beneath your touch. You knew how much he needed to find her. He could never forgive himself if anything happened to you, to Wrecker, or any of the cadets they'd just saved.

"I meant what I said that night," He whispered, eyes glistening as his forehead rested against yours, "We'll have our own family some day, something Kamino and the Empire won't ever be able to take from us. We just have to wait a bit longer."

You sniffled just a bit, and buried your face in his chest. You wrapped your arms around his torso, and when he wrapped his arms around you he leaned more of his body weight on you than he usually did. He felt frail, delicate even, like too much pressure in one place would snap him in half.

Hunter needed you, and you needed him.

"I'm coming with you," You whispered. He sighed with relief.

"Let's bring her home."

[cannellee]

alpha mikey with an omega who saw him with another omega who was all over him and he wasn't pushing the omega away so she runs away to kazutoras place crying?

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! kazutora x omega! reader (ft. alpha! mikey)

— how kazutora reacts to mikey's infidelity and how he comforts his omega

(I made mikey a bad person here, I hope that's what you had in mind, and not a misunderstanding/miscommunication trope?)

tw : cheating, angst to comfort

my masterlist : ☆

mikey never was one for huge displays of affection with you, or anyone for that matter. that's why you never actively questioned his lack of interest in hugging or touching you. you were just content the man accepted your courting gifts and let you stay by his side.

nonetheless, you couldn't help the growing pit in your stomach whenever he went out at night for one of his so called meeting. he always came back in the early morning, although emma's alpha always came back soon enough for then to spend the night together.

you also couldn't help for the troubled thoughts to make their way into your brain, screaming at you whenever he left you alone, anxious and neglected.

he was always there when you woke up, dark bags under his eyes, ruffled hair and crumpled clothes. he barely greeted you, excusing himself to go shower instead.

what he did all night long was a mystery. you could imagine anything all you wanted, mikey was like a closed book, never allowing anyone to look past cold facade.

it always was that way. but you foolishly thought that, with time and with a genuine affection for him, mikey would let himself relax and eventually confide to you.

however that day never came, and you were left in the dark by your own boyfriend. your relationship didn't even look like one, he barely scented you, the only hints of him on you were the stolen sweatshirts he carelessly left in his room. you took them in your nest quietly, making sure he never saw you doing so.

you remembered kazutora's advices on the matter. he would constantly tell you to just leave, that he was only making you miserable. "you don't deserve how he makes you feel".

he was always there to comfort you, to lend you a shoulder to cry on. he was quick to understand when something was wrong. and yet, despite his realistic warnings, you never really listened to him.

you felt like you were constantly walking on eggshells around mikey, deeply afraid to mess something up, and that all of your doubts would come true.

but your fear consumed you fully. and dread and curiosity made a bad combination. you didn't know what took over you when you left your apartment door a minute or two after him.

the cold air washed over you, sharply guiding you down the stairs, eyes slowly adjusting to the dark around you. you shivered, walking as softly as you could.

you stayed behind a huge statue during the whole meeting. you watched how he fiercely yelled at the kanto members, his voice raising cheers of approbation before the assembly was dissolved.

you remained hidden, observing everyone leaving, except for a few captains. they sat down on the stairs of the temple, with mikey towering over everyone.

you didn't know what to expect when a few more people joined in, clearly not affiliated with the gang considering their lack of uniform. you frowned upon the strange sight, some men you never saw and two girls.

you wondered what they were doing here when even you was not allowed to show up.

you waited, and pondered, and watched carefully and wait- what's going on? what are they doing ?

surely it wasn't what you thought right? you took in the scene before you, a veil covering your mind making it unable for you to think clearly.

why did it feel so cruel when it was something you actually already imagined happening whenever you were left in the empty space of your bed, whenever you couldn't know what he was up to.

you stood frozen in shock. her chest was pressed against him, she was whispering things you could only hate to imagine, hands caressing his thighs with a sultry look on her face.

your heart pounded hard in your own chest, the scene unfolding before you was like a cold shower. the intimate proximity made you feel nauseous and before you could even react, you body moved on its own and you left the place without looking back.

with tears in your eyes, you could still make out mikey's face : neutral, blank. it felt as if the omega embracing him didn't matter. it could've been you, or her. in the end, to him it was all the same.

you ran and ran, going as far as you could, not wanting to go home. you didn't want to come across him, to smell him, see him. you just wanted to dug yourself a hole and never come out of it.

your blurred vision made you stop in your tracks, heavily panting both from the rapid race you just experienced and the overwhelming wave of emotions consuming you.

you wished someone could just come and comfort you, the way you always dreamt mikey would do. you tried so hard to imagine a life he could never give you. it was hopeless and naive to believe he would change for the best. for you. you would laugh at yourself if you weren't feeling this low.

you started walking again, slower this time. you watched as you passed in front of the closed stores and neon lights. the familiar path guiding you to where you found solace the days you needed warmth the most.

you were exhausted, too tired to keep going on your own. you knocked on his door, waiting in silence and quiet sniffles. you heard noises coming closer behind the wall, and finally the door cracked open, revealing a freshly woken up kazutora.

you looked up at him, meeting his surprised face. "y/n ? hey, what's wrong? he asked, confused. it was the middle of the night, of course he would react this way. still you didn't have any plan to leave. this days, kazutora was the one giving you the most peaceful moments you've ever felt. that's why you ran up to him in your panicked state.

one, then two. and then you started shedding tears, salty drops rolling down your cheeks. your flushed face, dazed gaze and shivering form was a sight kazutora didn't expect to witness.

he had seen you broke down in tears in front of him a couple of times, but never quite like this. he didn't even have to question you, you didn't have to muster a single thing, kazutora knew what would make you seek out his home rather than yours.

"hey there, it's okay you can cry all you want, I've got you...", he wrapped his arms around you, dragging you inside the mellow comfort of his home. you let yourself be guided by his arms, going meekly along with him.

his chest felt nice, his reassuring scent felt nice, and that was all you needed after tonight. you were vulnerable, all your senses alert and distressed, instincts desperately searching for consolation and calm.

he carried you to his room with a gentleness that felt foreign. he laid you down in his bed, watching you for a moment.

"it's because of him, isn't it?" you nodded, not trusting your voice. he sighed, heart aching from seeing his favourite omega so miserably sad.

kazutora knew he wasn't the best person alive, especially after what his younger self did. but somehow, witnessing mikey breaking apart the only person he genuinely loved and cared about, bothered him greatly, to the point that he would've already confronted mikey about if it weren't for you and your desire to protect your alpha.

he felt sick in his stomach that such a sweet omega like you, could still look at mikey with hope and pure adoration in your eyes. even after how badly he treated you.

kazutora begged you several times to just leave him, frustration eating him up alive. couldn't you see how fucked up mikey is? he was beyond saving and he didn't even love you.

on the other hand, kazutora never missed a chance to show you patience and care. he made sure you could always find peace beside him, the thought of being your escape to your sad life consoled him.

he wished he was able to do much more for you. but you made it clear that he wasn't to interfere in your life. kazutora, despite how benevolent he is, couldn't suppress his instincts, constantly screaming at him to just snatch you away from this life you didn't deserve.

but he refrained himself, not wanting to attract your resentment. so he let it all happen, offering his support each time mikey's behaviour forced you to feel dejected.

but now he had you. he could feel the breaking point in your relationship with mikey. he sensed everything was all over.

"it's okay now, I'm here, and I'll never let anyone harm you again. I promise you", he could now watch over you, like he always wished.

he caressed your cheek, and you leaned into his soft touch. your breathing stilled, scent taking back its usual honeyed smell. you visibly relaxed, and with you, kazutora's face softened as well.

he successfully stopped your tears, "do you feel better now?" he asked you in a whisper.

"yes, I'm sorry for waking you up 'tora...", you watched him take your smaller hand in his, his thumb tracing soft circles on its back.

he reassured you, told you it was fine and that he was glad you looked for him instead of going back to that place and bottling up everything.

"are you going to go back there ?"

"what ?"

"you shouldn't y/n, he's an asshole. stay here, I'll take care of everything until you feel ready to move on. you won't have to worry about anything." he pleaded, eyes desperate to see you accept his offer.

kazutora just couldn't bare the thought of you going back to that bastard. you didn't have a home anymore now that things turned out this way, surely you would rely on him now ? he could show you how much better he can take care of you, he'll show you that he pays attention to you, to your interests, you'll never have to feel neglected again. he'll show how an alpha should have treated you.

you felt really comfortable in his embrace, allowing his fingers to run across your skin, kind hands brushing a strand of hair behing your ear.

you watched as he looked down at you fondly and you wondered how he could look at you that way, when mikey never once did. what about you made kazutora so worried about your safety and well being? did you even deserve such affection ?

he was always so gentle with the way he talked to you, choosing his words carefully as to make you feel comfortable. never crossing any lines, always so kind with his actions. you wondered when he started looking at you that way, but thinking about it, it seemed he always had a certain sadness lurking in his eyes whenever he watched you leave to join mikey.

"wouldn't that bother you?"

"of course not. you're really precious to me. keeping you safe is all that matters. please let me show you that I can protect and love you the way you deserve to be"

you closed your hands on his, smiling to yourself. genuine love felt great. "okay... thank you 'tora".

kazutora took that as his cue to come closer to you, cherishing the new proximity with you. he breathed in your scent he came to crave, putting his chin on top of your head after kissing your forehead softly.

more of his pheromones spread out, enveloping you in his fuzzy and warm scent which never failed to put you in a different kind of headspace.

being vulnerable around him was okay. you felt safe. and kazutora wouldn't have it any other way, having already promised himself that he would never let his sweet omega go through something like this again.

[holybibly]

Preview II Pretty Flushed | MATZ x Reader | Part II

My sweet precious bunnies! Do you know why I'm here today? Because I have something very special for you. The tag list for Pretty Flushed part two is officially open.

Enjoy a sneak preview of part two. Careful! read the warnings, I swear I will ruin you, so make sure you are comfortable with all that. Anyone who wants to be tagged, leave a comment below this post.

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Genre: smut, hybrids!Au

Word Count: ?

Summary: Debts must always be repaid, even if they are not your own, and you will learn this cruel lesson from your own bitter sweet experience.

Or where innocent bunnies are the most delicious dessert for the big bad wolf

WARNING: Unprotected sex, Mommy/Alpha! Seonghwa, Daddy/Alpha! Hongjoong, Omega/Bunny! Reader, hint of mхm, featuring Wooyoung pup, оral knotting, stomach bulge, vaginal knotting, breeding, fingering, choking, degrading, pet names, spit kink, size kink, face fucking, hair pulling, manhandling, threesomes, a lot dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, squirting, pussy slapping, dacryphilia, oral, cum eating, anal play, сreampie, overstimulation, possessive behavior, multiple orgasms, praise kink and more.

"Are you really so stupid that you still don't understand a thing, my little Fluffy? Is there anything else besides air in your pretty head? Or can you only think with your slutty cunt? But you know what? I understand you, bunny; you're just my little fuck doll, my clan's personal sperm dump."

Your sob is fear turned to sound, involuntarily bursting from deep inside your tightened throat. The grip on your hair tightens, pulling on your silken neck muscles to a point of palpable pain.

"I will be so kind to you, my princess, and remind you who you belong to. But only because I am sweet enough to forgive you this time and because the taste of your creamy cunt is still on my tongue." His velvety voice drops several octaves. It now resembles a dangerous animal growl. "But if you try to run away from me again, I'll rip your throat out. No matter how pretty and tight your pussy is or how much the puppies want to breed you. Maybe you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, but you're not irreplaceable. Do you understand me, Fluffy?"

The silk of his voice was a breath that tickled your ear - too sweet and gentle - lethal.

[no-m4gic]

Hi! I'm the anom who asked for the autistic reader and I loved your writing! So may I request the same THH characters but with a reader who's try to be the sunshine in their lives (example: help Chihiro to be himself), but is secretly depressed and hide It from them cause reader doesn't want to seem fragile?

Sorry If Is complex XD thx!

i have limited free time so i know im probably never gonna complete (another) request(s) today. also i discovered i have no idea how to write for hifumi and yasuhiro, so i'm gonna blacklist them and replace them with mukuro. felt like this request seemed like a good prompt for nagito and also i feel like i could replace ishimaru's one with komaeda's as an apology.

sorry if you wanted the girls too, i'll get on them as soon as i finish my work- i didn't have enough time to write for them. i'll write for ishimaru, too. sorry for missing a lot of characters!

p.s thanks guys for your support !! i appreciate it sm <33

that's a long title 😨

the tags are such a PAIN

~ mod sitaya

THH CHARACTERS W/ AN S/O WHO IS THEIR SUNSHINE BUT IS SECRETLY DEPRESSED

BYAKUYA TOGAMI

"damnit s/o, why didn't you tell me earlier? you know i wouldn't judge you."

money = happiness to him, so he wouldn't fully understand your pain. he'll still support you though, if you need anything he'll send one of his workers to get it for you.

i mean if you were gone, yeah, he'd definitely be upset, so whenever he couldn't understand, he'll just imagine how he'll be like if you died or something.

he'll hire a personal therapist for you, unless you want him to be your therapist... which trust me, he is not good at.

bro can't even comfort anyone without making them cry more.

since he can't comfort someone psychologically, he'll comfort them physically, though he'll only show displays of affection at home or when you guys are alone, n e v e r in public.

honestly at this point, he won't give a shit if you stain his rich people clothes with your tears, he can buy the same new clothes again.

he's not that desperate, but can you imagine byakuya singing his s/o a lullaby?

not really, but he'll tuck you into bed himself personally if you fall asleep while sobbing your eyes out.

if you don't, he'll ask if you wanna fly out of japan for awhile, on his rich people private jet.

it's the least he could do to repay you for helping him during his dark times.

MAKOTO NAEGI

"s/o. how could you hide this from me? did you think i was going to criticize you...?"

he wouldn't ask the million questions running through his head first, he'd hold you first.

you come before anything.

he'll hold you for as long as you'd like, letting you cry in his shoulder while he rubs your back and pats your head.

since you helped him show the others he isn't an 'omega male' and also chased everyone who bullied him away, he'll return the favor.

he'll tell the teacher that you weren't feeling well and needed some time to rest in your room.

also he'll bring you your homework so you don't have to get it yourself and do tons of paperwork at once after coming back.

you don't need a therapist, you have naegi tell them as your therapist.

he'll listen to you go on for the entire day, and if you need to break down, you can jump into his arms and break down, using his shirt as a handkerchief.

MONDO OOWADA

"damnit... who did this s/o?!"

honestly he might just break down too.

but then he'll tell himself he's gotta be a man, with balls in front of his s/o.

he'll put his coat around you and hug you, telling you that it's alright and you can let everything out.

you can take that in any way.

he feels really guilty whenever he has to leave you for training or a competition.

but he'll always come back with a gift and your favorite takeout.

if you ever wanna cuddle, go find him. he'll be more than happy to have a reason to hold you.

daily compliments whenever you two meet up.

CHIHIRO FUJISAKI

"s/o, it's okay. you're not hopeless, you're filled with hope, you still have so much more potential,"

he'll offer to accompany you to do some activities to keep your mind distracted and also to cheer you up.

something maybe like styling your hair and making it look ridiculous by putting tons of bright, glittery accessories on your hair.

he'd ask if sharing his own insecurities would help, maybe just so you know he has other countless insecurities than just him fearing showing the others he's a guy.

if making your hair look worse than junko's didn't cheer you up, chihiro would make up some stupid games like hop like a bunny into mondo's room or sing one of sayaka's songs outside makoto's room while he's showering.

speaking of sayaka's songs, he'll blast all her upbeat pop songs in the room and you two can dance your heart out.

LEON KUWATA

"i figured. now come here i'm gonna cuddle your sadness away!"

leon would definitely try to remain positive

the only good side would be that he could skip his daily weekday baseball training, since y'know he likes hates baseball.

but no, really, he'd have NO idea on how to comfort someone properly.

he'd ask what he could do to make you feel better.

as well as bring you out to get ice cream.

while you guys are out you may or may not encounter celestia's cat wandering around aimlessly... and bring it back to leon's room.

obviously you guys return her, maybe style her a little, watch leon get scratched by her and so on.

overall at least you recovered quickly and now everyone can see you smile again <3

BONUS ;; NAGITO KOMAEDA

NAGITO KOMAEDA

"oh s/o. you didn't have to hide it from me, hopeless trash like me don't have the right to judge hopeful people like you,"

well now it was his turn to have his clothes stained with tears.

countless outfits of yours have been stained with his tears, because whenever you'd return late (which was always) he'd think you left him or something, and the closest thing he has to you are your clothes.

he's clingy.

and he'll become clingier.

everywhere you go he'll follow you like a lost puppy.

lost puppy literally. he won't just follow you, he'll beg for your attention.

anyway... back to you, once you even mention you were upset he'd pull you into a tight hug.

imagine how long that tight hug would be with depressed.

verrrrrry verrry long.

he'd wish he didn't have to let go of you.

and he wouldn't. you'd have to literally wait for him to fall asleep just to work your way out his arms.

he'll shower you in compliments and bless you with encouragements.

if you wanted he could ask gundham for a cat or dog or something, or he'd blackmail gundham just to "borrow" the four dark devas of destruction for like 10 minutes before giving them back even though nagito would lie and say they'd forever be gone.

you want, he buy. literally, you just have to say "i want this" and you'll have it.

no more despair only hope.

IM SORRY ITS MISSING SO MANY CHARACTERS ANON 😭

[garfunklefield]

Carnation of the valley

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trans!sub!omega!Sanji/dom!alpha!Zoro Roronoa Warnings: Omega verse, dom/sub undertones, bratty Sanji, induced rut, oviposition, ovipositor Zoro, please google that, making out, intense breeding, poorly timed love confession, balls deep L bomb, implied Mpreg, knotting, abrupt ending, goodluck Word count: 3611 DESC: Zoro was never sexually active until he was much older. Some could call him a late bloomer but he preferred to say he had interest in other areas than women. For the longest time, he had assumed he was asexual or something, because how could beautiful women not tempt him? When he would see a woman or a sword, he’d go for the sword. Being gay or anything of that nature never crossed his mind until his friend Sanji was over.

The only thing I've written in the past 48 hours has been Zosan I'M GETTING TO YOUR REQUESTTTS

NOTES: I had this idea last night about ovipositor alpha Zoro and I had to make it happen! If you don't know ovipositor means an insect or fish that has an organ that deposits eggs, but it's also a fetish where you use a sex toy to shoot eggs inside ya - or at least I believe that's the name of the fetish. I've been dreaming about Sanji as an omega for so long you don't understand!! I've read so much omega Sanji I NEEDED to come up with my own thing! I might also play around with this ovipositor alpha thing and write more about it, maybe not this universe but something else regarding it. Also I love how its kind of just universal: Sanji IS AN OMEGA!!!!!!!!

Zoro was never sexually active until he was much older. Some could call him a late bloomer but he preferred to say he had interest in other areas than women. Besides, when it came down to it, women did not satisfy him in ways that a nice cold sip of beer could. No matter how many times they complimented him, or rode him till the cows came home, he never finished. It wasn’t their fault, his mind was always busy. Busy with life or busy with anything other than the naked women in front of him. 

For the longest time, he had assumed he was asexual or something, because how could beautiful women not tempt him? When he would see a woman or a sword, he’d go for the sword. Mainly because, in this day and age having an extensive sword collection was a bit of a flex. He enjoyed keeping his swords all around the walls of his house, in glass casing, and showing off every blade with a different story behind each one. Their craftsmanship was stunning, way more interesting than breasts. They were just … plumper pectorals. He enjoyed seeing men with bigger pecs anyway, it meant they had gained something he was working to achieve. 

Although the moss head did have to admit he stared a bit too long at the Calvin Klien billboards when he would walk past, or shirtless men on their runs in his neighborhood. To him though, he chalked it down to admiring their physique and aspiring to be like them, even if they were on the scrawnier side. Being gay or anything of that nature never crossed his mind until his friend Sanji was over. 

It was a day like any other, he was having girl troubles and coming over as an excuse to lay it all on his friend with no consequence. The other man didn’t mind, he had nothing better to do. Besides, what’s funnier than hearing the omega womanizer having issues with his alpha girlfriends? Why was it he so attracted to alphas in particular? No matter who it was it was always brought up that she was an alpha. 

Zoro sat himself down beside his friend on his couch, leaning back as he listened to him ramble, “And she doesn’t even call me back, but then she wants me to call her back! I just can’t with women sometimes.” He scoffed, although they both knew he’d be calling her back later that night. He was so obvious when it came to women, and women were just complex. They weren’t like swords or men, men were more interesting to read. Men never liked to open up right away, making him want to dig deeper to find the jewels beneath the surface. Men made him feel funny when they stared too long or touched his muscles. But truthfully, the man never liked it when anyone would touch his arms without asking. So he ruled it out as purely that, nothing more. As for the staring? He had no way to rationalize it.

“What if you just… I dunno, dated men?” He asked, looking up at his ceiling. It was never something he considered for himself, but for Curly, sure! He could see it for him 100%. It would fix all his issues, aside from being obvious. No, men like Zoro [not that he considered himself a candidate for Sanji] took a lot more effort to uncover. But that was the best part. Just like finding a sword on EBAY, the elusive reward was very profitable.

Sanji sputtered a bit, the few words he was going to say dying on his tongue. To say he looked horrified was an understatement. Had he said something wrong? He didn’t know his chef friend was an omega and homophobic. The blonde's cheeks raised with red burns of embarrassment and his eyes glared holes into his friend's skin. Was it wrong to say he should try men if women were so damn hard for him? If he found them to be difficult, go to something that would be easier on the brain. A more soothing puzzle. Zoro found men hard to figure out in a way that was mentally stimulating not outright annoying. 

“What are you implying … Moss?” Was all he managed to say, trying to hide behind a mask of horror when something else lurked deeper. And he knew there was something else behind those blue eyes. 

“I mean, go for a better chase than something confusing,” he clarified, again, not thinking much about it at all. 

“And what do you consider a better chase?” There was something different in his tone that made Roronoa stop and slowly blink a few times, before focussing his eyes on his friend's face. Well if he wasn’t gay he was definitely questioning it now. He had to admit, there were times when his mind would wander during … self-pleasuring activities [especially in his rut], and he would find himself imagining Sanji bent over and begging for mercy. But, that had to be normal in some way. Everyone had thoughts about their friends every now and then. 

Yet, this voice Sanji was putting on, was doing something to him. Not to mention that stare. It was something unsure, but it said ‘If you’re down, I’m down’. Down for what exactly? Exploring each other? Pleasuring each other in ways he knew he could? Even if he never finished with women he always intended that they would. Putting people's pleasure above his own was something Zoro did even in his personal life. He couldn’t help but serve others as a way to make himself feel good. There was a word for it but he could never remember it.

“Well…” His voice was low, trying to be seductive. But the moss wasn’t very good at being flirty, especially in this new territory. I mean, were men just like women when it came to flirting? Did he just have to use the same lines but switch ‘nice tits’ to ‘nice bulge’? “…A man is a better chase, I feel.” He ended up spitting out, pressing his lips together. 

Vinsmoke was looking at him, waiting for him to make a move it was obvious. God, he was submissive too, wasn’t he? Was that why he wanted all alpha women? So they could toss him around and let him be their little sex slut? He didn’t want to admit it, but thinking about that was doing a number on his breathing. It was labored and border lining on mere pants between breaths than actual, well, breaths. All he could see was his friend before him, staring at him with a level of thirst he had never seen before. All by a simple misworded error. And yet he was willing to risk their friendship on that for some fun? Hell, if he was down, Zoro was down. 

It wasn’t until then, that he had decided his next move that the pheromones hit him. Slowly, they began to fill his nose and pretty much soon his whole house would be bulging with that scent. It was citrus and honey- no sweeter than that. It was something he’d find in a bakery, of course with the chef everything came back down to baking or cooking. It was easy on the senses. Almost like an instant relaxer.

“Curls-” He went to speak but was interrupted by an impatient, “Oh my god, do I have to ask?” Roronoa blinked at the man before him and he let the other continue, “Do you want me to hold your hand while I ask you to fuck me or are you gonna grow some balls and do it?” 

Oh right, he was an annoying pain in his ass. 

He was wondering now, even through all his thoughts and fantasies, what was the most satisfying part? What was it that made the image of his friend being pounded into oblivion, hot? The fact that he wasn’t just an omega or a sub, but the fact he was a submissive bratty omega. Something about how he ground the moss’s gears was getting him off in more ways than he could count, probably eliciting a wave of pheromones from his body. He knew his scent well, something musky and warm rather than that sweet shit Sanji was practically oozing. And he knew just a bit of an Alpha’s smell was enough to cause an animalistic urge to grow in an Omega, even if he didn’t want there to be. 

Zoro felt his body lean forward, almost on its own before he spoke, trying to have that air of dominance he knew women liked so much, “Oh you want me to fuck you now, huh?” Then he smirked, just a small pull at the corner of his lips. Just enough that it looked effortless, rather than a calculated move he had practiced in front of the mirror before a date. It was something women liked, and Sanji liked women, so he would probably like that too. 

Sanji swallowed, another fierce blush rushing up his cheeks and down the bridge of his nose. He hadn’t expected that, had he? He was all bark and no bite. All those words, all that taunting, and all that bullshit was just that, bullshit. The Omega was a brat but more importantly, he was a sub, and what did subs always do? Submit. 

The green-haired man continued to lean, before he knew it pressing his weight into his hands to hover. Hover just enough to get into the cook's space and just enough he was able to get the rest of his body onto the couch. So, like a predator to prey, he began to inch forward, a hungry look in his eyes. This was arousal. This was something he hadn’t experienced with someone else to such ferocity. With women, sure, he’d get horny. But he wasn’t itching with lust, or oozing with pheromones that it was stifling. The air was thick and they hadn’t even touched each other. Were words really just that powerful? 

“M-Moss…” Vinsmoke trailed off, leaning backward, evading his touch just for the thrill of it. When Zoro finally did touch him, it was fire. His hand brushed against the other’s side and he couldn’t help it, leaning down to brush their noses together. It was more intimate than he intended, this whole thing was way more intimate than he ever meant for it to be. If this was supposed to be a hookup, it felt more intense. There was a flame that had been ignited, a flame that had been dormant for so long. Something that had always lingered, waiting to be struck. 

“Have I grown some balls yet, bitch?” He smiled, almost tauntingly as the man pulled back. It was a teasing move but he couldn’t help it. In some way, the moss liked to see his friend pout and get all worked up. It was kind of … cute. Yeah, cute. 

Sanji let out a huff, just as expected, lifting his hand to gently smack his friend's cheek. He went to speak, but his hand lingered for too long and it was sending the Alpha into shock. Had he always been this soft? This warm? And not to mention the Omega’s hair too, it was so radiant. Full of life, color, and texture, even in this position. 

Zoro pressed his nose into his friend's cheek, just inhaling before he spoke, “That’s what I thought.” All bark no bite, just the way he liked it. Then, like a bottle to his lips, their mouths connected. Sparks, practically, flew from his mind as they melted together. It was slow, but it was making something build deep inside him. Just the action alone, of skin on skin and lips on lips was sending shockwaves down his spine. Then he heard the blonde begin to whimper into the kiss, opening his mouth for more leverage and bucking his hips up just enough for some kind of stimulation. But when the other man moved his knee in between the Omega’s legs, he didn’t feel a bulging press to his thigh, but instead a warm wetness. The swords collector pulled back from the kiss, blinking a few times. Oh. 

“Something to tell me love cook?” He raised his eyebrows knowingly, although they were far from being all judgy. In all fairness, he couldn’t care less about genitals or what anyone had going on down there. Whether it was balls or a clit, if it was a guy he’d fuck it. Oh … so then he was gay. 

It dawned on the man; It was just women that he wasn’t into. 

“Surprise, Marimo. What? I thought you’ve had sex before. Is this too strange?” Sanji teased, voice dripping with want and desire. They both knew they were far too horny to care about each other's parts. Instead, he focused on that tone, god, that tone. It was gravaly, just low enough to be a murmur. It was driving the moss absolutely insane how wrapped around his finger he was. 

As an answer, their lips met again, pulling and molding into one. He was on fire, in a way he had never been. Worse than a rut or … Was this what a true rut felt like? To be so fucking horny you could barely think? To only want the Omega beneath you who was causing it? All the while they kissed, that sub was grinding his clothed wetness against Zoro’s mid-thigh. It was clear, it was involuntary. And, god, that made it hotter. He wanted to fuck him so bad, he wanted to be inside his cunt and pump him deep with eggs, thousands of eggs. Get him so pregnant and full that he couldn’t even move. God, that would be nice, right? Making Sanji such a perfect father and making sure he’d never have to move a finger.

He could just imagine a life with him, a life with … Sanji. 

“Sanji,” he forced out, straining against his pants and pulling back from the kiss. Their faces were pressed together, sweat mixing and breathing heavy, “I think… I like you.” Then they kissed again, teeth on teeth and tongues on tongues before he pulled back again, “I mean it… I think I really want to impregnate you.”

“Mm Marimo… I like you to- what.” The cook put two hands on his friend's shoulders and pushed him back so they could make eye contact. His blue eyes were staring back into the man’s dark and brooding ones, trying his hardest to search them. Roronoa was being genuine. I mean, he hadn’t thought about it until that very moment, but he really cared about the blonde. He cared so much for him, and they had practically known each other forever. He couldn’t remember a day going by without seeing him, or even texting him. 

“You want to… impregnate me?” Vinsmoke finally whispered, looking with intensity in his eyes. I mean, when was the last time they were reckless? If they both loved each other, why didn’t they start a family? It almost felt right at that point to be with him, it always had. He was right. He was always right. 

“I think.. Yeah, yeah I do.” He nodded slowly. It was silent, no noise but their breathing as they watched each other. Was this the wrong thing to say? Did Sanji not feel the same? Was this just going to scare him away instead of inviting him in? 

Sanji swallowed and let his eyes flutter closed, “Do it.” 

“What.”

“Impregnate me!” He opened his eyes and frowned at the moss, “Do it before I change my mind, idiot.” Well, he didn’t have to be told twice. That was it, on an impulse decision and an impromptu rut, they were starting a family. Their lips met feverishly, pecking a few times before Zoro took the Omega deep in his mouth and groaned at the sensation. He was doing something with his tongue that was utterly making him leak in his jeans. He needed to get them off and put himself deep in the other’s wetness or there’d be trouble. 

They kissed, slobbering all over each other as his hands wandered. Big and burly, they fumbled a bit with Sanji’s jean buttons before the smaller one slapped him away to do it himself. If he wasn’t about to explode, he would have cared. Instead, the green-haired one focused on his own pants. They slid down to his knees and off came his underwear. The air was cold on his cock, as it sprung from its confinements. Already, it was leaking a bit of precum with soggy eggs floating from his tip. Each time they passed his urethra he struggled to breathe out, hitching in his throat and moaning gutterally. 

“God, Zoro… You’re so hot…” Sanji smiled, pulling from the kiss to wipe his mouth. His hips lifted ever so slightly to pull both his jeans and underwear down. If the Alpha got sight of that pretty pussy he knew he’d have the hardest time pulling himself away, forcing his mouth onto his swollen clit. Just the thought made him groan. He needed to be inside him it started to hurt. Not just in his dick but in his skin, in his face, everywhere. If he didn’t have that blonde cook he was going to lose his damn mind. 

“I need…” Zoro pressed his face down into his friend's shoulder, letting his hand trail to his dick to align it with the other man's entrance, “To.. to be inside you.. Bad.” And once his tip touched that warm wetness he nearly came. God, it was so warm and plush, expanding to fit him as he thrust forward. 

“A-ah~” Sanji gasped at the sensation, feeling his Alpha’s cock stretch out his cunt. He wasn’t hung by any means, but safe to say his dick wasn’t small. The smaller one’s arms wrapped around the moss’s head, pulling him in and gripping bits of green hair. “D-da.. ah.. Damn, Marimo.. You mm.. F- fuck!” 

And Roronoa pulled himself out, just to slowly sink back inside him. Slow, that’s the pace he wanted to take. He was going to savor this and press their bodies together, feel skin upon skin as he fucked him. Every inch of his penis was inside his friend- no lover's pussy, squelching slightly. That’s how it was, as much self-control as he mustered, he made his strokes painfully slow. It was perfect for the blonde, making him squirm with pleasure. Every moment, every touch of his tip was pleasuring the Omega’s G-spot. His cockhead was kissing it slowly and gently, brushing against it in a way that he never wanted to end, making him cry out in ecstasy. But when his lover started to pick up the pace, it wasn’t long before he’d spill all over the Alpha’s throbbing cock. 

Zoro couldn’t stomach going slow anymore. He had to cum, he had to get Sanji pregnant. It was basically embedded in his DNA, every moment of his life was leading up to this orgasm. Every second he breathed was another second he was balls deep inside his lover. Someone he really cared about. When he heard the cook whimper, it was sending shivers down his spine. As long as the other one was pleased, he’d get off. And that’s what started to push him over the edge into a prolonged orgasm, something that was starting to swell at the base of his dick [literally]. 

The Alpha pushed himself back, so he could be face to face with Sanji, who at this point was a snivling mess. He was crying out in pleasure at every second he could, every stroke and every thrust. When Zoro started to spill, splattering bout after bout of white eggs into Sanji’s womb, was when he let out a cry, “I.. I love you.. A-ah f-f.. Fuck!! I.. a- ahah.. Mmm.. S-..shit!” He thrust forward, letting the sensitivity of his urethra overtake him in pure bliss. Every time an egg [and these were very small, so like 50 at a time pass through each splatter] would pass through his slit he was closer to losing his mind and closer to passing out. 

I haven’t even gotten to Sanji. 

He was sobbing, tears rolling down his eyes as he came to his bliss. When his lover started to breed him, fully knotting him deep with his cum, he was done for. He climaxed almost instantly as he was filled, thrusting his hips forward to ride out his waves of pleasure as best as he could. 

The sensitivity didn’t subside for either of them, as Zoro’s cockhead’s leakage slowly began to turn to a dribble, rather than an open faucet. Of course, now that he was knotted, they were stuck for a bit. He let out a breath of air as he came down, a relaxing buzz filtering through his mind. So that was what sex was like. No wonder his blonde was such a pervert, sex was amazing! It felt as though he was one with Sanji without even trying. He molded their souls together in a way that could never be undone, never be touched again. The bigger man rested his head against his Omega’s neck, trying to steady his breathing. Vinsmoke’s eyes were closed as he was inhaling, almost purring through his breaths. It was relaxing as the two rested against each other, trying to come down from that high. 

“Zoro,” he heard a faint voice whisper, “I think I love you too.”

[hard-core-super-star]

rubix's masterlist [find my series masterlist here]

disclaimer: don't forget to read the warnings on each individual fic [minors do not interact with my smut fics]

kate bishop

come back home...(i'm afraid of disappearing) aka kate comes home after a rough night out patrolling the city to find you waiting for her. despite the argument the two of you had earlier in the day, you do everything in your power to comfort your girlfriend.

i think i love you still aka you've spent four years trying to understand the complicated mess of thoughts that make up kate bishop. after dealing with the pain of her absence, and the more significant pain of her return, you finally get it right.

my ears fill with the sound of you kneeling [SMUT] aka you and your girlfriend explore a slightly unconventional form of comfort after you catch her slipping into her self-destructive tendencies again.

no such things as good grief aka you always knew being a superhero came with a long list of dangers but it turns out you weren't quite ready to deal with someone else suffering for your mistakes.

you can see it with the lights out aka enduring a storm and a subsequent power outage with kate bishop by your side might not be the worst thing in the world.

bleeding me dry like a goddamn vampire [SMUT] aka a failed mugging leads to you discovering kate's biggest secret...and her finding out yours.

can you see right through me? aka you're notoriously bad at archery and somehow even worse at keeping yourself together around a certain kind-eyed archer.

for your love, i'll do whatever you want [SMUT] aka omega heats are incredibly unbearable, thankfully kate knows just what to do to make you feel better.

i'm all skeleton and melody aka kate calls for backup when she realizes how underprepared she is to help you deal with your grief over losing may.

searching for redemption [SMUT] aka a multiversal anomaly grants you and your girlfriend the opportunity to explore some of your more...intense desires.

i wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters [SMUT] aka things take a surprising turn when kate's alternate self shows up in the middle of an ongoing [slightly public] battle between you and your archer.

what your hands were made for [SMUT] aka kate ruins a cute moment by getting a little too excited about you wearing her hoodie.

make you mine this season aka a badly timed snowstorm leaves you unable to make it to the barton farm for christmas. thankfully, a certain archer shows up to keep you company.

kissing in the crossfire aka you and kate are better off apart. unfortunately, you can't stay away from each other long enough to realize some puzzle pieces aren't meant to fit together.

caught myself aka kate's competitiveness gets in the way of her seeing you for who you truly are.

ain't that the kicker aka the morning after your late-night encounter with kate doesn't go quite as planned...and neither does the day after that or the day after that.

underneath my skin aka it takes a few tries but after kate shows up unannounced at wanda's cabin, you finally make things right.

when it rains aka when the threat of relapsing rears its head, kate does her best to support you...even when you try to push her away.

why we ever [SMUT] aka forgiveness comes in many different shapes. thankfully, you and kate find the one that works best for both of you.

hold you in my arms tonight [SMUT] aka kate's spending another late night at the office and you do what you always do best: distract her enough so she'll pay attention to you instead

hailee steinfeld

frequency of all we know... aka you and your girlfriend share an intimate moment during the Vanity Fair afterparty.

it's you that i've been missing aka a quiet morning with hailee leads to an invitation to move in with her…and the creation of her new song.

coming up for air aka when you're drowning under the weight of your thoughts, hailee becomes the life jacket that keeps you afloat.

sneaking out into town, holding hands, just killing time. aka amidst the chaos of the across the spider-verse press tour, and the unavoidable PR stunts she has to do to cover up your relationship, your girlfriend finds comfort in you.

guess we lied [SMUT] aka you and your ex had sworn you would never let each other back into each other's bed. it looks like you both lied.

karma is the girl on the screen coming straight home to me aka having to do interviews with your girlfriend comes with its own set of challenges. thankfully, you always have each other's back.

stars by the pocketful aka going to crappy award shows was never something you found enjoyable. lucky for you, your girlfriend takes it upon herself to change that.

my thoughts will echo your name aka you meet your biggest crush at a party and let her slip past your fingers. thankfully, your feelings aren’t as one-sided as you thought.

remind me i'm alive aka your day off takes a sudden turn when your best friend's sister decides to finally make a move after silently pining after you for far too long.

honeycomb aka you decide to let your kids help you bake a cake for your wife and cute chaos ensues.

shock to your system aka your move to new york isn't as panic-free as you would have hoped but thankfully, your girlfriend knows just what to do to help.

with friends like you, who needs friends? aka you had always said relationships weren't for you but a certain brunette seems hellbent on proving you wrong.

meet me there, i'll give you your roses aka just because you two are supposed to be keeping your relationship a secret doesn't mean you can't have some fun with it.

one step forward, three steps back aka when hailee tries to convince you to ride the publicity wave and appear in her new music video, you’re forced to accept the truth of your feelings for her.

deep blue, you painted me golden aka the ups and downs that come with secretly dating under the watchful eye of the media prove to be too much for you and hailee...so you decide to come up with a solution yourselves instead of giving in to the chaos.

keep on coming back for more aka you don't really like surprises...unless they involve a certain brunette and your favorite song.

get her back! aka you and hailee try to get your relationship back on track while shooting the sunkissing music video. it’s easier said than done though, especially since the line between love and hate blurs more and more every day.

sinking deeper into you [SMUT] aka your girlfriend is the sweetest person you've ever met and yet you can't help but try to get her out of her shell for a night.

the sweetest torture one could bear aka when you and hailee are flown out on vacation to promote your growing 'relationship', you find out there's more than meets the eye when it comes to the actress...and your feelings for her.

like words left unsaid aka hailee can't ever seem to keep her eyes off of you and you can't really complain about that.

my rotten mind and how much it worships you aka you and hailee slowly figure out your feelings for each other and start to do something about them instead of arguing.

you're my morning sun aka a look through your fondest memories featuring your wife and the chaos that comes with forming a family.

is it cool that i said all that? aka doing interviews with your girlfriend is all fun and games until someone gets too comfortable with their questions.

a kiss to every scar [SMUT] aka hailee sets out to show you the ropes of acting on a tv show...unfortunately, your very obvious crush on her distracts her enough to stop being so professional.

make every mistake aka you run into your ex at the vanity fair party, almost a full year after your breakup, and are forced to accept some hard truths.

yelena belova

passive-aggressive magic tricks aka a fun game night with your friends takes a turn when they realize how much of a soft dork the russian turns into when she's around you.

wanda maximoff + natasha romanoff

romance is not dead, if you keep it just yours [SMUT] aka your girlfriends set out to make your birthday as memorable as possible.

carol danvers

bare your soul 'til it's naked [SMUT] aka you and carol experiment with switching up your usual roles and accidentally discover something new.

[jiijux]

A coward?

(M/N) x Light Yagami ➹Omegaverse - Alpha (M/n) / Omega Light

Summary: Unlike others, the way you approached Light is different and weirdly enough he finds it amusing considering your status.

You we're just like any other people he met but the difference is that when you approached him, you never manage to even make a long conversation and when you're done, you just start running away.

He thought it was quite weird as he heard from others you were an alpha, usually Light's perception of an alpha is someone who is aggressive and quite sometimes too pushy but you're quite the opposite.

It's almost amusing how when he approaches you, you always manage to get suprised like.. A cat. Immediately jumped away, though he can see quite the resemblance.

Even if you're like that, you're the most tolerable alpha he ever met because you only talk to him about assignment and his interest. And never showed interest in himself at all.

Sometimes Light wondered if you're oblivious or just that stupid because the way you use your words and put them together to create something the most out of context but he didn't mind as long it's you.

While other alpha would try to get with him by constantly trying to get his attention, you instead randomly gives him something like chocolate with letters on them or even just a letter.

He can't deny its quite adorable and there's been strange feeling in him whenever you give these things to him.

He forgot to point out you're always socializing with your friends but when it comes to him you suddenly become quiet and introverted. He can't understand why but he guesses that's what makes you unique.

What makes him concerned is the amount of money you have because you spend it on buying chocolates and other stuff to give to Light. He couldn't guess if it's your way of telling him you show interest in courting him.

"You don't look sweet as you used to." Ok (M/n) what do you mean by that? Sure you giving him chocolate makes it better but he wanted you to elaborate.

"You don't look.. Healthy or.. Uhh" or what (M/n)? Are you serious, you're running away that easily now? Guess he can't do anything other than accept the chocolate again. He can't deny it's quite amusing.

What Light can't deny is the fact you're popular around others even though in Light's perspective, you're.. Just a coward? Maybe.

One time you were getting too close with an omega and Light know for fact that the omega was showing interest in you, not that he was pissed off but the omega was just invading your privacy, you were just close with them than you are with him. It's almost seems like he is jealous.

Light knows you don't show interest in him or do you actually shows interest? That's the question he couldn't guess but judging by your actions towards him and other people, it seems like he was quite the special one.

Light can't deny that there's been feeling developed around your relationship with him but at the same time he wants to wait for you to tell him you like him.

But when you do actually confessed that you liked him, he is more than happy willing to be with you because you're the most tolerable alpha he ever met, surprisingly.. Sweet too.

You would constantly give him something and a few letters all the time, he always finds them stuck on his school locker, Light at this point can't hide his happiness and being treated nicely.

Though sometimes Light underestimate your knowledge as both of you can sometimes debate about assignments and it was entertaining as it was since it's you.

He was sure that if there's anyone he ever wanted to he mate with, it would be you.

(Infact this is how I literally act with my girlfriend, I once asked her "do I look weird?" And she said "don't you always do?" I cannot deny that at all.)

Edit: I was gonna show this to her and see how she feels but I'm like "this legit happened in real life, minus the omegaverse one" and I'm too embarrassed to share this shit

[the-genius-az]

Azula Beta and her three girlfriends!

@blorboazula I invoke you!

Ps: I made the list longer, I hope everything is perfect and understandable.

Azula had to investigate many times and even stay awake to have all the information possible about the Alphas and Omegas.

Azula didn't even realize that the three of them were courting her.

Azula has no idea why two beautiful Omegas and a beautiful Alpha are in love with her.

Azula doesn't smell anything except a little cherries and smoke, and the pheromones of her three girlfriends.

The Beta has to stay still for hours while her three girlfriends bite her to leave their marks and pheromones.

Azula's body is always marked, with anything from her three girlfriends, bites, hickeys, semen and other fluids, and etc.

She is proud to be a Beta, although there was a time where she felt like she was an experiment for Mai and Ty Lee because she is a beta and betas don't mate.

In the asylum, she didn't understand why the beautiful Omega from Avatar stayed to help her, much less did she understand when she kissed her.

He never realized about the silent fury between Mai and Ty Lee with Katara, and vice versa.

He thought that Katara was in love with Mai and Ty Lee, and that they were in love with Katara too.

She didn't know that in reality the three of them were angry and jealous, that there was a possible competition for her.

Mai, along with Ty Lee, made an alliance with Katara to have Azula, only the three of them were allowed to be with Azula, did anyone else want her? Well, he appeared dead on the hill later.

Azula thought that her citizens were afraid of her when she left the asylum and toured the capital, without realizing that it was because three girls followed her with their pheromones impregnating her.

Azula is tired because she has to mate with three people, sometimes she just runs away... in vain.

Betas have both genitals...something that Mai, Ty Lee and Katara took advantage of.

Sometimes Katara gets jealous and envious when she thinks about Azula's past with Mai and Ty Lee.

Sometimes Mai and Ty Lee are jealous and sad because Azula already has someone else just in case, and is no longer completely dependent on them.

When they have children it is the only time Azula envies her wifes because she cannot mark them as her puppies with pheromones.

Ironically, it is Azula who is in charge of making the nest for the three of them, because none of the three likes the nest that the other makes.

All three of his wives think that Azula would be a perfect Alpha or Omega, she meets almost all the stereotypes of both dynamics.

[linskywords]

Hiii Matthew switch anon here again (loving how it keeps evolving omg it makes my day when other anons come up). Kinda wish sometimes that dom/sub and a/b/o could mesh because I love mcmattdrai with switch Matthew but I would also love if that included scenting and scent blockers and suppressants. Just think of the possibilities like the DRAMA it could cause. The MAYHAM. Like:

Matthew uses a scent blocker. His dad has always made him. “keep your mind on hockey and not those dumb dynamics” (notably Brady’s dynamic was never dumb and he doesn’t use suppressants).

Matthew drives Leon crazy and he doesn’t know why. Sends him into a fury on the ice. Connor and Leon are bonded or going to bond, took them a while to get there but theyre so stupid for each other… but the scents just still a little… off. Not wrong. Like somethings… missing. But they’re it for each other and they know it. Must be nature fucking up.

During an all star game off the ice, maybe after in the club, halfway to drunk, M gets close to C and L and…. Shit they smell good. SO good. and immediately, Matthew feels it snap into place. That’s his dom, and his sub, and he sways forward without thinking, he doesn’t have to, that’s where he belongs… and Leon turns towards him- With a snarl and annoyance on his face. He steps in front of Connor, guarding him. And it hits Matthew- they cant smell him, and even if he could… they HATE him. They wouldn’t even want him if they knew.

Leon snaps “what do you want”. Matthew, the light fading from his eyes “nothing. Sorry.” He walks away, his chest already starting to hurt. His entire body screaming at him to turn around, go back. But he doesn’t. Hockey comes first, it would never work anyway. Even if they did want him, which they don’t. Won’t. This was always going to be the case for him. It’s better they’ll never smell him, never know.

Years go by. One day, Matthew scent blockers/suppressants start fail. He’s been on them too long. he walks past Leon and Leon… Leon swings around because that’s IT, that’s what’s missing that’s the scent they’ve been looking for, and he looks and… of course fucking Tkachuk’s in the way right now… but there’s no one behind him.

And Leon understands in that moment, locking eyes with Matthew… that Matthew knows. He HAS known. And Matthew… he panics. He knew there would be disgust on Leon’s face, but he never needed to actually see it. It’s the one thing he just can’t take. His dynamic brain can’t take, his dom rejecting him.

His scent spikes with distress, with loneliness, with heartbreak. He runs. He drops.

And Leon… what would he dooooooo 👀👀👀

OH MY GOD.

Okay, first of all, YES to the idea of dom/sub with scenting and bonding. (It's funny, my guess is that this is circling back to something closer to how a/b/o probably started, with an exaggerated alpha/omega dynamic that has a lot of d/s overtones. But then a/b/o has a lot of markers of gender, and you want to complicate that by not having a dominant personality always end up as the alpha and so on. So a/b/o becomes a lot more variable, and then it gets recombined with d/s here to bring back some of that binary it's so satisfying to play with. I don't know if the actual history of a/b/o reflects that, but that's my guess.)

And also all the yes to this plot idea, omg. Anon you have GONE OFF. I mean, I think you should probably write this entire fic, but in my mind here's what happens next:

Connor's the one who finds Matthew. Matthew ran away fast enough that Leon lost track of him, and his scent blockers are failing but not enough for tracking purposes, so Leon is frantic, trying to find him. Leon runs up to Connor: "We have to find Matthew. He's our bondmate."

Connor, beyond confused: "Our what??"

Leon: "I...I don't know, I just..."

Connor: "...okay, okay, we can worry about that later. Let's find him."

So Connor goes and looks for him, not really sure what Leon's going on about -- did something happen between Leon and Matthew that Connor doesn't know about? Connor hopes not -- and then when he finally does find Matthew, Matthew's obviously in subdrop, which is extra weird because Connor thought he was a dom. But now that Connor thinks about it he doesn't remember ever smelling Matthew's scent at all. He can smell him faintly now, and he doesn't smell quite like a sub, but it's hard to tell because mostly all he can smell is distress.

Now, Connor's not a dom, but he knows how to deal with a person in subdrop. He gets down on his knees and wraps his arms around Matthew and stops him from gnawing on his hand and starts whispering soothing things to him. Once Matthew calms down a little, Connor gets out his phone and calls Leon and gets him to come join them. Leon shows up, wild-eyed, and Matthew's scent just -- spikes through the roof, alarm and longing and despair all tangling together and making even Connor dizzy. But Leon just gets down right next to them and wraps his arms around them both.

Matthew stiffens a little, at first. And then he goes absolutely boneless against Leon. He had started to relax against Connor before Leon got there, but that was nothing to this: this is like he set down a burden of a thousand pounds he'd been holding for years and years and now suddenly he can collapse. He's nosing into Leon's neck and whimpering. Leon has his hand around the back of Matthew's neck, fingers brushing his scent glands, and he's saying things to him in the low and steady voice that Connor's heard so many times in his own scenes with Leon. "You're okay now. We're here. We're not going to let you go."

Connor's not too sure about this at first. Seeing Leon with his hand around someone else's neck, talking to him like that -- but Matthew's scent is changing. It's blossoming, it's growing warm and full, not faint at all anymore, and suddenly it's the best thing Connor's ever smelled. He wants to keep inhaling and never stop. He wants to bury his own nose in Matthew's neck and get it straight from the source. And so he does, gets his face in there right next to Leon's fingers and breathes deep, and he feels something settle in him. Something that he never wanted to admit was unsettled in his relationship with Leon, because he loves Leon, their relationship is great, it would have broken Connor's heart to even consider the idea that they might not be the right fit together. But now Leon's scent is fanning out over both of them, layering with Matthew's, and this is it. This is what Connor wanted without ever having any idea. This is how the three of them fit together: perfectly.

[cyberrose2001]

Girl, I have a good one for you. If you recall the episode s2 ep21 in TFP when Prime got the Starsaber destroyed. He had a bit of an attitude at the end. Sure, everyone could understand why, but it makes you curious.

Place a f!human reader, supposely close to him. She cannot stand him acting this way and basically yells and bitches at him. In the end, he argues back which frighten her since she hasn't seen him mad. She runs only for him to come and apologize leading to confession and a nice NSFW!!

Consequences

TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

I'm so sorry that this took waaay longer than intended, my word doc glitched and didn't save half of it so I had to rewrite the rest from memory :(

Either way, Medli, your requests are always so delicious to write, and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Overstimulation, orgasm denial, oral sex.

Word count: 2531

You can't stand him being like this, cold and distant. Optimus had just returned from retrieving the first set of the precious Omega keys that supposedly would revive Cybertron, but only with great sacrifice.

It was bad enough that Optimus thought he had lost another team member at the hands of Megatron, our rookie who tends to bite off more than he can chew. He hid his emotions well, but at that point, you could tell in his optics that he was about to snap. A force that you were sure would send shockwaves throughout the team and across the cosmos.

You knew that impact was evident when you watched Optimus walk through the ground bridge with a shattered Star Saber. A powerful weapon forged by the Primes solely delivered for Optimus's use is now destroyed, broken beyond repair. You can feel his EM field in the air, instantly dampening the atmosphere in the room. It's heavy, laden with sorrow and, worst of all, silent.

He hadn't said a word to you. Not even a glance or a nod. Nothing, nada. He skipped past everyone's worried looks and made a bee-line to the base computer, where the next set of Iacon coordinates remained projected onto the screen, waiting for him to decode them. The emotions on Optimus's face were difficult to read, a mixture of despair, desolation and, most of all, focus, all colliding behind these brilliantly blue optics you've come to love and drown yourself in.

But those hardened eyes won't prevent you from giving him a stern talking-to. You've grown close with the stoic leader for the short time you've known him compared to his potential billion-year lifespan. You're not afraid to tell him to take a break or say things how it was, no matter his intellect. And right now, the Prime needs a break.

You slowly approach him from behind. Even when he is helm deep in the monitor's circuits, you are sure he can still hear you. After all, Archivists were the eyes and ears of his home planet. You give him a light tap on his pede to try and draw his attention to you.

"Hey." You call out to him. His frame is unmoving, delicate servos feverishly typing away. He hadn't seemed to notice you, or maybe he was ignoring you. You give him another firm tap of your foot, which turns into kicking.

"HEY!" You yell to him, "I know your ears work. Get your head out of the computer and stop ignoring me!"

That got his attention. His servos stopped in their tracks, but his back still faced you. He seems to be listening.

"You need to take a break. You're overworking yourself." You fold your arms, "Those coordinates can wait. You can't decode them properly while your processor fries from lack of recharge."

"I'm fine." He says bluntly, not even bothering to turn and look at you.

If there's one thing you hate more than being ignored, it's when Optimus lies through his teeth.

"Optimus, you're not fucking fine!" In frustration, you throw your hands in the air, "Don't lie to me because I know when you do. Ever since you got back, you've totally ignored everyone… your team… even me! You're being a total bitch to everyone that actually cares about you. That's not who you are. Now, it's best that you get your head out of your aft and that damn computer and get some fucking rest!"

Now that struck a chord. Optimus spins around fast, slamming a fist into the concrete floor next to you and sending debris into the air, some almost hitting your face. He crouches close to your frame, harsh ex-vents grace over your body, and whips your hair around. But you stand your ground, albeit slightly terrified at the change of Optimus's demeanour.

"I do not suppose you believe Megatron wouldn't stop at nothing to get his claws on the next Iacon relics?" He growls. He's so close to you that you can see every dent and imperfection on his faceplate, some from his most recent battle with the Decepticon tyrant, "I will NOT stop until I decode the remaining coordinates. I will not let you or anyone prevent me from doing so. So if you would be so kind…"

He looms closer to you. He's growling at you. You step back but almost trip on the rubble scattered behind you, "Leave me alone."

You're trembling because of two potential reasons. Optimus has never raised his voice or got angry at you, not even at the other bots. And the second is the ungodly amount of blood rushing to your loins. You're at his mercy under his gaze. While you are surprisingly horny, you're intimidated by the pinpoint optics burning holes in your body.

"Fine. You wanna be left alone? Then I'll leave you alone." Your own fists are clenching now. You can't look vulnerable before him, "Come find me when you're not busy making out with the computer screen."

And with your final blow, you turn on your heel and storm out of the base, ignoring the wide-eyed faces of the other bots, who had unfortunately witnessed the whole thing. You didn't care where you were running to; you just needed to get out of there and blow off some steam. Something that Optimus should be doing as well.

-

Optimus watched you run out of the base, his optics softening a fraction. While what he said about not resting until he decodes the rest of the coordinates was true, Optimus caught himself lying when he told you to leave. You were the only thing preventing him from breaking down and losing his shit. You are why he hasn't locked himself in a stasis pod and cranked the dial to ten billion years so that he doesn't have to endure a moment longer of this Primus-forsaken war.

But watching the human he loved run away from him, he realised his mistake. Optimus has just pushed away the only human tethering him to the edge of a self-hatred cliff, and he's just cut the cord.

He releases his death grip on the crumbled floor, letting the pebbles fall out of the servos. You probably hate him now. You probably don't even want to see him again, and he doesn't blame you. But the least he could do was apologise before you leave for good.

-

Your feet are starting to ache. You know you've been walking for a while when there's nothing but desert sand and the worn-down asphalt of the road to keep you company.

You hadn't meant what you said to Optimus to come out so harsh. Most of the time, when you would first tell him to recharge, he would be reluctant but would oblige. Tough love was your philosophy. But this time, your philosophy may have been a step too far today. You greatly underestimated how stressed the Prime was. That was a mistake on your part. That fact that he was grieving the potential loss of a teammate and the weapon that could win the war? It would've helped if you were more understanding and compassionate.

You should turn back; the sun was beginning to set. It looks beautiful, and you wish Optimus was here because you know he would enjoy this as much as you do.

Speak of the devil. A low rumbling noise grows louder from some distance behind you; you know it's Optimus. Most likely coming to banish you from the base for how you spoke to him.

He rolls behind you and flashes his high beam, and you stop. You can feel and hear him transform behind you, but you don't turn to look at him because you feel ashamed.

"Optimus, I'm sorry for how I spoke to you." You take a deep breath and cradle your arms to your stomach, "I… I didn't realise how troubled you are about…"

A cold servo wraps around your shoulder, sending goosebumps across your body. Optimus carefully spins you around to face him, and he oozes your exact amount of regret. His optics cast a brilliant glow across your form, and the remaining flickers of the sunset reflect off his metal, casting him in an orange hue.

"Y/n, I should be the one who apologises." His downturned dermas hurt your heart, "There was no justification for my actions. I should not have lashed out at you the way I did."

"But there was justification for it, and I was careless about your feelings." You say, bringing a hand to the servo resting on your shoulder, "I shouldn't have said those things, I realise now."

A small smile creeps into the corner of Optimus's dermas, "Perhaps not, and while I am very saddened by today's events, I do not think you realise how much your words encourage me."

"But…" You're cut off by a smooth thumb brushing over your cheek.

"I should have told you this a long time ago, but… Primus, you are the only thing in this universe holding me together." He takes a sharp intake, "I love you more than anything."

Your breath catches in your throat. Optimus, the greatest warrior to ever grace this Earth, just confessed to you. In the middle of the desert, when the temperature is dropping but you don't even feel it because the warm glow of his optics and his confession sparks a fire in your chest.

"Optimus… I do… I love you… I." You struggle to find the words—instead, you involuntary shiver.

Of course, Optimus notices and give you a slight chuckle, "It is getting cold. May you accompany me back to base?"

You nod, and instantly, he transforms into his alt mode, leaving the passenger door open for you and you make haste and climb in, and he buckles the seat belt for you. Staring out the window to witness the last of the sunset, resting your head against the window as Optimus turns his heater on for you. You sigh in contentment as he pulls onto the road and journeys home.

-

"OptiMUUS… hngh… please." You whine from the bed and tug at the restraints on your wrists, soft, breathless begging as Optimus's grip on your thighs tightens and relaxes with every swipe of his glossa.

You could say that this was a form of payback, a playful punishment from when you yelled at him earlier. Even though he had forgiven you for saying those harsh words, he told you on the way home that he still needed to "put you in your place". At the time, you had no idea what that entailed, but little did you know the method Optimus liked to 'punish' you was to edge you on the cusp of euphoria multiple times only to deny you of any orgasm.

It was torture, but you kind of deserved it.

"P-Please, fuck…" You beg, writhing your hips as Optimus drags his glossa around your folds, then circles your clit, "I can't- no more… FUCK."

It was an endless back-and-forth pattern. Optimus would lick your folds and collect your fluids on his glossa before dragging it back to your clit, circling it and increasing the pressure momentarily. And just when you were so close to cumming he would stop teasing the bundle of nerves and go back to licking strips up your pussy. You tried rocking your hips desperately to chase the high, but it was in vain as he would instantly pull away and watch as your hips writhe around to find friction.

"I do believe you are close. Am I correct to assume so?" Optimus grins, pressing light kisses to the inside of your thigh and, in turn, smearing your fluids over your soft sweaty skin.

"You asshole," You groan as he presses a firm kiss to your clit, "You know I am-aahHHH!"

Your whine cuts you off as Optimus wraps his dermas around your clit and gives you a harsh suck, and rolls it around his denta.

"I do not like your choice of words, Y/n." He growls against your clit, sending vibrations throughout your body, "I am not the 'asshole' you speak of."

The sucking at your clit sends electrical shocks through your thighs, making them shake and clench around his helm. Your hands find purchase on the berth under you, and you grip the sheet so hard you can feel it rip. You can feel him smiling against your mound as you thrust your hips into his intake, finally feeling your orgasm wash over you. It was sweet relief from a long two hours of edging, and you weren't sure how much longer you could've handled his glossa torturing you.

Optimus lifts his helm from your pussy, and you're trying so hard not to whine as you watch him lick up a string of arousal still attached to his dermas.

"F-Fuck…" You whimper, hips stuttering. The torment is finally over, you think. But you were severely wrong when you felt a cold digit rub at your folds, and he pushed it inside. You cry in overstimulation as he curls the digit, pressing against your G-Spot in a mind-numbing, relentless thrust. Similar to Megatrons antics in retrieving those Iacon relics, this bastard is stopping at nothing until he retrieves every last orgasm from your trembling body.

Optimus chuckles as you throw your head back and try to maneuver your hips away from his servos. He's enjoying watching you become an overstimulated mess, he's getting a high out of it, and it's taking all your strength not to slap him in the helm. You love him, but this is getting too much for you.

"You seem to be enjoying your punishment, hm?" Optimus smirks and strums his thumb to your already hyper-sensitive clit, "It certainly looks that way. I wonder if I can make you overload again."

You let out a string of swears as he thrusts his digit with haste, his thumb circling your clit and increasing the pressure. The wet sounds between your thighs are lewd and only add to your pleasure. The room becomes hazy and distant as you clench around his digit, and a second orgasm slams your body within the span of two minutes. Optimus lets out a guttural groan as he feels your walls clench around his digit; Primus knows what it would feel like with his throbbing spike inside you.

Optimus watches as you pant, sweat covering your entire skin. He gives a breathless laugh and leans down to kiss your soft lips, his glossa transferring some of your fluids onto your tongue. During the kiss, he groans as he slowly drags his digit out of your dripping pussy and relishes the little whine you give him.

"You're mean." You groan out against his intake. Your body is exhausted from his torment, and you're sure he can feel your muscles quivering against his plating. He innocently chuckles as if he hadn't just made a mess of you.

"I can assure you this was a one-off. No more torment, love." Optimus kisses your forehead, servos tracing circles on your thighs, "But on this occasion, you needed to know the consequences of your actions in future."

[kckt88]

Drowning Inside You - Aemon & Ryn

Summary:

All his life, Aemon believed he was going to be an Alpha like his father, but he presents as an Omega and his life falls apart.

Unable to comprehend his presentation, Aemon lives in despair, until his younger sister Ryn becomes an Alpha and Aemon's world changes again.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Warning(s): Self loathing, Despair, Anger, Mention of Self Harm, Eventual Acceptance.

Word Count: 2200

Author Note: An Alpha/Omega Story.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Aemon smiled as he ran his fingers over the fresh mating mark that graced his neck.

Yesterday he’d married his Alpha sister Ryn and now they were mated for life.

But this wasn’t always what he’d envisioned for himself.

Before his presentation he was convinced that he was going to be an Alpha.

Just like his father, he’d dedicated himself to his education and training with the sword.

He spent hours poring over books and scrolls in the library.

He lingered in the training yard far longer than his older brother.

Vhalarr was the heir to Driftmark, and he was a second son in line to inherit nothing, but he accepted his position in life and vowed to make both of his parents proud.

His Alpha father was a skilled swordsman, and people from all over the seven kingdoms would travel to Driftmark just for the chance to challenge the great Aemond Targaryen.

His father remained undefeated, not even the Rogue Prince and his blade Dark Sister could dent his father’s victories.

Which frustrated his 'step grandfather' very much.

Aemon wanted to be just like his Alpha father, the rider of the mighty Vhagar, Queen of the sky.

Yet the day he presented as an Omega, all his hopes for the future came crashing down.

No, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Aemon writhed in agony on his bed as his organs rearranged themselves and the blood from his new womb ran down his thighs.

His Omega mother tried her best to comfort him, but he didn’t want to know.

I’m nothing. I’m weak. I’m a failure.

I should be an Alpha. Not an Omega.

Why have the gods cursed me?

Aemon couldn’t even face his father.

He became convinced that his father would be ashamed of him.

He spent weeks holed up in his chambers, refusing to see anyone.

How am I supposed to live my life now?

I wanted to travel to Essos. To fly with Vhagon over the ruins of Old Valyria.

Now I’ve been reduced to nothing but a prize to be sold off and used for my Valyrian blood.

I would rather die than submit to some fat lord who only sees me as a broodmare.

No. I will run away. I will take my dragon and never come back.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he experienced his first heat, as he was newly presented it only lasted two days, but it was horrible.

That voice inside him yearning desperately for relief.

Clawing and screaming inside his head as he buried his face into his pillows and cried.

Make it stop. Please. I don't know how.

Eventually the Omega inside him quietened down and the longing stopped.

Heats were something he would have to endure alone for the foreseeable future as he didn't want an Alpha.

Mayhaps he should slit his own throat and be done with it.

But he couldn't willingly subject his mother to the pain of a losing a child.

Even if he hated what he'd become, he still loved his mother.

When Aemon did eventually emerge from his chambers, it was with sheer reluctance on his part, but his father had threatened to drag him out by his ears if necessary.

He knew that his mother had just given birth to another pup; a girl named Corla in honour of their great grandsire.

Aemon also knew better than to disobey his Alpha father, and he was rather fond of his ears being attached to his head, so he made the decision to go and see his mother.

She was safe. She was understanding. She would care.

As he entered his parents shared chambers, the scent of fresh milk lingered in the air.

After weeks of self-seclusion, the sight of his Omega mother holding a tiny snivelling pup to her chest was truly something to behold.

As soon as he locked eyes with his mother, he folded to his knees bedside the bed and cried.

“Oh, my sweet boy”

“I-I don’t know how to stop feeling like this” sobbed Aemon.

“It’ll be ok son” whispered Aemond as he knelt down and wrapped his arms around his crying son and held him tight.

“I don’t want to be a disappointment” muttered Aemon.

“You listen to me. Never ever think that. You’re never going to be a disappointment to me or to your mother” replied Aemond.

“Listen to your father sweet boy. We love you more than anything in this world”.

“I know I just-“

“I will admit that you presenting as an Omega was a surprise, but it doesn’t have to mean what you think it does” said Aemond.

“It-it doesn’t?” asked Aemon.

“No. You don’t have to change who you are or what you do. Carry on training with the sword, fly with Vhagon as far as he’ll take you. Just be yourself” replied Aemond.

“What about when I’m older and-“

“If you do not wish to marry, then we shall not force you. It will be entirely your own choice. We just want you to be happy” urged Valaera as she took Aemon’s hand and squeezed it.

“I would be happier if I was an Alpha” mumbled Aemon.

“Do you think me weak?” asked Valaera.

“N-No mother. Never”

“Well, there you go. I am proof enough that an Omega can rise beyond their presentation”.

“Whilst your mother may indeed birth my pups, she also sits the Driftwood throne and is Lady of Driftmark” said Aemond.

“You are Aemon Targaryen, rider of Vhagon and you are everything” exclaimed Valaera as she gently rocked Corla in his arms.

The sound of his mother's soft voice was soothing, it made him feel calm.

“On the morrow you will report to the training yard at first light. You’ve missed many weeks of training, and I shall see it corrected” said Aemond firmly.

“Yes father” replied Aemon.

“Don’t for one second think that I will go easy on you. Because I won’t” retorted Aemond.

I will be like mother, I will do my best and rise beyond my presentation.

Aemon smiled as he felt his father pat him on the back affectionately.

Maybe things were going to be ok after all. 

So, Aemon resumed his training with the sword and after a few weeks, it was like he’d never been away.

If anything, his presentation as an Omega pushed him even further than before and he soon defeated every knight on Driftmark.

Yet his father still reigned as champion. But Aemon was determined, and he vowed that one day he would defeat his father.

Aside from training with the sword, Aemon would spend his days with Vhagon.

Admittedly he did still struggle with the notion that he was indeed an Omega, but his parents and sibling were a constant support and he felt very lucky to have such a family that loved him unconditionally.

Once he thought he’d come to terms with being an Omega, things changed again.

The day his younger sister Ryn presented as an Alpha.

He never gave much thought to his sisters scent before.

But after her presentation, she’d walked past him in the corridor and that’s when he smelled her. It was a combination of the sea and fresh fruit. Entirely unique to Ryn.

It plagued him, every waking second of the day.

When he thought about her, he would feel an odd fluttering sensation in his stomach and his heart would beat faster whenever she was near him.

The pair had been close before either of them presented, but now Aemon was driving himself to madness at the thought of his sister.

One night, he’d caught sight of her emerging from the bath in her chambers and he felt a wet feeling in his small clothes. He realised that what he experienced was arousal and according to a book he found in the library, it was completely normal.

It was shameful. It was indecent. It was depraved.

But Aemon couldn’t stop thinking of how Ryn’s body had looked and how her long wavy brown hair cascaded down her back.

He began touching himself at the thought of Ryn.

He would put his fingers inside himself and imagine that it was her, he would bring himself to peak every time with her name on his lips.

But eventually he became frustrated, being an Omega was hard enough, but now he was having improper thoughts about his sister.

Surely their father would go crazy if he found out.

Aemond Targaryen was widely known to be very protective over his pups. Especially his daughters.

Yet here was his own son, lusting like some unchecked whore over Ryn.

Even worse when he went into heat and Ryn was all he could think about as he writhed around on his bed.

He felt empty and his inner Omega was screaming inside his head.

The need for Ryn was almost unbearable. He cried, screamed and raged for relief.

But it never came, and afterwards he felt so ashamed of himself that he figured it was for the best that he avoided spending time with Ryn.

He declined her invites to go dragon riding, he refused her requests to train, and he most certainly ignored her when she would ask him to go the library with her.

She would stare at him with those big eyes and he would simply shoo her away.

He felt awful, as he knew it was hurting Ryn’s feelings, but he just couldn’t be around her anymore.

Until one day she cornered him outside his room and demanded to know why he was avoiding her.

He couldn’t speak. He just stood there not moving or breathing as she clutched at his leather doublet.

She’s too close. Much too close. I can’t have her near me. She smells so good.

Then she surged forward and kissed him.

It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

Her lips were soft and sweet against his.

Growing more confident, Aemon pressed Ryn against the wall and slid his tongue against hers.

Ryn slid her hands in Aemon’s long silver hair and scrapped her nails against his scalp.

“Ryn” moaned Aemon quietly.

“I’ve been wondering what it was like to kiss you” exclaimed Ryn sweetly.

“Y-You have?” asked Aemon.

“Yes, ever since my presentation, your all I can think about. Your scent is driving me crazy”.

"M-My scent?" asked Aemon.

"Sweet like freshly baked lemon cake. I crave you every minute of the day" muttered Ryn.

“I feel the same way about you” muttered Aemon blushing.

“If it’s ok with you. I would like to explore what’s happening between us, We'll go slow and take it one day at a time” said Ryn.

“I would like that” whispered Aemon surprising himself with his rapid agreement.

“I just want you to know that I would never try to change you. I think your prefect, just the way you are” exclaimed Ryn.

She thinks I’m perfect just the way I am. She accepts me. She wants me.

Over the next year, Aemon and Ryn spent as much time together as they possibly could.

Training, reading in the library, flying with Vhagon and Silver and stealing kisses when no one was watching.

Ryn was true to her word, she accepted him for who he was, and in a way, she saved him.

Omega’s were supposed to be soft and submissive, yet Aemon was defiant and strong willed.

Ryn seemed to like that about him.

He fell deeply in love with her and knew there was never going to be another for him.

Aemon never thought he would want to get married, not after his presentation as an Omega, the thought of some Alpha sticking their knot in him made him feel sick to his stomach.

But now, he wanted Ryn to be his Alpha and the thought of her knot, made him happy.

I want to marry her. I want her to mark me. I want to be with her forever.

So, he worked up the courage and asked their father for his permission to marry Ryn.

Which he readily granted. As it turns out their secret relationship wasn’t so secret after all, and their parents had known all along.

“We knew you’d find your way to one another” exclaimed Valaera happily.

With their parents approval, the wedding preparations were well underway.

But Aemon couldn’t shake his anxiety at the thought about consummating the marriage.

He’d never had any experience with sex, and Ryn was his first ever kiss.

So, he decided that he wanted to go to bed with Ryn before they were wed.

It was his choice and whilst it might be considered improper, he didn’t really care.

He loved Ryn and she loved him, and it was because of that love that Aemon had finally accepted who he was.

His parents had tried, but ultimately it was Ryn, and she would have his heart forever.

He’d even suffered through a rather embarrassing conversation with his mother about Alpha coupling’s with male Omega’s, but it was worth it.

When he asked Ryn to take him to bed, she was a little hesitant as she didn’t want to sully his virtue but when he assured her that it was truly what he wanted, she nodded and took him to bed.

He was nervous, but his sister was gentle and patient.

It did hurt a little bit when she first entered him, but the pain soon gave way to pleasure.

The feeling of Ryn inside him was something he would never forget.

She moved slowly savouring their coupling, stroking his pale skin, and placing gentle kisses along his neck.

She was patient and understanding. Taking her time.

The knot hurt, but the feeling of his Alpha pumping full of seed sent him over the edge too.

Being locked together with Ryn was a revelation.

He’d never again be this close to anyone in his life, and he wanted to do it again.

He soon found himself becoming insatiable, they would sneak into each other’s chambers at night and spend most of the night locked together by Ryn’s knot.

She even managed to help him through his heats and what a difference it made.

Before when he'd had his heats, he felt empty and everything hurt, but now he was happy and fulfilled.

If anything it made him fall even more in love with Ryn.

Unfortunately, their secret was soon discovered when their father happened across them when they were in the middle of harassing one of Driftmark's Maester’s for moontea.

Their father actually took it better than they thought he would. Of course, it helped that despite his protective nature, he was weak for his daughters.

Aemon did have to stifle his snigger at his Alpha father's crumbling resolve when Ryn gave him the 'look'.

It was the same look mother would often give him whenever she wanted something.

And it always worked.

The greatest swordsman in the realm reduced to mush by one look from one of the women in his life.

It was truly something to behold, until of course his father made him swear never to repeat to anyone what he'd just witnessed.

Their wedding was almost upon them, but Aemon was in a panic.

His monthly bleeding hadn’t come and now he felt sick.

But I took the tea. 

Didn't I?

He’d seen his mother pupped enough times to know what his symptoms meant but it didn’t stop him from being in denial until he ended up confessing to his mother on the day of his wedding no less.

His mother was understanding and very helpful, especially when it came to discussions of the consummation.

After they’d left the celebrations and retired to their shared chambers for the night, there was a sense of relief in the air.

After tonight they would be a mated pair.

They would give each other the bite and be bound together forever.

Their wedding night was filled with passion and love.

When Ryn sunk her teeth into his mating gland as she knotted him, he could feel her become part of his heart and soul.

Then Ryn offered her neck to him and as the bond snapped into place, he could see the realisation in her eyes.

“Y-Your with child” exclaimed Ryn.

Aemon smiled nodded. He hoped his Alpha wasn’t angry with him for keeping it a secret, but through the bond he knew she was happy, and his Omega purred for the first time.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, content with the knowledge of their pup’s existence.

Ryn had even placed her hand on his stomach and smiled widely.

Alpha is pleased that I carry her pup.

“I love you” whispered Ryn.

“I love you too my sweet wife” replied Aemon.

Once it hard been hard to ever imagine that he would find himself with child.

Willingly anyway.

But here he was, carrying his Alpha’s first pup.

In the months after the wedding, his stomach began to swell and it suddenly became very real, that he was going to be a mother.

He prayed nightly that he would be just like his sweet mother.

She supported him through the pregnancy and answered every question and worry that he had.

Ryn of course had developed a possessive streak and wouldn’t let anyone within reaching distance of Aemon, especially after an incident that involved his uncle Aegon trying to touch his stomach.

Ryn went berserk and it took two Alpha’s to even hold her back.

All through the pregnancy Ryn was convinced their pup was a boy, but Aemon thought the pup was a girl.

Turns out that Aemon was right and on one stormy night, he gave birth to a girl named Adelynn, who had inherited his mismatched eyes.

As he held his daughter in his arms, Aemon made his peace with the gods and thanked them for allowing his presentation as an Omega.

This was always meant to be.  

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SteveTony - 22/23 favorites

Here are some of my favorite fics of 2022 and 2023 . Don't forget to leave kudos and nice comments in every fic! 

...but the place where you belong by Mireille, 2k, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Post-Avengers (2012).

Steve meets somebody very important to Tony, and makes a good impression. (Pre-relationship fluff.)

The Northern Cascades by resurrectedhippo, 81k, Grief/Mourning, Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Civil War Fix-It, Road Trips.

“I’m asking.” Steve walks two steps forward and waits. Tony’s wide eyes track his movements. “If you’d like to come. Like you said, see the country. How it’s changed. How it keeps going forward.”

***

A post-Infinity War fix-it set three years after the Snap where Steve tries to outrun his grief. This time, Tony runs after him.

met my destiny (in quite a similar way) by ishipallthings, 1k, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Post-Avengers (2012), Getting Together. 

“I’m in love with you.”

The spatula in Tony’s hand clatters to the floor with an audible thwack.

(In which Tony is incredulous, Steve is determined, and absolutely no pancakes are made for breakfast.)

Punitive Measures (Met your Match) by BladeoftheNebula, 19k, Alpha/Omega, Alternate Universe - Historical, Dom/sub Undertones. 

“Gods, he’s a beast,” Tiberius said from beside him, and for a moment, Tony had forgotten he was there. “I don’t envy the omegas, he looks like he’d have a strong hand.”

When the village elders bring in someone from the outside to fairly administer justice in the community, the alphas leap at the chance to send their unruly omegas to the Flagellator.

Tiberius Stone can't understand why his omega keeps acting up so much.

by your hands or mine by apricity_and_soulshine, 1k, Alternate Universe - Western, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics. 

A short little one-shot featuring protective parent Tony and equally as protective mate Steve.

•••

Steve looked comfortable where he had dozed off at his desk. His arms crossed over his chest, boots propped up lazily. His Stetson was tipped down to block out the light bleeding in through the windows of the Sheriff's office. Steve's peace, however, like most days, could only last so long before he was so very rudely startled from his mid-afternoon nap. He jolted awake at the shouting that ensued as Alexander Pierce clambered into the station, Tony hot on his tail. The sheriff barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his mate and the man who owned most of the town spitting curses and crude remarks at one another.

this love came back to me by meidui, 8k, Breaking Up & Making Up, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie).

It’s been five years.

Tony is softer than he remembers, in navy blue wool, silver in his hair and beard, laugh lines deeper around his eyes and mouth, holding onto his little girl. Steve thinks he must look rougher than Tony remembers, from the way Tony holds her tighter and steps back from him when he shuts the door of his car, as if looking for an escape.

As if he could get away from Steve.

The Best Laid Plans by ChocolateCapCookie, 3k, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Single Parent Tony Stark.

“Pete, we need to set dad up with Mr. Rogers!” said Harley excitedly. “Think about it, they’d be perfect for each other! Dad’s always so tired and stressed, he could use someone like Mr. Rogers to calm him down a bit. And I know Mr. Rogers is single, he’s always talking about it being just him and his dog…”

“Harley, this is a stupid idea,” Peter interrupted. “You don’t know that Mr. Rogers is into men. And even if he was, what do you want to do, lock them in a closet together?”

"Yes."

"No, Harley”

On Today's Agenda by Annie D (scaramouche), 779, Established Relationship, Mpreg.

Tony and Steve have been on a baby-making agenda, and Tony wants to get right back to it.

Today Was a Fairytale by iam93percentstardust, 2k, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Prince Tony Stark, Getting Together.

Today was a fairytale You've got a smile that takes me to another planet Every move you make everything you say is right Today was a fairytale

~

Steve gives Tony daisies.

And it’s… nice.

Tony’s suitors send him roses and exotic orchids and genetically modified blossoms that bloom in impossible colors no one could ever hope to find in nature. His mother makes sure there’s always a fresh bouquet of irises in his room—they usually come from her own garden, but he still doesn’t know how she manages to find them even in the middle of winter.

And Steve… Steve gives him daisies.

love me like a sinner by ArabellaAM, 5k, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie),  Misunderstandings. 

“So,” he says in the end, attracting Steve’s gaze towards him. “Is that everything you wanted?” It’s only then —when he swears he can feel Steve’s breath tickling his cheek— that he realizes how close they actually are. So close the hunger in those blue eyes is undeniable, just as it’s undeniable Steve is no longer looking at him in the eye, but rather to his lips. “Not really,” Steve says, voice raw and thick, as his eyes move quickly to Tony’s annular finger before returning to his lips. Tony tilts his head and asks, in a tone that sounds more like a dare, “then what are you waiting for?” Steve doesn’t actually answer; it’s Tony that makes an educated guess as he tries to grasp for air once Steve dips his head and drowns in his lips.

Or, Steve visits Tony after five years and it's not the salvation of the world he's after.

as long as you love me so by ohjustpeachy, 1k, Established Relationship, Snowed In, Christmas Fluff. 

“For what it’s worth, this is not how I imagined our first Christmas going,” Steve groans from where he’s sitting on the floor. It’s hard wood, and Tony knows it simply cannot be comfortable sitting that way. Even super soldiers aren’t immune to backaches, surely, and after the day they’ve both had, Tony wants nothing more than to lay right there beside him, ice and snow and ruined Christmas and failed mission be damned. 

Or, after a mission goes wrong, Steve and Tony find themselves snowed in at a cabin in the middle of nowhere. On Christmas Eve.

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Aumellio/Korak 37 because I am desperate to learn about the vibe between these two

I am repenting for my recent crimes by bringing you this which may be the only piece of anything I've ever written that actually counts as domestic fluff I think.

Aumellio made Korak laugh and brought him out of his shell a little bit. I hope that shows here.

From this ask meme here.

Favorite Song

A folksy tune floated into kitchen from the open bathroom door. It was followed shortly by Aumellio belting the lyrics as though he were onstage giving a world-class performance before an audience of adoring fans, and as though he could hold a tune in a bucket. Aumellio's one adoring fan smiled and adjusted his headlamp before examining the pipes underneath the kitchen sink to find out why there was water pooled on the floor when he woke up that morning.

Korak tapped his feet together as he fiddled with this fastening andthat fitting. He had turned his translator off, as he frequently did when Aumellio didn't realize he had an audience in a different room who was listening to him make a fool of himself, because Korak enjoyed hearing his turian partner's mother tongue in these little moments. It was so different from his own, but comforting in a way. Besides, he already knew all of the words to the song because it was Aumellio's favorite.

Korak heard the sound of the shower turning off as he tapped the u-bend with his pipe wrench, only for it to come clean out of the fastener. After wiping flecks of water from his eyes, he sighed and activated his translator again so he could understand if Aumellio started talking.

The connecting pipe was cut to short, so when there was a but too much water blasting into it all at once, it popped slightly out of the connection, allowing water to spray out of it.

He should have known better than to run the dishwasher and the washing machine at the same time. The runoff all dumped into the outgoingpipes for the sink, which was not up to code, thank you very much.

But such was life when you lived by simple means. Still, this apartment was better than the last one. At least there weren't bugs or holes in the wall from shotgun slugs. And it was far and away better than any place he'd lived on Omega, for the simple fact that it was not Omega.

A box in an alley was an improvement over that.

"You know, it'll get stuck like that if you don't stop making that face," Aumellio teased at just about the time he gently nudged Korak's leg with his two-toed foot.

Korak lifted his head with a smile, "'Fraid this is how I always look."

"Like you're planning to go back in time to kick the ass of whatever poor sod it was who worked on the plumbing here last?" Aumellio teased. His feet soon disappeared from view, and Korak heard a series of cabinets being opened while his boyfriend looked for some food. "Kor, I seem to remember that we agreed you were going to call the property management people and have them come fix it."

"And wait all day to be able to use our kitchen water again?" Korak asked, incensed. He felt around blindly in his canvas tool bag, pulling out a spare piece of PVC pipe he could graft to the pre-existing one. "Besides, I'll d-"

"Do it right. I know. But if they find out we were messing with theguts of their apartment, we might not get our deposit back."

Korak laughed, a deep rumbling sound, "If you were seeing what I am down here, you'd know that they wouldn't notice even if I just slapped it back together with tape." A ridiculous notion, a man had to take pride in his work. And whoever had done this seemed entirely devoid of it. Korak scooched out from under the sink just enough to catch Aumellio leaning against the kitchen table, watching him while eating from an overfilled bowl of cereal. "Do me a favor and get the heat gun from the chest in the closet?"

Aumellio took a big bite of the colorful cereal, a mischievous glint gathered in his eyes that matched the forest green shade of his family tattoos. After taking his dearest sweet time to savor it, he finally answered, "Oh, I would love to, but you forgot the secret turian sleeper agent activation phrase." Aumellio tilted his spoon back and forth like a metronome as though enough time had passed for him to grow impatient.

Korak heaved a great, dramatic sigh, "Mel, do me a favor and get the heat gun from the tool chest in the closet? Please?"

"Ah hah! You do have manners!" Aumellio exclaimed and set his bowl aside on the table. He stretched his arms high above his head, yawning greatly as he did so. "I needed to finish getting ready for work anyways," he said sleepily. "I'll return shortly with your heat gun. Don't get into trouble while I'm gone."

"Only so much trouble I can cause with my head stuck under a sink." Korak shook his head before lining the spare bit of pipe up next to the old one and marking where he needed to cut it. "If you don't hurry, your cereal's going to go soggy!" he hollered playfully from within his miniature little cavern.

"Maybe I like it like that!" came Mel's response from somewhere in the back of the apartment. Korak knew that for a lie. No one liked soggy cereal.

While he waited, Korak cut the pipe down to size. It was an easy enough thing to do with the right tool, which he had. He probably could have gotten the heat gun for himself, he realized about the time he heard Aumellio humming in the hall closet. Eh, worth waiting for the turian to take his sweet time finding it, even though his tools were very well organized. Of course, Aumellio hardly knew a wrench from a hammer, but a heat gun wasn't exactly one of the universe's grand mysteries.

"Your knight in shining business casual returns from his noble quest," Aumellio crowed and crouched to hand the sort-of gun-shaped tool to Korak. He clapped his hands on his knees, "Welp, I'm off to work. Try not to be too imposing at the hardware store ... I assume you’ll be going and I'll return home to a fully functioning kitchen with a lifetime guarantee on it."

"I keep telling you, my face just looks like this. I didn't scare that kid on purpose." Aumellio began to rise before Korak tugged on his hand. "I think you're forgetting something, Mel."

"Oh right, where are my manners?" Aumellio smiled and leaned down awkwardly to plant a kiss on Korak's lips. The headlamp bumped into the hard plates making up his forehead with a muted clink.

Korak chuckled again with a shake of his head. "Not that I'm complaining, but I really meant your breakfast," he said and tilted his head toward the table where Aumellio's bowl sat cold and abandoned.

Aumellio huffed a laugh and managed to pull himself back up to standing with help from the counter tops. "I'll eat and run!"

Before Korak could advise against Aumellio trying to eat a bowl of cereal while commuting to work, the turian was off to the races and out of the door.

Korak was quite convinced he would get a pleading text message in just a few moments, begging him to please bring a clean shirt down to the office.

Ah well. Korak shrugged, in the meantime he might as well finish fixing the sink well enough that they could at least run water through it. He hummed a tune and tapped his toes together while he worked.

It was his favorite song, too, after all.