#I kinda wanna do omega too but i gotta move on for now

[filtharchives]

guys im so embarrassed i wrote this but as a Freak™ i firmly believe there is not enough omegaverse in this fandom so i gotta write it myself

hopefully i’ve improved some since last time… 🫣

summary: cove x reader - your sudden heat triggers cove’s rut and no one is home to stop you

tags: NSFW, takes place in Step 3, fem/afab reader, omega!reader, alpha!cove, traditional stuff (being a provider for spouse) cause tbh i also can’t deny the housewife kink in me lol, normal omegaverse stuff like knots and slick etc., first time/virginity loss, mating press ♡, reader is pillow princess-ing, breeding kink (you tried to be safe but he got impatient sorry), only a little size difference/kink and belly bulge

it was a hot summer day–too hot for even the biggest beach bum to spend out on the sand–and you and cove were lazing around in your bedroom with the air conditioner as high as your moms would let you put it, which was just enough for you and cove to cuddle comfortably in your nest with the condition that he was shirtless and you were in the flimsiest tank top you could find. .

cove was beyond thankful to not have a shift at the tropical restaurant today. he told you he thinks he would have died if he had to wait tables while the restaurant was full of sweaty, heat-agitated tourists whose scents would overwhelm his nose which was pretty sensitive, even by alpha standards. his comment got a sympathetic nose exhale out of you, which in turn got a playful pout out of your boyfriend. 

“don’t laugh. it’s not funny,” he scolds half-heartedly. “i really could’ve died in that situation. do you know how many sweaty, old alphas i’d have smelled? and they get so snippy when they’re sweaty and uncomfortable. if you knew what it was like working there, you wouldn’t be laughing right now.” 

“yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes with a smirk, feeling a little smug as he squeezes your waist in his arms and nuzzles his face into your neck despite his little rant. “but they still give you the big tips, don’t they?”

“only cause they smell you on me,” cove argues. “they think that i’m an alpha working solely to provide for my omega mate, so of course they’d wanna ‘help out’.” 

“then really, you should be thanking me right now, instead of lecturing,” you snicker, joking. “where’s my cut of the money?” 

“your ‘cut’ is everything i buy you with those tips.” he nips at your collarbone pointedly. “those alphas are kinda right–i am providing for my little omega.” 

my little omega. god, that sounds so delicious coming from his mouth, it almost makes you dizzy. and the idea of him taking care of you makes your inner omega purr with delight. you’re too busy fixating on cove’s words that you almost don’t notice cove perking up in surprise, his head lifting off your arm as he supports himself on his elbow. 

“you…” he pauses, sniffing. “you smell different. just now.” 

“mm?” you hum, looking at him with hazy eyes. you feel your body grow warmer and cove’s scent seems so tantalizing all of a sudden. cove seems to think the same about you, leaning back into your neck to sniff your scent glands, the arm he’s had over your waist moving back so he can grip your hip with his hand. 

“smells sweeter…” he mumbles curiously, practically shoving his nose against your skin. his hand squeezes your hip before moving to your rear to pull you close to him again. 

“cove-?!” you cut yourself off with a small squeak of surprise as he drags his tongue against your gland, your body shivering as his warm, wet muscle teases the sensitive skin. your hands press against cove’s bare chest as he rolls on top of you, caging you in his arms as his knees sit between your thighs. 

“god,” he hisses against your neck, voice not as soft and playful as it was moments ago. “i’ve always wanted to smell this straight from the source. it’s not the same coming from your clothes.” 

it’s only when he says that, that it clicks for you–your heat had arrived early. a few days early, in fact. and you feel silly, not recognizing it after several years of experience, but in your defense, the response from cove was far too distracting for you to put the pieces together on your own. but now that you know what changed in you, you also realize the change in cove was from his rut being triggered. by you. that thought warmed you up even more. cove calls your name. 

“tell me to stop, and i’ll go home right now. i can ask my dad to deliver some of my clothes and we can call, just like we always do,” he says, eyes shyly avoiding yours and staring at your stomach instead. “but if you want me to stay… i-i’ll take care of you. i think- no, i know i’m ready. to take this step in our relationship. b-but only if you are! we can hold off on it if you want!” 

he finally meets your eyes, looking a little frantic, as if worried he was too bold and would scare you off. still, you could see his arms shaking as he held himself over you, taking all the self control he had to not take you then and there. as much as you admired his restraint, your body ached for his. 

“i want this,” you respond breathlessly, feeling almost winded by the anticipation and desire running through you. “i trust you, cove. i want you to knot me.” 

cove turns bright red from his ears to his neck. he was hoping you’d say yes, but he didn’t expect such an explicit answer. 

“oh! o-okay, let me just-” he nearly throws himself off the bed, running out of your room and you hear his heavy footsteps race down the stairs. before you can call out and ask questions after processing his sudden disappearance, you hear him running back up the stairs. he returns to your room and shuts the door with his foot, arms filled with water bottles and snacks. he gives you a sheepish smile as he sets them on the shelf under your window. 

“for later, you know?” he says, fumbling nervously with the last water bottle before putting it down. “wouldn’t want you to get hungry or dehydrated.” 

you’d make a witty quip if you were more lucid, but his preparation and concern for you makes you preen and only more needy for the rest of the care he has planned for you. smelling the slick pooling in your underwear, the cute look is wiped off cove’s face and replaced by an almost uncharacteristic, wolfish grin as he approaches you and your nest again. fuck, this heat is becoming unbearable–you want him now, you don’t even notice you’re whining until cove’s in front of you on the bed again, cupping your face and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“don’t worry, i’ll take care of you, just like i promised,” he coos softly, his hands parting from your face to remove your shorts. he licks his lips again when he sees the large wet spot on your panties that had seeped through your shorts. 

“one more time: are you sure you want to do this now?” cove asks, looking into your eyes through his lashes. his breathing is heavy with the amount of self-discipline he’s exerting. his inner alpha is practically howling at him to get on with it and fuck you like an animal, but he loves you too much to give in when there’s still a chance you might back out. “i can’t promise i’ll control myself o-or be gentle past this point. but i’ll do my best to stop whenever you tell me! i-if you ever tell me-”

“please,” you all but beg, adoring his efforts but so over the waiting. “please just fuck me already, alpha. i hate waiting.” 

your interruption and desperation draw a small chuckle of disbelief from cove, but it also settles his nerves. he gives you an apology kiss as he tugs off your underwear, practically drooling at the unfiltered scent of your slick.

“sorry for making you wait,” he murmurs as he pushes your thighs apart, backing up on his knees until he can comfortably lean down and kiss your clit. 

you’re a sobbing mess as cove draws you closer to your third climax of the day, still only giving you his mouth and fingers. as much as you begged for his dick after the second orgasm, cove insisted he needed to make sure his knot wouldn’t hurt you, even if it meant straining against his pants uncomfortably while rutting against your nest. still, with how enthusiastically he was devouring your cunt, you can’t say he wasn’t enjoying himself as well. 

the slurping and squelching that filled your bedroom were lewd, but that was nothing compared to your mixed moans and the stench of sex that was probably stuck on your sheets by now. cove always got off on your scent during his ruts, holding your gifted, used panties to his nose as he jerked off, but the smell coming straight from your glands mixed with the taste of your slick on his tongue–he felt like he could cum untouched from those alone, but he needed to hold out until he could stick his dick inside you, even if he couldn’t actually breed you yet. oh fuck, the idea of you filled with his pups had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, even if the logical part of him knew you were both too young for that yet. still, he couldn't deny the idea’s appeal.

“cove!” you gasp, one hand tugging his hair as the other gripped the pillow behind your head. “‘m gonna cum again-!” 

you barely finish your sentence before you gush all over his face for the third time, and just like the previous two times, cove laps it all up eagerly, rubbing his nose against your overstimulated clit as his tongue parts your lips. you try to push him away but it’s only once he was satisfied with his cleanup that cove lets up to pull you into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. you moan into his mouth and whimper when he pulls away but you’re already too spent to chase his lips. he chuckles at your dazed state but is far from done. 

he gets off the bed and finally relieved himself of his pants and boxer-briefs and you drool at the sight of his big dick and the much-desired knot at the base. he nearly trips as he simultaneously hurries to your drawers while removing his clothes and digs through your drawer to find the condoms (that you’d told him your moms bought for you regularly once you and cove started trading clothes during your synced mating cycles. it was funny and embarrassing at the time, but now you were grateful). he grabs a handful and rips open the first one as he rejoins you in your nest, also ripping the condom inside in the process. he tosses it aside and goes for the next condom, only for history to repeat. he blows through two more, growling as you whine impatiently, before muttering “fuck it” and tossing all the condoms onto the floor. 

“i’ll buy you plan b later, okay?” cove assures you as he lines up his dick to your pussy with one hand, the other holding up one of your thighs. “just be good and take my knot, just like you wanted.” 

you moan a cuss and throw your head back on your pillow as he slides in, your endless slick and his careful preparation making it easy and oh-so pleasurable. cove hisses as he stops just before his knot, his now-free hand moving to your other thigh. you’re about to complain about the lack of movement but cove already starts pushing in again, watching intently as your cunt swallows him up with relative ease. you mewl at the stretch that was much easier than you’d anticipated–you’ll have to thank him later for making it so easy on you despite your impatience. 

cove stops again once buried to the hilt inside you, his eyes flick up to your face and, seeing you without any discomfort, grins. 

“look at that, omega,” he murmurs, his hand pressing gently on the small bump in your belly that disappears and reappears with each slow thrust of his hips, making your breath stutter. “your needy little pussy all stuffed by my cock.” 

playing nice doesn’t last long, however, as he quickly gets pussy-drunk and picks up the pace. 

“f-fuck~” cove groans, tossing his head back in pleasure while his hands grip the backs of your knees, keeping you wide open. he leans his head forward again, looking at your half-lidded eyes and drooling, moaning mouth with dark eyes. he lets your legs fall to his sides, choosing instead to lean forward with his elbows at the sides of your head and his chest pressed against yours, practically putting all his weight on you as he fucks you hard and fast.

the wet slapping of his balls on your ass and the sounds that leave your mouths are loud and lewd and surely your sister or one of your moms will come home soon, but cove really couldn’t care less when it feels so good. he’d always dreamed of having you on his knot like this, ever since he first jerked off to your scent, but having it for real was better than he could have ever imagine. so tight and warm, and the fucked-out look on your face was even better. 

“so cute like this,” he mutters, his face so close to yours and you try to focus your eyes on him but can barely keep them from rolling back. “you were made to take my knot. we fit so well together. fuck, i can’t imagine doing this with someone else. i should just claim you already.” 

the prospect of being claimed by cove makes you keen. his face is shoved up against your neck again, inhaling your scent like it’s oxygen, and he really is tempted to bite you then and there. 

“you’d like that, right? being bonded to me? oh f-fuck! oh, yeah, you do. tighten up so much at the idea…” instead of biting your neck, he moves his mouth to your shoulder and satiates that need. you cry out his name, both out of pleasure and disappointment. it feels so good to be bitten by him, if only it was where you want it most. 

his sweet words are reduced into babbles as he loses himself in you and you could admit that you’ve lost yourself long into this heat. his tip kissing your cervix and his knot stretching your lower lips is all so delicious, it’s overwhelmed you to tears.

“c-cove,” you gasp, clawing at his back, toes curling as you get closer. 

“mm-” cove grunts, picking up pace for the final stretch as he mutters thoughtlessly into your ear. “gonna fill you, omega… fill you with pups… all mine…” 

normally, the thought of being pregnant would would terrify you, but with a heat-clouded mind, it’s all you want. 

“please fill me,” you whimper. “cove- cove! wan’ your pups… please gimme pups, alpha…!” 

“agh- fuck!” cove’s arms cradle your head to his chest as his knot swells, locking him inside you. “gonna fill you,” he repeats. “fill you w’ my pups… my omega… all mine…” 

you cry out as cove’s hot seed fills you, clinging onto him with your arms and legs wrapping around his muscular body. he’s shaking and growling and still babbling as he cums, and his load feels heavy inside you, especially with his knot preventing any from leaking out. as he comes down from his high and feels fatigue wash over him, cove quiets down and at least finds the strength to lower himself onto you slowly, lying on you while his still-inflated knot keeps your bodies stuck together. 

you sniffle as post-coital clarity slowly comes to you, and your lust is temporarily pushed aside by your affection for cove. you gently comb a hand through his hair as your eyelids feel heavy.

“we’ll be like this for a while,” cove chuckles, cheeks flushed pink. “go to sleep. i’ll clean everything up once my knot goes down and when you wake up, i’ll still be here. we’ll drink and eat, and then we can keep going as much as you want. i’ll be right here.” 

his words of reassurance and the gentle rumble of his chest as he speaks is enough to lull you to sleep, as if you weren’t already totally spent. and yet, the idea of going for more rounds sparks your excitement once again, and you can’t help how your pussy briefly squeezes cove’s dick, making him gasp. you chuckle at his reaction as you finally nod off.

ahhhhhhhh omgggg !!!!!!! 🙈🙈🙈

[halloweenyyyy]

This is the other version, lol.

Remember Luffy is an Omega in this one, Zoro's an Alpha, and Koby's a Beta. (If anyone actually reads this, and wants to know what they smell, just ask.

Oh and I kinda went back and forth on the anime, and Manga.

Plus I meant to post this last year, lmao. I just needed to finish the bottom part.

"We're here! The marine based city!" Yelled out Luffy, excitedly raising an arm to the sky. Proceeding to walk down the dirt path, leading to a busy crowd of people. Koby following behind, with a heavy scent of anxiety. 

"Luffy! If you think the right thing to do is get this guy to join you, you're out of your mind!" Koby argued, trying to make him see his point. It was like arguing with a wall.

"Well… I haven't made up my mind yet. I gotta see if he's a good guy." If his friend had the will to smack himself in the face he would've. 

"—prison! Because he's obviously not!" He must've zoned out for a second, missing the first part of the sentence. Although he doubts he missed too much of it. 

Bounding over to a fruit stand, he picked up a green pear. Instantly taking a bite out of it, and devouring it within seconds. Turning to the owner, he flips a coin, a smile playing at her lips in delight. “Hey, is that guy Zoro around here somewhere?” The crowd that was once gathered, now dispersed. The air reeked with fright, and panic. Covering his nose, he begins to move away from the suffocating scents.

“May—” Drowning out koby, the faintest scent of steel, and blood capturing his attention instead. “Luffy!” Regaining his sense, he glances back with a questioning gaze. The other male feeling his anxiety skyrocket, because since arriving there his friend has been in and out a daze.

Was it all in his head? Nothing seemed to be wrong. “Yeah?” He was back to his smiley self, was his mind really playing tricks on him?

“N-nothing! We just shouldn’t mention Zoro here, ok?” Not really answering his question, they began to move forward down the path road. Something of uneasiness brewing in the pit of his stomach.

“Let’s head to the base and check it out, you wanna be a marine right?” Luffy suggested, while they continued walking. 

“Of course I do! But I really don’t think I’m ready just yet…” The beta left the silence linger for a few seconds. “Although from what I heard, the man in charge of this base is named Captain Morgan.” Gasps and screams erupted in the air, everyone who was once in close range stood as far as they could from them.

“This town is such a weird place!” The taller of the two laughed, yet it sounded forced. Had anyone been properly paying attention, they would have caught on. Though now with a large number of people out of the way, he quickly moved away from the smell the people emitted. Holding himself back from gagging, his stomach churning, not enough to make him back down from a challenge.

Oblivious to the other’s dilemma, the anxious friend went on to continue with, “That was odd, I mean I understand if they’re scared of zoro. But why did they flip out when I mentioned the marine captain’s name? I don’t know… I got a bad feeling about this.” Unbeknownst that he is spot on, about not feeling right.

“Maybe they were all just joking around for the fun of it?” The doubt settled over them, causing more of a confusion in the situation. If anything the people should feel a sense of relief, or even security at the name, especially being that of the person who is meant to take care of the island and its civilians.

“And how would that make any sense?” Koby asked, bringing out a point. Which further caused his anxiety to raise, to a sickening scent of fish rotting. The taller turned, once they were in a secluded area, and pulled off his patch. “Luffy?” He watched as the other leaned in and rubbed his neck against his, and the inside of his wrist. His overwhelming anxiety, calming down, he realized what he had done. He had scented him, to help his uneasiness. Without saying anything the taller one placed his patch on, turned back around, and continued to walk as if nothing had happened.

“This looks like the place!” Luffy smiled looking around excitedly, and catching that tantalizing scent.

Without realizing his friend wasn’t actually there to listen, he began his farewell speech. “I made it! This is where you and I part ways luffy, we didn’t have long together but…” Though he froze at the sound of struggle, his heart no longer beating as he turned his eyes upward.

“Where’s the foothold?” There was the momentary moment he wanted to strangle him, alas he knew he would never be able to. 

“Get down from there! What are you doing?! They'll see you!” The panic settled back in, especially if he’s caught with luffy. He doesn’t want this to end in tragedy, with his dream crushed, and the possibility of him and luffy in prison. “Get down!” He urged, although his plea fell on deaf ears.

“Now where’s this demon?!” Seeming to gain his balance, he looked around, squinting his eyes in search of the legend himself. Excitement bubbling in his chest, at the possibility of gaining a strong member.

“With everyone fearing him, they wouldn’t keep him out in the open. He’s probably tucked in a prison cell below ground!” Hoping that he listens to his logic, it didn’t make any impact to deter him from searching on.

“There he is!” Jumping down from the gated doors, he begins to run. Hollering “Imma get closer!” as he ran, making his way to the stone wall. Stretching enough to peak over. “Koby look!” A sense of fright ran through him, before it settled down since it’s unreasonable. Why would they have a powerful swordsman out in the open, when anything could happen. Like luffy could happen.

Climbing up, he looked at luffy before turning forward. “Ugh… I’m telling you he’s not eh!” It was just his luck. The man tied to the pole, Roronoa Zoro, the person his friend hopes to recruit. It was as if the odds were with him.

“If we untie those ropes, he could just walk away!” If he wasn’t holding on to the wall for support, he would facepalm himself. His friend clearly having no sense of awareness when it has to do with danger, and the danger is the person he wants to take on.

“Oh luffy! Don’t be such an idiot! There’s no telling what a bandit like him would do! If you let him go he might just kill us both!” That’s what worried him more than anything. His sour scent clouding up to the scent of rotting once again. 

Without trying to react to koby’s scent, he gritted his teeth, closing his eyes, to gain back his ability to speak. “Don’t worry! I’m strong! I can protect us!” Even with confidence, he began to feel sick with the never ending scent that he had been able to ignore up until now.

“Hey you two! You’re an eyesore! Get lost!” The supposed demon beast called out, annoyed as the two idiots bickered ruining his peace.

“Trust me luffy! There’s no chance of survival with someone like him in your crew!” His panic dulling his senses, as he tried to divert him from trying to recruit zoro. A small girl with pigtails climbed up beside him, he opened his mouth to scream in surprise, but the girl made a shushing sound as she pressed a finger to her lips. Watching with shock, he snaps out of it when he realizes she jumped down.

“Ah! We got to stop her! She’ll be killed by the marines or worse the demon himself!” Koby cried out, looking alarmed as luffy made no movement to help. Ignoring his friend’s fear he watched as the girl made her way to the swordsman.

“What do you want?” He asked, as the child stood a few feet before him.

She looked nervous before she began speaking. “I-i thought you may be getting hungry now! So I made you a couple rice balls!” Holding out the rice balls, she had been clutching to her chest protectively.

“You gotta a death wish kid? Scram!” His eyes narrowed into a glare, causing the child to grow anxious. His eyes soften for a moment, before they harden again.

“But you haven’t eaten anything the whole time you’ve been tied up! Here! I’ve never really made them before! But I did my best so I think they're fine.” Flinching, her lower lip wobbles at the feeling of harshness coming from him.

“Listen kid! I’m not hungry! Now stop irritating me and get out of here!” The beast growled, a sense of dread growing as the sound of walking grew louder in his direction. “Leave!”

“B-but I—” Shaking her head, she made no movement to go.

A trio entered. “Don't make me kick your ass little girl!” They caught zoro threatening the child, who wasn’t discouraged by his incivility.

“Now, now. Nobody likes a bully.” A blond with a bowl cut, and cleft chin remarked. He began cackling as if someone had told a joke. “Roronoa Zoro, you seem to be handling this well? Don’t you agree?” A smug smirk made its way to his lips, looking with amusement at the tied criminal before him.

 “Look! Another weird guy.” Luffy commented, his eyes never straying from the scene unfolding before them.

With a relieved smile, koby exhaled, releasing some of the tension from his body. “That’s great! He must be with the marines, now we know the girl will be safe!” He felt excitement to see how he would handle the situation, and hoped they got the girl out of there safely.

The bowl cut looked with interest at the girl's hands. “Lookey! Some tasty rice balls!” Ripping away a ball from her grasp, he takes a large bite into it.  

“That’s not for you!” Gasping, she watched helplessly. A feeling of fear ran through her, as he held the food meant for zoro.

“Wah! Too sweet!” Gagging he spits out the rice, his face taking a pink hue. “They’re packed with sugar! You’re supposed to use salt you idiot! Salt!” Having emphasized on salt, he threw down the rice ball he had been holding.

“But I… I thought they might taste better sweet…” With a scolded look, she flinched away when he took a step forward. Her eyes growing large, and with unshed tears.

Looming over her, he narrowed his eyes on the sight of the second rice ball. “Give me that!” Throwing the ball of food, he crushed it underneath the weight of his foot. 

“N—Stop! Please! I worked so hard!” She choked out, her eyes glued to the destroyed rice. Feeling helpless, she could simply gawk.

“—awful!” Koby whispered disappointedly, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I worked so hard to make those…” What else could she do? To go against him, someone who’s older, and has more strength than her. To feel the wrath? And have to pay consequences.

“Too bad.” He chuckled, snapping his fingers. One of the marines pulled out a neatly folded paper. “You must’ve not read the notice that was posted.” The once folded announcement is now neatly extended. “Those who assist criminals in any way will be executed, signed Marine Captain Morgan.” Gasping, her face paled. Trembling the slightest, the spoiled blonde laughed, not realizing what seriousness the matter holds. “It seems even little brats fear my daddy!” Finding hilarity, he covered his face to calm down.

“His daddy?” Luffy questioned, sniffing the air. Flinching in disgust, as smells of fear, panic, anger, and a nauseating arrogance. Regretting it, he pinched his nose.

“—ain morgan?!” Ignoring koby’s surprise, he carried on watching the scene.

“You!” The spoiled son turned to look at one of the marines, who stood up straighter. “Toss this kid out! Right now!” The soldier gasped, a look of nervousness gracing his features. Yet he made no gesture to move to follow the issued instructions. “I said throw her over the wall, soldier! Now if you don't follow my orders, I’ll tell my father!” Threatening the marine, he sent a glare causing them to flinch.

“Yes sir! I’ll do it!” The soldier agreed to the order, a feeling of reluctance.

“No!” The child opposed, pushing against him as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m sorry. Try curling up into a ball.” He whispered, hoisting her up. Adjusting his stance he throws her. Gritting his teeth, he wishes for this to end. The awful reign of a leader, and his spoiled son who uses his name as leverage.

“Ahhh!” Flinging himself away from the wall, luffy enveloped the girl in his embrace. Colliding harshly to the ground, they both gasp at the shock of the impact.

“Thanks mister!” She thanked, once they both sat up. Smiling, he stood up waiting for the pain to fade. Climbing back up the wall, he listens to the last of their conversation.

“Dead set on staying alive, aren’t you?” The spoiled blond asked, in a mocking tone, as he grinned.

“That’s right. I’m going to make it through the month without a problem.” His confidence enticing luffy, to watch as he shows his spirit that keeps fighting.

“Right. Good luck with that!” The blond answers with feigned support.

“Ten days.” 

“Oh, you still assume you’ll make it to those ten days.” The tone of voice sounded smug, as if there’s more than what he’s revealing. Turning he begins to walk away, both of the soldiers following.

 

Waiting for them to be gone, and out of sight he jumps down. “So I hear you're a bad guy…” luffy begins, watching his reaction. 

"You're still here?" He sounded annoyed, as when he first told them to get lost.

"You're stuck out here for all the world to see, and nothing. Are you really that strong?" Breathing in, he takes in the scent of steel, and what should be alarming that of blood. It should make him recoil, gag, and want to remove himself away from what could be considered a vile smell. He doesn't. If anything he wants to bask in it, but he won't. He needs to know who this person truly is, before he decides on him. 

"Mind your own business!" Glaring at luffy, he resolves that he's a dumbass with nothing better to do than bother him.

“I would—”

“You reek.” Zoro grimaces, the scent clinged to luffy’s skin wafting out, that of fear, anxiety, wrapped in the smell of rotting fish.

Sniffing himself, he frowned. “I don’t stink!” If anything he’s mixing koby’s scent as his.

“Sure.” His tone unconvinced, and an analyzing gaze. A shiver ran down his spine, the sense of adventure sparking even further.

A bright idea came to his head, as he rushed forward whacking his head into zoro's face. “See!” A groan came from the one that just got a face full of dark hair.

“Get your hair out of my face!” He snapped, moving his head only to stop. There's no particular odor that's coming off him, except for the scent attached, and the smell of dirt, ocean, and straw. 

Pulling back, "Told you I don't stink!" he smiled, proving his point when the green head stayed silent. 

“No, you need a shower.” Pouting for a bit, he can’t disagree. It’s been a while since he’s properly washed his skin, and hair. It makes him itch.

Beaming, luffy turns around. “See ya!” Taking a few steps forward, he pauses when a distressed scent caught him off guard.

“Wai—hold on! Could you pick that up for me?” Facing him, he took a glance at the crushed rice.

“It’s a dirt ball.” He pointed out, as he picked up the smashed rice.

Agitated with his previous encounter, he snaps. “Shut up! And give it to me.” Shoving the dirt covered food, he choked it down. “Tell her I said it was delicious.” His head hung once again.

~~~    ~~~    ~~~    ~~~

“You again.” He commented unfazed, a little expectant that he’d return. “The answer’s still no.”

“I’m Luffy! Promise to join my pirate crew, and I’ll untie you.” He bargained, a large smile playing at his lips.

“What?!” How can this person be so dense, and not understand the meaning of when someone says no.

“My pirate crew.” He repeated, wondering if he wasn’t loud enough. “I’m looking for people to join.” 

“Hell no! I have my own ambitions.” Zoro argued, disagreeing with even the thought of being in a pirate crew.

“Why not?” He frowned, confused why’d he reject.

“I don’t want to be a pirate! You get that?!” But why not? Being a pirate is fun! And freedom! How can’t he like that?

A smile broke out on luffy’s face. “I’ve decided! You’re joining my crew!” The tied demon frowned, annoyed, and ready to end this, sighed at the persistent pest.

Remembering koby mentioning he wields swords. “I heard you can use a sword.” 

“I’d show you…” An amazing idea struck luffy.

“If I get your sword you have to join me!” Then he ran off.

“Wha—genius it’s the other way!” Shock coursed through him, he must really be an idiot.

“I know!” Zoro watched perplexed, what the hell was he dragged into. Especially after watching him rocket himself towards the building.

~~~    ~~~    ~~~    ~~~

Well damn, he’s a pirate now. Can’t say he regrets it, though his captain is a little touchy. Rubbing his scent all over himself, surprisingly without being repulsed by it.

[pkmnomegaverse]

Cut Fankids Round 5

Once again that time for the yearly fankid cull. But I like to lay them out in a list like this to make them easy to add back if I change my mind. The theme (which is usually always the theme) is it's kids I don't wanna design. So they're getting the axe.

- Tory Lund (Omega; 37) & Pierce Sego (Alpha) (TowerFallShipping)

Avarel Lund - Omega!Boy; 15 (Twin)  (one-night stand)

Alois Lund - Omega!Boy; 15 (Twin)  (one-night stand)

The drama here was funny (so perhaps still happens anyway, who knows), but also I really am pretty stumped on a design for these two or even just who they are as characters. I really like the Max/Tory twins and a design for Rayner wouldn't be too hard if I just did it (and he's the important one with a story so won't cut him) but these two really do exist just for drama with the parents and not because I like the fankids. So just gotta cut my losses. Tory/Rafe just end up mirroring Wally/Brendan a bit more now (since that’s why they have the same age gap as Wally/Brendan, meant them as a parallel) but instead of being able to overcome the hurdles of accident baby when they're young, forcing them to make their relationship serious, they just aren't able to make it work, despite trying.

- Eusine Mori (Beta; 46)   

Feng Mori - Alpha!Boy; 14  (Unofficially Adopted/Ward of Eusine)

This isn't a direct cut per se, more moving Feng's parents around to try and save him. He's a character with enough backing I feel even were I to cut him, I'd still think about him. It's mostly Eusine as his guardian I just don't see anymore. So he's now added to Will/Karen's fam as the adopted lil bro of that family. Which since he's always been meant to be a bit flamboyant looking once I design him, I feel like it would fit right in with those two. Something something a weird Faller child with a cursed doll/Pokemon is something Will and Karen can probably handle better than Eusine. Also I’ve been kinda wavering on this fam, not sure if I want to keep them (more it’s Yumi who’s the issue, I have no idea what to do with her but don’t wanna cut her yet) so perhaps this will help shake things up enough to help with that issue.

- Tracy Sketchit (Alpha) & Daisy [Rivers] Sketchit(Omega) (HandymanShipping)

Beatrice Sketchit - Omega!Girl

This is not this ship being cut, just the kid (who in my head I always call Beat-Rice which is not endearing her to me enough to ever actually design her). But what is happening here is while I thought I cracked the code on a ship for Misty…I didn’t. Not really feeling Misty/Lorelei at all anymore as a ship. But adore the kids I designed, especially Aurora, so she gets to be a Handyman kid now. But what’s that you say, she is very clearly designed as a Lorelei kid? Don’t worry about it, she just super stans Lorelei. Thus why she’s theming her team around her and kinda styles her hair to match Lorelei’s iconic hair spike. But since she always was meant to take after her aunts a lot, in that sense, switching Daisy to her mom works fine. And Misty’s entire fam has wild hair colors anyway so why not a surprise redhead. I suppose it’s possible if Beat-Rice revives herself and a good Lorelei ship comes to me, I might flip Aurora back to Lorelei. Could even flip her back to Misty once I figure out what’s going on there. But for now she’s chilling here.

Which on that note

-  Lorelei Gail (Omega; 50) & Misty Rivers (Beta; 43) (ChestShipping) 

Aurora Gail-Rivers - Omega!Girl 

Calla Gail-Rivers - Omega!Girl  

Not the kids being cut here, just the ship. I just…can’t see them as a couple. No matter how I try to twist things around to maybe make it work. Decided on the ship out of desperation and the knowledge it would lead to good fankid designs (which it did, cracked the code in that sense at least). As I mentioned, Aurora goes to Tracy/Daisy and Calla will stay with Misty. I’m still debating who the other parent is. If I’m feeling lazy might just use Rudy (and was who I threw up as a placeholder). Say he’s that rando guy Misty is on a date with in HGSS (since I’ve always kinda contemplated if I could figure out who that guy could be, could just use him since am gameverse. Is her “canon boyfriend” in gameverse afterall). So basically going back to my earlier route where Misty has a daughter with basically an “OC.”

Also in gen, I’m thinking about shuffling some other kids around to different parents (for those whose designs either would make sense or would only need slight tweaks). As a way to trim ships without actually losing kids I designed for said ships. But still debating those so would make that another post.

[blazetbw-art]

Howdy-

I got physically sick for a hot-second and I gained an unhealthy love for Dragonball Super - Super Hero.

So I turned Sonic Adventure 1′s E102 “Gamma” into a Gamma lol.

His eye-sight and gun were implemented into his body vs being clunky add-ons. Also I like the idea that he can punch and blast at the same time lol. The cape is optional and can pop on and off, or dramatically thrown aside. Four of the expressions came from rewatching E102′s SA1 story to figure out some body language.

Along with some soft edits for the rest of the E-Series bots in Gamma’s story. I didn’t stick to game accurate colors to allow for some variety while keeping things open for potential Mk.II designs (at least on designated bots).

[nadineselfships-archived]

A/B/O AU where I'm an Alpha and John's an Omega and,, gasp,, we're soulmates,, 👀👀

[hollyhomburg]

I'm never too worried about the kink you write cause I end up discovering kinks I didnt know I had 🥴

(This got away from me but tw: double penetration kink, non-sexual and sexual 24 hour dom/sub dynamic, desperation kink, omorashi, PLEASE DISREGARD AND MOVE ALONG) You say that now but what if I end up talking about how yoongi, tae, and jin would all probably end up having a kinda 24 hour dom/sub dynamic with very spesific rules that she had to follow. I get the image of her, jimin, joonie, and jungkook getting really into a movie on the couch and then all of a sudden Jin’s gotta be like “alright it’s bedtime baby” and of course they all know which baby he’s referring too. And she pouts and whines and when she dosent get her way she actually dosent move

and both tae and jin get cross with her, no matter how many plies of “but I picked out a pretty pyjama set for you to match with mommy sunshine” is always met with “no!! 😠 wanna stay up!” But what the m/c dosent realize is that she’s getting a little shaky, over stimulating herself to make the others happy and cuz she wants to be around them even if how loud they’re being is making her flinch more than jump up and down in happiness.

They can see it but she can’t and when yoongi walks in and spots her pout he puts an end to it. “Kitten” his voice is full of caution. Yoongi only ever calls her by that pet name when she’s in trouble. “You can have 10 spanks right now for back talk and go straight to bed, or you can get 25 and 10 more minutes with the others” and she’s like “25 🥺” only she dosent realize he means /in front/ of the others, suddenly they’re not really interested in the movie anymore only how yoongi’s hands ghost over her holes, so nicely displayed for them over his lap.

“Awe did baby just want to show her alphas how needy she is? Does our omega need a settling to get to bed and be good? Is that it? Are we just not treating you like the slutty puppy you are?” And Definitly hooks his fingers into her holes to spread them apart and show them her- parts of her that she hasn’t even seen. Eventually they’d go back to watching the movie, never completely ignoring her little “ah-ah’s” of pleasure as yoongi gets her off efficiently with his hands.

Will you still say that when I want jinnie to call her a dumb pup and say that she obviously can’t be trusted to make choices on her own so he’ll decide for her- when to eat, when to go to the bathroom, when she gets to empty her cunt of all the cum the others fucked her full of. Or when he calls her a dumb puppy and makes her wet herself over a puppy pad just cuz he feels like it and hobi asked really nicely to watch 🥰 crying all the whole, a scene which Definitly testes her limits and necessitates copious aftercare. During which time they decide that they’ll only use scenes like that as punishments of the highest order or if she spesifically requests them.

Or when tae decides that the m/c deserves to feel full all day after she made the mistake of complaining of how empty she feels. She sets her up with a special pair of underwear that have dildos attached (they exist I’ve looked them up) ones that tae can inflate to her hearts desire. Keeping her feeling full and on edge all day.

Or when jin decides that really, she should be able to take more than one cock like jungkook can- might as well start to streach her out and prepare her for the alphas rut season when she’ll probably have to take more than one knot at once. Leaving her squirming sitting on the 10th largest of koo’s dildos at the foot of taes desk in her little puppy bed, ready to get soft head pats and maybe some fingers in her mouth if she gets too drooly.

Sometimes the others come in and pat her head and tell her she’s doing well, sometimes yoongi will come and tell her to get off the dildo and rest her knees, carefully inspecting her hole to make sure she’s not too red and checking in with her before filling her up with a little bit of lube and sitting her right back where she belongs 🥰

[lovecinnatwist]

How do you feel about omega Jason Todd/ alpha Dick Grayson? Maybe Dick didn’t know Jason was an omega until Jason got hit with some of Ivy’s pollen...

GasP Anon what a great idea! I adore JayDick-  Alpha!Dick and Omega!Jason is a bop even if I don’t write it often.

I hope you don’t chaotic mess which is pining!Dick!

Sexuality Crisis Adverted

Tags: Omegaverse, Heat/Mating Cycles, omega!Jason, alpha!Dick 

The moment the dust settles around them Jason knows that he’s fucked. The groan that creaks from his chest is heavy and tight. A side effect- he’s sure- from all the Goddamn pollen. Why couldn’t Poison Ivy chill with it already? It hasn’t worked before and it isn’t going to work now. There’s a series of loud beeps in his ear, signalling the filtration system in his helmet shutting down. Not that it matters when the equipment hasn’t done its job in the first place. He undoes the latches with quick fingers all while Ivy heads out through the giant hole she’s made in the ceiling. 

Not like he’ll let that stop him. The cool air prickles against his face in a refreshing way. It feels wonderful against his quickly warming skin. He tosses his helmet to the side to deal with later. For now he’s got to get that bitch back in jail before she spreads more of the new strain about Gotham. 

He hunts her for what feels like hours. By the time he tracks her back to Robinson Park he’s low on ammo and his heat has finally begun to set in. The familiar cramps and aches make his joints squeak. It’s something he feels more than hears over the sound of whatever Ivy’s latest plan is. He shoots right through another blossom and more dust goes flying. Not that it matters. Even if his heat turns critical he knows exactly how much time he has and it’s more than enough to get her in Arkham. 

A flash of blue and black blurs in the background. His eyes can barely follow the movements between staying focused on Ivy. He dodges two of her attacks and fires. He nearly grazes her but a wall of vines take the hit. He curses and charges forward.

Sharp. It’s one of the benefits of heat. The starling clarity when your instincts are at a fine point does wonders for things like this. Well until the actual fever crashes down and you’re too sluggish and horny to do anything but sleep or get fucked. Jason doesn’t mind either, though with Roy and Kori off-world he’s sure he’s going to be doing more of the former this time around. 

Nightwing makes himself useful and the next time Jason shoots he hits his target. It’s only rubber bullets but her hiss of pain is satisfying. 

The two of them work seamlessly. Which is a feat in itself with the ugly filtration system Dick has on. He looks ridiculous and Jason makes sure to tell him that as soon as he gets a chance. The sound of alpha’s laughter follows him through the air as he performs an effortless flip out of the way. Jason can’t help the quirk of his lips and soon they are putting Ivy away together. 

Not bad for an impromptu team up.

Nightwing hands her off to the police while Jason lays on top of a nearby roof. He’s catching his breath as the fire within him cools a bit. The exercise made him tired but it's a good kind of ache. One that distracts him from the way his lower abdomen curls and unfurls repeatedly. Once he’s no longer struggling to catch his breath he starts thinking it’s time to head back home. 

Soft footfalls land behind him. He scoffs. 

“ What none of the pretty officers down there ask for an autograph? “

He’s teasing mostly but nothing but silence greets him. He pauses and cranes his neck awkwardly to catch the other man’s expression. The wonderment and awe there are foreign.

Dick opens his mouth to speak before closing it. He isn’t wearing that ugly mask anymore so now Jason can easily read his expression. It’s odd considering what a steel trap he usually is. Despite his body's protest he sits up and faces the alpha. 

“ You good? “

He can read the anxiousness in his body language. It’s helpful considering the fact that Dick is absolutely drenched in scent blockers. Jason usually is too but without hood and the impending heat- well he wouldn’t be surprised to be told he stinks. The idea of showering and curling up in his bed with a good book almost makes him purr. Dick says nothing again. He just stands there looking stupid and Jason- well Jason doesn’t really have time for it. 

His bones scream as he stands. The ache is setting in fast but he’ll be good to get home. He’s definitely traveled home in worse states and thanks to Dick he didn’t take too many hits. He stretches and twists, the soft pop in his lower back is gratifying. There’s a slight uneasiness in the air. The longer the silence goes on the more tension starts to form between them. Jason can’t be bothered with it so as casually as he can manage he starts shifting towards the edge of the roof. 

“ So- this has been fun but I gotta go. Need to shower this shit off before the fever sets in. Thanks for the assist. I’ll send my report so tell the old man he doesn’t need to bother- “

“ You’re an omega! “

Jason blinks. It’s probably the worst cut off he’s ever gotten. The lack of tact is new for Goldie and Jason for the life of him can’t shake off his discomfort. If it were another time he would laugh. The stupid way Dick is gawking his hilarious. The alpha smacks a hand over his mouth like he’s trying to keep from saying anything more.

Jason’s eyebrows fly up.

“ Uhhh yea? “

They don’t really talk about secondary genders. Not often or ever really. Sure technically Jason should have a bunch of pack jobs to do but since Bruce hasn’t formally asked him back he doesn’t bother. Cass is pretty good at nest building and caring for the others so there’s never been any need. 

If anything it’s been more of a relief. He’s always been pretty weird about his dynamic. Not because he thought it made him weaker or something. It’s more because the second anyone found out that all 6”2 and 215lbs of him is omega? Well they got this intense kind of look on their face. Kind of like they weren’t looking at a person anymore, more like a piece of meat.

Kinda like- Kinda like- how Dick is staring at... him... now.

The puzzle pieces click together all too slow. 

Dick removes  his hands like he can’t quite help it. His eyes wide in amazement and- huh is it the light or are his pupils dilated? The alpha starts to speak and the words start coming out in a rush.

“ I had no idea that you were an omega- I mean it makes sense- because you’re gorgeous and at first- at first I thought I was gay. Not that there’s anything wrong with that- but like i’ve never been gay- like i’m into omegas always have been but then there was you and you just made me think all these things and feel all this new stuff and gosh I was so confused. Now everything makes sense though because now I’m not gay and you’re an omega and you smell good and fuck do you always smell like this? You smell amazing little wing. I hope our pups smell like you. It’s kinda sweet but spicy, like in a good way. Kinda like warm sheets out of the laundry and chai tea- I just wanna roll around in it and get it all over me- I know that’s kind of weird but like I’m a weird kind of alpha sometimes i’m sure it won’t really bother you too much through like I swear I’ll be a good mate and take good care of you and- God is it weird i’m taking so much when I should probably be taking you to nest? I should totally be taking you to nest. God I can’t believe i’m talking so much when you probably just wanna rest. Or well fuck? We could do that too I don’t mind you probably look so gorgeous all fucked and pupped up- I hope it sticks. I know I’m kind old to not have any pups yet but like I feel like I must have been waiting for you and now- “

Jason’s eyes have been growing widder by the minute. Dick’s mouth is still going and his heart is racing with every word. He’s practically babbling to himself. While Jason- Well Jason  is feeling a little frightened. He isn’t even sure how to stop the alpha either but then Dick is walking towards him taking about mating, sex and pups and well- well Jason has to put a stop to it there. 

He takes out his gun and shoots right past the alpha’s face. Dick had been so lost in his words he didn’t even notice Jason take the weapon out. Jesus just where is the alpha’s head at? Actually he knew where the alpha’s head’s at. It’s why he’s currently got his M1911 pistol between them.

Dick shuts up and Jason welcomes the silence with a silent prayer. Moments pass and when he sees the alpha doesn’t move, he lowers the gun a fraction.

He takes a deep breath. 

“ 1. What ever you’re talking about right now?  Isn’t happening. You’re saying a whole bunch I don’t get- but let me be clear. You are not getting anywhere near me, my nest or my vagina. “

Dick flushes at the word. He opens his mouth and there’s a quick ‘ but Jay’ on his lips. It’s kinda admirable but Jason doesn’t have the time. Heat fatigue is on him and the last thing he wants is Dick Graysosn trying to take care of him or- or doing whatever the hell he’s talking about. 

He fires another bullet this time close enough to graze the kevlar. 

“ 2. I don’t know how you apparently missed that i’m an omega but just because I am doesn’t mean we’re suddenly going to ride off into the sunset with me birthing barefoot however many pups you want. That isn’t happening this- “

He waves the gun back and forth between them. 

“ This isn’t happening. “

Dick looks determined and his mouth is in a tight little line. He opens his mouth to speak and Jason raises the gun again. The furrow of those perfect eyebrows is kind of adorable but mostly annoying. 

“ 3. If you even try to come within the radius of my den while i’m in heat i’m going to shoot you, Not in your leg, not in your arm, but right between your pretty pretty eyes. You got that? “

Jason prefers people to pale when he’s threatening them but instead the alpha lights up. 

“ You think my eyes are pretty? “

Jason groans. Alpha’s were such a pain. He never really took Dick to be like a typical one either. He kind of wants to put more thought to it but he can’t when his skin is starting to crawl and itch in a way that’s numbing. 

“ I think you’re pretty irritating, that's what I think. “

The alpha frowns and Jason takes a step back. 

“ Remember the rules Goldie or you might get yourself in trouble. “

He gets a solemn nod. Dick looks troubled as much as he looks confused. The alpha is standing there nodding to himself as if he’s gluing together an invisible puzzle. 

“ Yea- Yea that makes sense. “

Tension eases from Jason’s shoulders but then Dick starts talking again.

“ God I haven’t even courted you and here I am talking about pups and sex like a total knot head. I haven’t given you any gifts or even won any challenges- God talk about stupid. I’ll totally make it up to you Jason you’ll see I’m a good alpha I swear I just need a chance and then I’ll for sure convince you- “

Jason Todd is sure Dick’s lips are moving a mile per minute. There’s also a frantic quality to his movements that look- off but he’s in no shape to be the judge of anyone's state of mind. Maybe he had gotten dosed by something earlier in the night? 

Oh well- that’s a problem for the bats. Jason isn’t having any part of it. 

He hops off of the roof leaving Goldie talking to himself.

Getting back to his nest turns out to be easy which he’s grateful for because the moment he inches through the window is the moment he realizes how tired he is. He practically crawls into the shower. The only reason why he doesn’t skip it all together is because the idea of bringing dirt, grime and pollen into his nest sets his instincts on fire. He bathes thoroughly despite how sluggish and tired his movements are. After all, it's probably the only bath he’s going to be having over the next few days. Besides answering the delivery guy and bathroom breaks he doesn’t plan to do much else. 

Clean and cool he slinks his way to his bedroom, his hair still damp from the shower. He doesn’t have much of a nest going on but the half constructed walls from the other day are at least a base. He pads over to the closet and drags out the rest of his material. His body thrumming with fatigue and need. He knows from experience however that if he tries to sleep in a half done nest he’s just going to be fitful all night and have to do it anyway. 

Better to get it over now. 

He crafts everything together with slow, drowsy movements. One of the edges is a little lopsided but he can’t bring himself to care. He’s got a few things from Kori and a few things from Roy and as usual it all goes seamlessly with the rest of bedding that he kept around the house. He’s got a small pack but it’s his. The soft smell of milk and pup from Lian’s little yellow shirt makes him smile. It’s mute and a little dull but it does the trick. Especially when he keeps everything in the air tight containers Roy made him. 

Nest finished and body clean he crawls into the mess of blankets. It’s soft and soothing against his feverish skin. The contact calms some of the aching that’s been echoing in his bones. He sighs and melts, curling into his pillows as his eyes fall shut. It’s cozy and his and for now that’s enough. He passes out before he can have another thought. 

In the artificial heat, Jason sleeps like the dead. A good nest has always done wonders at keeping him pliant. Something he plans to reap all the benefits of as he takes some time off the streets. He rolls over and stretches, soft fabric wrapping around his ankles. He purrs and nuzzles deeper, a content thrum of safe, warm and happy running through his system. Heat sleep is always some of the most restful.

He basks in the warmth coming from the window, ready to roll over and go back to dreamland. At least he would be if some ass hole didn’t decide to start doing home renovations. 

The pounding sound is annoying. Almost like someone has decided to build an entire Goddamn shelf at whatever time of the afternoon it is. He hisses and buries his head under his pillow. It helps a little until he realizes that what he’s hearing is knocking and it’s coming from his front doors. He groans.

Maybe if he doesn’t answer the person will give up?

They do not give up. 

Jason drags himself out of his nest fully ready to shoot the person on the other side of the door. No one knows about his apartment. He’s always made sure not to give the bats the slightest idea where it is. After all they were too noisy and the idea of any of them being able to show up whenever they wanted gave him anxiety.

He wipes his face and it does nothing to wake him up. When he shouts out a gruff I'm coming the knocking stops. He groans his legs like led as he drags himself to the door. It only takes one peek through the spy hole to see who it is. 

His head falls back and he curses the day the universe decided to tredge his sorry ass back to life. 

“ A bullet between the eyes Goldie. “

He means it to sound more rough and threatening. For the most part though he just sounds tired. He’s gotten enough sleep of course but the demanding furnace of heat is only just starting to burn through his energy reserves. Something about the bodies need to redirect all energy toward reproduction or some shit. Jason always assumed its alpha propaganda but you know what? He welcomes the break because sometimes the only care he gets is from himself. 

“ I brought breakfast? “

Jason winces at the awkward tone of voice. He doesn’t move to open the door and Dick stays quiet for a tense moment.

“ I wanted to apologize for last night and figured maybe we could talk? I got your favourite. Baleadas from that place you like. Add Avocado and Bacon. “

The omega curses. At the mention of food his mouth immediately starts to salivate. With how quickly his heat came on he hadn’t really gotten a chance to prepare. Usually he likes to prep some meals and in the interim order take out. He has to admit that Dick knows him pretty well if the alpha is showing up with food. 

On one hand letting a viable alpha into his home is probably a bad idea. On the other hand he could most definitely take Dick if it came down to it. Decision made he reluctantly starts to disarm the security system. 

“ You try some shit- “

Dick’s worn face appears, take out held up like a peace offering. 

“ And between the eyes I know. “

Jason fixes him with a look and when the alpha doesn’t move he steps to the side to let him in. They head to his little kitchen after Jason shuts the door. The apartment is small enough that they didn’t even go far. He glares at the alphas shoes and Dick is quick to take them off. While he does Jason helps himself to the bags. 

When Dick had said breakfast he had been modest. There are at least three bags. Some with fresh fruits, some with expensive bougie chocolates you can only get up town, Baliedas of course, fresh made guava juice, heat pads, electrolyte drinks and a variety of cramp medicine. He rolls his eyes and digs through a little box that Dick pushes onto the table as he fidgets next to an open chair. 

Jason raises an eyebrow before grabbing the box and flipping it open. A happy trill leaves his lips before he can stop it. He pulls out a semita the smell of sweetness and cinnamon filling the kitchen. Roughly pulling out a chair he takes a seat, his mouth watering before he even takes a bite. When he does he moans happy and light as flaky pastry melts on his tongue. 

God had to be from Aliana’s. Shit was perfect. 

He scarves down one quickly, licking his fingers before reaching into the other bag to pull out a warm balieda in aluminum foil. The food is so good he completely forgets Dick is even there. For the most part his mute alpha scent is blocked away which makes it easy to ignore him. Well except for the soft smiles and what the man must think are sneaky looks thrown his way. 

He gets half way through his second semeta when he finally looks at the alpha who is sitting in the furthest possible chair. 

“ So- we gonna talk about last night? “

Dick has the decency to flush. His color darkens in an interesting way. Jason doesn’t ever think he’s ever seen him like that before. He chews slowly and the alpha groans covering his face in his hands. 

“ Was testing a serum with Alfred before we got the call about Ivy. It’s a new formula and didn’t seem to be working, didn’t kick in until we were half way done. “

Jason makes an understanding noise. It’s a good thing they got things done quickly but still Dick probably shouldn’t have been out compromised like that. He takes a straw and pops it into one of the juices. At the first sip his entire body flutters with alertness. There’s just something about sugar during his heat that could raise him from the dead. 

“ What the hell were you doing out with that stuff in your system? What if you got caught or something. “

The way Dick looks down and his blush travels to his ears is very telling. Suddenly the words from last night return to him. 

‘ at first I thought I was gay ‘

He blinks. Oh my God. Dick actually had a thing for him. Even when he for some unexplainable reason thought he had been an alpha. A part of him is actually flattered that the bone head would jump into the fray to give Jason back up. Not that he needed it but still the gesture had been nice. 

Now here he is, at Jason’s apartment, bringing him breakfast and things to help him with his heat. The scent of insecurity leaks through what must be industrial scent blockers because Jason can barely get a whiff of anything else. He hums low in his throat and blue eyes flicker up to his. Jason tries to read what he see’s there but Dick’s gaze drop down again. 

“ Thought you could use the help. “

‘ More like you wanted an excuse to see me ‘ Jason thinks.

He leaves the alpha to stew instead tucking away the new information he has. Now that he’s full and rested he can actually think a bit clearly. Dick isn’t a bad looking alpha. His skin is a gorgeous gold color that blurs the line between ethnicities. The contrast of his vivid blue eyes almost makes him look like they are glowing. His teeth are straight and he’s got a great smile with plump lips that will probably be nice to kiss-

Jason’s also seen enough of Dick coming in and out of the showers to know how crazy the alpha’s body is. All hard lines with battle scars and marks that make his inner omega sing. Something dark and dangerous wants to push and see how his marks would look amongst the collection. He sips his juice in silence, mulling over the possibility. 

Warmth pools in his stomach, waking up the first tendrils of arousal for his heat. Dick’s eyes look up and he swears he can see the alpha’s nostrils flare. He smirks and then laughs when Dick looks mortified to have been caught blatantly scenting him. 

“ Well this has been nice. Thanks for breakfast Dickie but you should probably get going before my fever flares up. “

When the man stands Jason’s eyes trail down his figure. The alpha jumps under his attention, skittish and shy. 

Not bad, not bad at all. The hunter in him purrs. 

“ Yea- sure totally glad I could help. I’ll just be going. “

The stuttering of his words is cute. Unlike the night before when Dick had basically been vomiting words, now he’s shut like a clam. The difference is endearing. Jason stands and Dick stumbles back. 

“ I uh… hope your heat goes well. If you need help, just call and i’ll do my best to get here. “

Jason fixes him with a look and the expression of sheer horror that crosses the alpha’s face is worth the drama. 

“ Not like that- just like food or whatever? Like if you have cravings or something. “

Dick stumbles over his words but the recovery is smooth. Jason watches Dick putting on his shoes. He heads back over to the plastic bag on the table.

“ Uh huh. “ 

He makes a show of stealing one of the wrapped candies and twisting it out of the foil. Dick’s eyes stare and his fingers. The blue follows, follows, follows until he brings it to his lips. Jason grins as he sinks his teeth in. 

The helpless way the alpha swallows him gives him a thrill.

“ Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out. “

Because now that he’s looking- what an it is.

Dick gives him a terse nod before turning and twisting the knob. He tilts his head as the alpha leaves. When the door click shuts he gives a sound of appraisal.

Yea, Jason wouldn’t mind hittin that. 

After the impromptu visit he starts scheming. 

First, he finds out the ingredients of the serum. It turns out to be a pesky little thing that blurs the line between a person and their instincts. An attempt to make their truth serum recipe stronger. Some shady shit Bruce probably shouldn’t even be dabbling in. But then again it seems like it's okay for the line to blur as long as no one dies. 

He scoffs, tossing his tablet down. 

Focus- no wasting his heat thinking about Bruce. Not when Dick is clearly a better subject matter. He purrs low as warmth pools in his belly.  Reading the report made one thing clear. As frantic as the alpha had been, he had also been genuine. 

Luckily Jason doesn’t even have to do much to get the man to visit again.

His heat fucking drags.

Sure he’s usually quite long but this- this is just too much. Enough that Dick goes out of his way to drop food outside and leave it for him to find. The first time it’s a surprise but by the third- well Jason is opening the door before the alpha can run away.

He looks decadent in his Richard Wayne civies, smelling like expensive cologne and wearing something soft. The dark blue of the scarf brings out the lightness in Dick’s eyes. While the dark grey sweater hugs the man’s muscles in all the right ways. It’s nice to see all of his face too. The way the alpha’s features stand out in the plain hallway is almost overwhelming. Or at least it would be if Jason hasn’t been spending the last 5 days obsessing over him.

He decides to press his luck. Technically he could get away with at least this much, he is in heat after all. He smiles as he accepts the bags, making sure to brush against Dick enough to scent him. The quick little intake the alpha does is precious. It’s subtle of course but with how Jason’s heat stink is practically visible in the air Dick looks like he’s been smite. 

For seven entire minutes the man is stun stationary at the front entrance. It’s almost comical how long it takes him to recover. Jason’s already eaten an entire carton of nasi goreng and an egg roll.

Dick excuses himself under the guise of being late, his cheeks pink. The alpha nearly goes head first into the door frame in his embarrassment. Jason has to bite back his laugh. He busies himself with licking sweet and sour sauce off of his lips as the man retreats. The thought of ‘how cute’ doesn’t leave even when the food is done. 

It shouldn’t be this easy to fall for him. The clumsy way Dick goes about things is so different than anything he’s ever had before. Bless his sweet shy heart but the alpha is anything but assertive. 

In fact it reminds Jason of a romcom. When the male lead is obviously in love with the protagonist and everyone can see it except for him. It sort of feels like that. Though the more Dick tries to cover his tracks the more Jason finds neon signs of tender affection and desire. 

It’s courtship. 

He doesn’t know if Dick realizes it yet, but Jason’s sure as hell accepting it. The thickly drawn line he put down in the beginning is starting to edge away. Every little gift, every text message, every fleeting glance is chipping away at it until it disappears.

When leaves his curtains open a sliver at night, he can catch the alpha guarding his apartment. 

Now logically it could be seen as platonic. After all, Pack mates were meant to watch each other’s backs- especially during heat and rut. Jason hasn’t been there for any of his pack members' cycles, and in turn he never takes it personal when they haven’t been there for him. 

Now that he has it though he never wants it to stop. 

The next day when Dick stops by, Jason spills something on the alpha’s shirt. It’s an excuse. Something that a league alpha would see through. Dick however is absolutely oblivious and Jason takes great pride in making Dick leave in one of his. Stinking like possessive dangerous omega and in exchange he adds the alpha’s shirt to his nest. He also adjusts it to make it big enough for two.

It smells amazing and he sleeps with his face in it. 

Jason enjoys every moment of his heat. He soaks up the attention the alpha lavishes on him earnestly. On day 10 he actually finds himself saying a little thank you to Ivy. His heat isn’t nearly as strong as a usual one but the symptoms are still obvious enough that he has to stay shut in. It gives him more time to iron out his plan of action. Well it’s less of a plan and more like throwing himself at the alpha and taking and having until he’s full.

He purrs thick and heavily. The rumble is so dark it’s almost like a growl but Dick looks completely unbothered by it. He doesn’t mind most things Jason has been learning. The alpha doesn’t shame him for being taller and wider than him. He doesn’t make Jason feel like less than himself, or less than others in his caste. He’s just nice, oblivious but nice and Jason- well Jason has never had that before.

He licks cannoli filling off of his fingers while sneaking a peek at Dick. 

Jason has to hand it to him. He’s doing a pretty good job and pretending to pay attention to the movie. There’s no way he is though. Not with how Jason’s apartment smells like safe, happy, wanting omega. Not with the way Jason is making sure Dick knows just how comfortable he is with him in the room. 

Dick’s scent is mute because of the blockers but that doesn’t mean much against enhanced senses. He can still smell the brief wisp of indulgent pride at providing for him.

The delicious italian food is spread out of the low coffee table like a feast.

One thing Jason could say for certain, the alpha knew how to eat. The baliada’s had only been the beginning. Dick’s brought him some of the best goddamn food he’s had in a while. There’s been slow cooked ribs with all the fixings. A 4 cheese pizza with truffle oil, spinach and grilled chicken with fresh gelato for dessert. Then of course the handmade pasta they’re having now. 

Absolutely perfect and only a fraction of how the alpha has been spoiling him. 

He even made it a point of giving Dick a few challenges of his own. Simple things that he slowly increased the difficulty on. The first day he had asked for something elementary. A blue blanket. Nothing too hard because he just wanted to see if the alpha would. Then- 2 hours later he had the biggest, softed blue blanket that he’s ever seen. Adding it to his nest had been soothing to his instincts. 

Next he asked Dick to take over a case of his. Nothing with a time limit of course but the alpha took it anyway. He used all the information Jason gave up and two days later the bastards dealing to the middle school up north were in black gate where they belonged. That alone had been good- but Jason… Well Jason wanted the best. 

That’s what led him to this little idea. He’s got the most recently released rom com on screen, Dick’s soft blanket over them while he lounges on the couch with nothing but a thin white t-shirt and a pair of sweats that fit him in all the right way. Before Dick had come over he made sure that the place had been absolutely coated in his scent. Which had been kind of easy with how much his heat tends to stink up places. 

He leans against the alpha and feels him stiffen up against him. It’s minute but the man quickly relaxes when Jason purrs soft and sweet. A gentle sound made to relax alpha’s whether they wanted to or not. He shifts and feels Dick’s eyes drop to his chest. He feels hot knowing that the alpha can clearly see his nipples through his top. 

The movie drags on and Jason enjoys torturing the alpha. 

It’s dainty touches at first, just to test the man’s reactions. Simple and frequent enough that he’s sure the alpha knows he’s doing it on purpose. 

So what if he wants to cop a feel off of the alpha who’s courting him? It’s his right. 

He curls into Dick’s side, surprised how his body fits in the curve of the alpha’s arms. His breast presses against a bicep. A purr starts to build in his throat.

“ Movie’s good. “ He lies. 

The alpha grunts the affirmative. It’s obvious that he isn’t able to pay attention. To be truthful Jason would be insulted if he could. After all he’s purposely pumping out a perfume of sweet, wanting, waiting omega that must have Dick dizzy. 

Still the man doesn’t push and Jason’s heart pounds in his chest. 

They reach the end of the movie and Dick seems too quick to get off the couch. Jason stretches and lays down his entire body relaxed and warm. The last bits of heat are whispering out of him which he’s glad for. It means he has more energy and more than that- that he can’t be accused of being compromised. 

He hums as Dick straightens up the leftovers on the coffee table. He’s so diligently good that Jason just needs to reward him. He bites his bottom lip peering up at the alpha through his lashes. Slow and purposely he runs a clothed sock up the inseam of Dick’s black slacks. The way the alpha tenses and stumbles is equal part adorable as arousing. 

Blown blue eyes look at him and Jason’s purr grows. 

“ C’mere. “

Jason is pretty sure he didn’t let any sort of command slip into his voice. It had been nothing but a soft honest call but the way Dick just- lets everything fall to get back to him did things to his ego. Dick stares at him helplessly. Eyes struggling to stay on his face, but darting down to his lips, chest, thighs then back up in rapid succession. Jason sinks into the couch, the soft rumble in his chest merging with the credits on screen. 

“ ‘m feeling a little restless. Would you scent me before you go? “

Jason tilts his neck up, demour and willing. When he cuts his eyes at the alpha he’s sure there’s mirth in his gaze. He can’t help it however. Not when Dick looks like he’s about to short circuit. Almost like the only gravity in the room is Jason and if the alpha takes his gaze away from him for a moment he’ll be floating towards the sun. 

Huh, his heat must be cooling off if he could think up that metaphor. 

The alpha swallows not moving. Jason watches his hestitance gleefully. He knows what he looks like. The hard lines of his body posing in an open and friendly gesture. A wanting gesture that would have a weaker alpha already on their knees. 

Jason smirks, He can practically hear Dick’s heartbeat pounding in his chest. 

“ Sure Little Wing, yea I can do that. “

He can but he still hasn't moved. Jason would snort but he doesn’t want to give away the game too quickly. He wants Dick to move on his own. To see how the alpha will genuinely act if Jason leaves himself open and vulnerable. 

Instead of his neck, Dick lifts his wrist and uses it to drag up and down the smooth expanse of Jason’s throat. Jason’s purr crescendos to the point where it almost hurts. His vocal cords vibrate as his chosen alpha rubs his scent all over him. It’s mute because of the patches- but still undeniably Dick. 

Jason’s eyelashes droop. His entire body is warm content and happy. Dick stares and him and the omega stares back. 

“ I should probably go…. The movie was good, thanks for suggesting it. “

Jason didn’t watch a goddamn thing and he’s pretty sure Dick didn’t either. 

“ Anytime Goldie. “

He means it. The two of them bask in silence, the title screen flicking back up as the credits roll to a close. No one says anything so Jason is content to leave things where they are. He has all the answers he needs. 

“ See you around. “ 

Sooner rather than later? He wants to quip. He holds his tongue however. Patience. Tip your intentions too early and your prey will get away. League lessons ring true even now. He feigned nonchalance while nodding at the alpha.

“ Sounds good. Bring Sushi next time “

There’s nothing left for Dick to prove. Jason has already made his decision.

The alpha smiles soft and sweet. His entire face lightening up at the promise of another meeting.

“ Sure Little Wing. “

Jason grins. 

How clueless and naive. The poor thing had no clue that next time actually meant eternity. 

[lancearcherinrippedjeans]

Moving On

Pairings - Cash Wheeler x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader

Category - Angsty, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings/Promises - Cussing and cheating

Word Count - 1,462

Summary/Desc - Y/N gets cheated on, so, she tries to move on.

For @kploveswrestling​

I was so proud of them. Cash and Dax just made their debut here in AEW, and I was beyond excited. I finally get to work with my longtime boyfriend.

Cash was so good to me, he made me happy, and well, he is my happiness.

I walked to their locker room, when Dax stopped me, “Y/N, uh, I don’t know if you wanna go in there.” I looked at him confused, “Why?”

He looked at the door and back at me, “You just don’t, if you don’t wanna get hurt.” “What? Is he trash talking me or something? Come on Dax, move.” I laughed.

“Please Y/N. I care about you, just please, don’t.”

“If he’s naked I don’t care,” I pushed passed him opening the door, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen befo-” Well, Cash was naked. Just, on top of someone else. He heard my voice, and quickly detached from the girl, quickly putting on some clothes.

“Y/N, it’s not what it looks like.” Cash tried to defend himself, like I hadn’t seen anything. “No I think it’s exactly what it looks like,” I couldn’t even look at him, “You’re throwing away our relationship for some brunette whore?”

“Um I would like to cut in!” She defended herself, cutting in the conversation and putting on her clothes. I looked at her, “Get. Out.” She walked towards the door, “No, Amanda, stay.” He objected.

“Oh so she has a name now?”

“Look, Y/N. It’s getting old. It’s always ‘I’m tired’ ‘not tonight’ ‘I’ve been training all day’. I needed to fill the gaps.” I folded my arms, “So this is over cause I didn’t want to have sex? Really?”

He shrugged. I just nodded, hurt, “Alright, we’re done. If you want to throw it away, then I will too.”

He turned away, “Whatever, you’re not worth my time anyways.” I couldn’t believe what he just said, I had to get out of here.

 I walked out the room and bumped into Dax again.

He looked at me with sad eyes, “Y/N I-” “I’m fine. Just, let me leave.”

I walked around him to the women’s locker room, grabbing my stuff and leaving. And before I could leave the general area of the locker room to order my Lyft, before someone else bumped into me. “What the hell man?!” I yelled not even looking at the person before trying to walk away.

Whoever it was grabbed my arm and pulled me back, “Y/N? What is wrong with you?” I moved my hair out my face to see Kenny Omega, worried look on his face. I hadn’t talked to him much, just friendly conversation here and there.

I snatched my arm away, “I don’t want to talk about this okay? I just want to order my Lyft and cry in my hotel room.”

He thought for a second, “You can ride with Adam and I, you know, to pay you back for bumping into you.”

It could be nice, and I wouldn’t have to dump all my problems on some random stranger.

“Alright, do I have to stay any longer?” He shook his head, “No, I was about to leave anyways, Adam is waiting for me outside.” 

We headed for parking and Kenny told his tag team partner, “She’s riding with us tonight, hope you don’t mind.” Adam just shrugged and grabbed my back, putting it in the trunk, closing it. 

I headed for the backseat when they said I could take shotgun, I tried to object, but it was no use, I buckled up in the passengers seat and got ready for the ride ahead.

“So, Y/N, if you don’t mind me asking,” Kenny looked at me for a split second, “What happened?”

I felt the urge to cry again, but held it in. “Well, uh, I was about to check in on Cash, Dax stopped me. And when I got around him, I found out Cash was cheating on me.”

“What!?” Both men shouted in unison. “I know, I know. I didn’t expect it either.” 

“But you two have been together for so long.” Adam said, confused. “Well, that didn’t matter to him.”

Kenny looked over at me, “Y/N you deserve better than that, for sure.” I weakly smiled before turning back to the road, waiting to get to the hotel.

The Next Day

I was woken up by loud banging on my room door. I got up to answer it to see Cash, with flowers. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. What I said, was horrible and what I did was worse. Can we just, try again?”

I took the flowers, “Well, maybe.” I smiled down at them. “Besides, Monica meant nothing to me,” He said grabbing my hands, “I miss you.” I stopped smiling when I realized, he said a completely different name than Amanda, “Monica? I caught you with Amanda?”

“I mean-” I threw the flowers in his face, “So there were multiple women?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“How long have you been sleeping with other women?”

“I don’t know, Y/N, a few months? Can you just let it go?”

I bit back the tears, I couldn’t let him know how much he had hurt me.

“Please, just leave.”

“Wait...is this because of Kenny or Adam?” “What are you even talking about?” “Dax saw you leave with them last night. So what? You’re with one of them now? Is that it?”

“Cash, Adam is married. And Kenny, he was being nice.”

“Sure, like I’ll believe that.” “Oh my gosh just go!”

I managed to get that out without breaking down. “Alright fine, I’m sure Monica or Amanda would be pleased to here that it’s over for good.”

He walked away, without anymore words. I was actually done.

I closed the door and hit my back against it, crying. The only man I had loved for years no longer cares? How could he let me go so quick? I heard and felt a few thuds against my back, “Y/N? It’s Kenny.”

“Go away.” I sobbed out, not wanting to see anyone.

“Please? Open the door?”

I let out a breathe and decided to open the door. He offered a comforting smile and held up a bag, I don’t know what’s in it, but I’m probably gonna find out.

“I thought I would hang out with you for a bit, and y’know, try and help you feel better.” I smiled back and let him in, closing the door right after.

He sat on my bed, waiting for me to sit next to him. I did, reluctantly. He started taking things out the bag. He handed me a pint of ice cream and a small bear. I cracked a small smile and thanked him.

“Now, you wanna talk about it a bit?”

I sighed and slammed my head down on the pillow, having to explain how I actually felt. “I just don’t get it. He’s throwing years down the drain. I don’t understand. Is there something wrong with me? I mean, I bet those girls were beautiful. I guess I can’t blame him,” I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, “And I-I don’t know if I can move on. He was my everything. I can’t let go.”

He grabbed my hand, “Y/N there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re amazing from what I’ve seen. You’re funny, nice, beautiful and a 10/10 that he apparently just can’t realize. And there’s probably a line of people that would love to have your heart.”

“But Kenny-”

“Don’t object! Cause I’m right, and I don’t get how you don’t see it! Cash is a fucking idiot. He can go fuck whoever he wants but they’ll never be Y/N L/N.”

I looked up at him, tears still in my eyes, “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do.”

I couldn’t comprehend what I was hearing, so I just sat up and hugged him. Kenny really was a good guy.

Time Skip

He was hanging out with me for a few hours, “I gotta head out gotta talk to Adam about some things.”

I was kinda sad, but it’s fine, “Oh okay, I’ll walk you out.”

I walked him to the door but he hesitated, “Y/N, are you free Saturday?” “Uh yeah, why?” 

“Well, I learned more about you today than I ever have, so, I want to take you out, you know, like a date.”

I was so happy by what I was hearing, I perked up, acting like I wasn’t stunned, “Uh, yeah. Sounds great.” “Well alright. See you Saturday.” 

“See you then, bye.” He walked out, closing the door behind him.

Well, I guess I have a date Saturday. And better yet, I get to move on. To a man who is actually worth it.

BLEH I HATE THE ENDING. Butttt I hope you enjoyed, this stressed me out cause I was soooooooo busy and unmotivated this week/last week.

[bre-meister]

So, I just watched the first 3 episodes of Fate: The Winx Saga and I know I don’t usually talk about Winx on this blog but... girl gotta put her thoughts somewhere. This show was my childhood and Netflix really said “Fuck it”.

 I’ll leave it under the cut so if you wanna stay for this rant, feel free

 I went into this knowing I would hate it and, honestly, I do and I don’t

 I think it is an absolute shit dumpster fire of an adaptation that someone poured gasoline on and then tried to lite on fire with Bloom’s inconsistent control issues and shit just got even worse 

But, this could have been a fairly decent show If it was a stand alone- It had no need to be attached to the Winx name because it really is not Winx

There are some problems I had with it that everyone had before the show even dropped - The whitewashing and lack of diversity, the atrocious outfits, the lack of wings (“We evolved” that’s fucking bullshit y’all know good and well that part of the fun of the OG show was the new transformations and the outfits and we can’t even have that)

Also there is def technology here so why the FUCK do we not have Tecna? She’s the straight laced girl of the group but at the same time I feel like she could have added some much needed levity 

And my girl would have told it like it is. Sometimes these people (not the Winx because they are NOT the Winx) do dumb shit for the sake of doing dumb shit and Tecna would never have allowed this!

Combining the Trix into one person is still iffy for me, like I get why they did it but I just don’t think it has the same effect as having the three of them

Sometimes she gives me Icy vibes and most of the time she gives me Darcy vibes and almost never she gives me Stormy vibes (even though her powers are most like Stormy) and that shit just gives me whiplash

 I also think that having the witches at cloud tower provided the original show with this great idea of “even though we use dark magic and are considered witches we still make the choice ourselves as to whether or not we use that magic for good or for evil” but then again I might be reading into it too much who knows 

It’s bad enough they had to go and make Aisha the token black character but then they also make her this mean, black woman caricature (and I know it stems from her frustration that she can’t do this one thing perfect but still, as a black young woman who has seen black women portrayed like this constantly it is damaging as hell)

On that note - why did they have to make the one black and overall minority girl the control freak? Idk it just doesn’t really sit right with me

Speaking of jealousy...we gotta talk about Stella

 I know this is supposed to be more realistic and grown up and ya, I get it, girls can be catty but dude, Stella WOULD NEVER

THIS Stella endangered Bloom on PURPOSE because she was Jealous and then she really wanted to dipp on her in the woods after Bloom was trying to help her get back HER ring she shouldn’t have given her in the first place all cause she was a bit scared? Even scared Stella in the original show wouldn’t have done that! Would she have complained? YES! But she wouldn’t be so quick to give up

Need I remind everyone that she almost drained herself completely trying to protect her friends in the Omega Dimension from the Ice Snakes and only stopped because Musa was like “Stella, your hurting yourself. Take a break everyone will be ok”

And this shit show wants me to believe that these are the saem people? I think not!

 So I’m only on episode 3 but I can already tell that whatever they’re trying to say happened with Rickie is not what actually happened and that whole storyline is just super annoying like bro, there better be a good ass reason why she is pretending to be such a terrible person and I just don’t trust this show to be that creative 

This thing between her and sky is so confusing and makes like, no sense

Moving on...

I love Sam, he is so sweet and cute and amazing 

 His introduction “uh...I’m Sam...what’s up” made me laugh my ass off and I can’t even tell you why

Truly I love him but at the same time...he’s kinda getting in between Musa and Riven

 Like I get that their relationship was not the best at all (and this Riven has even more problems which was kinda unnecessary cause he already had SO MANY!) but at the same time when we’ve only got the opportunity to have 2 of the original couples like... I’m gonna need this show to give me something 

Riven - I loved him in the original show because he always had so many issues but then season 4 rolled around and he was genuinely trying to become a better person. And to have the guts to realize later that he was not ok and that he had to leave to figure that out? Respectable. I recognize that this dude had issues (and that Musa deserved better) but I respected him by the end of his journey

THIS Riven? He can eat shit. I know this is kinda supposed to be the whole Darcy arc he had in the first season or whatever but at least then he was being mind controlled to a certain extent which explained a lot of why he was doing what he was. But this dude is just an overall douche. 

Isn’t he supposed to be Bi? Internalized homophobia is amazing guys we definitely want more of that - -  (just to be clear that was sarcasm)

And I know this contradicts my wanting him and Musa to be together but I think that these two things go hand in hand

I hate that they upped his issues by 100000x because I legit want them to be together and have a genuinely good, functional relationship

But Sam is precious and should be protected

So now Terra

Honestly I think making her say “I have a cousin named Flora” only made the whitewashing more obvious and worse. If they seriously wanted to go this route they should have just committed and not brought Flora’s name into this at all. We the fans are not idiots Netflix! We know what you did!!

This might just be a more personal thing but I kinda feel like they made her entire personality (at least this far) only about her being plus size 

And this was FAR more prevalent in the few chapters from the book I could stomach to read

And wasn’t that their defense for whitewashing? That they wanted to have more inclusion in body types?

You can have a plus size character and not make almost 90% of their screen time about them being self conscious about their body- Like this legit seems to be almost 99% of the reason she’s socially awkward

Again, if you’re going to commit, COMMIT! Show her being ok in her own body and her own skin. Let’s fight against the same culture that makes this character feel self conscious

As far as Musa goes... still don’t really like that they changed her powers 

I guess they thought her new ones would be more useful in a more “practical” setting but um... they haven’t been? Not really?

I know she said she’s not a human lie detector but... they show keeps making her one whenever it’s convenient 

I guess they thought her new ones would be more useful in a more “practical” setting but um... they haven’t been? Not really?

 I still don’t understand why they have to sneak around but, idk maybe they’ll explain it later ( like I get that Sam is Terra’s bro but Musa and Terra don’t even know eachother like that for this drama to be such a big deal)

Bloom is alright

That’s all I have to say about her

Her mom though?

Idk why she was acting the way she was, Just why?

Not her making fun of Bloom going to antique shops when Vanessa owns a literal FLOWER SHOP in the original show!

I will say though, “This basic bitch will pull out her PhD and take you to school. Every comeback is another week without your door. Hit me.” with that confidence? BEST LINE IN THE SHOW!

She had my support for like .5 sec there

“Slam the door, loose the door” she was on some Black mother shit right there - the amount of time my mom has threatened me with this? 

It wasn’t even a threat it was a promise

Sky seems to be the most in character but then again the bar isn’t set too high

Why are the teachers so fucking shady? And are there only 3 professors in this giant ass school?? (I say that knowing there were only, like 4 in the original - 5 if we count Daphnee)

It also took me a min to realize that they kinda combined Feragonda and Griselda into one person. I don’t really like it that much

 I still don’t understand why they had to strip Aisha and Sky of their titles. I felt like that added so much to their characters - Aisha felt the need to be so perfect because she was a princess and Sky had all these increasing obligation through the show that would create conflict (sometimes it was stupid but still)

Also for a show about they Winx they sure as hell don’t spend that much time together 

They got their name in the FIRST EPISODE of the original show. It’s been 3 and the only mention of “Winx” was a quick pan of the door label for their suite. Blink and you missed it

And they seem to keep flip flopping between being best friends to being indifferent to each other, to “I don’t really know you” to sometimes hating each other (the emotion flop is mainly Stella but the others seem to have some weird ranges as well)

From a technical standpoint this show has some weird choices

 Sometimes cuts will just ...happen? Especially during actions scenes sometimes it’s hard to make sense of what’s happening 

And all the fight scenes - especially the training scenes - just seem so rehearsed it hard to watch

and why does Riven keep flip flopping between the worst specialist and a great one?

The utter lack of creativity in terms of the technology and weapons and even just the representation of the magic in this show is sad

The Original was so magical and colorful It was always obvious that this was a different dimension

I feel like I could legit go to Switzerland and find a place just like this and it wouldn’t be anything super different or weird

I also still don’t get why earth can’t know? Are we just gonna pretend that the Earth fairies and Believix and the Wizards of the Black Circle just... didn’t happen?

If this person that Beatrix is working for isn’t Lord Darkar or Valtor like...idk what to do

Again I would just like to stress that this show did not need to be an adaptation

 In fact it really isn’t I don’t know what they hell they are adapting cause this is NOT Winx and I cannot stress enough just how utterly wrong this felt while watching it

 All most of the characters have the same names but they are not the same people at all - no where close

Also can I just say, Sky’s hair seemed so different (length, part, style) almost every other scene sometimes I would legit have to sit back and be like “this is the same actor right?”

 Speaking of I’d like to finish this off by saying: absolutely no hate to the actors and actresses - I can see they are doing their best with what they have been given and most of the more controversial decisions were not made by them 

I will say I did think that linking Fairy magic to emotion was a good touch - idk if they did this in the Original show or not. I can’t remember 

So far this show...

As and adaptation:

words cannot describe how bad it is

As a stand alone property:

 I mean, it’s noting amazing or truly different but I’ve definitely seen worse 

I’ll probably make another one of these for the last 3 episodes. I could literally get 0 notes on this and still do it anyway. Sometimes you really just gotta rant

[let-me-love-you-loki]

The Christmas that Wasn’t-Ch. 4

A/N: As always, written with the lovely @mox-made-me-do-it​

Chapter 4: Adam

           As we watched those beautiful women walk away hand in hand smiling and giggling, I looked to my buddy, the wheels turning in my head. I kept my voice down. “Ken, maybe I could sweet talk the desk into putting us close to them. You see if the concierge can set something up for dinner tonight. It will be nice to have friends to hang out with and those two are fun.”

           I looked back over my shoulder at the door where they were waving on the way to their bungalow. I grinned, giving them both the head-to-toe once over.

           “They’re pretty easy on the eyes, too.” Kenny rolled his eyes, even though I could see him watching them walk away just as I had. He’d had eyes for Leigh even on the plane. Even two rows back, we could hear them whispering and ordering their mimosas—one orange juice, the other mango. “OJ is definitely into you, man. And Mango is like a little hellcat. I'm not sure if they scare me or turn me on.”

           It didn’t shame me one bit to admit it, either.

           “Probably a little bit of both,” Kenny replied with a chuckle. “Mango gave me some tips earlier while you and OJ went to get drinks…. those two love each other fiercely.” The girls rounded the corner, and he looked kind of sad.

           As soon as the girls were out of sight, I clapped him on the shoulder. “Kenny, my friend, we have work to do.” I pushed him toward one end of the desk to take care of dinner.

           I stepped up to the desk agent, surprised to find myself nervous. “Hello ma'am, we need to check in. Name is Page. I uh…” I leaned toward the desk clerk and dropped my voice, flashing the most adorable and dashing smile I could muster. “I need your help. The two lovely young ladies that were just here, Ms. Mason and Ms. Keene? They’re in hut fourteen. Is there any way we could be close to them? They’re friends of ours. Please?”

           I bit my bottom lip and felt my brows lift just a little. It was an expression that had charmed enough women in the past. Hopefully it would work on her, too.

           “That shouldn't be a problem at all, Mr. Page.” She flashed a smile in return and began tapping away on the keyboard. After a moment, she glanced back up, brow furrowed. “Okay. Looks like there is one more overwater bungalow across from them. It's also a honeymoon suite. With an extra-large King bed with an unobstructed mountain view, daybed and hammock outside. Will that be ok? It's at the end of a pier as well.”

           “Also a honeymoon suite?” I repeated, fighting the urge to glance toward where the girls had disappeared. What’s the story there, Mango? “That will be fine, I guess. I already planned to sleep on the hammock. Two keys please.”

           She smiled and nodded. “Did you want to add the same dining package as the ladies? It will cover all your food and drink. We highly recommend it as it makes your stay a little more streamlined.”

           “Sure. Just make sure you got plenty of Diet Coke for this one,” I replied, chuckling and jerking my thumb toward Kenny.

           She laughed. Ah, the charm still works, Hangman. “Very good, sir. Luke will take you to your room.”

           The desk agent handed me our keys with a smile. A guy stepped up behind me. His name was on a brass plate on his chest. After a quick word, Luke took our luggage to the bungalow and gave me directions. Then I sidled up next to Kenny.

           “I assume you offer room service and can set up a private dinner for four?" Kenny asked, his voice a strangely quiet. The agent at the concierge desk nodded with a smile. I glanced at his nametag. Marco.

           “Of course, Mr. Omega. We can take care of anything you desire. Would you like dinner close to your bungalows?” The concierge took up a pen and pad, taking detailed notes. Kenny nodded. “May I suggest dinner at eight? Your dining plan will cover all of your food and drink and you will have a beautiful view of the sunset."

           “That sounds perfect.” Kenny looked up, his hand running through his curly hair. “Could you also make a huge tray of cut fruit—mostly mango, pineapple, strawberries and oranges—and send it with a bottle of the best champagne you have to the ladies in bungalow fourteen?”

           The concierge scribbled. “Absolutely. Would you like some melted chocolate dip in the tray as well?”

           My buddy nodded. “Can I borrow a pen and paper to write a note?” I looked over his shoulder as he scrawled a message for them.

OJ & Mango,

We hope the fortune teller didn't warn you against guys bearing fruit. We’ve arranged dinner tonight in the gazebo if you would like to join us at 8. Hope to see you soon.

Curls & the Cowboy

           “Look at you, Omega. There’s a romantic beneath all those muscles.” He thumped me hard in the ribs.

           “Okay, dinner is all set up for you, Mr. Omega. The fruit and champagne will be sent to hut fourteen. They should receive it in about forty-five minutes. Do you have any special requests for food or drinks for the night? Or would menu service be acceptable?"

           “Menu service is fine. You, Marco, are amazing. You’ve just made two people really happy.” Kenny grinned. “Thanks again.”

           “I’m sure the ladies will be more than happy, sir.”

           The concierge stepped away to get everything organized. “Did you get tonight set up?” I asked as he turned around smiling. “Oh, here’s your key. Number thirteen.”

           “Yeah, they’ll deliver the fruit and champagne in about forty-five minutes. And we have dinner reservations tonight at eight in the gazebo closest to the room. They’ll take care of everything.” Kenny looked incredibly proud of himself.

           I threw my arm around his neck. “So, you wanna go listen to the girl's reaction? I bet they’re screamers,” I said with a nudge and a wink. "Hopefully, they don't see us.”

           Kenny’s eyes went unfocused and I smirked. I knew exactly where his thoughts had gone, and I couldn’t blame him. There was something about those girls… Allie reminded me of a wild mare. All spirit and will and wild. Just thinking about her was gave me a rush. She was beautiful.

           And I could only imagine what it might be like to have her alone and in my arms.

           “We’re here,” I said, popping my key into the door. We had a few minutes to take a load off before the fun really began.

           The bungalow really was something. Two bathrooms, a huge living space, a bar, closet (where Luke had deposited our bags), and a deck that had a day bed, stretch hammock, small infinity pool, swimming dock, lounge chairs, and a covered table with a nice look at the nearby mountain. I whistled through my teeth.

           “Jesus, no wonder this thing is so damn expensive. It’s a fucking house.”

           Kenny stood at the end of the giant bed looking out a window that was so big and so clear I almost didn’t think there was glass there. “What’s your plan, Hangman?”

           I was already elbow deep in the minibar. “Cop a squat on the deck outside. The girls are in the bungalow thataway,” I said, sticking out my right arm. “We can listen in from the railing.”

           We ended up in the loungers with our sunglasses on while we waited. Jesus Christ, it was hot as hell. I’d kill to get in the water. But first there were two gorgeous girls who needed wooing.

           I heard the words “room service” from the girls’ bungalow and slapped Kenny hard in the chest. “Here we go.”

           We went to the railing closest to their bungalow and leaned over as far as we dared. Luckily, they had the door onto their deck open. Leigh’s voice floated out on the breeze.

           “Oh, there’s chocolate dip, too! And champagne. Als, come have some.”

           “Give me a mango with some chocolate,” Allie’s voice replied. A second later, there was giggling. “C’mere, you’ve got chocolate down your chin.”

           I elbowed Kenny, waggling my brows. He punched me in the arm and put his finger to his lips.

           Allie continued, her voice getting louder as she got closer to the door. “There’s a note… Oh my God… Leigh, listen to this…” She read the note Kenny had included with our gift. “Curls and the Cowboy. He heard us in the ladies’ room!”

           I saw a flash of red in the doorway as Leigh walked by. “OJ and Mango? They were on the plane with us,” she said, breathless. Her next words were a high-pitched squeal. “They noticed us before we noticed them. Kenny noticed me! I could just die!”

           Allie laughed at her friend. I glanced over at mine and saw him grinning from ear to ear and turning pink.

           “They’ve invited us to dinner… sweet baby Jesus… are we going? Of course, we’re going! We are going, aren’t we?” I could just see it… Allie pacing back and forth, waving the note in the air.

           “Yes,” Leigh replied. “But we gotta pre-game. Remember the Zeta Tau rule for dating? Always eat dinner before you go to dinner. So you don’t look like a cow.”

           “Leelee, they’ve already seen us destroy loaded cheese fries and a cookie skillet. Not to mention a shit ton of mimosas on the plane,” her friend assured her. “We’re going to be ourselves. Now, let’s take this outside and enjoy it in the pool. I didn’t buy a new swimsuit for nothing.”

           Before we could move, they appeared on the deck. Leigh was carrying the tray of fruit, a black robe hanging open over a bright azure two piece and her still-braided hair over her shoulder. The top had a behind the neck strap. The bottoms were high waisted. She looked really good. Kenny made a choking sound, so I assumed he agreed. Allie was a few steps behind, two glasses and the champagne in her hands. She wore the same robe over a two piece of her own. Black with a strappy top that gave a healthy view of cleavage and bottoms like Leigh’s. Her hair was loose around her shoulders. God damn.

           Leigh looked up, catching sight of us staring. She elbowed Allie.

           “We weren’t eavesdropping,” Kenny stammered just as I said, “It was all his idea.”

           I had just enough time to see the girls grinning and blushing before the world went sideways and I landed with a hard splash in the sauna warm ocean.

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[bamby0304]

Her Saviours- Ch.20

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Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Angst. Smut. Unprotected sex.

Bamby

You’d caved. Sam’s challenge had gotten to you, and now there was no way you were sitting this case out.

“Dean, all morning you’ve tried to get me to stay in the motel room, and the whole drive here you’ve been begging me to stay in the car.” You looked over your shoulder at him as Sam climbed the chain link fence surrounding the asylum. “I’m not sitting on the bench this time.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” he argued, huffing as he stepped in front of you.

“And I don’t want my life and choices slipping through my hands. I’m doing this, and that’s final.”

Turning your back on him, you reached for the fence and started up. Both brothers were there, moving to assist you, but as you reached the top and straddled the fence, you rolled your eyes at them. They were so concerned about you getting hurt, it might’ve been cute if it wasn’t so annoying.

Flipping your leg over to the other side, you got a good grip and started to climb down until it was safe enough to let go. Jumping down, you surprised the boys by landing on your two feet safely.

Dusting your hands on your jeans, you gave them each a nod. “I got this.”

Climbing the fence, it was Dean’s turn to surprise you as he flipped himself over the top and landed on his own two feet right in front of you. It was… it was hot.

Standing up straight, looking down at you with his lips pulled up into a smirk, he gave a short nod. “Okay… let’s do this.”

...

As you entered the asylum, Sam started to explain what the cop had told him, “So apparently the cops chased the kids here.” He gestured to a sign over one of the doors. “Into the south wing.”

“South wing, huh? Wait a second.” Reaching into his jacket, Dean pulled out John’s journal. After flipping through a few pages, he found what he was looking for. “1972. Three kids broke into the south wing, only one survived. Way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place.”

“So whatever's going on, the south wing is the heart of it,” Sam noted.

“But if the kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?” Dean had a good point.

Stepping up to the south wing door, you kicked at some chains on the ground. “Looks like it use to be chained up.”

“Could’ve been closed off for years,” Sam added, stepping beside you.

“Yeah, to keep people out… or to keep something in?”

Dean’s question had you and Sam turned to him, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach.

“Still wanna join in on the case?” Dean asked you, the same challenging tone in his voice that had been in Sam’s the other night.

Standing up straighter, you gave a firm nod. “Yep.”

...

Walking through the halls of the south wing, you couldn’t ignore the eerie feeling you got from the place. You were usually fine dealing with ghosts, but considering you were still a little shaky from the shapeshifter case, you weren’t one hundred perfect confident. The fact you had to work in an asylum made it all a little worse.

Asylums tend to have bad energies, especially the old ones. The older they were, the worse the people were treated. Sure, this one wasn’t too old… but you could tell that some serious shit had gone down behind these walls.

“Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel.” Dean grinned at his little joke.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. “Dude, enough.”

“I'm serious. You gotta be careful, all right? Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got going on.”

“I told you, it's not ESP!” Sam snapped. He was really getting sick and tired of Dean pestering him about whatever was going on with him. “I just have strange vibes sometimes. Weird dreams.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Shaking his head, Dean numbled, “Don't ask, don't tell.”

“You get any reading on that thing or not?” Sam asked, gesturing to the EVP in Dean’s hand.

“Nope. Of course, it doesn't mean no one's home.”

“Spirits can't appear during certain hours of the day,” Sam suggested.

“Yeah, the freaks come out at night.”

“Yeah.”

You got the feeling Dean was going beg you to stay back when the brothers inevitably returned at night. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he got down on his knees and literally begged. Hell, you wouldn’t even put it past him to tie you to the motel bed.

Fortunately for you, Sam wouldn’t allow that. He wanted you to have the freedom you wanted, so he would keep his brother from locking you down. In the long run, however, you weren’t sure if that was such a good thing.

“Hey Sam,” Dean spun on his heels to face his brother then, “who do you think is the hotter psychic? Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?”

Sam didn’t bother with a verbal response, choosing to punch his brother in the shoulder instead.

Laughing, Dean continued down the hall with a little pep in his step.

...

Entering another room, you shuddered at the sight of all the medical equipment. All the leftover and rusting tools, jars full of liquids you really didn’t want identified. It all had that horror movie vibe to it… the longer you stuck around, the better the motel room was looking.

But you weren’t going to chicken out now. You had to prove to yourself and the Winchesters that you could do this. You could control your life… you didn’t need them saving you all the time.

Dean whistled as he moved about the room. “Man. Electro-shock. Lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people.” He turned to grin at you and Sam. “Kinda like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest.”

Rolling your eyes, you moved further into the room, stepping up to the dusty and rusty medical bed. You felt Sam come up behind you and rest his hand on your hip where Dean couldn’t see it.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low and genuinely concerned.

Now… you weren’t a freak. You were not getting turned on by the medical equipment, or the danger… but having Sam nearby? Suddenly you felt a little flush. You could feel his fingers slipping under your shirt ever so slightly, and the first brush of skin on skin made you gasp and lean back into him.

His grip on your hip tightened as your back pressed against his chest. “Y/N?” While his voice was still low, the concern had given way to something a little more husky.

“So, what do ya think?” Dean asked from the other side of the room. With his back facing the two of you, he didn’t see Sam jump away from you. “Ghosts possessing people?”

Clearing his throat, Sam shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe it's more like Amityville, or the Smurl haunting.”

“Spirits driving them insane. Kinda like my man Jack in The Shining.” Dean grinned again, turning to you and Sam then.

Sam scoffed. “Dean… when are we going to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

“About the fact Dad's not here.”

At the mention of John, you pulled away and turned around, not wanting to face the conversation. Not wanting to hear it, either. If you weren’t so concerned about being possessed by some psychotic ghosts, you would’ve walked away. Unfortunately you couldn’t, which meant you had to stick around and listen to them.

“Oh. I see. How ’bout… never,” Dean answered, side stepping his brother and moving towards you. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he leaned in to kiss your shoulder, knowing how the conversation was bound to make you feel.

“I'm being serious, man. He sent us here-”

Dean spun around and cut Sam off, “So am I, Sam. Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We'll pick up the search later.”

“It doesn't matter what he wants,” Sam argued.

“See? That attitude? Right there? That is why I always get the extra cookie.” You could feel Dean’s grin as he leaned in one more time to press another kiss to your shoulder.

You glanced over at Sam and saw him glaring at his brother. “Dad could be in trouble, we should be looking for him. We deserve some answers, Dean. I mean, this is our family we're talking about.”

“I understand that, Sam, but he's given us an order.”

“So what, we gotta always follow Dad's orders?”

“Of course we do.”

“Because he’s Pack Alpha?”

“Because he’s our dad!” Dean snapped.

“I’ve had enough.” Shrugging away from Dean, you stormed out of the room, not caring if you were going to get possessed by some evil spirits. At least then you wouldn’t have to deal with the brothers bickering so much.

Storming through the building, you were glad you didn’t bump into any spirits as you pushed through the front doors. As soon as the fresh air hit your face, you looked up at the blue sky and took in a deep calming breath.

“Y/N!”

“Great,” you groaned, walking down the steps of the building. “Here we go.”

When Sam jogged out of the building, he was surprisingly alone.

Spotting you at the bottom of the few steps, standing with your arms crossed over your chest, he let out a relieved breath. “I know I said you’re strong, but you shouldn’t walk off by yourself in a haunted asylum.”

“Made it out alive, didn’t I?” you countered, raising a pointed eyebrow at him.

Huffing, he walked down the steps to stand in front of you. “I’m not trying to control you, I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Funny, because you don’t want me to get hurt yet you bitch about your dad right in front of me knowing how it’s gonna make me feel.”

“That’s not me trying to hurt you. That’s me trying to get Dean to see things my way. To agree that we need to stop doing crap like this and start going out there actively looking for Dad.”

“Stop trying, Sam! Dean isn’t going to listen! John is pack Alpha, he gives the orders, Dean follows them. And now that he’s the oldest Alpha, he’s got superiority over you. So suck it up, because you’re not gonna get your way. He’s doing the job, I suggest you learn to do the same.”

“And what if I can’t? What if I can’t listen to his orders? Or Dad’s? What if I can’t stand back and give them all the control?”

“I don’t know Sam, but that’s how things run around here. It’s how they’ve always run. You didn’t like it before and you left, so what’s different now?”

Glaring down at you, hating that he had been dragged into this position, he snapped. “What’s different is that my dad is out there, possibly in danger, and we’re doing nothing about it! What’s different is that I’ve had a taste of control, and I don’t want to give it up again! What’s different is I can’t get your scent out of my goddamn head, and there’s no fucking way I’m leaving you again!”

You fell silent, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“I could walk away right now if I knew you’d come with me. I could take you away from Dean, and Dad, and all this hunting bullshit. I could do it. Neither of us deserve this life. We deserve better. I had that, I can get it back… and I can give it to you.”

Heart racing, you felt temptation start to blossom in your chest. The idea of running away, of leaving all the harshness of this life and trading it in for... for an Alpha, and pups, and a white picket fence… it was tempting, but it wasn’t you.

“I’m not that girl, Sam… I’m not Jess. I don’t want the nine-to-five job, and the two-point-five kids, and the mortgage, and the neighbourhood barbeques… that dream was taken away from me before I even knew that world existed. I’m a hunter, even if I spend most of my time on the bench. I’m not wife material, I’m not mother material, I’m not… I’m not even mate material.”

He shook his head, stepping closer to you. “Don’t say that.”

You gave a harsh laugh. “If I was worth more, I’d have a mark on my neck, but I don’t, and that’s okay. I know where I stand, and I know it’ll never change because I know the chances of finding John and getting permission to finally be claimed… I know the chances are slim. So don’t hold back because of me, Sam. I’m not worth it.” Turning on your heels, you walked away.

...

Dean and Sam walked into the motel room while you were lying on one of the beds. You’d decided to stay back and try to do some research while Sam went and talked to the old psychiatrist’s son- who happened to be a psych now, too.

As they entered the room, your eyes caught Sam’s, but quickly averted. After the talk you had with him… you needed some distance. Things were getting too muddled, too confusing.

The feelings you’d had for him years ago had been buried under the belief that he’d left you behind along with his dad and Dean, but according to Sam… that wasn’t exactly the case. According to him, he would have taken you with him if you’d agreed. He wanted to take you, wanted to be with you.

It made things… awkward, because now you weren’t sure if things were as black and white as you’d thought. It made you question how far the ‘friend’ part of your relationship stretched, and whether or not he wanted something else. Hell, it made you question what you wanted.

“What’d the doc say?” you asked, looking back down at the book in front of you.

“Tell you in the shower. Come on.” Dean stretched his hand out for you.

Looking up, you watched his hand for a moment, hesitating, and then you took a deep breath and let him help you from the bed. Entering the bathroom behind Dean, you caught Sam’s gaze in the mirror as the door closed.

Once alone, Dean let your hand go and reached over to turn the shower on. Testing the pressure and temperature, he made sure it was okay before pulling back and tugging his shirt off.

“There was a riot back at the asylum,” Dean explained as he turned to you and reached out to start unbuttoning you jeans. “The south wing is where they held the criminally insane psychos.”

As he spoke and continued to undress you, tugging your belt from your jeans now. Meanwhile you did everything you could to focus on the case. He was so close, though, and the warmth of his breath and fingers was making you woozy.

“Apparently the patients went even more nuts and took over the hospital.” He crouched down and started to slide your jeans down.

You eyes fluttered shut at the feel of his breath against your thighs. “Did… did anyone die?”

“Yeah.” Getting back up, he slid his hands under your shirt and began to slowly lift it up. “Let’s talk about it later,” he suggested, dragging his palms over yours breasts on his way up.

Cracking your eyes open, you watched him. He was pouting in that delicious way that made your knees weak. Tongue peeking out, he wet his lips as he reached your neck. There was so much focus in his eyes...

Pulling the shirt over your head, he quickly dropped it to the ground and leaned in to catch your lips with his.

Melting into the touch, you wound your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he backed you up until your ass hit the bathroom counter. Grunting against your lips, he lifted and sat you down on the counter.

Yelping, you pulled away at him to pout. “Warning next time… it’s cold.”

He just chuckled. “Need me to warm you up, baby?” Leaning in again, he pressed a kiss to your collarbone.

Despite the heat in your cheeks and stomach, despite the fact your were clenching around nothing, desperate for more of his touch… you hesitated. Your eyes flickered to the door as Dean trailed his lips up to suck on your neck.

“What about Sam?”

“If we’re quiet enough, he won’t hear a thing,” Dean mumbled against you.

“He can smell us, Dean,” you reminded him.

Nipping, sucking and kissing along your skin, he moved up to your ear. “Good. I want him to hear me make you scream.” Pulling back, he caught your gaze and showed you the dark lust in his. “I haven’t touched you in weeks, and I can’t fucking stand him playing the doting Alpha role. He thinks he knows what’s best… let me prove him wrong.”

“I don’t want to be a pawn in your pissing match, Dean,” you countered, brows furrowing into a glare. “I’m not some toy you can turn on and off when you see fit.”

“No… but I do enjoy turning you on.” He grinned.

When you just rolled your eyes, he stepped closer and pressed himself against your crotch. The roll of his hips made you moan as the size of him teased your folds. Already he was so hard, so needy, and it was all because of you.

“Let me have you, please.” Moving in closer, he ghosted his lips against yours as his hips continued to buck into you. “Let me make you feel good, ‘Mega.”

That’s what pushed you over the edge. The use of that title, the sound of his voice, the feel of his cock…

“Fuck, Dean…”

Lips curving into a victorious grin, Dean chuckled lightly. “That’s my girl.”

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulled you flush against him. His lips caught yours in a deep kiss as his free hand slid between your bodies. Distracted by the way he licked into your mouth, you didn’t focus on him as he worked on freeing himself from his jeans.

Fisting his cock, he slid the tip of it along your folds, pulling a needy whine from your throat. Teasing you a little longer, he pressed himself against your clit and circled it, causing your hips to buck off the counter. When he was sure he’d riled you up enough, he lined himself up and pressed into you in one swift thrust.

“Fuck!” You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying out again.

Dean leaned in closer grunting against your neck as he began to move steadily. His grip on your waist kept you in place, kept you close, kept you slightly angled so he could easily find that sweet spot of yours.

“Feel so good,” he mumbled against your skin. “Always feel so fucking perfect. Missed this. Missed you.”

Clinging to his shoulders, you pressed against him as much as possible as you tried to hide your face to muffle the filthy noises spilling from your lips. The way he kept thrusting into you, his hips slapping against you in just the right way so he grazed your G-spot every time… it was driving you perfectly insane.

Reaching between your bodies again, he quickly located your clit and began to work it as he sped up a little. You could feel him nearing his end in the way his pace faltered every now and then, and how his breath had grown a little ragged.

He came first, bucking as he emptied into you on a deep groan. The feel of his warmth and the grip of his fingers on your hips had you fall into your own ending.

You let out a cry as your walls clenched and pulsed around him, a rush overflowing you suddenly. Dean was right there, holding you up as you swayed a little.

His sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder as he worked at controlling his breathing. “Fuck I needed that,” he groaned, shifting enough to press a skin against your equally clammy skin.

Humming, you nodded lazily and nuzzled into him. “Me too.”

Smiling against you, he gave you a couple more kisses and he mumbled, “Love you.”

The remaining bliss pulsating through you faded at the sound of those words as you realised… he only loved you when no one else was there to hear it.

Pulling away from him, you slid off the counter and reached for the shower. Dean watched, brows furrowed ever so slightly as he noticed the change in your attitude.

“Was it something I said?”

“There’s a job to do, Dean. You had your fun, now it’s time to get to work,” you explained, hoping the case would distract him. Sure enough, it did.

“Right.” He nodded, joining you in the shower. As you began to wash each other, he carefully asked, “Is there any way to keep you from joining Sammy and me tonight?”

“Nope,” you answered shortly. “Gotta have some kind of control of my life, Dean.”

…

Sam was keeping his distance. He was being short, with both you and Dean… and you had a feeling you knew why.

There was no way you didn’t stink like Dean and sex. Doesn’t matter how much you washed yourself in the shower, an Alpha like Sam would be able to smell it on you, and obviously he could.

Normally if an Alpha smells an Alpha on an Omega it triggers either three responses. One, the Alpha that hadn’t got lucky would deem the scent as a challenge and try to out Alpha the other one- which meant fighting, posturing, trying to woo the Omega in question. Two, the scent would be a huge warning sign and would keep other Alphas away from the Omega- like when a dog marks its territory. Three, if the Alphas are close enough, they chose to ignore the scent- they grow used to it.

In Sam’s case… he was experiencing all three. He was a strong willed Alpha that had already expressed his desire to take some control, smelling Dean on you was like a slap to the face to him- aggravating and hard to ignore. But on the other hand, he knew he had no claim on you while Dean did, and the rational part of him was trying to remind him of that. Meanwhile, the fact he was so used to the scent, and you and Dean being together, was the reason why he was choosing not to walk off.

But staying was clearly not easy.

You weren’t sure if either brother had realised it, but the tension between the three of you had both of them ‘spraying’ their scent. It was wafting off them like a bad stink as they subconsciously tried to over power each other.

The drive to the asylum had been terrible as they filled up the small space with their musky and spice scents. If you and Dean hadn’t had sex before leaving, your body probably would have gone into an early heat with all the Alpha male crap those two you suffocating you with.

“Some patients, some staff. I guess it was pretty gory. Some of the bodies were never even recovered, including our chief of staff, Ellicott,” Sam noted without looking at either you or Dean.

Dean frowned. “Whaddaya mean, never recovered?”

“Cops scoured every inch of the place but I guess the patients must've…” Sam shrugged, “stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden.”

You grimaced.

“Still glad you decided to join us?” Dean asked you.

Straightening up, you gave a short nod. “Yep.”

Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, he walked further into the asylum as he pulled out his homemade EMF reader.

“Getting readings?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, big time.”

Using the camera he’d brought along, Sam looked at the screen and scanned the hallway. “This place is orbing like crazy.”

“Probably multiple spirits out and about,” Dean noted.

“And if these uncovered bodies are causing the haunting…”

“We gotta find ’em and burn ’em,” Dean finished for Sam. “Just be careful though. The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit... is the pissed off spirit of a psycho killer.”

...

“You could have stayed in the car,” Dean told you as you followed him through the asylum, shotgun in hand.

“Don’t say it like you would have let it happen. You’d never leave me in the car, alone, outside a haunted asylum,” you countered.

“Yeah… well… you could have stayed at the motel.”

“And I could have stayed at Bobby’s.”

He scoffed, “No you couldn’t. He sent you off after threatening to call and tell me where you were.”

Your jaw dropped. “He told you.”

“Yep.”

“What an asshole,” you mumbled, shaking your head.

“Dean! Y/N!” Sam’s voice carried from a couple of hallways back.

Spinning on your heels, eyes wide, you realised he hadn’t been behind you this whole time. “Where the hell is Sam?”

Instead of answering, Dean grabbed your arm and pulled you along as he dashed in the direction where the voice had come from. Feet pounding on the ground, the two of you moved as fast as possibly.

As you rounded a corner, you found Sam standing in a room as a woman with a large gash in her head reached out for Sam.

“Shotgun!” Sam yelled.

“Get down!” you ordered as you raised your gun, aimed it at the ghost, and took a shot as soon as he was on the ground.

The woman disintegrated in the air.

Breathing heavily, Sam stood up again. “That was weird.”

“Yeah. You're telling me.” Dean’s eyes darted around to make sure there were no more before he walked back out of the room.

Sam was quick to follow, with you not far behind. “No, Dean, I mean it was weird that she didn't attack me,” Sam explained.

“Looked pretty aggro from where I was standing,” Dean argued.

“She didn't hurt me. She didn't even try! So if she didn't wanna hurt me then what did she want?”

As the three of you were passing a doorway to another room, something moved inside. The sound had you all freezing as your heads snapped in the direction from where the sound had come from. Already, you had your gun raised as you got ready to shoot something else.

Carefully, taking the lead, Dean stepped inside and headed towards the overturned metal bed that sat on its side in the corner. With you close behind and his torchlight in hand, Sam stepped up to Dean, took a moment, and then reached out to tip the bed upside down and out of the way.

What you were expecting was a terrifying ghost… not a teenaged Beta girl huddled on the ground.

“It's alright, we're not going to hurt you,” Dean assured her as you quickly lowered your gun. “It's okay.” He offered her a hand and helped her up. “What's your name?

“Katherine,” she answered. “Kat.”

“Okay. I'm Dean, this is Sam,” he gestured to his brother, “and that’s Y/N.” He gestured to you.

“What are you doing here?” Sam scolded.

Kat’s eyes darted around, clearly spooked. “Um. My boyfriend, Gavin.”

“Is he here?” Dean asked.

“Somewhere. He thought it would be fun, try and see some ghosts. I thought it was all just… you know… pretend.” She tugged on her cardigan and pulled it closer to her as she hugged herself. “I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and-”

Dean was quick to cut her off before she could freak herself out more, “Alright. Kat? Come on.” He took her hand and started to lead her towards the hallway. “Sam's gonna get you out of here and then we're gonna find your boyfriend.”

Pulling her hand out of his grasp, Kat shook her head as she looked to all three of you. “No! No. I'm not going to leave without Gavin. I'm coming with you.”

“It's no joke around here, okay. It's dangerous,” Dean countered.

But she stood her ground. “That's why I gotta find him.”

Sam and Dean shared a look that clearly said they did not want to have to babysit her and look for her idiot boyfriend, because there were more pressing things they were supposed to be doing. But this wasn’t something any of you could ignore. The teens’ lives were at risk, and there was no way you were letting anything happen to either of them.

“Okay.” You gave a short nod to Kat before either brother could respond. “We’ll split up. You go with Dean, and I’ll go with Sam.” As Dean opened his mouth to argue, you turned to his brother and grabbed his hand. “Come on. The faster we find him, the faster we can get out of here,” you noted as the two of you walked out of the room, leaving Dean and Kat behind you.

Bamby

[hollyhomburg]

When in vikingverse are they gonna do some actual vikingesque shit?? I wanna see the mc wield a fucking axe and go apeshit

they've been doing Viking shit! more just like? Werewolf shit you know though too? like please always imagine Hoseok with an Axe always tucked into his belt. it’s more of a like- werewolf au with a Viking aesthetic you know? 

(i may be contradicting myself from earlier parts but i kinda wanna give you some background to their pasts) I think that Namjoon is like- Hella Non-Violent when he doesn't have to be- and is mostly peaceful. I think before in the past- his parents were more of the typical raiders/mariners and explorers that are expected of Vikings. 

But after they died he and Seokjin and Yoongi (the only ones that were in namjoon’s pack at that point). Namjoon suddenly found himself with a lot of people depending on him and swallowed by grief. And also- consumed by a need for change and a growing hate for war that he’d always had (maybe some lingering memories from his empire au that makes him hate it- but its nothing if namjoon ever told anyone about the visions he has- they’d probably think he was crazy.)

“What if we changed? what if we traded and stopped raiding? I don’t- I don’t want to go to war again” and both of them agreed that namjoon could do all that he wanted to. And now I think namjoon doesn't go war unless he needs to. his people aren’t farmers and makers- but he wants them to be- yoongi is one of the very few healers (he’s the adopted son of the last healer their pack had) and their numbers are only growing. He’s just a gangly 18-year-old pack alpha who could possibly make a lot of mistakes- and that's not to say he doesn't but he gets a lot more right than he gets wrong. 

one of the first things he does is open up their walls for those who might be Packless and those omegas who don’t want to be owned by alphas. he makes a few enemies in that first year. packs that want their omegas back. but on namjoon’s pack grounds, his word is law and if he says any omega that sets foot on his land is a free omega- then that omega is free and they can do little beside declare war to go against him. 

Jimin is actually one of the causes of it. Early on, Yoongi goes on a trip to see how another pack worked, and trade with them. To trade some of their weapons and their money for some seeds and farming tools. He found them in the middle of an auction. He’d heard of places where omegas were sold off to the highest bidder when they reached of age but it’s another thing to see it. Jimin bound up by his wrists in the center of the town square. He makes eye contact with him- and something just- clicks, feels right. 

Yoongi buys him without thinking and copes with the sudden loss of money. the majority of what was meant for him to buy enough farming supplies for the whole compound. All of that- gone because of a beautiful omega, who looks at Yoongi confused- because what could a beta want with him?

He takes Jimin home to namjoon and Seokjin, he’s a cagey little thing who was just about to get on his knees and present for namjoon when he first saw him. but- it only takes a few weeks for Jimin's true personality to shine thought ones he saw that he didn’t have to be afraid anymore.  

It’s about 3 weeks after Jimin comes to stay with them that they get word of a nearby pack- small- but known for their farming practices- suddenly displaced because of a flood. With no place to go and many of their members lost and presumed dead. Namjoon is only too happy to take them in, it’s not entirely out of the goodness of his heart- no- Namjoon wants to learn from them.  

That’s how the rest of them meet, Yoongi Helping care for their sick, the little alpha and beta that won’t leave this one alphas side. Hoseok is his name. He always smiles at Yoongi, always acts happy and never shows his pain to Jungkook or Taehyung. Even though he can’t move with his broken arm and a broken leg. apparently, Jungkook dragged him out of a collapsed house seconds before it was swept away. 

Taehyung does enough talking for the three of them. Jungkook looking wan and thin and banged up from the long days of travel. Unwilling to talk with anyone but Hoseok and Taehyung. The two will barely leave his side or each others. yoongi feels incredibly fond of these too- promises to Hoseok that he’ll make sure they’re cared for. That Jungkook gets those bruises looked at. 

Taehyung talks a lot- and it’s nervous chatter that brings it to Yoongi’s attention. Taehyung knows a lot about growing food- growing wheat. He passes the information along to Seokjin and namjoon- and quickly those three starts to spend a lot of time together to try to get plots of land producing food as planting season readily approaches, with so many sick and injured mouths to feed. 

Jungkook goes with him too- when they’re not together. Jimin and them have a peculiar bond too- it bothers yoongi and Seokjin how much jimin fusses. “well if I’m ever going to find an alpha- you gotta get close with their betas right?” it makes yoongi a little taken aback because- he’d thought Jimin had been aware of the fact that the little gestures- the clothes and little gifts- those where courting gifts. 

They’d assumed Jimin was aware of this because he always sits in namjoon’s lap at dinner times- Yoongi’s too- does so with a nod from Seokjin, and the older omega will run his fingers through Jimin’s hair and make a happy noise when they all get to sit about- laze around and cuddle the way packs do. “don’t all omegas cuddle up to their pack alpha?” 

There might be a little bit of a fight over Jimin- but then by that time- all of them are so deeply entrenched in their lives and falling in love- that it dosent matter- Hoseok admires namjoon so much, becomes one of the main hunters of their pack. Namjoon can admire him for how good of a job he does at providing for Taehyung and Jungkook. Being an alpha comes a little more naturally to Hoseok than it does to namjoon. Namjoon had barely had anyone to teach him how to lead his pack- and hed been doing it on pure instinct. 

But Hoseok had been best friends with the son of their old pack alpha- had learned more from the outside. Their old pack alpha had died trying to save his son from the flood- his son- Jungkook. Who already had a commanding scent for someone so young- but never acted brash or imposing or threw his weight around. Hoseok teaches Namjoon a lot about how their pack used to work- and because of that Jungkook shadows Namjoon a lot.

It helps the 70 or so members of their pack feel like they have a say in the goings-on when they see the three of them sitting up at the head of the table. They bond over their grief. Once he learns that Namjoon had also lost his parents suddenly- he starts hovering a lot more. 

for Hoseok, It’s easy to yield to a man like him and wear his mating mark, his hand on Namjoons forearm, the hands that took them in when they needed a place to say. Taehyung shakes when he feels the bond-slip into place along with Namjoon’s teeth. I think Jungkook gets marked by Namjoon on his 18th birthday and it like- solidifies their pack for good. They’ve been together for 5 years by the time the reader arrives. Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok have been at the compound for 6 years, and Jimin has been there for a little under 7. 

So yeah- Viking things but also! namjoon wants to be a little more peaceful!

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: kisses like cruelty; roderick strong [suggestive]

Notes:

Another one that’s so old I cannot remember who sent me this ask, so again, sorry. This was a universe I started, for Roderick and an oc named Angel, who was... you’re gonna make me tell you aren’t you.. His true mate. I,uhh.. used to have a problem, I was hooked on writing alpha and omega stuff and honestly? I was not good at it at all. Am still not, but.. I do miss writing the whole trope. And I do wanna kind of revisit / rethink this and possibly, write more to it.

Summary:

Roderick’s never been the kind of guy to just sit back and let someone else take what belongs to him. In this case, it’s Angel... The girlfriend of Jordan Devlin... also Roderick’s true mate. Near sexual situation, body fluids mention.

Pairing:

Roderick Strong x OFC, Angel

Warning:

implied sexual situation in a public place; kinda, alpha omega dynamics, body fluids, kinda.. 

The dress looked so tight she couldn’t breathe and clearly, any idiot could see how uncomfortable she was from a mile away.  Roderick glared at Jordan Devlin,  who was all but flaunting her at anyone who could see and would post about it somewhere online and frankly, that just didn’t sit well with Roderick Strong at all.

He shook his head and waved the barkeep over. Nodding to Angel, he slid the guy a twenty and told him “Hey…  Send the blonde a drink on me. She looks like a Jack and Coke kinda girl.”

The barkeep scoffed but took the money, put it in the register and mixed the shot. Passing it off to a drink carrier. Roderick turned to watch what happened.

Jordan had wandered off, probably more concerned with his friends and his so called image to even be bothered with the blonde he’d been practically dragging around for the duration of the week. Roderick noticed that about the kid, he only wanted the sexy little blonde around when it benefitted him. Any other time, she was left to her own devices.

And Roderick caught himself lingering nearby, watching from the sidelines, drawn to her. Every single thing about her had his full and undivided attention.

Across the club, Angel felt a tap to her shoulder and she turned, thinking maybe this time, Jordan would do the  smart thing and be ready to go before he made a complete ass of himself like two nights ago;  a senseless fight with Roderick Strong for no reason other  than Roderick simply saying hi and attempting conversation.

… at least he treats you like an actual human and not some toy he can take out and show off to his idiot friends…

Instead of Jordan, she found a drink server standing there, holding out a Jack and Coke. “But I didn’t..” she trailed off as the server leaned in and flashed a conspiratorial grin, nodding in the direction of Roderick Strong.

Politely, Angel waved and took a sip of the drink. After being absolutely sure that the coast was clear and Jordan was otherwise occupied - taking selfies with some of the guys in back of the bar no doubt, Angel wandered over and slid onto the vacant stool beside Roderick.

“Gotta ask ya, darlin.. If he makes ya that unhappy, why are you even with the guy?”

“I’m not unhappy, just..” Angel trailed a red tipped finger around the rim of the shot glass as she mulled over her choice of words. A sigh came and she mumbled quietly, “He said that if I came out with him, we’d get to spend more time together. What he didn’t mention was that he was going to spend at least half of it being an ass.”

“It’s cos you’re with a boy and not a man.” maybe being so blunt wasn’t the best thing, but Roderick was not one to mince words and he didn’t intend to start now.

Angel eyed him, mouth opening and closing not quite sure how to respond to what Roderick said.

Knowing deep down that Roderick hit  the nail on the head.

She waved the barkeep over and ordered another shot and not daring to meet his gaze, she  asked the question that had her curious.. Well, the safer of the two  at least.

“How’d you know?”

The music changed and  got louder and it forced Roderick to lean into hear her. She was quiet. Too quiet.

Not a big fan of social shit, if he had to guess. Then again, to be fair if it weren’t for her being here tonight, Roderick never would’ve  even given the place a sideways glance. But when he was driving past and he saw the prick Devlin’s car parked outside, he just.. He had to go.

She always looked so damn alone and despite his  best efforts lately, he couldn’t seem to fucking stay away or ignore the pull he felt.

Like now, even leaning in close wasn’t enough. Because see, now that he’d leaned in, he wanted to raise his hand, tuck the stray strands of blonde behind her ear just to see if her hair was really as soft as it looked like it’d feel.

Her perfume was stronger tonight. Sweeter too.

… maybe there’s a reason I’m so drawn to ‘er…

He filed it away.

“How’d I know what, darlin?”

“The drink. How’d you know I liked Jack and Coke?”

“Lucky guess.” Roderick gave a mysterious shrug and he glanced around the crowd. Devlin was nowhere to be  seen. A slower song came on  and Roderick had the passing thought that if there eer was a time to ask her to dance, it’d be now.

He stood and held out his hand.

Angel eyed it -and then him,  warily at first. He pretended to pout a little, and she glanced around. Seeing Jordan was nowhere to be found like usual as of late, she grabbed hold of his hand and let him lead her out on the floor.

The way he pulled her as close as he could get her took her by surprise. There was no hesitance. There was no awkwardness, it felt natural to be pressed against him the way she was. His hands slid down her back and rested on her hips and she couldn’t help the little gasp she gave as her entire body went from a nice normal temperature to suddenly feeling as if she stood in the middle of an inferno or a sauna.

He’d barely touched her and yet, her thighs were slipping off each other every single time she moved. She found herself snugging even closer against him and when he barely managed to stop a quiet groan, she looked up at him and found him already staring back.

His eyes were practically glowing gold.

If she were in front of a mirror, she’d be willing to bet that hers  were the same right now, because the mental images in her mind were.. Anything but tame.

The heavy and dizzying scent of him had her clinging but he didn’t  seem to care. It was  refreshing really. Jordan only seemed to be into PDA when it suited him. Any other time she was left to her own devices.

… it feels so good being wanted…  not settled for or used…

“What’s on ya mind, darlin?”

“Nothing I was just.. Thinking.”

“About?” Roderick gazed down at her and waited on an answer while thinking to himself, “If it’s about kissin me, then I have to agree, darlin. If you knew half the things I wanted to do right now…” and trying like hell to keep that inner animal from escaping it’s cage and making him do something to blow this.

So far, it was going good. Better than he thought.

Angel  couldn’t take it anymore. The urge to pull him down to her level and kiss him until his lips bruised or she passed out from lack of oxygen was so strong that she literally had to dig her fingertips into his shoulder and where her other hand rested against his chest, palm down.  She bit down on her lip and Roderick growled before he could stop himself.

“C’mon now, darlin, don’t go all shy on me now.” he coaxed, his hands leaving her hips and resting on her ass, squeezing a handful through the constricting fabric he wanted nothing more than to tear off her body. He pulled her up a little, his mouth inching closer and closer with each second. Angel found herself leaning in and mirroring it before she could stop herself. It was wrong but it felt oh  so right. And she was a little more than over fighting  the whole pull she’d felt towards Roderick since they met.

“Fuck.” she felt like ants were crawling beneath her skin and her entire body was so tense.. Not in a bad way. No, in a good way. A very good way. A way she hadn’t felt in a while now.

Unless her vibratior or own hand was the cause, of course.

For as much as Jordan Devlin liked to brag about his prowess, he was harmless as a box of newborn kittens.

Roderick smirked and when her lips brushed against his as she said it, he groaned against her mouth, any shred of self control he had remaining going SNAP!’ and leaving that inner animal to take over. And when the other side did..

Angel sucked in a sharp breath as her cunt literally started to throb with need and anticipation. All they were doing was dancing and she felt like she’d get off at any second. Yeah, it’d been that long,  but somehow,  she was not entirely sure that was the reason.

She got the  distinct feeling that Roderick Strong was.. Like this at all times.

… but not with everyone but you like you suspect Jordan is… I mean there has to be some reason Jordan suddenly isn’t in a big hurry to be intimate lately. If he’s not getting it from you, Angel use a little common sense…

“Still waitin on you to tell me what’s on that pretty little mind of yours, darlin.” Roderick’s lips brushed against hers  with each word and as he finished speaking he couldn’t resist the urge he had to nip at her lower lip softly, tugging.

���You’re teasing me now.” Angel pouted as her eyes met his  and he chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s not a tease if it’s right here waitin, princess.” he challenged and she gasped quietly, because their bodies happened to rub together as Roderick slid her up his body, muscular forearms hooking around each of her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his hips  and her arms around his neck.

A shiver passed down his body as she toyed with the ends of his hair -even tugging a little.

“Easy princess.. Lemme get us outta here first.” Roderick mumbled against her mouth as he started to navigate the crowd clumsily.

That last thin shred of restraint snapped the  second they were out the door of the nightclub and moving past the alley.  Roderick stepped into the alley, putting her up against a wall for support. The kiss deepened, teeth tugging at soft plump lips, tongue boldly opening her mouth wider  and then dominating her tongue. The little moan she gave at that told him everything he needed to know about just how well Jordan took care of her.

And if what he suspected was true, that was all about to change. He’d fight the kid to the death if he had to because Angel belonged with him and not  to Jordan fuckin Devlin.

Angel’s hands were all over him and she was bouncing up and down in his arms  desperate to get as much friction as possible. The more she rubbed against him, the more soaked she got. Roderick growled deep in his chest as soon as he realized just how wet she actually was. “Fuck, baby girl. Damn.”

“Roderick.”

“Yeah, princess?” if his tone was distracted it was because he was trying to focus on anything beyond just what exactly he wanted to do  to her so bad he could taste it.. The thought was immediately perceded by him wondering just how sweet she’d taste. “Stop me if I’m goin too far.”  he warned as she answered with a begging and breathless moan and a harder rub right against his aching cock.

“Wanna take you darlin.. Right here, right now.”

“God, fuck..  Do it. Need it, Roderick.. Need.. You.” she managed to gasp as Roderick stood her on her own feet,  earning him a pout but causing Angel to immediately press against him as close as possible. Her hand wandered down, palmiing  at the bulge prominent against his jeans and his hand circled her wrist, holding it in place as he bucked against her hand and leaned in, kissing her again, deeper and harder.

“You sure? Because this happens and ya mine, baby girl. All mine. And I’m not gonna leave a single part of ya unmarked.”

She cupped the bulge, toying with it and he growled into her mouth in warning as his hand made it’s  way up the hem of her dress. She raised her leg to his hip and as soon as his hand ghosted over the insides of her thigh and came away wet, he swore . Angel gave an impatient whine and Roderick asked quietly, “Ready to be so well fucked that y’ forget whats his name?”

“God..  yes..” her head fell back as thick digits slipped past lace and worked her open, fucking into her slowly. She leaned heavily against the wall and worked on getting her hand down the front of his pants. The second her hand curled around his cock, Roderick sucked in a breath and bit his lip, fingers moving faster  just to watch the way her back arched and the look in her eyes.

She was close, he could practically smell it on her. He slowed down drastically and slipped his fingers out  of her cunt, raising his hands to slide them between his lips, staring at her intently as he groaned at the taste of her filing his mouth.

“Tell me somethin, princess?” he asked as he pressed himsef into her heavily, a knee sliding between her legs to keep them open, keep their bodies connected a little better.

“Yeah?”

“That little boy of yours ever want you so bad he dragged ya out of a nightclub and took ya right out in plain sight?”

“No.” she whimpered, grinding herself against his knee, frustrated because she’d been so fucking close.  Roderick’s head dipped  down and he latched onto her neck, biting down. “Everything about ya drives me fuckin insane.  So sweet.. S oft..  Fuck… Gotta have ya to myself.” his lips left her neck and he started to work his way down her body, hitting his knees in front of her. The scent of her was driving him right into a frenzy and all he wanted to do was get another  taste.

“Roderick, c’mon.” she begged and tried to grip his hair to guide his mouth where she wanted it most at the moment. Roderick chuckled and mumbled against her thigh, “Gonna give me all of it? Because I’m so fuckin hungry right now, baby girl.”

He tugged her panties down and the second she felt his tongue and fingers buried deep in her cunt again,  she whimpered, hips rocking as fast as  she could manage. He growled at the taste of her as it filled his mouth.

When he got her back to the hotel, all bets were fucking off.

He was going to show her just how much difference being with a man and not a boy really did make. He was going to show her just what she could expect from now on. He was going to take her for himself.

[id-never-letyoudown]

Aw man aw fck

Omega!Charlotte would have it so rough tho? Imagine being mated and married to someone who won't even touch you, but you can sniff out the scent of another omega on him. Several, different omegas. Because Sam's a ho. And at first she tries to rationalize it. "Sam's an officer, he deals with a lotta people all the time! Some of them are bound to be omegas!"

But then he doesn't even try to hide it. When she does catch him coming home, he reeks of sex. Charlotte doesn't say a word. Everyone knows what's going on and she's the last to accept it. But she still thinks there's hope for them. Counseling.

"Oh! Hi Sam, I.... Late? What do you mean you're gonna.... Well how late?... But hon it's... It's Cuddle Night. And this one's really special, remember?.... No, it's not our anni-don't you know when our anniversary is? It's my heat week, Sam. Cuddle Night falls on heat week.... What'd'you mean you didn't know-Sammy I've been telling you since last Cuddle Night! Which we also skipped.... Okay... Okay. I'll just take a suppressant.... And Sam? Be safe, okay? I l-" *click* :3

And Ted, hooooo. When she first met him she thought he was another alpha sleeze trying to get their next knot. And yeah she was kinda right. And she grew to love the attention, because she wasn't getting it anywhere else.

It's hard, so hard, for Ted. To have to smell Sam on Charlotte. Have to restrain himself from marking her himself whenever she comes to him. Knowing Sam's off sticking his dick in another omega when he already has the "hottest lil thing in town". He doesn't get it. If he were Sam he'd be worshipping her, not making her feel like shit.

Charlotte doesn't like taking suppressants. They were Sam's idea. Tells Sam something like "I went to the doctor, he says I gotta stop taking them. Says it's dangerous. That's alright. I'll just get one of those fancy toys. I'll be fine." And Sam doesn't really care. Sam stopped listening to her a long time ago.

"I'll just visit my other omega friends when the time comes." So she's not alone. In actuality she's heading over to Ted's to get absolutely railed and manhandled and praised like she!! Deserves!!

And Charlotte gives, okay? She wants Ted to get his fill when she's with him. "Is there anything I can do for you?" "... Nah, you're too soft for that." "Soft? For what? Ted, dammit just tell me." "Alright, but I warned you: choke me." ".... but that'll hurt you." "See? Soft. Char, I wanna be hurt-" and that's all Charlotte needs to hear before she has her hands wrapped around his neck. She and Sam used to get into some hijinks in the day. Not anymore, but it's nice to know she picked up something useful.

And that's when they start experimenting. When Charlotte starts to open up more. Ted was already making her confident, now even more so. She feels powerful for once.

She prolly smells like how sweet tea tastes, and also cinnamon. Just a side note.

Sam finds a box of condoms and grows suspicious, but Charlotte tells him she got those for her toy. "You know I don't like makin' a mess."

When she nests the first time after she and Ted start... screwing around, she's surprised to find herself actively searching for things that remind her of Ted. And if that's the case, she can't nest at home, Sam would definitely be suspicious then. So she asks: Paul. The cute lil omega from work, who's also deaf(and you can pry that hc from my cold dead hands, I love it too much)

Paul already knows about Ted. He'd have to be blind as well not to see that. He tells her she can nest here just this once, but next time she's going to Ted's. And wouldn't you know it, Ted shows up. And Charlotte is! All over that. And Paul, poor Paul, tells them to keep it to the guest room, and that he's going to Beanies.

Ted thinks it's cute Charlotte wants to have his scent on her nest. But then they start talking. And it gets to "I'm not even your mate and you prefer me over that douchebag. Charlotte. You should leave him already. He's not treating you right." And that devolves into an argument and angry sex. And Ted's debating marking her right there. But he can't screw things over for her like that.

And things are dying down, they're making up. Ted's kissing her neck. And then Charlotte starts to panic. "Ted-Ted! Ted we didn't use a condom-" and she's trying to pull off his knot which-ouch, so Ted has to hold her still. "Uh-yeah, think we forgot about that in the heat of things." And he's also panicking.

The town's so small that Charlotte's worried word might get out that Charlotte's buying morning after pills. So Paul goes with her. She's there for moral support, that's the story. Paul is mortified, but he doesn't want Charlotte panicking so much.

Tbh Paul probably gets drunk at a Halloween party the whole town's at and spills the beans. Likely after Sam tries to put the moves on him, just fckin, walks up to the mic and, "Attention? Attention. Can everybody hear me? Cuz I can't hear yoooou." And he snorts and giggles like that's the funniest shit. "Sam... buddy, pal. That cop right there. Him. Yeah. He's a manwhore fucking every omega in sight, 'cept his own wife!" And the town goes silent, they already knew. But no one had confronted Sam about it. The balls on this omega. "But that's okay! Cuz she's found herself a new alpha. And she's finally happy! Yaaaay Charlotte! I love you-I'm not done! Hey!" Bill's dragging him and his drunk ass off stage, "This is why I'm the designated driver."

I'm p sure a fight breaks out. It doesn't escalate too far, not with the whole town there to witness it.

Sam and Charlotte's end is bittersweet. They talk things over, once the party's died down and everyone's just about left. And agree to a divorce. They do hope for the best for each other. "If Ted ever starts annoying you, you just give me a call and I'll lock him up for the weekend." "And if you need advice on how to take care of babies, you call me. I know that's probably the reason why you weren't home so much. I could smell the hormones." "... Well, I didn't know!" "... Oops. You got some calls to make. Better do that omega right, mister. I'll kick your ass."

Idk man I just want them to have a bittersweet end

[themadamelibrarian]

Are You My Alpha? - Part 2 Of Hyacinths and Cookies

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha!Sam, omega!jessica, Alpha/Omega, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Shy Sam, Helpful Dean Winchester, Fluff Summary: Jessica and Sam have decided to move in together, but is Sam prepared to deal with an Omega presenting for the first time?

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Midterms came and went, leaving a general feeling of hysterical relief, along with a touch of apprehension amongst the student body. It was now time to relax, to let go of weeks of anxiety and study, a time to make plans for preparing for the rest of the semester. Except for two. Sam and Jessica were unloading boxes from the back of her car and carrying them into the two-story home they had decided to rent for the rest of the school year. Neither one of them had been satisfied with student housing and all the distractions it brought, so they threw expectations of society to the wind so they wouldn’t have to go through another semester of dorm life.

Carrying in the last box, Sam walked to the bedroom and left it by the door. “That’s the end of your stuff,” he announced as he brushed his hands off.

“Good, I’m exhausted,” Jessica replied as she tugged the fitted sheet onto the bed. Her complexion looked paler than usual, other than her cheeks that held a ruddy hue to them like she was feverish.

Sam noticed the change in her from earlier in the day where she was bright and energetic and it was concerning, “Are you okay? You don’t look so good.”  

“I’m good. It’s just been a long day,” she sighed as she pulled a blanket from the floor and snapped it open. The motion of the cloth carrying the air across the room along with the subtle change in her scent. A change that Sam had smelled only once before when a classmate of his had unexpectedly gone into heat.  His eyes widen with understanding and he took a cautious step into the room, “Jess, I think it’s more than that.”

She stopped what she was doing and thought about it for a moment, her parents had warned her about the possibility of her presenting while she was at school and what to do in case that happened. They’d always expected her to be an Omega, if for no other fact than her parents were an Alpha and Omega pair, it didn’t mean she was ready to experience her first heat. Specifically in close proximity to an Alpha. She ran a hand hastily through her hair in frustration before digging in the last box left unopened in the bedroom, “Well it’s not a heat. I’m presenting,” her tone was distant as she searched for the care package her mother had given to her.  

Sam inhaled her sweeter scent and gripped the door frame tightly, the urge to pull her into his arms and bury his nose in the crook of her neck, among other things, was welling up inside him but still manageable, “I can go crash with Jerome for the week if you want. Or I can try and sleep on the couch.”

Jessica shook her head as she found what she’d been looking for and laid it on the foot of the bed, “I’m not going to kick you out of the house. We knew this would happen eventually.” She walked over to Sam and wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head over his heart. She had a strong, undeniable urge to grab ahold of him, keep him close and never let go, “Stay. Please.”

“Jess,” Sam pleaded, his voice coming out in barely a whisper as he refrained from returning the embrace. He felt his body reacting to hers and feared that he’d take things too far, “We took a chance moving in together like this. But this is skirting dangerously close to things we promised not to do.”

“Sam...” Jess sighed as she began to rub her face over his chest, his scent calming to her as she felt her concentration slipping with each uptick in her body temperature with the quick approach of her first heat, “Don’t wanna go through this alone.”

“You won’t,” Sam said right before he scooped Jessica up into his arms and walked her back toward the bed, depositing her among the pillows, “I’m going to get some food and stuff we’ll need for the week. Then I’ll stay in the living room so I’ll be close by.”

Before he could move to step away from the bed, Jess grabbed him by the front of his shirt, her mind overwhelmed with the need for this Alpha, her Alpha, “Don’t leave!”

Sam loosened her grip and kissed the back of her hands, recognizing the sound of desperation edging into her voice. Not wanting to upset her further, he folded her hands on her chest, “I’ll stay, Jess. I’ll stay. Don’t worry.”

Smiling at him she rolled over to curl around one of the pillows with a soft groan. Sam slipped out of their bedroom and shut the door quietly behind him. Running a hand through his hair, he tried to think of what to do next. Their most immediate need was food, but he couldn’t think beyond the swelling erection in his pants and his apprehension about the turn of events. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted himself and padded into the living room and flopped onto the couch. Seeing the cellphone sitting beside him, he made a call to the local pizza place and ordered two large pizzas in hopes that would get them through the next day along with the few groceries they had. Having ended the first call, he flipped through his contacts and paused on Dean’s name. Biting his lip, he pressed the call button and waited for his brother to pick up.

“Sammy?! You okay? What’s wrong?” Dean answered immediately, not having heard from his brother in several months and terrified that he was too far away to get to him in time if anything was wrong.

Sam ran a hand through his hair and paced in front of the couch, “I’m okay and there’s nothing wrong. Not really...well kinda,” he said nervously as he glanced toward the hall leading to the bedroom.

“What do you mean, ‘kinda’?” Dean asked as Sam heard him moving quickly around his room, probably packing to come to California from where ever he was.

“I met a girl and we just moved in together,” Sam quickly explained, “and I don’t know what to do.”

Dean went still as he listened and couldn’t help the smile that started to form, “Sammy’s got a girl. She cute?”

Sam sighed and flopped down onto the couch, his head leaned against the back. He couldn’t believe that that was the first thing Dean asked about Jess. “Yes, she’s very pretty but that’s not the problem.”

“Please tell me she didn’t give you something. I’ve told you before, Samm-”

“No! We haven’t..but we want to, but she’s..she’s presenting,” Sam explained in a rush, sounding a little panicked as he spoke, “What do I do? I can’t just pounce on her even if I really, really want to. I’m not some frat boy sniffing after Omega’s at a kegger. I have more respect for her than that.”

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle at his little brother’s agitation, which earned him an irritated growl from Sam. “First of all, you gotta calm down. I think it’s adorable. You’re being all honorable, Sammy.”

Groaning in exasperation, Sam ran his hand over his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Dean, come on man. How can I calm down?”

The sound of the phone shifting came over the line as Dean switched to his other ear and suddenly his voice sounds closer, “Sammy, do you like this girl? I mean really like her.” he asked seriously.

The question took Sam by surprise. Dean had never shown this kind of interest in any of Sam’s past relationships and Sam certainly didn’t feel like sharing in the past, but this was different. This was Jess. “Yeah, De. I like her alot.”

“Then pull your head out of your ass, carb up, and go give that little Omega what she’s probably begging for. And the biggest thing of all…” Dean smiled, knowing that he couldn’t be seen or see Sam’s responding bitchface.

“I’m almost afraid to ask,” Sam finally started to relax a little and couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at the thought about what further advice Dean was going to lay on him, “What’s the last thing?”

“Have fun and remember: knotting is like chinese food, it’s not over until you both get cookies.”

Sam laughed outright, “Jesus, that is the cheesiest thing I’ve heard you say yet. Worse than ‘wrap it before you slap it’.”

“But you remembered it, didn’t you? Now what are you going to do when you hang up?”

“Take pizza to Jess and give her anything she asks for.” Sam sounded resolute in his decision. He was going to take care of her and if that meant changing their plans and sleeping with her, then that’s what he would do.

“That’s my boy, now stop talking to me and go have fun. And Sammy?” Dean paused for a brief moment before continuing, “It’s ‘wrap it before youtap it’, college boy.”

“Jerk,” Sam muttered before ending the call without even saying goodbye. Sam sighed as he tossed the phone onto the coffee table and looked toward the hall. The call to Dean did make him feel less panicked about the situation, but he was still uneasy about the prospect of just going in and dropping his pants to be used like a living toy. He remained sitting on the couch until the pizza arrived. In that time he’d come up with a pretty simple plan, at least in his mind. Taking the box into the bedroom he ate a few slices quietly while Jessica slept, a sheen of sweat already forming on her skin as her body temperature rose a few degrees. By morning she’d be in the full throws of her heat.

Making sure that there was a glass of water on the nightstand, Sam stripped down to his boxers and curled around Jessica so that she was spooned up tight to his chest. He eventually fell into a dreamless sleep with the sound of the soft panting breaths and intermittent whimpers from his girlfriend.

[swiftie-taylors-version]

Scramble & Why Miami knocks on doors in his own house.

So this will be kinda rated r and Omega/ Alpha AU... so... Oops? @mahrk

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"I'm bord..." Freddie starching on his bed trying to grab his phone.

"Your only saying that because your losing." Brian hummed softly.

"You cheat!" Deaky huffed.

"How? It's scrabble!" Brian laughed.

"You know all the big sciency words!!" Deaky now giving up and going for another pepsi.

“I’m tired of scrabble, how about a game of truth or dare” Freddie getting up.

"No!" Roger was entertaining the room with french fries in a bowl and some dipping sauces.

"Why?" Freddie asked in shock.

"Brian and Deaky only pick truth and it gets boring." Sitting next to Brian. " I got the vegan mayo for you."

"Thank you" Brian kissed Roger on the lips. "And hey! I my truths aren't boring!Sticking his tongue out.

"Well my good Rog, I have found away around that!!!" Freddie went to his monopoly game and took out a diec. "If you roll an odd number you have to do a dare, nothing dangers mind you. Even number, truth. Deal?"

Everyone looking at each other they all agree to the terms and began.

"ROGER! I CHOOSE YOU! Freddie throwing the die at Roger like a poke ball.

"I got a... 2!" Roger pouting.

"How far have you been with Brian?" Freddie grinning from ear-to-ear.

" Sex... you know that..." Roger blushing and Brian not even looking up.

"Yes, I saw you with a pregnancy test..." Freddie whispering knowing if Miami heard both Roger and Deaky would be getting there own room with lock and key.

"The condoms where expired and I didn't know!" Brian now as red as his guitar.

"Condoms expire?" Deaky now running to the side table to check there condoms.

"Your turn!" Roger throwing the die at Freddie.

"6.. " Freddie tossing the die in the middle.

"Has Deaky ever top you?" Roger giggled.

"I am an alpha dearest..." Freddie now pink in the cheeks.

"That does not answer the question Fred!" Brian hitting Freddie with a french frie.

" Has Rog top you?!"

" We tried once..." Brian shrugged. " We didn't really get far..."

"Ya same thing happened to us..." Deaky gasped covering his mouth.

"Ah ha!!!" Roger pointed at Freddie laughing.

"Okay yes!!! Happy?" Freddie was now red in the face. " Brian your turn!"

Brian took the die with hesitation, closing his eyes he let go and it was a ...

"3... Fuck." Brian already saw the evil in Freddie's eyes.

"I dare you to.... Rub your cock until your good and hard, full erection darling." Freddie licking his lips.

"I... I... fine!!" He started and saw Roger getting turned on now stopping.

"Want to help?" He asked.

"Oh Brian, you bad boy!!!" Freddie laughing.

"Go in Rog, your alpha needs you!" Deaky moaned in mock.

"Do you need help with that Bri?" Roger now rubbing Brian's crotch slowly.

"Th, thanks..." Brian sighd heavily.

"Ten inches, not bad..." Deaky smiled. "Fred is eleven..."

"Deaky is next!" Roger throwing the die at the young man!

"Fine... I got 5..." Deaky rolling his eyes. "What do you want me to do Rog, get naked, kiss Freddie?"

"You this is Brian's turn to ask..." Freddie got up to whisper something in Brian's ear.

"Fred no!" Brian was reader then ever and some how more hard.

"Come on, it'll be so hot!!!" Freddie purring.

"Fine but they get to say no, and if they do we stop the game!" Brian now both turned on and annoyed.

"What is, you want me to make out with Rog?" Deaky laughing.

"They do!" Roger now laughing as well.

"Well ask me Brian..." Deaky wiggled his butt.

"I... I...um... I dare you to make out...with... Roger! "Brian finally got out. "But you don't have to..."

He was cut off by Deaky walking over to Roger and straddling him. They where both kissing now.

Deaky grinding on Roger playing with his hair, Roger grabbing Deaky's ass moaned softly.

Brian and Freddie now with stroking there dicks watching the two omega's lick, kiss, and playfully bite one another.

As Roger was talking his top off that's when...

"Why are you boys still up, you have school tomorrow." Miami had opened the door.

Roger pushing Deaky off, Brian and Freddie stuffing them selves back into there pants.

"I... I am going to pretend I didn't see any of this." Miami sighed deeply.

"Thank you." Brian not wanting to move whole body red as can be.

" Tomorrow you two." He pointed at Roger and Deaky are going to have a doctor's appointment to get on the pill. "Do you understand."

"Yes." Roger and Deaky said at the same time both where hiding behind the bed.

"And you two are going to get a whole lecture on how omega's are not porn stars and this is not the playboy mansion." He pointed at Brian and Freddie.

"Now, I don't think I have to say this, but go to bed." Miami closing the door. "YOUR OWN BEDS!"

Roger and Deaky bursting into laughter, as Brian and Freddie where still horrified.

"Wanna play twister next? Deaky asked.

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The next week was doctor appointments and good etiquette on how to treat a omega.

Miami had Brian and Freddie pulling out chairs and opening doors.

As where Deaky and Roger where talking vitamins and reading on omega's history, when they got the right to vote and ect...

One day when Brian and Freddie where putting Tater Tot to bed Roger and Deaky went over.

"You know, Miami is gone..."

"Ya, he left for a cocktail party, said it would be late."Brian fulfilled the hedgehogs bed.

"Why? Do you want us to call him back?" Freddie putt the water bottle back in it's place.

"No..." Roger purred

"We where just thinking, out brith control just kicked in yesterday..." Deaky pulling Freddie to him.

"Oh..." Brian eyes wide. " Um... that is good news..."

"Very. Good. News " Roger whispering something into his ear.

"Gotta go Fred Rog needs help with something! Now running with Roger behind him to there room.

"How about you?" Deaky ask Freddie. "Wanna help me with something?"

"Yes!" Freddie grabbing Deaky to go run to there bedroom as well.

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So that just happened... Hope it wasn't too much or boring 😋😋😋😋😋😋 thank you @itsametaph0rbrian for the writing prompt